Chapter 262 The Revenge Madman (please vote!)
Yellow Iron City.
A group of luxury villas in the city center.
At night, one of the villas was brightly lit, and people were moving around in the courtyard, as if they were having some kind of party. It was very lively.
The owner of this villa is a famous iron ore businessman named Yaerlin in Huangtie City. He has many friends and has good relations with many members of the city council.
Mr. Yaerlin held a celebration banquet today because he concluded a big business and reached an agreement with the imperial military. The two parties will conduct trade activities for three years with iron ore as the main commodity.
Although the main reason is that the two countries are at war and the military needs a large amount of iron ore smelting equipment, for Yaerlin, the reason is not important at all, as long as it can make money.
To this end, the owner of the villa, Yaerlin, invited many nobles, celebrities, business and government officials to have a barbecue party in the courtyard.
Young and beautiful women were walking around among the big shots, their coquettish smiles accompanied the men's conversations, presenting a scene of intoxication and wealth.
At this time, Yaerlin used the bathroom as an excuse to temporarily escape from everyone's sight and entered the basement.
An iron ore businessman is only his superficial identity, but secretly, he is also a fanatical believer in the Chrysalis of the End.
Today's party is just a disguise to cover up the public's eyes. The purpose is to provide an opportunity for a meeting between the top echelons of the Esoteric Cult and the monks of the Red Apple Church.
The carefully designed basement is a temporary stronghold for the Chrysalis of the End. It is spacious and bright, even larger than the living room of the villa on the surface.
The thick walls are nailed with special wood and have excellent sound insulation effect.
The basement is filled with bookshelves, all of which are books related to occultism, as well as collections unique to esotericism.
In the center, surrounded by bookshelves, are four long sofas and a high-end round table.
At this moment, three senior members of the Secret Cult and two leaders of the Red Apple Church were sitting.
The two sides sat opposite each other, and behind the sofa were their respective subordinates.
"Master Priest, everything above is normal."
Arlin came behind the three middle-aged men and women, bowed and said.
"Well, we can rest assured that you can do your job, but don't stay here for too long, so as not to arouse unnecessary suspicion."
A one-eyed man said calmly.
"Yes, I know."
Arlin replied.
The leader of the Red Apple Church is named Gallup. He wears ordinary crimson monk robes, and his fair face looks more like a scholar.
At this time Gallup said:
"Mr. Hogan, can we speed up the progress of our plan? Oh, I'm sorry. It's not that we are impatient... but now that the church has been targeted by the authorities, the power of various regions has been suppressed."
He paused and shrugged.
"And there is also a madman who murders the club. He has been hunting down church clergy recently. He even accidentally smelled traces of our team..."
"I know, of course we know."
The one-eyed man named Hogan grinned.
He picked up the wine glass and took a sip. The red and viscous liquid inside was more like some kind of drink mixed with blood.
"There has been too much commotion in your church recently. I'm afraid no one in the entire empire doesn't know about it... Of course, I don't know if it's prestigious or not, but it's definitely not a good reputation."
Hogan scoffed.
A female senior eunuch sitting next to him said coldly:
"The quantity of mysterious substances and sunset chrysanthemums is too small to arrange a continuous prayer ceremony, so the plan can only be postponed later."
Gallup, the monk from the Red Apple Church, pondered for a moment.
"We are very sincere. This time we not only brought the high-sequence flesh and blood materials that your esoteric religion desires, but also the lost knowledge of sanctification rituals...
Could it be that the Chrysalis of the End has fallen into a situation where it cannot even assemble basic prayer ritual materials? ”
The expressions of the three top secret sect officials turned ugly.
Although they and the Red Apple Church took the same path, they did not deal with it.
Recently, the Red Apple Church has been sentenced by the Sun Royal Family and has been officially deprived of its name as the Church of the Righteous God. However, as one of the seven major churches of the Righteous God in the past, its heritage is indeed several levels higher than that of the Chrysalis of the End.
Now that the other party had secretly ridiculed them and revealed their pain points, they felt a little depressed.
At this moment, a member of the Secret Cult of the Chrysalis of the End quietly came to the basement, strode towards the three senior executives, and whispered a few words in a low voice.
As a mid-level extraordinary person, Gallup overheard what the other party said word for word.
He chuckled softly, looked at the top echelons of the esoteric sect whose expression became increasingly ugly, and said:
"It seems that your secret sect has been having a hard time recently... five members died one after another in one day, and a small stronghold was even taken away from them."
"It's rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, Mr. Gallup."
One-eyed Hogan said calmly.
"And maybe it was the lunatic your church provoked who did it..."
His last words were gritted.
Upon seeing this, Gallup and his other companion looked at each other and smiled.
People are always like this. If they are unlucky, they will feel depressed, but as long as someone is as unlucky as themselves, they will get comfort.
"Mr. Hogan, let me speak frankly, as a way of expressing deeper sincerity..."
Gallup put away his smile and became serious.
