Chapter 107 – Cultists in the Sewers

“Jyao-!!!!!”

At first, he tried to do something with the dagger.
It was really fierce momentum to swing it around and let out a spirited spirit.

“You eight year old! Let’s crush!”

However, Copson, who was simply thrusting her shield in, was blocked by the first round and was crushed by the wall, and when Me and Meri Lee, who rushed in afterward, began to hack the child’s lower body, she had no choice but to collapse while crying out for her mother.

ㅡPerbuck! Puck puck!
ㅡPerbububbuck!

After that, it was just pouring primal violence on him that brought together the power of friendship.
The tidal wave of beatings was just like this.

The concept of mercy did not exist for Meria and Copson, who had become people in another world that were so ferocious that even I would get sick of them. They were natives and adventurers living in an extremely barren world, diligently distinguishing between enemies and allies, stabbing knives and bursting into anger.

“Ha ha… Ha… I would have died at this point, right?”
“I’m afraid it might suddenly come to life.”

He was literally beaten like a dog on a dog’s day, and he passed away just like that.

To be honest, when black smoke flowed out of the hole where he had been stabbed with a knife from the middle, he only knew that they were being fucked well. Fortunately, nothing happened, and the guy rolled his eyes out and died. Blowing out smoke seemed like a last-ditch effort.

“Laughing bastard. What you did to us is your defeat.”

It was a very futile end for a wizard who had learned Blink.

In this way, since death is equal for everyone, people have no choice but to live humbly in their respective positions. There is no business in front of Daguri.

“It’s commendable that you fought hard while casting Blink and Shield stored in Memorize, but you’re no match for us. You worked hard, wizard. Your dagger skills were quite useful.”

I muttered that while trampling on the dead mage’s corpse.
For no evil being can withstand the power of friendship.

“Aren’t you already dead? You won’t hear.”
“What are you talking about the corpse?”

While doing so, Cloudy called me.

“Kat, are you done?”
“Uh, Cloudy. What about you? Ah… I don’t have anything to ask.”

Behind Cloudy, who had approached, he could see the fleshy pieces of gargoyles heaped up. It was such a horrific sight that I wondered if half of it had briefly been in the blender.

She hugged me like she was breaking down. “I’m tired, can you hug me?” “You’ve already been hugged.” She was the rare one whose breath was ragged after a knife cut. Even if Cloudy was a seasoned half-blood warrior of Dark Elves, it would have been difficult for her to defeat that level of monsters by herself. Even if you are a superman, there is a physical limit.

“How many gargoyles were there?”
“Maybe twenty?”
“That’s a lot of fucking. Thank you. You worked hard.”

As the excitement of battle wore off, her flesh felt very soft. He held her for a while and caught her breath.

By the way, it’s a really great sight. Wings and limbs flew here and there, and black blood formed rivers. You won’t be able to get it from there. The damage was too severe, and the amount was too much.

“…Let’s do that and prepare to withdraw soon. He wants to go back quickly and rest.”
“I envy you, I envy you.”

At those words, I shyly fell off with Cloudy.

“Ah, then let’s start looting!”
“Oh!”

After shouting slogans, we immediately searched the inside of this large room. First of all, the four wands held by the cultists and the dagger decorated with strange patterns that the last guy took out. It appeared to be used for the sacrifice of something. There was nothing else besides that.

“They’re poor guys.”
“That’s why you fall for this strange religion.”
“As if.”

Because they don’t have everything and their lives are hard, they turn to this strange religion.
What is a cultist? I was told I had no parents or siblings.

I looked around the room, but there didn’t seem to be anything special about it except for the altar in the center. We naturally searched the altar. The flames on the altar were still burning, and the thought went mad that there might be something sacrificed.

“Hey, Copson. There’s nothing up there!”
“Looks like none!”

Copson, who climbed the altar and inspected the fire, said so. Me and maria And Cloudy circled around the altar and searched with his eyes wide open for something worth while.

After looking for a while, I came to a conclusion.

“Isn’t this shit, nonsense?”

The complexion of the party members was dark. Even if you touch Merman, you look around and find something that could be money, but it doesn’t seem like you had much fun either.

“That can’t be the case. There must be something in a place like this…”

Frustrated, we searched the room a bit more paranoidly, but again found nothing. In a fit of rage, I kicked the flesh of the gargoyles.

“Seafists! Fucking dogs!”
“Calm down. But you brought your wand and dagger, right?”

As Meria said, he was very angry, but he still had 8 wands. Even if you only hit 2 silver per bag, you could get 4 silver per person for 16 silver.

In addition to the quest completion reward of 50 Cooper, if you sold even the body parts of the gargoyle that were still intact, you could expect a profit of up to 5 silver. It was a big fucking cock, no, a lot of money.

For Mr. Merman, each person would be able to hand over 25 coppers and give them about 1 silver.

“But the shape of the wands are all the same.”
“Well?”

If you look closely, the wands all look the same. The color was the same, and the size of the crystal ball was also the same. Is it food equipment? Judging from the fact that they used the same equipment, I think these cultists are quite organized.

“I think they’re quite organized cultists. This is a fucking report, report. If you go to church and report it, we might give you a hefty reward.”
“Ah, yes!”

If we take even that, our profits will explode.

I couldn’t find anything more worthwhile. He quickly cut off his hair, which was covered with cultists’ tattoos. The eyes of his were wide open and black, and I thought that the severed head of his might suddenly jump in, but it didn’t happen either.

A corpse is just a corpse.

“Okay, let’s go.”

After taking the loot, we left everything that was left behind and went back the way we came.

Finding your way was no problem. It’s because only Merman recorded the road while coming this far. He ended up showing a terrible appearance in many ways, but he would be satisfied if he paid for his troubles by about 1 silver.

