Chapter 2549 Amelia’s Collection
“I’ll help you,” I said enthusiastically. Deep within the cave, I saw several boxes. Most of them were books and various strangely shaped ritual artifacts.
The air around these boxes was filled with a creepy, bloody aura. The books likely contained countless forbidden and terrifying knowledge, and the ritual artifacts used in the ceremonies included snake-like daggers, drums made of human skin, and cups made from skulls. They exuded a strong evil energy and were even stained with blood.
These were the most important collections of the Death Trinity Church. If they could take these collections out, they could quickly make a comeback by finding a new place to gather believers. It was crucial that these important items not be gathered together to break out, as that would easily lead to them being caught red-handed if noticed. Therefore, they would surely choose to scatter them into many parts and have people break out separately. Any portion that could be sent out would be considered a success.
However, this inevitably meant that some people carrying collections would fail to break out, leaving the church’s collections behind in the city. I had originally intended to find several survivors gathered together, as they would surely have people carrying these collections. To my surprise, I found them in the first batch.
My goal was the collection of arcane books from the Murder Church. These contained the secret manuals of advanced divine spells of the Murder Church, as Giselle had mentioned. Judging by the depth of the dark aura, they were definitely advanced enough. I just didn’t know if they contained the secret manuals Giselle needed.
“Hurry up and move them, then clear away all traces here so no one can track our movements,” I said, waving my hand. Dozens of invisible insect legs lifted the boxes and tossed them into the vortex.
The other members of the Murder Church began to clean up the traces and clues. The Murder Church truly lived up to its reputation as experts in cleaning up traces; soon, all evidence of their presence in the cave was completely erased.
The aura and markers used to guide their colleagues to find them were removed, and all signs of habitation were meticulously handled. They even used the flesh and blood of magical beasts along with some underground plants and fungi to decorate the area, making it appear as a monster’s lair.
I saw them take away a lot of magical beast meat while they were packing up. It seemed they had also hunted two or three large magical beasts while hiding here, preparing to use them as provisions.
There was also a simple map showing the directions of the surrounding caves, indicating they had already begun exploring the layout of the nearby caves. If not for the extreme danger posed by the surrounding magical beasts, they would have eventually found an underground passage to escape the Cando City area.
Without my help, who knew if their final outcome would be successful escape and ascension, discovery by the True God Church, or annihilation by magical beasts midway?
It was hard to say; anything seemed possible. But since I had arrived, their fate had been changed. After they had finished packing everything and all entered the deep blue vortex, I followed them in.
After I, the caster, entered, the deep blue vortex quickly disappeared. This place returned to being an ordinary cave. Even if someone came to investigate, it would be difficult to tell that people had lived here before.
Crossing the barrier between reality and illusion, the surrounding atmosphere became dreamlike. When I opened my eyes, the surroundings had transformed into a Gothic-style hospital. Even though it was brightly lit, it couldn’t change the overall gloomy atmosphere.
This hospital was the refuge Samantha had promised me for the members of the Death Trinity Church. Although it belonged to Amelia’s Clinic, it was completely separated from the main theme.
This separation was not physical but akin to one person creating two different dreams. Even if a Cleric from the True God Church was inside Amelia’s Clinic for treatment, they wouldn’t be able to sense the Death God followers who were in another dream.
“Is this the refuge you prepared for us? To be honest, I quite like this environment. Sister, you have excellent taste,” one of the Murder Church killers said to me with a sinister smile.
Although it looked terrifying, his words were sincere. I estimated that the members of the Death Trinity Church would enjoy this oppressive and gloomy environment, especially since a dissected corpse was placed on a hospital bed just inside the entrance.
It was a highly mutated corpse. Its entire skin had turned into keratin. Its face was gone, leaving only a long neck topped with a huge, glass-like eye. Its limbs had all become like those of a mollusk.
Furthermore, this monster-like creature had its abdomen opened. The corpse was pierced with various surgical instruments, from hemostats to syringes. Blood had stained the white bedsheets red.
It could only be said that this scene was very much to the taste of the Murder Church believers. A killer turned a scalpel and asked, “Sister, did you do this?”
I had to brace myself and say, “Yes, one day after killing it, I wanted to see its internal organs, so I dissected it.”
In reality, this magic person was killed by Older Brother Jayad when he was attacked during a hunt outside the city. Not understanding what it was, I sent it to Amelia. Unexpectedly, after Amelia dissected it, she discarded it in a forgotten corner of the dream world, and now it had appeared in the hospital separated by Samantha.
Not only that, but the jars and bottles nearby were also filled with various organs: three hearts connected as a group, black hands mutated into claws, and even a human head pickled in formaldehyde with horns growing on its forehead. These were all specimens prepared by Amelia after her research.
“Amazing, Sister. Are all of these your collections?” several killers said admiringly. They too had carried out many murders and enjoyed collecting the corpses of special targets as spoils of war.
But they never expected someone to fill several medical cabinets and collect exclusively high-quality mutated organs, displaying them with such terrifying aesthetics. They could truly be called role models.
“Yes, just a small hobby. Please excuse my lack of refinement,” I said, continuing to make excuses. I had no choice but to accept it because I didn’t want to cause any trouble for Amelia. Therefore, I didn’t intend to let these dangerous individuals have any association with her.
“I remember that starting about a year ago, a church member was creating slaughter all over Cando City, taking the organs of the deceased to perform murder rituals. It wasn’t you, was it?” one of the killers asked curiously.
“No, that wasn’t me,” I flatly denied. I absolutely did not want to admit to anything like that; it was too dark.
At this time, a Death Lurker chuckled, “It certainly wasn’t. Look at these collections; they are all mutants or otherworldly beings, none of them normal people. This sister clearly only targets high-quality prey and disdains killing the weak and innocent.”
“Oh, right. I misunderstood. My apologies, Sister. Your path of slaughter makes us feel inferior,” the killer who had just spoken apologized to me.
