After checking that all Zombie had "died again", the four continued towards the mist-shrouded mountain top.
"This evening, several such headless monsters suddenly appeared in Seabreeze Church of Bansy Harbor, as well as flying heads detached from their bodies. We quickly dealt with these anomalies, and then discovered that Jess's body and head were separated and died in the Prayer Hall, and a report letter was found on him.
"Based on the report letter and traces at the scene, we determined that Jess was killed by Bishop Miller, who colluded with the cultists and intended to resurrect the legend of "Weather God" President, oh, Jess is Pastor of Seabreeze Church. He is very brave, but unfortunately he trusted the wrong person and tried to report himself to the cult leader Miller..."
Thinking of the poor Pastor who had lost his head in the church, Angel nodded and held a moment of silence for him.
Mandated Punishers's captain Dodge, the forty-year-old man said as he handed the Sealed Artifact in his hand to another team member beside him. The latter took it and the hand he held immediately trembled, but he quickly recovered and his complexion also changed.
Angel found that the glove on the hand that Dodge handed over to Sealed Artifact was torn and the skin was a little charred. Obviously, this Wooden Staff, which can summon powerful lightning, would cause serious damage to the user.
"Miller had already escaped from Seabreeze Church when he saw what had happened. He and the cultists hijacked many local residents and travelers and disappeared. Soon the entire port was filled with thick fog, and more monsters appeared in the fog. After using special methods to locate, we found this mountain. He and the cult followers were probably continuing the living sacrifice ceremony in the cave above."
As he spoke, Dodge pointed in a direction in the thick fog.
Sure enough, the combination of divination and these Mandated Punishers clues can confirm that Donna and Cecil have become part of the sacrifice, but I don't know if it will be their turn...
After climbing over a ridge towards the location pointed by Captain Mandated Punishers, a hidden cave appeared in front of the four of them.
"This is it."
A young Mandated Punishers took out a palm-sized compass from his windbreaker, glanced at it and said.
It seems that this is what they call the "positioning method"... Angel just glanced at it and looked away to prevent the sensitive and irritable Mandated Punishers from suspecting that he had any wrong thoughts about Sealed Artifact.
After confirming the target, the three Mandated Punishers quickly formed a formation of one in front and two in back. Captain Dodge walked in the front and was on guard with a gun. The young man holding the compass and another bald man followed behind. One person held the compass and the other held the "Lightning Staff". It was like a long-term training battle formation.
This actually made Angel seem a bit redundant. She simply walked in the front and looked into the cave with the help of Dark Vision.
It's small, damp, and has a faint rancid smell... mixed with the smell of blood. Is it fresh blood?
She held a gun in one hand and was ready to use "Knight Bracelet" in the other hand to transform into a melee weapon. She bent her waist and stepped into the dark cave first. The three Mandated Punishers behind her followed cautiously. No one spoke, only the sound of gentle footsteps.
Angel suddenly discovered that the Mandated Punisherss did not carry lanterns, and the battle just now was carried out in the dark. She had Dark Vision herself, but she did not notice anything unusual at the first time.
Was it something Sealed Artifact that gave them Dark Vision?
As a former Nighthawks, she had seen in internal materials the information from "Sailor" to "Pathway" to Sequence 7 "Seafarer" mastered by Church of Storms. This information was derived from the exchanges between Three Great Churches and was not comprehensive. It was possible that there was hidden secrets.
If it is not the ability of Potion itself, but the effect of a certain Sealed Artifact, then this team carries a total of three Sealed Artifacts... Is it because of an emergency, or because the rules and regulations of Mandated Punisherss are different from Nighthawkss?
In her Nighthawks career, she had only seen one operation involving multiple Sealed Artifacts - to prevent the evil god in Megose from coming to Tingen.
This gave her a bad feeling.
Thinking about it, Angel continued to walk softly deeper into the cave. She could feel the eyes of the Mandated Punishers team behind her lingering on her from time to time. Obviously, she was not completely relieved about this "outsider".
After Bishop Miller and the cultists are dealt with, maybe the next target of these people will be me... She thought to herself.
After walking meandering in the darkness for about two minutes, and probably advancing hundreds of meters, a glimmer of light finally appeared on the road ahead. It was a flickering candle, and the smell of putrefaction and blood in the air became stronger.
Rustling——
An incomprehensible whisper came from the depths, as if it did not belong to any common language. It was like a mixture of voices from different people, with the pitch gradually rising and becoming more and more passionate.
There is no doubt that walking further is the altar to worship "Weather God".
Angel glanced back, and the three Mandated Punishers also clenched their weapons and nodded towards her.
The next second, Angel's figure disappeared into the cave as if it had been wiped away. The Mandated Punishers team held pistols and Sealed Artifact and rushed forward in an offensive formation.
"Next one."
Miller whispered, standing next to the altar full of blood, watching strands of blood flow into the complex patterns and symbols beside the altar, dyeing them dark red.
The believer next to him was wearing a hood and couldn't see his face clearly, but after hearing the order, he quickly dragged the female body that had been drained of blood off the altar and threw it aside.
Ritual candles on surrounding menorahs illuminated the cave, as well as the two other corpses on the ground.
The three deceased were all young women and quite popular among local men. Bishop Miller of Seabreeze Church could even call them by name, so he gave them priority for this sacrifice.
