A Serpent's Tale
Chapter 334: The Sect of the Naga

Chapter 334: The Sect of the Naga

In total, I counted about twenty-five to thirty Naga’s or so in the room.

Wait...

What exactly do I want to do to them not that they’re being crushed beneath my scales?

I do want to get back at them, but how? I don’t want to half-ass it by just beating them up, that wouldn’t be satisfying, nor would it quell my anger towards them.

As I looked over the lot of them, thinking on how to deal with them, I saw them all wearing the same thing.

A grey robe and a mask.

I slinked up to one and turned them over, which under the pressure they were currently feeling because of me, I imagine would be quite painful.

When I did turn them over, I got a better look at their clothes and a mask that they were apparently wearing upon their faces.

The robe was a really simple woven one made from some grey material and genuinely nothing else. Overall, it had a rather loose fit to it and a simple cloth belt made seemingly from the same material as the robe itself.

As for the mask though, that was made up of something else entirely. Some kind of metal that I’ve never seen before, one with a silvery lustre to it.

I decided to take the mask off to get a better look at it as well as to take back with me. Who knows, maybe I can forge something out of it with my [Class].

And figuring that there would likely be more masks like this, I’d decided to just simple take them all for myself because I could feel something special about this metal.

But when I turned another person over to take their mask, I found that their mask was made out of a different material, one with more of a golden bronze shine to it.

...

’Eh, might as well just loot the lot of them, even though all I can really take from them are these masks.’

I then quickly got to taking all of their masks off, and I counted twenty-seven of them in total. There were only three of the silvery masks, nine of the golden bronze one’s, five that looked to be mad out of sandstone but was actually just a coarse looking metal. And the last ten were made out of a polished wood.

They all had the same design to, so it seemed that certain masks held more authority than others. As for the design itself, it was kind of weird.

It was hard to describe honestly. Clearly they were going for some kind of serpentine design, with our original ancestral form in mind. But they failed miserably if that’s what they were genuinely trying to achieve.

What they actually made was some kind of warped amalgam of the ancient form of serpents, combined with a modern-day Naga’s face.

It looked like some kind of wrinkled nightmare mixed with acid and designed by someone on drugs.

There were still some obvious hints of it being a serpent though, the main one being the fangs. Its eyes also had a more serpentine shape as well. But apart from those two things, there really wasn’t much else that would hint at this being a Naga. Sure, there were some vague things here and there, but nothing set in stone.

I’d stored all of them into my [Multi-Dimensional Storage] alongside all my [Smithing] stuff for simplicity’s sake. And so it would make it easier to find them when needed.

But with that done, I now had to once more figure out what I wanted to do to these bastards. All of them had a female appearance, each of them having well-endowed chests, with some having bulges near their crotches, though those people were rather few admittedly.

No males here which I found somewhat odd. It wasn’t unexpected but I feel like there should be a male in here somewhere. Then again, there probably should also be more people here. Twenty-seven is a bit of an odd number of people to have for something like this.

They were all still being suppressed, and some of them were even foaming at the mouth or had fainted. There were a few though that were still seemingly conscious, but they weren’t looking at me with hatred or something like I thought they would be.

Instead, All I could see was a look of horror on their faces with eyes that were completely filled with an almost blackened fog covering them.

’Huh, that must be what prevented me from seeing. But why is it now happening to them?’

As I was contemplating all of this, I heard something and immediately turned to face the direction which it came from.

And the direction that it came from was actually the door.

Stone grinding against stone rang out throughout the chamber and I saw the stone slab that blocked off this room from the passage out of here slide upwards, revealing several people behind it.

Though, the moment the door started to give way, it seems that my Aura had expanded through to the hall behind it, causing the people there to collapse onto the ground like those currently surrounding me.

It was kind of funny since they were forced to slump against the door and each other’s backs before falling to the floor with a thud the moment it went above their heads.

And unlike the people already here, these one’s seemed to be different, wearing red priestly robes lined with a royal purple.

A signature of the Sect of the Naga. The church that worships the Goddess Astraa, and these people are basically the ones that were in charge of everything there. With their own doctrine and rules, separate from the government.

Which begs the question, why are they here? ’Oh right, they were supposed to denounce me and cast me out of society.’

’Great... Now I have them to deal with as well on top of these bastards... Or do I?’ I thought about it for a second and realised that I have the Bloodline of the very being they worship.

This means that they have to worship me and follow MY commands. And not the commands of some pansy group of people that make arbitrary decisions based on what they think the Goddess will want, rather than what she’d actually want.

"Uuuggghhhh..."

"Hmm? Oh, one of you can actually still move, interesting." I noted out loud that the person at the very front was someone who was actually resisting the pressure being forced upon them.

But the moment my voice came out, I saw them visible shudder and faint shortly thereafter. And it took a second to realise that my voice was filled with a sharp animosity when I spoke out loud.

Oops.