The hazy murmurs continued. The place where Alyssa and the others were hiding was actually still a bit far away. Apart from vaguely seeing how many people there were, no more details could be seen.
But if we get closer, there will be no cover. We can see them, and they will naturally see Alyssa and the others.
If the danger is unclear, it is better not to get close rashly. The current distance is enough for strafing and throwing grenades.
This is the main feeling, which is not good.
In her career as a recycler, Alyssa has come face to face with cultists.
Since the gods are not paying attention here, most of the so-called cultists are out to cheat people out of money and sex.
Although there are rarely any instances of human sacrifice, the atmosphere is very cult-like.
She asked everyone to hide, and she secretly popped her head out and raised the telescope.
Just now he said that he hadn’t seen any human sacrifice for the time being, but now it’s happening right away.
Several people wearing coarse linen clothes were pulled out of the fog. Alyssa remembered the body of the man she found shortly after entering the swamp. His clothes were very similar to those of these people.
They looked like shivering quails, abandoned beside the fire, while the other people around them let out suppressed sinister laughter, as if waiting for the show to begin.
So far, the locals Alyssa has met are not only not very threatening, but there is indeed not much malice in the actual communication.
But these guys...
To be honest, compared to locals, they looked more like outsiders like Alyssa.
The Swan did not report any news of approaching ships, and this hidden dark star region was not the route that transport ships would take, so it was unlikely that they arrived here by accident.
So, could it be that it came through a portal?
When Alyssa was thinking about these things, she suddenly heard Li Chengxi's unhappy tut-tut sound in the earphone.
"These guys are followers of my enemy. Please turn on the scanner to avoid being ambushed by them."
"enemy?"
"There is no peace between the gods either. Please understand."
Li Chengxi continued:
"They are followers of the Lord of Centipedes. I don't know what they are doing here, but considering the threat... you guys should be careful. I will inform the other gods about this."
When Li Chengxi opened the character panel, it became clear what kind of people this group of people were.
The Lord of the Centipedes is a powerful deity. Although he is not as good at fighting as Li Chengxi, he is also a cross-dimensional deity. Therefore, the cultists that Alyssa and the others saw were not demons, but mostly humans.
The reason for notifying other gods was that Li Chengxi had a bad feeling when he met the followers of the Centipede Lord in this place.
You say, could it be possible that the Centipede Lord is one of the enemy's aliases?
Strictly speaking, Li Chengxi had never met the Lord of the Centipedes, and he didn't even know whether his grandson had fallen to Earth before.
After all, there are space priests in the planetary fortress, and the sudden appearance of the Centipede Lord does not seem to be a coincidence. We have to discuss it with the gods, or at least with Pharasma.
Alyssa had no idea what the Centipede Lord was, but it was better not to reveal too much about the secrets of the gods, as it would do more harm than good to mortals.
However, when Alyssa heard that she had to discuss it with the gods, she knew that this was definitely not a trivial matter.
After two sentences, Alyssa suddenly found that the sound from the terrace had become quieter, so she quickly looked over again.
A ragged man with dishevelled hair appeared on the misty terrace. A pair of priests in black robes stood on either side of the man, holding a goblet and a huge pottery jug respectively.
Looking like a leader or something like that, this disheveled man pressed his hands towards the crowd, and the people in the audience immediately quieted down.
He immediately opened his mouth and began to speak. His voice seemed to have its own loudspeaker, and it spread far away. Even Alyssa could hear it clearly.
"A long time ago, when the world was still young, when humans were just primitive tribes..."
He spoke in a rhythmic tone, his deep voice filling the entire courtyard.
"The Lord's will has already walked in the world. His powerful strength makes everything tremble, but the Lord's enemies fear Him and use despicable means to expel Him. The Lord had to leave. We can't hear the Lord's voice, see the Lord's majesty, or feel the Lord's power."
