Chapter 174 This Tumor Has Become a Spirit
Xiao Yu's gaze passed over those fanatical believers and disgusting mutant creatures.
In his eyes, there were only two people.
Prince Yu, Xiao Jing.
And there is the elder of the Wugut tribe.
As if sensing his murderous intent, Prince Yu on the altar slowly stopped chanting.
He turned his head, and his once elegant face was now covered with crazy bloodshot and sickly flush.
He saw Xiao Yu and the elite troops with black armor like a forest behind him.
Instead of being frightened, he... smiled.
"Xiao Yu...my good cousin, you are here after all!" His voice became sharp because of excitement.
"What a pity! You're a step too late! The Sacred Heart is about to awaken! When it arrives, all of Dayan will be mine! You! And that damned old emperor! You will all become the humblest dust at the feet of the Sacred Heart!"
"Xiao Jing."
"You colluded with foreign tribes, sacrificed evil objects, and destroyed lives. Each and every one of these actions is a heinous crime worthy of extermination of all nine clans."
"Today, I am not here to see you as your cousin."
His voice suddenly turned cold.
"This king, in compliance with the laws of Great Yan and in the name of all people, comes... to take your head!"
"kill--!!"
At the command, three thousand Black Armored Soldiers, like tigers released from a cage, launched a desperate charge towards the altar with overwhelming murderous intent!
Capital city, official residence of the Censorate.
Mrs. Qian was twirling her Buddhist beads, praying countless times to the moon outside the window: "Bodhisattva, Buddha, please bless me, let my master return safely, and don't run into any evil things again..."
However, her family's Censor Qian, who was well-known in the court and the country for his "stubbornness" and "bad luck", was now proving with his own actions that the fate of some people cannot be changed even by Buddha.
The entire capital was in a state of panic, the city guards were frequently mobilized, and faint shouts of killing could be heard from the west.
As the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate, Censor Qian felt that he had the responsibility and obligation to find out the truth, impeach the treacherous officials, and restore order to the world!
He avoided his wife's eyes, put two cold steamed buns in his pocket, and went out with a heroic look...
Then he got lost.
Anyone with some connections in the capital knew that it was best to keep a low profile tonight, but Censor Qian refused to do so.
He felt that the more dangerous the place was, the greater the secrets it hid!
He followed the horseshoe prints left by a group of hurried city guards and headed west.
As we walked, the official road disappeared.
When they turned into the forest, he followed them in.
Once you dive in, you'll be completely lost.
"How can this be possible!" Censor Qian leaned against an old tree, panting.
His brand new official robe had been torn to pieces by the branches, and there were a few rotten vegetable leaves on his face, making him look very disheveled.
"How can the mountains outside the capital be so chaotic? I'm an official appointed by the imperial court, and yet I have to endure such injustice in this desolate mountain!"
As he was complaining, he suddenly heard a rustling sound of footsteps not far away, mixed with a bird-like conversation that he could not understand.
Censor Qian was startled and crawled behind a big rock, sticking out half of his head to watch secretly.
I saw a few guys wearing black robes, not dressed like people from the Central Plains, escorting a few tied-up civilians and walking hurriedly towards the depths of the forest.
"The Wugut tribe!" Censor Qian's pupils suddenly shrank.
Although he is weak, he still has good eyesight.
The attire of these people is exactly the same as that of the Wugut spies described in the files!
Great! There really is an affair!
Censor Qian instantly felt that he had been exposed, and an unprecedented sense of mission surged in his heart. He decided to quietly follow them, find their lair, and then...
A weak and powerless civil servant, relying on his passion and investigative skills comparable to those of a headless fly, was able to stay far behind the group of Wugut believers.
The Wugut people in front were walking very fast, and Censor Qian was almost dying chasing them.
He didn't know how long he chased them, but he watched those people walk into a dark abandoned mine and disappear.
"Great! The thieves' lair is right here!" Censor Qian rubbed his hands excitedly, feeling that he was about to accomplish an unprecedented feat.
He didn't dare go through the main gate, so he walked around the mine to find another entrance or ventilation hole.
As he searched, the sky grew darker and darker, and he slipped...
"Ouch, hey—"
Censor Qian only had time to let out a brief cry of surprise before he fell headfirst into an abandoned shaft covered with weeds!
“Ahhhhh help—”
In the dark shaft, Censor Qian’s miserable cries echoed.
He was spinning around and fell hard onto a pile of relatively soft soil.
"Ouch... my old waist..." Censor Qian felt like he was about to fall apart, and there was no part of his body that didn't hurt.
He struggled to get up, but it was pitch black all around him, and he couldn't see his hand in front of him.
"What the hell is this place... Is anyone here? Someone, come here! I am..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt something sticky under his feet and smelled a strong smell of blood and decay.
He felt a chill in his heart and dared not move again.
At this moment, he saw a faint red light not far away, and also heard the faint sound of... many people chanting scriptures?
Could it be the exit? Or... the back door to the thieves' lair?
The instinct for survival overcame fear.
Censor Qian no longer cared about the pain, and crawled towards the direction where the red light came from, groping his way forward.
It was a narrow, naturally formed crack in the ground.
Censor Qian took great pains to squeeze his fat body out of the gap.
Then, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
A huge underground cave, blood-colored runes, fanatical believers, the insane Prince Yu, and... that huge, foul-smelling thing in the center of the cave, still beating... a super-large tumor!
Censor Qian's mind went blank with a buzzing sound.
He had read the books of sages and knew that a gentleman should not speak of strange or supernatural things.
But this thing in front of me, it... what on earth is it?!
The bloodiest scene he had ever seen was the blood-stained whip in the prison of the Ministry of Justice. But the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension and shattered his worldview.
At the same time, at the other end of the cave.
"kill--!!"
At Xiao Yu's command, the three thousand Black Armored Army, like a black tide, slammed fiercely into the Black Bone Cultists around the altar and those mutant creatures infected by the Netherworld's aura!
The flash of swords and the shadow of sabers exploded in an instant!
“Puff!”
A soldier of the Black Armor Army raised his sword and chopped off the head of a mutant miner.
But the headless corpse was still waving its claws instinctively!
"Form a formation! Back to back! Don't fight to the end! The target is the altar!" Xuan Yi's voice exploded in the chaotic battlefield.
Xiao Yu took the lead, the long sword in his hand turned into black streaks, and wherever he passed, whether it was the Wugut believers or the mutant creatures, they were all cut in half!
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