Chapter 464: Reason to live
“You invader! Executioner! Demon! The great god will surely descend divine punishment to condemn your sins!”
By the dark altar in Mingfu City, four ghouls stood holding a bound maiden, awaiting their master’s next command.
Kazumi squatted before the altar, sifting through the materials scattered on the ground, selecting suitable ones to place into the emptied Sacrifice Coffin.
The curses from behind made Kazumi’s brow twitch, but the gentle voice combined with foolish, completely harmless words stirred no ripple in Kazumi’s heart.
Lowering her head, Kazumi placed the last few materials into the coffin, then stood up and walked towards the captive room nearby.
“Still a bit noisy…”
The gaze of the Divine Envoy swept across the fully restrained nun. The death energy in Kazumi’s hand condensed into a dagger, nimbly slicing off a piece of rotten flesh from the ghoul’s back and shoving it into the girl’s mouth, ending her almost endless and boring curses.
This operation was undeniably fruitful. Under ten days of environmental suppression, the well-defended small village was almost destroyed. The remaining resistance had no power to fight back against the attacks of the frost giants and the ghoul army.
Only the bishop of the church exchanged a few blows with Kazumi. The rest, mercenaries, and hunters, were basically swallowed by the ghoul tide.
And the nun in front of her could be considered the biggest gain so far. Her power was weak, with only a faint holy light energy within her, yet her resolve was exceptionally firm. Even though most people around her died by Kazumi’s hand, she still babbled about her so-called god of light.
To Kazumi, such a divine official was a top-tier sacrificial material. After all, religious professionals were what evil gods were most interested in. As long as such a term could be included in the sacrificial offering, the reward given would definitely not be bad.
“Moreover…”
“I’ve really struck gold this time.”
Kazumi’s pale little hands moved over the nun’s tattered habit, as if admiring the most precious treasure in the world.
And in reality, this little nun was perhaps more important to Kazumi than Little Black. This was why Kazumi was willing to bear the losses of the Great Ghoul and have the frost giant not attack, but instead, capture this nun and place her in the captive room.
Furthermore, under Kazumi’s examination just now, it was discovered that the young nun in front of her was still a virgin. If handled correctly, based on intelligence from a past mission, it might even be possible to sacrifice something beyond her wildest dreams… a heroic unit.
Although it was only a heroic unit descended from the religious side, it was still an elite unit with heroic goals. In terms of combat power, it might not be inferior to Little Black. But this was just Kazumi’s fantasy. Her more direct goals were still focused on units like [Undead Wizard], [Weeping Apostle], and [Frost Dusk], which were magic-based units.
She understood the advantages of magic-based units in the real world. Besides strength, the accumulated knowledge and wisdom of the caster themselves were already extremely outstanding hidden attributes.
Moreover, if Kazumi could treat a government official, who primarily managed internal affairs, as a sorcerer, and if such an elite magic-based unit could be added, she couldn’t even imagine how much her strength would increase.
Kazumi examined the nun from head to toe, confirming that there was nothing else on her besides her nun’s attire. Then, Kazumi walked to the lying nun, took out the pieces of rotten flesh stuffed into her mouth, and summoned a hand blade imbued with energy, directly knocking her unconscious before she could even breathe.
Next, Kazumi called the four ghouls, whose deaths seemed frozen, to place the items on their backs into the sacrifice coffin. Kazumi made final adjustments to the unconscious nun’s position, then slowly crouched down and stuffed a piece of dark death crystal into her mouth. Letting out a low growl, she manipulated the energy to close the lid of the sacrifice coffin.
With an expectant gaze, Kazumi watched the sacrifice coffin slowly ascend the altar. She let out a sigh, changed her mood, and beckoned to the four stunned ghouls, heading towards the graveyard square nearby.
The graveyard square was unusually lively at this time. Several ice elementals were clumsily transferring soil from a nearby cart into the flower beds in the center.
Meanwhile, an open space was surrounded by a large circle of ghouls. Magistrate Lei Zhen floated to the side, flipping through his spellbook, seemingly controlling other parts of the territory.
“My Lord.”
Seeing Kazumi arrive, Lei descended and bowed respectfully.
“How is the situation here?”
Through the human wall formed by the circle of ghouls, Kazumi saw the survivors curled up in a ball. She nodded in satisfaction and asked Lei, looking to the side.
“After killing a few unruly ones, they became much more obedient. Everything awaits your arrangement, my Lord.”
Lei pointed to the fresh corpses piled on another cart in the distance and answered earnestly. Then, he directed the ghouls to clear an entrance for Kazumi.
“Mm, find a place to build a dedicated prison later. It will be needed in the future.”
Kazumi had no complaints about her incredibly reliable magistrate. However, looking at the current development of the territory, a prison was indeed a necessary structure. After all, if they were always thrown around casually in the square like this, it would seem too messy.
“Yes, my Lord.”
No longer paying attention to Lei’s reaction, Kazumi walked towards the group of survivors.
A small group of ghouls was still sufficient to control them. Even with living blood food present, the ghouls stood in place, but the hissing from their mouths and the saliva dripping onto the ground proved their true thoughts.
As Kazumi truly entered, the ghouls, who were still restless under Lei’s suppression, immediately settled down. They lowered their heads one by one, as if welcoming the arrival of their true master.
The group, originally slumped on the ground and huddled together, also seemed to realize something. They looked up with fearful eyes. In their eyes, approaching was a black figure clad in a robe, whose face was hidden but exuded immense power.
With a shallow smile on her lips, Kazumi lowered her head, looking at the group of penned-up pigs as if scrutinizing ants. Her hoarse voice spoke slowly, devoid of any emotion.
“One minute each. Give me a reason not to kill you.”
