Chapter 251 04.0250: "Death Worship of Different Beliefs"

The killers swarmed forward like a pack of wolves hunting.

Horatio held a huge sword in his hand, his face solemn.

It is very difficult for mortals to wield such a massive chainsword.

But there is still a way out.

The great swordsmanship that Horatio had practiced so hard, the 'windmill', came in handy at this time.

He brandished the Holy Blood Chainsword, swinging it smoothly at the swarming killers.

As a sword technique for breaking through enemy formations that has been passed down from the era of stabbing and shooting, the original purpose of the design of the great sword technique was to carve a bloody path out of the dense enemy formation when one was surrounded.

Buzz! He slashed forward with his footsteps, forced back the killer who was charging at him, then turned around and stabbed the killer's abdomen with his sword, which was only half a meter away from his body.

Such a close distance did not allow the opponent to react at all. The high-speed rotating saber teeth dug directly into the body, hooking out gushing blood, flesh and internal organs.

Then he tilted his sword, pierced the corpse's hips, swung the sword out, and swept it sideways again.

puff! !
A complete 45-degree incision was instantly cut across the waist and abdomen of the corpse, separating the upper and lower body.

Boom! The corpse without the upper body knelt on the ground, blood soaked the red carpet, and every subsequent step on it splashed blood.

But the other killers were approaching, and the light around them was too dim. The light from his thumb alone was not enough for him to see his surroundings.

Horatio could even feel an ominous chill emanating from his own waist.

Wow!

There was a sound of glass breaking in the prop room backstage at the theater.

Then came the sound of light footsteps.

[Enemy reinforcements? Or a troupe of clowns?] Horatio couldn't think of any other possible comers besides these two.

When he looked carefully in the dim light, he saw that the person coming was a woman wearing a gray veil, a high-necked fur coat, and skeleton shoulder armor, followed by two people.

It was the woman named Hadinis.

[She is the enemy?]
But soon, the other party proved with practical actions that Horatio was worrying too much.

Hadinis rushed up with her two servants. The two sharp, triangular, wide-bladed daggers on her waist were extremely flexible in her hands.

She stabbed the assassin who attacked Horatio from behind through the collarbone, and then stabbed another man in the face with her backhand.

The moves are skillful and extremely fierce.

It is quite similar to the close combat skills of these killers, but more sophisticated and superb.

When the other killers saw the woman's ruthless attack, they became visibly frightened and began to slowly retreat, their fighting spirit declining.

But the more afraid you are, the slower your movements will be, and in close combat, slowness will only result in death.

puff!

Hadinis leaped forward, and without any night vision equipment, she accurately cut the killers' throats at a speed that they could not react to. Then she fell down and crouched on the ground in her high heels, with the bloody dagger blade crossed in front of her chest, and blood slowly dripped down the blade to the ground.

The last killer tried to escape, but ran into Louise who came to support him from the hall.

"Get out of the way!" He stabbed her waist with a sharp knife.

Louise kicked the killer in the jaw with a whip kick.

boom!
The killer's entire body flew up in an instant and hit the wall heavily. His head even pierced into the wall, which was mainly made of sound-absorbing material, due to the recoil. Soon, black blood gushed out from the hole in the wall.

Snapped!
The crystal chandelier on the ceiling flickered for a moment, but soon went out again.

Snapped!
When it came on for the second time, the light flickered a few times and finally maintained a steady brightness.

Looking at the mess at the scene, Horatio was certain that these people were accomplices of the killers he encountered in the mansion of the president of the Corpse Guild.

Hadinis walked to a corpse, fumbled to take out a letter from his arms, and threw the cowhide envelope to Horatio like a flying poker. Horatio caught it in mid-air, opened the letter, and a vulture silver coin rolled down the cut edge and fell into his hand.

"This is the fourth silver coin we agreed to give you, Mr. Cochrane." Hadinis said with a smile.

The servant took the bloody blade from her hand, took out bottles and jars, brushes and wet wipes, and began to clean and wipe it.

There was only a coordinate written on the white paper in the letter, and nothing else.

"Thank you, Miss Hadinis. But you really opened my eyes today. I think your skills are not what a daughter of the Corpse Guild should have. And after these people saw your moves, they seemed to be very afraid of you. Who are they, and who are you?"

"The most famous killer organization in this hive city, what can you think of?" Hadinis smiled lightly without caring.

"..." Horatio's eyes rolled around, as if he had realized something, and he slowly said, "Death Worship."

