Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1741 Bloodlust Cult!

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Southeast District of Tiandou City, China Resources District (No. 44).

This massive slaughterhouse, permeated with the stench of livestock and the smell of rust, is an inconspicuous yet essential node in the city's operation.

However, this place has now become the eye of the storm.

The piercing siren shattered the silence, and the sounds of rubbing armor and heavy footsteps converged like a tidal wave.

The city guards, holding torches and guiding lanterns, surrounded the entire slaughterhouse like an iron barrel.

Inside the building, sporadic sounds of fighting and the explosions of soul skills rang out, accompanied by terrified shouts and the crisp sound of shattering objects, indicating that the resistance was still ongoing, but more often there were desperate crouching and surrendering under the pressure of swords to the neck and soul power suppression.

The commotion was centered on a huge warehouse that originally stored frozen meat.

At this moment, the thick concrete floor of the warehouse was forcibly torn apart and ripped open by violent force, revealing a huge, chilling hole.

The opening was not naturally formed; its edges were twisted with irregular tears, faintly exuding a bloody stench, like a giant maw leading to the abyss of hell.

This place is the Bloodlust Cult's secret stronghold hidden in the heart of Tiandou City.

Without hesitation, the powerful figures ordered to eliminate the enemy did not stop. Five figures, each exuding a completely different yet incomparably powerful aura, leaped into the deep cave entrance without a second thought.

The leader of the team was Tong Yangyuan, the Imperial Censor at level 95. The other four were Lei Xing at level 92, Ji Hongming at level 93, Qinghuang Sword Master at level 94, and Shi Yuanyuan at level 92 (the current head of the Xuanwu Turtle Stone Family, one of the Twenty-Four Famous Families).

It can be said that the five-person squad includes mages, warriors, controllers, swordsmen, and tanks.

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Zuo Tinggang led the Huiming Bureau to annihilate the Black Nether Legion, while Imperial Censor Tong Yangyuan led the army to wipe out the Blood Desire Cult. The two had a clear division of labor and were responsible for different goals. In the end, they naturally received the same credit and benefits.

Tong Yangyuan, as the head of the Inspectorate, which is on par with the military and the cabinet, holds a high position and great power. He comes from the Tong family, which is of the eighth rank and is a hereditary duke. He belongs to the neutral faction - the Ming King faction!

The Inspectorate is an institution that not only oversees the officials of the imperial court, but also extends its authority to the vast world of Soul Masters.

In some areas, its responsibilities do overlap with those of the Bureau of Obscurity and Observation.

Therefore, the Censorate was not just composed of clerks and officials; it possessed formidable military power, enough to intimidate all sides.

It should be noted that in this world and court that reveres power and is dominated by Soul Master clans, pure civil officials who do not cultivate Soul Power are not entirely non-existent, but... they are extremely rare, like phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

The reason is nothing more than infighting and unpredictable events within the imperial court.

Without sufficient strength to protect themselves, a purely civil official family could easily be wiped out by hostile forces in a relatively minor conflict, resulting in the complete destruction of the entire family.

Unless this person possesses extraordinary wisdom and resourcefulness, bordering on the monstrous, and is able to skillfully leverage external forces, resources, and the principles of heaven and earth to maneuver among various factions and build a sufficiently powerful military barrier for himself.

But such outstanding individuals may only appear once every few centuries.

Even if they were to be born, their descendants might not be able to inherit that extraordinary wisdom that would be enough to protect themselves.

Therefore, those who can hold a stable position in the world's political arena generally possess the strength to protect themselves or deter others.

The imperial court is filled with experts. This is not absolute, but it is the norm.

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At this moment, five titled Douluo joined forces to attack.

Upon entering the underground cave, a stench a hundred times stronger than that of a slaughterhouse on the surface, enough to suffocate an ordinary person instantly, assaulted the senses.

