Roses for the Lord

"Smack!"

This strong and stubborn girl fought back, but this attitude only excited the police chief more.

"Push harder!"

He commanded his servant, his eyes gleaming and his entire body twitching, "I'll give you a tip!"

The servant was overjoyed to hear of the reward and immediately worked even harder.

This deputy police commissioner's hobby was Whip delicate young girls; the tougher the girl, the more he looked forward to her becoming weak and vulnerable after a mental breakdown.

But what does this have to do with the servant? He only needs to serve Director Gao Xing. Anyway, these girls are just commodities; as long as they can bring enough profit to the owner of this villa, the other party won't have any objections.

The girl was lying on the ground, her clothes torn, and specks of blood splattered from her wounds, covering the floor.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

The loud cracking of the Whip echoed through the hall, and the guests watched with laughter and no one stopped them; they simply enjoyed the spectacle.

The girls, on the other hand, wore even more ingratiating smiles, though their bodies or the corners of their eyes twitched slightly upon hearing the sound of the Whip.

Thinking of the Pound that were about to be in his hands, the servant gripped the whip even tighter. He raised his arm high and lashed it down with all his might at the girl who was lying on the ground, almost unconscious.

"Clatter."

The expected sharp Whip did not sound; instead, there was the sound of something falling to the floor.

Did I accidentally slip off the whip?

The servant, puzzled and Consciousness thinking this, looked down at the floor.

He found his right hand, which was holding a whip, lying on the clean floor as if it had been chopped off, slowly bleeding.

Um?

The servant belatedly looked at where his right hand had been, and saw a clear cut of his wrist. Pale yellow fat, pink muscle, white bone and red marrow, and blood vessels were all clearly visible in his field of vision.

Moments later, blood began to seep from the cut. Then, intense pain gushed out along with a large amount of blood!

"Aaaaaah!"

The servant, arms crossed, screamed shrilly. His face contorted like a frightened monkey, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Don't come any closer!"

The deputy director, his flesh trembling, dodged the blood splattered from the servants with disgust and terror. Despite being as fat as a ball, he nimbly rose and fled.

"Who!"

"Help! Someone, come quick!"

"Intruder!"

The sudden change on the field immediately attracted the attention of everyone else present, who frantically shouted for the guards.

Everyone turned to look at the guest who had entered without being invited.

Beside the servant stood a peculiar young man. He had black hair and blue eyes, and his handsome features were so striking that it was hard to look away. He wore a white straitjacket with leather straps, a garment typically used to restrain mental patients.

In this magnificent hall, his attire seemed completely out of place.

He had suddenly barged in and easily severed a servant's right hand, but he didn't follow up. He simply stood there quietly, ignoring the violent reactions of everyone present, and looked into the empty void.

His face wore a strange expression, his lips twitching upwards, as if he were laughing or crying at the same time, appearing extremely deranged.

A crazy and noisy world surrounds Luther.

He saw countless young girls, tortured to death, weeping and screaming, showing him the harm they had suffered. Outside the villa, countless flowers bloomed brightly in the Garden, only because countless white bones lay buried beneath the soil.

He saw parents who had lost their children crying helplessly, prematurely aged by the pain of losing their children. They wandered the streets, asking the police for help, only to be met with completely impatient perfunctory responses, and the police Record were immediately thrown into the trash can after they left;

He also saw high-ranking officials gathered in this luxurious villa. They were impeccably dressed and elegant in their manners, yet they were ruthless and predatory. Not satisfied with just devouring the blood and bones of the lower classes, they also wanted to take away their daughters to satisfy their Distortion and Degeneration desires.

Countless images flooded into Luther's mind, and he could hardly bear it.

Guided by that drop of blood, Luther left the East Borough and arrived at Iris Street, near the West Borough the Cherwood Borough. There stood a luxurious and heavily guarded villa, which was his final destination.

He slipped in as a shadow, and the first thing he saw was a depraved and inhuman feast Degeneration in the hall.

Such a scene had a tremendous impact on his mental state.

Moreover, this place is filled with extreme emotions; from the dead to the living, everyone is frantically displaying their emotions in this grand feast. These emotions are almost tangible, influencing his Mental World!

Luther Zehong stared at the guests in the hall through a surreal and Frenzy Illusion.

The dead girls were crying out to Luther, pointing to the obese man, saying that he was clearly the deputy commissioner of the police force, yet he deliberately protected crimes to satisfy his ugly desires and wantonly abused life; pointing to a handsome man, they said he was Councilor of Lower House who frequently appeared in the newspapers...

He verbally advocated for improved treatment for ordinary people, but in reality, he condoned crime and profited from it; pointing to a slightly overweight middle-aged man, he said he was Capim, the mastermind behind the kidnapping.

Behind the utterly panicked guests, Luther spotted a familiar figure.

Ms. M wore a white robe that accentuated her full and beautiful figure. With a gentle and beautiful smile, she looked down upon this feast of joy and sorrow with her golden eyes.

She shifted her gaze to Luther, whose figure appeared so solid in the illusory Illusion.

"Luther, did you see that?"

After a long silence, Ms. M finally spoke, her voice as gentle and lingering as before, full of love, like a mother's soft murmur to her naked child, yet also filled with a powerful allure.

"Greed, tyranny, cruelty—fresh, bloody humanity—this is the inherent Degeneration of humankind. Look at them, how Degeneration, how vibrant... Such souls should be the Lord's nourishment."

Luther's body swayed, madness and anger gradually filling his handsome face.

He could no longer tell whether it was Ms. M speaking or himself. He only heard a rumbling sound in his ears, echoing deep in his mind and resonating with his soul.

"Luther, why don't you offer roses to the Lord?"

Ms. M asked gently.

So, under everyone's horrified gaze, Luther spoke softly.

"Praise the Lord, and offer roses for His glory."

"Bang!"

The servant closest to him exploded, and he didn't even have time to react before he was instantly turned into a mass of crimson flesh Flesh.

The Flesh were spread out on the golden marble floor, vivid and dazzling, like a red rose in full bloom.

Luther slowly raised his head, his azure eyes now turning crimson.

He tapped his chest four times, forming an inverted cross. "The Lord's will will descend upon the earth; a mighty voice from the great throne that reaches to heaven will be conveyed to the four corners of the earth."

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Many more were reduced to Flesh, without even having time to utter a single scream.

"The unrighteous will remain unrighteous, the Filth will remain Filth, until that day comes when sulfur and fire will come down from heaven and Destruction everything..."

A blood-red feast replaced the original joy in the hall, becoming the dominant theme here.

Luther loudly chanted ancient poems, as if he were both crying and laughing, his expression like that of a madman.