Chapter 550: The Call in the Lidayat Valley

At midnight, Crown tiptoed back to his bedroom.

"You've hardly had any rest these days. Are you working so hard?"

Eliza's resentful voice sounded. Since the incident in Lordaeron, her husband rarely came back at night.

Even if he comes back to rest, he will leave after sleeping for an hour or two at most.

Klauen sat down on the bed, stroked his wife's face, and sighed slightly:

"I couldn't stop because my spiritual sense warned me."

He hasn't told anyone this information yet, for fear of causing unnecessary panic.

Eliza sat up suddenly, her eyes widened: "Warning?!"

In the world of extraordinary people, omens transmitted through spiritual perception are very effective and will inevitably be taken seriously.

My husband is already an eighth-level extraordinary creature. Any danger he poses to me would mean doom for others.

“Yes, there were warnings a few months ago, but the danger is not great.

I couldn't detect the source of danger, so I wanted to be more prepared.

But you don't have to worry. I feel a warning every three to five days, but recently the sense of danger has become weaker and weaker.

This shows that my current efforts have paid off, and I will definitely be able to protect you and Shattrath."

With every improvement in the Golden Light Curse, the sense of danger faded a little, and he enjoyed the feeling of continuous growth.

Eliza breathed a sigh of relief, and her anxious heart slowly calmed down: "How can we help you?"

The entire Ming Cult seemed to not have much support for her husband. After the evil god appeared, it was always killed by her husband alone, and the church only played a small role, which made her feel guilty.

“You have done a great job and it has been a big help to me.

The church is already on the right track. In fact, seriously speaking, if the integration of the two worlds can be delayed for 10 to 20 years, perhaps we won’t have to fear the coming of evil gods.”

If there was such a long buffer period, Clown would be confident that he could kill most of the resurrected evil gods in the material world.

By then, the church's series of plans will also bear fruit, and various cities will be able to cope with the violent impact of the laws.

He leaned forward, put his mouth close to his wife's ear, and whispered, "I have a crazy plan that requires the cooperation of a sixth-level transcendent.

You must work hard to improve your strength. You can take any spiritual medicine you want and raise your life essence and soul strength to the peak of the sixth level as quickly as possible."

Research on restoring the Saint Crystal into a non-directional force of faith is also ongoing. At that time, he will need people with suitable conditions to cooperate in the experiment to try whether it is possible to "create a god".

If possible, the material world will usher in a new era.

The voice was so soft, but it sounded like thunder to Eliza's ears.

This crazy plan required the cooperation of a sixth-order transcendent. These two key points made her vaguely understand her husband's plan. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement: "You, you have mastered a way to achieve the Stigma Gold?!"

"It's just a basic idea, and it's still a long way from being realized. Please don't disclose this to anyone."

Crown paused and asked again:

"How's Charles doing?"

“Very good, his growth is steady and rapid.

The spiritual concentration of the world is further increasing, and Charles's life source is approaching the third level peak."

As the only bloodline of the gods, Charles also shoulders the "heavy responsibility" of spreading the bloodline. The number of people in the Golden Family cannot be small, otherwise it is likely to be lost in the long river of time.

The Lidayat Mountains are located at the border between the Kingdom of Arathi and the Kingdom of Namya. The mountains are steep and undulating, and there are countless dense forests and valleys.

The environment inside was terrible. One second it felt hot and humid as if you were in a volcanic hot spring, and the next moment there were lightning, thunder, howling winds, and icy and bone-chilling rain falling.

The hinterland of the mountain range is shrouded in thick fog all year round and has always been a sparsely populated place. But now the thick fog and gray fog combine to make it seem like a Jedi.

On the outskirts of the mountain range, a team of elite extraordinary people from the Church of the Sun God was taking shelter from the rain in a cave. There were ten members in total, all of them were of the silver rank.

The original owner of the cave was a hairless black bear covered with pustules. Now its dead body was thrown more than ten meters outside the cave entrance.

Korovia Karl looked at the heavy rain outside with a grim expression and frowned.

Behind him, the flames of the campfire danced, and the other team members were drying clothes and chatting in low voices.

"Captain, my clothes are already dry, you can go and dry them."

