The Divine Hunter Chapter 28: Priest of the God of Omens

The dark sewers were so dark that there was almost no light. Dirty and foul-smelling liquid gurgled in the ditches. Occasionally, rats and cockroaches crawled across the corners, making chirping sounds.

Small footsteps sounded, and three figures holding torches stopped somewhere in the pipeline. "The bodies of the two bat-winged demons are missing..." someone said,

"Human blood is fine wine for vampires, and the blood of low-level vampires is also an irresistible temptation for wild animals." Oakes touched the side of the hood and lowered his voice, "The blood of the bat-winged demon is also an irresistible temptation." The corpse... has probably been eaten."

"Open your eyes. There are no pieces of meat or bones nearby. It doesn't look like the body of that thing was eaten." Seret said solemnly.

After returning the three knights to Yada, the Serrit brothers decided to accompany Roy into the sewers. The cooperation of the three demon hunters was enough to deal with most dangers.

The demon hunter's pupils began to reflect cold light, reflecting a drag mark on the ground where sewage flowed across the ground, which was difficult for ordinary people to detect. On the winding mark, a looming red ribbon made of blood molecules emerged. Come out and stretch to the end of the invisible darkness, pointing the way for them.

"Come this way..." Oaks wiped the dirty water from his palms on his red and white turban, then stalked along the path in pursuit.

Roy and Serret followed behind. Compared to the reckless Oakes, the two acted more cautiously: they extinguished the torch, half of their body was hidden in the darkness, and they vigilantly surveyed the surrounding environment as they walked.

The body was dragged neither too close nor too far, they crossed two marked pipes on the map, and finally came to an old brick wall covered with moss and phytoplankton.

A fork in the road, the left side and the front are places that have not been visited yet, and the **** ribbon and dragging traces stop abruptly here.

The demon hunters exchanged glances, quickly searched the nearby ground and walls, and then found some scattered marks on the bricks in the corner, which were a row of characters based on the universal script of the North.

How could such a row of characters appear for no reason in a sewer that is dirty, dangerous, and inaccessible? The witchers all realized that this was some kind of mechanism.

The demon hunter brothers did not act recklessly, they had no clue.

After Roy thought briefly, that incredible dream suddenly flashed through his mind. In the huge spider web, a spider-like monster screamed at him.

"Black Greyba..."

"...gray...ba..."

He remembered that this name with unknown meaning also appeared on the tongue of a bat-winged demon.

Is it a coincidence?

Roy checked the characters on the wall again and was convinced: no more, no less, it just fits!

"This is the password of the agency!" Roy touched the brick with the characters painted on it, and at the same time motioned to the Oaks brothers to draw their weapons, form seals, and guard both sides of the wall.

When he finished touching all the characters, a light and crisp sound suddenly appeared, like the moment when a key was used to unlock a door.

Roy pushed forward against the wall again, and the wall that was originally motionless was easily pushed inwards.

The heavy brick wall rubbed against the ground, causing a huge movement, and a secret room was slowly revealed behind the wall.

At the door of the secret room, the demon hunter waited for a while but saw no movement, so he separated into two people to explore the way.

Serrit, who took the lead, took out a fist-sized glass ball from his close-fitting leather bag, rolled it along the ground toward the depths of the secret room, and then led Roy along the path where the glass ball rolled.

The two walked into a narrow corridor. The floor was covered with scarlet carpet and covered with dried blood scabs. A trace of fresh blood could also be seen. The walls on both sides maintained the rough, dark gray color of sewers. The only difference in style is that it has been artificially polished and looks smoother.

After the corridor is a spacious and bright hall. The brazier in the corner is burning brightly, illuminating every detail of the hall: there are no unnecessary decorations here, and an altar placed in the center is the most eye-catching.

A rotten stench far stronger than that in the sewer rushed towards my face.

The altar is piled with corpses, and hundreds of biological remains gather into a hill. At a glance, you can easily distinguish small animals like rats, medium-sized animals like hounds, water ghosts, evil ghosts, etc. Monsters, even humans.

Most of them are of a certain age, with only bare skeletons left, but some are relatively new and highly decayed, covered with red and green abscesses, mucus, and gray rotten flesh.

Including the two headless bat-winged demon corpses.

The witcher's gaze continued to move forward. Behind the altar stood a tall wooden frame like a door frame, with a totem hanging on thin black lines.

The totem has a web painted on it, with a lifelike lion-faced spider crawling in the web. The black fur, sharp claws, and ferocious body were exactly the miniature version of the monster Roy saw in his dream.

"Black Grayba, is this what you are referring to?" Roy was startled. Suddenly, the **** pattern on the back of the lion-faced spider seemed to come alive and kept squirming, from slow to fast, forming a vortex. Capturing all his thoughts.

At the same time, there was a bewitching whisper, like the voices of countless men, women, old and young, echoing in his ears.

For a moment, many illusions appeared in front of his eyes, and Roy became dazed, but his strong will sounded the alarm for him.

He shook his head and bit the tip of his tongue. After the severe pain passed, the strange vision disappeared from his eyes.

He immediately looked away.

"Don't look at that totem!"

"Well..."

The Serret brothers were refreshed and broke away from the hallucination at the same time.

The three of them exchanged looks with solemn expressions.

In unison, they raised their toes and arched their backs and began to walk towards the altar.

Everything in the secret room proves that this is the underground stronghold of a secret cult. The question is where did the priest go?

The brazier is still burning. Where are the believers who moved the body of the bat-winged demon in?

Serrit stopped after taking a few steps, and then pointed at the mountain of altars.

Roy followed his guidance, focused his attention, and heard the faint sound of breathing and heartbeat. The erratic breathing and rapid heartbeat indicate how nervous the hiding person is.