The three top secret cult leaders headed by Hogan frowned slightly, not knowing what the other party was going to say.
"This time, we came to cooperate with the Esoteric Cult on behalf of Archbishop Rafa. What we did was nothing more than Lord Rafa. He wanted to have a conversation with Ms. Dim in person."
Gallup said as he unbuttoned his robe and exposed his chest.
Hogan and others' expressions changed slightly.
On the opponent's chest, there is a human face with closed eyes.
The facial features are deep, seductive and handsome, and it is the face of Archbishop Rafa of the Red Apple Church.
"You are actually... willing to serve as a descending vessel for the church's top leaders?!"
Hogan's eyes twitched slightly, he didn't expect the monks from the Red Apple Church to be so crazy.
Gallup closed his robe, with a calm expression on his fair face.
"Making a little sacrifice for Lord Rafa is nothing at all... As long as my body can provide him with enough convenience."
Whether the incarnation of a high-sequence extraordinary person has an exact container or not, the amount of power it can carry is completely different.
Just like the current Gallup, he gave his body to Rafa as an avatar container, which is several levels more powerful than the avatar directly created by Rafa.
"So in order not to disappoint Mr. Rafa, we will kill the Murder Club killers who are following us, and we will also remove the intruders for you... I just hope that you can prepare what is needed for the ceremony as soon as possible..."
Gallup said.
Hogan and the others took a deep breath and finally nodded.
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Yellow Iron City.
Under a dark stone bridge.
With a pop, the sharp blade was pulled out of the body, splattering a handful of blood.
Drinker played with the dagger, lit a cigarette for himself, leaned against the wall under the bridge, and started smoking.
Amidst the smoke.
He looked at the three corpses on the ground and sneered.
"The Chrysalis of the End... I didn't expect to get together with the Red Apple Church."
Drinker was smoking a cigarette, and through the smoke, he suddenly recalled his life.
After he was originally a nobleman, although his family was in some decline, his father's baronetcy and the wealth accumulated by his ancestors were enough for him to live a prosperous life.
But a disaster that happened when he was young shattered all the peace.
Unfortunately, Drink's family was involved in a conspiracy and was robbed of their property by a strange Sequence 8 transcendent.
The man brutally murdered his parents.
He even humiliated, killed and finally devoured his brothers and sisters one by one in front of him.
If the investigators from the shelter hadn't arrived in time and scared away the murderer, he might not have been able to escape even though he was hiding in the closet.
However, this also caused serious psychological trauma to him.
Young Drinker vowed to take revenge on the supernatural being.
Later, through his father's connections and friends, he learned about the mysterious and came into contact with the extraordinary. After several years of exploration and research, he finally got a chance to become a transcendent.
As for the traces of that enemy, he also found some traces over the years.
That man was actually a monk from the local Red Apple Church!
What the other party did was just for a promotion ceremony, and the family property and wealth were just incidental additions.
After that man committed evil, not only was he not punished, but he was promoted throughout the church and became the most powerful priest in the local church.
Whenever he saw that guy, Drinker seemed to hear the wails of his parents, brothers and sisters.
At that moment, he deeply understood that in his eyes, ordinary people were nothing more than qualifications for promotion and delicious fruits picked at will.
The empire's connivance and the asylum's incompetence made Drinker furious.
He hid and trudged hard on the route, and finally killed his enemy when he was twenty-five years old.
After nearly ten years, he finally completed his revenge, but his enemy laughed at him before he died, saying that what happened to his family was just a result of the orders of the church's top leaders, and they were just one of the countless victims.
Drinker fled in panic.
He didn't feel the pleasure of revenge at all, only deep coldness and anger.
He was also wanted by the Red Apple Church for murdering the priest of the Red Apple Church.
After several years on the run, perhaps destiny played a trick on him and allowed him to successfully join the Murder Club and gain asylum.
The flame of revenge has not yet subsided, and Drinker has been waiting for the opportunity to take revenge on the Red Apple Church. This church, which is glamorous on the surface but cruel and evil behind the scenes, is the real culprit!
Now, Drinker has finally waited for this day.
The Red Apple Church set off a turmoil that spread throughout the empire, and they became the target of everyone shouting for beatings.
Although the empire was distracted by the Anlong United Kingdom in the west, the other six orthodox churches also sent extraordinary forces to encircle and suppress the Red Apple Church.
Drinker spontaneously participated in this hunting operation against the Red Apple Church.
But he was alone.
His only companions were the short sword in his hand and the Balague necklace on his chest.
"Man, although I don't like you, but this time, only you will fight with me... Even if my body falls apart, please support me and keep fighting."
Drinker played with the ferocious necklace hanging under his neck and said quietly.
Balague's necklace began to squirm on its own, and the "iron wire balls" filled with spikes began to spread along his neck and chest, towards his limbs and head.
Finally, it covers the whole body.
Drink turned into a rusty knight, dragging his hideous barbed armor and slowly walked forward.
Disappeared under the moonlight. (End of chapter)