Free Web NovelChapter 630: Chapter 629: The Disappearance of Mr. Bloody Clothes_1
Half a day later, Silvertown.
In an ancient three-story residential building, Lamia was sitting bored at a table, pouring herself a drink she had casually taken from the wine cellar.
Behind her, men and women with vacant expressions wandered aimlessly around the room, while others sat against the wall on the ground, staring in a certain direction, both crying and laughing.
Under the influence of the "Chaos" authority’s power, these low-level followers of the Blood Moon Cult had all become completely mentally disordered fools.
She waited for a while and finally felt a response from the Great Witch’s Credential, immediately responding with her magic power.
Swirling fog transported her to a familiar space, where, apart from Abigail, who was maintaining the spell, only Aiden was present.
"How is the progress?" Aiden asked.
"We destroyed that stronghold you mentioned. Apart from one who tipped them off and a few who committed suicide, the rest I turned into idiots with my authority, and I cleaned up the corpses," Lamia said with a grin, "If it weren’t for your order not to kill, I would have definitely repainted the walls of this house with blood."
"I didn’t request to that extent..." Aiden shook his head, "But this is indeed better than having you go on a killing spree."
Once the followers of the Blood Moon Cult are affected by the "sacrifice", they aren’t considered normal people anymore. They would do anything, no matter how inhumane, if commanded by Mister Red Garment, and they would surely resist arrest. None of the Blood Moon Cult members who appeared in Silvertown five years ago left any survivors, for this reason.
Killing a large number of people at a stronghold could alert the local police, compared to simply increasing the patient count at the local psychiatric hospital, which is a more moderate approach.
Ordinary police getting involved would only lead to unnecessary casualties. As for the Heresy Tribunal, he had already provided some intelligence through his connections, and the local Heresy Tribunal was conducting their investigation more cautiously.
"How long ago did you finish the job?" Aiden inquired.
"Almost an hour ago," Lamia replied.
"What about Qiqimora?" Aiden looked toward Abigail.
"No response yet," Abigail replied.
"Maybe she’s been taken out," Lamia said with schadenfreude.
"Or she’s found critical clues and it’s not convenient to respond yet," Aiden added, "She’s now a saint, and she possesses the exclusive authority; even the current Mister Red Garment might not rank higher than her. It would be too weak if she was taken out so easily. Moreover, if she’s gone, I’m done for."
"I feel the same," Qiqimora’s voice suddenly echoed in the space.
"She’s here," Abigail announced.
Grey fog swirled around a seat, and Qiqimora’s figure became visible within it.
"Welcome back. Have you found the upstream organization?" Lamia picked up her glass, then gulped down a mouthful of wine.
"I might have located their headquarters," Qiqimora responded.
"What?" Lamia threw her glass away, the sound of shattering glass
"That guy who sent the message to another stronghold released a carrier pigeon, so I killed him and took control of the pigeon. Then, I found a manor," Qiqimora explained, "High-Rank Bloodline members are patrolling around the manor. This is not an ordinary stronghold."
"High-Rank Bloodline members are former high-ranking individuals of the old Blood Moon Cult who served the Grim Reaper. Now, they should be under the direct control of Mister Red Garment," Aiden explained, "They haven’t been in Silvertown for long, so it’s not strange that they haven’t developed a very complex organizational network."
"Does that mean the Avenging Blades are at that place?" Lamia couldn’t sit still anymore, "Where is it!? Tell me, quick!!"
"I’m not telling you; nothing good comes with you involved," Qiqimora refused.
"I have an idea, you get lost, and I’ll kill my way in," Lamia said.
"You can’t hide yourself, if you insist on a suicide mission, better give me your divinity first," Qiqimora said.
"Enough, your companion’s consciousness is really lousy," Aiden shook his head helplessly, "I told you all to be cautious. By the way, Qiqimora, what happened to that pigeon?"
"When it flew near here, a bat transformed by a Bloodline creature snatched it away. I couldn’t keep up, but luckily, I found this manor," Qiqimora said, "They should have received the message that the base was attacked."
"Then they should be reacting, if Mr. Blood Veil is in command of the cult he should give out instructions. Infiltrating now, you might find him," Aiden said.
"That’s what I think too." Qiqimora vanished from the summoning space as soon as she finished speaking.
"This guy plans to monopolize the sole authority, huh?" Lamia hissed.
"You’re entertaining the same idea anyway," Aiden replied.
At that moment, he heard a knock on the door.
"Hold on a second, I have work," Aiden said, and then he released the Great Witch’s Credential he was holding.
The grey mist dissipated, and the scene before his eyes returned to his own office.
"Come in," he called out to the door.
Veronica, who was supposed to be on duty in the core area’s cells, pushed the door open and said to Aiden with a serious face, "Sir, the prisoner 3020 says she must see you right away!" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"Halo?" Aiden frowned slightly, "What does she want?"
"She told me to tell you..." Veronica’s voice dropped lower, "Mr. Blood Veil’s reaction, it seems to have disappeared."
Aiden’s eyes widened in shock.
The Goddess of Revenge had always harbored a revenge response towards Mr. Blood Veil. She once told him that this kind of response could be completely dissolved in only two ways, one is if the hatred dissipates, and the other is... if the object of revenge dies.
Could it be that Mr. Blood Veil... is dead?
Meanwhile, far away in the outskirts of Silvertown, Qiqimora, who was preparing to infiltrate the target manor, was a bit stunned.
First, she heard a rumbling resonance from inside the manor, followed by the simultaneous shattering of the manor’s window panes. Countless bats surged out of the windows, resembling a swarm of bees flying from a fallen hive.
It wasn’t just the manor, a large number of bats also flew out from the little woods surrounding it.
Qiqimora realized that these were High-Rank Bloodline creatures hidden within this core stronghold. Besides those inside the manor, there were also the patrolling Bloodline creatures Qiqimora had just seen.
They organized a massive evacuation and, turning into bats, left the stronghold.
Qiqimora, looking up at the bats that almost formed a black cloud in the sky gradually moving away, realized that these people could act so orderly, probably receiving the same command—at the direction of Mr. Blood Veil.
But according to the information, Mr. Blood Veil was not a Bloodline creature.
Meaning, Mr. Blood Veil should still be inside the manor.
Getting close enough, Qiqimora tried to recite the ’concealment’ divine words. The high-level ’concealment’ could very precisely set certain objects in her field of vision as invisible, achieving an effect of seeing through them.
Qiqimora saw through the walls of the building, scanning the main building of the manor carefully, only to unexpectedly find that there was not a single living person inside this mansion—apart from a few corpses, those fleeing Bloodline creatures had almost left nothing behind.
