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Volume One: Infinite Germination Chapter 43: Sacrifice to the Evil God

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    Neon Country, Kumamoto Prefecture.

    A secret stronghold of Ohm Shinrikyo.

    Disabled Matsumoto Jiefu is lying in a wheelchair, assisted by a beautiful, pure, white-skinned and long-haired personal assistant, admiring the snow in a private courtyard.

    The snow fell heavily, dyeing the entire courtyard a bright white.

    This snow has been falling continuously for a day. Thick snow, almost half a foot deep, has accumulated on the pastures of Mount Aso. This has brought great trouble to the convenient transportation in the entire Mount Aso area. Tourists  Suddenly there was a lot less, and the business of many hot spring hotels was very bleak.

    Matsumoto Jiefu was in a very happy mood.

    He is an extremely cunning and cruel man, but he is also quite relaxed when he is in a good mood although this is extremely rare.

    "Mieko, is there any news from the prison?"

    Matsumoto was leaning on the backrest of his wheelchair when he suddenly made a sound. The strange sound was indifferent and lifeless, like clanging gold and stone, which made people like Mieko shiver.

    "Hi, Matsumoto-kun, the officials from the police department have already said hello, and the car that picked up the old leader Ma-hara has left the prison. According to the last contact, the old leader will be here in about half an hour.  "

    "Really?" Matsumoto straightened up with difficulty using his elbows as support, with a look of respect and admiration on his face, "My father, he is a great man, a weirdo in the religious world, prison, that  This is not a place where he should stay. I am very happy to see him again. How is the situation with the congregants coming? "

    "Hi, Matsumoto-kun, after our encrypted website announced the relevant news, many loyal believers actively participated. Now there are more than 500 believers who have come to the stronghold, and some others are also arriving one after another."

    Mieko organized her words very carefully, her eyes carefully observed the words and expressions, and her body was so stiff that she had no feeling due to being too nervous.

    Matsumoto's face showed a somewhat lonely look, "The situation in the church is not what it used to be. When my father was here, we had tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of members. When the third sister accepted the teaching, we  The organization has suffered a huge blow, and the academic affairs are in chaos. Do you think the third sister is a sinner?"

    Mieko pursed her lips tightly, not daring to say a word. Her predecessor just interrupted when he shouldn't, and then he was killed by imitating Shi Chong

    "However, since the third sister has gone, I won't bother with Father's Thunderous Wrath."

    Matsumoto said sadly, glancing at Mieko, with a satisfied expression on his face, but he shook his head regretfully, as if he was very disappointed.

    "Mieko, you really don't know the style! Just help me go to the hall where the sacrifice is being prepared."

    "Hi!"

    Mieko stepped forward, lowered her head, and carefully pushed Matsumoto out of the courtyard

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    The hall where the sacrificial ceremony is held is an abandoned factory.

    On both sides of the factory building, a bunch of blazing torches were lit. With the smoke swirling around, the entire newly decorated factory building fell into a strange atmosphere of uncertainty.

    Four to five hundred devout believers, dressed in sect-specific robes and costumes, lined up neatly, standing silently row after row. Everyone bowed their heads slightly and muttered something silently. The scene was very solemn.  Solemn.

    In front of all the believers, there is a small altar rising from the ground, only two meters in diameter, with ancient characters and strange patterns carved on it, and the whole thing is full of a strange mysterious atmosphere.

    In a small box on the side of the factory building, several police officials were drinking sake comfortably.

    Sasaki, the youngest, looked at the rather solemn religious ceremony on the closed-circuit television and felt very disapproving. Naturally, a look of scorn appeared on his face. He sat on his knees and drank in silence, and finally couldn't help but let out a cry.  The question is, "Master, why do you want to make friends with these religious gangsters? With your wisdom, do you still believe in such a simple scam?"

    Section Manager Matsushita raised his eyelids slightly and felt very uneasy. However, for this subordinate with a profound background and experience of studying abroad in the United States, he could not offend him rashly, so he could only try to comfort him, "Sasaki, don't be impatient, for Ohm  I don't have a good impression of the Truth Cult either, but this new leader is indeed not an ordinary figure. He can reunite the members of the Truth Cult, which were already almost in disarray, and slowly grow in size. There is definitely something in this.  There is a reason, it is said that he is a person with great supernatural powers, let¡¯s see what kind of tricks he is playing.¡±

    "Hi!" Sasaki lowered his head.When he spoke again, the room fell into silence for a moment.

    This silence was only interrupted when Matsumoto, who was lying in a wheelchair, was carefully pushed into the solemn sacrificial hall by Mieko.

    "It's Master Matsumoto!"

    "His Majesty, Holy Ann!"

    "The leader is omnipotent, please protect us!"

    Every believer who passed by along the way, the believers knelt on the ground and paid homage without hesitation. Their pious and respectful demeanor was as if they were seeing the true God, without any falsehood.

