CHAPTER 558: CHAPTER 558: MERELY A COINCIDENCE?

"Extracting some information from their mouths is really so difficult? The discipline of the Curse Sect seems to be too good..."

Yang Yu and his comrades found themselves frustrated as five believers fused into a single monster, completely beyond Yang Yu’s expectations.

It turned out that the two priests they had just defeated were mere foot soldiers.

Luckily, although the black monster looked huge, it essentially wasn’t as strong as they had imagined.

The two priests that Yang Yu and his team had just defeated had only just reached Level 60, with average attributes around four hundred. The believers were Level 40 to 50, with average attributes around three hundred. Such a team, when facing an Elf Hunting Team with average levels between 20 and 30, would have an overwhelming advantage. But against Yang Yu’s team, it was like bringing a knife to a gunfight.

The black monster, formed from the fusion of five believers, had reached a high Level 80, but its attributes averaged only around four hundred fifty.

Dealing with such a brainless, slow-reacting monster was only a matter of spending a little more time.

Since the enemy was delivering a wave of Experience, Yang Yu was naturally happy to accept it.

The flames surrounding them suddenly dispersed as the Hunting Team they had met earlier approached slowly. From a distance, they saw Yang Yu fighting the black monster.

The members of the Elf Hunting Team also felt a chilling sense of oppression emanating from the black monster.

Watching Yang Yu fight from afar, the Elf Hunting Team stopped in their tracks, frozen by the terror within, telling themselves that engaging with the black monster would surely lead to their utter annihilation.

But there was Yang Yu, along with the giant wolf and the nimble Slime beside him, dancing effortlessly in battle with the black monster.

After some time, the immense black monster could no longer withstand the accumulation of wounds on its body and fell heavily to the ground, turning into a puddle of black liquid that seeped into the underground, disappearing without a trace.

Once all the Curse Sect members were dealt with, Yang Yu nonchalantly pried open one lock after another with his sword. Then, unashamedly, he began searching the clothing of the Curse Sect members to see if they had dropped anything valuable.

Just like last time, Yang Yu didn’t find anything of value, not even a handful of shabby weapons.

"Four weapons, three white and one blue—the Curse Sect really is too stingy,"

Yang Yu sighed helplessly, obviously unable to come to terms with this result.

But what could he do? He couldn’t resurrect all of them and ask them to come back with their best weapons for another fight, could he?

He might not know whether there were any good weapons, but he knew well that a pursuing team would most certainly follow.

The Elves, timidly emerging from their cages and rescued, looked at Yang Yu with complex expressions, still unable to believe that their once-dire future had suddenly changed.

In the inherent perception of the Elves, Humans were an extremely cunning race; Yang Yu must have an ulterior motive for saving them.

But now, seeing Yang Yu act as though he wanted nothing in return, they didn’t know how to face him.

It was a Human who had doomed them to a dark future, yet it was also a Human who had saved them.

A whistle sounded, and Yang Yu called Lotcar to his side, then turned to look at the uneasy Elves,

"The places they attacked are probably not limited to just one. Those who can move, come with me. I don’t expect you to be up for much, but you should manage a bit of reconnaissance.

Forget it, I’m a Human; I’m speaking too presumptuously.

Maybe you don’t find my words trustworthy, and I’m not insisting.

If you want to come with us, then come; if not, that’s fine too."

"I must remind you," Luo said, "Luoyu City seems to have also been attacked. If you’re planning to return, be careful."

With that, Yang Yu casually took out several Recovery Potions and swung them in front of the elves for a while.

"These are what we humans use to heal injuries. Some of your members have sustained significant harm. Using these will make things easier for you, far more useful than your herbs. Whether you use them is up to you, but it would be even better if any of you know how to use Holy Light."

Having finished speaking, Yang Yu tossed the potions he held, and several elves reached out to catch them steadily.

Not avoiding it, that was a sign they were willing to accept the gesture of goodwill.

As long as even one elf would remember his actions now, discern right from wrong, it would be a victory for him.

A smile appeared on his face as Yang Yu continued to ride Lotcar, searching for other elves in trouble.

It was beyond Yang Yu’s expectations that the Curse Sect was involved.

At first, he truly thought it was merely a routine slave hunt.

The Curse Sect’s mobilization of forces to hunt elves must mean they aspired for more than merely capturing and selling them.

Given how they disguised themselves as ordinary Slave Hunters, the Curse Sect definitely did not want the outside world to know it was they who acted against the Elf Clan.

Such a grand scheme to invade the Elf Forest—if it was just for money, it seemed unlikely.

If the Curse Sect really was after money, they clearly had better options, like organizing forces to conquer the underground city where Believers had the strength of B-level adventurers and above... including Priests and Bishops, it shouldn’t be a problem to plunder an Underground Maze.

For money, and wishing not to antagonize the elves, why the need for subterfuge and such effort?

Putting aside the Curse Sector’s true motives for now, Yang Yu was more concerned about who let the Curse Sect’s men in and how they managed to transport the elves boldly out of Wansheng Country.

The direct involvement of the Curse Sect was filled with too many irregularities.

Right now, Yang Yu wanted to interrogate someone from the Curse Sect, to see what their plans were, and at the very least, to understand their movements.

If he could understand their routes, he might be able to disguise himself as one of the Curse Sect, infiltrating them to gather intelligence.

However, even after Yang Yu swiftly moved through the forest and saved several elf teams trapped by flames, he still could not extract any information from the mouths of other Curse Sect members disguised as Slave Hunters.

They all kept their mouths shut, preferring death over divulging any details.

During the rescue of the elves, Yang Yu found that many of the Curse Sect’s Believers possessed a strange ability. They would release blackness from within their bodies that devoured their own lives, transforming it into substantial monsters.

This method of transformation was somewhat similar to the Black Energy Yang Yu encountered in the Library of All Things.

Of course, it might just be a superficial resemblance, a coincidence.

But beneath the remnants of the Library of All Things, the state Iyas was in when confronted with that Black Energy was the same as the elves faced with the monsters transformed from Believers.

The elves were afraid, or rather, the Holy Light within the elves was afraid.

In the end, what exactly is darkness in this world?

If light signifies the goddess, does standing in opposition to the goddess necessarily mean Demon?