Chapter 216 In the Dark

In the city of springs, it seems as if the night is always dark and windy.

Strange streams of light kept surging from the night sky, just like the aurora and neon lights were thrown into a blender and made into juice, which was then evenly applied layer by layer without getting tired of it. It was disgusting, but over time, one's senses strangely began to get used to it.

It even feels like this scene has become commonplace and extremely normal.

After realizing this, Ji Jue couldn't help but become alert.

The pollution of evil and foolish things is often subtle.

Many times, it is not visible to the naked eye. It may be a sharing at an alcoholics meeting, a bizarre dream that you cannot remember after waking up, an inconspicuous ornament at home, a rather strange story in a book, or even a bowl of common wonton noodles...

Therefore, it can be called a harmful influence.

Before they realize it, the person involved has often unknowingly moved toward evil and stupidity, and in the end, it only takes a spark to ignite the firewood, making it impossible to control it.

Forty years ago, a change in the vortex caused a large purple star to streak across the sky, shining brightly. In the ten years since then, spontaneous evil transformations have occurred all over the world...

Just, just a glance.

The moment the eyes were illuminated by that glow, an expectation and yearning that should not have existed was irresistibly planted in the soul.

As a result, Lu Changsheng was named the Lord Saint and completely unified the scattered Huaxie cult. Before that, he was just a seemingly ordinary member among all the middle and high-level leaders.

He is not as eager for quick success as other people of the same kind. He is best at using water dripping through stone and rope sawing through wood. Under the accumulated cold wind, when you realize that the ice is three feet thick, it is already too late to save the situation.

Because of this, when he stepped forward to the front, connected with such a huge force, and confronted the Security Bureau head-on, people felt wary and uneasy.

What on earth is he doing?
What medicine did you take? Why are you playing such a big game?

Ji Jue didn't know how big Lu Changsheng's game was, but just the little bit that leaked through his fingers was enough to almost crush Ji Jue and the others to death.

As the cold wind blew towards him, Ji Jue lay on the ruins of a high-rise building and raised his telescope.

Looking from a high place, one can see the hideous appearance of Quancheng.

Countless scattered lights above the sky were like curtains, hanging down layer by layer, covering the dark city. Through that layer of dreamy veil of light, the world became strange and hideous.

In the spiritual perception, countless mighty waves like ripples are spreading all the time from all corners of Quancheng.

The entire Quancheng has long since become a toy of the evil cult.

Now, when the invisible hand descended from the clouds and played with things at will, the gloomy city began to reveal a bit of the violence and hunger that had been suppressed in the darkness.

Amidst the distant roar, a gigantic outline loomed in the thick fog, passing over the ruins. Tentacles extended from the mist, wantonly preying on the surrounding deformities and feasting on them.

And the strange shadow that I had encountered unexpectedly now crawled on the ground, passing by with tiny crackling sounds.

Sometimes, a huge, broken statue would appear without warning on an empty street or square, with blood constantly flowing out of the broken neck.

Without any visible movement, one deformed head after another inexplicably appeared on its base...

Everything that came into view had become a pasture for evil creatures. Those strange behemoths were like cattle and sheep, roaming docilely in the darkness, lowering their heads to nibble on the sprouting grass, and growing stronger and stronger.

Ji Jue's gaze deliberately avoided those things and didn't even dare to look directly at them.

God knows how sharp the perception of those things is. If they are locked on as soon as they see it, then I will be asking for trouble.

"The repairman is in place."

He lay on the edge of the floor, looking at an ordinary building below in the reflection of the mirror.

——Quancheng Bank.

The desolate and dilapidated bank occupied the entire four-story building, and on the streets outside, faint shadows flashed by from time to time.

When the alienated moth flies through the air, a strange halo often emerges from the bank, easily crushing the moth into meat paste.

The entire bank has been shrouded in mystery, making it completely watertight.

A little light was faintly visible from behind the tattered curtains, but it was difficult to see what was going on.

This is the stronghold that Tongshan found during his stealth observation, which is the farthest from their hiding place and has the weakest response.

Tong Shan and Xu Guan burned four candles and squatted around for several hours. Finally, they figured out what was going on inside through various methods.

Nowadays, believers of the evil cult are flocking to banks, certainly not to apply for loans. They are going to great lengths to transform the entire bank from top to bottom into an evil residence, in order to shorten the distance to the vortex as much as possible, so as to attract the arrival and blessing of the evil from above.

