Nightmare Light

Chapter 300 The Secret of the Blood Cult
The footsteps were hurried in the dimly lit underground facility of the Blood Cult.

On the surrounding walls, the Blood Cult used their blood techniques to install numerous metal plates, blood conduits, and runes on the rock.

Meanwhile, between these protective plates, conduits, and runes, there were also a large amount of twisted and swollen flesh, blood vessels, and proliferating tissue, as well as some indescribable limbs, trembling, twitching, and writhing.

The middle-aged cultist pushed aside a pale arm in front of his face and walked forward without looking back: "Be careful, these proliferating flesh and limbs are still reacting. If you're not careful, you'll get attacked. Two of my teammates died like that, suddenly dragged into the flesh and blood."

"What's with all this flesh and blood?" Lin Wang asked.

“This all started with what we’re doing right now,” the middle-aged cult member sighed.

In the dimly lit passageway, he began to tell the story—

"As you all know, this world has been almost without divine protection for the past hundred years—not to mention that stupid stone statue enshrined in the temple, it hardly responds to the words of any believer."

Lin Wang thought of the people in the temple and their attitude towards the goddess, pondered for a moment, and then remained silent.

"But this world is in danger—the war of the gods from back then has not ended. There is a lot of information and evidence that proves that the mad gods under the command of the Primordial Lord are still active in this world."

"Moreover—you are also well aware of that crack in the sky."

The middle-aged cult member snorted.

"We...the Bloodline Cult believe that if we want this world to return to normalcy, a pure and unpolluted supreme god must step forward to protect it..."

"So for the past few centuries, we have been researching how to create a 'purifying factor' to cleanse the pollution in the blood of the gods—that's where it all started."

The words of the Blood Cultists stirred up a storm in everyone's hearts.

So this is what the Blood Cult has been doing all along.

No one present was a fool. Based on the Blood Cult's previous actions, people could vaguely guess what they were up to.

But no one expected that this group of bizarre, dark, and cruel cultists actually wanted to save the world.

"Who would have thought that a group of cultists would actually want to save the world?" Dog Brother's tone was full of emotion, then suddenly became a little complicated. "A group of cultists have started saving the world, while the people of Deer Mountain and Falling Cloud Palace are still fighting for power and profit..."

The Blood Cult member glanced at Dog Brother: "You have a lot of prejudice against us... but the Blood Cult doesn't care. We only care about whether this world can get back on track... turn right here."

They turned a corner and entered the passage on the right. The cultist continued to speak to the group: "To achieve this goal, we have set up a huge experimental field."

“We extract resistant blood from all beings that have resistance to pollution, whether they are mortals, immortals, or gods, and then extract the resistance factors from them.”

"us……"

Lin Wang interrupted him before he could finish speaking: "Where did you get all this knowledge?"

The cultists were silent for a few seconds: "You really came prepared... Yes, our knowledge of purification comes from a celestial being—the Lord of Blood, Lord Hongxiang."

really.

Lin Wang had always felt that what the Divine Blood Cult was doing had a strong resemblance to the strange ritual in Red City that he had seen in his dream—using blood technology to complete a purification ritual.

Judging from what He has done, He and the Blood God Cult are quite compatible...

Clearly, He also wanted to do something good, to save something...

Lin Wang frowned. He vaguely felt that there was some missing information in the Blood Cult's words, but he couldn't remember what it was for the moment.

He took a breath and asked, "And then?" "Then..." the cultist paused for a moment, "...Hong Xiangye went mad."

"crazy?!"

"After He went mad, He indiscriminately attacked the entire Blood God Cult's base—so this base became what you see here, and almost all the cultists in the base died, turning into flesh and blood... and these things."

The cultist gently patted an arm that was sticking out of the wall of flesh and blood in front of him. The arm twitched a few times, as if it were greeting him.

"After that, throughout the base, there were constantly dead cultists, twisted limbs, and fleshy monsters that could appear at any time, attacking us randomly—so we started fighting these things."

"We are not so much fighting monsters as we are fighting the entire base."

"Why do you use bulletproof vests and firearms in combat?" Tian Taozi asked.

"Because the entire base is now under the control of Master Hongxiang, if we rashly use blood magic, we will suffer a backlash."

"Then why are you still carrying a staff?"

"I spent two months' salary to buy it, and I can't bear to throw it away."

“…You can continue talking.” Tian Taozi’s lips twitched.

"Was it for this reason that you attacked us directly at the entrance?" Cang suddenly asked.

The Blood Cultist nodded and said, "During the battle, many of my brothers began to hallucinate, and one even went mad—so when we first saw you, we all thought it was a hallucination, so we attacked immediately."

He paused, then added, "Of course, it also has a lot to do with your style being too...unique."

"Hey, please don't bring this up again!"

At this point, they turned into a deeper passage—at the end of the passage, they could vaguely see a very thick metal door.

At this moment, the gate was no longer just a plain metal gate. On the contrary, it was covered with many blood vessels of varying thicknesses, like a spider web, some of which seemed to be wriggling as if they were alive.

The Blood Cult led the group toward the door, saying, "Didn't you say you were here to solve that problem? The Red Lord is behind that door—we went to great lengths to keep Him behind it."

Lin Wang and his companions exchanged glances and walked towards the door.

During this process, he asked the cult member, "The information you just obtained doesn't seem like something an ordinary cult member should know—who exactly are you?"

The middle-aged cultist paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I am indeed not an ordinary follower of the Bloodline Cult, but now is not the time to talk about that—if you can really stop all of this, then it's not too late to hear my story."

Lin Wang nodded: "I agree with you... but there is still a crucial question that I need to know the answer to now."

"Excuse me."

"Why didn't you and your companions turn into flesh monsters? Why weren't you assimilated by this base?"

The Blood Cultist was silent for a few seconds before saying, "There is indeed some being that protected us. After Lord Red Feast went mad, we were told to find a way to protect this base, find reinforcements, and clean up the mess."

"Who?" Lin Wang stared intently at him.

"Also, it's Master Hongxiang."

(End of this chapter)