Scarlet Descent-Chapter 30 - God’s Remnant

"Heh, heh, heh..."

In the quiet club, Wei Wei's panting could be heard from time to time.

He was bending over, arching his back, holding a… "rag" with both hands, wiping from one end of the club to the other, very carefully. He changed the water frequently, trying to clean up all the splattered blood in the club as much as possible. All the corpses had been dragged together, piled up haphazardly, looking like a terrifying human pyramid.

He was doing the job very meticulously, even more carefully than if he was being paid. Finally, after circling around to check one last time—making sure there were no problems—he took off his blood-soaked raincoat and threw it on top of her. Then he went to the bathroom, carefully washed his face, wiping clean the blood stains on his neck and behind his ears. Only then did he dry his face with a towel, bringing it back and throwing it together with the raincoat.

He took out his old buddy from his pocket, dangling it on his middle finger. The head charm began to sway slowly on its own in such a blood-scented place, without needing to be awakened.

"One request, one price..."

"..." "Stop chanting..."

Wei Wei turned its head towards the pile of fresh corpses, saying: "They're yours..."

The head charm trembled excitedly, but forcibly held back, continuing to chant:

"One request, one pri-" "..."

Wei Wei couldn't help but reach for his gun at his back, but the head charm suddenly reacted: "Thank you!"

"Go ahead!"

Wei Wei smiled helplessly, throwing the head charm towards the pile of corpses.

Then he walked around the club, looking for some gasoline, but found the club unprofessional. Such a big club, and they don't keep gasoline? With no choice, he went to the kitchen and found the gas was quite plentiful, so he laboriously carried out several gas tanks, placing one in each corner. He couldn't help but regret not shooting slower earlier—he should have made the Black Goat Family leader carry out the gas tanks before killing him. But who told him to be so impatient? Stand at attention when raising your gun, do the job...

By the time he finished arranging the gas tanks, the head charm had also finished clearing the corpses. It was still a fist-sized shriveled head, but now it seemed to have fattened up a bit, looking slightly plump. The pile of corpses had completely disappeared, with even the blood licked clean.

"Good job..."

Wei Wei praised, picking up the head charm. Feeling light and relaxed, he walked towards the club's exit.

"You seem to have offended the Black Goat this time..."

As they approached the door, the head charm suddenly spoke, turning its head stiffly to stare at Wei Wei. "Don't worry needlessly."

Wei Wei said: "With their status, such a high-ranking totem, would they specifically remember a small fry like me?"

The head charm said: "No big shot ever forgets a small fry who once pointed a gun at them..."

Wei Wei also froze for a moment, his face suddenly showing a hint of worry.

"You should prepare your ascension ritual..."

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on the face of the head charm, its voice low and slow, but seeming to trigger some resonance in the air, making its voice full of temptation:

"You refused to stay in the First City Defense Line and were willing to return to this small place, isn't it because it's more loosely controlled here, with weaker surveillance, more suitable for you to prepare the crazy ascension ritual for the Crimson sequence?"

"Ascending to the third state?"

Wei Wei seemed somewhat tempted: "Crimson Instructor?" But he quickly shook his head: "No, no, it's too dangerous. I didn't come back for this..."

The head charm, having just eaten its fill, was talkative: "What danger?"

"Don't you claim to know everything?"

Wei Wei looked at it strangely, saying: "Demon ascension is most likely to hear demonic whispers, lose control and fall..."

"It's madness..."

The head charm said: "Each step of ascension is a step closer to the demon. The demonic power inside becomes stronger and more active, stimulating the brain with demonic power, gaining that mysterious and strange knowledge. You're more likely to hear demonic whispers during ascension, instantly breaking your mind. No one wants to become a madman, so no one dares to ascend casually..."

"But do you know where your advantage lies?" "..."

Looking at the head charm's mysterious and somewhat mocking gaze, Wei Wei couldn't help but glance at it: "What?"

"You're already mad..." The head charm suddenly smiled: "For someone already mad, what is there to fear about madness?" "You..."

Wei Wei was dumbfounded, suddenly turning back to fire his gun.

