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Chapter 335 - 73 Arthur: No One Can Sacrifice Me Except Myself (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 335: Chapter 73 Arthur: No One Can Sacrifice Me Except Myself (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_3

Facing such a critical juncture, and having heard no one coming to rescue, it seemed that the cultists were quite savvy this time, acting cleanly without anyone calling the police. You won’t get any rescue; you’re waiting for death. This is where it ends.

Watching Beckman, the cult leader holding a scepter, approach you, you suddenly turned your eyes and said, "There’s one problem, my college admission was bought, so I’m not a scholar. Similarly, the girl next to me just looks innocent, but in reality, she’s a compensated dating girl from a brothel. You’ve got the wrong identities; this sacrifice is going to fail."

"???" The cute girl widened her eyes at you, shaking her head repeatedly in anger, "Slander, that’s outright slander, I’m very clean."

"Fucking idiot." You shook your head speechlessly, thinking what a pig-headed teammate, but continued, "You see, whores never admit they’ve been streetwalkers. She doesn’t admit it, so she’s a whore."

"That sort of makes sense," "Just like you won’t admit to selling your ass," the surrounding cult believers murmured among themselves, seemingly swayed.

But High Priest Beckman was confident, "Ha ha, Mr. Scholar, do you think I’d believe you? We’ve already investigated your undies! Besides, do you think we’ve done nothing? Miss Alice, tell him your judgment."

"Certainly, Lord Priest." Miss Alice, or rather the one-night stand buxom cutie you knew, proudly puffed out her chest, "Arthur, accept your fate, stop lying. I swear on my name, I’ve tasted it clearly, you indeed have the fluid of intelligence."

"Shit, what kind of bizarre verification method is this... Shouldn’t you be asking me for a certificate to prove myself?" Only now, you realized why she had been so insistent on drinking last night—she had been tasting the intelligent sperm. What a suffocating woman; you cried out that you were tricked.

Beckman had the scepter pointed at you, ready to utter that phrase, and you could even feel the impatient and annoyed emotions emanating from the central tentacle, seemingly eager to devour you as well.

It seemed to be your special talent, others couldn’t feel the "emotional" presence emitted by the tentacled creature. You deserved to be the inherently pure human, the confidence bestowed upon you by the ’Revelation Zero One,’ the son of the Biochemical Mother.

However, this was utterly useless. Knowing how eager it was, what did it matter? It wouldn’t change the fact that you were to be sacrificed to it.

At this juncture, you were powerless, accept your fate...

"Wait a minute, it’s not over yet," you licked your lips, saying, "Supreme being with the grip on the scepter of space, you are the great King of Infinity, the Tailed Ksitigarbha with dual natures..."

"?" Beckman, ready to offer you to the Evil God, sensed something was off, as you were clearly chanting some sort of prayer, and it was a correct three-part structured prayer with a clear direction.

"Great King of Infinity, Althias! Your devout believer Arthur implores you to open the gates of the Divine Kingdom, to accept the gift I present to you, please receive it with joy."

As the words fell, a sour friction sound abruptly filled the air.

All the cultists widened their eyes, astonished, wondering what exactly you were up to.

Including High Priest Beckman.

"I get it, you want to usurp my position, counter-sacrifice us?" Beckman, knowledgeable and wise, realized what you were doing, and was almost amused, "Who do you think you are, what makes you think you can command a god? Besides, your prayer is wrong, doing this will only make your devourishment by the master much more painful."

You laughed as well.

"Really? Do you think the master cares if the prayer is correct? You are so wrong! What it cares about is eating the sacrifices quickly and, indeed, having enough of them."

Tied to the pillar, but feeling the intense fluctuation from the center of the Array, you became very confident, looked around, paused, and said, "By the way, I haven’t had the chance to introduce myself, my name is — Althias Mendelev Goldenshtein Sladakoman Blumen Arthur!"

"What you..." Beckman’s pupils shrank, finally understanding where your confidence came from, your name actually shared part of it with the great master, according to the sect’s rules, it classified you as a ’Divine Favored’!

But he still had his last trump card. Pointing the scepter at you, he roared, "Great King of Infinity, take my gift quickly, a knowledgeable scholar!"

Yes, with the "scepter" blessed by the divine, he could direct it anywhere, it seemed even the weird tentacles in the Array had to follow his command.

"Yet you quirked your lips up, not shocked or afraid, but instead laughed and chanted, ’Oh great King of Infinity, please hearken to my praise:

"Might as well try to shake a tree, a mayfly, I was without rival among men."

"Never defeated in heaven or earth, through all time, I stood first."

"Like Tailed Ksitigarbha, rejected at the center, I would have rivalled the collapsing cliffs of Spirit Mountain."

"Does Buddha know of the sickness in this world? Spirits part and join again, wings paired in life and death!"

"After you finished reciting the poem you copied from Octopus Brother, the entire Array suddenly began to tremble, and an overwhelming terror descended.

"A six-armed apparition appeared."

"No, impossible, what is this thing!" The intense pressure made all the believers crawl on the ground, unable to believe what was happening.

Indeed, here it comes! You rejoiced inwardly, knowing your gamble had paid off! Yes, the object of these people’s sacrifice, ’King of Infinity, Althias,’ was indeed the same Evil Buddha you had encountered in reality: Tailed Ksitigarbha!

Although you didn’t understand why, in legend, He induced such great pressure in you, hundreds, thousands of times stronger than the real Him.

Faced with such a terrifying presence, the believers, who had always seen others being sacrificed, suddenly knew their fate, and one by one they began to wail:

"Oh, no, no! Oh great lord, we are your devout believers!"

"Why are we the ones being sacrificed?"

"This can’t be happening, you can’t f*cking do this!"

The cries filled the field, but just then, the Demon God apparition, both Tailed Ksitigarbha and Althias, turned one eye towards you and the other towards Beckman, seemingly torn by Beckman’s wand on whether to devour you or him.

Seeing this, Beckman, lying on the ground, burst into laughter: "Hahaha! So that’s how it is! Thank you for revealing yet more secrets to us, bringing us one step closer to the great lord. Now you can die. King of Infinity, take my offering now!"

Struggling with effort, he persisted in pointing his wand at you, his eyes filled with a frenzied expression.

The tentacles at the center of the Array began to sluggishly, with some disdain, reach out towards you.

Seeing this, the wailing believers, accusing the great lord of abandoning them, suddenly burst into cheers one after the other, "Good job, well done, worthy of being the High Priest," "What a splendid turnaround!" "The great lord hasn’t abandoned us!"

The situation was suddenly reversed; who would have thought you would still die in the end.

As the familiar slippery tentacle came to your face again, you were about to be devoured, but you weren’t afraid. You said with a smile, "Oh great Tailed Ksitigarbha, please accept the offering I present to you! A group of erudite people, with ample knowledge in the field of Cults, may you accept them with pleasure—all thirty-six scholars."

"Eh?" With that, the sluggish tentacle suddenly stopped, and Beckman’s expression instantly froze.

What does this mean? Is this a competition of who has more offerings to sacrifice? How funny, you...

Before he could even finish his thought, in the next second, dozens of tentacles burst forth from underneath the Demon God’s apparition in the center of the Array, engulfing them and rending the hearts of one person after another.