Chapter 111: Black Mass

Awooo…

The night grew darker. Under the shroud of darkness, the remote Gulan Town was as silent as death. In the distance, a few faint wolf howls could be heard occasionally, sounding mournful and cold.

Hu Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, quietly focusing his mind on Cultivation, with the ancient Death Oak lying flat on his knees.

The night was the world of the Undead.

As a power ful Lich King, no one was more sensitive to the Death Aura than him. The Death Aura drifting within the Monastery was very weak, so weak that even the two accompanying White-robed Priestesses could not detect it, but it could not hide from his senses. This simple Monastery seemed fine on the surface, but upon closer thought, every part of it seemed wrong.

Many castles or Settlements had Monasteries, but he had never heard of a Monastery where the Elder could directly order the guards at the Settlement gates.

Due to limited financial resources, Monasteries in many places were simple, but none were as dark and damp as the Monastery in Gulan Town.

Monasteries filled with Nuns had always been holy grounds for believers, holy, bright, and full of life; no Monastery was as dead as this one.

Hu Feng closed his eyes tightly and gently touched the scripture on the cover of the Twelve Bibles with his fingertips.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that such an ordinary-looking book could possess such power. After a long while, the phantom of the Great Mystery Demon God surging within his body finally sensed a trace of aura left by the Grand Missionary O’Brien on the cover. Holy, natural, and seemingly carrying a touch of endless sorrow.

“Grand Missionary O’Brien, who exactly is this person? And what secret is hidden within this book?”

After weighing it repeatedly, Hu Feng took out the Dark Magic Pen and mobilized the Magic Power and soul power within his body to write a huge ‘Seal’ character, setting up a massive Magic Array. Then, he slowly opened the thick Bible. In an instant, a vast amount of Holy Energy rushed out, purifying all dark and evil things. Fortunately, it was blocked by the massive Magic Array and did not leak out; otherwise, it might have awakened everyone in the Monastery immediately.

“Holiness is the end of all evil; I exchange my life for a sliver of holy power!”

“Sincere faith does not lie in rigid and tedious rituals, but in a person’s heart.”

“There is gain and there is loss; when I gained the power I pursued for thousands of years, I found I had lost everything beyond that power!”

…

The Bible contained common scriptures that looked plain and ordinary. But after each passage, a sentence was added, signed—O’Brien.

Individually, the scriptures showed no abnormality, but when connected, they emitted a powerful Holy Energy. The further he turned, the thicker the holy aura became. By the time he turned to the fifth page, wisps of black smoke were rising from Hu Feng’s body, and the Death Aura within him was on the verge of collapsing. The open Bible seemed like the Angel Statue enshrined in the Monastery, drawing a mysterious power endlessly from the Void.

“Could this be the power of faith!”

Hu Feng closed the Bible, lost in thought.

The Cultivation methods after the Divine Domain were beyond his imagination now. But according to Ovisis’s memory, after stepping into the God Step, the Magic Power and soul power within the body would seem to evolve into another high-level energy. Cultivating not only required consuming a large number of Crystal Veins but also the so-called Power of Faith. The more believers there were, the faster the Cultivation speed.

Woo…

While focusing on Cultivation, it was suddenly past midnight. Just as Hu Feng put away the Twelve Bibles and prepared to continue Cultivating, a sudden gust of ominous wind appeared outside the window, accompanied by intermittent whispers.

The sound was not loud and drifted indistinctly, yet it rang directly in the depths of people’s souls without hindrance. It seemed like an irresistible summon from heaven and earth, or like the affectionate calls of relatives. Soon, familiar figures appeared outside the window; Cinia, Randolph, and the others all walked out of their respective rooms. Their steps were stiff, their expressions blank, and led by a white-robed figure, they walked forward slowly.

The white-robed leader was tall and slender, holding a dim oil lamp. Looking at her back, she seemed to be Bella, the Nun beside Elder Aurora.

“What was meant to come has finally come!”

Hu Feng restrained the energy fluctuations within his body and slowly stood up. A gust of ominous wind blew past him, revealing a black shadow; Badeson, the Necromancer who had gone out to investigate, had finally returned.

“Lord, the situation seems a bit wrong!”

Badeson’s face was cold, and he looked around in panic. As a powerful Necromancer, he had seen many strange scenes, but thinking of the bizarre scene tonight still made his hair stand on end. “Before dawn, everything was normal in the Monastery and the town. But once it struck midnight, after hearing strange drumbeats, all the residents in the town walked out of their homes. Like the Undead, they made no sound, gathering eerily in the Monastery square. Fortunately, I ran fast; otherwise, Lord, you might never have seen me again. That drum sound made my consciousness dizzy the moment I heard it!”

“Drumbeats?” Hu Feng frowned.

“Yes, I saw it with my own eyes; the sound came from a strange war drum!” Badeson said with certainty.

