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Chapter 300 The evil god you worship is me?
Limping, one in front and one behind.

Zhuang Boshi and Zhao Yingkong followed the cultists and came to a door.

In fact, to say that this thing is a door is a bit biased.

Several tattered wooden boards were nailed together, making a creaking sound, as if they would fall down at the slightest wind.

"Is this their gathering point?" Zhao Yingkong's hoarse voice sounded.

"That's right." Zhuang Boshi replied in the same hoarse voice.

He could clearly see that behind the door, there was a deep corridor, and at the deepest part was a man-made space, which was very secretive. It seemed to be an underground dueling arena built by the nobles of Gondor.

Strange and evil witchcraft shrouds the underground space, blocking outside investigation.

"It seems that even in the City of the Dead, cultists are targets of attack." Zhuang Boshi laughed strangely.

"Chaos. Hehe."

They built such a secret gathering place, but acted without any scruples.

It seems to be guarding against the real master of this city, the corpse king on the throne and the sleeping souls.

Zhuang Boshi quietly dealt with the zombie guards at the door.

When the two men slowly pushed open the heavy door, the door hinges made a teeth-grinding creaking sound, like the groan of a long-sleeping monster waking up from a nightmare.

A twisted and irregular building passage appeared before their eyes, revealing a weirdness that defied common sense.

"Why do we have to look for the Ring here?" Zhao Yingkong suddenly asked, "Why don't we just go up and kill the Corpse King, and then turn this city upside down?"

"Whether it's Aragorn or Sauron, they're just claws of Chaos Fang," Zhuang Boshi replied. "Our real enemy is still watching from the sky."

"If we flip the table, they might flip the table too."

"If they perform a blood sacrifice on the entire city and draw in the power of the evil god, then we'll end up losing more than we gain."

"Without cutting off the root, there is no way to stop the evil god." Zhuang Boshi sighed.

"Otherwise, even if we broke into Gondor and Mordor and killed the Dark Lord Sauron and the Dead King Aragorn."

"It only temporarily halts the invasion of Chaos. They can choose other targets as minions."

The disgusting thing about chaos is that you can block it once, twice, or even a hundred times, but chaos only needs to penetrate you once.

Moreover, Chaos is located in the highest heaven, which is a real place of chaos and an intelligence black box.

He can hit you, but you can't hit him. It's disgusting.

"Okay, I just feel dirty." Zhao Yingkong sighed and transformed again into a big rat that can be seen everywhere in this city.

"I can only say that the evil god's taste is so low." Zhuang Boshi also complained and transformed into a small bat.

They moved quickly through the corridor, feeling an increasingly strong sense of being on edge, as if countless pairs of cold, resentful eyes were peering at them from dark corners on all sides.

Fortunately, in a place filled with decay and evil, there is never a shortage of bats and rats.

The two passed several undead sentries without attracting any attention.

At the end of the corridor is a strange and creepy space.

In the pitch-black room, a disgusting and foul odor hit the nose. The smell was like countless rotting corpses fermenting in a dark and damp corner, a mixture of blood, filth and decay, drilling straight into the nasal cavity and making people dizzy.

Just now, those cultists had brutally ripped open the animal's belly, leaving its internal organs scattered all over the floor, and its intestines were wrapped around the base of the evil statue like twisted ropes.

Blood flowed and gathered into irregular puddles on the ground, emitting a strong bloody smell.

Zhuang Boshi hung upside down on the roof and discovered that this group of cultists was mixed with the living and the dead.

The skin of the living dead is a disgusting bluish-gray color, as if all the vitality of life has been drained away, leaving only a shell wandering the world.

The survivors were all very thin, but their eyes were full of fanaticism and awe. They processed the internal organs of their own kind, put them in their mouths and gnawed them, their expressions looking particularly distorted in the darkness.

For a moment, Zhuang Boshi couldn't tell which one was more terrifying, the living or the dead.

Normally, the living and the undead should be two groups that are incompatible with each other, but at this moment, they are all prostrating themselves on the ground respectfully, worshiping the huge and strange statue in the center of the room.

The statue stood in the center of the room, its main body a man whose face was difficult to discern. He was tall, and a strange, almost invisible mist lingered around him, making his entire image even more blurred.

But he actually had two heads, and on one of them, there was something like strange glasses, which completely covered his eyes.

The glasses emitted a faint dark light, as if they had life, flickering faintly, and were filled with an evil sense of indifference.

