"My angel, please, I don't want to be a sacrifice! I don't want to be a sacrifice!"
"My angel, I promise to serve you comfortably. Please choose someone else."
A dozen or so people dressed in coarse linen were kowtowing and begging for mercy to a blond man who radiated holy light, was shirtless, and had pure white wings on his back.
However, not everyone was begging for mercy. Some of them were already numb, like empty puppets, standing there blankly, letting others do as they pleased.
Behind these people, a large group of villagers were kneeling in fear, chanting, "Praise the angels!"
Some even shouted, "It's an honor to be chosen by the angels! Be quiet and don't disturb them!"
The blond man with pure white wings on his back watched the crowd's ridiculous behavior with great interest, then spoke softly. When he spoke, it was like a divine revelation, and the entire audience fell silent instantly.
"Do not be afraid. You are all devout believers. You should be happy, not discouraged, to be chosen by me. This is an honor, a salvation, and an unparalleled glory for you sinners!"
Praise the angels!
"The angel is right!"
The villagers immediately kowtowed, vying to show their piety.
Those who were sacrificed trembled with fear and even cursed at the villagers behind them.
So it turns out they weren't the ones who got eaten.
The blond man approached the first person, a middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground, his face full of pleading.
The blond man smiled and said, "Say, praise the angels."
"Please...please don't eat me."
"This is your last chance. Say 'Praise the angels'."
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