How the Cult Saves the World-Chapter 40

I saw Zain's throat move as he swallowed hard. He looked very nervous.

"When you mix blood with rain, anyone who gets wet by that rain will recognize the owner of the blood as their master. The more they get wet by the bloodied rain, the stronger their subordination will be."

"What does that mean?"

"It's one of the ancient spells that are now forgotten."

I added quietly.

"And, it's one that only high-level monsters can use."

Zain's eyes widened. He finally understood. The reason why the missing cases turned into sacrifices.

"But, just now, we also got wet from the rain. Why are we fine?"

"Why do you think so?"

Soon, Zain let out a short sigh.

-It's thanks to my power! Of course, it's not perfect yet, but I can block this much rain!

'Thank you, Kyros.'

Zain couldn't hear Kyros' voice, but he thanked him while looking at the sky.

"Thank you, Kyros!"

The power of monsters comes from the power of the gods. And Kyros' power, which corresponds to that, protects us. Zain also received a part of Kyros' divine power directly not too long ago.

"But if what you say is true, then does that mean there is a monster in this village? And a high-level one at that?"

Zain asked in a small voice, with a surprised look on his face.

"Yes. Soon, We'll be arriving at the place where the monster is located."

The carriage was heading towards the place where the owner of Bayers was.

Flash.

A lightning strike lit up the dark banquet hall for a moment.

On the long chair at the head of the empty hall, a man was sitting comfortably with his chin propped up.

His skin was paler than a white sheet, his curled black hair reached his shoulders, with sunken eyes, and a thin body.

He was Horn Dreyer, the grandson of Baron Dreyer.

The man looked at the empty hall with hollow eyes and grabbed a glass next to him.

A red drink swirled in the transparent glass. The man gulped it down, but his thirst did not subside.

His throat burned with a thirst that grew worse as time passed. It has been a year now. Today was the day of the sacrifice. He just had to endure a little longer.

The sacrifice was coming to his hands smoothly.

Creak.

Just then, the door of the banquet hall opened. Six guards dragged in three people.

Horn's mouth curled up as if it would tear. The guards threw down the three people whose hands were tied with ropes and bowed before Horn.

"These are this year's sacrifices."

Horn turned his gaze from the guards to the sacrifices. On the floor, kneeling, were two young men and a girl.

He grinned from ear to ear as if it would tear. His appearance was far from human, but the guards did not notice.

"But..."

Horn opened his mouth and a rough and low voice came out,

"I don't recognize the other two except for that girl."

"They are outsiders."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. And this one is a snack."

The snack that the guard referred to was a person with green hair and brown eyes. He was fairly handsome, but not the most beautiful human.

However, since it was a rare treat, it didn't matter.

Horn smiled happily, thinking of devouring him.

"Well done."

He praised his subordinates for the first time in a long time. Their faces brightened up instantly.

"You can go now. It's my mealtime."

"Enjoy your feast."

Horn's dismissal made his men rejoice as if it were their reward. They left the banquet hall quickly.

Horn got up from his chair and scanned the offerings with his lazy eyes.

Thud, thud, thud.

His footsteps were the only sound in the silent hall.

The foreign sacrifices were kneeling motionless as if they had been drenched by the rain mixed with his 'blood'.

Horn, or rather, Shalom, smiled as he looked at the sacrifices who stared at him blankly.

Only he, who possessed an extraordinary power, could fuse his blood into the rain.

Although it would cost him his life if his father found out.

His father wanted to turn living humans into monsters. But Shalom loved human blood. He felt a surge of strength and satisfaction as he drank the fresh blood until the humans stopped breathing.

'Just how can I give up this delicious thing?'

But then, he was caught by his father while consuming the blood of the sacrifices that his siblings had prepared for him.

He barely escaped with his life after using up almost all of his power. He had no choice but to hide in the human world. So, he settled in a quiet village and laid low.

At first, Shalom was so intoxicated by human blood that he impulsively drank them, almost causing a commotion. It was fortunate that he managed to suppress it.

After that, he fused his blood into the rain to make humans obey him. Then, he received fresh blood regularly. While each time he received sacrifices had a long interval in between, it was bearable.

If Shalom moved recklessly anymore, he would attract human attention. And then, he might be caught by his father or the snake bastard.

Anyway, if he caused any more trouble, it would be as good as death. So he decided to endure it.

All the while quietly receiving human sacrifices.

Shalom looked at the sacrifices with shining eyes.

First, he set aside the snack and focused on the main course. He skipped the girl, who was already a familiar face.

Shalom swallowed his saliva as he looked at the foreign sacrifice. He bent down slightly and touched his chin. Then Shalom lifted his head and examined him closely.

The sacrifice had a very beautiful face. So much so that Shalom, who believed that 'beautiful things are good to eat', wanted to drink his blood right away.

Brilliant golden hair wet with rain, dull blue eyes, and pale skin. He was a masterpiece of beauty. Shalom licked his lips using his tongue.

"You look delicious."

