Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 698 - 675 Mercer feels very uncomfortable

Chapter 698: 675, Mercer feels very uncomfortable Chapter 698: 675, Mercer feels very uncomfortable Alfaria’s voice fell.

Someone responded, “The last message from Mercer was yesterday; they’ve already reached the Voodoo Cult, but there seems to be some sort of change happening throughout the entire territory of the Voodoo Cult.”

Dissatisfied, Alfaria asked, “A change? What kind of change could delay them for so long?”

The information recorded on the four Steles differed from one another.

In that era, only he could decipher them.

After all, it was a mission assigned by His Excellency the Duke, the once actual Controller of the Vanity Sect, which was Alfaria’s master.

As an executor, Alfaria was fortunate to obtain part of the secrets.

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That also led to betrayal.

He had been to the Wittebach family and seen the Stele there.

Together with the Stele of the Vanity Sect itself, he knew the information of two Steles. As long as he could gather three, he would be able to deduce most of the secrets.

The complete ritual could then be carried out.

At that time, the Vanity Sect would be him, and the rest would become parts of his whole.

He would become the Demon God.

It wasn’t that Alfaria didn’t want to find the last piece; his people had searched the Public Sea for a long time without any results and had no choice but to give up.

In fact, Du Wei had always had that Stele in his possession.

At this moment.

Another person frowned and said, “Lord Alfaria, the anomaly in the Voodoo Cult is indeed quite tricky. Mercer says it has become a dreamy place that exists in reality yet doesn’t at the same time.”

“It’s almost like a dream. They are blocked at the entrance, trying to find a way in.”

Hearing this.

Alfaria asked with an icy voice, “A way in? So have they found one?”

“Not yet…”

“Useless, tell Mercer they have three days. In three days, I want to see that Stele. Otherwise, let them stay in West Gana.”

“Yes…”

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West Gana.

It was still daytime here.

Mercer, Gascogne, Brand, and Ferran had already spent two or three days in this westernmost city.

Right ahead was the continuous headquarters of the Voodoo Cult.

The headquarters of the Voodoo Cult was a massive structure made up of thousands of buildings that formed a whole, seen from above as a circular shape, with the temple at the very center.

However.

The headquarters of the Voodoo Cult now looked incredibly eerie.

Mercer wiped the sweat from his forehead; the buildings of the Voodoo Cult in his view were somewhat blurry and distorted, resembling a mirage. No matter how far he walked according to the directions, he couldn’t enter it.

In fact, that was exactly the case.

Ever since they arrived at the Voodoo Cult, all four of them had been trying to enter, but no matter which way they went, they could only stand on the street across from the Voodoo Cult, never getting any closer.

“Alfaria is growing impatient; we need to speed up the process,” Ferran reminded coldly from the side. He was the former Pope of the church, the executor of the church’s undercover plan, and the mole hiding within the Vanity Sect.

However, nobody knew his identity.

Because the mask on his face could not be removed, wearing the mask meant giving up on oneself; who would suspect him then?

Mercer clenched his teeth and said, “Brand, are you sure your method will work?”

Standing nearby, the thin Brand spoke with displeasure, “Mercer, are you questioning me?”

Ever since some time ago, when he bid farewell to His Excellency the Duke and brought Gascogne back from New York, Brand had been in a foul mood, for it meant that the next time they saw His Excellency the Duke, they would be deadly enemies.

Sometimes, Brand would think, if he hadn’t joined the Vanity Sect, he wouldn’t have ended up where he was now.

He would still be the pride of the Dowqui family, he would have a son named Andrew Dowqui, and a great-grandson, Alvin Dowqui.

His life was supposed to be beautiful.

It goes without saying where Mercer stood within the Vanity Sect.

The moment Brand opened his mouth, Mercer backed down, “I’m sorry, it was my mistake, Brand. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

Brand hummed in displeasure.

On one side, Gascogne said with a sinister tone, “Brand’s method has a high probability of success, but if we all use his method to go in, and something uncontrollable happens, we might all fall into a trap.”

Brand frowned and said, “I don’t think that will be the case. The Voodoo Cult has now become a dream that exists in reality. As long as we all enter the dream and connect with the Voodoo Cult, anyone who can get in should be able to get out.”

He didn’t know yet that this Gascogne was a counterfeit produced by the Golden Scales.

Gascogne himself didn’t know he was a fake, and thus habitually disagreed with Brand.

He said, “I admit your method is feasible, but we need someone to stay outside to prevent all trouble. Otherwise, who would go and explain to Alfaria?”

Brand and Gascogne had not seen eye to eye for one or two hundred years already, and naturally, he would not find it strange. Instead, he asked indifferently, “What do you suggest?”

Gascogne glanced at Ferran.

Ferran understood.

He knew that Gascogne wanted to vie for a say among the four of them, so that he could claim more credit after securing the Stele.

After all, Gascogne’s previous attempt to kill Du Wei had been humiliating, being brought back in defeat.

Gascogne needed to prove his capability.

After all, apart from Alfaria, the other twelve members of the Vanity Church were not irreplaceable.

During his decades of infiltration within the Vanity Church, Ferran had kept a relationship with others that was neither close nor distant, always maintaining an ambiguous distance.

Keeping a low profile was his style.

Thus, Ferran said, “Gascogne, let’s hear your thoughts. If they make sense, I can support you.”

Gascogne nodded and then began, “It’s simple. None of us know the current situation within the Voodoo Cult, but our previous interactions suggest there’s a very terrifying Demon Flower within.”

“If all four of us go in, and we trigger that entity, it would be difficult to extricate ourselves. It would be better to send one person in to scout, while the others stay outside for support.”

“Given the connection between us, even if the person who goes in gets trapped, we can pull him out.”

Upon hearing this, Ferran immediately agreed, “I’m in favor.”

Brand also nodded in agreement, thinking that this plan was not bad.

Only Mercer, with an embarrassed face, asked, “But who is the most suitable to go inside?”

Gascogne narrowed his eyes and asked with a peculiar tone, “What do you think?”

Mercer felt a profound sense of humiliation.

He clenched his fists, his teeth grinding audibly, yet he could not refuse, “I understand.”

At that moment, he was filled with regret.

Why hadn’t he brought the newest and thirteenth member along?

If that weakest newcomer were here, Mercer wouldn’t be pressured into entering the Voodoo Cult alone.