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Chapter 248 - 44: Xu Shu Gradually Understands the True Use of the Altar (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 248: Chapter 44: Xu Shu Gradually Understands the True Use of the Altar (Second Update, Please Subscribe)

So, the Salvation Army is performing sacrifices again?

Recently, Xu Shu had an encounter with people from the Salvation Army, and he nearly died there.

No, it seems not quite right, not the same...

Last time, it was the people of the White Emperor’s son, who guided Principal Yang from the shelter, exploiting his desire to save his own daughter to trick him into letting a Secret Sect into his home, which resulted in his daughter being transformed from a human into a Transcendent "Unclean."

But this time, these people are actual believers from the Dawn Church, then how are they performing sacrifices?

Without time to think it over, Xu Shu decided to watch and wait:

[You chose to stay behind closed doors, pretending not to be at home, but soon, they forced their way in.]

[You, covered in blood and wearing only your underwear, looked frightfully intimidating, startling them into a fierce confrontation with you, and you, with no other choice, slapped several of the men who charged in first to death.]

"Not good! A Transcendent—" Another person was cut off and killed by you before they could finish their sentence.

[You, Xu Shu, a 15th-level Great Perfection Legendary Warrior, how powerful you are. To you, mere mortals are no different from ants, aren’t they?]

[You wreak havoc amidst a barrage of bullets.]

[Among them, there were five Transcendents of the Black Emperor’s son, who all changed color slightly at your presence. It was clear that you were beyond their expectations, but they didn’t retreat. Instead, they reacted swiftly and besieged you.]

[Two of the men’s muscles inflated as they engaged you in close combat; another threw a dice cup at you, which hit your face painfully, and you recognized him as the one rolling dice at the gambling den last night.]

[Another stepped back and cast a spell on you, shouting, "Freeze!"]

[The last person took out a harmonica and began to play it languidly.]

[They are two "criminals," a "gambler," an "orphan," and a "musician"!]

[Sensing the situation turning dire, you activated Jingwei, taking on the attacks head-on, facing five enemies alone, proving your mettle as a mighty Warrior indeed!]

[Unfortunately, the enemy team composition was well balanced, with both damage and control capabilities. You were bound and rendered immobile, your brain pierced by a mysterious power, and ultimately overpowered and knocked down. They broke your limbs and captured you alive.]

[The remaining few residents of this entire floor were also rounded up.]

[The group from the Black Emperor’s son encountered some trouble, as too many of their own had died by your hand, making their remaining task even more burdensome. They vented their anger on you with punches and kicks as they proceeded.]

[But what fault could a Warrior possibly have?]

[You were taken to the 18th floor, to the top of the "Minister" Building.]

[There were many more people captured; the destitute from floors 10, 11, 12, along with Scavengers and others added up to almost thirty people, men and women, young and old.]

[Leading them was a Priest from the Dawn Church. On seeing a halved return of their group, he inquired, "What happened?"]

["A Transcendent, damn bastard had a good room but chose to hide in the crappiest 12th floor. We suffered losses, many died, but we still brought him here. His limbs are broken; he’s no threat."]

["So it is. The Lord will be very pleased with this offering." The old Priest happily stroked your hair, and you noticed the strange markings on his body. Turned out he was a Second Rank Array Master.]

["Yes, elder." The members of the Black Emperor’s son threw you into the pile of offerings.]

[Both your hands and feet were broken, and the "orphan" kept casting the immobilization spell on you, making you unable to move.]

[Being a Transcendent, so they were extremely cautious with you, but did not bother with the other offerings. The other members of the Black Emperor’s son turned and began to prepare, setting up the Sacrificial Array.]

[The old Priest struggled mightily to deploy the Array, clearly under great pressure, visible as the veins on his forehead bulged prominently.]

[You were curious, as everything around you was unlike any Esoteric Buddhist evil ritual you had seen before.]

[Especially that burner in the center of the Array, it looked so familiar to you. You finally remembered—it bore a striking seven parts resemblance to the Heart Fire Incense Burner.]

[Before long, the old Priest, exerting himself to the brink, finally succeeded. A blue, ethereal Mark Altar emerged. He lay beside it, maintaining the Altar with a ghastly pale face while shouting loudly, "Hurry! Push them into the Altar’s circle, sacrifice them all—cough cough cough~"]

[Ah, it turns out they do not worship the Evil God, but Lie Zhenzi. You’re about to be sacrificed to Lie Zhenzi.]

[All the offerings were pushed into the Altar, the blood of the Altar flowing and sealing. The old Priest bellowed, "Aren’t you coming out yet?!"]

[At this point, the female "orphan" couldn’t bear it anymore. Muttering about the size of the lump, she took out a peculiar Jade Buddha hidden in your pants, looking at it curiously for a few moments.]

[The next second, blood sprayed from all her seven orifices, and her clothes began to attack her, wrapping her into a curvaceous shape.]

[She was careless, looking directly at your turntable (invincibly enhanced version), and as a Taoist with no standout physical attributes, she was instantly strangled to death.]

[Her "immobilization spell" on you thus lost effect immediately. You hit the switch right away, activating the Life-taking Mantra of Narrow Sleeve Guanyin.]

["Come on, live it up~" The headache-inducing song filled every corner, delivering a mental blow to everyone.]

["Damn, what is this thing!" The members of the Black Emperor’s son desperately fought against the attacks of their own clothing as you all danced wildly in the Altar.]