Chapter 369 Sacrifice
Leonard took his team back to Silverlake Base and immediately began investigating the mysterious force in the Eternal River District.
And it all started with the text message Dawson Wallace sent to the entire Starlight City a few months ago.
The name Steven once again came into the view of Silverlake Base.
Sunshine Community, Steven, the Walmart South Warehouse theft case—when all these clues were connected, the truth gradually emerged.
Silverlake Base could find these, and Emberwick Base also had some guesses. But what really concerned Megan wasn't these. It was the report from her information department.
They had discovered the satellite phone signal of Christian, who had been missing for several days.
After returning to the base, Megan didn't rest but went straight to the information department.
According to the information provided by the staff, the satellite phone signals of those people were at the border of West Mountain District and Eternal River District, near the edge of the Mississippi River.
Although precise positioning was not possible due to signal issues, the error could be reduced to within five miles.
"Cox Town and Emerald Estate are the only inhabited places nearby." Byron said to Megan and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. "Emerald Estate is one of the top wealthy areas in Starlight City, and Cox Town has thousands of villagers. It's very likely that the force opposing West Mountain Base is here."
Megan was weighing the pros and cons of this matter.
Were her people killed by that mysterious force?
Why did they kill her people?
And why did the signal disappear for a while and then reappear?
Everything seemed so suspicious, as if someone was deliberately doing something.
"It looks like we can only send someone to investigate first," Megan said softly.
Hearing this, Byron asked, "Should we call Leonard? Let them send people to investigate together; it would be safer."
Megan waved her hand, rejecting Byron's suggestion. Her eyes showed a proud expression. "Although we don't know how strong this mysterious force is, their strength must have been greatly reduced after fighting with West Mountain Base for so long. So I judge that their peak strength is only similar to West Mountain Base. West Mountain Base is destroyed, and they can't be much better off. If they are really weakened, we can just eliminate them!"
Byron thought for a moment and said, "But it's still somewhat dangerous to do this without knowing the opponent's strength. After all, they have consecutively killed teams with Psychics from both our bases."
Megan thought of Christian and shook her head. "Although he is a Psychic, his strength is the weakest in our base. This time, I'll send Lester Butler; he is the most reliable," she said. "Don't worry about Silverlake Base. If it weren't for them needing something from our Base, they wouldn't be so polite to me now."
Seeing that Megan had made up her mind, Byron said no more and sent someone to call Lester over.
After the war, the headquarters of the Snowfall Cult in Seldwa District was in ruins, with broken corpses everywhere, and the ground stained with black blood.
Women and children were inside the church, well protected by the soldiers of the Snowfall Cult.
Those who died outside were all adult male followers.
Neil touched his arm, where Megan had punched him. It was already charred, exposing gruesome flesh and cracked white bones.
But due to the extreme cold, he didn't feel much pain, just a bit weak.
"Neil!" Dean and the others looked at him with worried faces, their hearts pounding at the sight of his gruesome wound.
At that moment, Neil was almost killed instantly by Megan and Leonard's joint attack!
They had no idea how many people the two had to kill to become the leaders of their respective bases.
"It's nothing, I'll go ask Ms. Carter for treatment." Neil pulled a white fox fur cloak over his wound and slowly turned towards the church.
"Clean this place up," He said and slowly closed his eyes, the mysterious clarity in them disappearing, replaced by a hint of fatigue.
At this moment, the once fearless followers of the Snowfall Cult, who had been fighting with sticks to defend their faith, began to feel a bit dazed.
The next moment, they saw the sea of corpses and blood in front of them and finally felt the pain of their wounds.
Countless people clutched their wounds and cried out in pain.
In the crowd, several women in white religious robes stepped forward, raised their hands, and shouted, "Brave warriors! You have received the Snow God's Blessing, making you fearless. Your souls will go to the divine kingdom, where you will find peace and happiness!"
Of course, such slogans were useless for the injured. Some female followers dressed like nuns carried medical kits and quickly searched the crowd for those with lighter injuries.
Due to the lack of medicine, they could only perform simple bandaging to stop the bleeding, and they couldn't even disinfect the wounds.
"Wait, I can still be saved!" An injured man with a severed arm reached out to a passing nun, pleading for her help.
The nun looked down at his severe injury and covered her mouth in shock. Her eyes were full of pity, and a tear even rolled down her cheek.
"May the Snow God save all the suffering in the world and grant you a beautiful paradise, my devout follower." She walked over, knelt slowly in front of the severely injured man, and held his remaining hand, her gaze as gentle as a mother looking at her child. "You can no longer serve the divine in this world, so return to the divine kingdom to serve the true form of the Snow God."
Before the follower could speak, the nun pulled out a sharp scalpel and swiftly stabbed it into his carotid artery.
The follower looked at the nun in disbelief as he died.
The nun compassionately closed his eyes.
"I'm so envious of you! You get to meet the Snow God so soon," she said.
Such scenes were common on the battlefield.
Severely injured people couldn't survive because the Snowfall Cult had too many followers to treat everyone.
Saying they were killing the severely injured would be too cruel. However, saying they were sending them to meet the Snow God seemed much gentler.
Over time, this belief was ingrained in many followers' hearts.
Those who died for the Snow God and sacrificed their lives could go to the divine kingdom. And only the most devout followers could go.
The road to the divine kingdom was paved with gold and jewels. Inside the divine kingdom, there was endless food, eternal spring, and the fulfillment of all earthly dreams.
The Snow God was omniscient and omnipotent.
Neil went alone to find the leader, Natasha, for healing. The remaining matters were naturally left to the other priests.
Dean's eyes always held a stubborn and fierce look. He crossed his arms and looked at the scene of heavy casualties, gritting his teeth in hatred.
"Those despicable people came here to cause trouble on purpose! They said they were avenging their subordinates, but without any evidence, they attacked without listening to explanations. It's utterly despicable!" he exclaimed.
The other priests could only helplessly comfort him.
"They fear us," Cleo said slowly. "They fear more people gathering under the Snow God's light, so they are eager to destroy us. But these foolish villains don't understand that the will of the divine cannot be defied!"
The group clasped their hands together, praising the great Snow God and its earthly form, Natasha.
Then, Dean began arranging for the injured to be taken back for treatment.
As for the bodies, they were not wasted but were uniformly transported to an abandoned building behind the church.
Dean and Avery were in charge of maintaining order and guarding against the possible return of the enemy.
The followers transported the bodies to the entrance of the abandoned building and then left.
This place was the holy ground of the Snowfall Cult, and no one except the leader and priests could approach.
Shortly after they left, countless blood-red vines extended from the depths of the building, wrapping around the bodies and dragging them inside.
Inside the building, a strange red light flickered.
A massive blood-red plant was rooted deep in the ground, its vines spreading to every corner of the building.
Large, oval-shaped red cocoons hung from the ceiling of each floor, faintly showing human-like figures inside.
The blood-red vines wrapped around the bodies and hung them on the walls and ceiling.
As a red mist sprayed from the pores of the vines, the entire building became a surreal, dreamlike scene.
Then, blood-red apple-like fruits grew from the ends of the vines.
Dean stood on high ground, seeing the faint red glow inside the building. He clasped his hands together in prayer and murmured, "May the forerunners become the hope for the survivors. Your flesh is our sustenance."
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