Malice Is the Blade, I Am the Evil God of Death

In the abandoned classroom, the boy's limbs were tied to a long table. A teacher stood in front of him with a sharp knife, cutting open the arteries of his limbs one after another, and then knelt in the mysterious magic circle in front of the table. He chanted in unison with his other forty students: "O great omniscient and omnipotent God, we are willing to offer this flawless body and feed you with his blood, flesh, and bones. Please give us great power!" The candlelight flickered and the cold wind blew. The young man on the long table slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were as black as ink, the wounds were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a black Tang knife slowly appeared in his hand. I saw him showing his sparse white teeth and smiling: "Come on, don't you want a gift? Accept the gift dad gives you! Haha..." He raised the knife and dropped it, and the teacher's head flew away!