diskusbooks Chapter 318 Revenge
Chapter 318 Revenge
Chapter 318 Revenge
South bank of the Akeron River.
Since the Church's defeat, the Acheron River has become an insurmountable natural barrier. The teleportation channel that Modi had deliberately preserved was immediately blocked by the Church to prevent the Blood God's invading army from using the channel.
Along the banks of the Acheron River, the church built numerous defensive fortifications, including bunkers and trenches, and laid a large minefield in front of them, so that anyone who approached would be blown to pieces.
Modi stood on the beach, using a rock wall to conceal himself, while secretly peeking out with binoculars to spy on the church's defenses from afar.
Behind the same rock face, besides him, four other people stood or stood, each with a different expression and demeanor.
Some stood ramrod straight with stern faces, while others leaned on their greatswords with their eyes closed, seemingly lost in thought.
Some people had tattoos and were chained up, sitting casually on the ground.
Finally, there was a painter with a cheerful expression, drawing scribbles on the ground with bright paint, looking focused and absorbed.
With Modi as the captain, they formed a typical Blood God Cult infiltration team.
"Boss, it's been so long, haven't you finished spying yet?" the trendy-looking tattooed man said casually, immediately provoking the dissatisfaction of the young man standing at attention next to him.
"Vinard, watch your tone and words when you talk to the captain!" The young man standing at attention had sharp eyes. "If I had my thumb on it, I could rip your tongue out just for that."
Vinard frowned, but before he could speak, the painter beside him clapped his hands and cheered, "It's finished! For this painting created with the waters of the River Styx, I give it... an A+!"
"Keep your voice down, Kui Kuiqi, we're still on the edge of the enemy's defensive line," the young man standing at attention snapped.
Vinard scoffed. "You're not scared, are you? Our fearless Mr. Danny?"
"No, I'm just worried that you guys will get in the way of the captain's plans," Danny said slowly. "Sharing the captain's burdens is the job of a good subordinate."
"Come on, if we're talking about who's changed the most since joining this infiltration team, it has to be you. I remember when you first came, you didn't dare say a word, afraid of having your tongue pulled out and your eyes gouged out."
"That's what the tattooed man, Vinard, said sarcastically."
"But right now, you're the one who talks the most, oh, and me too, all thanks to our kind and generous captain."
"Can I take this as you secretly flattering me?" the painter, Kui Kuiqi, asked curiously.
"Tch, why would I need to secretly flatter someone?" Vinard scoffed. "I always flatter openly and honestly."
Opening his eyes slightly to look at his companions who were making a ruckus, the white-robed swordsman, who had been silent all along, sighed and silently cast a concealment spell on the surroundings.
Their team consisted of elites selected from the Five Fingers, making them one of the top infiltration squads within the Blood God Cult.
The team had a relaxed atmosphere. The captain was unfathomable and had no airs. Over time, their relationship became more and more harmonious, and playful bickering was a common occurrence.
Lost in thought, the sword-wielding young man suddenly snapped back to reality, only to find three large faces looming close in front of him.
"...What are you doing?"
"Snap out of it? Mosbyk, what were you thinking about? Were you planning to go back to your hometown in the North and get married after this trip?" Vinard teased.
Quirky protested, "Don't put up such a dangerous sign!"
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"No, I was just thinking about something happy," Mosbic shook his head and added, "Besides, we index finger messengers rarely get married; it usually depends on the orders being issued."
"That's easy."
Modi put down his binoculars at some point, turned around and smiled, "I'll do a fortune telling for you another day to see if there's a suitable person of the opposite sex for you. I'll also write a letter to the court, and by then your orders will be coming down."
"Boss, you're talking in a language we don't understand again. Could it be that you're also from the Qiancang Realm?" Vinard asked, scratching his head.
"It's not the Qiancang Realm, but... never mind, just pretend I'm from Zhen Dan."
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Modi thought for a moment, then didn't offer any further explanation.
The ancient Indian name for China was Zhendan, which, although it overlaps with the Zhendan Empire of Edenity, is not wrong in a broad sense.
He clapped his hands and said, "Alright, everyone, I have a general understanding of the enemy's defensive layout. Now, it's time to carry out the tasks assigned by our superiors."
"Huh? Just with a telescope?" Kui Kuiqi raised an eyebrow.
