Chapter 1061: Cultists' gathering = Experience points gathered together
The cultist's damaged mind caused a huge loss of memory, but at least Mo Cheng was able to find out how to connect from his head and complete the remnants of the sacrificial ceremony.
This is one of the few things that can be called normal thinking for this cultist, although it is not that normal from the perspective of ordinary people.
But compared to the part of the brain that has been polluted by other cultists, it is extremely rare to find anything in the brain that still shows normal thoughts.
Memories from other places are simply a mass of dark mud. Apart from some incomprehensible and repetitive syllables, there is nothing .
The lowest level characters among cultists are like this. They are too greedy and ask too much from the evil gods, but they themselves do not have enough ability to bring benefits to the evil gods.
Then their fate is mostly the same, their souls are branded by the evil gods, and even used as fuel to squeeze out the power of faith.
Although the amount of faith power that can be squeezed out of a soul of this level is small, the base number is still considerable.
After all, in times of war, evil gods will not lack believers who can prepare fuel.
However, the quality is probably not even as good as that of the [shallow believers] of the righteous God.
The cultist transformed by Mo Cheng hid his tracks all the way and came to a remote place in the market, where several pieces of bright red and pink cloth were hanging. This was a gathering place for prostitutes, streetwalkers and other professions with different names but the same nature.
However, judging from the fabric that had faded and even had black spots on it, this gathering place had not been used for a long time.
After Mo Cheng arrived here, he looked around, and then a disguised hoarse voice came from behind him, "Did you bring the things?"
At some point, a cultist wrapped in a black robe and wearing a gray mask appeared behind Mo Cheng.
This cultist seemed to appear mysteriously behind him, but Mo Cheng had long since sensed that he had come from a secret passage underground behind him.
He is good at playing tricks, but they are limited to deceiving the ignorant cultists.
Mo Cheng respectfully handed over three heads tied together with hair, and said in a deep voice, "I am ready to sacrifice everything for the glory of God."
The cultist took the three heads, took a deep breath at them, as if to suck something out of the terrified faces of death, "Pure despair, a strong smell of fear, look at the expression on this face, it's simply a masterpiece, I am very optimistic about you."
It was indeed pure and terrifying. After all, the cultist who was beaten into a pulp by Mo Cheng died an uneasily-sounding death. Mo Cheng even used [Nightmare] to drag him into the quagmire of fear before his death.
The human head made from the cultist's meat paste was naturally full of the smell of fear.
As for the expression on that face, Mo Cheng created it based on his memory. There was a period of time in the [Foreign Land] when the [Great Killer Monk] had a habit of chopping off the heads of people and stacking them up if he had time after killing them.
Therefore, I have an extraordinary familiarity with the structure of the human head and the expressions on the face, especially the expressions of fear, death, and despair on the face.
Asking Mo Cheng to mold a pretty or handsome face might be difficult for him, but asking him to mold a face of someone who died miserably, extremely miserably, and inhumanly...
This is a [very easy] difficulty level for him.
"Come with me."
Perhaps Mo Cheng's behavior proved something. The cultist groped ahead for a few times, and then a big door suddenly appeared on the ground and opened. "Follow closely, I won't care if you die."
After saying this, the cultist walked straight down. Although his words were a bit incoherent, Mo Cheng could sense that this place was filled with a large number of traps.
There are even mechanisms along the way that need to be closed manually. If you forget to close them manually, you will definitely die even if you take the correct route.
This road is filled with many traps. People who don't know the secrets will face many dangers if they rush down. But for the assassin master from the Shadow Sect...
The value of the mechanism in this place is not greater than the difficulty of a children's rocking car.
He followed the cultists silently, and sometimes even before the people in front of him told him how to pass, Mo Cheng had already avoided the trap.
I don't know how long I walked, but suddenly the view in front of me became clear and filled with light.
"Go in, and wait until everyone is here."
After the cultist brought Mo Cheng here, he turned around and left. He still had to bring more people down from above.
Mo Cheng nodded and walked towards the underground cave. It seemed to be some kind of abandoned municipal construction project. It was extremely empty. With the traps along the way and the secrecy of this place, it was a suitable place for a secret gathering.
Everyone here wears black robes and masks, so no one can see each other's face. At the same time, the masks and black robes exude some kind of strange power that blocks out any possible prying eyes.
Mo Cheng was wandering around aimlessly, as if observing the environment, but in fact he was eavesdropping on the conversations between the cultists who were divided into small teams with his ears perked up.
During the communication among the cultists, Mo Cheng learned two pieces of information.
One reason is that this large-scale gathering is the first in recent years. The last time such a gathering took place, it was wiped out and many latent cultists were lost.
Therefore, many of the cultists here do not know each other, which gives Mo Cheng very good identity protection.
Among the group of cultists, Mo Cheng moved silently among them like a ghost. No one noticed him, and no one could catch his sight.
He was like a non-existent ghost, wandering in the blind spots of the cultists' vision and the edges of their perception without alerting anyone.
Maybe they had no intention of being alert at all. After all, this place was filled with some power belonging to the evil god. It might not be able to fight against an enemy that was too powerful, but it could warn and detect the coming of a crisis.
In fact, if Mo Cheng wanted to, he could completely [clean up] all the cultists and ensure that the divine power here would not trigger an alarm until the last person fell.
If he took the trouble to re-learn the skills of his former master assassin, he would be able to make all the cultists die in obscure ways, and they would not realize they were facing an enemy until they fell dead.
As we continued forward, there were fewer and fewer cultists along the way, and their strength increased as well.
Finally, Mo Cheng's figure almost disappeared into the shadows and quietly approached an altar.
The altar was made of piles of bones and flesh, but Mo Cheng could tell that there was only a small amount of human flesh and bones mixed in it, and most of it was the flesh and bones of animals.
Below the altar, there was a round table, on which sat eight masked men.
It seems that these masked men are the leaders of these cultists.
