Marvel: Killing Makes You Stronger

[Sponsored] Chapter 67: Ancient Old God

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Although everyone was somewhat surprised, they didn't think too much about it, assuming that someone might have gone up the mountain specifically to clear it.

The unexpected clearing of what was anticipated to be a troublesome snowy road felt like a good omen to the group, which lifted their spirits. Because of its mountainous location, they needed to ascend, passing by a gas station along the way.

This made the group even happier, although the gas station owner seemed a bit eccentric, muttering some eerie words, but it did not dampen their good mood.

After refueling, they embarked on the steering route, encountering a very high cliff cave along the way. The road climbed up to the mountaintop, where the RV parked in front of a cabin in the woods.

"Wuhu~~"

Curt opened the car door, looked at the cabin covered in heavy snow, and couldn't help but shout excitedly.

The rest of the group got out of the car and nodded in satisfaction.

The cabin seemed small, but the surrounding environment was lovely, covered with snow, and they even ventured to a large lake nearby. The winter scenery always brought excitement.

They even happily started a snowball fight.

After playing for a while, they returned to the RV, took out suitcases, toolboxes, and other items, and brought them into the cabin.

Curt looked at the cabin's interior. Although not particularly clean, it had a vintage charm and seemed to be frequently cleaned. Curt's cousin had recommended this secluded cabin, mentioning that people come here to vacation every year.

This was why it didn't appear abandoned.

Curt took the initiative to say, "OK, we need to clear the surrounding snow first, and also the heavy snow on the roof. Holden and I will find a ladder to climb the roof to sweep the snow, and you others go around chopping some trees and collecting firewood to light the fireplace. I don't want us to huddle in the RV when the temperature drops tonight."

Everyone agreed with Curt's task distribution and immediately got to work. With a full set of tools, including telescopic ladders, axes, and saws, the job was quickly done.

It took about twenty minutes in total.

When Curt came down from the roof, the fireplace inside the cabin was already lit with firewood, warming the chilly interior. A kettle was placed on the stove in the living room, ready to make some coffee.

With light snow outside and a burning fireplace and boiling water for coffee inside, the group moved the sofa over, sat around the stove with steaming coffee, removed their down jackets, and continued chatting enthusiastically in sweaters.

However, unbeknownst to Curt and the others.

Just a kilometer away, at a higher spot, a group of people also dressed in down jackets were quietly watching the cabin.

"Let's block the way back, no one is allowed in or out."

"Tonight is the time for the summoning ritual."

The leader, a woman in a down jacket and hat, said softly as she stared at the cabin, with her companions nodding behind her.

"Yes..."

After speaking, they immediately dispersed. The great day was approaching, and they needed to cover all loopholes.

"Don't blame me, children, your sacrifice will forge a greater future, and the world will change because of you."

The woman spoke coldly, her eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation.

She had been looking forward to this day for a long time, thinking of the great ancient god's arrival tonight, granting her immortality and unimaginable power.

But before she could calm her excitement, a sudden voice rang out.

"Good idea, but it seems your expectations might be disappointed."

It was a very young male voice, clear and bright, as if the sun itself made one feel instinctively favorable even without seeing the speaker.

But to her, it exploded like thunder, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, to have a stranger suddenly behind her was utterly unexpected and shocking.

She turned in anger and surprise, but then something even more shocking happened.

She suddenly felt as if her body was not under her control, standing frozen in place, unable to move even a finger despite her efforts.

"You~~" The woman tried to speak.

The mysterious and unfamiliar man spoke again: "Wow, Ancient Old God Sargeras, the Titan Cult, summoning rituals, sacrifices, all so troublesome, isn't there a simpler way? Do we still need to wait until nightfall, using fresh blood and souls to light the summoning magic?"

The man, Bi Xiao, walked up to her, unreservedly invading the memories of the woman beside him with his psychic powers.

This woman, named Sara, was once a scholar of esoteric studies who stumbled upon a very old and hidden book in a library. The mysterious script in the book was unfamiliar to anyone, but Sara recognized it as the Titan script, which she had seen in ancient records.

After years of tirelessly translating all the information in the book, she discovered it contained secrets of an Ancient Old God, a Titan creature both powerful and mysterious, including how to communicate and summon Sargeras.

Torn between her curiosity about ancient legends and so-called old gods, she recited a spell from the book, never expecting it to actually work.

That moment, an ancient, mysterious, and grand voice echoed in her ears.

As a result of the communication, she became a follower. The old god bestowed her with some power, cured her of chronic illnesses, and granted her some knowledge. Using this power and knowledge, she established the Titan Cult, recruited followers, and looked for suitable sacrifices to prepare for the summoning of her master, Sargeras.

She had finally found five suitable sacrifices, built an altar, and completed the preliminary preparations, just waiting for tonight.