Chapter 531 Attack on Snowfall Cult
The heavy snow covered everything, and the Snowfall Cult camp was totally wrecked and deserted.
This place used to be hopping like a small town, with tens of thousands of followers all huddled up, fighting against the wicked chill of the apocalypse together.
But then a wave of zombies hit, and over ninety percent of those followers were slaughtered by the undead.
The only ones left were some Psychics and their loved ones.
In the distant sky, a figure darted closer.
Neil's face was ghostly pale, even whiter than the snowy wasteland around him.
But his blood was a sharp contrast, bright red, a huge blood patch blooming on his chest, streaming from the corner of his mouth.
Steven's knife didn't quite reach his heart, but it still punched right through his chest.
If he'd gotten proper treatment right away, saving him wouldn't have been impossible.
But Neil knew sticking around would blow their cover for sure.
So he had to rush back and tell Natasha everything, to get her ready.
Neil didn't mind dying, but he couldn't let Natasha get hurt.
Neil landed in front of the church, and the leftover Psychics saw him and freaked out at his injuries.
"Mr. Torres, you..."
Neil didn't even glance at them, brushing past and heading straight for the church door.
Time was running out, and he had to see Natasha now!
A few Psychics wanted to help Neil, but he pushed them away with just a look.
Neil shoved the church door open.
Natasha seemed to sense something and suddenly spun around.
She saw Neil, torn to shreds.
Natasha's pupils widened, and she quickly stepped up to Neil.
Seeing his love, Neil let out his last breath and crumpled.
If it wasn't for his sheer will driving him on, he'd have died ages ago.
Natasha reached out to catch him.
"Neil, what happened?"
For the first time, Natasha's icy voice had a hint of worry.
As she spoke, she tried to heal Neil with her powers.
With her skillset, if someone was still breathing, she could patch them up no matter how bad things were.
But Neil grabbed her wrist.
"Don't... waste your power on me. I'm too far gone, you'd burn out just trying to save me."
"Danger... is coming. Our secret's out, they'll come for you. You... gotta survive."
Natasha's arm hovered in the air, frozen.
But Neil's face cracked a faint smile.
He caught the faint glimmer of care in Natasha's usually cold eyes.
Neil smiled, realizing Natasha did care for him after all.
"You gotta survive. For... our ideals."
He slumped into Natasha's arms and slowly drifted off.
Dying in the arms of his love, that kind of ending wasn't tragic for him, but almost blissful.
Soon, Steven and his crew arrived at the Snowfall Cult camp.
At this point, the folks left behind weren't clued in on the beef between Neil and Steven's group.
They just saw Neil was hurt and asked warily, "What happened to Mr. Torres?"
Steven ignored them, eyeing the barely-open church door.
He knew Neil must have gone to find Natasha.
With Natasha on high alert now, ambushing her would be tough.
But Steven wasn't planning on that anyway.
Because right now, nobody really knew the extent of Natasha's powers or her true strength.He didn't dare to strike impulsively.
Theron and his crew reached the Snowfall Cult camp shortly after.
They headed right for the rundown building next to the church.
By now, that zombie wave mess should be wrapping up.
Whether the Snowfall Cult sparked the zombie crisis, they'd soon find out.
Steven led the way, "Come on, I'll show you the truth!"
Steven guided the investigation team and Psychics from other groups toward the abandoned building.
A Psychic was guarding the front of the building.
He quickly blocked their path, "Gentlemen, this is a restricted area of our Snowfall Cult, you can't just..."
Before he could finish, Daron popped up in front of him, grabbed his neck, and slammed him against the wall.
"Shut it!"
The Psychic's eyes rolled back, and he went limp.
Steven and his group marched straight into the building.
The place was still bathed in an eerie, bloody glow, with Bloodfeeder Vine's tendrils creeping all over the place.
This time, they came during the day, so everything was clearer – and even more unsettling.
Now, there were even more bodies hanging from the ceiling and walls.
After all, nearly ten thousand people bit the dust in that fight, perfect fodder for the Bloodfeeder Vine.
A sinister, creepy vibe oozed from every shadow.
Even though some of them had seen it before, chills still raced down their spines, sweat trickling down their necks.
Dead bodies weren't scary – what was scary was this scene, like a twisted ritual.
Megan couldn't help asking Steven, "Where's the evidence you talked about?"
They had secretly taken samples from the stuff hanging on the walls.
Turned out, they were just shriveled remains, drained of every drop of nutrients.
So, not the source of the zombie swarm.
Steven stepped forward, speaking calmly, "At first, I had doubts too."
"We checked out these bodies and the Bloodfeeder Vine's branches, but found no trace of the zombie virus."
He glanced around, "But then I realized, that's what they wanted us to believe."
"At least some of you snooped around this place, right?"
"If there were any big secrets, they wouldn't leave the defenses so loose."
Everyone exchanged looks and then glanced away knowingly.
Yep, back then, they had all sneaked in while helping defend the Snowfall Cult and snagged samples for research.
The group soon stood before the main body of the Bloodfeeder Vine.
The colossal blood-red plant stood tall, its roots deep in the ground, its branches spreading from the ceiling, filling every nook of the building.
Steven spoke softly, "Zombies prefer dark, damp underground spots – that's where the virus likes to hang out."
"So, logically, the virus would be cultivated in a similar environment. And in all of Starlight City, research facilities like that haven't existed for ages."
"So, it's gotta be here."
Steven pointed to the underground roots of the Bloodfeeder Vine, his eyes suddenly sharp.
This was a hunch, but one pieced together from countless clues, shaping up to resemble the truth.
And his goal today was to confirm that hunch.
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