Chapter 1510 - 492: Isn’t My Little Western Paradise More Imposing Than Mount Ling? [Ghost Image Warning: Proceed with Caution]

Chapter 1510: Chapter 492: Isn’t My Little Western Paradise More Imposing Than Mount Ling? [Ghost Image Warning: Proceed with Caution]

They hadn’t even reached the foot of the mountain yet, when they saw a heavy scene.

A group of people in gray robes were surrounding a half-dead woman hanging from a rope, chanting loudly what seemed to be sacrificial verses.

"serpens serpens babyionis veni veni veni, innocte inflamma insanguine."

Brother Ni and the others didn’t want to get involved, because the woman’s arms had been cut off, and her blood was almost dry—she was as good as dead.

Yet they were still curious about what these people were muttering. It wasn’t any common English or Spanish, and the translation software had no response.

"It’s Latin."

New Dynasty Elegance directly translated what they said.

"Serpent, serpent of Babylon, come, come, come—amidst the night, amidst the fire, amidst the blood."

"These are the sacrificial words of serpent worship; they’re offering to the Babylonian dragon using this method. I always thought they were active only in Florida, but I didn’t expect them here too."

It’s worthy of being called the Lion Ridge, a place with a reputation well-known to Li De even before he came, Atlanta.

These Southern States all have their own specialties; even the serpent worshipers can be found here. You could say they breed venomous creatures here, and who knows what future king of the venomous could come from this place.

This made New Dynasty Elegance more curious about what could draw all these cults here. In the past, these guys couldn’t even live on the same island, let alone the same state, without fighting first. There are many century-old blood feuds among them, deadly ones.

After finishing their dance and chant, the serpent worshipers pulled a snake out of a box, showcasing their skill of "without a proper lair, the serpent cannot rest."

Perhaps due to extreme pain, the woman began using every ounce of strength to struggle, though hanging from a rope, she looked like a fish about to die.

The worshipers surrounded her, bowing down as if the offering before them was something terrifying.

Soon, the woman expired completely, unmoving.

The scene made hairs stand on end, bodies cold; they didn’t want to linger and continued toward the foot of the mountain.

They noticed that the cultists here liked to cover their faces with long hooded robes, and many wore masks, which was convenient for them. They could easily borrow some cultists’ attire matching the data, avoiding exposure due to looks.

This artificial mountain resembled Stone Ridge Mountain hollowed out by players. All buildings were hidden inside; only forests covered the surface, with nothing else. Even the pathway entrance at the foot of the mountain was hidden in a cave, guarded by lookout posts.

But with Li De’s tampered data, they passed through unhindered, even the motion detection at the gate didn’t pick up abnormalities; Li De was fully prepared.

[Verification passed]

The massive metal gate, disguised as a rock wall, opened with a cold breeze rushing out, chilling hands and feet.

The four didn’t hesitate, plunging inside, leaving Jackal outside for hacker support.

Li De initially considered leaving a combat member outside for unexpected events and easier support.

But knowing the temperament of this group, he thought the one left behind might end up being him and dismissed the idea.

The corridors within the mountain were constructed with concrete—hard, coarse, cold—and the temperature extremely low. The augmented reality interface indicated 0-1°C, typical of a refrigerator’s fresh-keeping compartment.

While for highly modified players, this temperature isn’t significant, normal people wouldn’t live in such conditions; there must be reasons.

"What’s this?"

Ruzuo lifted his foot, puzzled at a wide black line painted on the floor, stretching to the end of the corridor, disappearing around the bend.

"The corridor’s not a roadway—why paint lines for lanes here?"

Brother Ni continued forward, not looking back, saying

"Who knows what weird hobbies or markings these cultists have."

New Dynasty Elegance didn’t comment, just a black line, didn’t reveal anything.

The group wrapped themselves tightly in robes, proceeding inside, encountering many along the way. If they were cultists and saw the other’s attire differ from theirs, they turned away like seeing a plague, silent, afraid to even brush up against them.

Perhaps it wasn’t ritual time yet, Brother Ni hadn’t seen anyone in matching attire, though they saw many religious-related murals and paintings on the walls.

At various corridor turns, triangular metal frames were nailed to the walls. Kles thought they were mechanical devices, flicked them with a finger but found they were merely iron rings, without mechanisms.

"What does this mean?"

Ruzuo jumped in to say.

"Hey, I know this—The Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit; triangles in Christianity represent this mostly."

"Yes, he’s right."

New Dynasty Elegance agreed in the channel with Ruzuo, then turned to say.

"Though in the future, it’ll be square-shaped because there’s now Brother Sheng Hong Tianwang; it’ll become the Quadruple. I’m here to join that family."