Chapter 422 Signifying Harvest
Natasha prayed devoutly before the cross.
As the leader of the Snowfall Cult, she had an obsession with the divine.
To her, gods weren't just a belief; they were real. How else could she explain the miracles that had saved her, guided her, and shaped her life?
Every single day, without fail, she poured her heart into her prayers, standing as the most devoted follower of her faith.
"Heavenly snow, earthly beings,
Our bodies are born from the earth,
Our souls come from the heavens,
The sun and moon shine upon our bodies,
Pure white snow cleanses our souls,
We entrust our bodies to the cold wind that sweeps the earth,
Thank the heavens for granting miracles to the land where the Snow God's people live,
May our hearts always remain healthy,
I wish to share joy with all my compatriots,
And share their sorrows,
Please forever praise the people of the Snowfall Cult,
Let us bear witness with our souls and bodies."
Natasha chanted the ancient prayer.
Jordan and Chase waited in the distance for the sacred ceremony to end.
After a long time, Natasha finished her prayer.
She slowly turned around, her cold eyes falling on Chase.
At the moment he saw Natasha, Chase was somewhat surprised.
The person who created the first cult in the apocalypse turned out to be a girl who looked only about twenty years old!
He quickly bowed his head, "Greetings, Ms. Carter! I am Chase, and I survived thanks to your grace."
Natasha walked step by step towards Chase. "I've heard about you. Jordan says you're the chosen one—the gods gave you the power of harvest."
Her words were like a spell.
Upon hearing it, Chase felt an uncontrollable urge to bow down to her.
"Chase, lift your head!"
Chase lifted his head and saw Natasha's eyes, then felt everything else in his vision disappear.
The entire world was reduced to Natasha's eyes, making him feel worshipful and immersed, unable to extricate himself.
Every word Natasha said was deeply imprinted in his mind.
"From now on, you are the priest of the Snowfall Cult! Your arrival signifies a bountiful harvest. It is the gods who guided you here, and you have your own mission to fulfill."
Chase felt his blood boiling.
He was chosen by the gods!
He had a special mission!
"I am willing to give everything for the Snowfall Cult!" Chase shouted loudly.
Natasha nodded in satisfaction. "Very well, follow me!"
With that, Natasha turned and walked towards the back of the church.
Chase didn't know what he was doing.
His eyes were filled with Natasha's figure, and he knew he had to follow her!
The two left the church and walked towards an abandoned building not far away.
When Chase regained some self-awareness, his vision was filled with blood.
He stood inside the building, which looked more like a deep valley.
A gigantic plant stood before him, about 20 feet thick, covered in black bark with blood-red hues seeping through the cracks.
The trunk gently expanded and contracted, as if it were breathing.
The entire building was filled with its vines, and the leaves curled in a strange way, like butterfly cocoons, seemingly wrapping something inside.
Chase was dumbfounded; he had never seen such a bizarre and enormous plant!
Natasha stood in front of the plant, her tone almost reverent. "This is the Snowfall Cult's sacred tree. It digs deep, sucks up nutrients and bear fruit. And that fruit is our lifeline."
As she spoke, she lifted her hand.
A vine slithered down from the top, dropping a red fruit right into her palm.
This thing was freaky smart!
Chase finally pieced it together—this was where those red fruits came from.
Natasha walked up to him and handed him the fruit.
She smiled slightly. "This is our hope for survival. Would you like to try it?"
Chase nodded and took the fruit.
Immediately, he smelled a magical fragrance, a scent he had never encountered before, making him unable to control his body.
Chase grabbed the fruit and devoured it, thick liquid resembling blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
But after eating the fruit, he felt his body fill with strength, and the feelings of hunger and cold vanished!
Natasha said to Chase, "Mr. Gray, your mission is to use your abilities to cultivate this sacred tree. Make it stronger so we can feed more people."
Chase nodded eagerly, "You got it, Ms. Carter!"
He walked up to the tree, pulled out a defensive knife, and cut his finger.
It was just a shallow wound, but his blood flowed like water.
The sacred tree greedily absorbed every drop of his blood, and the eerie red glow on its trunk grew even brighter.
Natasha didn't let him bleed for long; she walked over and used her Healing Touch ability to stop the bleeding. "From now on, you must feed the sacred tree with your blood every day. This is your glorious mission!"
Chase nodded, a look of reverence in his eyes, as if this task had truly become the meaning of his life.
Two weeks passed in a flash.
Steven's shelter had rebuilt its ice and snow defenses, and as days went by without new enemies appearing, everyone began to enjoy life.
Food was plentiful, the temperature was pleasant, and there was no lack of leisure and entertainment, making everyone very happy.
However, Steven remained vigilant, never forgetting the environment they were in.
Every day, he spent a few hours learning close combat with Lily.
Lily had matured a lot, becoming more reserved and serious during training, often sternly correcting Steven.
But occasionally, when they had physical contact, her face would still turn red.
As for the outside world, it was far more exciting than the shelter.
The power of the Silverlake Base and Emberwick Base had greatly diminished.
They couldn't even put a dent in the Snowfall Cult's missionary work, and now even the small-time armed groups in their own territories were starting to flex.
On paper, Starlight City was ruled by the five big players, but none of them had full control.
Plenty of underground factions were still lurking, ready to pounce the moment the big guys showed any weakness.
After all, the best resource points in each area were controlled by the major forces.
In a desperate situation, Emberwick Base and Silverlake Base had to first deal with the unrest within their territories.
The five major forces also reached a certain understanding, acknowledging each other's jurisdiction over their territories.
Unless absolutely necessary, none of them were itching for another all-out war.
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