Chapter 60 Knights in the Smoke <TOC> Chapter 62 Key to the Door
Translator: SumTLMan
The sun rose from the horizon, ending this long night.
Marz was breathing slightly as he carried his rifle, looking at the huge white boulder in his field of vision. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, as he had finally reached his destination.
As long as he completed Susanto’s mission, he could go home. His daughter was waiting for him at home.
He supported the rifle on his back and ran up to the boulder, impatiently lighting the fireworks. The red fireworks sprayed into the sky, exploding with a loud noise and leaving a reddish-orange trail in the sky.
Until the fireworks completely dissipated in the sky, there was silence around him, and no one from the Soul Cult appeared.
Marz held his rifle and looked around the silent wilderness, feeling somewhat confused.
“What happened?”
A cold voice sounded from behind him, making Marz feel as if a snake had crawled onto his back. He was so scared that he almost pulled the trigger.
He turned around and found a cultist wearing a black robe and a face that was hard to see standing behind him.
“Lord cultist, Lord Susanto from Orin Town asked me to deliver this letter to you.”
Marz took out a sweat-soaked letter from his pocket and then took off his hat, nervously twisting it. The person in front of him was a member of the Soul Cult.
“Susanto? Why did he have to send the letter through the Orin cultist?”
The cultist extended a thin, pale hand, disdainfully weighing the damp envelope, shaking it before pulling out the paper inside and taking a quick glance.
In the next moment, an extremely sinister psychic energy surged from the cultist, and the paper in his hand suddenly burst into pale flames, turning into ashes in an instant.
Susanto concealed part of the truth in the letter, changing the cause of the cultist’s death to a raid by a group of marauders.
“All the cultists in Orin Town were slaughtered by a group of marauders?!”
He asked in disbelief.
This behavior was simply defecating and urinating on the head of the Soul Cult, completely trampling the dignity of the Soul Cult underfoot.
The psychic energy surging from the cultist formed a terrifying pressure, almost forcing Marz to cower on the ground.
“Yes… yes, Lord cultist.”
Under such terrifying pressure, he thought of his daughter detained by Susanto, and nodded with a bold face.
“Susanto is really a useless waste. He has completely betrayed the trust of the Cult! If he cannot avenge those dead cultists, I will personally transform him into a bloodthirsty beast!”
The cultist shouted angrily and then blew a sharp whistle. Before the whistle had even died down, there was a sound of flapping wings in the air.
A terrifying monster bird landed on the giant rock. It was like a combination of a human and a vulture, almost two meters tall, bald on its head and neck without any fur. Its head was topped with a bright red fleshy crown, and its face still had some human features. Its pale beak was like a sharp sword.
The bird’s body was covered with messy black feathers, and its huge wings were somewhat asymmetrical. Its lower limbs had thick inverted joints with fine purple scales on top, while its feet were not much different from human feet, except that the nails were very sharp and had black hook shapes.
The monster bird let out a hoarse, long howl to the sky, opened its mouth, revealing its dense, sharp teeth inside. It coughed violently, and a pile of mucus and undigested bones protruded from its throat.
A strong stench and the smell of blood rushed over.
Marz took a few steps back and fell directly to the ground.
“You cowardly lamb.”
The cultist looked at him contemptuously, ready to let Owl 79 eat him directly.
But what he didn’t expect was that Marz, who had fallen to the ground, launched an attack first. He raised his rifle and fired wildly at the bird and himself.
“Die!”
Three years ago, this monster bird attacked his parents and wife who were working in the cotton fields, dismembered them, and swallowed them whole. Marz jumped into the Mohanendi River with his daughter in his arms to escape.
Even today, his mother’s screams still haunt Marz’s ears.
The roughly crafted gun body trembled violently, and the bullets whistled and hit the bird’s body, sparking and flying in all directions.
The bird flapped its wings and pounced on Marz. Its sharp beak pierced his neck and then eagerly sucked out his brain, enjoying its meal.
“Don’t eat him. Go find Susanto and ask what happened, and who are these daring marauders who dare to attack the Soul Cult’s cultists.”
Reluctantly, the bird extended its tongue to lick its bloody beak, flapped its wings, and its heavy body flew awkwardly into the sky, flying towards the direction of Ourgin town.
The cultist glanced at the wreckage on the ground. In the next moment, the wreckage ignited pale flames, quickly licking the flesh and bones. After a short time, the whole boulder was as clean as new, leaving only a pile of ash.
He bent down and picked up a golden lasus from the pale ashes, playing with it in his palm.
“Susanto, this useless person, is quite generous.”
The strange bird’s speed in the air was not slow, and Susanto’s burned camp was conspicuous enough. It quickly found its target, swooped down from the air, and landed with a loud crash, raising a cloud of dust.
The soldiers in the camp had already become frightened birds, almost causing another riot.
“Don’t panic! Don’t panic! It’s the envoy of the Soul Cult!”
Susanto crawled on the ground, respectfully saluting the strange bird.
“Respected envoy, your arrival is like a heavenly blessing.”
To make himself pitiful, Susanto didn’t bother to clear the bodies in the camp. Some of the bodies were even starting to rot, emitting a strong stench.
“Susanto, how many enemies did you encounter?”
The cultist’s voice came from the strange bird’s throat, and he scanned the camp through the bird’s eyes, somewhat taken aback by Susanto’s heavy losses.
“My lord cultist! After those marauders lured us away from Orin Town, more than eight hundred people besieged our camp. We fought to the death and paid a heavy price to drive them away.”
The cultist was somewhat skeptical of the number reported by Susanto, but such heavy casualties had to mean that there were no less than that number of marauders.
“Among them, there was a very terrifying knight who killed many of us!”
Eleanor added carefully.
The cultist’s mood became serious. Such powerful marauders might be directly affiliated with Raginbeard. Could Raginbeard also be eyeing the Orissa jurisdiction?
His head began to ache.
“These marauders must be eliminated as soon as possible!”
Chapter 60 Knights in the Smoke <TOC> Chapter 62 Key to the Door