All the women in the apocalypse are mine

The fat man kneeling next to the man looked at the hand that was slowly extended towards him, which felt like a red-hot iron, and began to beg for mercy with trembling lips.

However, this was clearly in vain. The cardinal, with a strange smile on his face, stopped speaking as he gently placed his palm on the fat man's head.

The fat man's head turned into a bloody mess almost before the naked eye, flowing down his body. Even the spurting blood turned into steam in an instant, adding a bloody atmosphere to the enclosed space.

Without the weight of its head, the headless corpse collapsed to the ground, causing all the survivors to tremble in fear and humility as they lowered their heads.

The woman next to the fat man, in particular, was about to faint as she was the next to be punished. A pool of foul-smelling liquid had already spread beneath her.

"Take her to the confessional." Just as the woman closed her eyes in despair, thinking she was about to die, the cardinal's voice suddenly rang out, "Let her stay there to atone until death."

So...it seems I don't have to die?

The woman opened her eyes with a look of relief, looked at the man who walked up to her and helped her inside, and murmured to herself with a sense of relief.

Having just witnessed that cruel scene, she felt that as long as she didn't die such a miserable death, she would accept anything.

But soon... when her entire body was immobilized...

"What...are you going to do?"

After her clothes were completely torn apart, the woman screamed and struggled involuntarily with her hands and feet.

However, all she received in response was the evil smiles of the cultists.

So...is that really how it is?

The woman's previous experiences in the apocalypse left her with no choice but to give up resisting. In the end... although her body was defiled, it was still acceptable compared to the man who died a tragic death.

Once these men are done, they'll probably let her go out of consideration for the friendship they showed earlier, right?

The woman thought to herself slowly as she hummed and moaned.

The naive girl had no idea that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, she would remain a food-producing machine for demons until her death, trapped in an endless hell of despair.

"The rest of you, are you... ready to accept the salvation of the evil god?"

The cardinal raised his head, removed his hand from the other headless corpse beneath him, and said with a smile.

However, his smile did not make the survivors feel any friendliness; instead, it brought an even more chilling feeling.

The survivors nodded hastily, gripped by terror, fearing they would become the next bloody mess at the Cardinal's hands.

“Very well.” The cardinal’s smile grew even wider. “Then… apart from the women, the rest of the men, please offer your hearts to the evil god to show your sincerity.”

As the cardinal finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell into an icy silence.

"Offer...a heart...you're not kidding, are you?" A thin man stammered as he stood up. "In that case...wouldn't we still die anyway?"

"What a fool you are... Why did you have to give up your heart?"

The cardinal spoke with a mocking expression, his words carrying a chilling coldness.

"Wouldn't that mean...?"

The thin man, who was speaking halfway through, suddenly stopped. He looked at the person next to him and suddenly understood what the cardinal meant.

This means they're going to... kill each other!

"You have ten minutes... If you don't show enough sincerity by then, I will personally purify you."

The cardinal raised his hand, pointed to the clock on the wall, and then sat down leisurely, a hint of madness and anticipation in his eyes.

Unlike the indiscriminate cultists of the Devouring Food faction, the cultists under the Demon Flame have an extremely strict selection system. Unqualified humans will only become food for them.

The moment the cardinal finished speaking, the atmosphere among the survivors suddenly became strange, and a hint of danger gradually flashed in their eyes.

On the contrary, the women instinctively gathered together at this moment, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as they looked at the men over there, feeling fortunate to have escaped a disaster.

Bai Weiwei was naturally among them.

However, before she could even feel happy about the special treatment, she stared in horror at the cultists who had surrounded them.

That gaze, like a hungry wolf, scrutinized her body from head to toe...

It suddenly sent a chill down her spine.

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Chapter 232 Muzan! Woman's [Quality] Assessment!

"Click...click..."

The crisp chimes of the wall clock echoed slowly in the quiet space.

This represents the passage of time... and also the gradual disappearance of humanity.

Five minutes had passed since the cardinal announced the start of the game of killing each other.

In this tense atmosphere, almost all the survivors remained stiff and motionless.

They didn't know how to start, or rather... they were at a loss under the extremely vigilant gazes of everyone around them.

After all... no one would be so righteous as to step forward and donate their heart at this moment.

