Abyss Summoner-Chapter 220 - 215: Devil’s Followers

The streets in the early morning were extremely noisy.

After witnessing the mutilated corpse, the crowd had dispersed, but the atmosphere of panic continued to spread. In half a month, this was the eighth corpse discovered. Whether it was the main battle faction or the conservatives, there were assigned individuals to patrol and investigate, yet the perpetrator left no traces.

Those evil beings were exceptionally cunning. An investigator lost her life because of this; she was found naked in the sewage, with her eyes, ears, and limbs vanished without a trace.

Fear was spreading in Bridge East.

Many people had noticed the strangeness; this didn't seem like simple torture but rather resembled a kind of ritual.

This incident led to the proliferation of fear. Many people, after a busy day's work, would try not to go out. Yet, even so, corpses would still appear in the bustling city every once in a while.

From once every five days to once every three days, until now, once a day.

This blood sacrifice seemed to be happening more frequently, with a steel saber hanging over everyone's head, not knowing when death would come.

Chen Feng stood there, his brows slightly furrowed. Time made people forget many things, yet the corpse just now seemed like a hub, awakening some of his memories.

The blood sacrifice was merely a beginning. In Chen Feng's memory, such fragmented corpses were just the start of an evil sacrifice. As time went on, more lives would be tortured and sacrificed in various forms.

For Bridge East at that time, it was like being shrouded in gloomy rain, with everyone living in terror.

Ordinary people were merely appetizers. After a while, even professionals were used as sacrifices. That period could be said to be Bridge East's most powerless time.

According to incomplete statistics, over six hundred innocent lives were sacrificed, a truly frightening number. Yet even with so many dead, the real perpetrator was never caught.

The sacrifices would bring about a series of changes. In the later stage of the sacrifices, a very serious event would occur—an insect swarm attacking the city!

It could be said that the fear induced by the sacrifices lowered the cohesion of Bridge East to its lowest. A third of the reason the insect swarm could so easily breach the city gates was because of this incident.

Chen Feng could assure that this wasn't the work of simple demons but rather a more orderly creature—the Devil!

The Abyss was the domain of demons, while the Nine Layers of Hell was the Devil's homeland.

Devils were known for their pure and varied despicable nature. Demons were addicted to enticing, mad, evil forces, but Devils always had schedules, attack plans, and carefully nurtured conspiracies for necessary retribution.

Only Devils could have such terrifying schemes. If it were merely demons, those chaotic lunatics preferred descending suddenly on some silent night and engaging in slaughter.

But Devils were different... They liked the feeling of controlling the whole situation, quietly hiding in the dark, creating countless cruel killings.

Eerily speaking, in the past life, after the insect swarm broke out, the Devil's sacrifice disappeared without a trace. Some speculated that the Devil might have died in the mouth of the insects.

However...

Could a being that could easily commit such bloodshed still go unpunished, really be easily killed by insects? Chen Feng always expressed doubt over this matter.

Trouble abounds.

Chen Feng must be tensely vigilant.

The waters in Bridge East ran deep, not only with conservatives and main battle factions but also hidden entities like Devils that needed more cautious dealing.

......

The cellar had long been devoid of sunlight, filled with cold, dark shadows, occasionally traversed by a few cockroaches and centipedes. Although these insects were not as large as those outside, due to energy transformation, their size was as large as a palm, countless insect feet stamping on the ground with a clicking sound, giving one a creeped-out feeling.

The place exudes an oppressive and heavy death atmosphere. Even the least intelligent cockroaches and centipedes are tense, confronted with the various dangers in this small world. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

A boiling blood smell wafts from not far away.

The reason it's described as boiling is because of the steam hovering in the air. No! To be precise, it's blood steam, with the thick blood boiled, drifting in mid-air, rendering this deep cellar akin to a dark sea of blood, giving one a sense of stepping into Hell's illusion and terror.

The deep cellar leads to an unknown destination, and the thick bloody smell emanates from the depths. Following the trail of blood forward, even the bravest warrior would feel depressed and tense.

Deep within the bizarre blood color lies a horrific scene. There are no living organisms here, only the vaporized blood mist floating midway, and on the ground, scattered densely packed human bones. These bones are pale, fragile, clearly boiled at high temperatures.

The bones vary in size, from infant bones to adult bones, everything one would expect, and at the center of the bones is a large copper cauldron.

Beneath the copper cauldron is erected a giant furnace. At the bottom, the blazing flames seem never to extinguish. Beside it, two gaunt figures are feeding fuel into it. Upon closer inspection, besides some coal and wood, there are scattered bones and rotten corpses.

Horrific!

The place is akin to a crematory.

Looking closely, the two workers handling the corpses have a pattern on their necks shaped like an inverted pentagon, with a black goat inside.

The Devil's Followers.

Devils cherish tattooing such patterns, considering it a totem, passed down through generations.

Deep cellar, floating blood mist, scattered bones, scorching corpse furnace, Devil's Followers...

This can no longer be described as horror, but rather a true obliteration of humanity.

Gulp!

A faint sound emanates from the copper cauldron, followed by a shadow slowly emerging from the boiling cauldron.

Its body was a complete blood red, soaked in the thick blood under the high heat, seemingly melting, entirely merged with the countless blood.

It had no skin at all, appearing as if skinned, only the bright red flesh exposed outside.

This made exploring its appearance impossible.

"The city has been wrapped in death."

"Continue the slaughter rituals, projecting the power of panic into every corner of the city."

Two people around it reverently knelt down.

Gazing at the two loyal Believers, the Blood Corpse seemed indifferent, merely rasping: "The flower of Hell's will shall bloom here..."

In front of the copper cauldron.

The Believers kneeling on the ground began their prayers, a series of horrifying prayers, converging in this chamber...