In order to make it easier to address the members of the organization, after some discussion, several people came up with a simple title "Backlighters".
Many of them are from the church, but compared to the church's sealing and clearing of the chaos disaster, this group of people's purpose is exactly the opposite.
Their goal is to open all the chaos seals, let disasters come to the world, and cleanse the world of sin, so that the world can be reborn.
Only great destruction can bring about great rebirth.
This is their motto. The world is in a constant cycle of death and rebirth, and now it is time for the world to restart.
This world has long since turned into a world of sorrow and sin, and only by crossing the sea of suffering that destroys everything can we reach a new world.
Compared to other cults with simple doctrines, this organization's teachings are much more self-consistent. Moreover, they also teach a secret technique that can effectively "cross" the Sea of Bitterness, the Path of Aegeka, which can be used to sense the magic and mana of higher dimensions, thus gaining more powerful strength.
Under the positive feedback of both spiritual and material rewards, many people joined in and it gradually spread everywhere.
In the nearly two months that followed, Loran Hill's team had been pursuing and suppressing the organization, and constantly tracing back to its top leaders and core.
Aesoras Parish, Lunmu Village.
Four people wearing black robes stood at the intersection of the village, staring quietly at the deserted village.
Many of the houses seemed to have been burned, with traces of charring, and twisted and deformed corpses lay on the side of the road.
Some of them seemed to have struggled, with their nails digging grooves in the walls and soil; others seemed to have died in their dreams, lying quietly in the open space in the center of the village.
"The nearest town to this village is fifty miles away, and it's sparsely populated. They make a living by growing a herb called bitterroot on the hillside. They usually send people down the mountain in autumn to sell it and communicate with the outside world."
The man in the red hat explained and slowly walked into the village with the three of them.
"These people seem to be just as described in the classics, corrupted by the Chaos Phantom." The 'Makeup Artist' said this while carefully avoiding the corpses at his feet.
"Indeed, just like the Chaos Calamity of yesteryear, those invisible evil shadows spread like a plague, wiping out village, town, and city after village. Most of those who died in twisted agony, spawning even more Chaos Shadows. The few who survived were transformed into mindless, filthy bodies, like walking corpses."
"Everywhere it passes through, it turns into polluted land. Ordinary crops and creatures can no longer survive. Only those polluted monsters can adapt to this environment." 'Red Hat' took out a white towel to cover his mouth and nose, carefully looking at the corpses on the side of the road.
"Why do they do this?" The 'makeup artist' seemed to sigh.
"Why? Perhaps it's because they're crazy and can't help themselves. They get a morbid pleasure from seeing other people suffer."
"However, what happened to this village was not a natural disaster, but man-made." The 'Red Hat' looked at the 'open space' in the center of the village.
Perhaps it's no longer appropriate to call it an open space, as there are so many bodies piled up there. Nearly 70% of the village's inhabitants died here.
They lay down scattered around, and it seemed that they were gathering here for a meeting or to participate in an event.
After a series of clues exploration and analysis, several people finally confirmed it.
The 'Backlit' organization seemed to have gathered the villagers here and performed some kind of collective ritual. During the ritual, most of them died on the spot, while a few were corrupted by chaos, twisted and struggling in pain until they died.
"However, perhaps some people are not dead and they left on their own." Loran Hill looked at the traces left on the ground and analyzed in a low voice.
"In other words, it's voluntary?" the 'makeup artist' murmured.
"Yes, that's right." 'Red Hat' took out a booklet from the pile of corpses, a cold smile on his face.
"Most of those who participate in the ceremony will die, but a few will survive and become one of them—the lucky ones."
"Your deceased relatives and friends have not disappeared, but have become part of your soul, and will always be with you."
"That's what their scriptures say."
"The waves of chaos will judge this sinful land, and the devout among them will become true messengers of the gods, traveling to a new world."
"View disasters as tests and rewards?" Loran Hill said in a low voice. This is very similar to what many religions in history said.
"Humph, a disaster is a disaster. It needs to be remembered, but it doesn't deserve gratitude. What a bunch of cowards."
In Ivar's world, although the Order of the Dead was unpopular and was said to play with the bodies and souls of the deceased, it at least had some positive significance, such as saving the human race from extinction at the time and making contributions in other areas such as medical care, rescue, and production.
Chaos disasters, however, are different. Not only do they bring devastating disasters, but they also corrupt the earth and waters, rendering them nearly impossible for living things to survive. Furthermore, their souls and bodies are distorted, no longer recognizable. They are the mortal enemy of all living things and an unacceptable existence.
"Let's go, there's nothing worth looking for here, let's go to the next location."
A few hours later, they reunited at the village entrance. White flames then rose around the village and slowly burned towards the center, purifying and destroying any remaining traces of the distortion.
Loran Hill stood in the middle of the four people, watching the scene in front of her. The incandescent fire brought waves of heat, blowing her hood up slightly, revealing some silver hair.
A hand patted her shoulder, and she turned around to see that it was the 'makeup artist'.
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