After checking that all the living corpses had "died again", the four continued towards the mist-shrouded mountaintop.

"Several of these headless monsters and flying heads detached from their bodies suddenly appeared in the Seabreeze Chapel in Bansey Harbor this evening, and we quickly dealt with these anomalies only to find Jace detached dead in the prayer hall, and a report letter was found on him.

"Based on the report letter and the traces of the scene, we have determined that Jace was killed by Bishop Miller, who colluded with the cultists in an attempt to revive the tradition of worshipping the 'God of Weather', oh, Jace is the priest of the Sea Breeze Church, he is brave, but unfortunately he believed the wrong person and tried to report himself to the cult leader Miller......"

Thinking of the poor headless pastor in the church, Angel nodded and observed a second of silence for him.

Dodge, the captain of the substitute punisher, said as the forty-year-old man handed the seal in his hand to another member of the team next to him, who took it, and the hand he held immediately trembled, but quickly recovered, and his complexion changed slightly.

Angel found that the gloves on the hand where Dodge handed over the seal were torn and his skin was a little charred, and it was obvious that this wooden staff that could summon powerful lightning would not hurt the user lightly.

Seeing that the matter was revealed, Miller had fled the Seabreeze Church, and disappeared with the cultists after taking a number of local residents and travelers hostage, and soon a thick fog poured out of the entire harbor, and more monsters appeared in the fog. Using a special method to locate the mountain, we found the mountain, where he and the cult followers were likely continuing the ritual of living sacrifice in the cave above. ”

As he spoke, Dodge pointed in a direction in the fog.

Sure enough, the combination of divination and the clues of these substitutes for punishment can confirm that Donna and Cecil have become one of the sacrifices, but I don't know if it will be their turn......

After climbing over a ridge towards the position pointed by the Captain of the Punisher, a hidden cave appeared in front of the four of them.

"This is it."

A young substitute punisher pulled out a palm-sized compass from inside his trench coat, glanced at it, and said.

It seems that this is what they call the "positioning method...... Angel only glanced away from him, lest the sensitive and irascible punisher suspect that he had something wrong with the seal.

After confirming the target, the three substitutes quickly formed a formation of one front and two back, the captain Dodge walked in the front, armed with a gun, the young man with a compass and another bald man behind, one holding a compass, the other holding the "lightning staff", as if it was a long-term training battle formation.

This made Angel seem a little redundant, and she simply walked in the front, looking into the cave with the help of dark vision.

Small, damp, and with a faint rancid smell...... There is also the smell of blood in the middle, is it fresh blood?

With a gun in one hand and a knight's bracelet ready to transform into a melee weapon, she stepped into the gloomy cavern with her waist bent, followed cautiously by three substitutes, no one spoke, only the sound of soft footsteps.

Angel suddenly discovered that the punishers did not carry horse lanterns, and they were also carried out in the dark during the battle just now, and she had her own dark vision, so she did not notice anything unusual at the first time.

Is it a seal that gives them dark vision?

As a former night watchman, she had seen in internal sources the information on the "sailor" route held by the Church of the Storm up to Sequence 7 "Navigator", which originated from the exchanges between the three major churches, which was not comprehensive, and was likely to have hidden secrets.

If it weren't for the potion itself, but the effect of a seal, the team would have carried a total of three seals...... Is it because of an emergency, or is it because the rules and regulations of the substitutes are different from those of the night watchers?

In her career as a Nightwatchman, she had only once carried multiple seals to prevent the evil god in Megoos's womb from descending on Tingen.

This gave her a bad premonition.

Thinking about it, Angel continued to walk softly into the depths of the cave, she could feel the gaze of the punisher team behind her lingering on her from time to time, obviously not completely reassuring this "outsider".

When Bishop Miller and the cultists are dealt with, maybe the next target of these people will be me...... She thought to herself.

After about two minutes of winding in the dark, estimated to have advanced a hundred meters, there was finally a glimmer of light on the road ahead, it was a flickering candle flame, and the smell of rancid and bloody in the air became thicker.

Babbling –

An incomprehensible whisper, as if it did not belong to any common language, came from the depths, like a mixture of voices made by different people, and the pitch gradually rose and became more and more intense.

There is no doubt that further on is the altar dedicated to the "god of weather".

Angel glanced back, and the three substitutes also clenched their weapons and nodded at her.

In the next second, Angel's figure disappeared into the cave as if it had been wiped away, and the punisher squad rushed forward in an offensive formation with pistols and seals in hand.

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"Next."

Miller commanded in a low voice, and he stood by the blood-soaked altar, watching the wisps of blood flow into the intricate patterns and symbols beside the altar, staining them a dark red.

The worshippers beside him wore hoods and could not see their faces clearly, but when they heard the command, they quickly dragged down the bloodied female corpses on the altar and threw them aside.

Sacrificial candles on the surrounding menorah illuminated the cave, as well as two other corpses on the ground.

The three deceased were all young women, quite popular with local men, and Bishop Miller of Seabreeze Church could even call them by name, so he chose them first for this sacrifice.

Tied hand and foot with thick hemp rope, Donna collapsed in the corner of the cave, blinking her eyes as she tried to squeeze away her tears and see the hooded cultists and the Bishop Miller who commanded them. Miller wore a dark blue bishop robe embroidered with the symbol of the storm, so he easily gained the trust of the girl outside the dining room, but he didn't expect that after just a few minutes of communication, he lost consciousness inexplicably and was taken to the foul-smelling cave with Cecil......

