“… That’s all. Simon is dead, headquarters was attacked, and Clayon’s authority has been elevated, but we no longer have any reinforcements…”
Within the convenience store, Nietzsche held a cup of hot cocoa, recounting everything that happened with worry lining his forehead. “I’m too weak…”
“I thought you would blame me.” Fang Yuan put down his newspaper and smiled. “Because of someone’s irresponsibility…”
“No, I’ve thought it over. It’s definitely not your fault. You’re unrelated to this, and no one requires you to do anything, but I have this responsibility!” Nietzsche took a deep breath. “I am ashamed of my narrow-mindedness and cowardice!”
“Congratulations, young man, you’ve grown up!” Fang Yuan congratulated him without meaning it.
“So… I’ve leaked your information as well!” A hint of cunning flashed across Nietzsche’s eyes. “You won’t be rejecting more customers since you specialize in selling occult items, I presume?”
“Of course, I welcome it very much!” Fang Yuan looked behind him and saw Angelina. “Hello, Miss Tour Guide!”
“Good day, Your Excellency…” Angelina was vigilant because she could not discern the strength of the convenience store owner across from her.
She could only see a normal person, but how was this possible?
“Welcome to my humble store. Please let me know what you require!” Fang Yuan displayed a profiteer-like smile.
“Hmm…” Angelina pondered before asking directly, “What do you think would suit me?”
“At first glance, this beautiful lady has the temperament of an artist, and you’re most suited for choosing some artworks to display home… Such as this!”
Fang Yuan snapped his fingers, and Morigu emerged with an oil painting. It was Dream!
“This…” Angelina’s and Nietzsche’s eyes fixated on it as they felt the extraordinary power from the oil painting.
“Impossible… Didn’t Nietzsche destroy it?” Angelina could not believe her eyes. She suddenly turned toward Morigu and felt a spring of fear overflowing in her soul.
“This… No one knows if the one he destroyed was real or not, but this is only selling for ten gold punks. I’m selling it at a loss. So, do you want it?” Fang Yuan asked with a tempting voice.
“I really want it, but I still have a mortgage to pay. Can I pay for it in installments?” Angelina was slightly embarrassed.
For her, it really was a huge sum of money.
“Sorry, we don’t do installments!”
Not long after he sent the disappointed Angelina away, Clayon entered with a serious face.
“Welcome, what do you need?” Fang Yuan asked with a smile, appearing as though he did not have knowledge of the men in black outside.
“Mr. Andy, don’t you think you should apologize for the deception you pulled earlier?” Clayon stared at Fang Yuan, trying to pressure him.
“Deception? What deception are you talking about?” Fang Yuan asked innocently. “I’ve told you many times that everything I sell here is authentic! They are genuine! You are the ones who are insisting they are fake…”
“All right…” A smile broke out on Clayon’s thin face. “In that case, can I buy some stuff as a customer?”
“Of course, I welcome all customers!” Fang Yuan opened his arms. “Please take your pick!”
After ten minutes, Nietzsche and Clayon held a bunch of items, threw down all their money on the counter, and left the convenience store.
At the end of the street, a few black cars immediately came over to pick them up.
“How is it? Is your feeling accurate? I used public funds to purchase them…” Clayon eyed Nietzsche.
“I believe they should all contain extraordinary powers? But I’m not quite sure…” Nietzsche was hesitant and lamented over the riches of the Investigation Agency. It was totally on a different level compared with a poor guy like him.
“The assessment is out. The strength of the target is unknown. We suspect that he’s an Abyssor. He has no tendency toward violence. but has a weird personality… Suggest conducting long-term surveillance!” Clayon said quickly as a man in black next to him wrote it down.
“Send these items to the research center immediately. If the results are good, we’ll allocate funds to purchase such extraordinary items in the future…”
Clayon sighed. “I hope to increase the strength of our division against the ever-growing power of darkness in Kimbert City…”
…
In a dark underground space.
White candles shined all around, reflecting many black, swaying figures.
“Kimbert City… I can feel the summon here!”
In the middle of a stone room was a huge, strange eye sculpture. Many blood veins spread out from its vertical eye. It looked very evil.
In fact, if Morigu were here, she would have recognized it with a glance. This was a Son of Omar, an Eye of Darkness, like the one that had ruled the Arita World!
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It was a progeny of Omar and had vast powers, enough to rule over a planet.
Obviously, one of the Ancients on this planet had also been an Eye of Darkness!
