Chapter 262
"It's here, the Capital of God, Quiet City." The high priestess waved her hand, and blue flames flickered, lighting up the dark underground.
For the past two days, he had led his men through the secret passage and finally arrived at the hallway of the ruins. Looking around, he was filled with excitement.
After all, the Soundless Cult originated from the elven Lord God, so they worshipped one of the three elven Lord Gods, the Dim Silence Envoy, who they called the God of Soundless.
The language of their cult, or in other words, divine language, was also modeled after the elven language. The hallway of the ruins had obvious traces of elves, which made the Soundless Cult members even more surprised.
"But why do I feel like someone has already been here?" The Grand Priest looked around at the traces of battle and scowled. This time, the Soundless Cult had mobilized in full force, it could be said to be their final gamble, and he didn't want anyone to disturb this awakening ritual.
"Fruits need to experience wind and rain to taste better, don't they?" Noah softly replied: "The matter hasn't been leaked, but two people entered before us, one was Chromie of the Saint Hunters, and the other was Dahl of the Hermit Order"
"Two small fries" The Grand Priest briefly recalled the information they had gathered, but didn't care too much about it. Although the Soundless Cult had weakened quite a bit, they still weren't afraid of two small fries. Especially since they had mobilized in full force this time, bringing with them the foundation of the cult that they had accumulated over the years.
If they couldn't even deal with two insignificant fries, there was no need for them to continue developing their cult, they should just go home and farm.
Without worrying too much, the Grand Priest led his men into the elven ruins and began their exploration.
Under their systematic advance, the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts didn't cause any trouble.
To put it nicely, the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were the remnants of the elves, but to put it bluntly, they were nothing more than leftovers that couldn't even catch their breath.
Without the ability to use mana, without any intelligence, without the ability to work together, other than their physical prowess, these Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were sometimes even worse than mutated monsters born from the blood of evil.
After the bloodline examination ritual proved that the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were completely useless, their end arrived.
A large number of Soundless cultists wielded scimitars, entered another aspect of the world and attacked the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts from another angle.
Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were extremely sensitive to mana, and the Soundless cultists' power of silence was also very similar to mana, but even so, they were still slaughtered by the Soundless cultists.
After all, perception was only perception. These fellows were overly greedy for mana, their long-term obsession with mana had caused them to lose the ability to use mana. They could only sense the approach of the Soundless cultists, but they were unable to attack, losing their lives amidst their screams. In short, the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were no longer a race worth saving.
Perhaps after thousands or tens of thousands of years, life would find a new path, but not now. Right now, they were just a Hui. In fact, if Chromie was in a better state that day, he would not be afraid of them.
"Another outsider?" Pernod was holding a grass lantern in his hand, the green glow of the lantern complemented Pernod's monstrous appearance, giving it an eerie and terrifying appearance.
"But this is no longer my business." Pernod stood on top of the Mother Tree, observing the entire underground ruin with nothing but sorrow on his face.
He wasn't a good person, after all, he was the one who suggested using criminals as experimental subjects, and didn't even stand up to stop some researchers from devouring their own kind. To put it nicely, he was doing it for the sake of the elven race, but in reality, he was nothing but a selfish person.
The sprout had actually sprouted much earlier than expected. At the time, the sprout's ability was enough to create a small-scale magic net, which was more than enough to supply the remaining elves with mana. After it stabilized and the mana cycle was complete, the amount of mana would gradually increase. In other words, he would have had the chance to stop that calamity and rebuild the elven race.
However, due to greed, as well as the will of the Moon Tree, Pernod hesitated. When he began to dream of becoming the new Lord God to conquer his own kind, he saw himself as a kind of demon.
The long period of loneliness was his punishment, and it also allowed Pernod to fully wake up. Because he was using the sprout's mana, he had, to a certain extent, escaped the Moon Tree's control, allowing him to slowly understand everything. Unfortunately, it was all too late.
His own kind had all turned into monsters, and he himself was currently relying on the sprout to survive. Once his mana was extracted, he would rapidly age and turn into a withered Gluttonous Demon Ghost.
But for the current him, living was nothing but a form of torture, but today, this torture had finally come to an end.
He pulled open his robe, revealing his ashen body full of holes and holes. Pernod picked up a knife and cut off a piece of his flesh without hesitation, tossing it into the cauldron. There were various herbs mixed inside, and as he stirred it, the medicinal liquid was infused into it.
A sprout that had yet to form a mana cycle also needed mana to replenish itself. Before this, Pernod would hunt down Gluttonous Demon Ghosts every once in a while and cook them into fertilizer for the sprout, but the medicinal liquid he was cooking now was for Chromie.
A half-elf who had only been converted for a few days, how could he have already generated enough mana to cultivate the Mana Eye in just a few days? Even if he was the puppet that was chosen, he wouldn't be able to do such a thing.
Pernod laughed self-deprecatingly. What right did he have to mock others for being puppets? He himself was nothing but a puppet, and one that was about to be scrapped.
"It's just that if a puppet has its own thoughts, then it's not a good puppet." Pernod observed the scene for a while longer before leaving with the medicinal liquid. Perhaps his current actions were all under the other party's control, perhaps his final struggle was nothing more than a joke in the other party's eyes, but as a living being, he had to hold on.
"Let's attack. The key to awakening God lies in that tree." The High Priest looked at the mana source in the distance with a burning gaze, confirming that the key item was there.
The Soundless cult had researched quite a bit of elven knowledge, even though they had made a lot of mistakes due to their subjective assumptions, they still had a certain level of understanding towards certain things regarding the elves.
"God's Throne, Sky Supporting Divine Tree, World Tree, Tree of Life, and a series of other names, these are the authority of God." The Grand Priest's hand that was holding the scepter was a bit pale. They relied on the blood of evil to obtain warped mana from the Lord God of Darkness from another aspect.
However, because of this, their strength would forever be limited to a certain level. The blood of evil was the key to magic power, but even after so many years of research, the curse of the blood of evil was still a problem. Even if there was suppression, when the blood of evil reached a certain limit, they would still mutate.
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