Miss Cecil......

She looked at the female bodyguard lying next to the three corpses, the latter had her eyes closed, her breathing was weak, and there were several deep scars on her body, which seemed to have been cut by sharp objects, and although they were not fatal, the blood was already flowing all over the ground.

It was the wound left by Cecil trying to rebel against these mysterious cultists.

In just a few days of travel, Donna meets the ugly but delicious fish-man, the beautiful and mysterious Miss Siren, and the huge white bone "messenger" who is nearly four meters tall, and in her heart, a seed called "occultism" has been planted, and perhaps one day, this seed will take root, prompting her to take the initiative to contact the secret knowledge and change her life.

But unexpectedly, only halfway through this "mysterious journey", these cultists shattered Donna's fantasy with strange and evil whispers, body-tearing wind blades, and ancient bloody living sacrifices.

"Kraken...... No, Sister Angelica, Uncle Sparrow, come and save me...... If it's the pirate, he's got a bounty of £3,000......"

Unable to bear to watch Cecil bleed to death, Donna looked away and prayed silently.

"That's it."

An emotionless voice came from above her head, and two hooded cultists stepped forward, staring at her with cold eyes.

In the next second, Donna felt her body soar into the air, like a lamb to the slaughter, pulled up by the hemp rope bound by the two of them, and placed on the blood-stained altar.

Around the altar knelt four more uniformly dressed worshippers, who, seeing the new offerings were arranged, bowed their heads and began to pray in an unknown language, their voices echoing and stacking in the dark but spacious cavern, soon becoming increasingly impassioned sentences.

Donna, whose heart was gradually consumed by despair, subconsciously began to struggle, but the two disciples quickly held her down, and one of them picked up the ceremonial dagger next to the altar and raised the murder weapon that had been stained with the blood of the three people, and was about to perform another living sacrifice.

"Ahem, ahem—"

He suddenly felt some itching in his throat and couldn't help coughing.

The more he coughed, the more he couldn't breathe, his throat seemed to be filled with phlegm, and his young lungs were like old bellows, pulling on and trying to breathe in a little fresh air.

With a thud, the ritual dagger fell to the altar, but no one paid attention to it, and a similar situation occurred among the six hooded cultists, their pious prayers turning into a series of coughs, coughing up mouthfuls of thick phlegm, followed by dark red blood clots.

Miller also felt an itchy throat and a little tightness in his chest, he first looked at the disciples who were coughing suspiciously, and then immediately reacted, this is not a common cold in winter, but someone attacked!

The air is full of disease-causing toxins!

His eyes turned from light brown to dark red, his bishop's robe rose and puffed up from below, and a gust of wind poured from within, which he controlled, quickly sweeping through the cavern and finally blowing towards the exit in the flickering candlelight.

"Ahem, ahem!"

He coughed a few times, coughing up the phlegm, feeling his throat itch more and more, and his movements to control the wind were interrupted.

No, it's not a toxin, it's a germ that appears directly in my body......

Hmmm-

A white light flashed in front of him, and a bone blade that suddenly appeared from the sky slashed towards the "Wind Favorite".

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Angel waited until the illness attacked, until the cultists collapsed to the ground and Bishop Miller lost part of his combat power, before he emerged from his stealth state, and his bracelet turned into a long blade and slashed at each other.

At the same time, three substitutes rushed into the exit of the cave, and they quickly judged the situation in the cave, and the captain Dodge raised his hand with a shot, knocking down a hooded cultist next to the altar, and the bald man holding the "lightning staff" summoned a slender lightning bolt, which instead of drawing out a thick lightning bolt when used outdoors, shot directly at the nearest cultist.

Smack-

Bishop Miller dodged Angel's attack when the lightning struck his target, scorching it black, avoiding the vital parts of his torso, but with a deep scar on his left arm, blood spurting out and landing on the altar of the "God of Weather" that he was about to sacrifice.

The pain caused his dark red eyes to glow, and a violent wind surged from beneath him again, blowing in all directions, causing Angel to retreat and extinguish the candle beside the altar.

The cavern was pitch black in an instant.

It's better for me and for the punishers...... Angel chuckled and chased after him against the wind, slashing down with a single sword, only to be dodged again by the dexterous Bishop Miller.

Can he also see in the dark?

Angel reacted, and instead of trying to fight in close quarters, Angel quickly summoned strands of invisible silk and wound them around Miller, knowing that the "sailor" path had some kind of means to burst out with great power, but even a second or two was enough.

Hmmm-

Silk threads wrapped around Miller's body, streaking out his dark blue bishop's robes.

"For the gods, ahem, give everything!"

The cult leader suddenly let out a loud cry, and his body under the bishop's robe bulged like an inflatable body, almost making Angel think that he was going to use his flesh and blood as a bomb to kill everyone present like "Bishop Rose".

But in the next moment, the cultists beside the altar, scorched with electricity, knocked down by bullets, and suffocated in pneumonia, shouted at the same time, stretched out their hands, grabbed their heads, and pulled them up as if they were controlled by an external force, tearing off their own heads.

They all have a bloody esophagus attached to them, slowly floating in the air.

(End of chapter)