mtl008 Chapter 466 Questioning
Chapter 466 Questioning
Before being engulfed by the explosion, Fan Wei suddenly remembered something he had forgotten to ask.
What do the gangs want with the corpse?
This raises a question that arose from what I had seen before: how could a gang in the inner streets pay money to buy the bodies of civilians?
In other places, Fan Wei might think this has something to do with the amazing Gundam industry in some other place, but the capital city has no shortage of such things.
If the Mind Machine can mass-produce hybrids, what use are mere corpses?
Now the answer has finally been revealed: these were all sold to cults as raw materials for spellcasting!
The Blood Demons have always wielded considerable influence in the capital. I had heard before that they were a persistent problem that plagued this vast empire.
The demon cultists caused countless destructions until the Blood Demon was tricked and used as a stepping stone for Antira's ascension to godhood, at which point the 'tainted blood' crisis finally subsided.
However, even a centipede, though dead, does not fall down.
Even after the demons were punished, the Crimson Order still existed, but it became much more low-key and went underground.
Fan Wei had only been in the capital for a short time when he was attacked by them. He stepped into a trap and fell into the End of the World. If it weren't for his good fortune and the help of the system, he might have been trapped there and died, eating fruit with Uncle Caggins.
In a flash, a violent explosion swept across the entire street.
This is the power of a large number of human bombs. In order to ambush Fan Wei, the Blood Cult members captured and reformed all the residents of the street. They were extremely crazy!
The loud noise that echoed across the capital city was once again suppressed by the north wind.
The crimson mist crystallized and slowly fell. On the surrounding rooftops that had not collapsed, people wearing red robes were already standing, and bald monks guarded all sides.
No one thought Misr Van would be taken down so easily.
He was one of the culprits who participated in sabotaging the Lord's coming plan and causing the Lord's fall!
The former gang leader, 'Giant Man,' was also in the Blood Cult.
He was originally a subordinate of the demon cultists, but after receiving the power of the Blood Demon and training from the cult, he became one of the leaders of the inner street. Fan Wei was right to have noticed something was wrong with him before.
Whoosh—a sound of flames burning came like a strong wind.
The cultists' pupils contracted simultaneously as they saw a strange change occurring in the center of the blurry blood mist.
The scarlet mist swirled into a vortex, its center rapidly expanding, radiating a brilliant crimson light, while chunks of flesh on the ground sizzled as if bouncing like insects.
The quietly spreading flames, carrying waves of heat, engulfed them, and an eerie, frenzied atmosphere filled with the smell of gunpowder drifted up.
Boom! A torrent of flames swept away the crimson blood, the flames of war distorting and howling the air itself.
Before the Blood Cultists could react, a black and red line suddenly appeared, sweeping across them in an instant. Amidst confusion and excruciating pain, a large number of cultists were severed from their chests.
One is divided into two, two are divided into four, four are divided into eight!
The concept of cutting seemed to have penetrated their bodies. The regenerative power that the flesh-and-blood curse was so proud of was swiftly annihilated. In just a few seconds, a large number of people were reduced to blood and flesh! Dead beyond any hope of survival!
Amidst raging flames, a tall figure emerged from the intense heat, carrying a much shorter, thinner girl.
It was Fan Wei with a cold and angry expression!
"What are you still looking at?" A bald monk who was staring in disbelief suddenly heard a seductive voice behind him. He turned around and was shot through the head.
The tip of the spear exploded into a spiral-shaped thorn, drawing the red light from the monk and returning it to its owner.
Compared to Fan Wei's tough resistance, the agile and violent Meggie Caro jumped out of the explosion from the very beginning, eager to start a killing spree!
How dare they ambush her! They must be tired of living!
Even though she was mentally prepared, Meigecaro was still taken aback by the power Fan Wei displayed.
To withstand such a massive blood explosion without sustaining any injury and even protecting a burden, just how powerful must one's body be? And the fame of the Flames of War and the True Overlord's Battle Aura is known to everyone in the capital!
"Damn it!" the executioner muttered to herself. "Is this some kind of crown prince?"
Even if someone appears to be from out of town and has an extremely dubious background, if they possess divine power, they must have a close relationship with a temple or royal family. Furthermore, possessing two...
