When Soira was going through a confusing situation where she was massacred by ninjas, kidnapped by ninjas, turned upside down, and turned upside down.
Outside the dream, the end of the heated humiliation finally began to appear.
"Bring a sacrifice!"
It all started with an order from a Catholic bishop.
The newly appointed bishop has been busy with his work for the past few days.
It was the fault of the forr bishop who left for God's embrace without properly handing over the matter.
Even if the organization was not a proper cult, it was large and there was a lot of information to be aware of as the head of the organization.
In the anti, no effort was spared to find new sacrifices, but there was so neglect of the sacrifices already caught.
Because of this, the bishop only rembered the three intruders when the urgent work was about to be completed.
Not much has been heard since the last intruder was dealt with. It probably ans there is no problem.
There was no need to worry. Because the cultists did not offer ritual sacrifices, but the incarnation of Drippert used the power directly.
Even if they didn't do anything extra, their god would take what he wanted.
If we only thought about efficiency, it was okay for the intruders to share.
The cultists will be able to use the bodies of the intruders to vent their desires and gain vitality from the stuffy life in the forest, and the ssenger will take the sacrifices as ti goes by.
But Bishop Hyeon, who had just beco a new bishop, wanted to do sothing notable.
For example, a ritual of offering a sacrifice to a god.
It was a aningless ritual because the extortion of vitality had already taken place.
It made no difference whether the ritual was perford or not.
However, once in power, what you wanted to wield was no different even if you were a cultist.
No, on the contrary, because he was a cultist, he was even more faithful to his desires.
It was even more botherso because other cult mbers were not unaware of the cult leader's desire to do sothing while in power.
However, it was impossible to ignore the cult leader's orders, so in the end, the lowest cult mber was caught.
"Is it here...?" Ugh."
This was the first ti that Danjeol, who had never been able to use Soira's hole due to lack of ti, faced them.
A sacrificial storage room located in one part of the basent.
It was said to be a storage room for sacrifices, but in reality, it was a place where sacrifices were tied up and eaten, and the sll of chestnut flowers was strong enough to sting your nose.
Since it was in a basent with no ventilation, the sll was even worse.
"Uh. What. Do you want to use it too? "Have you finished clearing the aisles?"
As soon as he saw the person entering the sacrificial storage room, a senior cult mber who was standing in line spoke to him.
Although it may seem like an ordinary greeting at first glance, the end user knew very well that it ant, 'Don't make the line long for no reason. Go ahead.'
Normally, I would have quietly complied while grumbling inwardly that it was ti to spare, but today I had sothing to say in response.
"This is the leader's order. He told to bring a sacrifice."
"What? "The leader?"
The senior mber of the cult, who had been implicitly showing that he was ignoring the subordinate, was visibly embarrassed when he heard the subordinate's words.
It was because his turn would co soon.
The sacrifice that the senior cult mber was aiming for was Asil.
There were vulgar graffiti drawn all over his body, and he looked scruffy, fearing that the graffiti would be erased, so instead of using clean magic, he just roughly poured water to wash it.
However, even that appearance did not obscure Asil's inhuman beauty. Because it wasn't human.
Among the three, she had the largest breasts, and especially, when she was fucked, the cock would push out awkwardly as if she wasn't used to it, but sotis the cock would tighten as if it were soone else, sothing that the senior cult mber liked.
After using just one more person, it was the senior cult mber's turn. It was truly a waste...
"If it's the leader's order, there's nothing we can do. Everyone heard it, right?"
"Oh, it's a waste."
"I could have done it a little more."
"You even added it. "I just took my pants down."
Other cult mbers in the sacrificial storage room also grumbled, but pulled up their pants and left the storage room like the tide.
The senior cult mber left the storage room at the end and handed the key to the handcuffs that bound the Soira to the end.
"Hey. You're not going to just take it to the religious leader, are you? Wash yourself well and go."
The senior cult mber tapped the junior cult mber on the shoulder and left the storage room following the other cult mbers.
The end, who thought he had been caught in a hurry when he heard the words "Wash," Soon realized what he ant.
Even though there is Clean, a life magic that can be used with just a handful of magical power, the reason why they asked you to go for a wash.
Before washing the three won, the commander closed the door to the storage room and unzipped his pants.
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"I brought you."
After so ti had passed, the terminal was able to bring the three intruders in front of the cult leader.
Since he was not given any special powers, it took so ti for him to pick him up and move them. Or maybe there was so other secret reason.
The religious leader did not care about such details.
"Good night. Bring it to the altar."
"Yes."
I felt like my arms were already straining at the thought of putting those three won on the high altar, but I didn't dare complain about the leader's orders.
If that was going to happen, I would have told them to put it on the altar from the beginning, I just grumbled in my heart.
