Chapter 1507 - 451: [Dislike Waste]_2

Chapter 1507: Chapter 451: [Dislike Waste]_2

This room full of gold, if someone were to suddenly walk in, would inevitably have their vision clouded by such an immense fortune.

However, as this person stepped inside, they didn’t pause for even a moment, and not even their gaze veered off course, passing swiftly through the piles of gold.

This secret chamber is certainly no ordinary treasure room; it is the second murder trap!

The abundant gold here, each piece is genuine, but none can be touched!

If an outsider were to enter, blinded by the lure of wealth, picking up even a single piece!

Then, with the change in weight of the gold pile, glass vessels hidden in the ceiling of the chamber would shatter! A large store of oil hidden within would come pouring down! The flames on the wall sconces in the chamber would ignite the oil, turning this treasure room into a grave for all intruders!

At the end of the treasure room, a circle of patterns appears on the stone wall.

The person reaches out to touch the wall, gently rotating the relief patterns to a special angle, the wall splits apart again, revealing a new path.

With the path unveiled, another secret passage leads downward.

After descending another ten meters, the sound of water trickling and a distinctly damp smell permeated the air.

A man-made underground pool sprawled across the road ahead.

The person took a deep breath, and after muttering an incantation, a silver light quickly enveloped their body, infusing their skin, turning its original color gradually to silver, resembling a metallic sheen.

The color spread from the exposed skin all the way to their clothes, covering the entire body in an instant.

At this point, the individual took another deep breath and stepped into the pool.

The pool grew deeper as they walked, initially just reaching their knees; after advancing a dozen meters, the water rose to their chest, forcing them to lift their right hand candle away from the water.

Although slightly murky, if one looked carefully, a myriad of black shadows were faintly visible underwater, shuttling back and forth.

Yet these underwater shadows seemed to fear the person; they only dared to swim around them at a distance, not daring to approach.

After a few minutes of walking, they reached the end of the pool, where stone steps led upwards; as they ascended the steps, orange flames erupted on their body, drying their soaked clothes instantly.

They then gently patted the end of the stone wall, which flipped open, releasing a pungent stench.

Inside the secret chamber, one could see a row of iron cages, with individuals shackled by chains within!

The cages were just a little over a meter tall, the interior narrow, forcing each captive within to crouch, bent over with their body leaning sideways.

The scent here was filthy, a stench overpowering; in a dark room of roughly two hundred square meters, a circle of iron cages lay stacked around, housing at least fifty or sixty people.

The prisoners varied—men and women, young and old, some with white hair, others small and frail children.

If one looked closely, every imprisoned individual was already in a state of bewilderment, half-conscious.

Each person’s body—on the arm or elsewhere—had needles and thin, transparent tubes inserted.

With blood flowing through, those tubes were extracting the blood from each prisoner’s body, albeit at an extremely slow pace.

Beside each row of cages stood a large vat where countless blood tubes converged, gathering blood into the vat.

Also, aside from the prisoners, there were others in the room!

In the corner, on a straw mat, sat three figures, all women. Upon the individual’s entrance, they rose in unison.

Desensitized by long exposure to this sunless place, their skin had an overly sickly pallor, but their eyes shone with devotion and fanaticism. Rising, they bowed at the person’s feet.

"The True God above, the Sacrificial Priest has returned!"

The Sacrificial Priest glanced down at the three women, casually snuffing out the candle flame with a shake, gently asking, "Is the collection complete?"

"Almost concluded; the gathered Blood Slaves are all here. Each is a devout believer, fed the Holy Medicine before the blood extraction." One woman knelt among the three, raising her head.

Draped in a hemp robe, appearing oldest, her voice somewhat raspy.

"Well done." The Sacrificial Priest nodded, extending a hand to gently touch this woman’s head, "The True God remembers your efforts."

Touched by the priest’s hand, the woman seemed to shudder with ecstasy, trembling with excitement, her cheeks quivering, eyes blazing with fervor: "To serve the True God!"

"Once the blood collection finishes, deliver this batch of Blood Slaves to the Holy River outside, as an offering to the True God’s pet; a flesh sacrifice is their final fate."

"...Yes!" The three women lowered their heads in unison.

The Sacrificial Priest nodded, walked to the end of this room, and opened a door.

Beyond the door lay a place resembling an underground palace, vast like a gymnasium!

Paths branched off toward various stone doors.