"Okay, pretend I said nothing then." The young man shrugged.
Eileen smiled as well. "Alright. Thank you for answering my call, Elders." She retracted her spirit energy, and put the disc away, mumbling to herself, "It seems really likely. As if that sly old fox would just give up the position of club leader otherwise." Over at the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense, Ryder was in the office on a top-secret call.
"Commander, we've detected an abnormal wave of energy similar to that of the Church of Bloodism. The Seventh Apostle has entered Seechertown. I think he's going to strike soon. I'm afraid Deacon Penn and I alone won't be enough to take on an apostle.
We might need backup," Ryder said.
"There's no backup, let Penn handle this. You'll just supervise and report toon just how powerful he is. I want to know where his limits are." "That... That's really dangerous, sir," Ryder replied.
"It is, but I'm sure Penn will have a way." "Yes, Commander." The call ended, and Albert let out a sigh on the other end. "I'm sure you two won't blme for this, right?" It was around midnight when Wilbur and the rest returned to Sealake Island.
Elsa picked up the phone, and her expression turned solemn at once.
"What's up?" asked Faron.
Elsa hung up the call, her brows tightly furrowed. "There were seven fatal cases in Seechertown just today." "What the f*ck? Is there spsycho killer on the loose?" Faron replied.
Elsa shook her head. "No. They're all regular people. None of the people in the cases even knew each other. They were all strangers who got into an argument over something incredibly small, and it escalated into a fight." "You must be kidding with me. What's in the air lately, man?" Faron sighed.
Wilbur frowned, and Elsa said, "I need to head back to the station." She walked up right after, leaving in a hurry.
Wilbur, Faron, and Skyler returned to their own rooms. Wilbur ended up pacing around in his room.
"This doesn't seem right," Wilbur mumbled to himself. "Could those Bloodism folks be behind this?" He sat down in a cross-legged position at the thought, channeling his spirit senses and slowly spreading it out.
Wilbur had an immensely powerful spirit sense, but it was still rather tedious for him to spread it around all of Seechertown. After all, this was a city with a population of over ten million people.
Just then, the blood running underground had practically turned into an ocean.
There was blood everywhere in the sewers underground, reeking of the putrid odor of iron and decay.
Right in the central pool of blood, a bloody figure was slowly rising up.
He looked like a demon completely covered in blood, only vaguely resembling a human being from his outline aside from the two huge horns on his head.
"0" mighty Blood God, I cto you with this carnal offering. I ask of you to grantthe strength to unleash a massacre on the people, to bring you new followers." The prayer ended, and all the blood around the figure flowed backward into the central pool, condensing on the figure.
Very soon, a demon around eight meters tall appeared. It had the sgigantic horns on its head, and its body was covered in bloody armor as it wielded a huge bloody axe with a murderous expression.
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