The Divine Hunter Chapter 35: Destiny in the Internet

In the evening, all the dark clouds that had shrouded Vizima throughout the afternoon dispersed.

The sky has been washed by the rain, and it is blue and clear, with a dreamy rainbow hanging on it.

At this time, the demon hunters have searched most of the settlements of the Lion-faced Spider Cultists and discovered some anomalies.

The identities of this group of believers are diverse, including businessmen, low-level coolies, craftsmen, beggars, serving soldiers, government officials of Vizima, and even serial killers.

Except for the washerwoman and her husband that the witcher initially found, nearly half of the believers chose to commit suicide.

And before they died, they all found a hidden resting place for their bodies, such as locked basements, storage rooms under corridors, and attics behind the ceiling... which seemed to delay the discovery of the bodies.

As for the method of death, suicide by cutting one's wrists is only the mildest method. There are also those who drink rat poison, and the most brutal method.

Facing the unrecognizable black and charred corpses, the demon hunters were extremely surprised. What kind of psychology or what kind of power supported them, allowing them to endure the severe pain of the flames burning flesh and blood without making a loud noise? Yelling and asking outsiders for help.

In other words, they regarded their actions as martyrdom.

“It’s really evil!”

Beside this group of suicides, the demon hunters without exception found their scriptures, which recorded some scattered notes, some like diaries, and almost crazy self-analysis. These words roughly pieced together the records of the recorders. Life:

A group of miserable people who have suffered some drastic changes in their lives; or they are psychopaths, whose distorted worldview is described in detail in scriptures.

It’s not surprising that the lion-faced spider, an evil and cruel **** that advocates human sacrifice, usually only attracts the insane and lunatic.

Normal people would take the initiative to stay away from it, so the Cult of Evil Omen has been developing in Vizima for decades and has only a few dozen scattered believers.

The deceased gave the witcher no clues about Abigail.

As for the other half of the believers, perhaps they felt it was not time to throw themselves into the arms of the lion-faced spider, and quietly evacuated from Vizima before Yada came to settle the score with them. They took away everything of value from the house, leaving only an empty room for the witcher.

……

"The last believer left."

The three demon hunters came to the arched alley, the poorest street in the temple district.

In a narrow alley, a ragged old man sat cross-legged on the ground paved with bluestones. Because it had just rained and the ground was wet and cold, he could only curl up with his skinny body like a poor stray dog, shivering while lowering his head and mumbling some vague words.

"Ding!"

A copper coin fell into his empty bowl...but the old beggar's face did not change, and his eyes remained empty and numb.

"Hey!" The witcher knelt down and stared straight at him. This beggar had a face with high cheekbones, dim eyes, a sunken nose, and black lips. He looked like he was wrapped in shriveled leather. skull.

He was draped in a tattered canvas, exposing the ribs on his chest. His hair was messy, sticky with dandruff and grease, and lice could be seen moving among the gray hair.

The whole body exudes an unpleasant sour smell.

He glanced up, then lowered his head again, ignoring the witcher and not even bothering to say a word of thanks.

"Black Grayba..." the witcher read to him, "Zolan Akh Terra..."

The old beggar suddenly smiled weakly and showed his rotten black and yellow teeth to the three demon hunters.

"I haven't seen you..." It was like he hadn't eaten for several days. His voice was weak and hoarse, and there seemed to be a lump of phlegm in his throat. "But I know who you are, heretics, lackeys of the Lady of the Lake. Don't try to fool me."

"Old man, are you tired of living?" Oakes bared his teeth and showed a ferocious expression at him. He pressed the hilt of the sword behind his back with his palm. The old beggar looked directly at him, with no fear.

"Old Gil...forget it, shall I call you Bilavis?" Roy stopped Oakes, a hidden light flashed in his dark gold eyes, "Don't be surprised, not only do I know your real name, I also know that you were born in Maribo and are...forty-eight years old this year...a believer of the Lion-Faced Spider!"

"Who are you?" The old beggar's face was moved. He had never told anyone this information except his own god.

"For the sake of fairness, why don't you answer me a question first?" Roy said, without waiting for the other party's reaction, and asked, "Your fellow believers committed suicide and fled, and you, a mere beggar, Why do you still have the confidence to stay in Vizima? Are you waiting for us to catch you?"

"Life is not easy outside, why go to jail and make a living?" Seret added.

The old beggar was not angered by the demon hunter's words at all. Instead, he leaned against the wall and smiled strangely.

"I was wrong...you are not pagans, you are ignorant unbelievers." A beggar with a humble status looked at the three of them with a look of superiority, condescension, and pity.

"Escape is an act of betraying the gods, and you will suffer endless torture after death. Therefore, there is no word escape in Old Gill's dictionary. If you are willing to have a thorough understanding and believe in our Lord, I can reluctantly be your guide, so that You escape the whirlpool of ignorance." The old beggar maintained a dignified expression on his dirty and ugly face, and a ray of holy light emerged from his cloudy pupils.

