Ascension of the Dark Seraph - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: A New Cult Chapter 182: A New Cult Somewhere within the Valerius Supreme House’s territory.

An entire city was burning in green flames.

“Raargghk!” “Heretics!

Someone, help!!” “Oh, Lord… Show us mercy… Protect us from the hands of evil!” It was complete chaos.

Men, women, children, and the elderly alike were screaming-and running frantically from a group of people wielding weapons entirely made of blood.

Blood and gore littered the ground, intestines, blood, and corpses scattered everywhere.

But those who were dead were the lucky ones.

Saved from the suffering.

Despite the brutality unfolding, one that could make anyone’s stomach churn, a figure could be seen walking across the dirt road gracefully.

Her clothes made it clear that she was a nun of the Blood God but her inner tunic ended above her naval, exposing her chiseled stomach.

For a nun, such exposure was a spit to the God they worshipped but this nun didn’t seem to care.

Rather, she was proud-her chin was held high.

On one side of her waist was a glowing emerald rune that emanated a sinister air-the energy from it made the emerald lines that stretched from below her eyes all the way down to her jaw glow.

Naturally, this figure was none other than Morriva.

Although Lucivar had told her to keep her changes discreet, she couldn’t.

She didn’t feel like hiding something she was proud of so she opted for another alternative instead.

Viewing the bloodshed as if it were nothing, Morriva walked down the road, heading to the city center as she ate beef jerky along the way.

One of the people of the city saw her-and went to kneel down in front of her in tears.

“Please, stop this!

Why are you doing this?

Didn’t you say that our two cities are going to start fresh and forget the past?!” the man asked desperately.

“You said that if I gathered the people and held a trial, we would be in peace!” Morriva looked down and tilted her head.

She gazed sharply at the man’s hand who was holding onto her leg, visible anger appearing on her face.

Swoosh!

Flicking her fingers, she summoned a ball of green fire and slapped the man with it.

Being a normal person, the man was sent rolling across the road and crashed into a house.

As Morriva wanted to continue onward, the man surprisingly crawled out again.

He has wood fragments across his entire body and even a sharp wooden plank stabbing his stomach but he still pushes forward and crawls out of the house.

Leaning against the fence, he looked at Morriva pleadingly, “Please, we will do anything you want as long as you stop all of this!” “What I want is already in my hands,” Morriva answered as she smiled devilishly.

“W- What…?” the man stuttered.

Looking at Morriva’s gaze, devoid of sympathy, the man realized that she hadn’t attacked the city because of a problem that existed between them.

No, she attacked the city because she wanted to.

She attacked the city because she wanted bloodshed.

She tricked them using peace when she wanted nothing more than to kill them.

Averting her gaze away, she instructed a Blood Priest, “Bring him to the city square, I’ll burn him first” Just then, a Blood Priest grabbed the man and pulled him away.

Despite knowing that he was being pulled to his death, the man didn’t fight back.

He was already drowned completely in despair.

Reaching the city square, Morriva saw hundreds of people being restrained with Blood Priests and also Blood Nuns overlooking them.

Each one of them glanced at Morriva and bowed slightly, showing that she had utmost standing in the area.

As soon as Lucivar left, Morriva contemplated and decided to take over the city.

She had already killed the people loyal to the pastor and manipulated the rest to be under her rule.

Being the strongest in the city made it easier for her to assert herself as the leader.

And now, everyone was following her orders.

Morriva stopped to look around, her eyes narrowed at the sight of a branding mark on the people’s skin that was quite visible to see.

It was a mark that took the shape of a one-winged obelisk, branded using hot steel.

She was pleased to see that everyone had been branded and ready to be sacrificed.

Focusing on the man she confronted earlier in the middle of the square, Morriva walked over to him as the tip of her index finger began to burn with an emerald flame.

She reached down with her other hand to cup the man’s face before she drew the same branding mark on his forehead.

Upon seeing this, the others began to sob and wail harder.

Seeing their own city head being branded showed that this was their end, nobody could help them.

Once she did that, Morriva took two steps back and pointed both her hands at the man.

“Such a lovely night for a bonfire,” She mumbled before inhaling deeply, scanning her eyes across her people.

“Today marked an eventful day that will be remembered-for years to come.

Today will be the day we offer our first sacrifice-for our new God!

May the Great Blessed Oracle bestow us with His light!” As soon as she said that, the Blood Priests and Nuns went down to their knees.

All of them clasped their hands together, praying to their new God to accept these sacrifices.

Simultaneously, Morriva’s power churned violently within her, a storm barely being contained.

At the center of her chest, the fire primordial gem pulsed with an eerie green light, its glow intensifying as the luminous green lines on her face flared to life.

