Chapter 1183 - Sacrifice (1/2)

Chapter 1183: Sacrifice

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“Here it is,” Sir Youlong said in a hushed voice.

The party observed the surroundings cautiously by looking through the ventilation duct. They found themselves in a large plant, where a few overhead bridge cranes were hanging on either side of the wall. Below lay nothing but some dilapidated machine tools and rusty conveyor belts covered in dust. Apparently, the plant owner had removed every piece of usable equipment before he had shut the plant down.

The empty factory, however, was now lit by several torches, with their dazzling, greenish-white flames dancing around in the darkness. These torches were set in a circle, and there were around twenty distorted shadows in the middle.

“Are those shadows our targets?” asked Luo Hua.

“Most likely,” one of the traditional martialists replied. “I can sense their fluctuating power, which tells me that these people are at the last stage of transitioning.”

The last stage referred to a stage where the humans would completely lose their humanity and consciousness, thus becoming corrupted puppet. Fallen Evils at this stage only acted on their instincts like animals, as they lost all the communication ability they once had.

“They used to be… martialists?”

“Not necessarily. Although there were some fallen martialists according to the Association’s records, generally speaking, amateurs are more prone to corruption.”

“It’s my first time seeing a living Fallen Evil, but regardless, a martialist lack of self-discipline and proactivity is, in every aspect, useless,” Luo Hua snorted with utmost contempt. “Pathetic… they don’t deserve the Force of Nature. Captain, let’s do this.”

“Wait a minute,” Sir Youlong stopped Luo Hua calmly. “It appears that more Fallen Evils are coming here. Wait until they’ve all gathered so that we can kill them all in one go. But, don’t you feel that this is strange? These Fallen Evils are all in their last stages. Why didn’t they go kill the amateurs? Why did they come here? I have a feeling that things aren’t as simple as we thought. Perhaps, we should first find out their intentions rather than killing them all outright.”

While everyone was exchanging opinions, Roland stole a glance at Fei Yuhan.

That unexpected “Your Majesty” seemed to be still ringing in his ears.

Within a few seconds, turbulent emotions had flooded through Roland. He had not been so perturbed by someone over the past few years since his ascendence to the throne.

At first, Roland had thought it was Elena calling him and he had almost responded, but he had swallowed his words at the last minute. If Fei Yuhan was really Elena’s incarnation, she would not have introduced herself in the first place and taken the seat beside him so carefreely.

The abrupt change from joy to disappointment was almost as painful as the grief itself. As he recollected himself in the next few minutes, he soon figured out why Fei Yuhan had addressed him like this. Garcia had told him that martialists were usually acute observers, particularly for those gifted ones. As Fei Yuhan had attended the party held by the Clover Group, she must have overheard his conversation with the witches.

The next question was — how much did Fei Yuhan know about him?

Roland judged that she probably did not know much at this stage, considering how she was still testing him. At least, she didn’t know anything about the other world yet. However, this was alarming to Roland, since no one would want to know that he was only fictional and only existed in dreams. Once the secret about this Dream World was known to someone, the consequences would be disastrous.

Garcia was right. He needed to be extra cautious when dealing with Fei Yuhan.

“Mhm? Look, the new Fallen Evil… looks a little different than the others.” At that moment, a voice from the headset interrupted Roland’s train of thought. “It seems that it’s commanding the other Fallen Evils.”

Roland took off his goggles and looked toward the center of the plant through the ventilation. He saw a group of Fallen Evils slowly walk in while carrying three cargo containers, all the while at the command of a man in a suit.

“Are they the Fallen Evils who have yet to completely lose their minds?” Sir Youlong mumbled in bewilderment. “What are they playing at?”

Several traditional martialists frowned. Compared with transformed Fallen Evils, those still in transitioning period were normally more difficult to deal with. At that stage, compassion and empathy had escaped them, but the dark side of human nature, such as subterfuge and shrewdness, remained. Typically, these Fallen Evils used to be well-established martialists.

“Shh — ” Fei Yuhan suddenly spoke. “Be quiet. Something’s in those containers.”

Everyone held their breath immediately.

After a while, Fei Yuhan said heavily, “There are people… inside.”

“What?”

“I heard someone crying and pleading. It seems like they’re gagged.”

“You’re saying that there are civilians in those containers?” Sir Youlong asked in surprise. “I’ve never seen anything like this before in the Association’s records. Fallen Evils do kill often, but they don’t really pick on common people.”

They looked at each other in confusion when suddenly, the commander of the Fallen Evils yelled, “It’s time, children! The divine will is approaching, and God is waiting for the sacrifices!”

“Grrrrr — ” all the other Fallen Evils growled.

“Come. Let the power return to its source and let the Oracle grace continent with his presence once more!”