Bang!

A huge flame rose up, setting off several other flames in succession, instantly engulfing the club in a sea of fire. The tremendous roar caused the alarm lights on surrounding parked cars to flash simultaneously, rows of buildings lit up, followed by blaring sirens. Police cars patrolling in the distance quickly rushed over. Soon, chaotic sounds, firefighters, and crowds instantly turned into a mess.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Wei Wei took advantage of the chaos to hang the head charm on the handlebars, riding back on the electric bike he had casually stolen. He explained seriously: "I'm not mad."

"I just have a slightly stronger sense of justice..." "..."

The head charm in his inner pocket was silent for a while, then suddenly burst into gleeful laughter.

...

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Thirty miles outside Scrap Iron City, at the nomadic cult's camp.

A row of tall trucks with alloy frames was parked by the weed-grown roadside, like a huge long snake. Armed followers slept in their clothes, setting up tents on both sides of the trucks. When the small fire rose in Scrap Iron City, falling outside the city, it was barely brighter than a firefly's light, almost unnoticed by any of the guarding followers.

But at the same time, in the middle truck's trailer, the heavy curtain was suddenly lifted. A figure nimbly appeared on top of the truck's trailer. He wore a pure black priest's robe, but unlike ordinary followers, he had a red cape draped over his shoulders. His build didn't look particularly robust; at least compared to the people of the wilderness, this figure even seemed thin. He wore black-framed glasses on his face, giving him quite a scholarly and elegant air.

But at this moment, his eyes looked towards Scrap Iron City, flashing brightly like stars.

"Bishop, what's happened?"

A low voice inquired from the shadows behind him.

The speaker was a young woman wearing a nun's habit, but compared to ordinary nuns, her clothes were more form-fitting—tailored to accentuate her slender waist and legs. Of course, this wasn't for looks, but for ease of movement. Under that seemingly agile and form-fitting nun's habit, weapons and ammunition capable of killing thirty people were hidden.

"I heard it again..."

The scholarly cult leader stared fixedly towards Scrap Iron City, muttering, "Again..." The nun's heart skipped a beat as she said softly: "Is it that..."

Few people understood why the Seventh Bishop of the Nomadic Church, seen by many as having no future prospects, chose not to follow the Pope but came alone to the outskirts of the Mental Barrier, staying for such a long time. But his personal guard understood that ever since hearing that voice three years ago, the Bishop had never given up pursuing that thing.

Now many believed he was just using this flimsy excuse to avoid the whirlpool of papal succession.

"Yes, Demon Forbidden Object 003: The God's Death Knell!"

The Seventh Bishop's eyes gradually released an unusual brilliance, as if his hands were trembling with excitement.

The nun hesitated, not daring to speak directly, advising softly: "The elders in the church are not certain it's in Scrap Iron City. The Holy Knight Order also sent people to investigate specifically, and in their final report to the church, they said they found no evidence..."

"..." "I've said before." The Seventh Bishop's voice was somewhat cold and hard as he said softly: "All Demon Forbidden Objects have their own will, even intelligence." "Let alone one of the highest-level God's Remnants?" "It's intentionally hiding itself, avoiding detection by anyone. Forget the Holy Knight Order—even if the elders came personally, they couldn't find traces of its existence through listening and pattern detection. The only thing to do is wait, wait patiently."

"In these few years, I've already captured several instances of its whispers..."

"Especially tonight, it was so clear..." "..." "But..." The nun didn't know how to describe it: "If it's intentionally hiding itself, then how..." She didn't dare to say the rest out loud. If it's always hiding itself, then how did you capture it?

The Seventh Bishop let out a light breath. Usually, he was impatient explaining these things, but due to today's excitement, he had a bit more patience, saying: "Although it hides itself, every so often, it periodically releases some will..."

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"It's as if it's constantly calling for something, waiting for something..." "...A person?" "..." The nun was slightly stunned, raising her head: "It called out again today?" "No." The Bishop's expression gradually became solemn, yet also seemed to carry extreme certainty: "Today it was more active, even joyful." "The person it's waiting for may have already arrived..."