My Salvation Game Became true?!-Chapter 144 - 142: Formal Dialogue with the Super Battle Department

Chapter 144: Chapter 142: Formal Dialogue with the Super Battle Department

“Dingling——”

“Dingling——”

“Dingling——”

The bell sound was very crisp and pleasant, but to the ears of the followers of the Heretical Cult, it was most likely the devil’s whisper.

Within this safety house, all ten to twenty cult followers fell into a ‘halted state,’ jamming up for a moment. Even among them, a figure known for extremely fast movement, likely a second-tier Awakener from the cult, was also paused for an instant.

Iron Fist got a clear view of this shadow.

He was dressed in a grey robe, his complexion pale but his arms muscular and forceful, sharp nails like a set of spikes. The sturdy walls of their safe house were as fragile as paper in front of these spikes.

Even including the young master from the East, his white Thunder Silk was often cut by these sharp nails.

Teamed with his ultimate speed, this gray-robed devotee was terrifying.

If it were up to him to face off against this figure, he would be killed in a single encounter… Bullets were exceedingly difficult to land on such a master.

The gray-robed devotee stepped on the broken walls, pouncing toward the tall woman in the distance as if he were running on the ridges of rooftops.

At the same time,

Several other cult followers, dragging their somewhat sluggish bodies, gathered around her.

Yet the tall woman remained calm and unhurried, merely shaking the bell; her slender jade hands gently lifted, and a beam of light like a chain swiftly linked several cult followers together.

The next moment,

“Purification~!”

She softly uttered, and a pure light enveloped each of the cult followers.

Those dragging their sluggish bodies turned to ash in an instant, thoroughly purified.

Only the strong gray-robed figure remained, becoming increasingly sluggish, his eyelids drooping, with pure light and clear water enveloping him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

When the gray-robed strongman extended his spikes with a languid move, whoosh——

His skin lifted like it was scorched, inch by inch turned to ash; even his muscular body beneath the clothes started to wither, emitting smoke.

Skin and flesh to ash, falling bones gradually turned to ash, along with the gray robe, thoroughly purified, dissipating between heaven and earth.

The defilement was gone.

By then, the rest of the cult followers had already turned to ash under the ‘Two Instruments Healing’ and ‘Purification’ from the silver bell.

She didn’t even need to reverse the ‘Purification’ effect.

A natural, non-poisonous Healing Stream could cleanse these cult followers, just like cleansing Mysterious Evil; Two Instruments Healing simply played a role in remote linking.

Having blasted all those cult followers away, the carrier of the silver bell finally took a breather, stepped forward, and cast several Healing Streams over Luo Rui and the other two, glanced around, and also gave a bit of support to two individuals from the combat division.

“I didn’t arrive too late, did I?”

“You arrived just in time, and were incredible!”

Luo Rui was astounded.

He had only known that a big shot was coming to support them and would arrive soon, but he didn’t know who it would be, much less expect it to be the silver bell healer.

It was not out of disrespect; besides her potions being a tad bit bitter, the silver bell healer was an object of respect and admiration for countless people and a big-shot figure for their group.

But Silver Bell, the physician, she isn’t part of the combat division, is she? She’s a physician!

Yet, in the blink of an eye, she had purified the ten odd or twenty Mysterious Evil cultists present, and several Mysterious Evils, to the point where only a little bit of ash remained.

Big boss, I’m on my knees!

If Silver Bell asks people to try her medicine in the future, no matter how hard or tough it is, I can’t refuse.

…

“You ask why a physician like me got sent here,”

“Hey, the mentor really isn’t humane, you all think so too, right?”

Silver Bell sighed.

Illusionary Pupil forced a smile.

We wouldn’t dare to butt in on matters between you and the mentor.

“Teacher, you’ve come all this way, cough, have some water first,”

“That’s alright. The crisis hasn’t been resolved yet, it’s not time to rest. Let’s move our position first, a frail physician like me really doesn’t want to fight,” she said with a sigh.

She shook her head, glanced at the cultists that had turned to ash, fell silent for a moment before remembering, “Right, the mentor sent me over here to pry something out of the cultists’ mouths but…”

“I was a bit too forceful just now, turned them all to ash, a slight miscalculation.”

“We’ll try to capture another one while we’re retreating.”

The working physician Silver Bell sighed again, then looked towards the distance at two Wavemist Nation combatants who were ‘shivering’ behind a barrier, and waved them over, “Iron Kiddo, come here a sec.”

Iron Fist, whose body was rapidly healing, walked up obediently.

He raised his head to sneak a few glances.

This tall woman looked graceful and tender, with a calm and heart-healing smile, almost like a noble yet approachable princess who inspired admiration and affection.

If one hadn’t witnessed the scene just before.

With the jingle of her bell and a flick of her wrist, cultists were reduced to ash and smoke.

Too terrifying!

No wonder that ‘Thunder Silk’ youth, who was already very strong, referred to her as a big boss. She was truly a big boss, a grand figure!

Do we have any big bosses in our super combat division who could match up to this tall woman?

Iron Fist thought for a moment.

The answer was probably—no!

This woman’s Ability was too terrifying, beams of light, the clear radiance would ‘destroy’ the enemy in an instant, and could also pause, delay, and even heal.

Isn’t that power a bit too exaggerated! What kind of Ability is it?!

The Eastern youth’s ‘Thunder Silk’ Ability could manipulate threads and spread thunderbolts, for offense and defense, as well as control… In Iron Fist’s view, that was already an OP power, beyond standard.

