Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

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In the alley.

Blood was everywhere, splattered all around.

On the walls, on the ground.

The stench was so foul that it made one want to vomit.

Three headless corpses lay on the ground, their heads nowhere to be found, with limbs and torsos twisted into knots, deformed to look like bunches of wet towels.

In the corner.

Brother Shadow held two daggers, fading into the darkness.

Ever since following Du Wei.

Brother Shadow had become an outright tool.

Whoever had a grudge against Du Wei, it would kill.

Even if they were willing, it was the same.

In some sense, it wasn't actually Du Wei who was the nemesis of the Veda Sect, but Brother Shadow.

When it was still an Evil Spirit, it killed its cultist neighbor and the twenty cultists who came for revenge.

Afterward, Du Wei needed it to become stronger.

All in all, Brother Shadow had killed around two to three hundred members of the Veda Sect.

Not to mention that the red balloons were on it.

Treating it as an Evil Spirit was simply the most foolish thing to do.

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Brother Shadow's slaughters were not aimless.

With its intelligence comparable to that of an idiot, although it couldn't understand the purpose behind its master's actions,

that didn't stop it from executing them with resolve.

If it were smart enough, it might feel that human masters might reason with it, but a demonic master only wanted results.

Such incidents were occurring elsewhere, too.

Wherever the members of the Veda Sect appeared, Brother Shadow would find them and begin the killing.

However.

It didn't always kill everyone.

Instead, it left one alive.

After all, fear needed to be spread.

Nothing convinced people more than the firsthand account of their own kind.

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In an open square within the City of London.

At that moment, the night was thick.

It was deep into the night, and there was not a soul around.

Suddenly.

A clinking sound echoed from the ground.

The manhole cover to the sewer closed.

The City of London's sewers were very spacious, large enough to accommodate an adult man moving through them freely.

And now.

The interior of the sewer was interlinked in all directions, with many cultists dressed in black, holding oil lamps, walking through the darkness.

The hems of their clothes were damp.

That was because there had been a heavy rain in the City of London, causing the sewers to accumulate filthy water.

As these cultists arrived at a relatively spacious area,

they saw that the hub of the sewers had been artificially destroyed, broken through and interconnected.

It was brightly lit.

Hexagrams drawn in blood were everywhere, along with some incomprehensible, obscure arrays.

A sacrifice ritual was being conducted here.

But as the leader of the Veda Sect, Akaret turned very somber when he saw the last wave of cultists arrive.

Standing in the center of the crowd, he rebuked, "Why are there so many missing? Can someone tell me where on earth they've gone?"

"Mistakes are absolutely unacceptable in the sacrifice ritual. Why would there be such amateur errors?"

After midnight today.

The Veda Sect was set to commence the sacrifice ritual, to awaken one of the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods of Solomon.

They had already tried many times.

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This time was the most likely to succeed.

At this moment.

Someone opened their mouth and said, "Please calm your anger, according to the agreed time, everyone else should have arrived by now. It is possible that there is a problem with the sacrifice."

Akaret said displeasedly, "I have said that even without enough sacrifices, everyone must attend. Now the hunters from the church have noticed our activities."

"They are constantly searching for our traces outside."

"Even, they have invited His Excellency the Duke, and other powerful beings are also rushing here."

"If our location is exposed because of them, all our efforts will be in vain."

Awakening a Demon God is a very terrifying thing.

No one can do it without paying a price.

It's not relative. Whether it's a success or a failure, it's a huge blow for the Veda Sect.

At this moment.

Behind the cultists, suddenly came a burst of hurried footsteps.

The person hadn't arrived yet but was shouting, "Something has happened, a suspected Demon Spirit presence has appeared in the City of London, it's truly terrifying, many of our people have died at its hands."

Akaret looked towards the source of the voice.

The cultists parted to reveal the people behind them.

There were seven cultists, they were all hunters, but their demeanor was extremely wretched at this moment.

It was either missing arms or broken hands.

Some had lost their eyes, covered in blood all over.

"What exactly happened? A Demon Spirit? When has there ever been a Demon Spirit in London?"

Akaret's tone was very angry.

He felt these people were lying.

Because during this period, the Veda Sect had searched for a lot of information, and it was difficult to even find traces of the Evil Spirit in London, let alone a Demon Spirit.

If such an existence appeared, many hunters would immediately go to exterminate it.

Those cultists spared by Brother Shadow were wailing.

With genuine fear in their hearts, they trembled and said, "It's a black shadow, holding two daggers in its hands. We tried to resist, but it was useless."

"It also had a red balloon tied around its neck, with an eye inside the balloon. I cannot use words to describe how terrifying that eye was; it was like the eye of the devil."

"Oh, Veda... is this your retribution?"

The expressions on their faces were extremely fearful.

Just the information revealed in their words made the others uneasy.

Everyone's face turned very ugly.

But Akaret, clenching his teeth, said, "The Vedas never punish devout cultists. I will deal with this matter. A mere Demon Spirit, it must die."

With Akaret's strength, combined with the hunters of the Veda Sect,

Killing a Demon Spirit was not difficult.

Even if that was Brother Shadow…

But what everyone hadn't noticed was.

In the corner shadowed by the light.

A pair of bloodshot eyes were staring intently at them.

Brother Shadow was right here.

The outline of the eye within the red balloon around its neck became ever clearer.

It was a trick left by the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

It seemed hard to notice Brother Shadow, and even harder to realize that Evil Spirit Du Wei was always lurking in the dark, indifferently observing their every move.

The voice of Akaret reassured the others quite a bit.

But the emotion of fear quietly took root and sprouted in everyone's hearts.

"Start the sacrifice, we've come this far, we absolutely cannot stop."

Akaret looked at the seven cultists hunters with disdain, he waved his hand, and someone immediately subdued them.

"Why?"

"What are you trying to do? I am a bishop," they said in great horror.

Akaret indifferently said, "You haven't brought enough sacrifices, which has already dissatisfied the Vedas, so the shortage of sacrifices will be supplemented by you."

In the shadows.

The eye inside the red balloon slowly closed.