The smell was a mixture of pungent, stale blood, the sweet, fishy smell of rotting entrails, the stench of excrement, and a strange, unpleasant odor that seemed to come from countless festering wounds fermenting in a humid environment.

The air was as thick as grease mixed with blood, and every breath brought a burning sensation and dizziness. It was not just a simple fishy smell, but a kind of desecration and impurity that penetrated to the bone marrow.

Tong Yangyuan's gaze swept over the filth, his anger burning: "What a den of iniquity! The Bloodlust Cult has treated human beings as livestock, committing such blasphemy that it deserves to die a thousand deaths to atone for its sins!"

"This cult nourishes this place with the resentment of living souls, attempting to bewitch people. Gentlemen, guard your hearts and minds, protect your consciousness with your soul power, and follow me to strike at the heart of the enemy!"

As you venture deeper into the passage, the ground beneath your feet gradually transforms from hard soil into a slippery, sticky mess.

An unidentified, dark red, viscous liquid seeped from the cave walls, gathering into a winding stream.

Illuminated by the light of soul power, everyone was able to see the "material" of the cave wall—it was not soil or rock, but some indescribable, highly compressed, semi-solidified dark red biological tissue!
Its surface is covered with patterns resembling dried-up blood vessels or broken tendons, and some areas even twitch slightly when light shines on them, emitting a chilling "gurgling" sound.

The scenes along the passageway were shocking.

It is no longer an assembly line for slaughtering livestock, but an altar and workshop for processing "raw materials".

Everywhere you look, there are bizarrely shaped and twisted remains hanging from thick iron hooks: some are just skeletons with their flesh scraped away; others seem to have been forcibly mixed together, with the features of different creatures grotesquely blended; you can even see a few corpses that barely retain their human form, their skin peeled off to reveal scarlet muscle veins, their empty eye sockets wide open, and their faces frozen in extreme pain and madness.

Unidentified fragments of organs and broken bones were scattered on the ground, soaking in thick blood plasma.

In some places, there were piles of solidified blood clots, covered with wriggling maggots and mutated beetles.

Even seasoned elite soul masters, along with the city guards and their accompanying experts, could not withstand the combined impact of this terrifying scene and foul atmosphere.

Many people turned pale, their throats bobbed, and they leaned against the wall, vomiting violently.

Stomach acid mixed with undigested food residue splattered on the ground, quickly blending with the filth on the ground.

Those with weaker wills were directly shocked by this hellish scene, their eyes glazed over, and they nearly fainted.

Even the leaders and officers at the Soul Emperor, Soul Saint, and even Soul Douluo levels all had ashen faces, tightly pursed lips, and eyes burning with anger and hatred, as they endured the physical discomfort and immense mental shock.

Tong Yangyuan pointed to the wreckage: "Look at these wreckages... the blood debts are countless and too numerous to count! Gentlemen, today we will uproot this den of evil and avenge the blood debts of the innocent dead!"

The deeper you go, the stronger the sense of spatial oppression and mental pollution becomes.

A low, indistinct buzzing sound began to fill the air. It was not a physical sound wave, but rather a spiritual shock that resonated directly in the depths of the soul, mixed with countless painful murmurs and cruel thoughts.

The "living tissue" on the cave wall was writhing more and more clearly, and in some areas, blurry human faces were even raised, struggling in pain but screaming silently, before breaking apart and disappearing in an instant.

Occasionally, a few eccentric fanatics, their forms twisted and inhuman, their eyes bloodshot and their minds extinguished, would rush out from dark corners or side paths, roaring as they tried to fight back. But their feeble resistance was no match for the five powerful Title Douluos, who were like mantises trying to stop a chariot. They were instantly crushed into dust by the powerful aftershocks of their soul skills or by a casual blow.

Of course, the Inspectorate's teams dispersed into these side streets to purge these bloodlust cult members. Tong Yangyuan's order was "to eradicate the cult, leaving no one alive!"

(End of this chapter)