The short Raul came over and spoke softly.

Korovia nodded, sighed softly, removed his leather armor and clothes, revealing his scarred and muscular body. Wearing heavy metal armor seemed too cumbersome when performing missions in the mountains.

A few days ago, the church lost contact with several outposts in the mountains, and they and several other teams were ordered to investigate.

Their team discovered traces left behind by the enemy's retreat. Because time was urgent, they released carrier pigeons to report the situation and immediately chased after them.

The situation in the mountains was too complicated, and now it was raining heavily, so their clues might be lost.

"Captain, what are the outposts that have lost contact defending against?"

A burly man with a full beard asked, the outside world is now filled with gray fog, and everyone wants to hide in the city. The outpost is in a remote location and is not worth staying here unless it has other important meanings.

Korovia was silent for a while, then said, “Almost all mountains are inhabited by mountain dwellers. These people have lived in the mountains for generations and rarely interact with the outside world.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Holy War broke out and a large number of evil gods invaded our world. "

“Those ignorant mountain folks had no powerful gods to protect them, and were easily bewitched by the evil gods and turned into believers.

That holy war ended with the victory of mankind, and the remaining cultists returned to the mountains.

The purpose of the outpost is to guard against the movements of the cultists."

As a fifth-rank priest, Korovia knew much more than the rest of the team. Now traces of the evil god's minions had reappeared in several mountains within the church's jurisdiction, which was not a good sign.

"Captain, what is our mission?"

The bearded man asked, this mission was actually related to cultists, which made things very tricky. Those lunatics who believed in evil gods were more difficult to deal with than the monsters and evil spirits in the gray fog.

The Lidayat Mountains have always been a restricted area for humans. It is said that no one has ever walked out of the core area alive.

“Our mission is to locate the cultists’ activity areas as much as possible and provide intelligence for the church’s subsequent plans.

This rain has caused great obstacles to our actions. Let's see if we can still find any traces left by the cultists after the rain stops.

If all traces are covered up, we will temporarily withdraw from the mountains and wait for the Archbishop's order."

The other members of the team breathed a sigh of relief. It was too uncomfortable to trek in the gray fog. They always felt that there were several pairs of eyes staring at them not far away. This feeling became stronger as they went deeper into the mountains.

The bearded man laughed and said, "I'm curious about the state of these cultists now. They feel like burning charcoal."

The outpost was burned by flames and they saw a pair of huge footprints.

These footprints look like human feet magnified twice. There are no shoes on, and the shapes of the dead leaves burned by fire can be clearly seen.

"The cultists have different physical characteristics depending on the evil gods they believe in. It is said that those who believe in the Lord of R'lyeh have gills growing on their faces, and some humans who believe in evil gods that look like tree demons have branches growing out of their bodies."

The team members chatted, and the rain outside gradually stopped. Korovia put on his dry clothes, put on his leather armor, and stood up: "Guys, let's go."

They lit special torches and walked out of the cave. The diffuse gray fog seemed to be afraid of the light of the torches and retreated, leaving a gap of about ten meters in radius.

"Captain, the enemy's traces have not been erased by the heavy rain and can still be seen."

Raul exclaimed, and a puddle appeared under his feet, and burnt leaves could be seen.

Korovia quickened his pace and walked over, then after a careful inspection, he followed the direction of the footprints and found the next footprint.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He pondered for a while, took out his pocket watch, looked at it and said:

"Keep tracking forward, and retreat after four hours regardless of whether there is any progress or not."

For the safety of the team members, they should not go too deep into this dangerous place. After tracking for another four hours, they exceeded the planned task.

It is too disadvantageous to fight in a place where the cultists have lived for generations. It is not too late to make plans after the enemy leaves the mountains.

"Yes, sir." The bearded man also took out his pocket watch and took a look at it.

The team continued to move forward, following the footprints left by the enemy through the dense mountains and forests.

About two hours later, Korovia vaguely heard some sound.

After walking for a few more minutes, he immediately stopped and shouted, "Everyone, cheer up. We are not far from the enemy. Put out the torches."

He heard the rough beat of drums, mixed with frantic shouts.

After the torches were extinguished, gray fog immediately spread up and clung to people's bodies.

