Novelas y relatos de Cultist Synonym

Eldin snorted, eyeing Din's corpse. "You are insulting the good name of Haki Exalts!" Horatio bellowed, his eyes red. "All Haki Exalts are revered throughout the world, and individuals who pursue knowledge and are kind to all life! But you are a savage who can't be reasoned with and kill as you like, how are you any different from the cultists?!" "Oh, but I am unreasonable. And what are you going to do about it?" Eldin turned and retorted nonchalantly before pointing his fan at Horatio. "Spirit Word: Explode!"

Lukas scooped a handful of nails from within and was about to jam it down his throat when the cultist pleaded. "Please, I'll answer whatever you ask of me! Please!" "Then speak up!" Lukas yelled. "Alright!" The cultist avoided his gaze from then on. "What do you want to know?" "What the fuck are you doing with those girls from your compound?!" "Blood rituals." The cultist answered. "Do you have any idea how wide you narrowed it down?!" He raised his hammer. "NO! No!" The cultist cried. "Sacrifices! Ceremonies! It was for the Demons you have fought earlier!"

Because, of course, nothing’s ever simple in this job. Grace snapped the seal and skimmed the letter, her face turning stormy, line by line. “Camps, way out in the woods. Not rebels, not refugees either, something weirder. People wearing symbols, same ones we dug up at those foul old ritual sites.” “A cult,” Master Ahldric growled, practically spitting. “The Keeper’s originals, back at it again.” “Or leftovers,” Nara muttered, brain already sprinting down threat pathways. “Old believers, the ones who slipped through the cracks when we tried to clean house. Either way, they’re organized, headquarters, recruitment, the whole nine yards.”

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

“They’re not just drawing on walls. They’re starting to build little altars in corners again. Half‑assed ones, but still. Behavior is shifting.” Rin’s skin crawled. “We expected the cultists to mark their own spaces,” Rowan went on. “We did not expect how quickly their script would jump to ordinary wolves. This is more than a handful of fanatics in caves. This is… seepage."” Mara leaned closer to the glass, eyes serious now. “We’re hearing a lot of the same phrases you’ve reported. ‘Debt.’ ‘Balance.’ ‘Spared flesh.’ People are scared and scared wolves like simple answers. ‘A life for a life’ is as simple as it gets.”

“Demons. And worse.” “Positions,” Caelan snapped, always a general at the ready. The door burst inward. They came pouring through the street, creatures made of jagged bone and smoke, eyes glowing a sickly amber. Cultists followed behind them, faces painted in blood and ash, chanting Sariyah’s name like a prayer and a curse all at once.

The most eye-catching thing was that these people had a tattoo on their cheeks. Although it was said to be a tattoo, it seemed to be a clear red color appeared in the gradually darkening sky. At a glance, it was as if these people's faces were covered with burning charcoal. Seeing these metal rings and tattoos, Caspian already understood. These people were Earlington of Efrax's Sin Cultivators. As the name suggested, Sin Cultivators were cultivators who had been captured after committing crimes. Some cultivators had committed evil deeds, but they were not dark cultivations, so Earlington of Efrax’s six major sects came up with a rule and law.

While she weaved a material she had in her hand, she couldn’t take her mind away from the subject matter; Cultism. It has become so bad that, aside from the universities where it has become an institution of sorts, cultism is already gaining inroad into primary and secondary schools. It has also become deeply rooted among artisans, transport workers and even people who work in corporate offices. It has gotten so bad! No doubt, cultism is one of the social vices that have been tormenting our society. It has been in existence for quite some time, and has gotten so bad that it is becoming something we have to live with.

“Of course we do.” The shadows beneath the Academy surged hard enough to crack the chamber floor again. The cultist spread his arms slightly, almost reverent. “For centuries we searched for the vessel capable of surviving the convergence.” Every soldier in the chamber tensed. Cassian’s lightning sparked violently across his hands. “I really hate when cultists start talking like prophets.” Normally the comment would have almost made me smile. Now it only made the fear worse. Because the figure standing in front of us sounded certain. Not hopeful. Certain.

Gloom settled in on Chu Xun despite his attempts to look calm, and his eyes flared with a purplish tinge. Whereas Lei Bao and the others turned morosely solemn. First-grade Human Kings were nothing to them, while Second-grade Human Kings were still manageable. But the collective might of five Third-grade and one Fourth-grade Human Kings was too huge an obstacle for them. "Surely these Fusang wanderers are hardly the only outside help the Cultists have enlisted?" said Chu Xun coolly. "He said, in addition to them, the Cultists have found other help as well. He is certain that they are local, although he knows nothing about which sect or order they belonged to."