You're back here to run for emperor, aren't you?!
While Meghan was terrified, she suddenly became excited, even to the point that her eyes turned red! If she could sleep with the future emperor, that would be absolutely amazing!
Driven to extreme excitement by her own fantasies, the executioner lady went on a killing spree with even greater fervor!
This caused great distress to the surrounding Blood Cult members. They were originally sent out as elites to hunt, but suddenly they became the prey in the battle royale.
"Are you the emperor?"
"Pah, are you a prince?" The two reunited while fighting, and the characteristic of the flames of war growing stronger with each battle also took effect on their teammates. As soon as they met, Meigecaro excitedly asked Fan Wei.
“No, I have no connection with the imperial family,” Fan Wei explained.
But all I got in return was a look that said, "Stop pretending."
Okay, I won't explain anymore. Faced with the cultists' inhumane practices of treating lives as disposable objects, Fan Wei was completely enraged. He was determined to wipe these guys out!
"Scatter, run!" The Blood Order reacted quickly.
Upon discovering that Misr Van's strength had increased dramatically in a short period of time, exceeding the original plan, the leading monk immediately issued the order to flee.
The panicked surviving believers immediately scattered in all directions.
People were occasionally ambushed and killed, but the inner streets, being a haven for filth and a stronghold for cult members, quickly dispersed among the crowds and buildings and disappeared.
As Fan Wei relentlessly pursued the cultists down a street, he found that they were no longer among the crowd.
Perception becomes extremely difficult in a chaotic environment, not to mention that these evil forces that are playing guerrilla warfare with the Temple of War have a strong ability to disguise themselves.
Dust wasn't worried, she had already made a wish that all these enemies would eventually be wiped out by Misr Van!
This wish will be fulfilled within the time she expects, and then it will be the hero's time to shine!
"Have you seen any strange-looking people wearing red robes running past here?" Fan Wei asked a resident of the inner street next to him.
"I don't know," the resident replied listlessly.
"Ha." Megecarlo brandished her spear, a flash of cold light, piercing the resident's collar and lifting him up. "Dare to lie to us? We just ran over there, how could you not know!"
"I don't know, I don't know!"
The residents were filled with fear, but their voices remained numb and repetitive.
Fan Wei sighed, "Never mind, he's probably terrified. Let's put him down."
After persuading Meghan Caro not to make any personal threats and leaving her a few copper coins as compensation for the damaged clothing, Fan Wei hurriedly continued his pursuit.
After the three men left, the resident who had been questioned collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat.
He looked at the copper coin in his hand, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. Then he clenched his fist, raised it high above his head, and murmured bitterly, "Great Blood Lord, please save me!"
"Please save me!!"
The follow-up tracking was still not going smoothly.
Fan Wei and his team asked around, but not a single resident provided any clues. Even offering money as a bribe was useless. Even the most oblivious person would have noticed something was wrong.
Looking around, the keen-nosed Megekalo suddenly kicked down a door, grabbed a simple statue from inside, and smashed it in the middle of the road.
Upon closer inspection, Fan Wei discovered that it was clearly the mark of the Blood Demon.
“We’ve infiltrated a cult’s lair! This place is full of devilish followers.” Meghan karou coldly brandished her gun, sneering at a group of residents standing by the roadside.
"Die, all of you!"
She brandished her weapon, ready to fulfill her previous declaration of massacre! But Fan Wei stopped her once again.
"What are you doing? You can't even kill demon cultists?"
Meigeka was puzzled. Fan Wei remained silent, his dark eyes sweeping over the numb faces before he asked the residents, "The Lord of Blood is a demon; those who believe in him will only have their souls devoured."
"Don't you know?"
Even the most foolish person should be sensitive to their own life. The Temple of War has publicized the dangers of demons quite a bit; at the very least, everyone should be familiar with it.
Why would anyone still worship demons?
A voice answered Fan Wei. It was an old man, a rare sight on the inner street. His clothes were full of holes that no one had mended, and his face was etched with the marks of loss and grief.
"We know, sir..."
The old man raised his dull, numb eyes. "But I don't ask the devil."
"Who will save us?"