Chapter 410: Good Morning, Igor
“Four Pillars Cult…”
Cleos murmured softly. Qenna, Annan, and several others raised their eyebrows, but most of the sorcerers looked puzzled.
High-ranking sorcerers who had worked with the Red Hat Firm generally knew about the Four Pillars Cult. Firms that focused on intelligence gathering were also somewhat aware, but other sorcerers couldn’t possibly know about this mysterious organization—mainly because the Four Pillars Cult had always struggled in the Kingdom of the Gospel.
It wasn’t just struggling now; it had always been this way. The only time the Four Pillars Cult could shine briefly was during the civil wars and regime changes in the Kingdom, but it would quickly be suppressed again.
The omnipresent Gospel system was too restrictive for such a mysterious organization. Even if the Gospel didn’t intentionally leak information about the Four Pillars Cult, as long as the Red Hats used the Gospel for reconnaissance, they could eventually root out the cult.
To the Kingdom of the Gospel, the Four Pillars Cult, the Abyss, the virtual realm passage, and the Firm were collectively known as the “Four Plagues”—problems that could never be completely solved but posed little threat, thus no one paid much attention to the Four Pillars Cult.
However, they would soon understand that the Four Pillars Cult’s struggles in the Kingdom of the Gospel were not only due to historical progress but also closely related to the leader’s personal abilities.
“In the Underground Hall, the leader of the Four Pillars Cult, known as the ‘Rust Crow,’ sat on a throne seemingly woven from iron crow feathers, overlooking countless kneeling black robe cultists.”
“His voice was ethereal, as if it came from men, women, the old, and the young, filled with a charm that pierced through eardrums: ‘From today onwards, you are all Rust Crows. You are my eyes, my tongue, my ears… you are my tactile sense.’”