webnovelfull Chapter 492 Even if we meet again, we will not recognize each other.
Chapter 492 Even if we meet again, we will not recognize each other.
In just a few short years, Yi Xiaoqi experienced a complete transformation, as if it were a lifetime ago.
After the demons descended, they maintained a brief period of peace, disdaining to set foot on this barren land themselves.
However, those lackeys of the evil cult were like jackals and tigers, burning, killing, looting, and committing all sorts of evil deeds, becoming increasingly rampant.
As for Wushan... it's long gone.
Knowing that his days were numbered, Yi Xiaoqi's master, the old man Merlin, set up a new Merlin Maze, which dragged down the 10,000-strong army of the Demonic Cult.
When the Demonic Cult finally broke through the complex formation, Merlin had already turned to ashes and returned to the world, leaving behind only a legend to be remembered.
To fight against the Demonic Cult, Lady Lan's hair turned white from exhaustion. In the end, she resolutely detonated the earth's veins, causing the earth dragon to rise, the mountains and rivers to tremble, and the Demonic Cult to suffer a severe blow.
Yi Xiaoqi couldn't even imagine how that lady, who knew neither formations nor geography, could have accomplished such an earth-shattering feat.
Even those like the Holy Maiden of the Dark Moon, who were not from the Nine Provinces, ultimately died fighting for the Nine Provinces.
Yi Xiaoqi kept every painful lesson in mind, but she could no longer risk her life for a moment of pleasure.
Because hope always needs to be passed on and protected by someone.
Upon hearing Da You's words, Yi Xiaoqi remained silent for a moment before asking, "Is it still possible to make it there in time?"
Da Youben struggled with anxiety, unsure whether he should reveal the news.
But upon hearing Yi Xiaoqi's question, a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes, and he raised his voice, saying, "They're still performing the ritual on that black statue, the same old thing, midnight, outside the moat!"
Inside the mine, where the sun and moon were obscured, Yi Xiaoqi inquired with the meticulous female worker in charge of keeping track of the time and finally learned the more accurate time.
She carried the only fine iron longbow on her back, along with an old wooden sword.
At that moment, her demeanor suddenly turned cold and stern, and she said in an unquestionable tone, "Since there's still time, we can't just stand by and watch someone die!"
Thirty-six people—that's thirty-six living lives!
But in the eyes of the cultists, they were nothing more than insignificant sacrifices.
The capital city, once a prosperous metropolis, is now a scene of devastation.
Half of the city wall had collapsed, and the broken gaps resembled ugly scars. Piles of broken bricks and stones formed small mountains, but no one dared to repair them. People had become accustomed to this dilapidated scene.
Outside the moat, a grand sacrificial ceremony is underway.
Although the river had not dried up, the banks were covered with bones, and the air was filled with a stench that made people nauseous.
The cultists wore black robes, hideous masks, and carried eerie staffs inlaid with skulls.
Beneath their feet was a massive altar.
A strange black statue stood on the altar.
The statue was twisted, its face blurred, and its limbs were intertwined like vines, exuding a chillingly evil aura.
"Kneel down!" the cultist shouted.
The people on the shore were forced to lower their heads, their foreheads pressed against the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair.
Under the tyranny of this evil cult, they could only humbly obey.
However, some people refuse to give in. One person tries to raise their head, wanting to fight against the injustice of fate.
But the cultist kicked him to the ground, pressing hard on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
All that reached his ears were the mocking laughter and scorn of the demon cultists: "Insects!"
These two words pierced everyone's heart like a sharp blade.
As midnight approached, the cultists began chanting incantations in a low, eerie voice that made people feel uneasy.
At that moment, Yi Xiaoqi arrived with a team of people in the dark.
They hid in the woods under the cover of night, silently observing everything.
They knew that once the chanting ended, the statue would spew out black smoke, which would transform into countless tiny, serpentine shadows that would burrow into the bodies of the kneeling people, devouring their flesh and souls, and ensuring they would never be reincarnated.
The Emperor of Great Xia still sat on the throne, but like a puppet, he turned a deaf ear to the suffering of the people and ignored their hardships and the horrors of the blood sacrifices.
Outside the capital city, blood sacrifices continued, and cries of agony filled the air, yet he chose to protect himself.
Yi Xiaoqi looked down on such a cowardly and incompetent person, feeling that he was unworthy of being called a monarch. However, the instructions left by Lady Lan prevented her from doing anything to the royal family.
Hearing that a princess had fled to the north under the escort of the Night Guard, where she gathered an army and raised a new banner, she felt a little comforted, thinking that perhaps there were also unyielding spirits within the royal family.
At this moment, she finally made her decision, slowly drawing back the iron bow, her eyes reflecting the blazing fire on the altar.
The flames, like the fire in her heart, burned with hatred for the demonic sect.
Suddenly, two points of starlight streaked across the sky, as dazzling as shooting stars.
However, the two points of light did not disappear into the sky, but remained above the eerie statue.
The night was pitch black, but they radiated a unique glow, their fair skin and delicate beauty making them appear like celestial beings descended to earth.
The cultists were dumbfounded, wondering who these two mysterious women were, but they were definitely not people they could afford to offend.
So a group of people rushed forward and kowtowed, their posture extremely humble, uttering nothing but flattery.
Seeing this from a distance, Yi Xiaoqi quickly lowered her head to avoid their gaze, signaling everyone not to look too long to avoid being discovered.
One of the "celestial beings" said softly, "I have only heard that the God of Plague loves to harvest faith, but I have never heard that such a crude blood sacrifice is required. Such primitive methods and such ugly images are truly an eyesore."
Another woman chuckled and chimed in, "Sister is right. How can such an unsightly stone statue and such shallow offerings be worthy of worshipping the god of plague?"
Before she finished speaking, Danzhu simply waved her long sleeves, and the demon cultists below fell to the ground like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, silently and effortlessly killed by her.
The people were so shocked by her that they fainted, so as to avoid making a fuss and causing trouble.
The two sang in perfect harmony, like a perfect duo on stage, their coordination was impeccable.
They then continued flying towards the city.
Yi Xiaoqi watched their departing figures, completely bewildered.