“Oh, let’s take this too.”
“They’re the ones I killed earlier.”

On my way back, I found the cultists I had killed earlier. Their heads were also cut off and carried away. It was really hard to lift because I had no hair. From the middle, I just took off my cloak and packed it like a bundle.

I got out of the 4th floor. I went straight to where I had stashed my sacks and bags. Fortunately, there were no problems. I took that too and went upstairs. I found a zombie in the middle, I just killed it and threw it into the waterway.

By the way, what happened to the guy who ran away earlier… I wonder if he’s wandering in the dark.
I couldn’t tell.

“It’s dark. Has it already been like this?”

It was already midnight. No, judging from the positions of the moons, it might be dawn. Exploring the maze-like waterways took up a lot of time.

Still, the fresh air on the ground was pleasant.
The cool night air was very pleasant.

“Mr. Merman, here’s the labor cost. It’s 1 silver.”
“Thank you very much. This is enough for the hard work.”

I gave 1 silver to Merman. Then he burst into laughter, put the silver coin into his bosom his, and started talking.

“The request is over. I’ll report on the success, so go to the guild in the morning and get your reward.”
“Yes, Mr. Merman did a good job too. Oh, take the sack and go. This is a bit heavy, but go in well… Meria, Copson. You guys just have to give me 25 copper each. Should I say it’s Mr. Merman’s employment fee, split it up? I want to sleep.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”

Having received the money and the sack, Merman disappeared into the darkness. His sack His contained the heads of the undead. It is a proof of the success of the commission. Of course, the cultists’ heads and gargoyle drop items had already been transferred to Copson’s bag and my cloak-bag.

“Take it, Barbarian.”

Copson and Meria handed me 25 coppers each, and as they handed over the money, Meria said.

“Then what now? Isn’t it a bit late? Is the church going to open?”
“Isn’t that church open 24 hours a day?”

This is why it is difficult to be late. Even if he tried to pay the bill, all the shops were closed at this time, so it was ambiguous to share the money.

Since there are 8 wands, even if you divide them into two, it is said that it is a little difficult to share the head, but the dagger and gargoyle japtem are the same.

“There’s no particular way, right? Then let’s go to church.”

Cloudy said. Well, I don’t think there’s any other way than to go. That’s how I started with the Brass Holy Angel Society Church.

Brass Castle Society, the place where I stopped by tirelessly during the festival.

Seeing that he liked it so much when he gave him the head of a flesh golem, he might have received this head, which was evidence of paganism and a cult, and given some amount of compensation.

It feels like back in the day, if you picked up leaflets and took them to the police station, they would give you something nice.

To briefly explain the doctrine of this Society of Brass Angels, they, who worship Verde, the god of scales, have a radical idea that since the evil ones kill the good ones to tip the scales, they must kill and eliminate such wicked ones with zero tolerance to balance the scales. They were religious thugs with

The wicked here refer to pagans or cultists.

If you look at it in a broad sense, it would include the robbers in the back alley, but he doesn’t seem to pay much attention to those places. After all, they were such people, so if you brought them these apparently evil-looking heads, they would surely reward you.

When I arrived at the front door of the church, the door was firmly closed.

“We’ve arrived. That fucking door’s locked.”
“Is it because it’s too late? Shall we meet tomorrow and come back?”
“I don’t mind anyway.”

As I grumbled and wandered around in front of it, a priest opened a small door next to the gate and came out. A priest on duty… He looked very tired and told us.

“What’s going on?”
“Ah.”

I whispered to him secretly.

“Have you… Been looking for evidence of heresy? Are you interested?”
“Evidence of paganism! Are you guys adventurous?”

He looked at us with great interest at the word ‘paganism’.
We nodded our heads at the question.

“That’s right. I accidentally discovered the cultists today, and I brought the evidence. I brought it because I thought I’d give you a reward if you turned it in to the church. Of course, along with the information.”
“This, please show me that this is evidence.”

To the visibly flustered man, I unwrapped the bag and pulled out a cultist’s head to show him.

An evil pattern engraved on his pale skin and face. And even black eyes with no whites. The priest who saw him shouted in astonishment.

“Amazing! These eyes! These are proof of wickedness! Come in now!”
“Come in.”
Hehe.”
“Cook-Cook.”
“Hmm… I hope it’s over soon.”

Upon entering the church, I was guided to a certain room. It was a windowless room with a round table and chairs that could seat about eight people.
The priest lit a fire for lighting and demanded that the heads be placed on the round table.

As he said, he took out 8 heads and pieces of gargoyles and arranged them. The gargoyle pieces seemed to be used by cultists, so I put them on top of each other. The wand was already divided into two, so I didn’t have to upload it.

“Gargoyles!”
“You know?”
“Henchmen of the evil beings… What the hell… Wait a moment. I’ll wake up the senior pastor.”

Shocked, he went out the door.

“Well, I’m starting to look forward to something…”
“Me too. Hehe, I wonder what to give you.”

Marywa and Copson said.

“I’m suddenly really excited too. I never thought that would be a reaction like that. Cloudy, if you get paid, let’s buy something delicious with it.”
“Yeah, but I’d rather go back now than that.”
“Be patient. Aren’t you pounding?”
“You must be thrilled.”

Cloudy grabbed my wrist and started stroking it. As much as it was difficult today, it seemed that the desire was piled up. Shit. Can’t you rest even after going back?

ㅡ Kikkiik.

Soon after, a senior pastor whom I remember seeing once entered. He looked at my face and pretended to know.

“Oh, aren’t you the one who brought the supply and demand of the flash golem back then?”
“That’s right. Our relationship is very deep. Shall we talk then?”
“Good.”

He sat across from us.