Chapter 306: Blasphemer (2/2)
“I’ve got a quest from the System,” Gerald replied, a newbie Player albeit one who started things off at Level 15 (with combat strength that could match Level 15 Players, but Xi Wei’s system has no AI and only determines basic stats). “Something about having me stopping a cultist’s schemes…”
“Oh, that’s true… I didn’t notice since we’ve been busy chasing that bugger, but I’ve got the quest too!” Edward said, noticing the system notifications when he opened his System page as well.
(Side quest: Investigate and capture the mysterious cultist)
“Wait, mysterious cultist? Weren’t they believers of that evil god named Aojo or something?”
Marni had clearly received the same mission as well, and was muttering to himself in confusion after checking his own page.
Meanwhile, Gerald had ordered the other city watch soldiers to assume formations and fire their arrows at the rooftop of the consulate.
Given that Lancaster was a merchant’s city, the city watch was well equipped compared to other cities even though their individual standard and quality were irregular and average.
It was a city of trade after all. Mayor Corinth wouldn’t mind that little bit of money…
Soon enough, John Dhana was struck by three arrows and bleeding profusely. His movements appeared enfeebled, as if he couldn’t hold on to the roof tiles and would drop off the roof at any moment.
“Weird… he really is level thirty-two, but isn’t he too weak?” Edward wondered, suddenly feeling unsettled.
Even though his template wasn’t elite-let alone Boss. Even so, normal beasts would already reach the threshold of supernatural by Level 32, and no matter how weak the cult leader was, there was no way a few arrows would do him in…
But even as Edward pondered, John Dhana had already climbed to the top of the consulate. Heaving, he glared down at everyone below, his face now pale from blood loss.
However, he was also smiling fearlessly.“I hate minions of the gods like you the most! Most of all, I hate those so-called gods who only ever abuse this world!”
“I have seen people fighting to present their offerings to the gods, leaving families without homes and innocents reduced to ashes because of the gods’ wrath!”
“The gods have no reason to exist at all. All they do are take what they want from this world! Such meaningless beings!”
“Mortals, superhumans, humans or even elves -every life in this world are no different from livestock within their clutches! Everyone’s fate is at the gods’ mercy!” “The gods drain every sentient being dry; they are the enemies of all living things! They are a tumor unto this world!”
John Dhana was becoming more hysterical with every passing moment, and he eventually drew out a small, exquisite silver knife from the pendant hanging over his chest. He gripped the knife’s hilt with both hands and aimed it straight at his face.
“And I… we! We shall banish all those lofty monsters without exception from this world!”
And in the next moment, the edge of the knife stabbed viciously into the socket of his left eye.
“Glory to Finnia! The Silver Oak shall never dim!”