Moreover, there were many believers, which had given rise to the Church of the Eye.
“The eye of the great existence watching over this place…”
Someone who seemed to be a high priest and wearing a pendant that had the image of the vertical eye lifted a golden sacrificial knife and placed eyeballs that were dripping with blood on an altar. “The eye in the darkness, please guide us!”
Whoosh!
Eyeball after eyeball burst into flames and emitted a unique scent.
After inhaling this scent, many cultists suddenly became groggy, their bodies swaying. They started letting out all sorts of growls and groans.
A hood was knocked over, revealing the appearance of a cultist. One of his eyes was blind, looking very terrifying!
This was the hallmark of the Church of the Eye. They had to dedicate one eye each to the Eye of Darkness through a ritual.
Those present were undoubtedly the core members of the Church of the Eye.
After the ritual, their faces flushed red, as though they had received supreme satisfaction and relief.
“We’ve already completed flesh and blood… The great Eye of Darkness requires us to offer the final Offering of Souls to summon it…” The high priest opened his arms wide with excitement. “The Ancient will definitely return and rule this planet again!”
“All glory belongs to the Eye of Darkness!” All the cultists knelt and repeated respectfully.
“Barbara! I’ll leave this matter in your hands, all right?”
“No problem. I will definitely obtain enough sacrifices for the Eye of Darkness… especially those bloodlines that got away. I can smell their aura…” a middle-aged woman answered.
She had fiery red hair and a voluptuous body. She must have been quite a beauty when she was young. However, the three scars on her face had caused one of her eyes to go blind, completely ruining her beauty.
She might only have one eye left, but her face was full of fanaticism.
“The previous ritual? They are indeed the best offerings!” The high priest nodded. “I hope they won’t let down the gifts they received all these years and have become… delicious enough!”
…
At the same time, within the Investigation Agency branch.
“Everything regarding the Feast of Meat and the subsequent information is all here. It just came from headquarters. Take a look…”
Clayon gave out the stack of information, rendering the whole meeting room silent.
Angelina was among them, looking intently at one of the pages.
“Dark Ritual, Ancient… Feast of Meat, Blood Sacrifice, Offering of Souls…”
Nietzsche could not wait to read it.
It had to be said that the Investigation Agency headquarters did have great strength and a massive network of relationships. The contents of the investigation were much clearer than the information from Gegehu.
“The Feast of Meat requires the spread of ghouls. For the Blood Sacrifice, the main force is vampires. And for the final Offering of Souls, all sorts of vengeful spirits are just supplementary. The most important thing is a ritual—the Battle Royale. The people carrying out the ritual had branded certain imprints on these sacrifices tens or even hundreds of years ago. They would then let them escape and allow the sacrifices to spread their bloodlines, thereby letting the imprints spread before eventually producing the most perfect sacrifice…”
Nietzsche felt his fingertips turn cold as he touched his nape subconsciously.
He had long had his doubts. After all, his ancestor was merely an ordinary person. How could he have escaped from a powerful cult organization with a large number of Extraordinaries, get married, and have children?
Now, however, it seemed as though it had gone exactly as they planned.
Everything was part of the ritual from then until now!
“Damn these pieces of shit!”
Nietzsche clenched his teeth and saw Angelina’s expression change as well.
Right, this lady has a similar imprint…
“Do you understand?” Clayon spread his fingers, pressing his palm on the table with a serious expression. “Our next job will be very difficult. In addition to ghouls and vampires, we may face attacks from ghosts. Therefore, I’ve invited a consultant who has done considerable research on this matter, Miss Angelina!”
“Ahem…” Angelina had a pair of round-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, seeming quite intellectual. She pushed the frame up. “I can make some enchanted bullets and talismans specifically against spirits, but that’s all I can do. Vengeful spirits, even in occultism, are very weird and dangerous. If you’re even a little careless, they can take the lives of Extraordinaries… Just like what happened to Simon…”
As soon as she said that, everyone’s expression became unnatural.
However, Angelina acted as though she did not notice it and continued, “The ritual for the Offering of Souls requires elaborate layout and arrangements, and it’s not something the vampires nor ghouls can handle. Therefore, I believe there might be cultists involved. What we have to be careful about is the summoning ritual in case they gather the flesh, blood, and soul. If we don’t stop it, all of Kimbert City will be destroyed!”
“What Miss Angelina said is exactly what I wanted to say!” Clayon looked grim. “We can’t let these cultists continue to run wild for the sake of us and our families!”