While Hao Ren's group entered the main peak of the Holy Mountain, the other two teams also entered the mountain from other passes.
The final search for the cultists began. Thousands of royal knights and church soldiers quickly spread out in the mountains, forming hundreds of search teams. Each team was led by several Wolf Riders. After these search teams entered the mountain, more ordinary soldiers had set up checkpoints on all the main roads at the foot of the Holy Mountain to prevent any cultists from escaping.
In the air above the Holy Mountain, a faint eye-shaped mageweath floated quietly as if it was embedded in the sky. Countless lines that were almost invisible to the naked eye spread around the mageweath, shrouding the entire Holy Mountain area. This was a large-scale divine spell set up by the pontiff of the Disciples of Glory. With this divine spell, the pontiff could detect the slightest movement in every corner of the Holy Mountain, including the slightest footstep of a rabbit — except for the strange space deep in the Holy Mountain.
Hodeceus floated on the western edge of the crystal mine, facing the Sacred Mountain from a distance, like a ferocious beast confronting the Sacred Mountain. The shield-shaped wall in front of the floating fortress was filled with magic light. Some of the crystal bricks retracted into the wall, and the colorful muzzles of the magic cannons poked out from the cracks. These muzzles were integrated with the mageweath on the surrounding wall. They were the most powerful armed force of Hodeceus.
The magic cannons were pointed at the Holy Mountain, and the mages in charge of these cannons were sweating profusely. In the command post of Hodeceus, several people were watching the movement on the wall and in the direction of the Holy Mountain through the magic water curtain. Prince Hoffman's bald head was gleaming. He wiped away the sweat on his forehead and shook his head slightly to the people around him. "If we really fire this time, the world will be in chaos."
"So the only thing we should pray for now is not to be forced to the point where we need to fire at the Holy Mountain." A bishop pressed his hand on his chest. "Goddess, have mercy, let our knights successfully deal with those inhumane heretics and their evil gods."
And under the command post, there was an even more secretive room. The room was simply decorated, and there were holy relics and books related to the Disciples of Glory everywhere. The Pope was standing in the middle of the room, deep in thought. He opened his eyes slightly. Golden light surged in his left eye, reflecting every detail of the Sacred Mountain, including the knights who had begun to search the mountain. His right eye was looking at a portrait not far in front of him. The portrait was painted with strange black and red lines. It was the image of the Goddess in the teachings of the Disciples of Glory.
Even though the black and red lines were drawn on the canvas and were not enchanted, they were moving slightly as if they were alive, forming all kinds of wonderful patterns. The red part of the painting was like blood spreading in the eyes of the Pope, conveying the will of the Goddess that was difficult for ordinary people to understand.
"Warning …" The Pope muttered to himself as if he had heard the voice of the Goddess. "We already have such a powerful floating fortress, what else do you want us to be wary of?"
At the same time, in the Sacred Mountain, Hao Ren and the rest had stepped into the snow-covered land.
The knights who came with them had split into dozens of combat squads according to the plan, and under the leadership of the Wolf Riders, they were now relying on magic to communicate with each other. Hao Ren and the rest, under Uruk's personal lead, continued to move deeper into the mountain. According to the plan, the knights were responsible for dealing with the cultists of the Cult of Origination, while Hao Ren and the rest were to head to the core area of the psionic field to capture the brain monster. But for some reason, although they had seen some traces of human activity since entering the mountain, they had not met a single cultist, let alone encountered any battle.
Vivian took out the Protective Crystal and looked at it. The crystal was emitting a gentle light. "There's spiritual interference here … We should have stepped into the range of the brain monster's power. But why is it so smooth? "
"Yeah, we didn't even see the shadow of the cultists." Hao Ren was also puzzled about this. "Uruk, didn't you encounter resistance when you sent the Wolf Riders to search the mountain? Why is it so quiet here today? "
"They have indeed been here." Uruk had already dismounted from the Wolf Rider. He bent down and sniffed the air. "There's also the smell of people left behind. They are outsiders, but they were here a day ago."
"The Sacred Mountain has been completely sealed. The cultists can't escape even if they have wings. They definitely can't escape." The sound of light armor rubbing against each other was heard. Ophra's voice rang behind them. "Probably hiding in their lair."
Y 'zaks looked at the terrain of the mountain and looked at Uruk curiously. "You guys have been watching this mountain for thousands of years, but you didn't find any traces of the cultists? They even built a base in this mountain … This is unbelievable. "
Speaking of this topic, Uruk, the leader of the Wolf Riders, did not look too good. He shook his head. "This is a disgrace. But to be honest, I still can't believe this actually happened … The Wolf Riders patrol the mountain every day. We have walked every mountain path here, but we have never seen any outsiders … It's hard to understand, hard to understand. I don't know how to explain this. "
Hao Ren was stunned when he heard Uruk's words. He seemed to have vaguely thought of something, but the thought disappeared in a flash. He did not grasp anything.
Uruk continued to lead them into the mountain. The further they went, the more rugged the path became. He had to follow his experience and pick the safe paths to avoid slipping on the snow-covered slopes. The werewolf leader who had lived in the mountains for two hundred years was very familiar with these paths. He felt that he could walk back to his home even with his eyes closed. But as he went deeper, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Nangong Sanba noticed that Uruk had slowed down and looked serious. He suddenly became nervous. "What's wrong?"
Uruk frowned as he looked at the mountain path in front of him. He took a few steps forward and looked around at a fork in the road. He looked like a person who was passing by this place for the first time. He walked back and forth a few times and finally looked up at the familiar Scorching Peak. "This is the right direction …"
"This road is different from what I remember!" Uruk finally turned his head and said to the crowd. His voice was filled with disbelief. "There shouldn't be a fork here … I've been here hundreds of times, but I don't remember there being a slope leading to the valley."
As he said that, he frowned and looked at the valley in the mountain. "No … I don't even remember there being a valley here."
"Are you sure?" Ophra asked hurriedly. "A werewolf can get lost in the Sacred Mountain?"
"I don't know what's going on." Uruk pointed at the fork in the road. "I'm familiar with this side of the road, but I have no memory of the other side."
Hao Ren suddenly realized something. "Wait, what's on the right side of the road in your memory? Is it a mountain? A valley? Or something else? "
Uruk frowned and thought. He was shocked to find that his memory of the right side of the road was a blank!
It was not a mountain, it was not a valley, it was not anything. He tried hard to recall and realized that he had walked this road countless times, but never once did he look in this direction. The scene on the right side of the road was a blank!
"I know what's going on." Hao Ren looked at Uruk's expression and knew the answer. "I'm afraid the other werewolves have never found this road — your senses have been disrupted by the brain monster."
Uruk was stunned.
"The entire core area of the Sacred Mountain is probably under this state of interference." Hao Ren looked at the people around him. "Passing through here will cause your senses to be distorted, and you will subconsciously ignore the road around you. This interference is flawless, and even when you look back at your memory, you won't notice anything wrong. The brain monster has dug this entire area away from the world's' sight '. This is why the cultists can stay here so openly. "
Ophra's face showed a trace of horror. "… How long has this interference been going on?"
"Humans don't know when they start to fall asleep," Vivian suddenly said. She looked at Uruk. "Since the beginning of the werewolves' history, have you ever found this valley in the Sacred Mountain? Is there such an area in your map? "
Uruk fell silent, and Becky felt a chill slowly creeping up her heart.
(Anyway, for various reasons, I have to update earlier … I've been so busy lately, I had to work so hard just to complete the chapters. Life is so difficult =) =)
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