"Follow my Lord, and my Lord will grant you the qualifications to enter the eternal web."

The three demon hunters exchanged glances, feeling a little ridiculous that a beggar was trying to brainwash them.

"Everyone can say nice things, but they cannot hide the ugliness. Bilavius, since running away is an act of blasphemy, how come your respected priest Abigail has also become a blasphemer?"

The old beggar remained silent, appearing to be extremely sensitive to Abigail's topic.

"Think about it carefully..." Roy sighed, "If you don't run away, why don't you imitate your fellow believers and commit martyrdom? You are still afraid..."

"Self-commitment is the path guided by the great Zhuo Lan, but it is not my destination...nor is it the fate of the priest."

"The lion-faced spider will also determine the way the believer dies? Then what is your end point?" Seret grinned, revealing a mouth of white teeth, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The old beggar raised his head and stretched his black neck, with relief in his eyes.

"We will not kill you, poor man, the Knight of White Rose will kill you."

Roy finally threw another copper into the broken bowl and pretended to leave.

The old beggar breathed a sigh of relief, but the demon hunter who was supposed to leave suddenly turned around and drew a green inverted triangle seal with his fingers towards his sight.

The seal reflected in the old beggar's eyes, and he lost himself in an instant.

"Bilavis, let's talk openly and honestly now." Roy asked while maintaining the Yakshi Seal on his hand,

"Why did Abigail deal with Yada."

"Totem..." The old beggar's pupils lost focus and resistance, and he replied mechanically, "Yada stole Zhuo Lan's totem sacred object. Zhuo Lan was angry. The believers sacrificed their lives to appease him. My lord, but it is not enough, it wants revenge."

Roy's mind flashed to the underground sanctuary, behind the bone altar, the flag depicting a lion-faced spider, which was filled with the believers' faith, and the faith had a strong influence on the Lady of the Lake who once plundered Dagan's altar, so The totem of the lion-faced spider is also an excellent tonic for her.

As her priest, Yada will naturally not let this thing go.

So the Evil Omen Theocratic Church and the Virtue Church have completely turned against each other, and there is no possibility of relaxation.

"Stealing food from the mouth of a lion-faced spider, no wonder..." Regarding this point, Yada did not reveal it to the witcher.

"So, where is Abigail now?"

"She is...she is..." the old beggar's voice became intermittent, and his expression suddenly tightened and then relaxed.

"Think about it carefully, you know, she is safe, right? Hidden in an unexpected place?" The witcher guided softly.

However, the old beggar suddenly began to shake his head, swinging wildly, his wrists and ankles stretched straight, his body began to twitch, and he made a low and terrifying sound of "Uh, Uh, Uh" from his mouth, and his eyeballs were dark and pale. Constantly changing between.

More terrifying than an epilepsy attack.

Roy subconsciously stayed away from him, and Oakes and Seret pulled out the Snake Sect silver sword.

This situation lasted for about ten seconds. When the old beggar stopped twitching, his face turned blood red, the veins on his neck stood out, and his eyes turned completely black.

What was even weirder was that he then became like a humanoid spider, bending his hands and feet, pressing his waist and back against the wall behind him, and using his hands and feet together contrary to common sense, he climbed to the top of the arch.

Looking down at the three demon hunters, his dark eyes were as deep as the abyss.

"Blasphemer, sinner!" The old beggar made a completely different voice than before, like countless men, women, and children roaring together, and countless voices compounded into one voice.

A strong wind blew up, causing his hair to fly wildly.

"Snake sect demon hunters Roy, Oakes, and Seret, I curse you!" He shouted hoarsely, "In the name of Black Greyba, I curse you forever—"

"Boom——"

A seal of Alder blocked the rest of the old beggar's words in his mouth, and then a cold light passed through the air. The cold light stayed in the air briefly, forming a half-moon-shaped afterimage.

When the afterimage disappeared, Roy shook off the blood on the sword and reinserted Arondette into the scabbard behind his back. At the same time, a round head rolled to his feet.

The old beggar with a hideous face did not close his eyes until his death.

With his death, all the visions around him came to an abrupt end.

"How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

Ochs shook his head, still a little frightened, "The curse must have been interrupted."

Roy confirmed through observation that there was nothing abnormal about the two brothers' condition. ~IndoMTL.com~As for myself, the health status in the attribute template has not changed,

"The curse doesn't seem to be taking effect. What's the reason?" The demon hunter looked at the 20 more experience points and thought thoughtfully, "Is it because I harvested his soul?"

Under the template, all living beings are equal, and those killed by him will become experiences.

He became more and more certain.

The old beggar Pilavas will never have the chance to return to his so-called "eternal web".

The only thing that greeted him was probably nothingness?

"Next time, we have to act faster." Roy was a little unwilling, "It's a pity that the last clue ends here, and we can't find out the whereabouts of Abigail."

"Boy...you still want to continue, the ancient blood didn't give any warning? I don't want to continue anyway!" Seret looked solemn,

"Second!" Oakes agreed. "We'd better not wade into this muddy water."