Just like what Liancheng did in Shixu last time.

Now, under the rejection of the real world, the Quancheng, which is forcibly "floating up", consumes a huge amount of resources every day.

If one wants to save the money that would make even the gods and humans' hearts tremble, then one must find something to fill up the empty Quan City.

Hold up the pillars.

There are many similar methods. As a craftsman, Ji Jue can think of no less than a dozen. The simplest of them is undoubtedly the most unscrupulous "killing living people". Killing tens of thousands of people can solve all problems.

The cult didn't have a high moral bottom line, but they couldn't do such a big gap and such a complicated ritual. "Sacrifice" is not something that can be done with frozen chickens and ducks, and it must comply with regulations and be killed on the spot... If they can really get more than 10,000 living people from the Federation quietly, what can't they do?
Even if we kill all the sacrificial furnaces, we can still create six or seven deformed heavenly crafts, right?

If you can't do it the hard way, you can only use some techniques.

Through the ritual, a gap is temporarily opened above the vortex, just like ice fishing, to lure the thirsty evildoers below to come up for some fresh air.

The cult has been doing this for so many years, so they have no shortage of 'connections' below them. With long-term cooperation, they may know when the feast is about to begin just by ringing the bell. They are so skilled at it.

In just a few hours, strange pillars of light that pierced the sky and the earth flashed in various places in Quancheng, rising from the ground, representing the successful arrival of the evil of the upper level...

Just like big pillars, they support from bottom to top and connect with each other to form a stable structure, holding up the Spring City firmly.

This is one of the few places that has not yet been quiet...

Moreover, there is no powerful person of extraordinary rank in charge.

If they could successfully exorcise and cut off the existence of this pillar, not only would the resonance and connection between the upper evils be lacking, but the pressure on the evil cult to support the ascent of Quancheng would also be even more exaggerated!

Not to mention how much redundancy can be left in such a huge project, you have to know that there must be more than one load-bearing wall in an entire building, but if one is missing, the entire building will become a dangerous building!
Break one of their legs first, and the rest will be easy. Just kick the cripple's good leg hard and you'll be done.

In the headphones, voices with a lot of interfering noises began to sound.

"Big brother, take your position."

"Garlic peeling girl, take your position."

"Iron Man, take your positions."

"Melon eaters, take your positions."

Then, Lou Feng said, trying to hold back his shame: "Big... water pipe, get it in place."

Then, in the long silence, everyone waited with bated breath, until finally, an extremely reluctant voice sounded:

"…Plants, in place."

Phew.

I don't know who it was, but forgot to turn off the microphone and couldn't hold back a chuckle. Code names are given by each other, and the parties involved have no right to decide.

Just like a little game to relax before a big battle, no matter how serious and rigid the children's plants are, they can't stop everyone from finding some fun in the midst of adversity.

Although he was extremely opposed to this code name, he had to accept it after the team members voted unanimously.

"A car is coming, everyone pay attention." 'Watermelon Eater' Xu Guan whispered in the channel, "Is the repairman ready?"

"Ready."

Ji Jue grinned, pulled the bolt, lay on the soft mercury dust pad, turned the muzzle of the gun, and aimed faintly at a shabby truck driving on the street in the distance.

He couldn't help but frown.

What a piece of rubbish… In such a large cult, can’t they find someone who knows how to repair cars?

From the tires, suspension to the chassis, nothing looks decent. It might as well have been dug out from the garbage dump in Quancheng and pieced together. It's considered a success if it can drive, but it's not surprising if it breaks down the next moment.

After the car stopped, a large number of dishevelled people got out of the trunk. They were all pale and thin, and some of them had been mutated and were dying due to the evil pollution.

They were poorly clothed and poorly fed, like prisoners, but their expressions were incredibly enthusiastic and joyful, and they rushed to the bank one after another.

Ji Jue saw it and sighed silently.

"Don't be soft-hearted. These are the fanatics of the evil cult. They can't be brought back." Tong Shan's voice came from the communication: "Even if you save them from danger now, they will still blame you for meddling in their affairs and preventing them from going to heaven."

"I know."

Ji Jue pressed the remote control without thinking.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in a crumbling ruin in the distance, and then it broke in half and collapsed, raising a large amount of dust.

Amid the loud noise, the crowd on the street suddenly became chaotic and screams were heard.

