I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

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In the basement, candles burned slowly on brass candlesticks on the walls, casting a warm orange glow on the surroundings.

At the very center stands a brand-new altar, about half a person's height, with intricate and complex patterns carved upon it.

If you look closely, you can barely make out that the center is a "loving mother" embracing the earth, with countless pieces of flesh and corpses spreading out from her body.

Looking at it for too long can make you dizzy.

The medicinal aroma in the air came from a crucible that was as tall as a person standing to the side.

"The offerings for today are ready, Bishop."

Some believers dressed in black robes and wearing dog skulls ladled out a large bowl of dark, blood-like medicinal liquid from a steaming cauldron.

A dozen or so worshippers stood beneath the altar, dressed in identical black robes, their hands clasped in front of their chests, each holding a lit candle.

On a stretcher outside the altar lay a naked man, bound by thorns.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!!"

The man's eyes were filled with terror, and his mouth was gagged with a device to prevent him from making any sound; he could only manage a weak, animalistic howl.

"Ughhhh!!"

Nina took the bowl of scalding hot medicine, walked to the altar, and turned around.

She looked at the believers wearing dog skulls like an elder sister looking at a group of young animals who didn't yet know the rules. After a few seconds, she spoke softly:

"My sisters, my brothers."

Her gaze slowly swept over each animal skull, as if she were calling out names.

"We serve the supreme and all-knowing Mother of Hell."

The person below stirred slightly, their throats brimming with excitement and fervor.

【■■】 is a word that no one but Nina can repeat.

When people hear this word, they subconsciously repeat it, only to find that no matter how hard they try, they simply cannot produce this syllable using human vocal organs.

Even similar syllables are not acceptable.

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"Today, I received a divine oracle."

The candlelight dimmed for a moment, and all the people wearing the dog skulls held their breath. Some even leaned forward unconsciously, wanting to listen to the divine oracle more closely.

Nina paused, pleased with the deference shown by the believer.

Every time she uttered the name of the Almighty Mother, she could smell the mixture of fear and greed in the air.

She flicked her hand in the medicine, and immediately someone took the medicine away.

"Slap, slap, slap."

Nina clapped her hands, and immediately someone carried the man on the stretcher onto the platform.

The man was very young, no more than twenty years old. His eyes were wide open, as if he had a premonition of something. He twisted and turned desperately, making a series of "hoarse" sounds in his throat.

Nina slowly walked to the altar and pulled a dagger from her sleeve:

"This sinful soul—"

"He sells drugs in God's land, he brings evil to our streets, he sells drugs to women and children, I declare him sinful."

"He is sinful."

"He is sinful."

The surrounding believers whispered Nina's words, and she raised her hand, the tip of her knife pointing downwards!

A gash ran from the left side of the man's neck to the right side—blood gushed out, flowing down the bamboo poles of the stretcher to the altar!

The body on the stretcher twitched a few times, then remained still.

Nina stood beside the altar, tilting her head slightly to check her panel:

[Class: Necromancer (Red)]

[Passive Skill: Whispers of Death (You can hear the whispers of wandering spirits.)]

[Active Skill 1: Necromancer (You can stitch corpses together with soul threads, imprison souls, and create your own necromancers. Cooldown: 120 hours)]

Active Skill 2: Necronomicon (You dance with death, unlocking and upgrading necromancy by continuously offering sacrifices. 1/∞)

- Necromantic Magic One: Death Execution. (Entering the "Death Execution" state grants temporary access to the highest level of dungeon control, allowing the containment of all abnormal souls. Duration: 5 minutes. Cooldown: 48 hours.)

Necromancy, Part Two: Summoning the Dead. (Using a man's skin, a woman's hair, a child's finger bones, or an old man's brain, one can summon the dead and converse with them. Duration: 10 minutes. Cooldown: 7 days.)

Current level: 11

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But nothing happened.

The altar is still the same altar.

Nina wasn't angry or flustered; instead, she shook her head regretfully.

"The Lord did not accept this offering."

Someone took a low breath.

Someone whispered, "How could this be... this soul is clearly so evil..."

Nina nodded and repeated the so-called "oracle":

"What the Lord needs are evil souls related to the law. Simply 'breaking' the law is evil, but that's far from enough."

She tilted her head back, her eyes shining, as if recalling some enormous and magnificent scene:

"I once faced a wisp of the Lord's will, an incarnation of Him, which was larger than anyone could imagine."

His shadow falls, covering even the borders of this country. He is the bridge between the Kingdom of God and reality, so He doesn't need ordinary evil; what He wants is an even more extreme evil.

We are His sheepdogs, to protect the lambs, drive away evil, and cleanse sins.

"It's related to the law..." a believer wearing a bone repeated in a low voice.

"His oracle was brief, but I couldn't have misheard it," Nina added.

The crowd fell silent for a moment. Then another person spoke; it was a woman's voice:

"Bishop, the Lord's will is not that simple... evil spirits related to the law."

The people we sacrificed before—robbers, thieves, loan sharks, drug dealers… they were bad enough, but not evil enough.

Could it be that God... wants those who believe they are above the law?

She became increasingly anxious as she spoke:

"For example, those who knowingly break the law! Those who exploit loopholes in the law!"

The first of the seven deadly sins is pride! Those people don't believe in God; they only believe in their own minds and mouths!

They thought they could manipulate the law and absolve the devil of his sins!

Isn't this blasphemy? The Lord won't accept ordinary sinners. I understand now; the Lord must be selecting the most arrogant souls!

Nina's eyes lit up after hearing that.

She stared at the woman for a long time.

"you're right."

Nina nodded thoughtfully:

"Only those who are arrogant enough are worthy to be the Lamb of the Lord, because they are so arrogant that they think they are above the law, so arrogant that they think they are God—this is blasphemy."

Her tone calmed down:

"So go find them, bring them back. No, not ordinary people, but those with serious crimes, the more serious the better."

The dozen or so people in the basement seemed to be set ablaze at the same time. Holding candles, they gathered around.

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Choosing offerings is actually not difficult.

In this country, with enough money, you can even get a notorious felon out of prison.

This country lacks many things, but it never lacks middlemen willing to scheme and maneuver for money.

Moreover, the black church has no shortage of money.

Nina never said where the money came from.

But every member knew that Nina, as a necromancer, had inherited the legacy of countless dead souls.

Therefore, those numbers can pry open mouths inside prisons and also tie tongues in knots outside.

Soon, two new offerings were delivered.

A man, a woman.