However, as time ticked by, the survivors found it increasingly difficult to suppress their inner turmoil.

If they didn't kill someone in the remaining minutes, they... would meet a gruesome end at the hands of that cardinal.

"Ah Wei...how about we team up?"

Suddenly, Ah Qiang whispered to the person next to him.

Awei had no guard up against Aqiang, who was close to him, because he was his cousin who had grown up with him since childhood.

"Ah."

Ah Wei nodded in a muffled voice; it would definitely be easier for two people working together than one.

Although they are about to kill, what does killing matter in order to survive in this apocalypse? Is it more important than staying alive?

"Here, Wei... this is for self-defense." Qiang handed Wei a sharp knife. "You're strong, so you can do it later."

"cousin..."

Seeing Ah Qiang hand over his only weapon, Ah Wei was also moved and reached out his hand.

If I have the chance in the future... I must repay my cousin for his trust.

However, Ah Wei soon collapsed, clutching his chest with wide eyes.

As he lay dying, his eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his cousin, and in his final moments, he couldn't help but ask a question.

Why...?

Ah Qiang pulled out a knife and, clumsily but ruthlessly, slashed open his cousin's chest. Blood splattered onto his cheeks, making him look incredibly bloody and repressed.

“Because… it’s too uncertain to attack others…” Ah Qiang said coldly, glancing around at the people watching them. “In order to ensure my survival, I have to sacrifice you.”

Ah Wei is dead.

He closed his eyes forever, filled with deep resentment.

His brother, A-Qiang, also held up a dark red heart with trembling hands.

"I... I can survive..."

Just as A-Qiang was muttering to himself in a somewhat frenzied manner, a figure suddenly swept past him and snatched the still-warm heart from his hand.

"So... does this mean I've met my requirements?"

The first, thin, pale-faced man presented the heart to the cardinal.

“Of course, I said... all you need is your heart.” The cardinal looked at the man’s delighted expression, took out a writhing, blood-red chunk of flesh from his robes, and let it merge into the bright red heart. “So, now please eat it.”

"What...?"

The thin man's expression suddenly froze.

"Since we are going to atone for our sins, we must see it through to the end."

The cardinal said something eerily.

Then, just as the skinny man hesitated, Ah Qiang, who had come to his senses, was already furious and charged at him with a knife in hand, his face contorted with rage.

In desperation, the thin man could only endure the intense nausea and vomiting as he put the blood-red heart into his mouth.

"No!"

Amidst Ah Qiang's desperate roar, the heart he had obtained by betraying his brother was used as a stepping stone for someone else.

"I kill you!"

Ah Qiang raised the sharp knife in his hand, ready to plunge it into the thin man's body.

However, in the end, it was Ah Qiang who was sent flying backwards.

The skinny man withdrew his fist in surprise and excitement.

"Power...power is surging forth endlessly..." the thin man murmured to himself, then suddenly knelt on the ground in reverence and cried out, "Thank you... for the gift from the evil god."

Under that irresistible force, Ah Qiang slammed heavily against the wall behind him, and then, unlucky enough to break his bones from the violent impact... The crisp sound of breaking bones instantly drew a group of gloomy gazes to him.

With no power to resist, Ah Qiang exudes a unique allure in the dwindling time he has left.

As if punished by heaven, Ah-Qiang quickly died tragically on the spot, and his corpse was so badly damaged by the fighting and trampling of others that it was no longer recognizable as human.

The survivors, who had been suppressing their feelings for so long, finally let go of their burdens and began to fight each other.

The cardinal sat to the side, watching all this with a smile... as if it were some kind of enjoyment for him.

As the battle was nearing its end, the cardinal suddenly turned his gaze to the trembling women on the side.

His gaze made all the women's hearts skip a beat, and their heartbeats quickened in unison.

"I almost forgot... you also need to be screened."

The cardinal snapped his fingers and said something meaningful.

Women in the cult are not all treated like female beasts. Due to their inherent qualities, after perfect atonement, they also have the opportunity to become members of the cult.

For the sake of offerings to the adults, the evil cult judged a woman's worth based on her fertility.

Women who are more likely to get pregnant are naturally believed to be able to atone for their sins more quickly.