Shalom turned the sacrifice's chin to the side and swallowed his saliva as he looked at his white neck.

Flash.

A lightning bolt illuminated the banquet hall.

Shalom, who showed his fangs, bit into the man's neck in an instant.

"Ugh...!"

The sacrifice groaned in pain. It was a common occurrence, so Shalom didn't care and continued to drink his blood.

As he smelled the bitter scent and drank the blood, Shalom flinched for a moment.

'The taste... Why is it strange?'

Shalom pushed the sacrifice away immediately. The sacrifice's body fell to the floor with a thud.

It was not even a fraction of what he usually consumed. But Shalom didn't know that it contained a poison that exceeded his lethal dose.

'What kind of taste is this?'

Shalom tilted his head.

"Coff."

He heard a low laugh. It was then. The source of the sound was the sacrifice he had just drunk from.

"...You weren't unconscious?"

The sacrifice who had fallen to the floor, Revelof, got up. He got up easily without much effort even though his hands were tied.

Revelof lightly craned his neck and stretched. His lips curled up prettily.

"How did you regain consciousness... Cough!"

Shalom was asking him with a puzzled look when he suddenly felt pain. He grabbed his neck in agony.

"Cough, ahg!"

He felt a sensation of burning from his neck to his whole body.

"You must be in a lot of pain, Shalom."

His voice was sweet and smooth. Shalom's eyes widened in shock. The sacrifice had freed his wrists somehow.

But, how did this human know his true name?

The shell he wore was Horn Dreyer.

The son of Mashin, Shalom.

There was no human who could know his true name.

"Cough, how do you know... that name?!"

Shalom asked in pain.

"That's none of your business."

Revelof only smiled and did not answer.

'Shalom.'

He was one of the hundred children born of Mashin, a high-level demon. Normally, he would be an impossible opponent for Revelof due to the gap in their power. Maybe in the future, it's possible to beat him when Revelof becomes stronger.

'But not now.'

This was also one of the tricks Revelof often used in the HSAW. He made his opponent absorb his blood was filled with holy power and sent them to a hell of pain. It was a cost-effective way to kill Shalom, a high-level demon, without fighting him.

"Cough! Cough!"

Shalom groaned in pain and collapsed on the floor.

"Does it hurt?"

Revelof slowly approached the fallen Shalom. He looked down at him with a smile on his lips.

It was a twisted smile that did not reach his eyes.

"That's how the people who sacrificed themselves for you felt."

The voice that came out of Revelof's mouth was cold as ice. His gaze at Shalom was like looking at a bug.

"Ho- how dare you, human, ugh, insolent!"

Suddenly, Shalom squeezed out his remaining strength and swung his arm at Revelof, but Revelof easily dodged the attack.

Shalom did not notice, but his body was starting to turn into dust from his toes, and then slowly shattering into pieces.

In that state, he couldn't catch Revelof even if he tried, and will only hastened his demise.

"Don't be born again in your next life."

Revelof stared at Shalom with emotionless eyes.

And then, he sighed.

'Damn it.'

Unfortunately, he could not save Horn Dreyer, the grandson of Baron Dreyer.

He had been possessed by Shalom for a long time, so his magic was eroded and he disappeared with Shalom.

'May you rest in peace.'

Revelof closed his eyes and prayed for his soul for a moment. Then he heard the voice of Kyros,

---My child. I will take care of that boy's soul.

'Thank you.'

Unlike Shalom, the real soul of Horn Dreyer would be saved.

"Wow. That was brutal."

When Revelof was staring at the spot where Shalom had disappeared, the snack, Zain, spoke.

Zain had already untied the rope that bound his arm.

In fact, both of them had loosened their ropes while inside the carriage.

"What is it?"

Revelof asked casually as he approached Zain, who shivered as if he had goosebumps.

"How did you think of killing a demon with blood?"

"Well, it was easier that way."

Revelof knew better than anyone the gap between him and a high-level demon.

"Since he was a high-level demon, I took the easy way out. If I had been careless, we would have both died."

"You say that so casually."

Zain looked at Revelof with a disgusted eye, but Revelof acted as if nothing happened and used the 'Heal' skill on his neck. Then, the itchiness that felt like a mosquito bite, disappeared.

Zain was slightly surprised to see the holy light emanating from Revelof's hand that was healing his wound.

"That power, could it be..."

Zain muttered, but Revelof put his index finger on his lips and narrowed his eyes in a way that said 'If you talk, you die'.

Zain shut his mouth tightly. He had already experienced enough surprises after meeting Revelof.

Zain knew that being surprised or talking too much would only harm his own self.

Zain nodded his head in answer.

After Revelof finished healing himself,

"Umm..."

Yuri, who had lost consciousness, woke up.

The rain had stopped in Bayers Village, and dawn was slowly breaking.

"Let's go."

Revelof glanced out the window for a moment and said as he brushed his hair back,

"We have to hurry if we want to go to Bayers."

Revelof supported Yuri who had regained consciousness and left the banquet hall with Zain.

He still had something to do in Bayers.

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