Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 414: 410, that’s interesting

The Veda Sect’s plan was mysteriously sabotaged.

No one could fathom the cause, it was simply because they had offended Tom, Du Wei’s good brother.

The Evil Spirit Du Wei was no different.

The last time it synchronized with Du Wei was when dealing with the Evil Spirit Mary Shaw, and too much time had passed since then.

In the mirror cracked with lines,

the Evil Spirit Du Wei was shrouded in mist.

Seated upon the throne, a hint of confusion also lingered in its icy eyes.

“With the Church’s capabilities, if they were to discover my arrangements in Massas City, they should have noticed long ago, not just erupting now,”

“Furthermore, when the incident occurred, the Church began to take action against the Veda Sect, which seemed premeditated.”

“Either the Church had discovered it long ago and was simply waiting for the right moment in secret,”

“or it’s another me.”

This conclusion came too directly.

But the Evil Spirit Du Wei felt for certain it was another version of itself that had done this.

The only person who knew oneself best was oneself.

“How interesting.”

The Evil Spirit Du Wei murmured softly, then closed its eyes once more.

Its wisdom, consciousness, personality, and memories were all the same as Du Wei’s.

It knew its weakness stemmed from the information gap caused by asynchronous memories.

But this time, it had also seized on this weakness to lay a perfect trap for Du Wei.

It would certainly not lose.

Now, the Evil Spirit Du Wei no longer needed to concern itself with the external situation, as Pennywise was hanging high in the sky, and no one could create any disturbances.

When necessary, the cultists of the Veda Sect would transform into Evil Spirits collectively.

This place would become a human hell on earth.

And it would be the Controller of everything.

However, the Evil Spirit Du Wei had run into a bit of trouble.

That was the sudden and inexplicable loss of contact with James’s side.

James’s Evil Spirit Transformation was an imitation of it.

The eyes of James after the Evil Spirit Transformation were the eyes of the Evil Spirit Du Wei.

A few days ago, when it began to influence the Veda Sect, it did not invest too much effort in James’s side. Unexpectedly, just as it came back to its senses, about an hour’s matter,

its connection with James was severed.

Although the trouble wasn’t great, at most they would have to abandon a trump card.

But the Evil Spirit Du Wei shared the same character trait with Du Wei; they both disliked trouble and wanted to resolve things.

…

Meanwhile, at this very moment.

In the dungeons beneath St. Bodia Cathedral, the headquarters of the Church,

where hunters were imprisoned,

Archbishop Skadi stood before a door, quietly waiting.

He had maintained a battle-ready stance for half an hour now.

His purpose was to communicate with a particular hunter in the dungeons, to find out the current situation with the Dusk Bell.

After a long while,

a chilling and unsettling old voice emanated from the room.

“Skadi, go back. There’s no need for you to bother with the Dusk Bell issue…”

The speaker was one of the Church’s trump cards, one of the five hunters who had reached the threshold of Evil Spirit Transformation.

They were the pinnacle of human strength in this world.

Before they, or rather, it took action, no one knew just how strong they could be.

But this didn’t signify the Church’s strength; on the contrary, it demonstrated the Church’s state of decay.

This religious institution with a long history, along with Du Wei, only had six hunters left, even fewer than the Dusk Bell.

Archbishop Skadi, hearing this, asked with some confusion, “But right now the Church is taking action against the Veda Sect. Are you sure we really don’t need to bother with the Dusk Bell?”

He wanted to pull the people of the Dusk Bell Church into the fray as well.

Partly to exhaust the reserves of the Dusk Bell.

Secondly, it was to guard against the Dusk Bell seizing the opportunity to move against the Church.

At that moment, the chilly, aged voice spoke again, “Skadi, are you questioning me?”

“I’m sorry, Grandfather… no, Lord Ferun.”

Skadi immediately lowered his head.

“Lord” is a term of respect. Skadi was already the Church’s official leader. Even for a hunter, he would only be addressed as “sir.”

The only one who could make him use the term “Lord” was—none other than the Pope himself.

In the history of the Church, the Pope was the true leader.

But since last century, the title of Pope had become an honorary position, and the Church had never appointed another since; many people seemed to have forgotten the term.

Skadi was over sixty years old this year.

His grandfather must be at least a hundred years old by now.

And judging from the conversation between the two, the Church’s undercover agents within the Dusk Bell seemed not to be controlled by Skadi but were the responsibility of this pope from the past.

Yet the Church’s former pope turned out to be a hunter on the verge of an Evil Spirit Transformation.

This was indeed rather bizarre.

Suddenly…

The voice of Pope Ferun once again filled the space.

“The situation over at the Dusk Bell is currently very complicated; that old man has been keeping an eye on us in the shadows, preventing our agents from sending through any useful information.”

“The information I’ve got is that the Dusk Bell will choose to remain in hiding for the short term, not investing any effort into the affairs of the Veda Sect or the Church.”

Skadi nodded and respectfully made the sign of the cross before his chest.

“I understand.”

After Skadi had left,

the room behind that door was empty…

Suddenly.

The candle burning in the room snuffed itself out.

In the darkness, someone was whispering in secret.

“What about the situation in Massas City?”

“Skadi is too disappointing; he’s not suited for this position.”

“And as for the Vanity Sect, that damnable organization has become active again. We should have supported that bastard Hamel twenty years ago—he was right.”

“That kid, Du Wei, he’s not bad either, let’s wait and see…”

“Alvin Dowqui is about to die; we’ll need someone to fill his spot. The cataclysms of this world aren’t something that just a few of us can handle.”

“It would be good if the Dusk Bell could return to the Church sooner.”

“Sigh…”

…

Elsewhere.

The Dusk Bell, anxiously awaited by the Church’s hunters,

was still undergoing torment.

The entire cathedral of the Dusk Bell was filled with the scent of disinfectant.

Everyone was in their own rooms, sitting on the couch with a vacant expression, their hands all pierced with IV needles.

Um…

After so many days of vomiting and diarrhea, they were basically dehydrated.

“Fuck! I’ve had enough…”

“This damned IV, why does it make me feel dizzy and lightheaded.”

“God! Save me please…”

No one knew who spoke first.

In every room, complaints started to rise one after another.

Who could have thought that the hunters of the Dusk Bell, top-tier combatants among exorcists, would be reduced to suffering from severe vomiting and diarrhea, to the point of requiring IV hydration en masse?

They were also aware that the Church was currently clashing with the Veda Sect.

Any discerning person could see that this was a good opportunity.

The conservative old-timers, those opposing a return to the Church, were about to blow a gasket.

It was an excellent chance to strike at the Church, yet there they were, hooked up to IV bags…

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