Donna's hands and feet were tied with thick hemp ropes, and he fell in the corner of the cave. He blinked his eyes and tried to squeeze away tears to see clearly these hooded cultists and Bishop Miller who commanded them. Miller was wearing a dark blue bishop's robe embroidered with the Storm symbol, so he easily gained the girl's trust outside the restaurant. However, he did not expect that after just a few minutes of communication, he inexplicably lost consciousness and was taken into this stinky cave together with Cecil...
Cecil Miss...
She looked at the female bodyguard who was lying with the three corpses. The latter's eyes were closed, her breathing was weak, and her body had several wounds with deep visible bones. It seemed that she had been cut open by a sharp instrument. Although it was not fatal, blood was already dripping all over the floor.
That was the wound left by Cecil's attempt to resist these mysterious cultists.
In just a few days of travel, Donna met the ugly but delicious fish-man, the beautiful and mysterious Siren Miss, and the huge white-bone "messenger" nearly four meters tall. In her heart, a seed called "occultism" has been planted. Perhaps one day later, this seed will take root and sprout, prompting her to actively contact the hidden knowledge and change her life.
But unexpectedly, only halfway through this "mysterious journey", these cultists shattered Donna's illusions with weird and evil whispers, body-tearing Wind Blade, and ancient and bloody living sacrifices.
"Siren... No, sister Angelica, uncle Sparrow, come and save me... If it's the pirate, that's fine, he seems to have a reward of 3,000 pounds..."
Unable to bear to watch Cecil bleed to death, Donna looked away and prayed silently.
"That's it."
An emotionless voice came from above her head, and two hooded cultists came forward, looking at her with cold eyes.
The next second, Donna felt his body soar into the air, and like a lamb to be slaughtered, he was pulled up by the two men with the hemp ropes bound by his hands and feet, and placed on the blood-stained altar.
Four other believers in uniform were kneeling around the altar. When they saw the new sacrifices placed, they lowered their heads and began to pray in an unknown language. Their voices echoed and superimposed in the dark but spacious cave, and soon turned into increasingly passionate sentences.
Donna, whose heart was gradually swallowed by despair, began to struggle subconsciously, but the two believers quickly held her down. One of them picked up the ceremonial dagger next to the altar and raised the murder weapon that was stained with the blood of three people, and was about to perform another living sacrifice.
"Cough, cough——"
He suddenly felt itchy in his throat and couldn't help coughing.
The more he coughed, the more breathless he became. His throat seemed to be filled with phlegm, and his young lungs were like old bellows, pulling "whoosh", trying to suck in some fresh air.
Bang, the ritual dagger fell next to the altar, but no one paid attention to it. The six hooded cultists all appeared in a similar situation. Their devout prayers turned into continuous coughing, coughing up mouthfuls of thick phlegm, and then dark red blood clots.
Miller also felt itchy throat and a little tightness in the chest. He first looked at the believers who were coughing in confusion, and then immediately realized that this was not a common cold in winter, but someone was attacking!
The air is full of disease-causing toxins!
His eyes changed from light brown to dark red. The bishop's robe rose and bulged from below, and strong winds surged from inside. These winds were controlled by him and quickly swept through the cave, and finally blew towards the exit in the flickering candlelight.
"Cough, cough!"
He coughed a few times and coughed up the phlegm. He felt his throat became more and more itchy, and his control of the strong wind was interrupted.
No, this is not a toxin, it is a germ that appeared directly in my body...
Swish——
A white light flashed in front of him, and a Bone Blade suddenly appeared from the air and struck at the "Wind-blessed".
Angel waited until the disease struck, until the cultists collapsed on the ground, and Bishop Miller lost part of his combat effectiveness, then he emerged from the invisible state, his bracelet turned into a long blade, and he slashed at the opponent with a knife.
At the same time, three Mandated Punishers also rushed into the cave exit. They quickly judged the situation in the cave. Captain Dodge raised his hand and fired a shot, knocking down a hooded cultist next to the altar. The bald man holding "Lightning Staff" summoned a slender lightning bolt. It was different from the thick thunder when used outdoors, but shot directly at the nearest cultist.
Snap——
When the lightning struck the target and burned it to black, Bishop Miller also narrowly escaped Angel's sneak attack. He avoided an important part of the torso, but there was a deep bone-visible scar on his left arm. Blood spurted out and fell on the "Weather God" altar where he was preparing to sacrifice.
The pain made his dark red eyes shine, and strong winds surged out from under him again, blowing in all directions, causing Angel to retreat temporarily, and at the same time extinguished the candles next to the altar.
The cave suddenly became dark.
This is more beneficial to me and the Mandated Punisherss... Angel smiled secretly and chased after him despite the strong wind. He slashed with his sword, but was dodged again by the dexterous Bishop Miller.
He can also see in the dark?
Angel reacted and no longer tried to fight at close range. Instead, she quickly summoned strands of invisible threads and wrapped them around Miller. She knew that "Sailor" Pathway had some kind of means that could explode with huge power, but even if it could hold him back for a second or two, it would be enough.
Swish——
The silk thread wrapped around Miller's body, leaving traces on his dark blue bishop's robe.
"For God, cough, give everything!"
The cult leader suddenly shouted loudly, and his body under the bishop's robes swelled up like it was inflated, almost making Angel think that he was about to use his own flesh and blood as a bomb like "Rose Bishop" to kill everyone present.
But in the next moment, the cultists beside the altar who were charred by electricity, knocked down by bullets, and suffocated by pneumonia simultaneously shouted, stretched out their hands, grabbed their heads, and pulled them up as if controlled by an external force, tearing off their heads.
They are all connected to a bloody esophagus, slowly floating in the air.