Chapter 295

Chapter 295

As Shorttail had heard before, the attack by the cultists of the evil god had been meticulously planned for a long time, and the Tribunal Headquarters, upon receiving the news, had taken many security measures.

Even Hui Cui left the scene at one point, but unfortunately, the cultists still managed to cause some commotion at the end.

This came as a surprise to some, who did not expect the cultists to be so desperate this time.

But in the eyes of the cultists, if they did not fight now, there would be no chance to fight later!

Not to mention the remnants of the Mutated Sect, which were being chased like termites, the other three evil god organizations—the Shadowblade and the Plague Seminar, torn apart due to the death of Heng Ruhaken, and the Resurrection Society, plagued by internal strife—were all gradually feeling their living space being squeezed.

First, many spies lurking in the cities were suddenly apprehended by the Tribunal, taken away, and never heard from again.

Perhaps it was because they had once uttered the name of the Eye in the Mirror, the cultists finally realized this trap and began to use "Peeping Tom" in their communications instead of a certain name.

But this seemed to do little good; it appeared that once the name of the Eye in the Mirror was called, the mark was permanent.

Small camps were thus suddenly besieged by the Inquisitors, and after this process repeated several times, all the cultists of the evil gods were moving, striving to find new bases.

The move was very urgent, indicating that they had to abandon a lot of supplies.

In the past, abandoning supplies was not a problem; they could trade or buy them again. However, now, the largest supplier of supplies among the evil god organizations—the Mutated Sect—had collapsed!

Collapsed! Bankrupt! The largest black market for supply exchange—the Cave of the Dark Sea—was gone!

There was no longer any ally who could provide oxygen and food. If they needed these essentials, they could only go into the city.

But buying large amounts of oxygen and food in the city could easily attract the attention of the Tribunal. When the Mutated Sect was still operating normally, many cultists of the evil gods were caught for this reason.

Yes, monotonous commerce may depress ordinary citizens, but it also means that economic fluctuations are minimal. Even if the cultists of the evil gods wanted to buy a little more, the next day, the Inquisitors would be watching the decimal points, sniffing out the increased units.

This couldn't go on!

Finally, the cultists of the evil gods gathered in the Shadow Realm, their emotions running high, each one crying about their recent hardships.

They decided to launch a joint operation, named, well, "Let the Remaining Forces of the Mutated Sect Give Their Last Effort."

"All problems stem from that Peeping Tom becoming a Pillar God," said the Grand High Priest of the Mutated Sect, who had narrowly escaped with her life and had not yet died, "If we can bring Him down, everything will improve."

The lady who spoke these words had a premonition of misfortune during the divine war and directly left the altar she should not have left according to the rules, finding a Shadowwalker who liked her and hiding in the Shadow Realm.

She hid just in time. When other Silver Moon Maidens exhausted their magic in battle and squeezed their magic cores to save their lives, leading to the withering of the cores, she, relying on the protection of the Shadowwalker, consumed very little magic and could still cast spells even now.

Afterward, she quickly consolidated whatever forces she could, earning herself a place at this meeting.

It was as if the Mutated Sect were still the leader among the four major evil god organizations... although everyone knew that she and the remaining forces of the Mutated Sect were merely fish on a chopping block.

People who used to have no right to speak in front of her without her permission could now display critical expressions and question her: "That sounds nice, but how can you make a Pillar God fall?"

"There is a way," the Grand High Priest said solemnly, "Actually, there has always been a way."

Her words invigorated many of the recently sleepless and hungry cultists of the evil gods.

"Do you know why the Pillar Gods stay away from humanity?" She smiled slightly, "They are cautious, rarely taking human form. Is it because they cannot? No, it's because they are afraid. A god walking in human form is a miracle itself, especially after they shed their human forms and leave the world. Anything they leave behind, any trace, can be considered holy relics."

The eyes of the cultists participating in the meeting were covered with black cloth.

They could see nothing, but they could hear the Grand High Priest's manic laughter.

She laughed, "It's fine if mortals don't notice, but if they do, if they touch, the gods will be forced into a struggle!"

***

In the Common Tongue, "He," "She," and "It" are different words.

So when the skeleton bird's voice trailed off, all the citizens who heard clearly looked up in surprise, wanting to know who that "He" was.

This was an instinctive curiosity, a first reaction that could not be changed even if they knew it was dangerous, and many of them had heard the gossip about the Chief Inquisitor, knowing that Hui Cui Dover liked a ritualist named Lin—

"Bang!"

The skeleton bird's scream was cut short by an ice bullet shattering it.

Not hearing the rest made some citizens sigh, but those clearly disappointed citizens were pulled by their sleeves and mouths covered by their companions, hastening to leave the street.

Shorttail looked back, her face very pale, as if she had been frightened, stumbling a bit before running to catch up with the adults in front. Blue Phosphorus held her hand tightly, the siblings trembling together.

The escort team of Inquisitors was communicating via alchemical communicators, and the rear guard said, "It seems to be over there?"

"The Chief Inquisitor personally went into action; one fish slipping through the net is enough." Another Inquisitor replied, not thinking anything serious would happen today.

The rear guard did not relax his vigilance; he might have been the captain, giving a direct order, "The enemy might have used a Shadowwalker to send a spirit. Kamy, be more careful."

A lizard person, possibly a Holy Knight or Light Mage, grunted in response. He walked in the middle of the group, with the Lin family being escorted, carefully observing the shadows, even in the elevator.

