Chapter 430: The Mob
The Supreme Mentor of the "Dark Purple Hand" got first-hand information from the "Emerald Staff" before it was completely dark.
As expected, this group of servants of the "Prince of Darkness" found the last Chosen One with great enthusiasm.
If they continue to act recklessly, the entire Midden Territory will know that many demonic cults are entrenched here, and then it will not just be one or two organizations that will suffer.
If a purge occurs, the Purple Hand, as the ruler of Middenheim's underworld, will naturally be the first to be hit.
For those with weak foundations, starting from nothing is not a painful thing.
But for those who already have a foundation, it is better to avoid a devastating disaster if possible.
It's time to show these gutter bugs who's in charge in this area.
The happiness felt by the body and spirit is just the short-sightedness of mortals. Brutal killing and destruction are only temporary power. Nothing will stay stagnant forever. All life will also perish. Only change will last forever.
The long years have confirmed this fact. The "Purple Hand" has witnessed the end of countless cults, but it is still alive and will always exist.
Among the Chaos Cults that have been made public in the Imperium, none has been more stubborn than the Purple Hand. They may have been powerful enough to threaten the Imperium, or they may have dominated in secret for centuries.
But in the end, only the black and purple hand was passed down.
The word "calm" is rarely associated with the followers of the Blood God. The Scarlet Skulls, one of the most powerful cults on the dark side of the empire, is an exception.
The overly reckless Blood God Cults all disappeared one by one in the witch hunters' encirclement and suppression. If one blindly embraces the rage and hatred bestowed upon the mortal world by the Blood God, the lost will eventually become like plankton, short-lived and insignificant.
New Blood God cults are born almost every day, and they often only exist for a few hours - the city guards are not there to eat and do nothing.
There are only a handful of cults that can be passed down secretly for a long time like the Scarlet Skull and develop believers among the upper echelons of the empire.
Martial warriors, eager avengers, soldiers dissatisfied with the status quo, veterans unaccustomed to peace, they are like members bestowed by the Blood God to the Scarlet Skull.
Although they cannot always put their bloodlust on the table, every member of the Scarlet Skull firmly believes that they will always win.
For now, those of the small Legion that had responded to the call to kill, blocked from their path by the lunatics of the Cult of Nurgle, considered it only a minor setback.
They will crush the so-called "Tilian Society", and nothing will stand in their way, and after feeding the Skull Seat with the blood of the pagans, even the target designated for them by the Cowardly Crow will not be able to escape.
Before they return, every creature that comes into their sight must surrender its head.
Following the orders sent by Dr. Festus through letters, the Tirian Society no longer clashed with the Hand of Asclepius, but this did not mean that they would not be involved in inexplicable disputes.
It is estimated that only the Blood God himself knows why this group of lunatics attacked. At first, a passing doctor was involved in the dispute between the two sides. After the member of the "Hand of Asclepius" was chopped into pieces by the horned beast and a small piece of forest was flattened, the unlucky passerby became the next target of the Blood God's believers.
Fortunately, the doctors were mixed in with the caravans and convoys, preparing to return to Altdorf to study new diseases.
After the mortals were knocked to the ground by the sudden encounter, one doctor after another was forced to fight.
The doctors could not just sit back and watch their companions suffer, so when the main force of the "Scarlet Skull" arrived, dozens of well-trained plague warlocks were waiting for them.
The chaos was not enough. Shelent almost stopped caring about the so-called "Chosen Ones". He found that this group of followers of the Blood God were quite useful. With the current trend, when local conflicts evolved into local wars, they would also attract brutal suppression from the Church of Yurik.
The speakers he left in the city should have already begun inciting the "Millennialists", and some frustrated businessmen and lower-class people should have been seduced by the tempting vision and joined the upcoming march.
For the “Masters of Change,” a parade without riots is incomplete.
When the march turned into a riot and Middenheim fell into complete chaos, the opportunity that the "Red Crown" had been waiting for came.
If other religious orders take the opportunity to intensify the mutiny, the Beastmen and Chaos Warriors hidden by the Red Crown under Middenheim will be put to use. They should come out to stretch their muscles and preferably cause serious damage to the walls of Middenheim.
But the legacy of a demigod is tempting after all, and Shelent cannot resist this temptation. This is an opportunity promised by Tzeentch. There is no doubt that he must seize the opportunity.
If he could take the opportunity to upgrade... Shelent stared at the yellow-green smoke exploding in the distance. Now he thought the pagans of the Nurgle Cult had good looks.
He has served Tzeentch diligently for hundreds of years. The time has come for him to achieve eternity. He will ascend to heaven as a god, live in the same room with the immortal gods, and serve by the side of the Supreme Sorcerer.
Who can resist this temptation?
The "Red Crown" always believed that violent change was the best way to serve the Supreme God, but they never succeeded, even in Altdorf - the local people were very enthusiastic about riots, there were speeches in the taverns every day, and the salaries of the city guards in Altdorf were higher than other places.
Apart from the brainless Blood God Cult, the members of the Bright Light Cult could not think of anyone willing to deal with them. The "Red Crown" could be described as an extreme individual among extremists.
They are a loose group, but every grain of sand has the intention to provoke a bloody march, and they often take actual action. In any case, in the records of the Mingguang Sect, the "Red Crown" has never succeeded.
The same is true this time.
One of the eleven commanders of the All-Seeing Ring, the head of the Bright Light Sect in the northern part of the empire, just glanced at the expedited intelligence and carelessly threw it into the trash can.
He didn't even want to bother Master Da Ming Guang about this, it was too ridiculous.
Oh, he still had things to do. Before the "Red Crown" made things worse, he had to clean up the sect's assets in Middenheim to prevent them from being affected by unexpected disasters in the future.
As for the intelligence of other religious groups? He didn't care either. Every few decades, a large number of underground organizations would surface. Instead of caring about their self-destructive actions, it would be better to develop more artists, engineers, and nobles as members.
(End of this chapter)
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