Fortunately, this was the last ti the terminal suffered.
When the religious leader heard that the sacrifice was placed on the altar, he went straight to the altar.
There were no thoughts of the suffering end in his mind. It was a good thing because if he had rembered the end, he would have asked him to do it again later.
"Start the ritual!"
The cult leader declared, raising his arms in front of the cultists gathered on the altar, as if he had summoned an avatar to defeat an intruder.
There was a large rock wall in front of him.
It was of a completely different quality from the wooden walls roughly made of wooden planks in the sacrificial storage room.
The rock wall, which seed to have been carved out of a huge rock, was smooth enough to reflect light.
There were three magic circles engraved side by side on the rock wall.
It didn't matter whether it was really a magic circle or a circle for using magic.
The only thing that mattered to the cultists was that if they perford a ritual using this rock wall, it would be offered to the gods.
There were incendiaries embedded in the rock wall so that they fit perfectly into the magic circle.
Would it be correct to say that it is stuck? With his chest pushed forward and only his wrists and ankles buried in the rock, it looked like he was coming out of the rock.
The surface of the rock wall was rippling like water, swallowing their hands and feet, but it did not cause any damage to their bodies.
As soon as the cult leader declared that the ritual would begin, the heads of the cult mbers gathered on the altar all lowered.
It beca part of the ritual as I stood still, bowed my head, and listened to the religious leader's incomprehensible words.
As the religious leader chanted the spell, the magic circle drawn on the rock wall began to emit a soft light.
It was a soft yet ominous light.
"... Ugh."
A small moan escaped from Soira's mouth, which was stuck in the rock.
It sounded like a voice enduring sothing, or a voice of pain.
However, none of the people gathered here responded to that voice.
The light flowing from the magic circle beca stronger little by little.
In proportion to the intensity of the light, the voice chanting the cult leader's spell also grew louder.
As the ritual progressed to a certain extent, the conditions of the three won changed.
Starting with the wrists and ankles embedded in the rock wall, little by little, the body beca colored the sa color as the rock wall.
The soft and warm skin beca hard and cold.
It was a phenonon that occurred when one's vitality was stolen by Drifter.
The definition of the ambiguous concept of vitality may vary from ti to ti, but the vitality that Drippert required was a little stranger.
The body of the target whose life force has been stolen by the Drifter changes from organic to inorganic.
I don't know why it happens like that, but it's normal for Shinigami to be unable to understand.
The petrification that started at the extremities of Soira's limbs slowly began to climb up her limbs.
My elbows and knees beca stiff, and petrification progressed like a toilet paper slowly absorbing water.
It was then that Soira opened her eyes.
In her dream, she felt the world shaking and decided that sothing was happening, so she woke up imdiately.
Flora and Asil still haven't woken up in this flashback room because they didn't et the conditions.
"Uh?! What is this?!"
Soira was surprised to see the situation.
Since she was captured by a cult, she also expected that she might be used as a sacrifice.
She had thought that in the worst case scenario, she might have her heart ripped out alive, but the petrification was completely unexpected.
The leader smiled darkly as he looked at Soira who was embarrassed.
"Hehe. "It's perfect for the words of a profane person."
Soira tried to pull her body away from the rock wall, twisting her body this way and that, but her hands and feet would not be pulled out, as she was completely assimilated into the wall.
anwhile, petrification was slowly progressing, hardening even to her shoulders and thighs.
Soira's expression also hardened.
What she wanted was the interaction of a squishy, ??sticky body, not sothing so hard and stiff.
I was quick to give up.
If Flora, who could use magic, or Asil, who could use elental magic, had awakened, she might have been able to resist more, but Soira, the pure warrior she was, could do nothing as her limbs were tied.
Besides, it was a ga anyway, and it was just a flashback room.
Looking next to her, I saw Flora and Asil, whose bodies were stiffening more slowly than Soira.
Do they have resistance because they are wizards and elentalists?
I don't know about that. But it was a good thing.
If her head hardens like this, all of her life force will be stolen by Drippert and the character will die.
But this was a flashback room.
If Soira dies first and her flashbacks end, she will just disappear from the world.
It ant that the two of them did not have to die.
The whole world will disappear. Still, since it wasn't observed, he wasn't dead.
Before she knew it, her chest had hardened and petrification had progressed to her neck.
After a little while, there will be a stone statue of a beautiful girl nad Soira.
It wasn't a bad idea to imagine what n were thinking and how they would view the stone statue, which had perfectly expressed breasts and genitalia, but if Soira was going to get hit anyway, she preferred to get hit herself.
Looking at the approaching end, Soira opened her mouth with difficulty.
"You-"
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Ending the flashback room.
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