Desire Apostle Versus the Indulgence Faction
The woman's voice mingled with the cries of the dead; though faint, it remained clear amidst the clamor.
Luther heard that voice.
She wasn't speaking, but merely murmuring and humming softly. Her voice was full of tenderness, yet also provocative, as if it could easily stir up desires in people's hearts, urging them to release them and immerse themselves in endless Pleasure.
Luther stopped abruptly, a pained expression on his face. A crimson glow appeared on his face, and he felt his mind teetering on the brink of collapse under the influence of that voice.
He seemed to be Illusion; he saw lush Branches and Leaves and gnarled roots that seemed to cover the entire universe. The stems and leaves were full of life, yet also carried an endless eeriness. It was as if everything in the world would become part of the plant, multiplying and expanding together with these Branches and Leaves.
Luther's Consciousness dissipated, as if submerged in the lush vegetation, becoming one with it.
Until--
"Whoosh--"
The surging, Phantom Tide echoed in his mind, dispelling the woman's voice.
"Ugh!"
Luther jerked awake from his delirious Illusion.
He quickly looked down and saw buds wriggling and growing on his arm. It was as if these buds had gained their own Consciousness, wanting to grow organs and reproduce on their own.
"Brush!"
Luther used his hand as a knife, shaving off the fleshy buds without hesitation, and then spat out a fireball, burning all the fleshy buds to ashes.
"What's wrong?"
From the void beside her, Sharron asked in a low voice.
The other person's behavior just now was very strange. She thought he had just gone crazy again, but seeing his subsequent actions, she felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was very similar to the way those Indulgence Faction lost control.
"Call"
Looking at the remaining ashes on the ground, Luther felt a wave of fear wash over him.
Having been Secrets Suppliant for a long time, he roughly guessed what had happened. His state just now was probably due to hearing that voice and being affected by the voice's owner.
How could such a tiny sound have such a terrifying effect?
You know, even the mad ramblings of the True Creator wouldn't have such a severe impact on him!
It seems the owner of the voice is an evil god even more dangerous than the True Creator.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask Sharron, "Do you know which evil god the Rose School of Thought worships?"
"He was originally Chained God, but later he seemed to be Corrosion by some evil god," Sharron replied. "From my observation, those who have fallen into uncontrollable Indulgence Faction occasionally refer to that being as the 'Mother Tree of Desire.'"
Mother Tree of Desire?
Okay, I've got it.
Luther thought to himself.
After a short rest, he led Sharron onward.
"This is our limit. If we go any further, Steve will spot us immediately."
She warned.
Luther stared at the door at the end of the corridor. A thick stench of blood was spreading out. He wondered how many people those two guys had killed to produce such a strong smell. There was no doubt, this was the place.
So, what method should be used to begin the Oldest One attack?
He thought for a moment, quickly came up with an idea, and a cold smile appeared on his face because of it.
You like indulging in sex, don't you?
The interior of the room.
Jason, the "living corpse," is feasting on the flesh and blood of the dead. The generous Count of Andes, a supporter of the Rose School, provides them with a large amount of fresh blood, and in return, they help each other's cause.
The young servant sent by the Earl was of excellent quality, and Jason liked him very much.
But a strange thing happened: although he was already full, he felt increasingly hungry. The fresh smell of blood lingered in his nose and mouth, making his appetite burn even more fiercely.
Jason was a little confused, but he still lowered his head and started eating. However, he couldn't get rid of the hunger; instead, it churned up from his stomach and rushed straight to his brain.
Hungry!
I'm so hungry!
Hunger tormented him; his eyes turned bloodshot, and his heart pounded violently, as if it would break its ribs.
Perhaps we could try the Flesh of an extraordinary being?
For some reason, Jason suddenly had this thought. When he looked up at the other side of the room, he noticed that Steve, on the other side of the room, had also stood up from his chair, his eyes gleaming with a longing for the soul.
His inner desires also seemed to be growing rapidly!
"We've been attacked!"
Steve struggled to control his emotions and shouted at Jason, "Get up!"
Attack?
Jason, tormented by his desires, took some time to understand Steve's words. Because of their long-standing hedonistic beliefs, they were completely powerless against desire. He had never craved fresh Flesh so much, especially the powerful and extraordinary being before him.
Normally, he certainly wouldn't have dared to think of attacking Steve, who was superior to him. But now, it was as if a seed of desire had been planted in his heart, and then, nurtured by his own actions, it grew rapidly into a towering tree.
"Brush!"
Jason watched as Steve transformed from his normal state into his Wraith mode, and couldn't help but feel regretful, because he had lost the chance to bite into the Flesh.
As he transformed into Wraith, Steve had already gone ahead, passing through the wooden gate to search for the attacker.
"Go to hell."
Through the door, Jason vaguely heard a cold and crazed voice.
"Boom!"
The next moment, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Steve tumbled in, crashing onto the floor. The more powerful he was when he floated out, the more pathetic his fall was.
"It's Sharron!"
Steve clutched his head, crying out in pain, "She attacked us!"
Jason quickly did as he was told and cast a death spell.
"Roar!"
The mangled corpses on the ground cried out and struggled to their feet. Jason had turned them into Zombie and was now driving them. They staggered outside. However, these Zombie suddenly attacked Steve on the ground, their terrifying mouths agape, and pinned Steve down.
They want to feast on Flesh!
Under the influence of some strange ability, their craving for Flesh became incredibly intense!
"Get out of here!"
With a roar, Steve unleashed his power, far surpassing that of the Zombie, and threw the Zombie off him, transforming back into Wraith spirit.
At the same time, Jason finally saw the attackers outside through the broken door:
Sharron, whom Steve had discovered, was nowhere to be found. Only a young man in a red robe stood outside the door. He looked at Jason with an enigmatic smile, his entire being seeming to embody desire. When Jason looked directly at him, intense emotions and impulsive lusts would flood his mind.
The "Desire Apostle's" power. "Desire Control!"
For these hedonistic individuals, this ability is extremely lethal!
Grazing target:
1. Pyromaniac, Arson
2. Faceless
Disguise
Paper Figurine Substitute
Flaming Jump
3. Interrogator
Mental Piercing
Pain Whip
4. Devil
Devil Transformation
Lava Sword
Malice Perception
5. Mr. A
Demoness of Affliction
Devil
Baron of Corruption
Scribe
Wind-blessed
Nightmare
Judge
6. Desire Apostle
Desire Control, Mental Shock, the Desire Incarnation
7. As you know