The other head was the embodiment of a nightmare. It was densely packed with eyes, their pupils emitting an eerie hue, as if peering at everything in the world from different angles.

Zhuang Boshi's heart suddenly skipped a beat when he saw the statue.

Chu Xuan!

Why does the head on the left look so much like Chu Xuan!
Chu Xuan was actually being worshipped as an evil god by the cultists?

But what does the head with many eyes on the right represent?
Chu Xuan’s inner demon?
Or is it the true form of the evil god's followers?
This scene is weird no matter how you look at it.

Zhuang Boshi naturally wouldn't think that this was a statue made out of boredom by cultists.

In this chaotic world, any symbol has a meaning and represents a certain ritual.

Of course, Chu Xuan couldn't leave such a strange statue here.

This must be the work of the evil god.

It seems like this is the right place!
However, this is definitely not the most core space.

Zhuang Boshi hung upside down on the beam, and with a sweep of the real vision of the Eye of Horus, he discovered that there was a hidden space behind the wall.

So he let Zhao Yingkong find a gap and crawl in, while he teleported in through the cursed doll on Zhao Yingkong's body.

The innermost room, apart from housing a statue that was a smaller version of the one outside, was much more normal.

A living dead man was lying on the ground, speaking respectfully to a man in a black robe.

"Master Priest, the number of live animals this month has decreased by another 10%."

"Moreover, the Black Death Army seems to be very dissatisfied with our actions." said a zombie with tattoos on his face.

The man he called the chief priest did not answer immediately.

Although his skin was wrinkled, it had the complexion of a living person, not the pale, corpse-spotted skin of a living dead person.

Most of the living were thin and short due to famine and oppression from the upper class. Although he was old, he was very tall.

He knelt on the ground with his eyes closed, his hands crossed in front of his chest, and was now kneeling devoutly in front of a strange statue and praying.

"Official." The living dead hesitated and called out softly.

The officiant opened his eyes and stood up.

"Why?" Compared to the voice of the living dead, his voice sounded more like that of a deceased person.

No emotion, no fluctuation.

The living dead themselves have very weak emotions, but they can feel a strong sense of oppression from the living in front of them.

"They discovered that we were taking our followers to the Misty Mountains to perform a ceremony."

"Right now, every faction in this city is vying for living animals."

The officiant sighed.

"People are always like this," the officiant said slowly, "God's grace should be distributed equally to everyone."

"But those minions of the Corpse King are always self-righteous."

"If it weren't for the gods' grace, the Corpse King would have long since become a pile of dry bones."

The living dead lowered his head. He did not dare to answer the high priest. Whether it was the corpse king or the gods, they were not people he could talk about.

"Send someone to the lowest level tomorrow to collect some more sacrifices."

"I will be leaving the city tomorrow. Many church matters will be handled according to past practices."

The priest waved his hand slowly.

"Also, don't let those creatures in the basement die so quickly."

"We must find out who is spreading rumors about the Lord of the Rings!"

"I will personally make the mastermind behind the scenes understand what a precious treasure God has given us."

He stopped talking and stared at the living dead in silence. His gaze was like a blade, coldly scraping through the man's bones and making him tremble uncontrollably.

"I understand, I understand." The living dead became more respectful.

Finally, pray facing the statue again.

"Also, don't disturb me at night anymore. This is my prayer time."

No answer, no reply.

The officiant frowned slightly and turned his head slowly: "Didn't I teach you?" "Should-"

"Are you pious, Officiant?"

A voice suddenly rang out, followed by the dull sound of flesh being torn.

The officiant did not answer; he had seen what had happened.

There were only a few candles burning quietly near the statue in the room.

Their tiny light is not enough to dispel the darkness.

In the darkness, there was a human being whose face could not be seen clearly, and in front of him lay the headless corpse of the living dead.

He looked at himself, and in the darkness, there were only a pair of blue eyes.

"Do you know which god we are praying to now?"

"Of course I know." The officiant did not seem panicked, he spoke softly.

"And you, sir? You came to God's territory late at night. Did you want to pray to God?"

"Oh pray?"

A low laugh.

"I do have two things I want to discuss with you."

"First of all, I just asked you where this god behind you came from."

The officiant took a step back and remained silent.

"Second, hand over the animals you capture to me. I will also find the person who spread the rumors about the Lord of the Rings."

The officiant gently raised his hand and placed it on the altar behind him.

Then he said, "From your description, I guess you are from the Lonely Mountain in the north, seeking information about the Lord of the Rings?"

"Officiant, my patience is limited. I really don't have time to play conversation games with you."