As a time traveler, he knew that the Death Worship Cult was a folk esoteric cult derived from the worship of the God-Emperor and was widely present in the empire.

They can be found almost everywhere there are people.

He believes that "death and blood are the cornerstones that support the survival of mankind. Only by constantly offering sacrifices can mankind overcome this dark and cruel universe, and the broken body of the God Emperor is the unquestionable proof of this truth."

And every death, every wound, every drop of blood is a tribute to the Immortal Emperor.

Under the influence of this belief, it is not surprising that the Death Cult was able to flourish within the empire, where the atmosphere of asceticism and self-abuse was strong.

In the eyes of some Purist Inquisitors, members of the Death Cult have gone astray, either being corrupted by the scarlet power of destruction or seduced by a more ancient and terrifying existence.

But many clergy of the Church of England believe that most members of the Death Cult are actually devout followers of the Golden Throne.

Therefore, on this basis, in order to better distinguish and utilize them, the state religion further divided death worship cults into four categories in the book "How to Identify Heresy" - necromancy cults, resurrection cults, blood cults and state religion cults.

The first two are extremely dangerous, pure heretics, and unforgivable enemies of the Empire.

Driven by pure insane killing, the necromancer sects that advocate human sacrifice and cannibalism are the thorns in the eyes of the Inquisitors and Judges of the Ministry of Justice. They are the most heretical and terrifying existences. Once discovered, they will be met with a ruthless iron fist and crushed to pieces.

These people are even so insane that they are regarded as enemies by most other Death Worshipers. They are pure killing machines, substantive believers of the Scarlet Power, and are so twisted and alienated that they are even expelled from the Death Worshipers by their own followers.

The cunning Resurrection Sect is a thorn in the flesh of the State Religion and the Mechanicus. They are good at distorting doctrines and have attracted countless converts by spreading extremely uncontrollable yet convincing heresies. They are the main targets of the State Religion and the Mechanicus. Whether in missionary work or military force, the Resurrection Sect is a difficult opponent.

As for the latter two, even the methods of distinguishing them are very vague, and the two groups are often even regarded as one, without any special distinction.

As the most famous and common branch of the Death Cult, the Blood Cult focuses on the act of bloodshed itself - the art of killing and the moment of death. Although the members of this sect often show heresy and bloodthirsty quirks, the imperial authorities always deliberately turn a blind eye to this.

Because this tolerance is based on well-known facts:
The members of the Death Cult who are loyal to the God-Emperor have a deep hatred for the enemies of humanity, and they provide an invaluable force to the Ecclesiarchy and the Inquisition: fanatical, loyal and skilled assassins. Furthermore, some Death Cults have close ties with the Assassin's Court, which is directly under the Supreme Lord.

Those classified as Ecclesiarchs are completely devoted to the Imperial Creed, offering the bodies of their enemies as sacrifices to the Emperor in exchange for humanity's eternal debt to him for his sacrifice.

They spend their short, violent lives mastering the art of the blade, obsessed with the sacred task of slaying unholy foes.

Because they easily arouse sympathy and are too useful, the state religion even deliberately promotes their actions as being solely out of their ignorant and devout belief in the Emperor, whitewashing them into "a group of pitiful lost lambs who need to be saved."

In the eyes of the Ecclesiarchs, the Death Cult assassins are so fearless and loyal that those Ecclesiarchs eager to utilize their unique talents ignore the details of their sect's differences from Imperial doctrine.

They viewed these knife-wielding fanatics much the same way they viewed the Adeptus Astartes – their actions were slightly off-base, but their zeal was commendable.

Thinking of this, Horatio frowned: "Could it be that you..."

As the heiress of the Corpse Guild, she had no connection to the Death Cult, which he did not believe.

"Just as you thought, Mr. Cochrane." The woman smiled and approached him:
“Many of these killers are from the Death Worship Cult, the Necromancer sect.

But I am not only the future president of the Corpse Guild, but a few years ago, I had already ascended to the top of the Blood Sect of the Death Worship Cult using the killing methods you have seen.

In these countless days and nights, I have been on the road of seeking revenge, using the heads of the enemies of the Emperor to keep the fire of revenge in my heart burning."

"I hope you can really maintain your loyalty to the Empire and the God-Emperor as you said." Horatio said with a stern face and a cold, almost threatening tone.

"I'll do whatever you want me to do." The woman smiled charmingly, bowing to Horatio.
"After all, we are cooperating with each other for the greater good, aren't we?"

(End of this chapter)