A VR Travel Story That Makes You Want to Be Humiliated

Chapter 276: Flashback Room – Cultist Defeated (5) ***

Chapter 276: Flashback Room – Cultist Defeated (5) ***

When Soira was going through a confusing situation where she was massacred by ninjas, kidnapped by ninjas, turned upside down, and turned upside down.

Outside the dream, the end of the heated humiliation finally began to appear.

"Bring a sacrifice!"

It all started with an order from a Catholic bishop.

The newly appointed bishop has been busy with his work for the past few days.

It was the fault of the former bishop who left for God's embrace without properly handing over the matter.

Even if the organization was not a proper cult, it was large and there was a lot of information to be aware of as the head of the organization.

In the meantime, no effort was spared to find new sacrifices, but there was some neglect of the sacrifices already caught.

Because of this, the bishop only remembered the three intruders when the urgent work was about to be completed.

Not much has been heard since the last intruder was dealt with. It probably means there is no problem.

There was no need to worry. Because the cultists did not offer ritual sacrifices, but the incarnation of Drippert used the power directly.

Even if they didn't do anything extra, their god would take what he wanted.

If we only thought about efficiency, it was okay for the intruders to share.

The cultists will be able to use the bodies of the intruders to vent their desires and gain vitality from the stuffy life in the forest, and the messenger will take the sacrifices as time goes by.

But Bishop Hyeon, who had just become a new bishop, wanted to do something notable.

For example, a ritual of offering a sacrifice to a god.

It was a meaningless ritual because the extortion of vitality had already taken place.

It made no difference whether the ritual was performed or not.

However, once in power, what you wanted to wield was no different even if you were a cultist.

No, on the contrary, because he was a cultist, he was even more faithful to his desires.

It was even more bothersome because other cult members were not unaware of the cult leader's desire to do something while in power.

However, it was impossible to ignore the cult leader's orders, so in the end, the lowest cult member was caught.

"Is it here...?" Ugh."

This was the first time that Danjeol, who had never been able to use Soira's hole due to lack of time, faced them.

A sacrificial storage room located in one part of the basement.

It was said to be a storage room for sacrifices, but in reality, it was a place where sacrifices were tied up and eaten, and the smell of chestnut flowers was strong enough to sting your nose.

Since it was in a basement with no ventilation, the smell was even worse.

"Uh. What. Do you want to use it too? "Have you finished clearing the aisles?"

As soon as he saw the person entering the sacrificial storage room, a senior cult member who was standing in line spoke to him.

Although it may seem like an ordinary greeting at first glance, the end user knew very well that it meant, 'Don't make the line long for no reason. Go ahead.'

Normally, I would have quietly complied while grumbling inwardly that it was time to spare, but today I had something to say in response.

"This is the leader's order. He told me to bring a sacrifice."

"What? "The leader?"

The senior member of the cult, who had been implicitly showing that he was ignoring the subordinate, was visibly embarrassed when he heard the subordinate's words.

It was because his turn would come soon.

The sacrifice that the senior cult member was aiming for was Asil.

There were vulgar graffiti drawn all over his body, and he looked scruffy, fearing that the graffiti would be erased, so instead of using clean magic, he just roughly poured water to wash it.

However, even that appearance did not obscure Asil's inhuman beauty. Because it wasn't human.

Among the three, she had the largest breasts, and especially, when she was fucked, the cock would push out awkwardly as if she wasn't used to it, but sometimes the cock would tighten as if it were someone else, something that the senior cult member liked.

After using just one more person, it was the senior cult member's turn. It was truly a waste...

"If it's the leader's order, there's nothing we can do. Everyone heard it, right?"

"Oh, it's a waste."

"I could have done it a little more."

"You even added it. "I just took my pants down."

Other cult members in the sacrificial storage room also grumbled, but pulled up their pants and left the storage room like the tide.

The senior cult member left the storage room at the end and handed the key to the handcuffs that bound the Soira to the end.

"Hey. You're not going to just take it to the religious leader, are you? Wash yourself well and go."

The senior cult member tapped the junior cult member on the shoulder and left the storage room following the other cult members.

The end, who thought he had been caught in a hurry when he heard the words "Wash," Soon realized what he meant.

Even though there is Clean, a life magic that can be used with just a handful of magical power, the reason why they asked you to go for a wash.

Before washing the three women, the commander closed the door to the storage room and unzipped his pants.

?

"I brought you."

After some time had passed, the terminal was able to bring the three intruders in front of the cult leader.

Since he was not given any special powers, it took some time for him to pick him up and move them. Or maybe there was some other secret reason.

The religious leader did not care about such details.

"Good night. Bring it to the altar."

"Yes."

I felt like my arms were already straining at the thought of putting those three women on the high altar, but I didn't dare complain about the leader's orders.

