Fresh blood flowed into the pool along the lines on the floor, turning the once clear spring water murky and filthy. The old bishop stood on the altar, expressionless as he watched his believers cut open the corpses that were hung on the metal hooks like pork, allowing the organs and blood to flow out together.
The old bishop still remembered how many of them could not even hold their knives steadily in the beginning. But now, seeing how they skillfully cut open their opponents' necks and stomachs, it was as if they were butchers who had been doing it for years and were slaughtering pigs.
What should we do?
Almighty God?
The old bishop lifted his head and looked at the sky. The once blinding light of the sun was now a dim halo in his eyes. The sun shone weakly upon the ground, as if to say that even the gods were powerless. Still, this was not divine retribution, but a part of the choice.
Even the gods could not escape the fate of becoming trash in the astral plane. When the last believer left his god, what else could the gods leave behind?
All things would eventually wither, only death would exist forever.
At this thought, the old bishop clenched the holy emblem in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and began to mutter a prayer.
We will eventually die, but our blood and souls will be reborn in fresh blood. We will become the cold guests of death, sitting on the throne of corpses, listening to the wails of the dying, and tasting rotten flesh. This is the fate that everyone must face, and no one can escape from the nightmare and misfortune.
"Lord Bishop."
A voice rang. The old bishop opened his eyes and looked at the knight standing before him.
"The ritual is ready."
"I understand."
As he spoke, the old bishop nodded.
But soon, he seemed to recall something and asked.
"What happened outside just now?"
"I'm not sure, Lord. But according to the sentinel's report, someone destroyed the gate."
"Reckless."
A cold smile surfaced on the old bishop's face when he heard the report.
"Let them do as they please. No matter who comes, they will eventually become the prey of the House of Flesh and Blood.
It just so happens that the almighty Mother Goddess of Death needs sufficient nourishment. I was worried that the monsters outside would not have enough, but it seems like I don't have to worry too much about that now. "
"Lord?"
"Don't worry about them. Seal the inner city and prepare for the ceremony."
There was nothing in the outer city.
When Jenn returned to the square with the other two, Nadia sent the same message.
To be honest, Kassandra's strange situation puzzled everyone, including Jenn. Although he was a Demon, there were many types of Demons. There were many Deity Wardens and even more Cults.
Many demons even had multiple roles with the cultists, the most famous of which was the Goddess of Lies, Sidwell. She appeared on the surface as the God of Lies, but she did not mind appearing as a god that did not exist.
Therefore, in many cases, the so-called Kobold God, Werewolf God, or Goblin God were actually Sidwell's disguises. Sometimes, even the cultists themselves did not know what they believed in. The rituals of these cults were also strange and varied …
The strange scene in the outer city made everyone more and more puzzled. To be honest, the reason why they did not immediately go to the inner city was to find some clues to determine who the other party was.
In this regard, Jenn was very cautious. Although he was sure that this plague was the work of Nabelius, he was not sure that it was his little cutie inside.
There was no such thing as brotherhood among Demons. If the boss of the cultist inside was at odds with Jenn, his fate would not be much different from that of the Holy Knights who barged in rashly.
He had to admit that the failure of the Demons on the surface had something to do with their infighting.
The stories about Demons being wary of each other and eventually leading to the failure of their plans were sometimes not just groundless. In a place like the underworld, trust was a rare luxury.
But before Jenn and the others planned to leave for the inner city, Calvin and the other two gangsters brought them an unexpected discovery. They found a torn, bloodstained piece of a robe in a nearby shop. Although they did not know what it was, judging from the pattern on it, it seemed to be something very valuable.
But when Jenn saw the piece of cloth, his expression changed slightly. He extended his hand to take the rag and knitted his brows at the pattern sewn on it.
It seemed to be a part of the sleeve. Judging from the neat cut on it, it should have been slashed by a sword. It was embroidered with golden lines and decorated with two gems. But only a country bumpkin like Calvin would treasure it like a diamond. In fact, Jenn could tell at a glance that the embellished 'gems' were just ordinary polished agate stones. In the Klein Continent, anyone with a little money could afford to wear clothes of this grade, so it wasn't considered a precious item.
But it wasn't the 'gems' that caught Jenn's attention. Instead, it was the lace on the sleeve.
On the surface, the lace looked very ordinary, but upon closer inspection, no matter which direction one looked at it from, the four straight lines formed a strange pattern in parallel. Of course, this pattern design was not uncommon on clothes, but for Zayen, this slightly obsessive-compulsive design … seemed a little familiar.
"Calvin."
Pinching the piece of cloth, Jenn pondered for a few moments before asking.
"You mentioned that when the plague broke out, the holy knights captured a group of people and they called themselves the Cult of Death?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Cult of Death?"
Nadia knitted her brows. This was the second time she heard of the Cult of Death. But after searching through her memories, she couldn't recall any cult with this name.