The elevator went straight to the second floor of the Tribunal Headquarters, and when they were seated in the reception room of Building One, even Luo An began to feel uneasy.

"Did we take the Chief Inquisitor's back door?" He whispered to Blue Phosphorus after the Inquisitors left, "This is the treatment for the Chief Inquisitor's family, right?"

Blue Phosphorus remained silent, and Luo An muttered anxiously, "Lin and the Chief Inquisitor aren't even married..."

Saying this, his face crumpled when a clerk brought them a dish of candy.

If Lin were still alive... That is, if Lin were still here, he would actually be happy to leverage their connection to boast about their special relationship with the Chief Inquisitor outside. But after Lin left, such actions only made him feel that Hui Cui Dover was trying to take away his family.

So he didn't touch the candy, nor did he notice that he and everyone else suddenly felt drowsy.

After a few breaths in the reception room, a paw pushed open the partially closed door.

A silver giant wolf silently entered, circling around his family twice, staring worriedly at Blue Phosphorus and Shorttail.

Oh no, she thought, exposed.

The formation of the light band was undeniable. Lin had suddenly said that the feelings Blue Phosphorus Ash and Short Tail had for Mirror Pupil had already merged with their feelings for Lin.

This proved that they had confirmed the relationship between Mirror Pupil and Lin.

Blue Phosphorus Ash was already a professional of the Mother of Sourceblood, so there wasn't too much to worry about, but Short Tail was still so young. The Pillar God Church advocated that the age for becoming a professional should be fifteen or older.

The reason for advocating this age was that the professional apprentices who received church education could stabilize their beliefs around the age of fifteen. After all, in this era, humans reached puberty earlier, and at fifteen, both their brains and bodies were fully developed.

But seven... it was still an age of expanding cognition.

Thinking of this, Snow Claws felt even more anxious. She felt she should enter Short Tail's dream to explain things, but the words Short Tail had spoken in her last dream still made her heart tremble.

But she couldn't hesitate here! Short Tail was waiting for an answer!

Snow Claws gritted her teeth and jumped into Short Tail's dream again.

Short Tail's dream was a dim pearl. As soon as Snow Claws entered, she saw a coffin before she saw Short Tail.

The black coffin lid was open, filled with paper-folded white crows, but the person who should have been lying inside was missing.

Short Tail was huddled beside the coffin, not surprised by the sudden appearance of the silver wolf. Before Snow Claws could say anything, Short Tail asked, "Why hasn't Lin ever appeared in my dreams?"

Of course, it was because "Lin," as a deity-recognized figure, was equivalent to the deity itself in dreams. Appearing meant He was summoned, but for your safety, He couldn't truly accept the summoning.

Snow Claws, who had been caught up in constant tutoring recently, instinctively ran through this knowledge in her mind, barely managing to keep from responding.

Short Tail looked up at Snow Claws and asked, "He can't come?"

How should she answer this?

Snow Claws remained silent for a moment, then saw Short Tail extend her hand to her.

Snow Claws walked over and rubbed her fluffy, warm body against her.

Short Tail also raised her hand to comb Snow Claws' fur. Soon, the girl knelt on the ground, the silver wolf's chin resting on the girl's thighs, being scratched behind the ears, purring contentedly.

So when Short Tail changed position, Snow Claws was completely unprepared to be climbed onto her back.

Climbing onto her back, Short Tail grabbed Snow Claws' long silver fur tightly.

Gripping it firmly, she asked, "If Lin can't come, where is Lin?"

Snow Claws, who had just been immersed in tenderness, was startled: "?!!!!"

"Wait, wait, Short Tail, it hurts—"

"Is Snow Claws going to take me to see Lin?" Short Tail loosened her grip a bit but still held on tight, clinging to Snow Claws' back to prevent her from escaping.

"Why doesn't Lin come!" The little girl on the wolf's back, her voice sharp with emotion, "Because He became a god, so He's abandoning us?!"

On the way to the Tribunal Headquarters, Short Tail had recalled many past events.

She remembered last year, when she prayed to Mirror Pupil out of deep longing for Snow Claws. After praying, Lin knocked on her door and confiscated the paper with the prayer sentences written on it.

It seemed that any small action would be noticed by Lin.

Only now did she realize how Lin had discovered her prayers.

Short Tail also remembered what Lin had told her back then.

"I think, Mirror Pupil—He isn't a bad god, right?" the girl, innocent and ignorant of the future, asked naively.

"No, He is a bad god... He is a very, very bad god." Perhaps the god, sensing His departure, answered thus.

A very, very bad god, Lin said, but Short Tail didn't believe it.

Because the dreams Mirror Pupil granted her were truly pleasant and warm. She could feel that He loved them, loved humanity.

The little girl also had her rebellious side, keeping her fondness for the evil god a secret.

She had always liked this banisher of nightmares and guardian of sweet dreams, until... until today.

Until He could no longer truly banish her nightmares.

"Mirror Pupil is a big bad guy..." the little girl shouted on the wolf's back, "Mirror Pupil is a big bad guy!!!"

Mirror Pupil is the worst god in the world! He took Lin away forever!!

Now Short Tail was certain of this, and the silver radiance emanating from Snow Claws dyed her pale blue eyes silver.

The seed of magic fell into her small body, and new leaves sprouted on the scepter.

In the depths of her mind, knowledge surfaced, allowing her tear-streaked face to understand.

"Dream Spirit Rider"

You have received the blessing of Mirror Pupil. He has fixed your talent for you.