The sudden movement attracted a lot of attention. For a moment, the light in the sky was disturbed and looked down.

Sweep by.

But soon, the attention from all parties disappeared without a trace.

It was just a collapsed dangerous building, which was too common. There was no telling how many such collapsed buildings there were in the entire Quancheng. Moreover, Ji Jue had spent several hours on the directional blasting, but not much explosives were used. The few footprints that there were were buried by the wind and dust, and no trace could be found at all.

At the same time as the abandoned building collapsed, no one noticed the muffled gunshot coming from Ji Jue's hands under the cover of the loud noise.

A makeshift mercury silencer and a deliberately reduced charge.

There was no loud sound when the bullet flew out.

Like a muffled fart.

It was fired instantly, and quickly peeled off and collapsed layer by layer in the wind, leaving behind a wisp of spreading dust. In the end, at the moment of the shot, a skinny man in the slightly chaotic crowd just staggered and fell to the ground.

Unscathed.

Even he himself thought that he didn't know who pushed him in the chaos.

After getting up, he brushed the dust off his body, glared around, distinguishing between innocent and mocking faces, and muttered something.

I didn't dare to care.

This is already the sanctuary, who dares to raise his fist to disrupt the solemnity?

Being punished is a small matter. If you are deprived of the qualification to serve the master, that would be a loss!

Just like that, everyone held the same unrealistic dream, thinking about the rewards from heaven and the satisfaction of endless desires, and they rushed to line up beside the leader, happily walking into the darkness of the bank.

It's like livestock lining up and heading towards a processing line.

But when he entered the door, he couldn't help scratching his back as if it was a little itchy.

As for when did a palm print appear on the smelly and tattered clothes...

Nobody cares.
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"Damn it, it's been so long and there's no movement at all!" In the bank basement, the furious priest yelled, "Is there really no one who cares? Why are you pretending to be dead? Speak!"

Around the bloody altar, the sweaty hosts shrank their heads and dared not make a sound.

Only his most favored subordinate dared to muster up the courage to explain: "Forgive me, priest, we are all following the old rules. Logically speaking, the Lord has basically come at this time, but... but..."

But who knew that several batches of sacrifices were sent up one after another.

I have burned incense and kowtowed, but why is the evil of the upper position, which was so effective in the past, silent now? !
Could it be that at this critical juncture, they suddenly took advantage of the situation and raised the price?

"First, it must be the Holy King of the Wheel of Time who is testing us!" His lips trembled. "As long as this batch of new sacrifices is delivered, the Holy King will definitely be satisfied and will show us even more favor."

The priest looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes full of bloodshot.

At this point, this is the only explanation.

No matter how earnestly he invited and called, and even offered batches of sacrifices, the Saint King, who was so agile in the past, did not respond at all at this moment...

The priest suddenly asked, "Did you break some rules? Did you anger the Lord?!"

"It must be that bastard Liancheng's fault!"

With no other options, the panicked subordinates did not hesitate to put the blame on the dead man: "Since a while ago, the Saint King's responses have become less and less, and he has even stopped responding. That bastard must have offended the Saint King somehow!"

"At this point, is it useful to say this?"

The priest said in a cold voice: "Expand the scale, offer more sacrifices, and call all the believers over - if the Holy King is really unwilling to take the lead, I'm afraid we can only call Him over by force..."

"cocoa……"

The subordinate was stunned: "If the Holy King is angry."

"Then what's the point of offering sacrifices?" The priest looked at him coldly: "What are you regretting? Your few believers? If you fail here, do you know what will happen to you?
It's hard to find a good lamb like you!"

After hearing these sinister words, the subordinates couldn't help but tremble and lowered their heads, not daring to hesitate any longer.

Batch after batch of believers were driven to the altar.

Whether they were struggling and crying, or rushing to be the next one, or hesitating in fear... No matter what they looked like, after being sent to the huge altar, they would fall into delirium and hallucinations, and be ecstatically reduced to ashes, eaten up by invisible things, leaving only sticky blood dripping slowly from the "plate" and overflowing...

In a trance, one of the maintainers next to the altar suddenly shivered for some unknown reason.

I heard it, a hallucinatory...laughter?
On the originally empty wall, a tattered door suddenly appeared and opened.

In the doorway, behind the tattered curtain, darkness surged.

A pale smiling face slowly emerged.

Look at him.

(End of this chapter)