After the battle ended, the demon hunters who had been arranged to take shelter returned to the Mountain Flower House.
They did not know what had happened specifically, but the traces of battle on the other side of the hot spring lake, the six missing tourists, and several demon hunters above the Assimilation realm all told them that something major had occurred here.
Wen Wen and Tao Qingqing did not leave; the tour group's next destination was the Holy City, and they only needed to follow the group normally to reach their destination.
Seeing Wen Wen and Tao Qingqing still eating and drinking as usual, Si Fu'ermu did not know what to say. The once harmonious tour group had instantly fallen apart, making him sigh.
The unfolding of the God Blood Cup competition was something he had never anticipated. The most critical thing was that he couldn't inform the higher-ups of the Hunter Association about it.
If the association had sent a dozen or so True Order experts to ambush in the Xia Zhu District, or even if they could have invited the Judges from the Eastern Oil Major District to act, no demons or monsters would have posed a threat.
Now, they could only head to the Xia Zhu District of the Holy City, under the premise of knowing nothing, to participate in the God Blood Cup competition.
Wen Wen walked up to the crestfallen Si Fu'ermu and comforted him, "Although your investigation skills are a bit weaker than mine, considering we are both detectives, if there's really a life-and-death struggle, I'll spare your life."
"Get lost, don't bother me, I'm troubled here."
Si Fu'ermu rubbed his forehead in distress. It wasn't that he was worried about his own safety. The Hunter Association had appointed him, with only Upper Order strength, to handle the God Blood Cup incident, naturally giving him enough trump cards so that he wouldn't be in mortal danger easily during this event.
What he was worried about were the mysterious other participants and the safety of his demon hunter companions.
The Holy City was not a title for a city, but the name of a city.
Such a name applied to other cities would only become a joke, but for the Holy City, it was well-deserved.
This was because it was the holy land of the Church of Creation, where the Son of Creation was assassinated, and the Church of Creation rose from here.
The ancient district of the Holy City had many sand and earth buildings; it was itself a precious historical relic.
The ancient district was not inhabited now but was opened to the public as a scenic area. The most central Holy Sophia Cathedral was the oldest church in the Federation.
There were no modern facilities in the cathedral. An old priest with white hair and beard sat on a chair, leaning on a cane.
This old priest was a gatekeeper. He had been here forty to fifty years ago, and a hundred years ago, he had also been here. In more ancient times, he might have always been here.
No one knew how old the old priest was, nor did anyone know what kind of strength he possessed.
The only certainty was that since its establishment, no evil creatures had ever set foot in the Holy Sophia Cathedral.
Even when the Eye of the Abyss attacked the headquarters of the Glorious Cathedral not long ago, it had entered from another entrance.
Behind the old priest, a water-like phantom appeared, and several young figures walked out of it. These people, men and women with different expressions, were all wearing white uniforms.
They had been receiving training at the headquarters of the Glorious Cathedral and were the most outstanding group of the younger generation of the Divine Descent faction. They all had marks of various shapes on their hands.
Yes, like Wen Wen and the others, they were also participants in the God Blood Cup competition.
Their sole purpose was to win the God Blood Cup competition and then make the one and only correct wish.
This was the first time in thousands of years that the Glorious Cathedral had had the opportunity to participate in the God Blood Cup competition, so these young people had to win.
The old priest glanced at them and said in a flat voice, "You shouldn't go. That thing shouldn't appear again. Once you step out of the Holy Sophia Cathedral, you will never have a chance to return."
The young people scoffed at the old priest, "Old man, you're outdated. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and we... will win!"
Besides some of the older members of the Glorious Cathedral, many clergy members disrespected the old priest because, in their opinion, the old priest only had seniority and was useless in other aspects.
Otherwise, why was he still a low-level priest at such an old age?
They came to participate in the God Blood Cup competition with the confidence of victory this time. For them, their only opponents were their companions.
Although the Glorious Cathedral had not put all its energy into the God Blood Cup competition due to disagreements within the church regarding the God Blood Cup, the five young priests participating all had their own trump cards.
Each young priest had a guardian from the Glorious Cathedral. As long as the mark on his hand remained, this guardian would wholeheartedly protect him and help him fight to win the God Blood Cup competition.
Moreover, the location of this God Blood Cup competition was in the outer city of the Holy City. With such a huge advantage, how could they lose?
On the bumpy bus, Wen Wen felt dizzy from the jolting.
It was now the evening of the second day, and less than two hours remained until the start of the God Blood Cup competition.
They were supposed to arrive yesterday, but since the wandering hero who could travel through space with the entire bus had left, Si Fu'ermu was now driving.
Therefore, they had, as expected, gotten lost...
However, Si Fu'ermu was somewhat talented. For such a short distance, and with only one route, he still managed to take the wrong road.
If Wen Wen hadn't asked the Golden Oriole Monster to catch and drop some monsters in the Holy City beforehand, he would have abandoned Si Fu'ermu and rushed ahead himself.
Now, he could use the connection with the Containment Facility to teleport to the Xia Zhu District of the Holy City at any time, which was why he was leisurely wasting time with Si Fu'ermu.
Si Fu'ermu, holding the steering wheel, said awkwardly to Wen Wen, "Did you see that sign just now? We've already reached the Holy City's territory. It shouldn't be a problem to find the hotel we rented an hour from now, and another hour to reach the Xia Zhu District, and we definitely won't be late..."
Wen Wen ignored him and was contemplating how to deal with this God Blood Cup competition.
He wasn't actually that concerned about the mortal threat of the God Blood Cup itself; what he was concerned about was the God Blood Cup itself.
When he had beaten those six monsters into a mushy pulp, the Calamity Gloves had indeed felt a sense of craving for that pulp. Although the feeling disappeared in an instant, Wen Wen would absolutely not overlook it.
This meant that the complete God Blood Cup might be useful to the Containment Facility, so Wen Wen was determined to get this God Blood Cup!
However...
The Holy City...
When Wen Wen thought about how he had severely offended the Glorious Cathedral, he felt a slight discomfort. After all, there weren't even any demon hunter teams here; it was entirely the territory of the Glorious Cathedral. Sudan Novel Network
But then Wen Wen thought, the one who offended the Glorious Cathedral the most severely was the Calamity expert Black Cross, what did that have to do with him, Detective Wen Wen?