Chapter 452 [Deserve to Die]
"This one seems to have run out of breath too."
Two female cultists looked at another blood slave in the cage, this time a frail old man with his clothes open, exposing his gaunt ribcage.
The veins where the blood was being drawn were noticeably extracting blood at an extremely slow pace.
"The Sacrificial Priest doesn't like waste," one of the cultists said coldly. "Didn't you hear what Rosa just said? Keep drawing; we'll carry him out tomorrow."
"...Alright."
At this point, the leader among the three female cultists, a woman named Rosa, walked over from the corner, looked at the blood storage vat, and nodded. "The blood pool is full, carry it to the back to feed!"
As she spoke, she approached, gave her subordinates a glance, and said with a displeased face: "What were you talking about just now? Not doing your work, chatting here?"
