Chapter 177: Homeland of the God of Death

Silas raised his hand and closed Bieber's lifeless eyes. Untying him from the chair, he found his body already cold and stiff.

After a simple examination, it was determined that Bieber had been dead for at least three days.

Placing the child neatly on the ground, Silas released his spiritual energy to sense Bieber's soul.

However, he found that his soul had long since disappeared.

It had not been redeemed, nor had it turned into a malevolent ghost, but it was truly gone.

"Is it because of that magic circle outside?" Silas turned, wrapped Bieber's body in a bedsheet, and walked out.

The night continued, and a somewhat cold night wind blew. Pete gradually regained consciousness.

"Where am I?" Pete looked around blankly, then found himself firmly tied to a tree trunk.

"The man in black!" Pete suddenly remembered, his eyes regaining focus as he looked around.

"You're awake?" A cold voice came, instantly making Pete's heart jump.

This voice was chillingly cold, and the words spoken emanated a coldness like falling ice shards.

Stiffly turning his head, Pete saw the man in black currently staring at him, his pair of eyes burning with blue ghost fire, filled with oppressive majesty and coldness.

"Who… who are you? Do you know whose territory this is?" Although Pete was terrified, his mouth was very firm as he threatened.

Silas strolled over and said calmly, "This is the land of Guinness, not anyone's territory, Mr. Litt."

"You know me!?" Pete's heart jumped upon hearing this.

Silas removed his mask, grinned, revealing a somewhat horrifying smile, and asked, "Still remember me?"

Pete stared at Silas, first falling into thought, then his face gradually turned pale. He gritted his teeth. "Silas Sotos! Who on earth are you!"

Silas didn't answer, raised his staff, and under Pete's gaze, it gradually transformed into a sharp longsword.

"This is… a mystical armament?" Seeing the transforming staff, a trace of fervor flashed in Pete's heart.

He had joined the Death Cult for more than ten years and still didn't possess a single mystical armament.

"I heard from John that you were already dead. I didn't expect you to actually survive," Pete said in a low voice.

Silas smiled even wider. "If I hadn't survived, who do you think told the police station, leading to the major crackdown on you afterward?"

Hearing this, Pete's spirit was jolted. Then, his eyes filled with venomous resentment, staring at Silas, he roared, "I curse you! The God of Death will cast your soul into the Barren Evil Abyss, making you suffer endless pain forever, never to be liberated!"

Silas raised an eyebrow. "How come I don't know I also have a territory called the Barren Evil Abyss?"

"What did you say!?" Pete didn't quite understand.

Silas didn't continue to explain and said with a smile, "Alright, the idle reminiscing ends here. Let's begin our wonderful conversation!"

While speaking, the longsword in Silas's hand split open, transforming into a ferocious chain sword. The ferocious blades rubbed against each other, emitting a piercing scraping sound.

Seeing such a ferocious weapon, cold sweat instantly beaded on Pete's forehead. He asked nervously, "You… you… what do you want to do? I… tell you! This is the homeland of the God of Death. If you kill us, you will definitely suffer the endless wrath of the God of Death!"

"Homeland of the God of Death?" Silas's heart stirred, and he secretly memorized this phrase.

Here, Silas slowly placed the chain sword on his neck, saying as he did so, "Don't move recklessly! Otherwise, this sharp blade will easily cut your carotid artery."

Pete's chin trembled continuously. He asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want to know! I'll tell you everything! Don't be impulsive!"

At this moment, he had already figured it out. Silas had left him alive, definitely to obtain some information.

Hearing this, Silas casually put away the chain sword and said with a smile, "Now that's a good boy!"

"What are you planning to summon here?" Silas asked directly.

Pete, on this side, breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "We are refining something that can make soldiers immortal…"

Before he could finish, Silas grabbed his chin with one hand and said coldly, "My patience is limited. You only have one chance, so you'd better think carefully before you speak."

Saying this, Silas moved aside, pointed at the old man who was also tied up on the ground not far away but still unconscious, and said, "After I'm done with you, I'll go ask that person. If what you two say is even slightly different, I will let you witness an existence more terrifying than death."

Patting his cheek, Silas said with a serious expression, "Please believe me, I am a person who values integrity very much."

Gulp!

Pete swallowed hard, falling into a deep struggle.

Clang, clang, clang… Just then, that piercing sound of blades colliding came again.

"Do you know? It's very interesting when these blades, like countless centipede legs, cut into a person's body. And the most interesting part is when I cut open your stomach, put it together with your intestines, and then sew your stomach up."

Saying this, Silas gave a horrifying smile. "Afterward, I will take you for a pleasant one-kilometer jog, and I might also consider doing a few dozen sit-ups. After all, physical health is the most important thing."

Hearing this, Pete felt like he was about to collapse. His legs trembled continuously, and urine trickled down from the base of his thighs.

"You have five seconds left," Silas said, holding the chain sword, a sharp dagger sprung from his left hand.

"Don't! Don't! I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" Pete hurriedly shouted.

Silas casually sat on a rock and gestured for him to answer the previous question.

Pete said in a hoarse voice, "We are summoning the aura of the God of Death here."

"Be more specific."

"According to the secret tome held by our cult leader, the Book of the Dead records that Guinness is the homeland of the God of Death. This place is filled with the aura of the God of Death. Collecting these auras can allow us to obtain more knowledge," Pete said honestly.

Silas nodded slightly and suddenly asked, "What about the other members of your cult?"

"The siege in Bayne City caused us heavy losses. Afterward, we broke up into smaller groups and wandered in Guinness and the northeastern province of Bellandt, gathering believers while accumulating strength. Later, when internal strife broke out here, I followed the cult leader here and was assigned to summon the aura. The cult leader took the others to the capital city."

"Did your summoning succeed?"

Pete shook his head bitterly. "No, the cult leader said the amount of sacrifice was still not enough, and more sacrifices were needed."

"Are you sure your cult leader isn't deceiving you?"

"Of course not! I've already sensed it to some extent because, during the recent summoning process, some people felt a strange aura and went mad directly. That is the manifestation of the God of Death's aura. We are only one step away from success!" Speaking of this, Pete's face was full of determination.

Silas didn't discuss it further. "Who is the Duke cooperating with you?"

"Duke of the Mountains, who is also the current leader of the anti-imperial faction," Pete said directly.

"How much do you know about werewolves?" Silas continued to ask.

Pete shook his head. "I don't know much, only that it's something created by people from the Jizhou Research Institute. They seem to want to implant werewolves."

"Implant?" Silas raised an eyebrow.

Pete nodded. "Like planting seeds. I don't quite understand it either."

Hearing this, Silas fell into deep contemplation.

The Jizhou Research Institute was also involved. The situation here was much more complicated than he had imagined.

"I've told you everything I know. Please, let me go!" Pete pleaded.

Silas came back to his senses and grinned. "Don't be hasty. I still have many other questions. We have plenty of time…"