“Go up,” Tomon told Lin Mo. “The targets are all at the top of the mountain.”
They reined in their horses halfway up the mountain and passed through a narrow, winding passage. Suddenly, a terrifying sight appeared before them—a bushy brown warhorse, as if nailed to a sharpened stake, stood upright.
Clearly, the other party had meticulously set up such traps at each entrance.
However, what's puzzling is that the warhorse doesn't seem to want to enter this place; rather, it seems to be struggling to escape. There's not a trace of the rider anywhere around.
A sense of foreboding welled up in Lin Mo's heart. He knew that there must be more horse carcasses inside, and perhaps even more gruesome scenes awaited them.
He had never seen such a bizarre and terrifying sight—pink snow covering the ground, as if stained with blood.
A biting north wind howled around him, constantly tugging at his heavy white sheepskin cloak with a piercing sound. A flock of crows circled overhead, occasionally flapping their wings and landing on the already dead horses, pecking at their flesh.
"Is Zhao Yue'er really Zhao Zhilan?" Lin Mo wondered. "If not, then where is Zhao Zhilan now?"
The cold blood crackled and splintered beneath the boots with a piercing "crunch".
The servant carefully parted the horses, meticulously searching the chaotic scene, trying to find a clue. His movements were both cautious and decisive, leaving no detail overlooked.
Just then, Lin Mo's gaze suddenly froze. He was surprised to find a familiar figure, or rather, the remains of a familiar figure.
The body lay silently in the mud, its half-frozen blood staining the area around it a dark red. His face was blurred, but Lin Mo could still recognize the once-familiar outline.
An indescribable grief and anger welled up inside me.
"Tang Feng..."
"What are you doing?" Zhao Yue'er appeared beside Lin Mo, looking at him with curious eyes. "You... you're crying?"
“Cry? How could I!” Lin Mo retorted instinctively.
"No? Then why are you feeling sad here?" Zhao Yue'er pressed.
Such a question clearly struck Lin Mo as unbelievable.
If she were Zhao Zhilan, how could she say such a thing?
"Would I accidentally let something slip in front of the servants of the gods?" Lin Moxin thought to himself.
His face trembled with emotion; the snow kept falling, making it difficult for him to concentrate.
"What are you talking about?" Tormont rode up. "Hey, Lin Mo, why do you have that expression?"
"Damn, is it that obvious?" Lin Mo couldn't help but think, "No, I need to control my emotions from now on!"
"Ha, it's no big deal!" Tomon laughed. "It's understandable that you're upset because your former brothers are dead! But I want to ask you, do you know how many of them there were?"
Lin Mo's throat was dry. "I...I'm not sure!" he stammered. "There were probably around two hundred people, disciples of Xuanhua Palace..."
"It seems they've come out in full force!" Tormon said. "That's good, saves us the trouble of breaking the rules and going into the mortal realm to find them!"
As he spoke, Tomon turned to look at the other servants, "How many horses did you find in total?"
“About a hundred!” the tall goddess servant replied. “There are also dead horses to the east, under the snow, which I didn’t count.”
As she spoke, she sighed, exhaling frosty breath from her nostrils. "It's strange, there are only horse carcasses, but no corresponding people."
"Yes, they all disappeared without us even lifting a finger. It's really strange!" Yin Ban said, puzzled.
"Didn't they make a move?" Lin Mo was even more surprised. "Then what exactly happened here?"
Tormon scoffed, "What's so strange about that? They most likely performed that ritual!"
"That ceremony?" Lin Mo asked subconsciously.
“Yes, that sacrificial ritual!” Tomon replied, “to gather all their power together in an attempt to awaken their god…”
"Huh?" Lin Mo frowned. "According to the rules of the high-level gods, each race's god reigns for a period of time, and must remain in a state of slumber for the rest of the time. To secretly wake up during the middle of the night is a blatant violation!"
Tomon looked up at the darkening sky. "I really hope to fight their gods," he said. "Only a strong opponent can prove our worth! The weather is getting colder. Yinban, send your men to scout the surrounding area, just in case there are still their people attacking."
Then he had the burly goddess servant send someone to bring the message back to the holy city.
"Lin Mo, I also have a task for you. You and Zhao Yue'er will set off at dawn to the temple of the Faceless God. If they want to awaken the Faceless God, they need a powerful vessel."
"Your mission is to destroy those vessels as quickly as possible before they do!" Tormon said.
"Isn't it said that you can only prove your worth if your opponent is strong enough? Now I have to stop them from coming..." Lin Mo thought to himself.
It seems that with their strength, Tomon and his companions could barely manage to fight against one or two Faceless Gods.
“We will rest here,” Tormont announced, his breath freezing the air. “Tomorrow morning, we will each set off on our own!”
~~~
On that pitch-black night, the moonlight seemed to be swallowed up by the dark clouds, disappearing without a trace. Yet, the sky was unusually clear, like a deep black velvet cloth studded with twinkling stars.
Lin Mo looked up and saw countless stars, as if he were in a dreamlike sea of stars.
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