Exorcist’s Self-Cultivation

Goliath Viktor had been tormented greatly in recent times.

For a divorced woman, nothing was more important than her appearance.

Yet, her face was disfigured.

Her entire face was sunken into the oil painting, bereft of her nose and chin.

She felt her life had been utterly ruined.

Cosmetic surgeons had said that with her current injuries, it was impossible to restore her previous look, not even a tenth or a twentieth of it.

She suffered greatly.

She placed her hope in ephemeral beliefs, but the church could offer her no help.

When people fall into despair, they often resort to extremes.

It was at that time that she came into contact with people from the Veda Sect.

They expressly stated they could help her, even though the method was utterly bloodstained and evil, she was eager for it.

In the winery.

Since Du Wei’s last visit, the scene here had completely changed.

Weeds had grown wildly within a month, spreading from the lawn to the road, but no one seemed to care.

Those landscape trees, normally well-tended, were now overgrown with a plant similar to ivy, except they exhibited a sickly yellow hue.

The plants wrapped themselves tightly around the trees, as if sucking their blood.

At this time, the sky was ominously overcast, with persistent rain.

Within the winery, five black sedans were parked, and servants dressed in black suits led Bishop Fiona and a host of cultists into the largest house.

…

“Praise Veda…”

After Fiona and the others entered the winery, they saw many familiar faces standing in the first-floor hall.

Three bishops of the Veda Sect, along with a crowd of cultists.

Each person was in good physical shape, but the skin they exposed bore fierce scars.

This was a cult that reveled in pain.

The three bishops nodded slightly to Fiona, “Praise Veda.”

In their midst stood Goliath Viktor, with her face wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.

“Bishop Fiona, how are things outside? Have you found that damned man?”

Goliath Viktor’s tone was somewhat urgent upon seeing Fiona.

According to her deal with the Veda Sect, after killing Du Wei, they would begin restoring her face, even making her more beautiful than before.

Hatred was often devoid of logic.

In this world, Goliath Viktor had become the person who hated Du Wei the most.

Fiona glanced at her and said gloomily, “There’s been a minor complication, the man you hate the most hasn’t returned to New York. In fact, I have yet to discover any trace of him.”

Goliath Viktor, struggling to contain her agitation, said, “You have ways to find him, right? You have abilities beyond ordinary people – find him and kill him.”

Fiona shook her head and said, “It’s not just us who have the ability, that man does too, and he’s not a regular exorcist, he can sabotage our plans, and he may be far more terrifying than any of us.”

The other three bishops nodded, “But he must pay the price, no one can offend the Veda Sect.”

Fiona agreed completely with this point, “But the official side in New York has already started martial law, our exposure is inevitable, and if he doesn’t show up, we might not be able to kill him in the simplest way.”

By this, she meant that besides the evil means of the Veda Sect, they could use advantages in real-life weapons, numbers, and the like.

Killing an Evil Spirit is difficult.

But to kill an Exorcist or a hunter is not so much trouble.

Du Wei was not an Evil Spirit, even though he could confront Evil Spirits, he was still a human in the flesh, and sometimes a small illness or a car accident could end his life.

The people of the Veda Sect might be crazy, but they were not brainless.

However, this advantage now seemed greatly limited by the actions of the New York police, leaving them constrained.

At that moment,

the eldest of the three bishops slowly said, “Let’s proceed with the sacrifice, let’s create a few more Evil Corpses to deal with him.”

Fiona frowned and said, “I have already created an Evil Corpse, but we only have his photograph, and it’s going to take several days for the Evil Corpse to find him, which is far from ideal.”

Evil Corpses have a special ability to hunt, but a mere photo makes it hard to pinpoint the target unless there’s a medium such as hair, nails, or blood.

Otherwise, the Evil Corpse created by the late Bishop Ruth wouldn’t have taken so long to find Du Wei as a target, and that was after he had locked gazes with it through a surveillance video.

Goliath Viktor, who was impatient, said, “What do you mean by only having a photo?”

The elder bishop hesitated for a moment, considering that the Veda Sect wanted to recruit this woman, and then she started to explain.

Quickly, Goliath Viktor had an epiphany.

She said in a strange tone, “So you’re saying, as long as you have his hair, you can kill him, right?”

Everyone froze.

Fiona, frowning deeper, said, “He’s hidden in the shadows now, we can’t possibly get his hair, can we?”

“No… It’s not necessary for him to hide in the dark.”

Goliath Viktor began to laugh ominously, “When he pulled me out of that painting, we made contact, and out of pain, I grabbed a few strands of his hair.”

“And I just happen to know that the Turin Cult has the vicious ability to use someone’s hair to curse them to death.”

“I’ve been carrying those strands of hair with me.”

Fiona looked at Goliath Viktor with an expressionless face and asked, “So you harbored hatred for him from that moment on?”

Goliath Viktor sneered, “He ruined my face, he deserves to die…”

Fiona looked deeply at her and said, “You would make an excellent member of the Veda Sect.”

The elder bishop praised her as well, “Hatred will make you stop at nothing, and it will also make you stronger.”

Goliath Viktor’s laughter grew more and more ghastly as she took out a delicate little box from her clothing, opened it, and inside were a few strands of hair.

She attributed all the wrongs to Du Wei, her rescuer.

Once a person falls into extremism, the distinction between right and wrong, good and evil, becomes confused and twisted.

As time goes by, it will ferment into a ferocious beast of malice, choosing its victims to devour.

The elder bishop took the handful of hair from her hands, with a dangerous tone, said, “We need a sacrifice, we need sufficient Sacrifices, those servants and butlers at the winery can be of use.”

Goliath Viktor was startled at first but then resolutely said, “As you wish, let the revenge begin.”

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