Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 33 Faceless Cult and Fanatics

The western border of the Silian Theocracy
To the west of here is the vast desert governed by the Desert City, and further west is the Holy Kingdom, which had just suffered the catastrophe of the Demihuman Rebellion and has now become the Sorcerous Kingdom, or a vassal state of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.

Now, compared with the Holy Kingdom, the status of the Silian Theocracy cannot be said to be advancing rapidly, but it is on the verge of death.

The Sorcerer King Ainz Ooal Gown launched a war of destruction against the Silan Theocracy. Countless undead and alien troops entered the Silan Theocracy and began to kill.

The entire theocracy became a purgatory.

Under the current circumstances, no one in their right mind would come to the Silian Theocracy.

Of course, the premise is that the brain is normal.

Within the borders of the Theocracy, a unique team is advancing silently.

They were wearing black robes and white masks without any facial features. There were about twenty of them in total.

The dozens of undead beings that accompanied him further highlighted the extraordinary nature of his identity.

Although those were all low-level skeleton warriors, equipped only with broken armor and rusty weapons, those who dared to act openly with the undead were undoubtedly forces related to the Sorcerous Kingdom.

The Silian Theocracy was struck too early, and the Sorcerous Kingdom's attack was too swift, so most parts of the entire theocracy had not yet had time to decay.

Weeds have not yet grown, farmland has not been abandoned, and most of the houses in the villages along the way are intact.

It was already dark, and the black-robed group found a nearby village. As soon as they entered the village, the pigs and tied dogs inside immediately began to wail, begging for food.

These animals were all very thin, obviously having been starved for several days.

After searching carefully several times, they confirmed that there were no humans here.

It is not known whether all the people in the village died or fled, but it is more likely that they escaped.

Although the room was in a mess, most of the valuable things had been taken away. Fortunately, there was still a lot of food that could not be taken away.

The people in black robes took some of the food and killed a few lean pigs as additional meat.

One of them, a petite woman or a child in a black robe, let all the dogs in the village go and fed them some food.

The dogs were rubbing against him excitedly, making the man in black robe laugh happily, and it was indeed the voice of a young woman.

Later, because the pigs' squealing was too annoying, I fortunately threw some food to them. After all, the food would go bad if kept.

The men in black robes found the small church in the village, built a fire inside and started cooking.

The six sacred trees in the village were conveniently taken away and used as firewood. It must be said that the six sacred trees are indeed very durable.

After destroying the statues of the six gods, the men in black robes took out a palm-sized statue from their luggage.

It was a wooden statue, painted in color, depicting a skeleton in a black robe. The craftsmanship was rather crude but it was obvious that the carving was done with great care, and all the corners had been carefully polished.

The man in black robe carefully placed the skeleton statue on the altar of the original six gods and bowed twice respectfully.

Afterwards they sat together and one of them distributed food to everyone.

The food was white bread and pork stewed with beans, which was very delicious.

The black-robed people who received the food held the food in their hands, but no one started eating, and no one took off their masks. They waited until everyone had received the food before they put their hands together and prayed devoutly.

"Thank you, great and merciful Magic God, for giving us life and peace."

The black-robed leader recited a sentence first, and then the others followed him.

"Thank you, great and merciful Magic God, for giving us life and peace."

"Thank you, great and merciful Magic God, for giving us food and nectar."

“We will walk in your ways, spread your gospel, and make the earth like your kingdom.”

After the prayers, the black-robed people took off their masks and started eating.

The faces behind the masks are all ordinary humans, including men and women, old and young.

Their identities were obvious.

Currently, there is only one group in this world that openly worships the Undead King Ainz Ooal Gown as a true God.

They are the followers of the Faceless Men sect founded by Ninya Baraja of the Holy Kingdom.

After the war between the Sorcerous Kingdom and the Silian Theocracy, or rather, the Sorcerous Kingdom's unilateral massacre of the Silian Theocracy began.

A group of fanatical Faceless Men spontaneously formed a missionary team, crossed the desert and came to the Silian Theocracy to spread the "Gospel of the Sorcerer King."

The Desert City did not dare to stop these lunatics who believed in the Sorcerer King, and the troops of the Great Tomb of Nazarick also took the initiative to avoid these humans.

In the words of one guardian:

Although humans are just a group of stupid and lowly insects, those individuals among them who can recognize the greatness of the Supreme Being are at least worthy of being raised as pets.

The avoidance of the undead horde from the Great Tomb of Nazarick further convinced these fanatics that the Theocracy's fate was their own fault, and that the only way to be saved was to accept the Gospel of the Sorcerer King as soon as possible.

After a simple meal, the Faceless Men followers dispersed to check into the houses of the people, and before going to bed, they thanked the Sorcerer King for giving them beds and a good night's sleep.

They did not arrange for anyone to keep watch. Currently, the most powerful force in the Church was the army of the Magic Kingdom, and these troops would not harm them. As for other sporadic monsters, ordinary skeleton warriors were enough to deal with them.

So they can sleep peacefully every night even in the devastated land of the church.

But today, their night was destined to be restless.

Late at night, the skeleton soldiers tapped their weapons to signal that they had spotted their target.