The man raised his fist, waved it and said:
"But the Lord is immortal, He transcends the veil of day and night and is eternal. We always hope to be with Him, in the eternal court at dusk, and raise the cup filled with ruby wine together."
There was a wild light in the man's eyes. He poured the crimson liquid from the pottery pot into the goblet and took a deep sip.
The deep red liquid leaking from the corner of his mouth flowed down his beard, staining his robe red, and dripping onto the ground.
Red like blood.
"Come, brothers and sisters! Let the echo of your songs cross the barriers of time and let us call back our Master! You are all God's chosen people. You are all chosen to satisfy His hunger and thirst. You will eventually stand beside His pale throne! Dedicate your lives to Him!"
The disheveled man took another clay pot from the black-robed priest beside him, raised it above his head, and then threw it into the terrace.
The pottery jar broke into pieces in the frenzy of the crowd, causing an immediate commotion as the cultists began to scramble for the spilled liquid from the jar of foul potion.
The sticky liquid medicine squirmed on the floor as if it had life, and the cultists lay on the ground, licking and sucking greedily, as if it was some kind of nectar, and everyone was almost crazy.
The few people who might have been used as sacrifices stared at them in a daze, their eyes full of horror. It seemed like a weird and joyful feast that was beyond the scope of people's common sense.
The disheveled man laughed wildly for a few times, then retreated back into the fog and disappeared in an instant.
Alyssa's hunch was correct. These guys looked like cultists no matter how you looked at them.
Fortunately, I didn't rush up to talk to them, otherwise who knows when these people would go crazy.
Of course, not going up to talk to them doesn’t mean not talking to them, it just means you have to use a different approach.
Alyssa gave orders on the communication channel. Everyone had already placed their weapons on the ruins where they were hiding, waiting for the order. Dense energy beams would sweep across the greedy crowd.
But as the cultists scrambled for the scattered liquid, a powerful rumble shook the entire terrace, and for a moment Alyssa thought the old terrace had collapsed and would slide down the ridge.
But a moment later, the ground beneath their feet began to shake and shift, and thousands of densely packed black spots emerged from beneath the ground.
It's a bug!
But if we get closer, there will be no cover. We can see them, and they will naturally see Alyssa and the others.
If the danger is unclear, it is better not to get close rashly. The current distance is enough for strafing and throwing grenades.
This is the main feeling, which is not good.
In her career as a recycler, Alyssa has come face to face with cultists.
Since the gods are not paying attention here, most of the so-called cultists are out to cheat people out of money and sex.
Although there are rarely any instances of human sacrifice, the atmosphere is very cult-like.
She asked everyone to hide, and she secretly popped her head out and raised the telescope.
Just now he said that he hadn’t seen any human sacrifice for the time being, but now it’s happening right away.
Several people wearing coarse linen clothes were pulled out of the fog. Alyssa remembered the body of the man she found shortly after entering the swamp. His clothes were very similar to those of these people.
They looked like shivering quails, abandoned beside the fire, while the other people around them let out suppressed sinister laughter, as if waiting for the show to begin.
So far, the locals Alyssa has met are not only not very threatening, but there is indeed not much malice in the actual communication.
But these guys...
To be honest, compared to locals, they looked more like outsiders like Alyssa.
The Swan did not report any news of approaching ships, and this hidden dark star region was not the route that transport ships would take, so it was unlikely that they arrived here by accident.
So, could it be that it came through a portal?
When Alyssa was thinking about these things, she suddenly heard Li Chengxi's unhappy tut-tut sound in the earphone.
"These guys are followers of my enemy. Please turn on the scanner to avoid being ambushed by them."
"enemy?"
"There is no peace between the gods either. Please understand."
Li Chengxi continued:
"They are followers of the Lord of Centipedes. I don't know what they are doing here, but considering the threat... you guys should be careful. I will inform the other gods about this."
When Li Chengxi opened the character panel, it became clear what kind of people this group of people were.
