Chapter 483: Chapter 483

483: Chapter 463: Drawing the Bow (Third Update) 483: Chapter 463: Drawing the Bow (Third Update) While Lu Ping’an and his team were camping and fighting monsters on the outskirts of the forest, the real owner of the tomb was dealing with his own work.

“…Those damned outsiders!

Blasphemy, they dared to die in this Sanctuary, defiling the resurrection ritual of My Lord….”

Fanatical followers were enraged by the desecration their master’s Sanctuary had suffered.

Catherine’s guess was correct.

Regardless of the truth, the Beast God Sect followers who had come this far couldn’t stop anymore.

The ground was already filled with blood.

A group of unlucky bandits encountered the true masters here, and each of them had been impaled on farming tools like pitchforks and hoes…if one considers a hoe with a “Death God Wraith” attached to it as a farming tool.

Among a group of followers, a woman dressed as a peasant had a distinct appearance and temperament that did not fit her disguise.

With her companions’ heavy protection, she was clearly the core of the team.

If Catherine were here, she would realize that although this was her mother, she appeared much younger than the “middle-aged peasant woman” in her memory.

The battle they had just gone through meant nothing to these high-ranking priests, but the leader Marian looked at the bodies of the thieves and fell into deep thought.

“This is troublesome…”

No one was foolish, and as the leader of the team and the helmsman who had been supporting the Beast God Sect for many years, she had mastered a wealth of religious knowledge and mystic arts at the level of “Archbishop” and “Pope.”

She had seen the situation outside all the way and had a good grasp of what it was like…

The Seven Disasters were engraved by them, and they had been studying its history for at least seventy or eighty years.

But here, there was a small problem…

The followers’ interpretation of the prophecy was aimed at their own interests, meaning all interpretations were biased towards their benefit.

The resurrection of the dead was interpreted as the return of the fallen deity, and they painted their deity’s likeness in the murals, reflecting their aspirations and, to some extent, their personal desires.

But now they had experienced the true “Resurrection of the Dead.” As the leader, Marian knew that it was not a real resurrection but a “corpse mutation.”

She had realized the truth and that due to the misinterpretations of her predecessors and ancestors, their pursuit of origins would never come to fruition.

But they couldn’t stop now…

“Blasphemer, Blasphemer.”

“Indeed, they are the apostles of doom who prevent My Lord’s resurrection.

Great Priest, give the order, let us wipe them out completely!”

“This is a test, an opportunity for My Lord to witness our devotion!”

Looking at the fanatical high-level followers before her, the once delighted Marian now felt goosebumps.

Could you reason with fanatical followers?

Could you reason with those who had been waiting for this day for decades and through two or three generations?

Admitting that their former Great Priests had misinterpreted the prophecy and that the tomb had been built in vain, wasting so many years of waiting and planning…would be more hurtful than negating their entire lives.

The Great Priest knew that her authority came from faith, and if she dared to speak these “blasphemous words,” the next moment, all followers would kill her as their top priority in life.

“As the helmsman and controller of the Church, you absolutely cannot be a fanatic.

On the contrary, you must understand the Deity, read about the Deity, utilize the Deity; you can even not be a true believer, but never go too close to them…”

That was what the Great Priest had told Marian when she first took office.

And eleven years ago, when Marian taught her daughter, the future Great Priest, she used the same words.

This was not a coincidence; on the contrary, larger churches had similar teachings and unwritten rules…

Fanatics and excessively devout individuals were suitable for leading the flock but not for guiding the shepherds who showed the way.

In many worlds, various churches might tell you that faith can solve all problems, but the bosses of those churches know that it’s a lie…

If they took it seriously too and dared to do anything for faith, then the complete madness and destruction of their church would only be a step away.

Neither Marian nor Catherine could be considered true believers of the Beast God faith, let alone fanatical followers.

Like her daughter, she realized something was off right away.

The resurrection of the “Beast God” would only bring disaster.

So, were the believers in front of her completely unaware of this?

No, their eyes probably saw nothing else.

Those who had sacrificed their lives to resurrect the deity wouldn’t possibly stop now.

Perhaps there were a few exceptions among them, some rational ones, but at this moment, even they wouldn’t be foolish enough to speak up and offer an ideal solution.

Marian hesitated, but facing the fanatical high-level believers seeking battle, she knew what she had to do…

this was the only choice she had.

“Then let us turn these heretics and blasphemers into sacrificial offerings for the resurrection of our Lord.

Go, the Hunting-dogs of the Thirst for Blood, go and hunt down those blasphemers!”

The Great Priest’s command immediately excited the believers.

They sprang into action right away, using the local geographical advantage to search for the tomb’s intruders.

Beast God Sect followers, Evil Bone bandits, unfortunate Shepherd Silver people, Red Sand Thieves, and famished mutant demons had all gathered in this not-so-large group of underground tombs before Lu Ping’an and his companions arrived.

They fought and killed each other underground, fighting and struggling with each other to the death.

During this bonus day and a half, countless life-and-death battles took place between the various forces in the underground tombs.

However, in general, the Beast God followers who held the geographical and mechanism advantage occupied a favorable position.

In most cases, they were the hunters, not the hunted.

First and foremost, they used their advantage with the mechanisms to divide the intruders who had taken the “bandit’s path” and concentrated their attack on the most numerous Evil Bone bandits.

Their strong presence even forced the initially fighting Evil Bone bandits and Red Sand Thieves into limited cooperation.

At this moment, two high-level Beast God Priests were blocking the way of the Red Sand Thieves and bandits.

Two against seven, but the side with more people was completely at a disadvantage…

the fanatical Beast God followers were not only powerful, but their battle-hardened selves were also unafraid of death.

It seemed that another massacre was about to unfold, with the more numerous side being cornered.

Suddenly, the ceiling opened…

The falling heavy object crashed straight onto a Beast God follower, sending him flying.

And his opponents, how could they miss this opportunity?

In an instant, flying daggers, gunfire, and wicked sorcery sounded together, turning the unlucky fellow who had been slammed down into a honeycomb.

The remaining Beast God follower turned to flee but before leaving, he threw a “Hate Mark” onto the attacker who had just fallen down as “reinforcements.”

This was a common ability possessed by many churches.

When you kill or completely offend someone important in a church, be careful of being cursed with this kind of mark…

At that point, the trouble would be endless!

There would be relentless pursuit!

At this moment, the attacker…

Xue En, who had just fallen, was staring blankly at his surroundings, completely baffled.

A moment ago, he was still fumbling around in that room.

How could he have found himself in this strange place in the blink of an eye?

Uh, the ground beneath his buttocks was a bit wet.

He hoped he hadn’t sat on something bad.

Wait, what are you pointing the guns at me for?!”