The tall woman’s Ability, this is beyond beyond standard!

She was a true grand figure, from that ancient Eastern kingdom, and even within a venerable nation like Dong Huang, Iron Fist believed she must be at least among the top three powerhouses.

A top-three Dong Huang powerhouse, and possibly even the first, visiting their Wavemist Nation.

It’s a major event!

Iron Fist didn’t bother to ponder what the major event was; he scurried forward, “You, what are your instructions?”

…

Even as they dodged to the left and right, Silver Bell’s group was still found by the cultists from time to time.

In the end, they had no choice but to retreat all the way from Snow City.

They retreated to a deserted village dozens of kilometers away, which, though empty of people, was filled with plenty of Mysterious Evil.

“I suddenly feel that Mysterious Evil is kind of cute, what’s up with that?”

“You have a problem.”

“No, seriously, compared to the endlessly emerging crazed cultists, aren’t creatures like Mysterious Evil that go straight for the kill kind of adorable?”

“Indeed.”

Wind Chant was silent.

The cultists behaved like madmen but were far from unintelligent.

They would hide, ambush, conduct sneak attacks, and even use firearms—although most of the cultists were poor shots.

Still, this left them weary from coping.

There were too many of them, as if hiding in every nook of the city, any person you chanced upon could reveal themselves as a member of the cult once they tore off their mask.

“These are all Awakeners!”

Luo Rui couldn’t help but say, “The Awakeners of the cult really aren’t worth much, can they be mass-produced or something?”

Wind Chant pondered for a moment, “Maybe they really can, the description on our mission already made it clear, the cultists are no longer human, judging by their behavior as well.”

“Besides, their Awakening manifestations are almost identical, doesn’t that seem like they’ve been mass-produced?”

He looked at Doctor Silver Bell.

They didn’t know enough about the cultists, but one would imagine that someone like Doctor Silver Bell, an organization’s big shot, would definitely know more of the ins and outs.

“Want to know the details? We’ll just hypnotize them all, pry it out of their brains, then everything will be clear.”

Silver Bell crossed her arms, looking coldly at the three cultists before her.

They were captured along the way during the evacuation, one of whom was a second awakening Gray-robed Devotee.

But they had been severely weakened by Silver Bell’s healing and were firmly bound by Thousand Threads, resembling three white caterpillars.

Yet there was no fear on their faces.

They were distorted, filled with crazed expressions.

“Under the shine of the Red Moon, you all will be destroyed.”

“We are merely returning early to the embrace of our Lord.”

“Hahahahaha—”

He laughed savagely, biting through the throat of another cultist next to him.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

That cultist too, unsurprised and unafraid, revealed a smile, seeing death merely as a beginning.

The great Crimson Moon would shelter them.

One cultist committed suicide, followed by the second, and the Gray-robed Devotee also used a special method to slit his own throat.

The captives were dying.

But Silver Bell remained calm and collected, still with crossed arms, coldly watching for a few seconds before extending her hand. Small streams of water formed around her wrist, swirling, “Want to die? Did you ask my permission?”

The healing streams flew out, splitting into three, landing on the throats of the three cultists.

The healing was visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, all three cultists were restored, including the second awakening Gray-robed Devotee.

The healing effect was astonishing!

But fear began to appear in the cultists’ eyes, and the next moment they heard the “dingling” of bells and the soft, relaxing music that made one’s whole body unwind.

They fell into a deep sleep.

Their eyes opened again, but they were now lifeless, like puppets on strings.

“Now, I ask, you answer.”

…

Half an hour later, Silver Bell walked out of a civilian house with furrowed brows.

Illusionary Pupil followed behind her, leaving the interrogation scene.

Luo Rui couldn’t resist asking, “How did it go?”

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He was asking Illusionary Pupil.

Illusionary Pupil shook her head, “It didn’t go entirely smoothly.”

She said.

In the Holy Moon Cult, the Gray-robed Devotees indeed had a high status and spewed a lot of valuable information.

Just within Snow City, there were over a hundred basic cultists, eleven Gray-robed Devotees, and one Black-robed Devotee. As for the periphery believers still being cultivated, they were countless!

She was troubled just hearing about it.

And this was just in Snow City. From the information obtained through hypnosis, they could confirm that the Holy Moon Cult was not only in Snow City.

Their stronghold was not inside the city.

As for where it was…

This question was crucial, and Teacher Silver Bell also focused on this point during the hypnosis, trying to find out where the cultists were conducting their rituals.

But as soon as they inquired about this issue, the cultists suddenly woke up from hypnosis.

With a fierce laugh, their heads then exploded.

Silver Bell massaged her forehead.

At that moment, Wind Chant came over and asked, “The reinforcements from the Super Battle Division have arrived, and not just ordinary reinforcements, it seems like a big shot has come. What should we do?”

Silver Bell paused to think, “Let’s go meet them. To contain the growth of the cult, we still need the cooperation of local forces.”

Meanwhile,

in the distance,

the duo from Iron Fist, resting in another civilian house hundreds of meters away, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the strong reinforcements arrive.

Leading them was a young man with chestnut-colored curly hair, dressed in luxurious attire, graceful as if a noble youth.

Having heard Iron Fist’s description, he showed great interest, “A top-tier fighter from the official forces of the Eastern lands? The elegant and noble Miss Silver Bell? This young master is even more eager to meet her now.”