Chapter 1062 1061 The Cultists’ Gathering Experience Points Gathered Together

Chapter 1062 1061. Gathering of cultists = experience points gathered together

The memory loss caused by the incomplete mind of the cultist is very huge, but at least Mo Cheng can still find how to connect from the other party's head, as well as the remaining thoughts of completing the sacrifice ceremony.

This is one of the few things that this cultist can call "normal thinking", although it is not very normal from the perspective of ordinary people.

But compared to the parts of the brain that have been contaminated by other cultists, it is very rare to still have something that shows normal thoughts in the brain.

The memory in other places is simply a ball of dark mud. Apart from some incomprehensible and repeated syllables, there is nothing that can be called [information] at all.

This is the lowest level role among cultists. They are too greedy and ask too much from the evil god, and they themselves are not capable enough to bring benefits to the evil god.

Then most of their fate will be like this. Their souls will be branded by the evil god, and they will even be used as fuel to squeeze out the power of faith.

Although the amount of power of faith that a soul of this level can squeeze out is rare, if the base number goes up, it is still very impressive.

After all, in times of war, the evil god will not lack believers who prepare fuel.

It's just that the quality of this [believer] is probably not comparable to that of the true god's [light believer].

The cultist transformed by Mo Cheng hid his whereabouts all the way and came to a remote place in the market. There were several pieces of bright red and pink cloth hanging here. They were some kind of wandering warbler, street girl, etc. They had different names but their nature A professional gathering place for one thing.

However, judging from the faded and even stained fabric, this gathering place must not have been used for a long time.

After Mo Cheng came here, he looked around, and then a disguised hoarse voice came from behind him, "Have you brought anything?"

At some point, a cultist wrapped in black robes and wearing a gray-white mask appeared behind Mo Cheng.

The cultist seemed to appear mysteriously behind him, but Mo Cheng had already noticed through his senses that the cultist came behind him from a secret passage underground.

There is a way to pretend to be a ghost, but it can only be used to deceive the cultists who have little knowledge.

Mo Cheng respectfully handed over three human heads tied together by their hair, and said solemnly, "I am ready to dedicate everything for the glory of God."

The cultist took the three heads and took a deep breath at them, as if to suck something out of the frightened death faces, "Pure despair, rich fear, look at the expression on this face, It’s a masterpiece, I’m very optimistic about you.”

It is indeed pure and frightening. After all, the cultist who was beaten to a pulp by Mo Cheng never died peacefully. Mo Cheng even used [Nightmare] to drag him into the quagmire of fear before he died.

The head made of the cultist's meat paste was naturally full of fear.

As for the expression on his face, Mo Cheng based it on this memory. For a period of time when he was in [Foreign Land], [The Killing Monk] had a habit of killing people if he had time. The heads were chopped off and placed on top of each other in Beijing.

Therefore, I have an extraordinary sense of familiarity with the structure of the human head and the expressions on the human face, especially the expressions of fear, death, and despair on the face.

Ask Mo Cheng to make a beautiful or handsome face, he may not be able to do it, but if he is asked to make a death that is tragic, extremely miserable, and cruel...

This is a [very easy] level of difficulty for him.

"Come with me."

Perhaps Mo Cheng's behavior proved something. The cultist fumbled in front a few times, and then a door suddenly appeared on the ground and opened. "Follow closely, I don't care if you die."

After saying that, the cultist walked straight away. Although his words were a bit confusing, Mo Cheng could tell that this place was filled with a lot of mechanisms.

There are even mechanisms that need to be closed manually along the way. If you forget to close them manually, you will definitely die even if you are taking the correct route.

This road is filled with many mechanisms, and those who do not know its secrets will face many dangers if they proceed rashly, but for a master assassin from the Shadow Sect...

The mechanism in this place is no more difficult than a children's rocking car.

Silently following the cultists, sometimes Mo Cheng had already escaped the trap before the person in front even said how to pass.

I don’t know how long I walked, but suddenly my eyes suddenly opened up and were filled with light.

"Go in and wait until everyone is here."

After the cultist brought Mo Cheng here, he turned around and left. He wanted to continue bringing people down from above.

Mo Cheng nodded, and then walked towards the underground hollow. It seemed to be some kind of abandoned urban construction project, and it was especially empty. Coupled with the traps along the way and the secrecy of this place, it was a suitable place. A place for secret gatherings.

Everyone here wears black robes and masks. No one can see each other's faces. At the same time, the masks and black robes exude some strange power, blocking possible prying eyes.

Mo Cheng walked around nonchalantly, as if observing the environment, but in fact, he pricked up his ears and quietly eavesdropped on the exchanges between the cultists who were divided into small groups.

During the communication between the cultists, Mo Cheng learned two pieces of news.

One is that this is the first large-scale gathering in the past few years. The last time such a gathering was held in one fell swoop, many potential cultists were lost.

Therefore, many of the cultists here do not know each other, which gives Mo Cheng very good identity protection.

Among the group of cultists, Mo Cheng silently shuttled among them like a ghost. No one noticed him, and no one could catch his figure with their eyes.

He was like a non-existent ghost, wandering in the blind spots and edges of perception of many cultists, without arousing any alertness.

Maybe they didn't have the idea to be alert at all. After all, this place is filled with some magical power belonging to the evil god. It may not be able to fight against too powerful enemies, but it can warn and detect the coming crisis.

In fact, if Mo Cheng wanted to, he could [clean up] all the cultists and ensure that the divine power here would not trigger an alarm until the last person fell.

If he put some effort into reviving the skills of the former master assassin, he could be sure that all the cultists would die inexplicably, and they would not realize there was an enemy until they fell dead.

As we continue to move forward, there are fewer and fewer cultists along the way, and their strength also increases.

In the end, Mo Cheng's figure almost disappeared into the shadows and quietly approached an altar.

The altar was made of bones and flesh, but Mo Cheng could tell that there was only a little bit of human flesh and bones mixed in, and more of the bones and flesh of animals.

Under the altar, there is a round table with eight masked people sitting on it.

It seems that these masked men are the leaders of these cultists.

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