Chapter 446 The Opponent Is Not One Person
Marigoldia.
In an abandoned air-raid shelter on the outskirts of town, a large group of cult members had gathered.
Elbert walked in calmly from the entrance. The cultists were so engrossed in today's ritual that they didn't even notice the stranger among them.
As he reached the largest room, Elbert took in the scene and frowned deeply. The place looked like a cross between a slaughterhouse and an operating room. The room was filled with animal carcasses, reeking of blood. From household pets to wild beasts, all the animals had been dismembered and then stitched back together into grotesque hybrids.
In one display case, a horse's body was sewn with a tiger's head and limbs, and a pair of large bird wings. There was also a massive python, its body covered in sharp animal bones. But without exception, all these animals had died from the cruel torture.
Elbert's frown deepened. He saw the bloodthirsty gleam in these people's eyes. They believed in a monster apocalypse, so they took it upon themselves to create 'monsters.' Ignorant and cruel.
In the center of the room, a figure dressed in animal skins, looking like a native, was dismembering a wolf. Elbert walked closer and saw a book titled 'Apocalypse Gospel' beside him.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Elbert stepped forward, grabbed the man's throat, and lifted him into the air. His right eye flashed with a rhythmic purple glow. He used hypnosis directly. At the same time, a terrifying aura emanated from Elbert, far more ferocious than any beast.
The dozens of people in the room were suddenly stunned, frozen in place. Ignoring the others, Elbert focused on the native in his grasp. "Tell me everything you know about the Apocalypse Association. Now!"
The native's body trembled, and he immediately spilled everything he knew. As Elbert had expected, this was just another channel for the Apocalypse Association, with no critical information. The cultists regularly sent funds to the Apocalypse Association.
Elbert threw the man to the ground. The native snapped out of it, terrified. "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" Elbert turned his back and walked out confidently. "Aren't you praying for a monster apocalypse? I'll grant your wish."
The crazed cultists were confused. The native leader shouted, "Catch him!"
But before they could move, a massive tremor shook the shelter. The concrete roof, strong enough to withstand bomb attacks, began to crack and crumble. Dust and debris fell in large amounts. Rocks flew everywhere.
A pair of pitch-black claws pierced through the concrete roof, tearing a huge hole. The cultists of the Judgment Church stared in horror. A beastly roar shook the shelter, and a massive brown figure landed on the ground. With one swipe, it shredded several people nearby into pieces.
"Monster!"
"There's a monster!"
"Run!"
The cultists who once worshipped monsters were now scared out of their minds, fleeing in terror.
Elbert's expression was cold. "Willow, you've been hungry for a long time. Feast today."
With that, Elbert kicked the wall beside the entrance. The exit behind Elbert collapsed, sealing the cultists inside with no escape. He walked slowly up the passage to the surface.
Around him was a desolate wilderness, with the Celestial Pioneer hovering above. Below, the shelter was filled with terrifying beastly roars and desperate screams. The Judgment Church got what they deserved.
One hour later.
In the Apocalypse Association's meeting room, the president still sat in the shadows, face unseen. The other three members were present, seemingly discussing something.
A man in a black suit knocked and entered. "President, there's a small problem."
"Speak," came the electronically synthesized voice.
The man in black spoke softly, "One of our 'worker ants,' the Tremor Church, had its headquarters breached an hour ago. No one survived."
The president didn't move, showing no concern.
The Magician interjected, "What's there to report? Those people act extremely, it's no surprise they made enemies."
"But, there was a pregnant survivor who said..."
The man in black hesitated, "She said the Tremor Church was destroyed by an alien controlling a flying saucer, using some kind of alien weapon!"
"Nonsense!" The Magician seemed impatient. "We know more about aliens than any country. There's no way they'd interfere with humans! That woman must be out of her mind!"
Another man in a black suit knocked and entered, speaking in a low voice, "Presidents, the Judgment Church's main base was also destroyed an hour ago."
The president remained silent.
The Magician was taken aback. "What happened this time?"
The man in black explained, "They were holding a service today. The Judgment Church leader and over 30 core members attended. But the scene was covered in blood, with no bodies found. Our people assessed the situation and concluded that a giant beast had attacked the place. And the bodies seemed to have been eaten!"
The Magician was shocked, "How could that happen? No one has successfully modified beasts yet! Not even my second division can do that! No one surpasses our technology!"
The man in black just smiled dismissively at the Magician, not wanting to argue. The second division president was notoriously arrogant.
The man in black turned to the president in the shadows, bowing. "President, I suspect the same person did both. We detected the same energy fluctuations near both sites. I believe this person's ultimate target is our association!"
"Is that so?" The Magician slammed the table, "Who dares!"
"Use your brains," the electronically synthesized voice spoke. "The Tremor Church and Judgment Church are in different countries, 2000 miles apart. No one could travel that distance so quickly. It can't be one person. Each cult must have its enemies. These opponents are not a threat, using tricks and theatrics. They're likely from other insignificant factions."
The Magician realized, "Oh... I see. The president is wise as always!"
The president tapped his fingers on the table. "We have 23 worker ant cults, with at least 500 branches worldwide. Even if someone wanted to cut off our lower ranks, and even if they could find them all, it would take at least a year and a half to clear them out. In that time, we could find and kill them hundreds of times. Handle these minor issues yourselves. Do not disturb me again!"
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