312 Silent Nigh (2/2)
The disfigured survivors lowered their heads with shame as they quickly cover with their hoods again.
Smack!
”What's the matter with you? No tact at all.”
The city guard was quickly smacked on the back of the head before another city guard turned to apologize, ”Sorry about that, we did not know your faces were ruined. However, we still need to record your facial appearances before allowing you into the camp.”
”What's the situation? Did we catch a spy?” A few more city guards were drawn over by the commotion.
”Nah, it was a false alarm.”
The city guard shook his head and urged the others to return to their post as the situation was shortly settled.
Back in the queue, a survivor saw one of the returning city guards. He hurried over and politely inquired, ”May I ask what is going on back there, sir?”
”Nothing much. Just a few survivors refusing to show their faces for recording.” The city guard answered.
Shortly after, he gathered all the survivors' attention before announcing, ”Everyone must remove their hoods and cooperate with the clerks nicely! Do not delay the process further, or your entry will be refused!”
The announcement did not make too much of an impact on the crowd. Only a few had suffered facial burns, while many had sustained burns and injuries in other parts of their bodies.
Nevertheless, there was still some discontent.
”Tch.”
A hooded survivor in the queue was disgruntled.
”Shh. Don't affect the plan.”
”I know.”
A similar disfigured appearance was revealed behind the hood, but it was slightly different from the others upon closer inspection. The disfigured appearance seems to have been caused by self-mutilation, but no one noticed this.
…
Three hours later, all survivors were processed and escorted to the temporary camp. It was not easy for the drawers to sketch a few hundred faces during this time.
Night arrived, and the survivors were served stew and bread for dinner. After finishing their meals, the survivors gathered and talked about their losses and future plans, while others hit up the camp's older commoners for a chat.
Nothing seemed out of place, but upon deeper scrutiny, a group of survivors was inquiring about the Capital and royal family.
Their inquiry did not draw any suspicion from the patrolling guards. It seemed perfectly normal for these survivors from the Eastfell Region to be curious about the new regulations and security circling around the Capital.
When all survivors had long returned to their designated tents to rest, and fewer guards were awake for their patrol shift, a group of survivors from the camp began making their move in the dead of night.
Without alarming anyone, they quietly killed off all the patrolling guards before killing off everyone else asleep, including the commoners and survivors in the camp of roughly 1500 people.
Despite all the killing, the thick scent of blood was absent from the air, and only dried corpses were left behind.
After the corpses were hidden, the group of killers regathered at the camp's center and kneeled before another person with an unfathomable aura and pressure that only Transcendents have.
”Sect Master, everyone on the camp has been killed, and their blood has been collected. How should we infiltrate the city without alarming the watchers?”
”Strip the dead guards and use their armor. We will enter the city under the guise of city guards.”
”I'm afraid if all of us enter, our large group would still draw their attention and suspicion.”
”We will lead a small group to enter and kill off their watchers first. The rest of you will enter after my signal.”
”Understood, Sect Master.”
This group of killers was the last of the Bloodfiend Sect. They were also the best of the best within the sect.
None of their cultivation was lower than 5 stars. They were all eligible to become inner elders, but they were not. They were the core disciples.
The Sect Master faced the direction of the Capital with dense killing intent and resentment and gave a cold, confident smile.
The overseer may have interfered with their plans, but he had long predicted that to happen and made contingencies for it.
No one would have been able to guess that the Sect Master was willing to use the entire sect as a diversion.
This was a classic example of sacrificing one's own headquarters to destroy the enemy's headquarters (Capital).