Gluttony

Damn it!

Anderson was held firmly by a group of ordinary people. He wanted to set the fire, but he felt that he was unable to resist and could only let them hold him down.

"I need to learn a lesson. It seems that 'Hunter' are a bunch of unruly individuals; you can't expect them to understand human language."

The man dressed Loen gentleman sighed, his face revealing fine dragon scales, and approached Anderson step by step.

I advise you to run away quickly.

Anderson said defiantly, "[Blood Bishop] are not people that ordinary Demigod can deal with."

He had done all he could; whether he survived was now up to Fate. He felt no burden and even joked with the other person.

"No rush, I'll take care of you first."

The man held up a finger adorned with a ring and waved it in front of Anderson. "Look at it!"

Anderson's body froze instantly, his eyes wide open, his gaze fixed on that finger, unable to move an inch.

"This finger represents your spirit. As I gradually take it away, your spirit will be Destruction along with it, until you go completely insane and lose all control."

The other person's voice echoed deep within his mind, constantly giving him hints.

As Demigod through the "Spectator" Pathway, he certainly had ways to completely control Anderson. The reason he hadn't done so before wasn't because he couldn't, but because he was worried that controlling him too deeply would leave a flaw, which would allow the [Blood Bishop] to discover it.

He had only intended to plant a small seed in Anderson's mind, enough to fulfill his promise and have the [Blood Bishop] count the money once, thus gaining Psychological Suggestion. However, what he thought was an easy situation was ruined by the other party's betrayal!

"Don't listen to him, he's lying!"

Anderson shouted at himself, desperately resisting the other party's Psychological Suggestion. But how could Demigod's power be resisted by just shouting a few words? His eyes were fixed on that slender finger, and as the finger slowly bent into his palm, his Mental World began to boil and churn, with Frenzy and Distortion gradually replacing reason.

His vision blurred, and he was on the verge of completely losing control, until—

"Call!"

A shadow as black as ink suddenly surged up and enveloped the man's fingers.

"Calm down, that's not your mind, it's just a finger."

Luther's calm voice sounded from behind, and an invisible Soothing force immediately spread. The useless words Anderson uttered became a healing elixir in Luther's mouth. As soon as those words were spoken, his mental state improved instantly, no longer veering towards madness, but calming down.

Moreover, all the suggestions previously imposed on him vanished, and he immediately broke free of the control and leaped up.

"This guy is Demigod from the Spectator Pathway!"

Anderson shouted, "And don't touch that box of money!"

"I see."

Luther glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He hadn't expected that this guy, who seemed so carefree and loved to joke around, would betray him at such a crucial moment.

"Brush!"

With a slight wave of his hand, a golden light flashed in Luther's eyes, and the crowd immediately dispersed. This time, they were fully alert and fled quickly, leaving the street empty except for the Loen gentleman on the other side.

"Your Excellency to meet you, Blood Bishop."

The other person smiled and touched their chest in greeting.

He wore rings on all ten of his fingers, which looked quite extravagant.

And who are you?

Luther questioned in a cold voice.

"Psychology Alchemists, Council Member, you may call me [Gluttony]."

The other person continued to smile, appearing completely unconcerned.

A phantom mask vaguely appeared on his face, his mouth wide open, his eyes hungry, as if he craved to devour everything in front of him.

"I see."

Luther said, "Then go die."

When he uttered the last few words, his tone was icy, and his Filth voice vibrated in his vocal cords, resonating in the other person's mind!

"Smack!"

And so the man who called himself "Gluttony" burst like a bubble and disappeared into the air.

Where did he go?

Anderson thought blankly, looking around but finding no trace of the other party.

"Leave here immediately."

Luther spoke softly to him, his eyes fixed on the street across the street.

The Demigod who called himself "Gluttony" hadn't disappeared, of course. He used the ability of the Spectator Pathway to psychologically conceal his body. Luther's eyes saw it very clearly; not only had the other party not left, but he had also directly lifted the restrictions, transforming his body into a roaring Mind Dragon!

"Roar--"

This Dragon has two thin, grayish wings on its back, and its limbs are thick and strong. Intricate and three-dimensional mysterious symbols are engraved on its grayish-white scales. These symbols not only appear on the scales, but also extend into the Dragon's Flesh, spreading into the surrounding air, creating a strange blurring of the boundary between illusion and reality.

Just looking at the space around those symbols seems to have a tremendous impact on people's minds, causing them to become mentally confused and their thoughts to Distortion!

The Incomplete Mythical Creature Form of the "Spectator" Pathway!

While other Pathway of Demigod could also enter a similar state, the price they would pay would be extremely high. Unless they possessed an unwavering will, they would be unable to control their Consciousness and would quickly slide towards the brink of loss of control and madness. Only the "Spectator" Pathway, due to their unique abilities, could target the mind and, by utilizing their Mythical Creature Form, maximize their power.

Of course, even they would go crazy and lose control if it went on for too long.

"Waaah--"

The Dragon's body was terrifying, its face still adorned with a Distortion mask, making it appear utterly bizarre. A violent Storm churned and churned around it, seemingly both real and a reflection of illusion. It carried a certain will, blowing in all directions, and any creature caught in its Storm inevitably fell into an abnormal state—either ceasing its convulsions, or becoming unconscious, fanatical, or fleeing.

Dragon's Might!

No, it's a replacement of Dragon's Might, Mind Deprivation!

Fortunately, Anderson ran fast, otherwise he would have been caught in the crossfire as well. Luther calmly watched the terrifying Dragon. The Phantom Tide echoed in his mind, but he was completely unaffected by it.

"Um?"

The Dragon spoke in human language, seemingly puzzled by his serene appearance. Then, its surroundings began to blur, and one after another, illusory versions of itself appeared, their expressions sinister and cold as they stared at Luther.

Luther simply walked towards him step by step.

The shadow beneath him was dark and heavy, creeping upwards little by little, covering his body and forming a dark and Degeneration suit of armor that lifted him up, transforming him into Giant over two meters tall.

"Clang!"

A broad, jet-black straight sword suddenly materialized in his hand.

The Black Knight is about to slay the Dragon.