Chapter 1201: Chapter 1187: Altar
A group of people entered the vast blackened wasteland, surrounded by desolation, without any signs of life.
Deathly silent, calm.
The group kept moving forward, Alfred holding a dial in his hand, its pointer always pointing in the same direction, unaffected by Alfred’s movements.
Like a compass.
After traveling for a long time, a black city wall suddenly appeared before everyone.
The wall was about ten meters high, entirely black, composed of massive stones piled together, exuding a heavy and ancient aura.
At the center of the city wall.
A giant gate stood erect.
The gate was made of black iron, carved with intricate runes.
It was still Iron Stone Bishop.
He approached the gate slowly, placing one hand on it, seemingly deciphering the information of the runes.
This process lasted about five minutes.
The black iron gate suddenly opened, releasing a thick stench of blood.
Baiyu furrowed his brows.
Such a strong smell of blood indicated there must be creatures inside.
Alfred was not idle; as the gate opened, members of the Scarred Church followed him and began to push open the gate.
Immediately.
The scene behind the black iron gate unfolded.
Behind the gate, two rivers of blood flowed continuously, with a flawless black stone-paved road in the middle.
These rivers of blood seemed like drainage channels on either side of the road.
Within the blood.
There were many corpses.
Human and other animal remains were mixed.
In the middle of the two rivers, on the marble-covered road, there were many living people!
They crawled on the ground, moving slowly, relying on their knees to shuffle forward.
They progressed while bowing.
Muttering words.
They seemed to be chanting and praying for something.
However, each person was extremely emaciated, with sunken eyes, protruding eyes, skin wrapped over bones, yet their stomachs were bulging as if all the nourishment had gathered there.
Regardless of gender, they were all the same.
Alfred saw this scene, rage flickering in his eyes: "What Misar did here, the Life Sect still remains neutral; they are all damned, they all deserve to be on the Church’s gallows!"
Clearly.
This Chief Judge of the Scarred Church was extremely angry.
The members of the Scarred Church beside him were also very angry.
Clearly, these members understood the way the Asura Race reproduced, monsters that could only develop within other creatures’ bodies, residing there like the most horrifying parasites, vampires, using the host’s body nutrients to grow.
When they finally burst out of the host’s body.
The host would die immediately.
This extremely cruel and terrifying parasitic survival method also caused the Asura Race to constantly engage in warfare.
Broadly speaking.
The Asura Race is a species focused solely on plundering and war; their reproduction foundation lies in plunder.
These people have clearly had their spirits controlled, regardless of gender.
What awaits them.
Is only the result of painful death.
At the next moment, Alfred raised his hand and made a shallow cut in the air, a wound appearing on the necks of these people.
Those kneeling on the ground, like pilgrims.
Suddenly fell one after another.
They fell silently to the ground, not even bleeding, their bodies withered like dry trees.
At this point.
Their stomachs began to undergo strange changes.
The skin on their stomachs kept wriggling, and shortly after, a claw emerged from beneath the skin.
In just two or three seconds.
Those Asura Race infants covered in red hair, resembling puppies, crawled out from the bellies of these humans, glaring malevolently at Alfred and the others.
However.
Their hateful stares did not last long, as they were sliced into minced meat by invisible Blade Qi.
Alfred calmly withdrew his hand: "Let’s go; ahead should be the altar built by the Asura Race.
Misar dares to let us walk in so boldly, evidently already prepared.
Let’s see what cards he has up his sleeve."
Alfred said calmly.
The group, suppressing their anger and discomfort, began to continue along the road.
Along the way.
The road ahead was mostly the same, with those parasitized by the Asura Race, almost completely controlled humans who had lost their thinking ability, either brainwashed or forcefully altered in spirit.
Regardless of gender, none could escape.
Alfred was blunt in his approach, killing all along the way, whether they were parasitized humans or those Asura Race infants born prematurely sensing danger over their dead hosts.
Alfred was always ruthless in his actions.
Facing such situations, if not exterminated, they would only leave behind greater threats.
Before long.
The group was blocked.
A man with crimson skin and red hair covering his body slowly walked out, his eyes coldly surveying his surroundings.
"I didn’t expect your Church would dare to come here."
This man with crimson skin and red hair slowly drew a long red sword from within his body:
"To get past here, either you or you should try to hold me back."
He smiled, pointing to Alfred and Iron Stone Bishop: "Both of you carry injuries, your aura unstable, likely left by the head of the Cleanser, he is indeed strong."
However, you two managing to hold him back really surprises me."
Clearly.
This Asura Race man was stalling for time.
Iron Stone Bishop stepped forward: "Let me handle it, Misar Count’s proceedings should have reached the critical time, we cannot delay."
The group could naturally overwhelm him.
But like that.
It would greatly delay.
Making it impossible to resolve the issue.
If Misar Count’s sacrifice succeeds and something is summoned, it’s hard to imagine what it would be.
He chose this day because the city is extremely chaotic, requiring many people to maintain order within.
Because Founding Day.
Is the grandest festival in all Abaida, requiring numerous members to keep order, with Misar Count’s people secretly stirring trouble, causing more chaos.
This is the time when the Great Church is weakest.
Iron Stone Bishop quickly opened his domain, isolating the two, making it difficult for the Outer World to see what was happening inside.
"Let’s go, leave this to Iron Stone Bishop to handle."
Alfred took a deep breath and continued leading the group forward.
The Asura Race did not have many elites.
On the journey ahead, the group did not encounter any Asura Race Warriors, only some unremarkable Asura Race soldiers.
With Alfred leading the way, they did not need to take action.
Soon.
A vast altar built of black stone appeared before them all.
