Chapter 62 Key to the Door <TOC> Chapter 64 Retribution
Translator: SumTLMan
The Soul Sect’s monastery was underground, like a huge ant nest. Several large underground caves were connected by complex underground tunnels.
The cave connected by the Key to the Door was the closest to the surface among the entire cave system.
Two armed disciples on guard nearby heard movement coming from the cave and asked, “Father Osmond, have those damn peasants come to disturb you again? Let us help you set up a gallows on the Key to the Door and hang one of them. The rest won’t dare to come anymore.”
The two pushed open the door and walked into the cave.
Father Osmond’s position in the monastery was not low, and he was the most hopeful to advance to the fourth level and become a titled Key to the Door among all the cultists.
Naturally, they ordinary disciples who had no chance of awakening had to flatter him.
As soon as they entered the cave, the two disciples saw Father Osmond lying on the ground like a dead pig, with three strangers standing in the cave.
“Not good!”
One of the disciples reacted quickly and grabbed the rifle on his back, preparing to shoot.
“Clang!”
A sharp light flashed, and the sharp blade was like a lightning bolt, directly splitting the disciple in half with his rifle.
The blade reversed and pointed directly at the remaining disciple. The crimson blood splashed on his face, drawing a bloodline.
The disciple wiped the blood off his face and immediately threw his rifle on the ground, raising his hands to surrender.
“How many cultists are still in the monastery, how many ordinary disciples are there?”
Li Mu tapped his face with the knife and asked.
“T…there are still three cultists and 42 disciples.”
The disciple trembled as he spoke.
“No titled cultists?”
“No.”
The disciple’s left hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.
Li Mu raised his knife, and the sharp tip almost pierced the disciple’s eyeball.
“How come I heard from the esteemed Father Osmond that there was still a fourth-level cultist left in the monastery!” He swung the blade, and the sharp tip traced the disciple’s eyeball. If it went in another millimeter, it would cut his eyeball.
“It seems that you are indeed very devout in your faith in the Lord of Souls, even more devout than an Osmond cultist.”
Li Mu wielded his sword.
“There are! There are! The Bloodsnake cultist is still in the monastery.”
The cultist quickly shouted.
Li Mu stopped his sword.
“How many cultists are left?”
“Six, including the Osmond cultist.”
Since even the Osmond cultist betrayed the cult, this ordinary cultist no longer had any pressure, and he revealed all the information about the monastery to Li Mu like pouring beans out of a bamboo tube.
Li Mu nodded, and there was no difference from what he had interrogated from the cultists in Orin town. It seemed that there was indeed only one fourth-level titled cultist left in the monastery.
“Where are the other cultists? Take us there.”
The cultist glanced at the three of them and nodded after swallowing his saliva.
“Wipe the blood off your face and pick up the guns on the ground.”
When this cultist looked normal, Li Mu snapped his fingers, and the three of them disappeared into thin air.
“Let’s go.”
Li Mu’s voice sounded in the void.
The cultist shivered and turned around to lead the way.
Although he was just an ordinary cultist, he still recognized the holy relic used by the intruder in front of him as the Hidden Breath.
They had already killed at least one titled cultist!
A wave of deep and cold fear rose in the cultist’s heart, and he walked towards the passage somewhat numbly.
Suddenly, a heavy pressure came on his shoulder, and then a big hand pinched his face hard.
“Be natural, my friend, and put on a natural expression, not like you’re going to a funeral.”
The voice rang in his ear.
“Yes…yes, sir.”
The cultist reluctantly squeezed out a smile.
Although electric lights had been installed, the passage in the cave was still very dim and damp, with a strange smell in the air.
Due to the high humidity, water droplets seeped out of the rock walls. The ventilation fan hummed as it spun, taking away the exhaust fumes.
The believers could clearly hear their own breathing and footsteps, but the three people behind them were like ghosts, not making any noise.
The size of the entire underground monastery was astonishingly large, with passages to various caves that were ups and downs, complex, like a large maze.
After passing several forks, the believers walked for about ten minutes before reaching the next cave.
Two believers stood guard at the entrance of the cave.
“Laji, why are you here instead of guarding Cave No.1?”
One believer looked at Laji with curiosity.
Laji felt something hard pressing against his waist and took a deep breath.
“Father Osmond has something to report to you all, and he asked me to come.”
“Go in. The cultists are teaching inside. Don’t wet yourself again like last time when you see what’s going on in there.”
One believer smirked and opened the alloy door.
Disinfectant and the smell of decay came from the other end of the door. Laji swallowed his saliva and clenched his fists as he walked in.
This cave was much cleaner and tidier than the others. The large lamp installed on the rock wall illuminated the entire cave as bright as day.
The originally uneven rock walls were carefully smoothed, and the top of the cave was carved into a beautiful arch. A large number of exquisite and eerie murals were engraved all over the cave.
Most of these murals were the holy relics of the Lord of Souls, as well as the deeds of the past sacred sacrifices.
Classes were being held in the cave, and about ten reserve cultists were sitting in groups of three. The oldest of them was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the youngest was only ten years old, with a slightly immature face.
The cultist in charge of guiding them stood on the podium in front of the cave, a sinister middle-aged man. The cultist ignored the believer who pushed the door open and continued to teach.
“Soul! The soul rules everything in this world. The flesh is just a vessel that carries this precious treasure, the soul. By believing in the Lord of Souls and continuously communicating with Him, our souls can change and possess abilities that ordinary awakeners do not have.”
He fervently spoke to the reserve cultists below the stage.
“The greatest ability is to control soul worms!”
“Our forms are maintained in the weak and powerless human form due to our soul’s recognition of ourselves. This is also the reason why strengthening-type awakeners who mainly rely on physical combat are so weak. But as long as we implant soul worms into the target’s soul, we can change the soul’s recognition of itself through the soul worm.”
“Under the stimulation of psychic radiation, the body will transform towards the form recognized by the soul. This allowed our Soul Sect to create a huge population of blood beasts, with the bloodthirsty beast and blood owl being successful works. But the most powerful is still the Blood Beast Soul-Eating Python.”
“Today, I will demonstrate how to use soul worms.”
The cultist reached out to grab the baby on the podium.
The baby’s self-consciousness was weak and there were still many undifferentiated stem cells in its body. After the soul worm was implanted, even without psychic radiation, visible changes would occur, making it the best demonstration.