"The power of the Demon Mother God, how can it be countered by sacrificing thousands of people?" Su Ming'an questioned.
"Ah... Of course not. The higher-ups just told me to quickly sacrifice a group of people here. Those old men know it's useless, but it helps soothe their hearts." The blue-haired youth sighed.
Solely for peace of mind, thousands become nourishment.
Su Ming'an wanted to say more, but at that moment, a middle-aged man walked out from the military, his hair slicked back short, with a prominent forehead and piercing eyes.
"— Lord Sique, do you remember me?" The middle-aged man said.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man placed his hand on his chest: "I am Filimon, one of the twelve councilors of All Living Beings United."