Serrit made a gesture and double-teamed him from the left, while Roy held the crossbow and moved to the right. Oaks is in the middle.

What the two did not expect was that the hider could not bear the pressure first.

"Don't kill me! I...I surrender!"

Amidst the trembling screams, a slender woman wearing a white sacrificial robe stood up from behind the altar. She raised her hands high and slowly turned her face, revealing an unusually young face.

She has a very delicate appearance, with thin lips, bright black eyes, and long reddish-brown hair hanging casually on her shoulders. Her skin is white and transparent under the firelight, and a layer of thin and shallow down is faintly visible between her neck.

She was dressed neatly and freshly, giving people the impression of a girl next door, but at this moment the girl's face was pale, her lips were trembling slightly, and she was extremely scared.

Serrit didn't have any sympathy for her. It was so abnormal for such a clean and beautiful woman to appear in the dirty basement. He put the cold steel sword directly on the woman's neck.

"If you don't want to die, tell me honestly, where is this place and who are you?"

The woman glanced to the side covertly, and another man pointed his crossbow at her.

The steel sword around her neck and the threat of the crossbow left the little girl no room for resistance. She said timidly like a frightened quail, "Abigail... My name is Abigail, the priest of the Great Weaver." .This is its sanctuary."

"The Great Weaver?" The two demon hunters looked puzzled. They had never heard of this name.

"Are you referring to the lion-faced spider?" Roy stared at her, his dark gold pupils becoming deep.

Abigail

Age:15

Gender: Female

Identity: Priest of the God of Evil Omen

……

Roy looked confused.

Apart from her status as a priest, her attributes and skills are no different from those of ordinary girls.

Why live in a dangerous sewer?

Abigail swallowed and continued to explain, "Lion-faced Spider, Black Grayba, Coram Agh Tera, are all the names of the Great Weaver. . It is the weaver of destiny, in charge of the death of all living things, it——"

"Okay!" Seret said fiercely, "We are not here to listen to your preaching. This big spider is obviously an evil creature! Otherwise, why would he hide in a dirty and dark sewer and build an altar?"

"Vegima officially does not allow your faith, am I right?"

"The master is not an evil god!" Abigail resisted with a stiff neck, but was defeated again in the cold eyes of the witcher. "...But it is true that not only Vizima, but also the entire Temeria is forbidden to spread the faith of the Great Weaver. We were forced to have no choice but to establish a stronghold in a dark place like the sewers."

"If I am guessing correctly," Roy said with a solemn expression, "The Great Weaver you are talking about is also known as the God of Bad Omens, right?"

"Have you heard of it?"

"I've not only heard of it... I've also seen it." The demon hunter said fearfully.

The God of Bad Omens, the God of Evil Premonitions, this is the more popular name of the lion-faced spider among the people.

It is an extremely cruel **** who regards darkness and death as a creed and requires believers to frequently perform human sacrifices.

And its admirers believe that it is the great weaver that weaves human destiny into a giant web. This web is constantly expanding. When a certain thread is broken, it will cause someone to die suddenly, and when someone Kill himself and his thread will be broken.

Therefore, the lion-faced spider is also considered to be the **** of unnatural death.

The most notorious rumors about this **** and its church, in addition to human sacrifice, are the vicious curse abilities of its priests.

Some of the priests of the God of Omens have endless curse methods, and can even curse their murderers by sacrificing their own lives and souls after death.

Roy has seen this with his own eyes twice - the leader Aaron, who turns into a werewolf every night, is cursed by a believer of the **** of evil omens before his death, and he will bear that tragic fate. .

The same is true for the beggar Navilon.

In short, the belief in the God of Omens is now infamous in the north, almost completely banned, and the entire church is on the verge of extinction.

But Roy never expected that such a secret stronghold would be hidden in the sewers of Vizima, the capital of Temeria. If he hadn't cleaned the sewers for Yada, he would have been able to hide for a long, long time.

"The Church of the God of Omens and the Church of Virtue are all eyeing this sewer. Could it be that it is still a treasure?"

"Those two bat-winged demons!" Roy glanced at the huge corpse in front of the altar, "What is their relationship with the Cult of Evil Omen?"

Abigail leaned back slightly, slightly away from the edge of the steel sword between her neck, "They are the altar guardians tamed by the previous priest."

The demon hunter looked shocked, "Can a priest of the God of Omens tame monsters?"

"That's right. If the patron saint hadn't been eliminated, you wouldn't have surrendered so easily, right?"

Roy's eyes turned to the woman again, making her tremble. "So, Abigail, are you a native of Vizima? Where have the remaining priests and believers of the Church of Omen gone? ?"

"I grew up in Vizima," Abigail looked at the blazing brazier, her eyes twinkling. "My adoptive mother, the previous priest, passed away many years ago, and now I am the only priest left in Vizima."

"Are you sure?"

"I promise!"

Jianfeng moved closer~IndoMTL.com~Ochs, the demon hunter, couldn't control that much. What kind of cultist or woman would make such an evil sacrifice? It's better to die.

But Roy stopped him.

I planned to use the Yaksi Dharma Seal to torture me first, but halfway through drawing the Dharma Seal, I suddenly retracted my finger, because an extremely ominous premonition suddenly arose in my heart - if it continues, huge terror will come!

A warning from Ancient Blood?

"What a hot potato!"

In fact, he would rather face a bat-winged demon again than encounter such an evil church priest.

The priest of the God of Omens cannot be dealt with casually, otherwise she will be cursed and her life will be worse than death, but it is impossible to let her go directly.

"Let the church handle the church's affairs." Roy made up his mind, "Let's go, guys, bring Abigail to the princess to make a decision. Anyway, the layout of the sewers was her idea."