The sleeping Faceless Men quickly put on their clothes and rushed out of the house.

The rhythm of the skeleton soldiers' beating is three long and one short, which represents the discovery of humans.

Soon they discovered that there were some humans hiding in the darkness across from them.

There were about ten of them, wearing armor and priest robes.

The leader was a blond man holding a sword in one hand and a staff in the other. He was wearing a dirty black priest robe and was looking at the Faceless Cultist who ran out in surprise.

"Comrades! Get away from these undead! I will protect you!"

"Summoning the second-tier angel!" With a loud shout from the man, a second-tier guardian angel (level approximately around level ten) was summoned by him.

"Everyone, hurry up, these are just low-level undead, as soon as possible!"

The man rushed towards the undead first with a resolute look.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

The leader of the Faceless Men, a man in his fifties, rushed to the front and stood between the man and the undead.

"What are you doing! Get out of the way!"

The man shouted sternly.

"They won't hurt us, they are all our family."

"what are you saying?!"

The rest of the people also rushed to the man at this time. They found it difficult to understand the faceless man's behavior.

"They are the blessings bestowed by the great Magic God. Life and death are ruled by the Magic God, so we do not need to fear the undead. They are the people of the Magic God just like us."

"What are you talking about? Death is clearly the domain of the Dark God among the six great gods... No! What is the Magic God you are talking about?"

The man subconsciously refuted the faceless man's words, then he suddenly reacted and looked at the faceless man standing in front of him with a wary and angry look.

The undead did not attack him, nor did they attack these humans who were also wearing black robes.

When the existence of the Magic God was mentioned, the Faceless Man immediately showed enthusiasm.

They sang loudly in an aria with their arms outstretched.

"The Magic God is the great king of the Magic Kingdom, the master of life and death, the merciful Ainz Ooal Gown!"

"mercy?"

The overly surreal scene before him caused the man's mind to go blank for a short period of time.

"Then why was the Kingdom massacred with eight million people, and why did the Theocracy have to suffer these sins?"

"Of course it's your fault!"

The Faceless Man shouted loudly without any hesitation:

"You are in trouble because you cannot recognize the greatness of the Magic God. If you can convert to the Magic God, you can cleanse your sins."

"Even, your majesty, the merciful magic god can redeem those stubborn people. The magic god controls life and death. They could not listen to the gospel during their lifetime, but they can be saved through death. What a great act of kindness!"

“Ahhh, praise His Majesty! Praise the Magician…”

Before he could finish his words, the man's sword had already swung down, directly splitting the Faceless Leader in half.

"Kill these insects!"

The man almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

The others didn't say anything else and immediately joined the battle.

Although these people were covered in dirt, they were all experienced warriors, including three magic chanters. The Faceless Cultists were all fanatical civilians, and the skeleton soldiers were just low-end undead, and were no match for them.

About ten minutes later, the last Faceless Man was pierced to death by the guardian angel's sword.

One of the soldiers rummaged through their bodies and found a book with a black cover. On it was written in gold-plated letters the words “The Holy Words of His Majesty the Sorcerer King”.

"What a blasphemy!"

The soldier dropped the book in his hand as if he had been burned by a red-hot iron.

"Let's go, it's not a good time to stay here."

"Priest Karlov, where are we going after we return?"

Another man in a priest's uniform said, "He looks very young, probably less than twenty years old."

Yes, where else can we go?

The priest called Karlov was stunned for a moment, recalling that during this period of time, he had been hiding from place to place with the people, avoiding the terrifying undead army of the Sorcerous Kingdom.

He considered taking his men to escape directly into the desert city, but the desert city, which was afraid of the Sorcerous Kingdom, suddenly sent a large number of troops to the border at this time.

However, the purpose of the desert cities was not to defend against the Sorcerer King. On the contrary, they were there to deal with refugees from the Theocracy.

Deeply fearing the power of the Sorcerer King, the desert city does not allow any citizens of the theocracy to escape across its borders, not even infants.

Karlov could only lead the people around.

In the past two days, he discovered that the number of troops of the Sorcerous Kingdom seemed to have suddenly decreased, and the low-level undead that were originally everywhere were almost gone.

In order to find out what was going on, he brought a dozen good men out to gather information, but he didn't expect to run into crazy people like the Faceless Men.

But the problem still remains unsolved. Karlov does not think that the retreat of the Sorcerous Kingdom troops has anything to do with these lunatics who worship the undead.

Something big must have happened.

"The traces we saw these two days, the footprints of the undead, showed that they all went in the same direction. We followed this direction and fell behind them."

"Isn't this too risky?"

"Yes, yes. People are fleeing quickly here, and there is still a lot of food. If we hide carefully, half a year won't be a problem."

"But what about half a year later?"

Priest Karlov said seriously:
"We have no idea when the undead will come. If they come back, we won't be able to survive. We can only hope for a miracle. We can only hope that the Black Scripture or a hero will cause trouble for the Sorcerous Kingdom and force them to withdraw."

"But even if that's the case, what can we do?"

The young priest continued to ask

"This way I can die with more dignity. May the six gods protect me."

Thanks to the Brave King GaoGaiGar for the reward.

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(End of this chapter)