Treasure Hunting System： The Ocean Conquerer-Chapter 825 - 357: Crimson Assault

A school of sharp-toothed piranhas continually circled a particular swamp area.

At first glance, this area seemed no different from any other, but upon closer inspection, one could see a reef that rose from the seabed below.

A faint scent of blood wafted from the reef, luring the fish to swim around it.

Looking inside the reef.

Voices echoed from within.

"Has the support from the Holy Mother Church arrived?" a figure completely cloaked in a red robe inquired.

The person beside him was dressed similarly, though the patterns on his robe suggested that the speaker had a higher rank.

"Reporting, sir, the first support team from the Holy Mother and Holy Machine Churches has already arrived."

"Already here... How many people?"

"Very few, less than a hundred."

Hearing this, the man in a high position contemplated for a moment, then nodded his head: "Then continue to lay low, it's too few people."

After finishing, he looked around the environment and headed outside.

It wasn't until his figure was out of sight that his voice came faintly from afar.

"Fix this place up."

Upon hearing these words, the few cult members remaining in the cave nodded in unison.

And at this moment in the cave.

The walls and floors were covered with sculptures and patterns crafted from blood and flesh, the place teeming with evil energy and tortured souls.

In the blasphemous area, human skeletons were dismantled piece by piece, forming structures that resembled pillars.

A certain extremely evil ritual was underway here.

The shadow of the departing cultist suddenly appeared above the reef, as if he had teleported there.

He waved his hand.

Some stirring came from the swamp below, creating ripples like water waves that startled the surrounding school of fish, causing them to scatter in fright.

Bone after bone emerged from the water.

These bones still carried fresh blood stains and remnants of flesh.

The bones interlocked, and from their differences in shape and size, one could discern that they originated from various races and life stages.

The bones interlocked swiftly, forming a canoe that floated atop the swamp.

Skulls of various races were embedded at the prow as decoration.

The cult member boarded it, sitting on a seat constructed from bones.

Only then did he remove his hood, revealing his face.

This man was none other than Caluto Nafasi, the cult member the Nafasi Clan, led by Alka, had been searching for some time.

He raised his head, gently sniffing the air.

As if he had detected something.

"Hmm..." He emitted a satisfied sound, a wicked smile spreading across his face, his mouth stretching to the ears. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"The scent of connected bloodlines, who could it be? Father? Mother? Sisters? Or brothers?"

His expression grew increasingly expectant as he spoke, as if genuinely delighted by his siblings' impending arrival.

He began crazily tilting his head back, reaching upward toward the sky, as though he had caught a whiff of an exceptionally enticing aroma.

"Ah~ very close, not far now. Let me see who's coming, I just want a glimpse!"

His excitement made him tremble all over.

The excessive excitement caused the skin and flesh on his chin to come loose, falling away like decaying flesh.

He hurriedly picked up the muscle that had fallen onto the bones and stuck it back onto his chin, not noticing that he had reversed its position.

A crimson liquid dripped down.

The bone boat began to glide forward, leaving a wake behind.

Caluto seemed very dissatisfied with the speed of the vessel, a nauseating crimson aura emanating from his palm, which he crushed fiercely.

A piercing scream echoed through the air.

Several spirits flickered in and out of visibility.

"Damn it, go faster, faster!"

He muttered angrily through clenched teeth, then released his grip.

The speed of the bone boat noticeably increased, the rapid pace splashing waves to both sides.

Even at this speed, he still seemed unappeased but refrained from further venting.

Instead, he sat on the boat rubbing his hands, like someone eagerly awaiting a meal.

...

Meanwhile, in the makeshift campsite constructed by Alka and his group.

Juanlu and Narvi waited inside, poised to take over from the returning party.

A mirror hung in front of them, displaying text exchanges between several small teams outside.

From it, one could see that all three teams had notable achievements.

Alka and his group notably captured a Middle Tier, Fourth Stage demon without much delay.

One could wonder if this demon was just particularly unlucky.

Yet, there were still numerous ordinary low-tier demons, roving in packs across the sea like stray dogs.

The information revealed that those undertaking the mission were not entirely safe.

Several individuals and puppet girls had sustained minor injuries of varying severity.

However, those examining the information gradually dwindled to Narvi and a few interested puppet girls.

Juanlu had already retrieved a self-heating stone slab from a corner, beginning to grill the pre-prepared meat slices on it.