Final Lord

Chapter 273 Cao Cao's Cult
The Evil Spirit Church, also known as the Cao Cao Cult, is a rather unique existence among cults.

All members of the evil cult are fallen members of the orthodox church. They are keen and adept at corrupting innocent people, and extremely skilled at distorting the faith of orthodox believers to attribute it to an evil god. They are like Cao Cao, who had a penchant for married women. They don't even bother with those who have no faith.

Most believers of the true God who have been misled are unaware of this until it is too late, when they have nowhere to turn back.

The Church of the Evil Spirits was born during the "Eclipse of Faith," and is said to have been founded by seven fallen Bishops of Dawn under the "Moon of Blasphemy." They distorted the Dawn Church's Covenant, changing "You shall not worship other gods" to "You shall honor the Dawn," and redirected the faith of the Dawn towards the chaotic evil god, the "Tilted False Moon." With this as its core doctrine, it formed a unique "Faith-devouring System"—nourishing the evil god by corrupting the piety of believers in the true god.

When Wang Bufu's footsteps stopped before the altar, the blind half-goat man slowly rose from his stone seat. His movements were slow and heavy, as if he were carrying some kind of invisible shackle.

Although those cloudy eyes had long lost their light, they still "looked" precisely in the direction of Wang Bufu, as if they could see directly into his soul through the darkness.

“Sutton, Salang, Hank… their deaths echo in my ears like the tolling of bells.” Sarando’s voice was hoarse and calm, as if it came from a distant abyss. “I know I’ve provoked a powerful opponent. But I didn’t expect this opponent to be so young.”

Wang Bufu did not respond, but coldly stared at the scarlet title above the other party's head—Evil Spirit Patriarch Sarando.

The name itself was unfamiliar, but the title "Evil Spirit Patriarch" caused Wang Bufu's pupils to contract slightly. In his memory, this identity was closely linked to the "Dawn's Demise" incident that shocked the entire continent six years later—the mysterious bell ringer was the Evil Spirit Patriarch who infiltrated the Church of Dawn and ultimately destroyed this temple of faith with his own hands.

However, the true identity of the evil patriarch remains a mystery to players as they explore the game.

I never expected to run into him here.

Seeing that Wang Bufu remained silent, Sarando sighed slightly and continued, "I know that what you want most right now is to take my life. But before the battle, may I ask you a question?"

He paused, then his voice suddenly became low and seductive:
Do you...believe in God?

Wang Bufu frowned, a cold glint in his eyes. He didn't bother to answer, simply waving his hand at Shanpao beside him.

"put!"

Without hesitation, the caveman leader opened his massive maw, unleashing a torrent of venomous bullets that rained down on Sarando!

However, Sarando simply raised the string of beads in his hand, and a string of clear bells rang out. A pure white holy light shield instantly unfolded, blocking all the venom.

“It’s a pity…” Sarando shook his head, his tone tinged with regret, “A soul that does not believe in God is ultimately just a wandering ghost in the world, futilely controlling a walking corpse.”

His voice suddenly became fervent, as if he were chanting some sacred scripture:
"You should believe in God! No one understands the power of God better than me!"

“I have a powerful deity here, named the Mother of Abundance…” Sarando’s lips curled into a strange smile. “Would you… be interested in learning more about her?”

How can a follower of an evil god be earnestly trying to persuade people to believe in God at this moment?

It's utterly ironic!
A cold smile curled at the corner of Wang Bufu's mouth. Since the caveman's venom couldn't break through the opponent's shield, then let the bigger one come.

He slowly raised his right hand, and the troops behind him instantly sprang into motion like intricate gears. The caveman archers swiftly retreated, making way for more powerful firepower. A hum of converging magic filled the air, and the ground trembled slightly, as if some colossal being was awakening.

"Construct cannon, deploy."

As Wang Bufu whispered, a pitch-black magical construct emerged from the void, its heavy cannon slamming to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust. The cannon barrel, covered with intricate runes, was now lighting up one by one, emitting a dazzling blue light.

"Overload Mode - Activated!"

The cannon barrel spun rapidly, compressing magic to its limit within the chamber, and then— "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A deafening barrage of cannon fire rained down like a storm, each magical projectile carrying devastating energy as it slammed into Sarando's shield. Violent ripples spread across the shield's surface, the pure white holy light flickering violently under the onslaught of the raging magic, as if it would shatter at any moment.

However, Sarando remained unmoved. His cloudy eyes peered through the shield at Wang Bufu, a strange smile even appearing on his lips, completely ignoring the artillery fire before him.

“Young man, why be so impatient?” His voice was deep and hoarse, as if it came from a distant abyss. “Don’t you want to hear what a true god can give you?”

The shield trembled amidst the artillery fire, but his tone remained calm, even somewhat seductive:

"The embodiment of abundance, the Lord of Horns—He is a colossal white ram-shaped beast over a hundred meters tall, its horns winding like intertwined wheat vines, each hair formed from flowing golden waves of wheat..."

Wang Bufu frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. This guy, he's still preaching at a time like this?
Wang Bufu didn't know what the other party was thinking, but stopping them was definitely the right thing to do.

"Increase the firepower!" he ordered coldly.

The rotation speed of the construct cannon increased again, the barrel turned red due to overload, and the frequency of the magic shells firing was almost continuous. The shield trembled more violently, and even fine cracks began to appear on its surface.

However, Sarando's voice continued unhurriedly, as if the battle had nothing to do with him:

"His eyes contained starlight amber, and his abdomen was as transparent as crystal, within which one could see a river of mead churning..."

Wang Bufu snorted coldly and waved his right hand, and the second construct cannon descended from the void.

"If one isn't enough, let's try another!"

"boom--!!!"

With both cannons firing simultaneously, the shield finally succumbed, cracks spreading like a spiderweb. Sarando's figure swayed slightly from the violent impact, but his voice remained clear, even carrying a hint of fanaticism:

"When His four hooves touched the ground, the soil instantly blossomed with a hundred flowers, and springs of milk and honey gushed forth from His hoofprints..."

A cold glint flashed in Wang Bufu's eyes.

"Noisy."

He clenched his fist, and both construct cannons simultaneously entered their final overload state, their barrels turning completely red, their magic power converging to its limit—

"End the barrage—fire!"

Two blinding blue-white beams of light tore through the air and slammed into the shield.

"Click——"

The shield finally shattered, and Sarando's figure was swallowed up by the aftershocks of the explosion.

(End of this chapter)