Roses in Bloom

If gods truly exist, they would surely summon Thunder to unleash divine punishment upon this sinful land.

If the gods are truly merciful, they will surely take pity on these innocent people and bring them salvation.

Unfortunately, there's nothing here now. Only a mentally ill person, driven to madness, witnessing firsthand the hell on earth and the breeding of sin.

Luther seemed to be trapped in an uncontrollable nightmare. He was unable to move, as if his own existence had vanished, and he could only observe everything that was happening from a peculiar perspective.

He saw Ms. M standing in the hall, smiling at everyone.

"The Lord is the beginning and the end, the whole and the one."

A woman with red hair and golden eyes sang praises to the Lord in a gentle and melodious tone as she walked among the terrified crowd. Then blood flowers began to bloom, and crimson roses blossomed from the bodies of everyone. The flowers, like joyful smiling faces, opened brightly, offering the most devout blessings to the benevolent Lord.

"Don't kill me!"

The obese deputy police commissioner cried out in panic, his greasy face covered in sweat and tears, "I'm the deputy commissioner of the Backlund Police Department! You can't kill me! You can't..."

Ms. M extended her slender, white fingers and gently pressed them against his face.

"Aaaaaah!"

The deputy director roared like a castrated pig, his eyes wide open, almost popping out of their sockets. Large amounts of fat were rapidly squeezed from beneath his skin, a pale yellow semi-liquid coating his body. His once-obese frame shrank rapidly.

Eventually, he became emaciated, with only a thin, skeletal skin covering his skeleton and muscles.

"Snap."

Ms. M gently snapped her fingers, and a crimson flame began to burn brightly on it. The thick layer of grease ensured that the candle would burn forever, becoming a grand and magnificent torch in this celebration.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The terrified guards opened fire, Revolver bullets, carrying immense kinetic energy, rained down on the target's body. However, the target merely swayed before being reduced to a mangled paper doll.

Soon, the guards were met with a counterattack, their bodies disintegrating amidst strange singing.

"Help!"

"Run!"

Fear shattered their reason; the crowd in the hall screamed, trying to escape from the villa. But the beautiful figure always managed to catch up with them, turning their bodies into vibrant red flowers.

"... Behold, the Lord is coming soon. Reward and punishment are in the Lord's hands, according to each person's deeds, bringing them their due..."

"Stop! I can give you anything you want..."

The handsome Lower House Vadra shouted, his Councilor pale, but he soon lost his voice as his own arm gripped his throat uncontrollably, while his other hand plunged into his abdomen, causing his internal organs to vomit out of his mouth.

The same thing kept happening in the hall, with more and more roses being offered to the Lord. Above, in the endless sky, there was both sacred and blasphemous beauty.

A grand hymn of joy and sorrow resounded, as if a mighty Giant were casting a peep of approval upon this place.

"I will carry out the punishment on behalf of the great Lord, until this river of souls flowing to Him never ceases to flow..."

Suddenly, the praise offered to the gods was abruptly interrupted.

"Whip!"

A solemn and unquestionable voice suddenly rang out, as if it ruled the laws of this place with immense authority, and no one could violate them!

"Slap! Slap!"

Pain shot through his body, and Luther suddenly regained consciousness. He opened his eyes and looked down, only to find his hands covered in bright red, foul-smelling blood.

There's no such thing as an M-type female; everything was his own doing.

Looking up, Luther saw that the magnificent hall was covered with countless bright red roses, and scarlet liquid was flowing and spreading outwards along the patterns on the floor.

The young girls cowered in terror, hiding behind sofas and tables. They were survivors among the ordinary people who had escaped punishment, and their eyes, peeking out from behind the furniture, held not only fear but also Distortion pleasure.

Besides them, the guests, servants, traffickers, guards... all their sins were cleansed, transformed into roses carpeting the ground. Amidst the crimson carpet stood several unusual figures. Their souls emanated a different feeling—heavy, majestic.

It shines with a unique radiance.

The extraordinary.

"Aurora Order's Oracle, have you gone mad?!"

The leader of the extraordinary beings wore a white wig and a tailcoat, his long, thin face serious and Indifference.

Behind him, a slightly overweight middle-aged man hid in terror.

"Help me, Mr. Harras!"

The phantoms of the dead girls haunted him, their eyes Blood Tears, telling Luther that this man was the owner of the villa, the leader of a human trafficking organization, the wealthy Capim.

"Hehe.."

Luther laughed in Distortion way. Although he had regained Consciousness from the Frenzy Dream, his mental state was still not good.

His mind was filled with extreme emotions, and his ears were filled with a cacophony of meaningless whispers from the True Creator. He seemed very satisfied with Luther's sacrifice, so satisfied that he uttered endless murmurs, causing the blood vessels in Luther's head to bulge and his brain to feel as if it were being pierced by iron rods.

Hua Luther actively summoned the Phantom Tide, and as the sound of the tide rose, the words of the True Creator were immediately dispelled. However, his inherent madness could not be countered, and his vision was still filled with Illusion and wailing.

He looked across at the other side; besides Capim, who had been saved, there were four Extraordinary Ones left.

The stern-looking man at the head of the group was called Mr. Harras by Capim. His expression was imposing, and his figure seemed incredibly tall, making one want to bow down in reverence.

Besides Harras, there was another man holding a High-Pressure Steam Rifle, a powerful military-grade weapon; another man with an old face and an uneasy expression; and a scarred woman with a fierce expression and a cruel smile, holding a dagger in one hand and a long whip in the other, the whip gleaming with a peculiar luster, suggesting it was Beyonder Item.

Is it possible for an ordinary human trafficker to receive so much protection from extraordinary individuals?

Luther looked at these people, and the sense of authority they exuded seemed familiar to him, as if he had felt it from the group of masked people he had encountered before.

MI9?

Were they involved in human trafficking?

"Imprisonment!"

In the instant Luther was in a daze, Harras acted. He shouted and raised his right hand, pointing at Luther.

Suddenly, the space around Luther solidified, as if forming a transparent amber, sealing him inside and making it difficult for him to move.

At the same time, several other extraordinary individuals rushed forward and launched an attack on Luther!