Chapter 282 The Villain Lady Arrives 110

Chapter 282 The Villain Lady Arrives 110

Deep in the secret stronghold of the Dark God Cult, the night was like a heavy curtain, shutting out all light. The high priest's eyes flickered coldly under the dim candlelight, and every word he spoke seemed to carry a thousand-pound force, shaking the hearts of every believer around him.

"Our 'Shadow Plan' is not simply about hiding and counterattacking, but about dealing an unprecedented blow to the Church of Light."

The high priest's voice was deep and powerful. He slowly walked to an ancient map in the center of the secret room and gently ran his finger over the locations of every branch of the Church of Light marked on the map. "These will all be our targets."

A believer with a burly figure and a resolute face stepped forward. He was the executive officer of the Shadow Project, named Rick. "High Priest, with our strength, a head-on confrontation is obviously disadvantageous. What exactly is the Shadow Project you mentioned..." His voice was filled with both expectation and confusion.

The high priest turned around, looked at Rick with deep eyes, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Rick, do you know that the most powerful weapon of our Dark God Cult is not the obvious dark magic, but the secret hidden in the shadows - the human magic bomb."

Rick's pupils shrank when he heard this. Although he had heard of this before, he had never thought that such a weapon would be used in actual combat. "Human magic bomb? This..." There was a bit of shock and uneasiness in his words.

"Yes, these are the 'living weapons' that have been completely eroded by the power of darkness but still retain a certain degree of self-awareness and ability to act." The high priest's voice became extremely cold. "We will select the most loyal and potential individuals from among the believers, and through complex rituals and the infusion of dark magic, make them the sharp blades in our hands."

"But doing this... doesn't it go against our beliefs?" a young female believer asked in a trembling voice, her eyes full of fear and confusion about such cruel means.

The high priest glanced at her coldly, his tone devoid of emotion. "Faith? In the face of absolute power, faith is only the comfort of the weak. For the revival of the Dark God Cult and for the ultimate victory, any sacrifice is worth it."

Rick took a deep breath and suppressed the turmoil in his heart. He knew that any hesitation at this moment would only plunge the Dark God Cult into a deeper crisis. "High Priest, I am willing to take on this task and ensure the smooth implementation of the 'Shadow Project'."

The high priest nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave, leaving only Rick. "Rick, remember, this battle is not only a contest of strength and wisdom, but also a test of faith and determination. You must ensure that every 'living weapon' can complete the mission accurately and correctly, and at the same time protect them, at least until the mission is completed."

Rick took the order and left, his heart filled with an unprecedented sense of heaviness and mission. In the following days, he personally supervised the implementation of the entire "Shadow Plan", from the selection of believers, the infusion of dark magic, to the final "activation" process, every step was full of blood and pain.

After a series of inhuman tortures, the bodies of the chosen believers gradually changed. Their skin became pale and transparent, black blood seemed to flow in their veins, and strange light flashed in their eyes. They lost most of their emotions and reason, leaving only endless loyalty to the Dark Cult and persistence in their mission.

"This is our power." Rick stood in an abandoned underground palace, looking at the rows of 'living weapons' standing upright in front of him, feeling both proud and sad. "Church of Light, are you ready?"

With the official launch of the Shadow Plan, the Dark Cult's "living weapons" began to quietly appear in the various branches of the Church of Light. Like ghosts, they shuttled through the night, silently approaching their targets, and then detonated the dark power in their bodies at the most critical moment, causing violent explosions and chaos.

The night was as dark as ink, the moonlight was thin, and it seemed that even the stars were afraid of the coming storm and hid their traces. Outside a branch of the Church of Light, the night became the perfect cover for the Dark God's "Shadow Plan". Rick stood on a rooftop with heavy shadows, holding a special communication stone, and reported to the high priest in a low voice: "High priest, the first wave of attack is ready, and all "living weapons" have infiltrated the target area and are waiting for instructions."

On the other side of the communication stone, the high priest's voice came through the faint magical fluctuations, with unquestionable majesty: "Very good, Rick. Remember, our goal is to destroy the foundation of their faith, not to kill them in vain. Let the Church of Light feel unprecedented fear and despair."

Rick nodded, a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and issued an attack command to all the "living weapons" through a special codeword.

In an instant, the darkness around the branch seemed to come alive, and ghostly figures moved silently in the night. They moved swiftly and made almost no sound, as if they were part of the night itself.

In the hall of the branch church, the lights were on and the believers were praying devoutly, unaware of the impending crisis. Suddenly, a seemingly ordinary believer, with strange lights flashing in his eyes, slowly stood up. His steps were stiff and mechanical, but every step was accurate and walked towards the altar. The surrounding believers were shocked by this sudden action and looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to stop him.

"What is he doing?" a young female cultist asked in a low voice, her voice full of fear.

"I don't know, but it feels wrong." Her companion held her hand tightly, trying to find a sense of security.

At this moment, the 'living weapon' suddenly stopped and opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world, but then a deep dark energy surged out of his body, instantly tearing the air around him, and a suffocating sense of oppression enveloped the entire hall. The believers were terrified, and screams and prayers intertwined in chaos.

"God of Darkness, grant me strength!" The 'living weapon' let out a low roar, and his body began to tremble violently. The black veins under his skin were clearly visible, as if countless tiny snakes were crawling under his skin. With a deafening roar, the dark energy in his body reached its peak, and the entire hall was torn to pieces by an invisible force. Flames and black smoke intertwined, forming a doomsday-like scene.

At the same time, in other corners of the branch, similar scenes were also playing out. Like messengers of the god of death, the "living weapons" silently carried out their mission, destroying the branches of the Church of Light one by one. Their target was not only the buildings, but also the faith and peace in the hearts of the believers.

In another branch, a young male believer, who was once a devout believer of the Church of Light, has now become a member of the "Shadow Project". His heart is full of contradictions and struggles, but the power of dark magic has been deeply rooted in his soul, making him unable to turn back. He stood on the bell tower of the church, looking at the panicked believers below, with a complex emotion in his heart.

"I'm sorry, my former brothers and sisters." He silently said in his heart, then closed his eyes, letting the dark power surge in his body. With a low groan, the dark energy in his body erupted like a volcano, and the bell tower collapsed under the huge impact, smoke and dust rose up, burying the believers below under the ruins.

At the center of this catastrophe, Rick stood on a high ground, observing the battle situation of each branch through his magical vision. There was no expression on his face, but his heart was like a raging sea. What he was doing was a betrayal of faith and a trampling on life. But for the revival of the Dark God Church and for the obsession in his heart, he had to bury this sin deep in his heart.