Final Lord

Chapter 223 Hunting Cultists

Once, their army was so powerful. Three near-legendary epic yellow-robed bishops, and hundreds of extraordinary level 6 yellow-robed apostles.

And now, only he remains.

Nehru hid in the mud, mud filling his nostrils, but he dared not cough. The screech of harpies came from above, and those damned birdmen were plundering the ground with wind blades, each flash of blue light sending mud flying onto his face.

Further away, the human lord, draped in a scarlet cloak, walked slowly forward, his fingertips lightly tapping the tactical map, humming a song, his steps deliberate and hesitant, as if planning a hunting game.

"Great chaos, great Lord in Yellow..." Nehru trembled as he touched the broken gold coin badge on his chest, silently praying in his heart.

The calamity will eventually pass, and chaos will inevitably follow. This is certainly a test from the chaos, and as long as I survive, I will become stronger.

"Brother! We've searched this whole area, but we haven't found anything."

"Alright, leave two cavemen to guard the area, we'll move on to the next area and continue searching. That damned cultist, all he does is cause me trouble. If I find him, I'll definitely punish him properly."

"Yes! Tear him to pieces!"

"Ha. That makes things too easy for him. These followers of the Goldless Cult hate transactions more than anything; it's disloyal to their evil god. I'm going to capture him and buy everything he has with gold coins."

First, buy everything on his body, then buy his teeth, forcing him to pull them out one by one and sell them. After buying his teeth, buy his fingernails, and after that, buy his hair.

Force him to make a thousand trades a day, torture him for over ten days, and then kill him.

Hearing the conversation of the opposing commanders, Nehru gripped the broken gold coin to his chest, his heart trembling.

Devil! Truly devilish! Even the most wicked cult members wouldn't devise such a torturous method. Am I a cult member, or is he?
dong dong dong...

The sound of departing footsteps rang out, and the surroundings gradually returned to calm.

Nehru remained motionless, waiting for hours. The jellyfish fossils on the dome had long since extinguished their eerie blue glow, and the entire rainforest was shrouded in a thick, sticky darkness. The inverted river had ceased flowing, frozen into a blurry, leaden silhouette; the dark green meadows that had once spewed forth orbs of light now resembled silent furnaces, the occasional fireflies flickering among the grass stems like the gasps of a dying man, instantly extinguished by the darkness. Even the metallic gleam reflected from the greyish-white giant trees had completely fallen silent, their seventy-meter-high trunks transformed into jagged skeletons in the night, a stillness heavier than death itself lingering among their branches.

dong dong dong...

Nehru heard his own heartbeat pounding against his eardrums, as if only his body, hidden in the humus, was struggling in the entire world. When the last suspended fluorescent spore vanished, Nehru finally poked his head out of the grass like a maggot crawling out of a grave.

"You finally gave up."

"what!!!"

As shadows fell, a voice suddenly appeared in his ear. Nehru cried out in surprise and looked up sharply. He saw the human lord looking down at him with a half-smile, as if he were looking at a dying rat.

"When? When did he arrive?" Nehru was about to speak when Wang Bufu pressed his head down with his large hand!

"Oh no! My nose, my nose is going to flatten!"

Wang Bufu gripped his face with his five fingers, used his waist to pull him out of the mud!

Four cavemen wielding spears immediately emerged from the ground and smashed the ends of their spears into Nehru's joints!
Four clicks.

Two severed hands, two severed feet! In an instant, Nehru was smashed into a half-human pig.

Blind Cat strode forward and struck Nehru with his staff. Nehru was about to cast a spell when he was interrupted, and the backlash from the magic caused him excruciating pain.

Spell counterspell! And at such close range, no less. The effect was as unpleasant as being punched in the temple. Wang Bufu dragged Nehru with one hand, forcibly pulling him to an altar.

The altar is carved from wood into the shape of a gold coin, with a gleaming Advancement Permit coin embedded in it, giving this unadorned altar a subtle, almost imperceptible divine power.

After Nehru was thrown onto the altar, this divine power surged considerably!

The No Gold Cult is the mortal enemy of the commercial church; nothing pleases the god of commerce more than a living cultist.

"Although I am not a follower of you, the god of commerce, I have long admired you. Please accept this gift."

Nehru's eyes widened in horror, forgetting even the pain from the spell's backlash.

"What do you want to do? No, don't! I have many secrets to tell you. Don't sacrifice me to the god of commerce."

Wang Bufu held the torch in front of his face, the dazzling red light making his face appear even redder.

He looked at Nehru with fanatical eyes and said, panting:
"Sorry, I have absolutely no interest in your cult's secrets. I just want to kill you in the most ruthless way possible, right in front of the God of Commerce!"

"Come on, let's make a deal. Sell me everything you have on you first!"

Wang Bufu pulled out a bag of gold coins and threw it at Nehru with a bang.

"No! No!" Nehru cried out in agony, but a divine power emanated from the altar, forcefully taking control of his body.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he began to remove his belongings one by one.

The emblem symbolizing the Golden Nation, the yellow robe representing his status, the underwear that hadn't been washed in years...

He returned to the state he had been in when he first came into this world, as clean as a newborn baby.

The gold coins in Wang Bufu's bag flew out automatically and landed at his feet.

As more and more gold coins appeared, Nehru couldn't help but reach into his stomach, tear open his abdominal cavity, and plunder his wealth from the space bag inside.

The Cult of No Gold abhors trade, gold coins, and metals. But that doesn't mean they're poor. They are the most loyal robbers in the entire world of God-Greed, engaging in risk-free business and accumulating wealth rapidly. There are also many good things in this world that don't require metals.

Wang Bufu's gold coin bag quickly deflated, and soon, the things next to Nehru piled up into a small hill.

If it weren't for the altar of wealth, the cultists wouldn't dare use a single item, for who knows what insidious traps they might leave behind.

But once it's been cleansed by the altar of wealth, it's different; it's guaranteed to be safe and unpolluted.

"Hey."

Wang Bufu stared at Nehru, then suddenly smiled. In the firelight, he revealed a mouthful of bright red, bloody teeth.

"Everything's gone, but I still have a lot of gold coins left."

His gaze roamed freely over Nehru as he excitedly asked, "What should we buy next?"

(End of this chapter)