Modi ignored his surprise and dumped all the enemy intelligence he had gathered on the four of them.
They intended to attack a position held by the Life Cult, to show them that shifting blame can sometimes backfire.
"Some time ago, someone used our name to attack some cities where our church was located. We initially suspect that it was done by a certain religious sect."
He glanced at the Life Cult camp not far away, the meaning of which was self-evident.
"Since they are using our name to carry out attacks, we certainly cannot let this opportunity pass. This time, we will destroy one of the Life Cult's strongholds and make them pay the price."
That old bastard, the Pope of Life, probably never imagined that just because of his own clever little scheme, he would have Modi create an alternate account to target him.
At the same time, ten infiltration squads were lying in ambush in various places, about to launch a surprise attack on the church's positions on the south bank, three of which were led by Mordy's trumpet.
Such Blood God Children exist not only within the enemy ranks, but also within the Blood God Cult itself.
According to Modi's own count, tens of thousands of Blood God Sons have infiltrated the Blood God Cult, scattered at various levels, doing various jobs.
"We cannot infiltrate the enemy camp using only spatial means; the church has already deployed spatial blocking devices."
"They also learned from their previous experience and set up a large area of space distortion along the shore, which is as solid as a rock and comparable to the Maginot Line."
Although they didn't know what he meant by the "Maginot Line," the four of them still understood what he meant.
"So, we can only infiltrate from the front?" Vinard frowned.
"No," Modi circled around the map, "Since it's the impregnable Maginot Line, we'll just go around it. I happen to know a secluded path."
As for who told him about this path, we have to mention an unknown member of the Ember Cult.
"Although we have a safer path, we still have to go through a minefield along the way. You'll be the one to rely on during that time, Mosbyk."
He looked at the swordsman standing to the side, who sighed helplessly.
"Captain, you're clearly very good at divination, so why do you need me to give you directions?"
In other words, the harmonious atmosphere within the team opened his heart. When he first joined, he was just like Danny, not very talkative, and his only response was "I will follow your instructions."
"Nonsense, what use are you guys if we have to trouble me, the team leader, with everything?"
As soon as Modi finished speaking, Danny chimed in, "The captain is right. As subordinates, we should share the captain's burdens."
Mosbek opened his mouth, wondering if the captain's kindness towards him was related to his father, Eris.
In a sense, his father was also a veteran of the Index Finger Clan, having guided His Majesty Styx before and knowing his own captain. It's normal for the captain to take care of him.
But he didn't ask that question until he started taking action.
"The instructions tell me we should go this way."
As soon as Mosbek finished speaking, Modi took the first step and walked down the path he had indicated, without any concern that he had given the wrong directions.
With the help of concealment spells and commands, the group crossed the minefield without incident, and were not discovered by any enemies along the way.
They hid in the hazy river mist of the night and silently walked the path that Pope Yu Huo had mentioned.
All five were extraordinary individuals, so traveling all night was not a problem for them.
The second half of the journey was uneventful, and the five of them quickly made their way to the vicinity of the Life Cult's camp.
"Let's do what we do best now," Mordy said.
Unlike the Cult of Life, they only cause trouble on a large scale, such as destroying enemy military positions or launching a fierce attack on enemy fortresses.
"onslaught!"
At a single command, a cloud of blood filled the air.
The five figures moved like ghosts, hidden in the blood mist, silently approaching the Life Cult's position.
It was midnight, and everyone except those on night watch were asleep.
It wasn't until the blood mist silently seeped into the night fog that the night watchmen realized the enemy had infiltrated their camp.
They screamed and tried everything to notify the others, but both their voices and magical connections were completely absorbed as they passed through the blood mist.
The only response they received was the infiltrator's sharp blade.
The blade sliced across the neck, a wisp of blood just beginning to bloom before quickly turning into a rising mist of blood.
Before the Night Watcher's corpse could fall, it was awakened by the evil power in the mist, staggered to its feet, and became part of the blood mist.
Many of the night watchmen and outer patrolmen died in the sudden first wave of attacks, while the survivors, after a brief period of panic, organized a resistance.
In the outer areas, in regions not yet engulfed by the blood mist, people began to notice this anomaly.
