After crossing this mountain ridge, Silas looked down and vaguely saw some lights.
Beyond the mountain ridge was not a downhill slope, but a relatively gentle mountainside.
The vegetation on the mountainside was quite lush, but there seemed to be some traces of man-made destruction in the middle.
The light was transmitted through these densely growing woods.
"That should be it," Silas thought, but he became even more cautious.
The closer he got, the more likely there were to be traps and alarms.
At this moment, Silas rang the bell again, using the sound waves to ascertain the surrounding situation.
"They are all physical traps and alarms; there are no mystical spells or magic circles. Did they forget to set them up?"
Opening his eyes, although somewhat puzzled, he still quickened his pace.
Carefully bypassing those traps that would trigger alarms, Silas spent fifteen minutes passing through the woods and saw a relatively steep cliff.
And below the cliff, he saw the cave Cody had mentioned.
The cave was not large. From a general look, it was naturally formed, but some traces of artificial excavation could also be seen.
Outside the cave, two teams of soldiers were patrolling, each team consisting of three people, equipped with firearms.
"Are these guys really trying to break the rules?" Silas frowned.
There were many regulations in the mystical world, and one of the most important was that mystics could not interfere with political power and could not assist the military.
The reason mysticism was mystical was because it was far from the masses and not well known to ordinary people.
If everyone in the world knew about it, then mysticism would no longer be mystical.
"Damn it, when can we rotate back? I'm really sick of this place!" At this moment, a nearby patrol team cursed in a low voice.
Another voice came, "Hang in there. We can go down the mountain tomorrow."
"Those madmen, dealing with stinking corpses every day, are they mystics? And someone goes mad from time to time, needing us to clean up their mess. What kind of damn mystics are these! They act so arrogant towards us every day. I wish I could just shoot him!"
"Don't be impulsive. The Duke seems to be somewhat fed up with them too. Let's just endure it a little longer. When they really research out the drug that can make us soldiers immortal, then we can deal with them as we please."
Hiding nearby, a glint flashed in Silas's eyes. "Duke… should be the lord managing this area. The drug of immortality is the opportunity for their cooperation. But it's truly naive. Immortal soldiers? Everything exchanged has a price. Probably by then, you'll all become like a bunch of zombies."
"Listening to their conversation and considering the surrounding situation, it can be confirmed that the guys inside are not very capable, and there might not even be a single expert-level mystic among them."
To establish such a huge project here, even building a temporary mystical workshop, yet without any mystical warning measures – analyzing from this point, Silas came to two conclusions.
The first was that the people inside were very strong and had ample confidence, so they disdained setting up spiritual energy traps for alarms.
The second was that the mystics inside were all rookies and didn't know how to set up spiritual energy traps or alarm-type magic circles.
And from the conversation between the two soldiers just now, Silas knew that the people inside were not strong. They could lose control and go mad at any time for some reason. Even when their companions went mad, they were unable to handle it and needed the soldiers' help.
And from the soldiers' disdainful tone, it was known that the mystics they had dealt with seemed no different from ordinary people and were killed with a few shots.
"Truly a disgrace to us mystics!" Silas looked disdainful.
Watching the gradually departing soldiers, Silas pondered for a moment. "Since it's confirmed there are no experts here, then there's no need to be reserved. Let's deal with all these guys."
Thinking of this, Silas's eyes turned cold.
"Just now, I still had some scruples about those two, thinking you were just ordinary soldiers following orders. Since it has come to this…" As he thought, the staff in his hand gradually transformed into a sharp longsword. He hunched his waist and quietly approached.
This time, Silas did not intend to use mysticism to solve it.
Although it was confirmed that the mystics inside were not strong, he himself was not a strong person either, and he still didn't know how many people were inside. Since he had decided to deal with all of them, he couldn't waste too many combat resources on these ordinary people.
"Hey! I remember you seemed to have caught a woman who fled from the capital, right? How was it?" the short soldier asked.
The three people in front, still unaware that someone was approaching, continued to talk.
"It was awesome! I heard she was even a noble, delicate skin and tender flesh, her skin so white. Truly worthy of being a woman from the capital," the slightly obese soldier said with a smug expression.
"Damn it, you kid are really lucky. How come I never encounter such good things…" the last, slightly taller soldier said with an envious expression.
"This isn't luck; this is because I'm formidable! You didn't see at that time, I…"
"Wait, something's not right!" Just as the obese soldier was about to boast, the short soldier suddenly interrupted with a nervous expression.
At this moment, the obese soldier also felt something was wrong, because the two discovered that the tall soldier was gone.
"Jack! Where are you?" the obese soldier asked in a low voice.
But no one answered him.
The atmosphere was extremely tense. The two instantly drew their pistols, their expressions alert, while the short soldier took out a flare gun.
Just then, a black shadow flashed past in front ofthe two. Then, the obese soldier only saw a hand grab the short soldier's neck.
The next second, before the short soldier could even let out a scream, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
The March moon gradually rose, its soft moonlight shining through the treetops onto the fallen body of the short soldier.
It could be seen that the short soldier's neck had been pierced, and a large amount of blood was gushing out.
The obese soldier's eyes widened. He raised his pistol and was about to shoot, regardless of anything. It didn't matter if he couldn't hit anyone; he had to attract his companions' attention with the gunshot.
While raising the gun, the obese soldier opened his mouth wide, about to shout.
Smack!
The sound was already at his throat but was stopped by a powerful hand grabbing his cheek, covering his mouth.
This hand's strength was extraordinary; he couldn't even break free.
"Who is this person! How can he have such great strength!" The obese soldier was horrified.
As he struggled with wide eyes, a longsword flashed with a bone-chilling cold light under the moonlight and swung down from above.
The obese soldier felt as if his arm had been electrocuted, and then a sharp pain came from his arm.
This set of movements was executed in one go, taking no more than two seconds, swift and fatal.
In the dark night, a face with a black mask appeared, revealing only a pair of icy blue eyes.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he saw those icy blue eyes burning with two cold ghost fires, like a demon king crawling out from hell.
Instantly, he was scared silly.
Pfft…
Blood spurted. The obese soldier, in terror, was pierced through the heart and died completely.
Gently putting down his body, Silas retracted the sleeve sword in his left hand and quickly moved towards the second group, sticking to the shadows of the woods.
In less than a minute, all the soldiers in the second group were dead. Silas shook the blood from his hand and exhaled.
Kicking the terrified corpse, Silas muttered, "Indeed, I still hate killing. It's too crude. What I want is an elegant deterrent, a look, a sentence that can make people terrified and obey all your commands. That's what befits my status as Pope."