Today, they too are going to their deaths.

A moment later, the knight and Gray left, leaving only the followers of the Serpent Cult in the villa.

They excitedly shared their astonishing wisdom with Cui Xun: "Mentor, we just reviewed the key to awakening spirituality and unexpectedly discovered that in addition to regular training, there are even more extreme stimulation methods."

"We don't need a whole set of teachings, nor do we need to teach the language of the ancient serpent. As long as we inflict enough pain on our apprentices, there is a chance that they will unveil their extraordinary nature in a state of great despair and reveal humanity's most primal talents."

"Moreover, although ordinary people cannot actively perceive or invoke spirituality, they do possess spirituality. With the right methods, it is possible to extract the spirituality of ordinary people through death. We can collaborate with major factories to kill some seriously ill workers and exchange their blood for money..."

"Well said, never say it again in your life."

The moment Cui Xun finished speaking, the followers of the Serpent Cult saw for the first time what it looked like when their mentor seriously performed a spell, but they would rather never see such a thing in their entire lives.

The beautiful and harmonious tone, the concise and precise gestures, and the overwhelming spirituality that made them feel as if they were suddenly pressed into the deep sea, with no end in sight and no complete perception of it.

The most vocal believer among those who introduced the new method to the guru was "dismantled".

His limbs were peeled away layer by layer, first his clothes, then his skin, then his muscles and blood, until finally, the man with his white limbs floated in the air, with a set of components neatly arranged beside him.

The whole process was like a reproduction of the human body model in the textbook, exuding a cool yet strangely rational beauty.

But this is not the end of the executions.

Remove blood vessels, reassemble bones, and adjust internal organs.

Vibrant, stagnant, on the verge of exploding, declining... a multitude of colors were extracted from the human body, remixed, and ultimately transformed into intensely impactful colors that bombarded the eyes of the believers.

They watched as their fellow humans transformed into "snakes".

His mouth was torn apart, his upper and lower jaws separated, and his grotesque smile stretched all the way to his neck. Inside his mouth were four sharp teeth made of human bone.

His chest was opened, and his ribs were rearranged so that the flesh could be stretched horizontally, forming a bulging neck structure unique to snakes on the human body.

The bones of his limbs continued to align along his spine, constantly filling in muscles and covering him with skin, eventually forming a long, slender snake body and tail.

Fine wounds were arranged on his body in a pattern resembling scales, serving as a final embellishment.

A living human-snake was thus formed under the power of magic.

He was still alive, constantly letting out piercing screams!

"Nice background music." The instructor's voice carried a hint of pleasure, but the believers clearly couldn't muster any positive emotions.

Seeing their fellow human beings, who had just been discussing things with them, being ravaged in such a way, they couldn't help but feel a sense of shared sorrow, even though their relationship wasn't deep.

How could they treat him like this! They are all high-ranking believers! Even if they are one rank lower than the bishop, they are still believers.

Punishment, warnings, property deprivation, or even serious injury and disability are all acceptable, but how can you torture and kill him without any reason?

Aren't you a generous bishop? They wanted to question Cui Xun and hold him accountable for his crimes against the church members, but their instincts kept warning them.

They would die if they angered their mentors.

Those were the strong, beings who held their lives in their hands and could easily kill them.

In order to survive, they had to offer respect and love, just as ancient people feared natural disasters and therefore worshipped the gods who represented them.

The pirate captain was the first to offer praise: "Well done to that scoundrel who only thought about harming apprentices and fellow believers, and who wanted to increase the enemies of the Serpent Worshipping Cult!"

A senior believer followed up with praise: "To punish a sinner by transforming him into a serpent, rather than killing him outright, is such mercy! Moreover, such a beautiful and poignant creature not only demonstrates the majesty of the Master, but also instills reverence in the hearts of believers."

The intermittent praises from other believers, coupled with the constant screams of the human-snake believers, gave Cui Xun a strange sense of pleasure.

He clearly hated noisy dead people and disliked such cruel transformations, and was only doing it as a form of intimidation. However, in the mouths of his followers, he appeared to have performed an act of absolute justice.

He seemed to understand how those who become ruthless and insane once they have a little power are born.

When your power is so great that even if you do something wrong, people around you will desperately flatter you and take the blame, you will naturally become corrupt.

What validates his power now is not some external thing, but his own strength, which is an important part of him.

Power is closer to the essence of an individual than authority; every word of praise proves that he holds a position in nature and society far superior to those who offer praise.

The numerous praises were like intoxicating wine, trying to erode Cui Xun's will and instill a new concept into his mind: the strong can be willful, and even if they do something wrong, it is the fault of the weak, the fault of those who provoked them.

Perhaps a reign of terror is more suitable for these scum than enticing them with benefits.

So, shall we kill one more?

The most hypocritical, the ones whose previous words were the most disgusting, the ones who said they didn't care about dying... pick one of them who is worth killing, and use their lives to prove your strength?

Those thoughts passed through Cui Xun's mind, but failed to cause the slightest ripple.

To establish authority, one is enough.

The deaths of snake worshippers should not be caused by their mentors, who also bear the important responsibility of achieving merit as hunters.

Cui Xun raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

As a result, all the sounds in the entire space seemed to be extinguished by his action of grasping them in his hand.

The cacophony of praise vanished in an instant, and even the human and the snake fell silent under the power of the magic, leaving only a chilling stillness.

Cui Xun sighed, "I don't like random praise, even if you're just stating the facts. I prefer constructive criticism, and of course, I think you all know exactly what a grave mistake this believer has made."

"He certainly deserves this punishment."

"Then let me explain my personal rules again."

"I am a kind-hearted person; I can't even bear to mistreat ants, let alone humans. Therefore, I want each of you to do your utmost to treat everyone else as your own family, or I will try to apply the same methods you use on others to you."

"Of course, the enemy is an exception."

"Well then, that concludes today's meeting. Please bring your fellow believers to the meeting tomorrow. I hope you can come up with answers that are more humane and do not involve indiscriminate killing."

"Finally, I wish you all a pleasant nightlife."

Meeting adjourned.

Cui Xun was the first to walk out of the villa. After their mentor left, the others looked at each other, breathed a long sigh of relief, and showed expressions of lingering fear before saying goodbye.

When they get home, they always have to drink some alcohol to calm themselves down.

Hopefully, such a nightmarish accident won't happen again tomorrow.

No one talked about the believer's name anymore, no one dared to think more deeply about the devastation, and they didn't even dare to think about how to divide the man's property.

Because it is a blessing bestowed by the strong.