Chapter 19

Chapter 19 “Underground Gathering Hall”

At this moment, Duncan was still the same as when he had just left the cave – thin, scrawny, and only covered in rags. However, the fact that he didn’t run and stood there with a huge grin obviously came as a shock to those hooded figures.

“A sacrifice has escaped!” One of them yelled after a brief delay.

“Quick! Stop him! Don’t let him run!” Another shouted and began running over, believing Duncan would flee.

“Don’t let him run! A sacrifice has escaped!” They kept repeating this despite the other side not moving an inch.

As a result, Duncan’s shrug and honest act of standing in the middle of the tunnel somehow created a weird and awkward atmosphere that didn’t befit the situation. Naturally, this didn’t escape the hooded people who had noticed how wrong this was halfway over. Nevertheless, they didn’t stop running over and quickly circled their target.

“Should I have run? The mood is already like this....” Duncan scratched his nose like he should’ve acted a little to match their enthusiasm.

Ignoring the cold joke that could freeze a ghost, two of the black hoods warily eyed the escapee and began murmuring something.

“Why did one manage to escape?”

“Could it be that the hounds of the Church discovered this hiding spot... But this one doesn’t look like he was let out...”

“Regardless, let’s take him back first. This sacrifice doesn’t look right.... We need to dispose of him quickly.”

“Let the emissary decide.”

Duncan was completely confused about the background of this gang, let alone what the “emissary ” mentioned by the other party meant. But upon thinking about what he had seen along the way and the word “sacrifice,” he could vaguely guess the truth.

He didn’t know what kind of reaction he should make to be considered a “normal sacrifice,” and he had no intention of cooperating with these people’s “performance.” This was a temporary body so Duncan naturally had very little to worry about.

“Of course the false sun will fall!” This topic was obviously a provoking subject for these cultists so they were feverish in their reply. “Even the lackeys of the Church have to admit in the historical chronicles that the sun in the sky is a twisted and grotesque object that only appeared after the Great Calamity. What truly brings life and order to all things in this world is the Sun God, but that vile.... vile forgery has usurped our Lord! Sooner or later, that vile artifact will fall out of the sky!”

Immediately afterward, Duncan heard the surrounding cultists also join in support of their leader, “Sooner or later the false sun will fall, and the real Sun God will be revived through blood and fire! The excess seawater of the world will be banished back into the void by the might of our Lord, and the earth will return to the era of great fertility and stability!”

Listening to the chant of these cultists, Duncan’s mind began racing with his thoughts. He knew this kind of fanatical cultist could not be reasoned with, meaning the information he’s receiving was likely distorted and tampered with misinformation. Nevertheless, there are certain details he could use and assume true.

The “sun” hanging in the sky is a fake... and the real sun has been usurped....

They firmly believe that the real sun is a fallen deity, and that god will “recover from blood and fire”...

They also mentioned the excess sea water in the world will recede, that the era of abundance and stability will return... What exactly do they mean by that?

It didn’t take long for the cultists to regain their composure from reciting their religious mantra. After all, they still had a sacrifice to escort.

“Have you noticed this ‘sacrifice’ is a bit creepy?” One of the cultists asks the leader.

“He doesn’t seem quite right... I’m a little unsure.”

“Could it be that this sacrifice had been in the lightless underground for too long when he escaped before, and now his head is possessed by something...”

“Then that’s perfect, the Lord’s power will purify him.”

Duncan didn’t miss their whispering conversation, especially the part about the “lightless underground.” But just when he wanted to gather more information from them, the black-robed man at the head of the group stopped.

“Here we are.” The black-robed cultist said in a low, cold voice.

Duncan regretted he didn’t chase the topic faster, but the scene that came into view attracted him more.

Ahead was the nexus of the sewer system, a convergence that led into a spacious underground hall, and there were a lot of black-robed cultists here!