The victory of a religion in another world is so easy?

The two men in red robes exchanged a glance and decided to join forces.

They conjured blood-red arrows, the condensed blood surging in the air, aiming at the warrior charging at the forefront, wielding two axes and flailing wildly.

The blood arrow streaked gracefully through the air, leaving a trail that no one present could react to.

The berserker's body was left with a transparent hole, but such a wound was not immediately fatal, and his fighting spirit did not diminish immediately. He continued to swing his axe, knocking down two enemies in succession before finally collapsing.

Then two more arrows of blood shot out, this time targeting the elderly bandit village chief who was in command at the back.

But the village chief had witnessed the power of the blood arrow and was prepared. As soon as he realized he was being targeted, he ducked behind the crowd. The blood arrow, unable to turn, was forced to strike the shield, smashing the poorly made wooden shield to pieces.

Only clever and astute bandits can survive long, and the old bandit chief is precisely that kind of bandit.

After dodging the attack, he immediately pulled back the seemingly damaged magic crossbow and aimed at one of the red-robed men.

Just moments before the crossbow bolt struck the red-robed man, a blood shield bounced off his body, but to no avail. The crossbow bolt, imbued with strange power, still pierced through the blood shield and then struck the red-robed man's chest.

Upon seeing his teammate fall, the other man in red robes was stunned. Realizing that he was also under threat of death, he did not hesitate to plunge his hand into his own chest.

As the crimson ribbon solidified, his red robe clung tightly to his body, which then swelled abnormally, resembling a giant ogre with three heads.

He let out a deafening roar, and this red-robed monster, which had grown larger and heavier and completely violated the laws of physics from Rand's previous life, charged straight at the crowd in Takina Village.

……

When Rand returned to the hideout, he saw several cultists carrying a deer back with a wooden arrow stuck in its heart. To make hunting easier, he had someone make a decent small bow for Serai, who had hunting experience.

But isn't this archery skill a bit too good? Rand looked at Thera suspiciously. Could this kid be an undercover agent? How could an ordinary villager use a tattered, handmade bow to avoid the protection of bones and accurately shoot a deer in the heart?

Rand doesn't believe it's purely a matter of luck.

Upon seeing Rand return, Serai greeted Seras, and then the two of them ran up to Rand together, looking as if they wanted to say something.

Rand waved his hand, letting Tanl go about his business, and then asked, "What is it?"

Serai and Seras then whispered about what the tax collector had done to Tanl.

Rand's brow furrowed more and more as he listened.

Although a subject may die for his lord's dishonor, how can a leader feel good when his subordinates suffer the humiliation in his place?

After listening, he remained silent for a while, then said, "Don't take matters into your own hands. I'll take you with me."

He understood the two young believers' thoughts quite well, and he could understand their anger, because he felt the same way.

He cannot directly confront the current lord of this territory; that would be irresponsible towards his subordinates.

But finding an opportunity to retaliate against the arrogant tax collector who had humiliated Tanll was something he absolutely had to do.

Although it was strange that Tanl had inexplicably joined the hideout, and although he seemed like a fanatical follower of the Goddess of Abundance, he actually did no evil and was just like any other ordinary believer.

However, after spending time together, Rand had come to regard him as part of the hideout.

And that tax official trampled on Tanl's dignity.

Rand didn't know how much Tanl valued his dignity, or whether ordinary people in this era were simply not entitled to dignity.

But Rand, at least within his own power, refused to accept it!

Chapter 16 Rand's New Idea for Elves

Rand returned to the familiar sacrificial chamber; it was time to submit the quest.

At this point, unless someone explains it, no one would know what the sacrificial chamber is for.

The only remaining trace is the sacrificial stone platform; the ritual patterns are still there, but the surrounding chunks of flesh and skulls have been cleaned up.

A rug was also laid on the stone platform, giving it a distinctly otherworldly feel.

Rand removed the blanket and dragged the two bodies of the target cultists onto the altar.

He found nothing of value on the corpse, so he simply moved the entire body onto the altar.

Although the Mother Goddess generally does not eat such cold corpses, these two red-robed cultists were chosen by her and should be able to be sacrificed.

As Rand slashed his palm open, bright red blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the altar and being absorbed by the seemingly living stone platform.

He then recited the sacrificial prayer fluently.

A moment later, the two corpses, along with their clothes, disappeared from the spot.

Rand waited quietly for a while, but received neither any divine revelation nor any feedback of power.

No, are you planning to get this for free, Goddess of Abundance?

After waiting a while longer and still not feeling anything, Rand walked up to the altar, intending to ask for his own opinion.

As the steps were completed, Rand disappeared from the altar.

Rand returned very soon.

The feedback received was that there were other heretics around who had not been cleared away. He was given information about the new heretics and the blessing was extended by 2.

Rand

Sex: Male

Ability: Sacrifice immunity

Blessing 1: The Black Goat Mother's thirst (has reached its limit)

Blessing 2: Desire to Share (15-day temporary)

Willpower: N (Expandable)

How shrewd you are, Mother Goddess! Looking at you, with your tentacles and mouthparts, a chaotic brute force, you are so meticulous, even when giving someone an ability, you are stingy and give them a temporary one.