The Lord of the Centipedes is a powerful deity. Although he is not as good at fighting as Li Chengxi, he is also a cross-dimensional deity. Therefore, the cultists that Alyssa and the others saw were not demons, but mostly humans.
The reason for notifying other gods was that Li Chengxi had a bad feeling when he met the followers of the Centipede Lord in this place.
You say, could it be possible that the Centipede Lord is one of the enemy's aliases?
Strictly speaking, Li Chengxi had never met the Lord of the Centipedes, and he didn't even know whether his grandson had fallen to Earth before.
After all, there are space priests in the planetary fortress, and the sudden appearance of the Centipede Lord does not seem to be a coincidence. We have to discuss it with the gods, or at least with Pharasma.
Alyssa had no idea what the Centipede Lord was, but it was better not to reveal too much about the secrets of the gods, as it would do more harm than good to mortals.
However, when Alyssa heard that she had to discuss it with the gods, she knew that this was definitely not a trivial matter.
After two sentences, Alyssa suddenly found that the sound from the terrace had become quieter, so she quickly looked over again.
A ragged man with dishevelled hair appeared on the misty terrace. A pair of priests in black robes stood on either side of the man, holding a goblet and a huge pottery jug respectively.
Looking like a leader or something like that, this disheveled man pressed his hands towards the crowd, and the people in the audience immediately quieted down.
He immediately opened his mouth and began to speak. His voice seemed to have its own loudspeaker, and it spread far away. Even Alyssa could hear it clearly.
"A long time ago, when the world was still young, when humans were just primitive tribes..."
He spoke in a rhythmic tone, his deep voice filling the entire courtyard.
"The Lord's will has already walked in the world. His powerful strength makes everything tremble, but the Lord's enemies fear Him and use despicable means to expel Him. The Lord had to leave. We can't hear the Lord's voice, see the Lord's majesty, or feel the Lord's power."
The man raised his fist, waved it and said:
"But the Lord is immortal, He transcends the veil of day and night and is eternal. We always hope to be with Him, in the eternal court at dusk, and raise the cup filled with ruby wine together."
There was a wild light in the man's eyes. He poured the crimson liquid from the pottery pot into the goblet and took a deep sip.
The deep red liquid leaking from the corner of his mouth flowed down his beard, staining his robe red, and dripping onto the ground.
Red like blood.
"Come, brothers and sisters! Let the echo of your songs cross the barriers of time and let us call back our Master! You are all God's chosen people. You are all chosen to satisfy His hunger and thirst. You will eventually stand beside His pale throne! Dedicate your lives to Him!"
The disheveled man took another clay pot from the black-robed priest beside him, raised it above his head, and then threw it into the terrace.
The pottery jar broke into pieces in the frenzy of the crowd, causing an immediate commotion as the cultists began to scramble for the spilled liquid from the jar of foul potion.
The sticky liquid medicine squirmed on the floor as if it had life, and the cultists lay on the ground, licking and sucking greedily, as if it was some kind of nectar, and everyone was almost crazy.
The few people who might have been used as sacrifices stared at them in a daze, their eyes full of horror. It seemed like a weird and joyful feast that was beyond the scope of people's common sense.
The disheveled man laughed wildly for a few times, then retreated back into the fog and disappeared in an instant.
Alyssa's hunch was correct. These guys looked like cultists no matter how you looked at them.
Fortunately, I didn't rush up to talk to them, otherwise who knows when these people would go crazy.
Of course, not going up to talk to them doesn’t mean not talking to them, it just means you have to use a different approach.
Alyssa gave orders on the communication channel. Everyone had already placed their weapons on the ruins where they were hiding, waiting for the order. Dense energy beams would sweep across the greedy crowd.
But as the cultists scrambled for the scattered liquid, a powerful rumble shook the entire terrace, and for a moment Alyssa thought the old terrace had collapsed and would slide down the ridge.
But a moment later, the ground beneath their feet began to shake and shift, and thousands of densely packed black spots emerged from beneath the ground.
It's a bug!
