Chapter 434 - 434 The Heresy Of A Cult

434 The Heresy Of A Cult

Selma Payne’s POV:

The other side of the palace had become a living hell.

There were high-ranking officials in the palace and even more servants, craftsmen, and guards. These people obviously could not be protected like the nobles and mayors in the first instance of a disaster, so they became the first target of the cultists’ wanton attacks.

I sensed a familiar evil aura. I realized that the heretic cult believers were using their old tricks again, attempting to mutate more elves. The worst thing was that they had already succeeded a lot, and the condition of the infected this time was worse. Dozens of ‘elves’ with twisted limbs and bloody bodies were attacking everyone indiscriminately like zombies without any sense of reason.

The palace guards were cautious and could be infected if they were slightly closer. Although my team members were not at risk of being infected, there was nothing I could do to these irrational ‘opponents’ – even after they were knocked out, they would be controlled by the evil force to continue standing up. I couldn’t kill them!

I was even more helpless regarding the ‘core figures’ like Locke and Kafka. I couldn’t defeat them; if I let them be, more victims would be born. I had no choice but to bite the bullet. As a result, more and more guards were injured, and even my team members didn’t get any advantage.

Two light and agile birds were flying in the sky. It was not difficult to see that they provided a wide vision for the people trapped on the battlefield. There were a few broken feathers on the right wing of the Soul Sparrow. Obviously, the enemy had also discovered them and launched an attack on them.

“Selma!” The moment Dorothy saw me, she ran over from afar. “How’s the situation on your side? Has it already ended?”

“No, the Crown Prince ran away. He came here and joined the cultists.” I carefully observed every enemy figure, but I didn’t find any trace of the Crown Prince.

Dorothy also helped in the search, but neither the Soul Sparrow nor Nature could find any trace of the Crown Prince.

At this moment, a few screams were heard, and the mutated elves’ symptoms worsened again. Many people’s bones rapidly grew, piercing through their flesh and blood to form harmful bone spikes. This made the infected suffer and put the people dealing with them in more danger.

“Let’s deal with the current situation first.” With the guardian spirit suppressing the situation, I wasn’t worried that the Crown Prince would cause any trouble for now. It was obvious that dealing with the infected and the cultists was the most important thing right now.

Leaping to the center of the battlefield, New Flow ‘hunted’ the infected elves at lightning speed, devouring the evil energy. However, what surprised me this time was that the contamination source in their bodies seemed to be connected to the ocean in an endless stream. It didn’t seem to be contaminated by a mass of power, but more like a parasite infected by an evil seed.

Some memory fragments of the Rocky Mountains flew into my mind, and I realized this was a serious matter. These contaminated elves were like the ones in the past; demon fragments had parasitized them. Although it wasn’t as serious as Frank’s situation, it couldn’t be dealt with by simply devouring a little bit of overflowing energy.

Only now did I understand why these people still dared to attack despite knowing that there was someone in the Elven Capital City who could purify evil energy. It was because even I would need to focus my attention and spend a lot of time resolving this situation. The battlefield wouldn’t provide me with such conditions.

I tried to use the river to trap the infected, so I could deal with Locke and the rest. However, the infected elves struggled unconsciously under the control of the evil power and tried to attack themselves. I had to control them and purify the evil power. I also had to split my attention to observe the battlefield. I couldn’t split my attention at all.

Unlike their fierce underlings, Locke and Kafka wandered around the battlefield as if they were playing with cats. No one could do anything to them. The strange thing was that they didn’t seem to care about anyone and didn’t launch any fatal attacks.

Very quickly, Locke saw me and exaggeratedly took off his hat. He said unusually excitedly, “Good afternoon, my dear Princess. I hope you’re well!”

“I can’t feel good when I see you.” I looked at him coldly. “If you can pull out your dagger and kill yourself now, I would laugh, maybe.”

“Hahaha! You’re so funny, but unfortunately, I’m not a wastrel willing to spend much money on a beautiful woman. My heart is with my Lord.”

“Leviathan? What are you guys trying to do? Why does your master always get involved in matters related to Azazel?”

“Who knows? Servants don’t need to figure out their master’s thoughts. Whatever orders they have, I will faithfully carry them out. As for His Highness, Azazel...”

Locke spoke respectfully, but when he mentioned Azazel, he didn’t hide his disgust.

“I rely on my friends when I’m out. If I want to complete the task given to me by my master, I must seek the help of some brothers and sisters, even if they don’t believe in my master.”

“That is to say, Leviathan wants to appear in the world for some reason?”

“You’re really good at fishing for information!” Locke burst into laughter. “Unfortunately, I’ve said enough today. I can’t tell you what you want to know!”