Chapter 1807: Just Pigs and Dogs

Li Rider’s heart trembled slightly.

Only at this moment did he truly understand why Chen Ling had taken him as an apprentice nine years ago…

Li Rider’s mood was complex. He felt some disappointment, but not enough to be sad. After all, he knew that no one in this world would be good to him for no reason. His master’s city-deep schemes were so profound that if he had no value, he certainly wouldn’t have done this.

But now that he knew the reason for everything, he still felt a bit uncomfortable in his heart… Li Rider didn’t know why he felt this way; this was an emotion he had never had before. He hadn’t realized that he had unknowingly taken his master as a kind of emotional sustenance.

Looking at those scarlet pupils, Li Rider gave the answer almost without hesitation:

“I do.”

Chen Ling nodded slightly.

He took a disc from his bosom. The next second, the disc unfolded rapidly in the void, and the folded space enveloped them both… When Li Rider could see the scene around him clearly again, he was already in a dark prison.

Torches embedded in the stone walls burned fiercely, the swaying firelight illuminating the surroundings. Li Rider was currently standing on a stone corridor, with eerie and gloomy prison cells on both sides, extending all the way to the end of the corridor…

Inside the cells, figures draped in red robes were being held. Judging by the number of cells, there were at least three or four hundred people.

“Let me out… let me out!!”

“I don’t want to stay here!!”

“Archbishop, save me!”

“The Supreme Jiangtian Savior will definitely take us out!”

“……”

Some of these red-robed figures were hammering at the prison cells like beasts, while others had completely given up, curled up in corners as if scared silly. The noisy sounds were enough to make one’s eardrums ache.

As Chen Ling took a step, his scarlet pupils contracted, and the aura of world destruction swept across like a hurricane.

Those Jiangtian believers who had just been shouting desperately suddenly seemed to see some kind of extremely terrifying existence, their faces pale as they retreated, hiding their figures in the shadows where the torchlight couldn’t reach, as if only this could bring them a trace of security.

The entire prison instantly fell into dead silence!

"These are... the Crimson Heaven Cult??"

Li Laide stared blankly at the Crimson Heaven cultists in this prison, momentarily struck speechless by the shock.

Li Laide was naturally aware of the Crimson Heaven Cult's existence. They had been wanted by the human realms even longer than the Fire Tamperers... From about three hundred years ago, the Crimson Heaven Cult had already become an enemy of all mankind. However, because they resided in the Gray Realm and their hideouts were extremely well-concealed, it was almost impossible to root them out entirely, leaving the human realms helpless against them to this day...

But...

Looking at the number of cultists here, did Chen Ling wipe them all out in one go??

Chen Ling’s eyes swept calmly across the room, and he spoke indifferently:

"Just pigs and dogs."

Li Laide was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Come on... let's try first to see if you can steal the Red Star Willpower from them," Chen Ling said, pointing to the nearest cell. "Let's start here."

Li Laide looked in the direction Chen Ling was pointing. A figure in a red robe was huddled in the corner in terror, looking at them as if they were two demons.

Li Laide hesitated for a moment, then spoke:

"But... the aura on them is too ethereal... I might not be able to grasp it. If I accidentally miss, I'm afraid..."

"If you miss, you miss," Chen Ling waved his hand. "Compared to my methods of devouring them, you are already quite elegant."

Li Laide: ...

Since Chen Ling had said so, Li Laide had nothing to hesitate about. He slowly raised his hand toward the shivering cultist in the cell, closed his eyes, and seemed to be sensing something...

The next second, he made a grabbing motion in the air!

*Swish—*

A blood-drenched heart appeared out of thin air in his palm.

At the same time, the cultist in the cell stiffly lowered his head, looked at his own blood-soaked chest, opened his mouth in pain...

And then collapsed to the ground.

The entire prison fell into dead silence once again.

"...I missed," Li Laide frowned. "That aura is like a wisp of smoke; I can't catch it..."

"It's fine," Chen Ling said calmly. "Continue. Take your time to find the feel for it."

For Chen Ling, he already possessed a massive amount of Red Star Willpower; these cultists were of no use to him anymore... He had captured so many of them specifically to let Li Laide practice.

The ultimate Li Laide derived in the Imaginary World only mastered the method of stealing Red Star Willpower after stepping into the realm of a demigod, but there wasn't enough time now... Chen Ling had to make Li Laide master this ability in advance; only then could he initially meet Chen Ling's expectations.

Li Laide took a deep breath, adjusted his mindset, and walked to the next cultist...

"The Supreme Crimson Heaven Savior is about to return!!"

"You, you... all of you must die! You must all die!!!"

The cultist seemed to have fallen into despair. He roared crazily at Chen Ling and Li Laide, then burst into wild laughter, as if he had already seen the scene of the Red Star returning to destroy humanity. His eyes held nothing but the hatred and malice of a beast.

*Swish—*

As his heart was stolen, his laughter came to an abrupt end.

Blood pooled in the dim cell. Li Laide didn't even glance at him; he just frowned at his own palm, lost in thought...

"Continue," Chen Ling's voice sounded from behind.

Li Laide walked toward the next cultist again.

"Please, please spare me!!"

“……”

"Just wait for your deaths! The Archbishop won't let you off!!"

“……”

"You violent, world-ending calamity, to actually use us for experiments... you will surely meet a miserable end!!!"

“……”

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Amidst the constant begging and cursing, one cultist after another fell into a pool of blood. They were like lab rats waiting to be harvested, unable to do anything but watch themselves die.

When Li Laide killed the thirty-sixth cultist, his face was as gloomy as water.

After trying so many times, he still couldn't grasp that specific aura of Red Star Willpower... Being naturally proud, a nameless irritation and anger rose in his heart, and his deep blue eyes grew colder.

He began to speed up. Almost every three seconds, he would steal the heart of a cultist. The curses and pleas became meaningless to his ears; he even automatically blocked them out... It was as if what stood before him were no longer people, but pigs and dogs that only knew how to squeal.

Sixty... seventy... ninety... one hundred and twenty...

Bright red gradually became the base color of this prison. The cultists who hadn't been reached yet watched their companions fall like stalks of wheat in the wind, and an indescribable fear climbed into their eyes.

In the reflection of their pupils, those two figures—one in theatrical robes and the other in a trench coat—looked like demons risen from hell!