Chapter 260: The Schismatic of the Blood Moon Cult According to Aiden's deduction, Mr. Bloodcloth had likely poached a large number of human believers from the already declining Blood Moon Cult to serve as his pawns, which was why he operated under the Blood Moon Cult's banner. Judging by the recent reaction, the God of Death's Agent clearly harbored deep hatred for Mr. Bloodcloth as well. Clarifying his own stance might allow him to extract information about Mr. Bloodcloth from the Agent. "You are also my Lord's enemy," the Agent replied coldly. "I actually have no quarrel with your master. Strictly speaking, you insisted on provoking me," Aiden shrugged. "Killing people in the city where I live, trying to abduct an inmate from my prison, and ultimately attempting to murder my subordinate... You make enemies everywhere you kill; dying at anyone's hands wouldn't be unjust, right? The God of Death is truly unlucky, ending up with such an utterly unplanned Agent like you." From Aiden's perspective, the Agent's actions were largely undermined by his own habit of random killing. Obtaining the God of Death's power only required killing three people, yet he killed an extra one, forcing him into additional body disposal, which alerted other forces to his presence and methods prematurely. In the end, he couldn't suppress his murderous impulse, failed to devise a more thorough plan, and rashly jumped out to attack Veronica. If he had acted more cautiously and secretly, Aiden likely wouldn't have found him so easily. The Agent remained silent. He acknowledged that his current predicament was largely due to his "hobby." In fact, after accepting the God of Death's mission and arriving in the autonomous state, he had considered suppressing his long-standing homicidal tendencies to prioritize the mission. But for some reason, after arriving in this city, the urge to kill became difficult to control, and an inexplicably inflated desire tormented him daily—something that had rarely happened before. Although he had previously enjoyed killing for pleasure, it usually occurred only once every few weeks or even months. But after seeing that female guard yesterday, his mind became filled with the thought of killing this prime prey, leading him to act impatiently. If he had been more patient, taken time to observe the guard's schedule, and chosen a suitable moment for a surprise attack... his outcome might have been vastly different. Incredibly, after everything had failed, this inflated desire vanished without a trace, like a receding tide. It was as if he had been possessed. "...Still unwilling to say anything?" Seeing his apparent lack of intention to reveal information, Aiden was already considering giving up. But just then, the Agent spoke again: "You want to kill that man?" "It's merely necessary for me to do so," Aiden replied calmly. "But he has disappeared. I can only gather as much information about him as possible." He had always assumed Mephilia telling him Mr. Bloodcloth wanted to kill him was true, feeling he couldn't afford the risk of being assassinated unprepared by such a powerful individual. Aiden didn't reply, tapping the table with his finger to signal the Agent to continue. So the Agent began his story: "That man joined the cult about six years ago. An unremarkable male witch, no different from other human servants at first glance, just slightly more capable. We usually assigned humans to persuade more humans to join the cult, serving as the cult's lower ranks and food for the blood-kin. That person was very eloquent, basically managing to recruit one or two new members each time... We even considered bringing him over to 'our' side." "You Embraced him as blood-kin?" Aiden understood the Agent's implication. "Just considered it. We don't easily increase our own kind; after all, food is scarce for blood-kin in this era," the Agent replied. You consider it scarce because you naturally see ordinary humans as normal food, Aiden thought. "But in the end, we all underestimated this human," the Agent said slowly. "He actually split the cult in secret, persuading other human believers to betray the God of Death and convert to another deity..." "What deity?" Aiden asked, feigning ignorance. "They flew the banner of the Goddess of Conspiracy who holds the 'Wisdom' Authority, but as for which god it actually was, who knows?" the Agent said dismissively. "Seeing how much you hate him... didn't you try to retaliate?" Logically, once this group of blood-kin serving the God of Death discovered Mr. Bloodcloth's schismatic actions, they should have killed him immediately. "We sent several assassins, killers blessed by the God of Death. Except for me succeeding, he killed all the others... Damn it!" The Agent seemed somewhat angered recalling this. "Wait, what do you mean you succeeded?" Aiden frowned deeply. "You killed him?" "Yes, I successfully killed him and even brought his corpse back as an offering to my Lord," the Agent said. "But my Lord told me he wasn't dead; there wasn't even a trace of a soul remnant in that body." "How is that possible?" "You might not believe it, but that guy seemed to have switched bodies, resurrected in someone else, then moved into the shadows to manipulate the cult. He used this miracle to make those believers seeking immortality worship him." "I see," Aiden nodded. "Warden, you accept that rather quickly, don't you?" Kyle, who had been listening quietly, finally couldn't resist interjecting. "How can something like that be done so easily?" "Coincidentally, I have an inmate in my prison who can do it," Aiden didn't even look at him. "It's not rare." Priscilla unique secret art could achieve body swapping, and he himself had inherited this body through Mephilia power. He was naturally very familiar with such things. Priscilla secret art involved researching mental black magic to its extreme limits to mimic a portion of divine authority. The Agent described Mr. Bloodcloth as an unremarkable male witch, so Mr. Bloodcloth's ability to swap bodies likely also relied on Mephilia power. Content originally comes from novel⟡fire.net "So that means you don't know what he looks like now?" Aiden felt somewhat disappointed. "Correct," the Agent replied. "Any other noteworthy information?" Aiden asked casually, trying his luck. The Agent thought for a moment. "While in the cult, he once proposed to us that the Blood Moon Cult should declare war on the Vengeance Sanctuary and offer the Authority served by the Vengeance Sanctuary to my Lord." READ 10 CHAPTER AHEAD FREE