Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 343: 340, Veda Sect is completely baffled

Whispers of prayer resounded through the darkness…

“Praise to Veda.”

The fire pit illuminated the surroundings.

This was the wasteland inside the amusement park, where all the people who had rushed to support the Veda Sect had now arrived.

About fifty or sixty in number.

Among them, those from Bishop Aika’s group who were originally at the amusement park were almost all dead, leaving only a barely alive Aika herself.

She sat on the ground, her face smeared with blood. Her once wrinkled face, resembling that of an old person, looked as though it was torn apart by the claws of some animal, with skin rolling at the wounds, appearing extremely ferocious.

And to one side…

The people of the Veda Sect watched solemnly as the gathering mist concealed the dead banyan tree from view.

Underneath the banyan tree, a large pool of blood flowed on the ground, and dozens of bodies were carelessly strewn about, their throats all cut open for bloodletting.

This was a ritual sacrifice of pure evil.

The descendants of the dead from Elm Street in Poland had all been brought here.

For Elm Street to come into reality and to acquire that piano, the Veda Sect had paid a hefty price.

More than a hundred people had already died within the amusement park, and Poland, even as a city of chaotic beliefs, could not tolerate such an occurrence.

After this, it would be unlikely for the Veda Sect to continue their proselytization here.

In contrast, they had also brought a special phonograph, which could be used only once.

At this moment…

The people of the Veda Sect stood in front of the withered tree, under their feet, lay that old-fashioned phonograph, looking like a relic from the last century.

Oddly, this phonograph didn’t have a disc, yet the pendulum turned round and round, emitting an unusual kind of music.

It was indeed that lullaby, but it sounded as though it was being played on a harmonium.

“This is our last chance,” they murmured.

The people watched as the outline of the piano and its player, both shrouded in mist, gradually became clear. The figure at the piano was playing the lullaby, and their expressions grew excited.

As implied by its name, the phonograph could replay sounds that once existed in its surroundings.

The technique once used by Mercer of the Vanity Sect had been replicated, and combined with the blood relations, the ritual was to manifest its intended power.

The Veda Sect was an ancient cult after all and their research on evil spirits was ahead of the church’s. In some sense, their foundation was no less substantial than that of the church.

Time ticked away.

The mist grew denser and heavier.

Looking around, everything was enveloped in fog, with faint vestiges of ruined buildings visible.

The people of the Veda Sect intently watched the piano and its player in the fog that was becoming clearer, chanting softly, “Praise to Veda, may we, under Your watchful gaze, retrieve the crown of glory for You, let the world belong to Veda, let life return to Veda.”

The sounds of prayers and music fused together, creating a peculiar atmosphere.

In everyone’s heart, there was a thought of drowsiness.

But they endured it because they knew that Elm Street would soon come into reality, and they had to take the piano away.

Suddenly, a brand new piano appeared before them.

On the lid of the piano, even the maker’s name was inscribed — Ryan Hamel.

The Veda Sect was exceedingly thrilled at this sight…

But just then…

The figure playing the piano suddenly paused.

Still shrouded in mist, his form was not clear.

However, Bishop Aika, who had witnessed this scene before, suddenly felt a flicker of doubt in her mind.

The piano player had been Freddy, wearing a fedora and a sweater, with a right hand decked in sharp steel claws.

Highly distinctive.

But now…

Bishop Aika wondered to herself, “Is it just my imagination, or does Freddy seem different? Where did his fedora go, and it looks like he’s carrying a bag?”

Indescribable.

A ludicrous thought emerged in her mind, could it be that some problem had arisen during the ritual, and the performer had transformed into something else?

No sooner had this thought appeared than she suppressed it deep in her heart, because she believed it to be utterly impossible.

The ritual was meant to summon Elm Street itself, and there could not possibly be any other being besides Freddy, let alone a backpack-carrying Evil Spirit…

The Veda Sect had been stationed in Poland for twenty years, they had everything here down pat.

Unless something had infiltrated Elm Street.

But that was even less likely…

What happened next, however, was exactly what Bishop Aika had ruled out completely.

All the members of the Veda Sect saw the performer suddenly turn his head to look at them.

In the mist, a pair of bloodshot eyes sprung forth, filled with malice…

Then they heard an eerily calm male voice, “I heard you wanted to summon me?”

The members of the Veda Sect were stunned on the spot.

What?

The next second.

The Cultist closest to the apparition’s eyes bulged as a Dagger extended from the fog, plunging directly into her skull.

Blood spurted…

The dark figure, holding the Dagger, appeared before the people of the Veda Sect, its eyes brimming with malice that surged like a rising tide, undisguised.

…

9 PM at night.

Du Wei stepped out of the amusement park, removing the mask from his face.

He looked left and right — there were no pedestrians or Polish police on the roadside.

“It seems no one has noticed me.”

He lowered his head, popped the collar of his coat, and hurried towards the hotel.@@novelbin@@

The Cultists in the amusement park had all been killed by the dark figure.

The methods were exceptionally clean and decisive.

Most importantly, it had nothing to do with Du Wei. Even if someone had been watching, they could not have found a single trace.

It was just the work of an Evil Spirit killing people…

As Du Wei walked, he calculated that about 70 people had been killed by the dark figure this time.

That was a terrifying number.

The more people the dark figure killed, the stronger it became.

If Du Wei had not turned it into a Masked Evil Spirit, he would likely be facing the dark figure’s backlash by now.

Even so, he could feel that the dark figure was starting to get restless.

A faint malevolence always lingering around him.

“I need to find an opportunity to weaken the dark figure, to prevent it from causing me trouble,” Du Wei told himself internally.

Strengthening the dark figure wasn’t a problem, but after doing so, there must be a target capable of contending with it.

Otherwise, its only target would be Du Wei.

Previously,

Du Wei had considered the idea of creating a Legion of Evil Spirits, and in his plan, the dark figure was crucial.

He had high hopes for the dark figure…

Among the forces of Evil Spirits Du Wei could effectively control at the moment, the dark figure was the most useful prime combatant, yet the stronger it got, the harder it was to control.

“Perhaps, I should cultivate another controllable Evil Spirit to balance against the dark figure.”

“Freddy seems like a good choice.”

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