The murderous intent that Moriel exuded could be heard from all over the room, and the prisoners who were sulking were no different.
I had sothing to check.
“What cri do you want?”
If I just say cri, it would be too vague.
Moriel imdiately answered.
“.......”
At that mont, the eyes of the stone statue, which had been bare and without irises, flashed. They were a red light, not like an angel, but like a devil.
With those words, Moriel disappeared back into the ceiling. Only then, as the people let out their breaths, did I beco lost in thought.
The rules of barbaric human sacrifice. This is sothing I have never encountered in the original.
[I am satisfied that ‘The Inspector General of the Weather Leak’ is free of spoilers.]
If it’s new to , it’s likely new to Reed too.
While I was sighing, another torch went out. I counted the ti between the first and second torches going out and the number of torches remaining, and the calculation ca out.
“I think the ti limit is about 20 minutes.”
My one word brought tension back into the room. In an instant, the surroundings beca quiet without a single breath.
The first to speak up for survival were the ordinary citizens.
“I, I said the sacrifice had to be a murderer.”
“We don’t care.......”
“If it’s a murderer, there are many of them here anyway.......”
The atmosphere in the room changed.
The discomfort I had felt about the prisoners’ presence disappeared. On the contrary, so people were even sighing in relief as if it was a relief.
On the other hand, the prisoners were embarrassed.
“What? Why are you guys looking this way?”
“You’re annoying, Mr. Park! Don’t you want to clear your eyes?”
“You want to die?! Huh?!”
The citizens quietly looked away, but they couldn’t shake the ominous atmosphere that had once perated the air.
The prisoners deliberately talked loudly among themselves to hide their lingering anxiety.
“How funny! What kind of sacrifice is this!”
“Offer a sacrifice when it’s just a rock, Maraya?”
“That’s right, brothers. Next ti you co out, I’ll crush you to dust.”
“Okay! Just trust this brother, youngest!”
However, their bluff didn’t last long.
“But...... if you don’t offer up the sinner, we’ll all die together.......”
“.......”
“Anyway...... one person is enough.......”
The brightness dropped sharply due to the torches that were almost completely out. Was it because my hearing got stronger when my eyesight got weaker? Soone’s muttering voice was strangely piercing to my ears.
Eventually, my anxiety flared up.
“Damn ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) it! We can’t all die together!”
“What, what is it! Big brother, why ...?!”
“Youngest, you have to make a sacrifice! Hey, help out! There’s no ti!”
“Ugh, ugh! You bastards!”
Two prisoners with strong bodies grabbed the small young prisoner. There was so resistance in the middle, but it was aningless for the ti it took for the two torches to go out.
In the end, the youngest prisoner was dragged away like a piece of luggage while being grabbed by the armpits on both sides.
The brothers who had thrown the squirming youngest prisoner over were sweating profusely. It was the mont when the two prisoners looked up at the ceiling with satisfaction, as if they had done so worthwhile work.
Instead of the last torch going out, a local light poured down from the ceiling. And then, like stalactites, an angel statue grew.
[ Warning. The 166th in the Demon World hierarchy, ‘Narrow-minded Absolute Good Grim Reaper Moriel’ has reappeared.]
The tool for execution was held in his outstretched white hand. It was a Grim Reaper’s scythe with a sharp blade.
Moriel’s appearance, her eyes glaring red at the sacrifice, could no longer be called an angel descending from the sky.
She was just as disgusting as a giant queen spider descending on a spider web to devour her prey.
The Grim Reaper’s scythe swung long toward the altar of sacrifice.
Here, there is sothing that the brothers who brought the youngest to be sacrificed should think about. Moriel said that one sacrifice was enough, but he didn’t say that he would only accept one.
“Huh?”
Not only the youngest, but also the older brothers’ mouths made stupid sounds. It was a vain will.
“Gyaa, gyaaaaak!”
The belatedly shocked screams erupted.
Agnes’ soft call was the signal.