"Don't even think about it. Cultists won't openly say what they believe in. These so-called cult names are probably something they came up with on the spur of the moment. Most of the names recorded in the church are useless. If you can't reach the core, you will never know the true face of your enemy."
Jenn shook his head at Nadia's doubtful gaze. Then, he turned to Calvin.
"Do you know the creed of the Cult of Death?
When they were captured, they would always shout something, right? "
"This … This …"
Calvin couldn't help but pucker his brows. In fact, it was common for cultists to shout curses after being captured. Most civilians wouldn't dare to listen to it and even if they did, they would immediately forget about it. After all, it wasn't anything good and if someone were to report them as cultists, it would be a huge problem.
A street thug like Calvin who had no one to rely on was naturally cautious and didn't wish to stir up any trouble in this aspect.
Therefore, even if he had heard of it, he would have long forgotten about it.
But since Jenn asked, he could only rack his brains to recall it. But it was a pity that he couldn't recall much.
"This … Yes … It seems like something will eventually wither, but death will always exist … I'm sorry, Sir, I only remember that it seems to be this meaning."
"All things will eventually wither, only death will always exist."
Jenn's words were like a cold wind blowing across the plaza. Even Nadia felt a chill down her spine as though they were listening to the signal of an ancient will for millions of years.
Upon hearing this, Calvin was taken aback for a moment, before he nodded.
"Yes, Sir. That seems to be it."
"Why, Mr. Jenn, do you know who they are?"
"That's right."
Jenn nodded to Nadia's question. However, his expression wasn't great.
"If I didn't guess wrongly, we should be facing the Order of the Mother of Chaos."
"The Mother of Chaos?!"
Nadia couldn't help but shriek when she heard this name.
If Nadia didn't have any impression of the Cult of Death, the Order of the Mother of Chaos was different. As an evil cult that existed since ancient times, the Order of the Mother of Chaos could be considered as one of the top enemies of the Holy Church.
They believed in Nicholas, the Mother of Chaos, and believed that all things in this world, including the gods, were born from Nicholas. In that case, they would definitely return to Nicholas's embrace.
They referred to Nicholas as the Mother of Death, the eternal Mother Goddess of Darkness.
The Order of the Mother of Chaos dedicated its entire life to slaughtering. Besides, the most troublesome thing about these lunatics was that they were filled with patience. They would never jump out to incite riots or assassinate their targets like other evil cults. On the contrary, the Order of the Mother of Chaos basically wouldn't do anything on normal days.
They would only wait for their targets to weaken and when their targets fell, the Order of the Mother of Chaos would view it as a 'revelation of death' and stand out to overthrow and destroy their targets.
If that was the case, the Order of the Mother of Chaos was no different from the rebels and rebels that appeared in countries that had fallen from grace. But the problem was that they had completely different motives from those who harbored beautiful wishes and yearned to live a beautiful life again.
They had no interest in rebuilding a new Order and only wished to bury everything. It was due to this reason that under the influence of the Order of the Mother of Chaos, revolts would often turn into endless massacres and massacres.
In fact, in history, there were many large countries that eventually fell apart, and one of them was the shadow of the Order of the Mother of Chaos.
It wasn't that the Holy Church hadn't attacked the Order of the Mother of Chaos before. But the problem was that this Order of the Mother of Chaos was too secretive and patient. If there were no 'omens' of death, they could even wait until the end of the world.
As soon as the omens appeared, all sorts of monsters and monsters appeared one after another. It was almost impossible to identify the members of the Order of the Mother of Chaos. Even if the Holy Church wanted to, they couldn't do so. After all, they could only wait until the final stage to find out who the members of the Order of the Mother of Chaos were.
But by that time, the Order of the Mother of Chaos would have already achieved their goal.
As a Divine Knight, Nadia had, of course, heard rumors about this Order of the Mother of Chaos that had been hiding in the dark. But she didn't expect them to appear in Kassandra!
However, Jenn wasn't surprised at all. The teachings of the Order of the Mother of Chaos were extremely confusing and, to a certain extent, could be considered the 'truth'. In fact, they had infiltrated deeper into the Klein Continent than most people thought. There were also members of the Order of the Mother of Chaos in the Holy Church, and it seemed like they had already taken control of Kassandra. But …
At this thought, Zayen was shocked. At this moment, he suddenly remembered a "bad habit" of the Order of the Mother of Chaos.
No wonder there aren't any corpses in this godforsaken place!
"I think … it's best for us to stay away from here …"
"What?"
Upon hearing Jenn's words, Nadia was taken aback.
"Leave?
Mr. Jenn, how can we leave? Kassandra's situation is still unknown. We have to … "
But before Nadia finished her sentence, a sudden change occurred.
In the blink of an eye, scarlet enveloped the entire sky and the air became thick and pungent.
At the next moment, the city before them changed its original form entirely.