The soldiers, who should have been lost in their dreams, were awakened, quickly donned their gear, and organized a resistance under the commander's orders.
"It's Blood Mist! The Blood God Cult has attacked!"
"Where's the priest? Priest, quickly dispel the blood mist!"
"The priest is dead. Get the elemental flamethrowers and burn all that flesh and blood."
The fire elemental bound within the furnace was restless and, combined with the gel produced from slime, spewed out raging flames that mercilessly devoured the sea of blood and monsters rushing out in front of it.
"Gagaoyi"
The monstrous flesh and blood, engulfed in flames, howled in agony as its body swelled up like a balloon.
Upon seeing this, a veteran who had fought in the Battle of the Acheron River had his pupils dilate and cried out a warning: "Watch out! It's going to explode!"
As he spoke, he lunged toward the cover, tackling a raw recruit to the ground.
Bang!
Flaming flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and the impact knocked soldiers who couldn't dodge to the ground.
Those who were close were killed instantly, while those who were farther away were blown to pieces.
Even more deadly is that the flying flesh and blood did not lose their vitality. Even when on fire, they stubbornly pounced on the people around them, trying to parasitize and multiply.
Like some kind of signal, after the first aberration self-destructed, the remaining aberrations also screamed and burst out of the blood mist, their bodies expanding uncontrollably, and finally turning into dazzling fireworks in the night.
The camp was engulfed in flames, and the ground was covered with a carpet of flesh and bacteria; the second layer of vegetation had been completed.
"Ouch—that really hurts."
The veteran stood up and looked around. All he could see was red, both the crimson of fire and the scarlet of flesh and blood.
"Hey kid, can you even stand up?"
As he spoke, he reached out to the recruit who had been tackled and helped him up.
The new recruit looked anxious and confused. "What should we do now?"
"Now? Of course it's time to leave. Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want to join them, stick close to me."
The veteran pointed to the deformed creatures that were rising one after another from the fire.
The camp had fallen, and the blood mist was about to engulf the place. The commander had also lost contact at some point. All they could do was run for their lives.
"Ugh!"
A strange shriek came from afar, and a huge figure appeared and disappeared in the mist.
Upon seeing this, the veteran was startled and immediately ran in the opposite direction.
"Don't look at it! The flesh golem will prioritize attacking anyone who looks at it!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a beam of light shot from the flesh golem's single eye, sweeping across the camp on the other side.
"The new recruits were terrified and just instinctively followed the veterans closely."
Unbeknownst to them, two pairs of eyes had noticed them from the fog behind them.
"Should we kill him?"
"There's no need. Our mission is complete, and the church's reinforcements are about to arrive. Let's retreat now."
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"I'll listen to you, boss."
Vinard shrugged, his gold chain jingling.
He turned around and met the gaze of a priest who was fully armored and holding a mace.
"Oh, there are still some who slipped through the net." He clenched his fist, which was also wrapped in chains, and at the same time, the tattoos on his body glowed faintly.
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.heresy!"
Without needing to say more, the moment their eyes met, the battle began.
The fist, as big as a clay pot, slammed into the nail-headed hammer, and the moment they collided, a metallic clang erupted.
"That's a really hard mace." Vinard shook his fist; not even a scratch was broken.
The heavily armored priest was equally serious; the body of the person before him was the toughest he had ever seen.
This will likely be a tough battle.
The priest raised his mace, sacrificing life in exchange for death, and charged at Vinard once more.
Bang!
The sharp gunshot suddenly interrupted the duel, the priest's charge came to an abrupt halt, and his eyes widened in shock.
The heavy sword pierced the air, following closely behind.
The blunt sword slammed heavily into his armor, smashing it into his flesh.
Ahead, Vinard threw a powerful punch, his chained fist striking the priest squarely in the face, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible.
The final touch was the spell used by the quirky quirky.
The priest fell completely silent, and his body was transformed into part of the blood mist.
"What era are we living in? Still advocating for knightly duels?"
Vinard lowered his fist, shook off the bits of flesh that were stuck to it, and walked into the depths of the blood mist with his companions without looking back.
A few minutes later, the church's reinforcements arrived belatedly.
Looking at the camp shrouded in blood mist and fire, and the flesh golems destroying the minefield in the distance, the commander sighed, "Let's begin the cleanup."
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