Corpse Ghost God Cult: Demonized Fanatic Believer Boss!

The road ahead became much smoother.

Most of the Zombie Demons they encountered along the way were ordinary monsters around level six.

With the Cyan Radiance Ring's attack boost and the enhancement of Fourth-Tier Basic Swordsmanship, Molly cut through them as easily as slicing vegetables.

She killed one with every swing, her movements crisp and efficient.

Each time she killed a Zombie Demon, she kept an eye out for the purple-black fragments it dropped.

However, the drop rate seemed quite low.

She killed three Zombie Demons in a row before spotting a familiar purple-black fragment beside the third corpse.

"One drop for every three kills? That's a pretty low drop rate."

Molly clicked her tongue, but she was not too disappointed.

After all, the Cyan Radiance Ring had already given her a huge surprise earlier.

She continued deeper inside. There were more and more Zombie Demons along the way, but none posed any threat to her.

Her Basic Swordsmanship proficiency also rose steadily.

[Fourth-Tier Basic Swordsmanship: 550/10000]

After walking for who knew how long, the fog ahead gradually thinned, and a massive iron gate appeared before her.

It was a rust-covered iron gate over two meters tall, with a heavy padlock hanging from it.

Faintly, she could hear two people talking beyond the gate.

One voice was cool and resolute, carrying an unquestionable firmness. It belonged to a mature woman.

The other was hoarse, filled with resentment and madness. It belonged to a middle-aged man.

Molly stopped, held her breath, and quietly moved beside the iron gate to listen.

At the same time, she activated the Warrior's Breathing Technique, concealing her presence to the utmost degree to avoid being discovered by the people inside.

In the clearing beyond the gate, a magical girl in a golden dress floated in midair.

Her long golden hair drifted in the wind, accentuating the delicate curves of her body.

Her exquisite, goddess-like face was covered in frost.

Her dazzling, star-like eyes gleamed with holy golden light, inspiring involuntary reverence and leaving no one daring to profane her.

She held a golden spellbook in her fair hands. Its pages turned without wind, emitting a faint golden glow.

Opposite her stood a middle-aged man.

The man wore a white lab coat. Half of his body had already turned into a zombie, covered in purple-black scales.

The other half still looked human, though his face carried an unhealthy flush.

"Magical girl Golden Yellow, why must you go this far?"

The middle-aged man sneered, his voice hoarse.

"You and I have no old grudges or recent enmity. I only wanted to save my mother, so why do you insist on pushing me so hard?"

"What would be wrong with letting me go?"

Golden Yellow?

Molly's heart stirred.

This magical girl in the golden dress was called Golden Yellow?

Golden Yellow's voice was as cold as ice.

"You manipulated the followers of the Corpse Ghoul God Cult, slaughtered innocents, and sacrificed those people alive to the Corpse Ghoul God, turning them into dried corpses!"

"Such evil is intolerable to heaven and earth! I will never spare you!"

Dried corpses?

Molly's pupils abruptly constricted, and turbulent waves rose in her heart.

She remembered!

The Dried-Corpse Murder Case that had been causing such an uproar in the news lately!

Those victims had died horribly. The blood and vital essence in their bodies had been drained dry, leaving behind nothing but dried corpses.

So these cases had all been this middle-aged man's doing!

Molly's gaze turned icy. She clenched the broken sword in her hand, unable to suppress the killing intent surging within her.

Upon hearing Golden Yellow's words, the middle-aged man seemed to have heard some enormous joke and suddenly threw back his head in laughter.

His laughter was shrill, thick with mockery.

"Intolerable to heaven and earth? Hahahaha! Heaven and earth? What kind of bullshit is that!"

He pointed to the zombified half of his body, his voice turning frenzied.

"My mother has cancer, late-stage cancer! The hospital said she wouldn't live past three months!"

"If Lord Corpse Ghoul God hadn't used divine power to extend her life, she would have died long ago!"

"I used to be a doctor too!"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly rose, edged with hysteria.

"How many people did I save? How many difficult diseases did I cure?"

"I spent the first half of my life doing good and building virtue. I never did a single bad thing!"

"Now, I only killed a few people to prolong my mother's life. Is that wrong too?!"

"Besides, how many people die in a natural disaster or a war? Compared to that, I'm practically merciful!"

Golden Yellow's willow-leaf brows knitted tightly, but her voice remained cold.

"What utter nonsense!"

"Sacrificing innocent lives to buy your mother a few more lingering breaths is not saving her. It is evil!"

"Evil?"

The middle-aged man sneered repeatedly, his eyes full of ridicule.

"This world is just that ironic!"

"A good person who spent the first half of his life doing good is condemned by thousands and hunted by so-called magical girls like you over a single bad deed!"

"Yet a bad person who spent the first half of his life committing evil will be praised to the skies and held up as an example of reform after doing just one good deed!"

His voice grew more and more agitated, and the flush on his face deepened.

"Is that fair?! Tell me, is that fair?!"

Golden Yellow wanted to say something else, but the middle-aged man abruptly cut her off.

"Words are useless!"

The middle-aged man's voice suddenly turned vicious.

"Originally, I had no intention of becoming your enemy, but you still came after me!"

"I truly wasn't your match outside just now! But here—"

He stretched out a hand and pointed toward a black statue behind him.

The statue was as tall as a person, carved in the image of a grotesque ghoul and radiating a dense evil aura.

"This is my home ground!"

A crazed smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

"With the power of the great Lord Corpse Ghoul God empowering me, you are no match for me!"

"I will defeat you, then sacrifice you to Lord Corpse Ghoul God!"

"I can feel it. The Lord is filled with desire for your body!"

"The Lord said that she wants you to become the holy maiden of our cult and serve her day and night!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed his hand against the ghoul statue.

"Bzz—"

The statue let out a dull hum, followed by dense black smoke erupting from within it.

Like living creatures, the black smoke swiftly burrowed into the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man's body began to tremble violently.

The scales on his zombified half grew thicker, while the human half of his body rapidly began to zombify as well.

His body slowly swelled, and his aura skyrocketed at a terrifying rate!

Molly's expression became grave to the extreme as her status panel automatically appeared.

[Corpse Ghoul God Cult: Demonized Fanatic Follower (BOSS)]

[Level: 15]

[Traits: Powerful Body, Extreme Speed, Corpse Energy Possession]

A level fifteen Boss!