“Interesting. I didn’t expect this small town to possess such an evil treasure!”

Hu Feng gave a cold laugh, waved his hand to store the Necromancer Badeson into the Demon Hunter Card, then feigned stiff limbs and quickly followed Randolph and the others. Led by the white-robed figure, they soon arrived at the spacious square of the Monastery. Around a high platform carved with Runes, a crowd had already gathered, looking crazed and obsessed as they watched the Priest on the platform. With the rise and fall of the drumbeats, they uttered dreamlike murmurs.

On the high platform, a burly Demon Hunter was tied to a Burning Stake, naked. A slender Nun stood before him. Not far away stood a dark red war drum; the drummer was none other than the previously aged Elder Aurora. At this moment, whether mad or under some influence, her power surged. With every hammer strike, people’s hearts trembled, and they shouted, ‘Ho, ho, ho’.

“Pious believers, come, go mad to your heart’s content, offer your souls to our great King of Destruction!”

Elder Aurora struck hard, and the dark red war drum let out a dull sound that exploded directly in people’s minds. The Burning Stake on the platform suddenly burst into sky-high flames, the scorching heat and endless fear making the bound Demon Hunter scream in agony. At the same time, the Nun standing before him slowly removed her clothes piece by piece. She knelt before the Demon Hunter, leaning her charming face close… soon, the Demon Hunter’s lower body became erect.

Behind him was the scorching Burning Stake; before him was an irresistible seductress!

On the high Altar, an unsightly scene appeared, but the believers watching below cheered and fell into madness. Randolph and the others, who had been moving stiffly just moments ago, also panted heavily as they joined the revelry, their consciousness completely sinking into boundless darkness.

Black Mass!

Hu Feng’s heart trembled, and he quickly understood what was happening.

Ever since there were pious believers, there had been evil traitors. Unlike normal believers, they believed in the dark and violent King of Destruction, often holding evil masses in remote and dark corners, sacrificing the lives of living people, and indulging in revelry during the ceremony. The Black Mass undoubtedly had a terrible influence on the Divine Court; every Grand Divine Official of Judgment struck at this evil ceremony without hesitation, but it was never completely eradicated.

Looking at Elder Aurora on the Altar, who was like a completely different person, Hu Feng finally understood. No wonder everyone here was so cold, even hostile, to his group; no wonder the Monastery here was dark and damp, with wisps of lingering Death Aura in the air. So that was it.

Dong…

Elder Aurora on the Altar suddenly struck with force, and the evil war drum let out a dull sound that made consciousness dizzy, looking at Hu Feng with an evil smile, whether intentionally or not. Her smile was stiff, and her body was filled with a sinister, cold aura, like a mummy that had been dead for a long time. Her turbid eyes had turned pitch black at some point, flashing with a cold light.

Not good!

Hu Feng’s brow twitched; he realized the other party might have seen through his disguise. Just as he prepared to make a move, a soft, elastic body suddenly threw itself into his arms.

The veil on Nun Cinia’s face had been blown away by the cold wind to some unknown corner, revealing her beautiful face. Her face was flushed, her eyes blurry, and her consciousness had sunk into dizziness along with Randolph and the others. Perhaps because she hadn’t woken up properly, she wore only a thin robe, exposing a section of her white chest and slender feet. Held in his arms, an alluring fragrance rushed to his nose.

“Cinia, Cinia…”

Hu Feng called out softly to the unconscious Nun, but unexpectedly, the louder he called, the tighter she held him. Her full breasts pressed tightly against his chest.

The strange drumbeats contained a terrifying soul attack; if one wasn’t careful, their consciousness would become dizzy and join the revelry with the evil believers. Hu Feng was already struggling to resist this invisible soul attack, but with Nun Cinia’s body rubbing against him, his body immediately reacted. His blood rushed up, and he instinctively held the soft body in his arms tightly.

Ding…

Just as Hu Feng’s consciousness was about to lose control, the Death Oak behind him suddenly trembled, bursting out with a strong Killing Intent. Hu Feng looked up in shock; Elder Aurora, who had just been on the Altar, had appeared before him at some point. The hammer in her hand transformed into a dark red python over a hundred meters long, hissing as it lunged forward. The entire Monastery, and even the entire town, was shrouded in a thick black fog at some point.

Unlike the Dark Mist, the black fog shrouding the Monastery carried a strong aura of destruction, slaughter, and mania. Just inhaling a trace made one feel manic. It was as if ants were crawling under the skin, making one want to tear everything in sight to pieces.

Eye of Destruction!

Elder Aurora, who had looked aged when they first met, now exuded a violent aura like an ancient King of Destruction. The dark red war drum transformed into a giant eye, slowly rising from behind her. Wherever her gaze fell, the believers fell into complete madness.