However, he could only mutter such thoughts to himself. After all, Mother Goddess hadn't pursued his act of taking advantage of others, since it was Rand who had gotten it for free first. He really had no face to say anything to Mother Goddess.

Blessing 2 will last for another fifteen days, so he's not in a hurry to find the cultists; he plans to take care of that tax collector first.

Just as Rand was packing his things, Lysa returned, unfolding the parchment she had taken with her. It was covered with many annotations, indicating the general terrain, rivers, some useful resources, and powerful enemies.

"There are steel golems in the mountains?" Rand pointed to a mark on the map and asked Lysa for confirmation.

"Yes, it should be some kind of ruins." Lysa looked uncertain. She avoided the Iron Golem from a distance and didn't investigate further.

Rand's mind conjured up images of steel golems and ruins—couldn't that be the first event's storyline?

Steel golems are extremely rare, and considering the ruins environment Ryza described, it should be accurate.

Although he hadn't played it himself, he had seen the amazing CG: the ancient forging hammer, the steel golem, the birth of the artifact, and a poignant story.

But here's the problem: the game's protagonist seems to be on the side of good, and his hideout is way too close to those ruins. What if the protagonist takes his friends to the ruins, visits the hideout, and accidentally discovers that it's actually an evil cult's hideout? That would be the end of them.

Although the main characters are probably not as strong as Tanl and Lysa right now, each of them has a very important status. If a conflict breaks out and one of them is accidentally killed, then it will really be a massive army pressing in.

He didn't think much of it when he was watching the CG, but now that he's transmigrated here, he really doesn't understand why a young man with such a prestigious status would take such a risk. Artifacts are indeed rare, but they might not be that rare for them, and it's not worth risking his life for.

And what's wrong with their parents? Don't they arrange for their children to have a protector when they go out on adventures? Even fantasy novels know to arrange a protector or sword attendant for children who go out to train, but you don't do that here, do you?

Thinking about it this way, the CG really does have a lot of bugs, and it completely lacks the explosive and amazing feeling I remember.

However, the protectors, or rather, the bodyguards secretly protecting them... thinking about it carefully, it's actually quite possible. Right now, we can only pray to the Mother Goddess that the main characters won't actually discover the existence of the hideout and, on a whim, decide to come and wander around.

"Great goddess of dark abundance, mother of the black goat, please bless your followers," Rand prayed, pretending to be a true messenger of the gods.

Lysa became anxious when she saw Rand's face change color repeatedly, alternating between pale and flushed, and he even started praying for no apparent reason. He had done all the work, but where was his reward?

She twisted her body, trying to arouse Rand's sadistic desires.

Rand snapped out of his daze and realized that the elf was still there. He could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

With a helpless sigh, he dug out a cross from a corner of the house, secured it to a corner, and then picked up a rope, gesturing for Lysa to come over.

Ryza was puzzled, wondering what kind of "Play" this was, but it looked quite interesting.

As expected of a genius sadist, she came up with a new idea in no time. And now, she will be the first person to experience the idea. The elf took a deep breath, trembling with excitement, and walked up to Rand.

Rand grasped her slender wrist and secured her arm to the cross with rough hemp rope, then her other hand, her slender waist, and finally her feet.

It must be said that this masochistic elf has truly outstanding physical attributes, with a perfect golden ratio figure, smooth skin, and silky silver hair.

If it weren't for the fact that she was so abnormal and might have some kind of medical condition, Rand would definitely have already done some things to her that only adults would do.

Rand drew the elf's whip from her waist; he had returned it to her last time, and now it was time to use it again.

Before encountering the elves, he thought it was perfectly normal for rangers to carry whips, but now he couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

He would probably check if any wandering swordsman stood in front of him to see if they had a small leather whip at their waist.

Now, at least the reputation of the Elf Rangers has been damaged in Rand.

Rand straightened the whip, cracked it once in the air, and then lashed it across Lysa's body.

Just as Lysa began to rub her legs, Rand suddenly stopped, revealing an evil smile.

Back at his desk, he prepared to begin planning how to attack the tax collector who lived in town.

Lysa was still hanging on the cross, looking confused. Was this the end?

It's clearly not enough, far from enough.

Even though she tried to twist her body to attract Rand's attention, it was completely useless.

Just like that, she acted as if she didn't exist and went about her own business.

Lysa could only continue to rub her body, leaving red marks on her skin from the rough hemp rope.

Unfortunately, such stimulation was not enough to satisfy her.

Lysa confirmed that Rand did it on purpose.

The emptiness in my body seemed endless.

As expected of a genius sadist, she has now decided to name Rand's method, and simply call it "Placement Play".

Chapter 17: Little Stories Tax Officials Must Know

The next morning, Rand took the limp Lysa off the cross, asked her to look after the hideout, and then took Serai and Seras to town.

As for the Mother Goddess's mission, there's no rush. Right now, he plans to use this temporary blessing to deal with that tax collector first. Otherwise, if he completes the mission ahead of schedule and his abilities are taken back, that would be a huge loss.

It can only be said that although Rand had not yet graduated in his previous life, he had already mastered the ways of the corporate slave.