Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The big guy let out another scream and fell to his knees on the spot from the pain.

As more and more blood gushed out, the crowd finally noticed that in addition to the accidental injuries from his teammates\' blood scythes, his body was also covered in numerous thin and precise sword wounds.

These sword marks were like surgical scalpels, all cleverly chopped at the muscle tendons on the man\'s body, completely immobilizing him. He could only kneel on the ground and be repeatedly injured by everyone\'s blood scythes.

At the same time, the many cultists suddenly realized that after fighting for so long, aside from the badly wounded big guy in front of them, none of the other cultists present had suffered any injuries at all.

This meant that the big guy had been deliberately targeted!

Yino had been intentionally drawing fire onto the big guy during the chaotic battle!

"Damn it, this kid is so despicable! He used our own people as a shield!"

"Hey, where did that kid run off to again?!"

"Wait! I remember that kid also had the aura of the Mother Goddess on him, so we can\'t determine his location through intuition at all!"

"Maybe that kid is hiding among us right now, ready to strike at us again at any time!"

As one cultist cried out, the many cultists scattered, flashes of fear in each other\'s eyes.

They didn\'t sympathize with or care about the big guy\'s injuries at all. They just saw his miserable state and couldn\'t help but become apprehensive, afraid that the next unlucky bastard to be targeted and ganged up on would be themselves.

But just as everyone was feeling insecure and suspicious of each other, another shocking sound of flesh being torn came from the front of the crowd—

Splat!

Everyone hurriedly looked towards the sound and saw that the big guy, who was already seriously injured, now had his chest pierced by an arm-guard covered in sharp scales.

"Bro..."

"You\'re actually not a bad person, but you just had too much faith in the moral standards of the Cultist profession."

"Look, even though you took the lead in charging earlier, now that you\'re so badly hurt, they\'re still suspecting each other non-stop. From beginning to end, not a single person thought about protecting the wounded!"

Behind the burly cultist, the black-robed youth poked his head out. His cold eyes were dim as he sighed with a hint of regret in his voice.

His left hand, covered in [Scales of Life], was inserted into the big guy\'s chest, continuously absorbing his life force. His eyes seemed to recall the scene half an hour ago when everyone was still sitting by the altar, laughing and chatting.

"S-Save me..."

The big guy\'s heart was grabbed, feeling his life continuously draining away. He could only let out a weak cry for help, laboriously raising his hand.

But when the many cultists present witnessed this scene, they were instantly terrified to the extreme.

They thought of the innocent humans who had their lives drained during previous sacrifices, then associated it with the big guy in front of them who was similarly having his life drained. Their bodies instinctively retreated, and no one dared to step forward again.

"You bunch of cowardly bastards——!!!"

Seeing himself completely abandoned by his teammates, the big guy finally let out a desperate and furious roar.

In just a moment, strange blood-red patterns surged onto his forehead. The big guy\'s body began to rapidly expand, intending to self-destruct on the spot and perish together with everyone.

Seeing this, the many cultists scattered and fled.

"Tsk, I\'ll give it to you for being a man."

Yino also inwardly clicked his tongue. He pulled out his left arm and fiercely slapped the big guy on the back.

Terrifying spiritual energy ripples erupted. The big guy, whose flesh and blood were swelling, was directly sent flying a hundred meters away into the depths of the snowy pines before he could self-destruct.

Yino narrowed his cold eyes and stared intently, covering his ears with a hint of worry.

But as time passed second by second, the self-detonation sound Yino expected never came from the depths of the snowy pines.

"Holy shit, was he acting?"

"I just praised you for being a man, and you deceived me right away."

"To think I treated you as a brother and sincerely taught you some useful sacrificial tips..."

Yino raised his cold eyes and muttered to himself.

He looked around and found that all the cultists were standing far away. No one wanted to challenge him anymore. He could only helplessly walk towards the depths of the snowy pines alone.

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"That guy isn\'t human at all. He... he\'s a monster. He\'s the true evil one!"

Deep in the snowy pines, a foxgirl stood rooted to the spot, silently listening to the burly cultist\'s wails. A barely noticeable nervousness flashed through her bewitching eyes.

"W-Witch-sama, my la—ugh!"

The latter still wanted to struggle to say something, but as Yino\'s footsteps approached from not far away, the foxgirl suddenly stomped on the cultist\'s head.

She twirled the dagger in her hand, pointing the blade at the back of the cultist\'s head. With a clean and swift up and down motion, she finally silenced this cultist who was spouting his last words before the youth arrived.

At the edge of the snowy pines, Yino and the foxgirl confronted each other, both their cold eyes flashing.

"Senior Sister Jinyue..."

"Why are you here?"

Yino\'s cold eyes dimmed. He first glanced at the completely dead corpse in front of him, then raised his head to look at the girl\'s innocent and pitiful expression.

However, hindered by the eye-catching glossy white silk stockings under the night, Yino\'s originally icy gaze still couldn\'t help but shift downwards, glancing at her fleshy legs outlined by the white stocking.

After a moment of silence, he put away his iron sword and said as if nothing had happened:

"Just now, this despicable and crafty cultist must have slandered me a lot with his dying words, right?"

"No, no... He said it was all his own fault for committing so many evil deeds. He truly deserved to die!"

Jinyue hurriedly shook her head to deny it. She smiled and hid the dagger in her left hand behind her back, also acting as if nothing had happened.

It\'s just that when Yino peeked at the girl\'s white stocking as usual, he saw a few drops of black, viscous liquid sliding down from between her legs.

Drip...

The sound of blood splattering on the ground was particularly jarring in the silent night.

The two were speechless under the moonlight, and could only awkwardly chuckle to ease the atmosphere, tacitly understanding each other.

"So, seeing that this deeply sinful cultist still had a breath left in him, I decisively took action to finish him off for Young Master Yino!"

Jinyue seemed to also know that the sound of dripping blood was too piercing. She shrugged and smiled, lightly explaining along with the previous topic.

Yino looked at her, then at the big guy\'s action of reaching out for help before his death. He also smiled and nodded with a bit of reluctance.

"Young Master, did I do well?"

Under the moonlight, the foxgirl put her hands behind her back and asked with an innocent smile.

Yino also put his scale-armored left arm behind his back. He walked up and gently caressed the foxgirl\'s face with his right hand:

"You did well."