Now that I had figured out Moriel’s weapons and attacks, it was ti to move. I imdiately drew Serpens. The long blade, like a whip, struck the angel’s body.
As Moriel defended with his scythe, the blade of the plainclothes sword wrapped tightly around the scythe. I used the gap that blocked the counterattack to climb up the wall and match the height of where Moriel was hanging. Then I kicked the wall as if I was jumping.
“Divine Punishnt!”
I directly struck with the power of the god. By nature, divine power is a counter to demons. However, the lightning scattered over Moriel’s body like a shard of sand.
‘Invalidation?’
I pushed aside my confusion and prepared for the next strike. I raised my index finger toward Moriel, who was stuck in place and not moving much.
“Dan-ak!”
An execution order to cut off the total amount of evil the target possessed. The horizontal line I drew should have been realized as it was, dividing Moriel’s form in half.
However, the execution of evil did not take place. Rather.
“Ugh!”
Only the backlash from casting Dan-ak ca back to , and my insides suddenly twisted.
This has never happened before. What is it?
While I was catching my breath while hitting with healing power, my head was filled with confusion and questions.
Thankfully, Moriel resolved my curiosity.
“What? So now, are you saying that I am inferior to you in terms of goodness?”
“If there is no sacrifice, it would be quite good to kill even the innocent.”
“This dungeon lives up to its na. It is the very definition of narrow-mindedness.”
[‘The cynic who adjusts balance’ is frustrated, saying that he can’t understand.]
Still, I got the information.
Morielle disappeared into the ceiling, and a dizzy feeling ca over . I closed my eyes reflexively, and before I could open them, I was assigned to a new room with new people.
“I’m thinking about it.”
Unfortunately, the surroundings were not conducive to focusing on anything. A violent commotion broke out.
“Take off the prisoners’ clothes! The condemned will have a mark sowhere on their body!”
“Hey, hey! It’s not !”
“What’s wrong with that! You were talking about how cruelly you killed the children in the room earlier!”
“T-That was a bluff......!”
“Shut up!”
After passing through the first room, everyone had sufficiently learned the rules of survival.
Just like the relationship between predator and prey, ordinary citizens who were not going to be sacrificed had no reason to fear the potential victims, the prisoners.
What’s more, the prisoners were bound by their wrists and feet and were relatively few in number.
The citizens actively stepped forward and took off the criminals’ clothes first. It was an extre action, but since the other person was a criminal, I had no qualms about it.
“Okay, everyone. Let’s take our strength off and prevent them from harming themselves!”
“Good idea!”
The third room, the fourth room, and so on were the sa.
Before I knew it, I had reached the fifth room.
This ti, Agnes shouted urgently as she watched the sacrifice selection that was about to be completed in no ti.
“I think so too.”
In extre situations where survival is at stake, a certain degree of immunity is bound to be granted. So I’m not saying that Agnes and I should be old-fashioned and maintain morality.
The problem is that if things continue this way, even law-abiding people will beco lawbreakers.
“This dungeon is a ‘narrow’ execution ground for absolute good created by the Demon King. There’s no way only murderers will be sacrificed.”
“Yes. There is no perfect good person in this world. If we continue to follow the rules, it is obvious that we will all end up being played by the devil and beco sacrifices.”
“Yes. First, calm everyone down, and then I will do whatever I can... Ah, this is it.”
I gestured at the situation in front of , embarrassed.
“This room seems different from the ones we have been through so far.”
A serious variable occurred.
Among the ordinary citizens, there was a middle-aged man who was acting unusually proactively. He was greatly embarrassed as he took off the clothes of the three exhausted prisoners.
“What, what? Why aren’t there any death row inmates?”
Other people also joined in and checked the prisoners’ bodies several tis, but the result was the sa. Anxiety and anxiety spread through the air like a plague.
“No way.......”
The middle-aged man kicked the prisoners’ sides with his feet.
“What are your charges? Tell quickly!”
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