Her Hereditary of Grand Magic constitution, the power she obtained from becoming a Vestal, surged through her veins.

Under its influence, she could feel her strength rising rapidly.

Flames danced around her hands, flickering and crackling with unnatural energy.

Making a sharp exhale, she extended her hands forward, unleashing a torrent of green fire that roared to life, engulfing the man before her.

His scream tore through the air-a raw, guttural sound that clawed at the souls of those who watched.

Swoosh!

Around the torrent of fire, the crowd flinched as it swirled higher and stronger.

It spiraled toward the heavens in a display both mesmerizing and horrifying.

As painful as being burned alive was, the man’s agony was short-lived.

Soon, the scream gave way to silence, broken only by the crackling of flames as his body was reduced to ash.

Morriva stood unwavering, her emerald glow casting shadows that danced across the horrified faces of the remaining cityfolk.

Nodding in pleasure, she turned to face the Blood Priests and gestured toward the cowering crowd.

“The rest,” She commanded, her voice cold and resolute.

Moving swiftly, the Blood Priests dragged the helpless one by one and cast them into the inferno.

No matter how much they struggled, they were helpless as the Blood Priests were strong.

Realizing that their fate would be death-by flames, one of the most painful deaths ever, some tried to break free from the restraints and run away.

Unfortunately for those guys, they were only crippled by a vicious slash to their legs and brought away to be burned slowly and thoroughly.

It was a completely helpless situation for them.

Morriva’s flames consumed them all, their cries swallowed by the hungry blaze.

Even though for the onlookers or many, the spectacle was the telltale of brutality-a nightmare made real, it was not the case for Morriva.

In her eyes, this was a beautiful masterpiece of evil.

She couldn’t avert her gaze away from the bonfire she created.

For once, she wasn’t the one being sacrificed.

She was the one choosing the sacrifices instead.

Although she didn’t want to admit it aloud, she was getting intoxicated by this feeling of power.

Gazing up into the soaring green flames in front of her, Morriva couldn’t help but think of the one who made this all possible for her.

Just the thought of Lucivar’s face sent a shock of excitement through her veins.

Morriva had done this for one thing and one thing only.

She wanted to meet with Lucivar again, she wanted to be acknowledged by him.

‘I really miss him…’ She pondered in melancholy.

‘I hope these sacrifices will catch his attention’ … Meanwhile, the Trading Union’s Main Branch.

As it was an important place for Hybrids to trade in their haul from dungeons or purchase items for their progression, the building bustled with constant activity-a towering hub of commerce where anyone could buy, sell, or trade anything imaginable.

Each floor was a gateway to rarer treasures, ascending in prestige and exclusivity.

Only those meeting stringent requirements could tread the upper levels with the peak at the fifth floor.

Not to mention, it also hosted quarterly auctions that drew attention from every corner of Sunhold City, ensuring its halls were always alive with a diverse crowd.

Hybrids of all ranks wandered the floors, all seeking items essential for their powers.

Artifacts, elixirs, weapons, and more.

However, the bustling place was hushed into murmurs when a group entered the space.

A man stepped in, his presence commanding immediate attention.

Dullan, the CEO of the Trading Union’s Sunhold City branch, was impossible to miss.

His lavish purple suit shimmered under the building’s crystal chandeliers-each thread worth more than a commoner’s annual earnings.

Golden rings adorned nearly all his fingers, and his round frame carried an air of indulgence and authority.

Around him, a retinue of guards followed closely in a square-shaped formation.

Each one of them wore a stern face, and their auras signified powerful Hybrids.

None were below Chrysalis rank, their strength was top-tier.

Dullan smiled politely at the staring crowd, his expression practiced and calm-used to this.

He headed toward the executive lift near the corner of the first floor.

Upon making a turn to the corridor leading to the life-Dullan saw a staff member waiting nervously there, his worried gaze locking onto Dullan’s.

The CEO stopped, one eyebrow arching as he gestured for the staff to tell him what was wrong.

Reluctantly, the staff member leaned in, whispering hurriedly into his ear.

Once he was done, Dullan was left visibly stunned.

His eyes widened in shock before narrowing in thought, “Are you serious?” “Yes,” the staff member nodded meekly.

Realizing what was happening, something that he had never anticipated at all, Dullan adjusted his collar and tie before stepping into the lift with two of his guards.

Upon reaching the seventh floor, he walked briskly down a narrow corridor-his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor.

Soon, he arrived at a large meeting room and pushed the door open.

However, as soon as he stepped inside, he froze on the threshold.

Almost instantly, his expression darkened into a deep frown.

Despite keeping his face composed and calm, inside, he was thrown completely off balance.

“Yo,” A young man sitting comfortably on his chair greeted.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Mr.

CEO”