The team members used breathing techniques or holy power to drive the gray fog away by more than ten centimeters.

As silver-level transcendents, their field of vision can be maintained at four or five meters in the gray fog, which is barely enough for marching.

The drum beats became faster and faster, and the shouts merged into one and reached the ears.

"Ha, ha" the fanatical and rapid sounds were getting louder and louder.

Korovia walked ahead cautiously. He saw the gray fog taking on a scarlet color, just like the red moon that had descended before.

He found that the gray fog was becoming thinner and thinner, and finally he entered an area where there was no gray fog at all. Below the mountains, flames shot up into the sky, and fanatical shouts were deafening.

Korovia stopped, gestured to the players behind him, and then he began to crawl forward.

Quietly sticking his head out to look down at the small valley, he saw hundreds of tall, naked humans twisting their bodies wildly around a campfire, shouting in a language he could not understand.

I don’t know what was added to the bonfire. Although there was not much firewood, the flames could jump out more than ten meters high and disperse the gray fog over such a large area.

In addition, there were several humanoid creatures covered in black and burning with flames, beating giant white drums with all their might. The amazing thing was that these drums were also burning with flames, but it did not affect the sound at all.

These fire men are five or six meters tall, and the drumsticks they hold are huge bone sticks.

The other team members also climbed up and stuck their heads out to look at this group of primitive people.

A flaming man without a drum raised his arms, and the crazy drumming and fanatical shouting came to an abrupt end.

The transition from extreme noise to extreme silence was so abrupt that it made Korovia and others feel very uncomfortable.

The fire man who was suspected to be the leader turned his back to the crowd, faced the campfire with his arms outstretched, and began to chant in a crazy smoky voice.

This time it spoke in Hermetic, and Korovia understood what it said.

"Gone but not forgotten, Cthugha of Fomalhaut, we make a death promise to you! Burn this unclean world with flames, and let all things be reborn in the flames! Come, Cthugha!"

It was a ritual to summon the evil god, what should I do? Korovia's pupils suddenly shrank. He wanted to rush down to stop the cultists' crazy behavior, but after carefully feeling the cultists' breath, he immediately gave up.

"Go, leave quickly."

Since we cannot stop it, we should not stay here for long. We should report to the church as soon as possible.

The fire man continued to pray for the coming of the evil god with his aria, and the Korovia team moved nimbly through the forest. As they were well-trained, they tried their best to avoid making any loud noises.

After the flame man finished chanting three times, he let out a loud roar, and the other flame men once again beat the flame drum desperately, and the shouts of other cultists followed.

There was not a breath of wind, but the bonfire was swaying wildly, as if it was pregnant with something.

Suddenly, the swaying of the bonfire stopped for a moment, and then the flames surged, leaping up to thirty or forty meters high.

The bonfire went out, and the flames floated in the air and gathered into a huge fireball, shining far brighter than before.

It seemed as if a small sun rose in the valley, and thousands of small light balls clustered around the fireball like orbiting satellites.

The obscure spiritual fluctuations emitted by the fireball filled the valley. The flames on the fire men became even stronger. Similar flames were ignited on the bodies of the ordinary cultists, and their howls filled with joy resounded throughout the valley.

The bodies of these people grew in the flames, becoming larger and larger, and finally grew to five or six meters tall.

Immediately afterwards, everything in the valley was set on fire, and soon it turned into a land of lava.

Ten small balls of light flew down from the fireball, and Cthugha's spiritual fluctuations were instilled into the minds of all the flame people: "My people, pagans have just spied on this sacred land. Follow my messenger to capture them and bring them back to me, and let them sacrifice to me."

It sensed the faint aura left behind by Korovia and the others, which reminded it of the distant memories from the previous era.

Apollo, are they your followers? Their souls are mine now.

It was once summoned here by believers, and a fierce battle took place between the believers and the Church of the Sun God.

Later, a war between gods took place, and Apollo personally took part in it.

Unfortunately, it only sent down a few projections into this world. Except for one projection that was able to return to its original body, the other projections were all killed by the Sun God.

A hundred fire men followed the floating ball of light and rushed out, bloodthirsty and crazy howls rising one after another.

(End of this chapter)