Our family is in decline

If discovered by the church, the church will cause massacres on this land, and whether they are cultists or not, they will become nutrients for the growth of the ancestors.

Moreover, these are just ordinary believers who have grown up casually. They will die when they die. The church cannot dig out the online ones under one-way contact, and there is no threat to the core of the organization at all.

If it is not discovered, it will gradually encroach or even control the entire gathering place, and then rely on this to develop rapidly.

In a cruel elimination system, only those who survive are qualified to truly join the Ascension Sect.

They use the power of the church to create killings and strengthen themselves, and they also take the opportunity to select qualified and capable believers to strengthen the cult itself.

What a white wolf with empty gloves, one fish and two meals.

All I can say is that I am truly worthy of being an ancestor, win-win, win-win-twice.

There is a price for doing this, and that is the most ordinary believer, but the ancestor doesn't care.

The thoughts of cultists are very different from normal people. If it weren't for Disma's words, he would have been taken to the ditch.

According to this logic, cults may have blossomed all over this land now, and just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Is it really necessary to start the plan to regain the territory in advance...

The atmosphere on the court has gradually become more solemn since Lance fell into thinking, because unknowingly everyone agreed that he was the one in control of the situation.

This is especially true for the police chief. The man in front of him will determine his life.

At this moment, a series of sudden knocks on the door made everyone on the field look over subconsciously.

Lance's thoughts were also interrupted, but he instantly realized that they were those who came to participate in the ceremony, and immediately glanced at Disma.

Of course he understood what the lord meant, so he put on his hood and walked over quickly.

When the door was opened, Disma directly dragged the person in and closed the door behind his back.

The cultist didn't know what was going on until he saw corpses on the ground and a few people still standing.

"Ho!" The cultist gasped, turned around and wanted to run away, but the bloody dagger was already pressed against his neck.

"Sir." Disma asked for instructions, obviously asking if he wanted to kill this guy.

Lance didn't say anything. He raised his hand and waved it. It was self-evident what he meant.

These people were useless when he took possession of this place.

But the Sheriff saw this and stopped him.

"Wait! They just joined in, maybe they can be saved."

"These people all participated in the sacrifice of those six innocent people. They were all murderers." Lance slowly shook his head as he spoke, "Sympathy is a beautiful virtue, but sympathizing with them is the greatest kindness to the victims. harm."

"Then they need to be sent to trial and hanged for those six lives to comfort the families of the victims, rather than lynching here."

"Do you think the church knows that there are cultists here and that so many people are involved? How many people in the entire town will survive when the trial war is launched?"

Lance directly said something back, and at the same time his eyes signaled Disma to take action. He had no time to waste on these people.

Although Disma admires this conscientious police officer, the lord is right. Giving mercy to these guys is the greatest harm to the victims.

The cultist realized his fate and wanted to beg for mercy, but Jian Ke didn't understand and slit the blood vessels in his throat.

The Sheriff watched the man fall, feeling indescribable in his heart.

The justice and rule of law that I believe in have been completely trampled on today.

The boss betrayed the law and became a cultist. Should he choose to make everything public and use everyone's life as his badge, or hide the truth...

Lance ignored his dilemma and turned to look at the Sheriff.

"How many other people in town have joined the cult?"

"Twenty-two in total." The sergeant cried as he spoke, "It's really none of my business. They were all developed by him. I'm just providing a little convenience and it has nothing to do with them."

"Almost everyone from the security team has been pulled over by you. What are you criticizing me for?"

Among these cultists, if you lift up the black robes, you can see the police badge underneath. How could he have pulled out so many people in such a serious religious atmosphere without this guy taking the lead?

That missionary does not have this ability. He is definitely the one who truly selects and develops believers.

There are twenty people on the field now, and two of them have not come yet. Lance does not want to waste time waiting, and immediately gives the order.

"Disma Qian will take him to the woman's house first. I'll go there after I've taken care of this."

This man is a bit stubborn, and Lance is not willing to show his abilities in front of him, so he might as well get rid of him.

The Sheriff didn't refuse, he just picked up the girl and left. To some extent, he acquiesced to Lance's approach.

Sometimes justice also has to give way to reality~

"I know you know more than that. Now tell me the real situation." Lance stopped pretending immediately after he left.

"I said it all, really!"

"Who do you think I am? Why did I come to you specifically?"

A contemptuous smile appeared on Lance's face, which put great pressure on the Sheriff.

That’s right, these guys don’t act like people from the Church Tribunal at all, so who could they be?

As for guessing? He is just a little police chief, who knows more things.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Hmph! When will it be your turn to ask me?" Lance snorted coldly, and the expression on his face instantly condensed. The pressure seemed to be condensed into substance, scaring the Sheriff's legs weak.

"No~ I'll just..." The police chief felt a little incoherent.

"Tell me, you are more valuable only if you know more. If I can deliver, you can survive."

Lance put on a arrogant posture and pulled a high-level person out of nowhere. That look was really unpredictable.

What's more, such a fantasy identity made the police chief have a mentality of grasping at straws, and his psychological defense line suddenly fell.

Normally, both the empire and the church would tacitly attack each other when encountering a cult, so he also knew that he would most likely die.

The difference is whether you go to the gallows or to the stake.

But the mysterious man in front of him had just taken the initiative to help cover it up, so maybe he really had a chance to survive.

After thinking about it, the police chief no longer hesitated and immediately told more details.

"The real sacrificial ceremony..."

From his mouth, Lance also heard about the more detailed sacrificial ceremony. He was not as ignorant as he said before. On the contrary, he had always been the one who led everything.

From choosing sacrifices to enjoying the results.

The terrifying part of this ritual is not as simple as killing it directly, it is torturing a person alive until death, and then using his flesh and blood to refine several materials.

For example, this strange [Blood Candle] glowing red...