    Wherever Matsumoto passed, believers prostrated themselves like rows of harvested rice, and the entire hall fell into the deepest fanaticism and restlessness.

    Among the worshipers, Matsumoto was wearing a ceremonial robe that could only be worn by the leader of the Truth Religion. He raised one hand gently, giving people a feeling of being physically disabled and strong-willed.

    "Baga, what tricks did this magician use to make these idiots worship him like this?"

    Although the officials of the National Police Agency were angry, they could not help but become curious.

    What brought this notorious sect back to life, and what made this disabled man, who was said to suffer from polio, congenital heart disease, schizophrenia and many other illnesses, become the leader of the evil cult who was ready to kill anyone at his command?

    Unfortunately, nothing is known.

    "Dear believers."

    Matsumoto sat in front of the altar, his eyes lightly scanning all the believers present. This strange glance had a strange charm, making every believer feel that the leader was paying close attention to them, and they couldn't help but concentrate and gaze.  Looking at him brightly.

    "Today is a good day for us. Our old leader regained his freedom and was released from prison today. Now, he is here!"

    Before he finished speaking, the door of the factory opened with a bang.

    Surrounded by more than a dozen burly men, a man with a thick beard and fluffy long hair reaching his shoulders, who looked like a lion, walked towards him with extremely majestic and majestic momentum.

    It is none other than Ma-hara, the former leader of the Shinrikyo Religion!

    "My subjects!"

    He waved his hand freely, his pale and aged eyebrows filled with confidence, "Your leader, I, Asahara, am finally back, back to the children!"

    The believers bowed indifferently and opened a path like flowing water, allowing Leader Ma-Yuan to pass.

    Dozens of burly men followed Asahara, preparing to follow the old leader step by step, but were blocked by the indifferent congregants, who could only watch the old leader go away.

    Ma-Yuan also noticed something was wrong at this time.

    His rush out of prison and his more than ten years of imprisonment left him with very little information. Before, he only knew that the sect was becoming more and more difficult under the control of his third daughter. He never expected that this cripple he had never paid attention to  The son somehow usurped the power, made the sect prosperous, and even intervened in the prison to fish him out alive.

    More than ten years of imprisonment almost drove him crazy. As soon as he was released from prison, he couldn't wait to contact some of his former subordinates, hoping to regain control of the religion that was out of control.

    But at this time, the indifference of the believers made his heart freeze for a while. Walking among the crowd, he felt that he was no longer the leader who was surrounded by others, but rather like a sycophant who was favored by the leader!

    "My good son!"

    Ma - It turned out that when he arrived in front of Matsumoto Jiefu, he, who was slightly congenitally blind, struggled to look at the shriveled and deformed body in the wheelchair. A chill came out of his heart. He couldn't help but reduce his loud voice to a minimum, and brought out  He said timidly and with difficulty, "Thank you for rescuing me!"

    "No!" Matsumoto shook his hand with difficulty. He looked at his old father sincerely and said from the bottom of his heart, "Father, you are a great man. You are qualified to dedicate yourself to God."  ! Today is your happy day, don¡¯t say thank you, you can even sacrifice your life for me, what does it mean to save you from prison? "

    "Yes!" Mayahara couldn't help but feel dizzy, and her voice gradually became numb, "It is my honor to be able todedicate my body to the true God!"

    Mieko¡¯s teeth chattered. She gently pushed Matsumoto to the altar, then bowed herself and retreated into the ranks of believers, kneeling on the ground weakly.

    "Believers! The time has come to witness the miracle!"

    Song Mu raised his hands high in the air, making a loud noise that resounded throughout the factory. The believers knelt down one after another, kneeling down devoutly, waiting for the miracle to come.

    In their mouthsHe kept chanting sincerely, "God sends a messenger to the world, and it will bring people the power to fulfill their dreams. Those who want gold will get gold, and those who want health will get health!"

    Ma-Yuan staggered up to the altar. There was no thought in his hazy mind at this time. He took the long knife handed over by an unknown person. He untied his clothes and knelt on the altar, stabbing deeply with the knife.  In his abdomen, blood gurgled on the altar, and the entire altar seemed to be charged, flashing with a faint blood light.

    ¡°The sight of God has arrived!¡±

    Matsumoto Jiefu fell down from his wheelchair. He looked like he was kneeling down devoutly, but in fact his eyes were fixed on the altar. The sea of ??consciousness filled with spiritual power poured his spiritual power into the artifact "Source Pond", creating an invisible force.  Suddenly he landed on Asahara's body, and nameless flames rose from his body. His whole body, including the knife used to disembowel his abdomen, slowly melted and disappeared in the flames. Silently, he was broken into pieces.  All the resources: material, vitality, and pure spiritual power disappeared before everyone's eyes like a phantom, and were collected into the "source pool".

    The sake in Sasaki's hand fell to the ground with a clang, his lips trembled, and a ridiculous idea rushed into his mind: Could it be that there really is a god in this world?

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