Chapter 417: 413, The Veda Sect is extremely excited
For the Veda Sect,
what they wanted most now was to complete the mission of their god.
That was to capture Du Wei alive and sacrifice him to their “god.”
Therefore,
when they discovered that Du Wei had come to the Veda Sect’s stronghold, all the cultists were ecstatic.
They chased after Du Wei as if they had gone mad.
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And Du Wei showed a perfectly surprised look on his face.
It seemed he had not expected to run into the cultists by such a coincidence.
His acting could be said to be quite on point.
Then, Du Wei turned and ran.
The people of the Veda Sect sent signals to continue the pursuit of Du Wei.
They ran wildly with tranquilizer guns in their hands.
They soon entered the woods.
At the right moment, Du Wei took out his handgun and occasionally fired back.
But his marksmanship, without the blessing of the Coin and the Joker Card, was basically impossible to hit the target in the darkness.
In the eyes of the Veda Sect and their people,
it made him seem even more panicked…
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On the other side,
when the people of the Veda Sect found Du Wei,
they were boiling with excitement.
The bishops started to assemble, preparing to capture Du Wei themselves.
It was a good opportunity to stand out in front of their “god,” and no one wanted to miss it.
But what they did not know was,
at the same time they were on the move,
the red balloon hanging high in the sky suddenly stopped inflating and, like a heartbeat, began pulsating in a bizarre manner.
The Pennywise Clown inside the balloon emitted a sinister, low chuckle.
“Heh heh heh…”
Clearly,
the Evil Spirit Du Wei also became aware of Du Wei’s arrival.
In the mirror with countless cracks and lines,
black mist kept seeping out.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei sat on the throne.
It had its eyes closed, yet it seemed as though it could see the outside scenery.
“This crude acting; you don’t seem to be taking this seriously…”
“So, are you performing for me?”
“What exactly do you want to do?”
The tone of the Evil Spirit Du Wei was uncertain.
It knew.
If the other himself dared to come, then he definitely had made ample preparations.
But it had done the same.
It was just without James.
That wouldn’t affect the trap it had set.
Neither the Evil Spirit Du Wei nor Du Wei would rigidly follow a plan, nor would they stick to their own strategies dogmatically.
If needed, they would adjust at any time or even start all over again.
This was what you’d call rationality, what you’d call wisdom.
A phrase that suited the behavior of both Du Weis well—such was his thought, for such was he.
Suddenly,
the Evil Spirit Du Wei opened its eyes.
The black mist around it began to boil over.
“The plan begins…”
As its words fell, the thread it held tightly in its right hand suddenly tensed up.
The red balloon outside also underwent some eerie transformations.
The Pennywise Clown inside it simply vanished.
No one but the Evil Spirit Du Wei knew where it had gone.
And in that huge castle,
the struggle in the eyes of the hidden leader of the Veda Sect—Akaret finally faded away.
His will could not resist the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
He had succumbed…
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Meanwhile,
The people who went to capture Du Wei perfectly accomplished their target.
“We’ve finally caught this man.”
“But why would he come to Europe? Isn’t he just walking into a trap?”
“That’s not for us to consider. He has now been captured alive by us and won’t be able to leave alive.”
There was a buzz of conversation.
They looked at Du Wei, who was leaning against a tree with anesthetic needles stuck into his thigh, his face pale. Each person’s eyes were alight with excitement, burning like a bonfire.
“We’ve checked. There are at least three to four hundred cultists who have indirectly died by your hand.”
“You devil, you’re finished.”
“It’s also beyond me why God would choose to descend upon you.”
Anyway, the Veda Sect had captured Du Wei alive.
The process seemed a bit too easy.
But at this point, no one was concerned about that anymore, because it truly was meaningless.
In their eyes, Du Wei was now a dessert served on a platter, ready to be devoured in any manner they wished.
However…
This was precisely a part of Du Wei’s plan.
With a pale face and frantic eyes, he looked at the people of the Veda Sect, gripping a pistol in his hand as if he wanted to fire it, but the anesthetic needle was starting to take effect, leaving him unable to lift his limbs.
With a bang…
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The bullet dug into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The people of the Veda Sect were startled, but they quickly relaxed their guard.
“Take everything off his body.”
A bishop gave the order.
Yet Du Wei seemed to still want to struggle, trying to rise, but found it was in vain.
He leaned against the tree, his eyes growing heavier and more difficult to keep open.
The pistol slid from his grasp onto the ground.
At last.
The people of the Veda Sect had “captured” Du Wei alive.
The items hidden inside his trench coat, as well as his backpack, also fell into the hands of the Veda Sect.
Then, those people lifted Du Wei and walked toward the castle in the valley.
The man had been captured alive.
And since Du Wei was confirmed not to have any dangerous items on him, the people of the Veda Sect couldn’t possibly imagine that all of this was just the beginning.
And now.
They were about to commence a sacrificial ritual.
What is termed ‘Divine Descent.’
In many cults, including primitive religions, there is the concept of a Divine Descent.
An unknown entity descends upon a person, and a ritual is required as a conduit; otherwise, something terrible happens.
The Evil Spirit had separated from Du Wei for a while.
It also required such a ritual.
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Some fifteen minutes later.
The entire castle was brightly lit outside.
Fires illuminated the surroundings, and flowers were scattered about.
Solemn music played.
This was the most revered ritual of the Veda Sect.
Even though it was a cult organization, the music that they played was still so dignified, adding a sacred color to the ceremony.
Some were singing loudly.
Others were praying in low voices.
Those fleeting voices recited sentences that were abstruse and difficult to understand.
The people of the Veda Sect pushed a huge wooden cart toward the center of the manor.
On the cart was an all-black coffin.
Different from the East, coffins in the West often have an angular structure.
The lid of the coffin had been removed.
Lying inside, swathed in white cloth with his clothes removed, was Du Wei.
His face was not visible.
But the faint rising and falling of his chest verified that he was still alive.
On his chest, there was also a bunch of white flowers, indiscernible in type, somewhat like tulips but also like something else.
Soon.
All the members of the Veda Sect gathered at the center of the manor, at the biggest castle.
Akaret, accompanied by a host of bishops, carried out a mirror.
The mirror was full of cracks, and wisps of mist seeped out from it.
A pair of cold eyes looked through the mist toward the body in the coffin.