Nightmare Light

Chapter 299 The Strange Blood Cultist
Amidst shouts, footsteps sounded.

Amidst the wary gazes of the crowd, a group of Blood Cultists charged out, shouting.

They wore black and red cult robes, and their faces still bore the grotesque and twisted markings. At first glance, they seemed no different from the cultists we had seen before, but upon closer inspection, the differences became clear.

This group of cult members shortened their Blood Cult robes and wore bulletproof vests over them. Only two of them carried the robes and other items; the rest were armed with firearms.

"Invaders! Engage them!"

"Meet the enemy!"

They rushed towards Lin Wang and his group, and in the process, they opened fire on them.

"What's going on? Why have these cultists suddenly changed their style!" Tian Taozi exclaimed, holding a grenade in her hand. But after hesitating for a moment, she put the grenade away, took out her gun again, and pulled the trigger at the other party.

A large ball of blue light flashed on Cang's tentacles as it shouted, "Knowledge is power!"

After saying that, he raised his tentacles high towards the cultists.

At that moment, Lin Wang suddenly had an idea and called out to Him, "Don't attack yet! I feel that these cultists are still conscious! I want to try to communicate with them!"

The next second, a grenade rolled to his feet and exploded with a bang—the moment it exploded, the grenade was frozen in a block of ice, turning into a very beautiful ice sculpture that still held the flash of the explosion.

Lin Wang looked at the ice sculpture and his lips twitched.

"Forget it, let's just knock him out first."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cang rushed over with a whoosh, followed closely by the others.

Those cultists were very fierce, but their strength was limited.

Faced with a powerful team consisting of two retired monarch-level gods, a northerner whose strength was no less than that of a god, a loud-mouthed sheriff, and a cowardly mercenary, these seven or eight cultists were all taken down in a single encounter.

Only one cultist remained, dressed in a short black and red robe and holding a black and red scepter, looking at the uninvited guests with a mixture of fear and trepidation.

He staggered back a few steps, but accidentally tripped over his fallen companion and fell to the ground.

The tall northerner walked toward him, his body blocking the light from the roof and casting a shadow on the cultist's face.

"Are you the team leader? Tell me, what happened here?"

The cultist's face remained terrified for a few seconds, then he suddenly gritted his teeth and jabbed his cane into his temple: "Madman! You can't create illusions in my head! Even if you are one of us..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Wang flicked his finger at him, and a small cluster of icy snowflakes exploded on the cultist's face, the chill instantly making the cultist shiver.

"Are you awake?" Lin Wang asked him.

The cultist was initially taken aback, but then his expression became increasingly interesting: "Wait, you're not hallucinating?"

"Why do you think we're hallucinating?" Lin Wang asked.

“Because…” the cultist hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, “Something terrible has happened here; many people have fallen into hallucinations…”

Then he looked at Lin Wang and his companions: "You guys look... strange."

"Tall northerners, tall... northern women? Blustering women, cowardly mercenaries, and ugly brains... Any normal person seeing you would think they're hallucinating." "Wait! Did you offend me?! You've offended the Lord of Knowledge!" Cang roared in fury, coiling his tentacles and flexing his biceps. "What do you mean by ugly brains! I have the most perfect form!"

"You are the Lord of Knowledge?! The God of Literature?" The cultist was shocked. "How did you become so ugly... how did you become like this!"

Lin Wang interrupted the cultist and Cang's conversation: "Now is not the time to ask questions—what exactly happened here?"

The cultist snapped out of his daze and snapped back to reality.

He took a deep breath, his expression extremely complicated, and said to everyone in a somber tone, "We... have gotten ourselves into a huge mess."

The middle-aged cult member stood up and said with an extremely serious expression, "Gentlemen, although I am very willing to tell you the whole story, there is something more important now—you should run away, run as far away as possible."

His voice trembled slightly: "The Divine Blood Cult...we have caused a huge problem, and this problem is out of control."

“Run, don’t come back to this place… unless, unless you find a truly powerful being capable of solving this problem,” the middle-aged cultist said. “We will find a way to destroy this entrance and leave this disaster in this ruin.”

Lin Wang took a step forward and stared into the eyes of the cultist: "The one to my left is Lord of the Mountains; the one to my right... is Lord of Literature."

"If even these two can't solve the problem, do you think anyone else in the world can?"

Lin Wang's strength is no weaker than these two, but the cultist is unaware of this, so in this situation, it's more effective to use their influence.

Qianlan and Cang also took a step forward at just the right moment, following Lin Wang's words.

A heavy, mountain-like aura emanated from Qianlan, accompanied by endless starlight.

Behind Cang, a large patch of blue light flickered in and out of sight. The light seemed to contain boundless knowledge, making one's mind clear and even subtly enhancing one's comprehension.

The cultist stared blankly at everything before him. After a few seconds, he swallowed hard: "If it were you... maybe, maybe it would work!"

He suddenly became agitated: "In that case, come with me! I'll tell you what happened on the way!"

Then he added, "Please don't be too surprised by what happens next."

Lin Wang and his companions exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

He flicked a white flame at Tian Taozi and Dog Brother. Then, the group followed the cultist's footsteps, heading deeper into the mysterious research facility of the Divine Blood Cult.

On their way forward, the cultist (whose companions remained unconscious, though the middle-aged cultist had left them a letter) told the crowd, “We…the Blood Cult, have always wanted to…save this world.”

"All cult lunatics, not just you, but other cults too, all claim to want to save the world," Tian Taozi snorted.

"You're right." The cultist gave a wry smile, then shook his head, without refuting Tian Taozi's words.

He continued, "The Divine Blood Cult knows that in the ancient times of this world, a terrible war took place at the level of the gods—in that war, almost all the gods died and perished, and those who were lucky enough to survive were mostly corrupted and defiled..."

Lin Wang and his companions remained silent—those present had all heard some of this history, even Tian Taozi, who knew a little about it because she was close to Lin Wang.

The next second, the middle-aged cultist uttered a statement that shocked everyone: "The Divine Blood Cult wants to create a pure and unblemished divine blood, and then use this divine blood to create a pure and unpolluted god!"

(End of this chapter)