The area inside the cave was quite large, about two and a half meters high and three meters wide. Kerosene lamps hung on the walls on both sides, barely illuminating the dark cave.
After walking forward for about ten meters, there was a turn to the left, and at that turn, Silas smelled a pungent stench.
"It's a good thing I have this priest's special mask; otherwise, the smell would probably directly poison me," Silas frowned, his expression deeply displeased.
Silas, who liked to enjoy himself, deeply abhorred this kind of filthy environment.
"Damn guys, I'm going to kill you all, you trash. If you weren't causing trouble here, I wouldn't have run here to suffer!"
Continuing forward for about seven hundred meters, Silas heard a series of low prayers.
Hearing this, Silas gathered his spirit, tightened his grip on his staff, and casually took out a bottle of silver-grey powder.
In a mystical duel, this stuff could effectively disrupt the sequencing of mystical spiritual energy.
Gradually advancing while sticking to the wall, the air began to become humid, and there was yellowish water like pus on the ground, which was very disgusting.
Carefully arriving at the corner, Silas poked his head out, sticking to the wall.
Instantly, he felt his stomach churn. He abruptly turned his head and cast a Mantra of Serenity on himself.
"These damn bastards!" Silas's anger had risen to its limit.
Within this corridor was a somewhat spacious hall.
The middle of the hall was recessed, like a large cauldron, with strange runes carved around the edges.
And in this recessed area, there were a large number of corpses.
There were men and women, old and young, at least fifty of them.
These corpses were covered in strange runes. Around them were blood of unknown origin, animal organs, and mystical materials, including moon orchid, Hwa Yue incense, red carnation, and other things mixed together.
Although it was a mystical ritual, the scene was truly too disgusting, disgusting enough to almost make Silas vomit.
At the edge, there were seven people kneeling quietly, clasping their hands together, seemingly praying for something.
Taking a deep breath, Silas opened his Spirit Vision and looked again.
"The runes around are basic Keynes runes, with iron, silver, earth, water, air, stone. This should be related to some kind of necromancy. They should be summoning something, not researching some kind of immortality potion."
His eyes fixed on that disgusting pile of corpses, Silas knew Bieber was probably in grave danger.
Ringing the bell again, the mystical waves spread outwards.
Then, the internal situation of the entire cave appeared in his mind.
Where he was was the only exit here. Inside this hall were two corridors leading to the back, and at the end of the two corridors were two relatively spacious rooms.
And in one of those rooms, there were two people.
Judging from the description of the sound waves, one was tall, and one was short.
"Height of about one meter fifty… Could Bieber not be dead yet?" Silas suddenly opened his eyes, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.
"There is also an adult inside. Judging from the positions of the two, they should be saying something, and they won't come out for now. Then…"
Silas exhaled a cold breath and, with his body leaning against the wall, silently walked past.
"Who!?" There seemed to be some kind of warning system here. The moment Silas entered, the cultist near this side suddenly turned his head to look.
The instant he turned his head, the longsword in Silas's hand suddenly swung, transforming into a chain sword. With a whooshing sound, it accurately wrapped around his neck.
Swish!
Blood spurted, and the head was separated from the body.
At this moment, the remaining five people immediately reacted, standing up with ferocious expressions and rushing towards Silas without a word.
"Fanatics!?" Silas raised an eyebrow, with a flick of his wrist. The chain sword, like a nimble snake, changed direction and wrapped around the first fanatic.
However, Silas had underestimated the fanatic's fervor.
The fanatic, his flesh being torn and bloody, actually grabbed the chain sword wrapped around his body. He used his arm bones to firmly block the joint of the chain sword and roared, "For the God of Death!"
In this instant, Silas's chain sword was firmly blocked and could not be retracted.
"What a madman!" Silas cursed and immediately let go.
At this time, three fanatics holding daggers had already rushed in front of him. They bared their teeth, their expressions crazy, and attacked Silas wildly.
"For the God of Death!"
"Indeed it's the Death Cult!" Silas thought, his body quickly retreating while his hands clasped together.
Dong!
A bell sound audible to the ear suddenly rang out.
"Bathe in the bell sound!" Silas said, his arms suddenly spread open as if embracing something. Then, he pushed forward violently.
The next second, flesh flew, and miserable screams rang out.
Invisible blades passed through, cutting the bodies of these three fanatics into a bloody mess, as if they had just been brutally sliced.
Before Silas could breathe a sigh of relief, two arrows suddenly shot out from the corner on the left.
Silas, without turning his head, easily blocked these two weak arrows with an Evening Bell's Blessing.
"Comrades! Rise up!" At this moment, the old man who had been hiding in the back roared. The five cultists who had just been killed by Silas actually stood up again, reaching out their hands to grab Silas.
"You have entered the domain of the God of Death. We are immortal here!" The old man's expression was arrogant at this moment.
Silas sneered. "You say that as if it's true!"
Saying this, he casually took out a handful of silver-grey powder and scattered it on the five corpses.
Instantly, the five corpses stiffened and fell to the ground again.
"What!?" The old man's eyes widened upon seeing this.
Silas stepped over the corpses and said calmly, "These little tricks are alright for scaring ordinary people. Do you really think this stuff is effective when facing a true mystic?"
While speaking, the archer in the corner was still constantly shooting arrows. With continuous shots, he actually shattered Silas's Evening Bell's Blessing.
Silas was somewhat irritated, suddenly turned his head, glared at the archer in the shadows, and shouted, "Get out!"
The archer, upon hearing this sound, also heard an indescribably terrible sound in his ears.
Ahhhh! The archer threw down his bow and arrows, clutched his head with both hands, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and ran out like a madman.
"This… this…" The old man's expression was incredibly horrified as he leaned against the rock wall, his face pale.
Silas had no time to chat with him and rushed forward in one stride, knocking him unconscious with a punch.
He still had things he needed to ask and couldn't kill them all.
At this moment, footsteps came from the corridor on the inside.
"What's all the noise? Did someone go crazy again? Have those soldiers deal with it!" A gloomy, hoarse voice came with the footsteps.
Silas looked up and happened to see a gaunt middle-aged man wearing only underwear, his upper body bare, walking out.
"Damn it!" Seeing this gaunt middle-aged man, Silas immediately turned gloomy.
And this middle-aged man was greatly horrified upon seeing the scene, "Who are you!?"
Silas rushed forward, punched him unconscious, and rushed into the room inside.
When he came to that room and glanced at it, he couldn't bear to turn his head away.
In the room, a naked teenager was tied to a chair, his entire body covered in wounds and teeth marks.
The teenager's delicate face was painted with heavy makeup, like a girl's.
And from the teenager's wide eyes and unmoving chest, Silas knew the teenager was already dead.
He recognized that middle-aged man; his name was Pete Litt. He had seen him once when he had just joined the Death Cult.
And during the subsequent investigation, he had seen this guy's files.
He had severe pedophilia and also a very perverted necrophilia…