Sadness welled up in Hua Jin's heart.
How pathetic were these believers to believe in an evil cult that was so entrenched that they would not even let innocent children off! The child was so young. He did not even understand what was going on. His helpless eyes kept looking around, frightened by the shrill screams of the people around him.
These believers looked terribly conflicted. They were afraid of death, but they also looked forward to it. It was as if death would really bring them eternal life. It was as if their souls would be purified. What ideology had this damned Sacred Temple brainwashed them with?
"Your choice!" The bodyguard was cold and cruel. "Do you want to kill this child, or do you want us to behead all of you?"
"I…" The poor mother took the child from her husband's arms and looked at the pure and flawless face of the infant in her arms. Even if she could not bear to, she had to bear the pain and make a decision.