If that was going to happen, I would have told them to put it on the altar from the beginning, I just grumbled in my heart.

Fortunately, this was the last time the terminal suffered.

When the religious leader heard that the sacrifice was placed on the altar, he went straight to the altar.

There were no thoughts of the suffering end in his mind. It was a good thing because if he had remembered the end, he would have asked him to do it again later.

"Start the ritual!"

The cult leader declared, raising his arms in front of the cultists gathered on the altar, as if he had summoned an avatar to defeat an intruder.

There was a large rock wall in front of him.

It was of a completely different quality from the wooden walls roughly made of wooden planks in the sacrificial storage room.

The rock wall, which seemed to have been carved out of a huge rock, was smooth enough to reflect light.

There were three magic circles engraved side by side on the rock wall.

It didn't matter whether it was really a magic circle or a circle for using magic.

The only thing that mattered to the cultists was that if they performed a ritual using this rock wall, it would be offered to the gods.

There were incendiaries embedded in the rock wall so that they fit perfectly into the magic circle.

Would it be correct to say that it is stuck? With his chest pushed forward and only his wrists and ankles buried in the rock, it looked like he was coming out of the rock.

The surface of the rock wall was rippling like water, swallowing their hands and feet, but it did not cause any damage to their bodies.

As soon as the cult leader declared that the ritual would begin, the heads of the cult members gathered on the altar all lowered.

It became part of the ritual as I stood still, bowed my head, and listened to the religious leader's incomprehensible words.

As the religious leader chanted the spell, the magic circle drawn on the rock wall began to emit a soft light.

It was a soft yet ominous light.

"... Ugh."

A small moan escaped from Soira's mouth, which was stuck in the rock.

It sounded like a voice enduring something, or a voice of pain.

However, none of the people gathered here responded to that voice.

The light flowing from the magic circle became stronger little by little.

In proportion to the intensity of the light, the voice chanting the cult leader's spell also grew louder.

As the ritual progressed to a certain extent, the conditions of the three women changed.

Starting with the wrists and ankles embedded in the rock wall, little by little, the body became colored the same color as the rock wall.

The soft and warm skin became hard and cold.

It was a phenomenon that occurred when one's vitality was stolen by Drifter.

The definition of the ambiguous concept of vitality may vary from time to time, but the vitality that Drippert required was a little stranger.

The body of the target whose life force has been stolen by the Drifter changes from organic to inorganic.

I don't know why it happens like that, but it's normal for Shinigami to be unable to understand.

The petrification that started at the extremities of Soira's limbs slowly began to climb up her limbs.

My elbows and knees became stiff, and petrification progressed like a toilet paper slowly absorbing water.

It was then that Soira opened her eyes.

In her dream, she felt the world shaking and decided that something was happening, so she woke up immediately.

Flora and Asil still haven't woken up in this flashback room because they didn't meet the conditions.

"Uh?! What is this?!"

Soira was surprised to see the situation.

Since she was captured by a cult, she also expected that she might be used as a sacrifice.

She had thought that in the worst case scenario, she might have her heart ripped out alive, but the petrification was completely unexpected.

The leader smiled darkly as he looked at Soira who was embarrassed.

"Hehe. "It's perfect for the words of a profane person."

Soira tried to pull her body away from the rock wall, twisting her body this way and that, but her hands and feet would not be pulled out, as she was completely assimilated into the wall.

Meanwhile, petrification was slowly progressing, hardening even to her shoulders and thighs.

Soira's expression also hardened.

What she wanted was the interaction of a squishy, ??sticky body, not something so hard and stiff.

I was quick to give up.

If Flora, who could use magic, or Asil, who could use elemental magic, had awakened, she might have been able to resist more, but Soira, the pure warrior she was, could do nothing as her limbs were tied.

Besides, it was a game anyway, and it was just a flashback room.

Looking next to her, I saw Flora and Asil, whose bodies were stiffening more slowly than Soira.

Do they have resistance because they are wizards and elementalists?

I don't know about that. But it was a good thing.

If her head hardens like this, all of her life force will be stolen by Drippert and the character will die.

But this was a flashback room.

If Soira dies first and her flashbacks end, she will just disappear from the world.

It meant that the two of them did not have to die.

The whole world will disappear. Still, since it wasn't observed, he wasn't dead.

Before she knew it, her chest had hardened and petrification had progressed to her neck.

After a little while, there will be a stone statue of a beautiful girl named Soira.

It wasn't a bad idea to imagine what men were thinking and how they would view the stone statue, which had perfectly expressed breasts and genitalia, but if Soira was going to get hit anyway, she preferred to get hit herself.

Looking at the approaching end, Soira opened her mouth with difficulty.

"You-"

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Ending the flashback room.