We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 58 Who exactly is Uncle Horton?

Otherwise, why would old Morgan be so certain?

Why do I have absolutely no recollection of this "Uncle Horton"? Why is my memory of what happened before entering the castle always so vague?

The atmosphere in the corridor instantly plummeted to freezing point.

The guild's elite members exchanged bewildered glances, their hands gripping their longswords, unsure whether to retract them or release them.

A dozen steps away, Baal, who had been facing away from the crowd while breaking through the trap, finally turned around slowly.

The bone staff in his hand trembled slightly.

The thick fog in his mind, under the continuous suppression of the Dragon Domain, finally exploded completely. Those fanatical memories of the "Divine Envoy," those reverences of kneeling and kowtowing, those obsessions of worshipping him as a god, shattered completely.

But what followed was not hatred for Lin Qi, but an overwhelming sense of bewilderment.

Baal stared blankly at the passage before him, at the wreckage of traps scattered on the ground, at the tense Ryan family troops, and at the 120 fanatics wielding bone blades around him.

who am I?

What am I doing here?

Why would I bring my followers to the Blue Dragon's lair and mingle with these strange people who don't have a trace of the abyss?

He only remembered receiving a divine decree from the Demon God, instructing him to go to the Misty Forest to find a traitorous blue dragon and use its heart as a sacrifice to open the Abyss Rift.

But what happened after that is a complete blank in my memory, as if it had been forcibly ripped out by someone.

However, the dragon's might in this so-called Blue Dragon Fortress was almost solidified, and it felt so real that it was like a giant hand tightly gripping one's heart.

"Illusion?"

While everyone was staring in disbelief at Lin Qi and his companions, Baal secretly cast a detection spell on himself.

"The great abyss god told me that all of this is true."

After observing the situation discreetly, Baal realized that he was undoubtedly the strongest among them, and the only second-tier being. Baal immediately gained confidence.

Then there's no need to keep up the pretense. We, the Abyss Cult, have no place for scheming and trickery.

"Gagaga..."

Baal suddenly let out a hoarse, owl-like laugh, a laugh that carried an uncontrollable tremor and extreme madness.

He slammed the bone staff in his hand onto the ground, the black heart at its tip pounding wildly, and dense abyssal mist erupted from his body like a tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire passage.

The temperature in the passage plummeted, and the corrosive whispers of the abyss exploded wildly in everyone's ears.

"All that nonsense, just join the abyss!"

"Kill them all!"

He raised his bone staff and roared, "Leave no one alive! Kill them all!"

At his command, his group of fanatical followers, whose minds had long been twisted by the power of the abyss, roared and charged towards the members of the Adventurers' Guild.

The bone blades in their hands gleamed with a black light, and they slashed at anyone they saw without fear of death, completely displaying a willingness to perish together with their enemies.

Instantly, the entire passageway descended into chaos.

"Young master, be careful!"

Morgan's voice was drowned out by the chaos.

The sounds of clashing weapons, exploding battle aura, chanting magic, the roars of fanatics, and the screams of the dying all mingled together, making the entire passage vibrate.

The rubble from the dome continued to fall, and the dragon breath traps on the rock walls were triggered by the chaotic energy. The scorching dragon breath continued to erupt, and whether they were cultists or guild elites, anyone who was hit by the dragon breath was instantly burned to a crisp.

Gao De was entangled by three fanatics and had to dodge the constantly triggered traps, which made him furious.

He swung his sword, killing a fanatical follower who charged at him, and roared at old Morgan, "Mage Morgan! What the hell is going on? How did we get in here, and how did we end up with the Abyss Order?"

"Are you senile?!"

With a wave of his staff, old Morgan erected an ice wall that blocked the incoming bone spears. He stood back to back with God, saying weakly, "This is all your order, young master."

"You're the one who told us to obey Lord Horton's orders, he..."

The old mage turned his gaze to where Lin Qi was, and then froze.

Because that place was completely deserted.

In chaos.

Gao De watched as his elite troops fell one after another, and as more and more fanatical followers surrounded him. He trembled with rage, yet he was helpless.

Old Morgan's magical barrier was already riddled with cracks, and he shouted at him sharply, "Young Master, retreat! If we continue fighting, we'll all die here!"

Gao De gritted his teeth and killed the fanatical believer who rushed up with a single sword strike. His gaze swept across the entire passage, but he could no longer find the boy's figure.

The kid that old Morgan called "Uncle Horton" ran away.

In the chaos of his fight with the cultists, he vanished without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Gao De roared, but he also knew that it was impossible to find it now.

"Retreat! Everyone, retreat! Exit the passage!"

The remaining guild elites immediately protected Gao De and Old Morgan, fighting and retreating towards the stone gate.

Baal stood amidst the corpses, watching their retreating figures, without giving chase.

The bone staff in his hand trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes were fixed on the darkness deep in the passage, and a suppressed roar, like that of a trapped beast, came from his throat.

He waved his hand and barked an order at the remaining fanatics, his voice filled with barely concealed rage: "Clean up the scene! Regroup! Keep going! Find the blue dragon! Kill it! Complete the sacrifice!"

Only when the sacrifice is completed, and only when the power of the Demon God descends, is that his only concern.

The fanatics echoed in unison, their voices fervent, reverberating through the empty passageway.

...

Just as Baal made his move.

Lynch did not hesitate at all.

His body moved like a ghost, instantly slipping out of the center of the crowd.

His steps were incredibly fast, treading on the ground covered in gravel and blood without making a sound. Taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, he avoided the fighting crowd, the ever-bursting dragon breath, and the flying bone spears and sword energy, quickly retrace his steps.

A lone fanatic happened to be blocking the crossroads.

He was facing Lin Qi, roaring and trying to stop him, but the latter did not pause for a moment. In an instant, the short blade in his hand slashed and precisely cut open the fanatic's throat.

There were no screams, no struggles.

The fanatic's body slumped to the ground, and Lin Qi caught him and gently placed him on the ground without making a sound.

Having done all this, he didn't linger at all; his figure had already disappeared.

He stopped when he had walked nearly a hundred meters away and the sounds of fighting inside became indistinct. He leaned against the cold rock wall and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

My tense body finally relaxed.

He lowered his head and flicked the blood off the dagger in his hand.

The Dragon Domain's suppression was still in effect, and all divine skills remained ineffective, but that didn't matter. As long as he got out and took Fiona away, his purpose for this trip would be perfectly achieved. Although he was currently suppressed by the Dragon Domain, his extraordinary memories were still in effect. From the moment he stepped into the fortress, every step he took and every rock wall he saw was precisely etched into his memory.

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Qi rushed off.

In just ten minutes, the outline of the fortress gate appeared at the end of the passage.

The stone gate still had a crack, and the wind from the valley outside blew in through the crack, carrying the unique earthy scent of the mountains, and, well, a hint of blood.

Lin Qi paused for a moment.

Not right.

Where did this bloody smell come from? Could it be that something happened to the people I left outside to provide backup?

Lin Qi suppressed the unease in his heart, and with a flash, he peered out through the crack in the stone door.

His pupils were slightly dilated.