The blue eyes in the darkness showed impatience.

"Two questions, please answer them."

"Don't force me to resort to other means. After all, you are still alive."

"Instead of this living dead who don't know fear or pain."

The man casually threw his head aside and said, "Let me repeat, does the god you pray to really exist?"

The officiant was silent, then said, "Nature also exists."

“If God really exists, why doesn’t He, who is omniscient and omnipotent, send down thunder to punish us?” the man asked curiously.

"Because He has mercy on us," the priest said calmly.

"He wants us to return to the right path, not to destroy our flesh."

"You're not as religious as you appear."

A low laugh was heard in the darkness, and a bag of luggage was thrown out, with some clothes and food scattered inside.

"Since you believe in God, why do you want to leave?"

The chief priest said nothing. He had received divine revelation that the evil god was coming.

He was scared and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

The figure in the darkness took a step forward, and the chief priest finally got a clear look at his entire appearance.

Black hair, blue eyes, and mysterious vertical lines on his forehead.

The first time he saw him, the chief priest's heart began to beat wildly.

Why does it look so familiar!
Zhuang Boshi decided not to dwell on the previous topic: "When did you start worshipping him?"

After seeing the man, the officiant decided to speak: "Sixty years ago, my grandfather received a revelation from God. He predicted the coming of the gods."

"But no one believed him at the time. They just thought he was a terrified lunatic."

The chief priest said calmly, "Until the day the Corpse King awakens, the gods will truly bestow their grace."

"Teach us teachings and grant us power."

"I understand." Zhuang Boshi nodded.

"One last question, who is your grandfather?"

The officiant was silent for a moment, then finally said, "Huck."

"Huck Grint."

Zhuang Boshi was silent for a moment, then said slowly in a strange tone, "How do you prove it?"

"I remember the Grint family, with their unique tattoos."

The officiant raised his hand gloomily and unbuttoned his robe.

He slowly took off the heavy and solemn black robe and threw it onto the bulletin board beside him.

The body beneath the robe was covered with scars.

On his chest, he had a tattoo of a goat's head.

A very familiar tattoo.

Zhuang Boshi's eyes darkened, and he could hardly hold back his outrageous urge to grab grass.

really!

I said so!
The boastful Gondor knight who was "arrogant at first but respectful later" whom he met in Mordor, and the bearded man who was rescued by him and led to the temple and ran away at night.

What a small world!

Zhuang Boshi also instantly understood why the statue outside gave him a sense of déjà vu.

An avatar of Chu Xuan.

Another head with so many eyes, the feelings are mine!
Zhuang Boshi didn't know what expression to use to respond.

Although sixty or seventy years have passed in this world, Zhuang Boshi had just witnessed the face-changing skills of Gondor's Vanguard Knights last month.

The Gondorian knight Hake, who was rescued in Mordor, unexpectedly became the founder of this evil cult.

The unfortunate Harker must have been imprinted with some of the power of the High Heaven while escaping from Mordor.

He ran back to Gondor half mad and half stupid, and realized what great catastrophe might happen next.

So he worshipped himself and Chu Xuan as saviors.

Unfortunately, no matter what purpose Hake had in establishing this sect, it has changed by now.

This place has been infected by evil gods and is filled with the smell of blood and corruption.

Even the statues of him and Chu Xuan became carriers of a great demon in the Supreme Heaven, and might well become the conceptual channel connecting the two of them.

Who knows if Jianqi added any ingredients?
If they hadn't taken the genetic lock route, proving their truth with force, and being the only one in the universe, they wouldn't have cared much about astrology, concepts, or meanings.

If we switch to a god who follows the path of belief in gods, he might be contaminated by evil gods.

What a sin.
Seeing that the man in front of him fell silent, wondering what he was thinking about, the officiant placed his hands on the altar and turned them slightly.

But the next moment, an icy cold, invisible dagger was pressed against his throat.

"How about killing him?" A cold female voice came from behind.

Zhuang Boshi glanced at the officiating priest and said casually, "I have a history with his grandfather, and he has helped us before."

"Then give this grandson——"

"Just leave the body intact."

puff-

An invisible dagger pierced through the priest's chest.

A look of surprise flashed across his face.

Zhuang Boshi smiled and said, "After worshipping for so long, you should be satisfied to be executed by God himself."

"The pious Hackett."

Before he could react to what this meant, the priest's consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

　Hake appears in Chapter 158, "Clues to the Temple," as a captured slave with a goat head tattoo on his chest.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)