Chapter 1509 - 452: Guilty Beyond Redemption

Chapter 1509: Chapter 452: Guilty Beyond Redemption

Chapter 452 [Deserve to Die]

"This one seems to have run out of breath too."

Two female cultists looked at another blood slave in the cage, this time a frail old man with his clothes open, exposing his gaunt ribcage.

The veins where the blood was being drawn were noticeably extracting blood at an extremely slow pace.

"The Sacrificial Priest doesn’t like waste," one of the cultists said coldly. "Didn’t you hear what Rosa just said? Keep drawing; we’ll carry him out tomorrow."

"...Alright."

At this point, the leader among the three female cultists, a woman named Rosa, walked over from the corner, looked at the blood storage vat, and nodded. "The blood pool is full, carry it to the back to feed!"

As she spoke, she approached, gave her subordinates a glance, and said with a displeased face: "What were you talking about just now? Not doing your work, chatting here?"

The two cultists were clearly terrified of this person, and one immediately lowered her head and said, "No, we weren’t chatting. We just saw a blood slave seemed to be running out of air, but you said not to waste, so we talked a little and decided to keep drawing and carry him out tomorrow."

Rosa’s anger on her face eased a bit, and she nodded, "Not bad! Now, go to work quickly! If a single drop of feeding blood is spilled, I will report to the Sacrificial Priest and use your blood as compensation!"

The two cultists shivered and quickly hurried off to work.

In the room, next to each row of cages was a blood storage vat.

After the two cultists inspected each one, indeed one of the vats was almost full. They immediately started working, and someone took out a metal bottle.

The shape of the bottle, with a big base and a small opening, was somewhat similar to a wine decanter. But by its quality, it was actually made of pure gold.

Standing by the vat, they took out a special pointed spoon and began scooping the fresh blood inside, pouring it into the golden bottle.

A moment later, the bottle was full, and the two of them turned around, lowered their heads, and looked at their leader Rosa.

Rosa glanced over, nodded, and waved her hand impatiently, "That’s enough, go now!"

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The two cultists, each holding a golden bottle, walked out through the doorway in the corner of the stone chamber into the underground hall behind.

Together, they knelt in the center of the grand hall.

The stone floor of the center was covered with ancient relief carvings, surrounded by sun, moon, stars, clouds, flames, mountains, and rivers.

Encircled in the center of these patterns was a two-headed snake. The snake’s mouths were open towards the sky.

The carving sword skill was evidently ancient, clearly aged, yet the design was very vivid, especially the carving skill of the two-headed snake, making it appear sinister and terrifying.

Inside the mouths of the two snake heads, there was a small sunken area with a tiny hole.

The cultists each knelt beside one of the snake heads, and after kneeling, they held the golden bottle in both hands, pouring the blood, bit by bit, into the snake’s mouth.

Soon, the blood flowed down through the little hole on the ground.

During the process, both were on edge, taking great care, their movements gentle and slow, afraid of spilling a single drop of blood.

They knew very well that the warning Rosa had given earlier was no exaggeration!

Because in the past, there had been similar incidents where a cultist accidentally spilled some blood during the feeding, and as a result, was ordered by the enraged Sacrificial Priest to be locked in a cage to serve as a blood slave!

After the two bottles of blood were emptied, without any waste or spills, the two of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then the two women stood up from the ground, holding the golden bottles, and turned to leave.

They returned to the room where the blood slaves were held and the blood was collected. The room was originally dim and eerie. After returning, they first carefully placed the golden bottles back in place and then together looked at their leader Rosa, who was sitting there.

Just as they were about to report, they suddenly saw Rosa’s figure in the darkness, her head seemed to tilt to the left, and then her body uncontrollably slumped to the ground!

One of the cultists exclaimed, about to step forward to support or check when suddenly, out of the darkness came a hand, grabbing her wrist firmly.

The other cultist let out a scream, but instead of running away, she turned around, lunging toward the stone cabinet where the golden bottles were placed.

On the wall above the cabinet hung a short-handled axe.

The cultist quickly seized the axe from the wall, but before she could turn around, the axe in her hand was wrenched away by a powerful force and flew out.

The cultist felt her breath suddenly seize, and she couldn’t make a sound as she was hurled against the wall, her body slamming into an iron cage.

At that moment, she finally saw, on the ground before her, a pair of feet.

From her angle, looking up, the figure stood very straight, looking down at her with lowered eyelids.

"Does anyone here speak English?"

Chen Yan asked coldly.

After two seconds of silence, with no response, Chen Yan’s lips curled slightly, his fingers made a hook gesture, and the short axe on the ground flew into his hand automatically.

With a casual wave, Chen Yan sent the short axe flying out, cleaving directly into Rosa’s forehead as she lay on the ground!

The axe was deeply embedded in Rosa’s forehead!

No matter if she was dead before, now she was definitely dead.