Sinful Desire's Followers

Her soul had even become thinner, worse than Qin Chu's, and it might take a long time for her to recover.

In the boundless Void.

A deity let out a deep roar, the sound waves transforming into a terrifying shock that spread across the starry sky, instantly shattering any meteorites that drifted there into fragments.

Sin of Desire, the Lord of Pleasure.

His androgynous body was far more majestic than any statue.

With long, slender limbs and an elegant demeanor, she possessed an unforgettable beauty that could captivate the soul.

But at this very moment, this elegant, noble, and endlessly charming deity was radiating a raging wave like a tsunami.

That lowly insect, who threw its own statue into the cesspool before, has now blown off the head of its other, even more powerful statue... and absorbed its power.

Huff, huff!

Somewhere far away, a gigantic mass of rotting flesh swelled and throbbed, its underside covered in countless writhing tentacles that seemed to be mocking it with unbridled arrogance.

The enormous deity, resembling a toad, emitted strange squeaking sounds from its mouth.

Upon the Bone Throne, a majestic body let out a thunderous laugh.

The distorted human face engulfed in that purplish-red flame made no attempt to conceal the eerie smile on its face.

For these beings who have been in the Void for thousands of years, this is a rare source of amusement.

The unbridled mockery traveled hundreds of miles, its vibrations clearly reaching the Lord of Pleasure, further Wrath this powerful deity.

He would make this insect, which dared to desecrate his dignity, pay the heaviest price.

The Imperial City of the Orwell Empire.

In the Earth Mother Church, Saint Monica, who was fast asleep, suddenly sat up in bed. Beneath a pure white veil was her graceful body, and her delicate skin shimmered with a hazy glow under the moonlight.

Those purple eyes sparkled like jewels as they gazed at the boundless starry sky outside the window.

A Wrath voice echoed in her ears.

Within the Earth Mother Church, hundreds of nuns and priests, their eyes almost simultaneously stiffening, emerged from their rooms like motionless puppets, standing silently in the courtyard, heads held high, gazing at the starry sky above.

Inside the Imperial City, inside the Marquis Edmond's mansion.

The Elegant School is holding its weekly banquet.

This was a formally registered school of thought within the empire, and all the members attending the banquet were high-ranking nobles of the empire.

Within this school of thought, the ultimate goal pursued by each member is to achieve the highest level of elegance. They abhor all rudeness and filth, regarding them as impure and sacrilegious.

They pursue absolute and unparalleled beauty, not only physical, but also spiritual.

Even at a banquet, the scene was quiet, with only classical music providing a soothing atmosphere... But suddenly, all seventy-odd nobles attending the banquet stopped what they were doing, and their eyes were flashing with a purple light.

The Commoners' District.

In the bar where many adventurers gathered, some rude men stared wide-eyed, their faces revealing sinister and twisted smiles.

Inside the military camp...

Follow the will of the Lord of Pleasure.

At all costs!

Inside the bedroom.

Sylph continued to perform her duties as a guard. Although it was late at night and Sylph was a little tired, she still kept her eyes wide open, vigilantly sensing the movements around her.

Night fell, and all was quiet.

There was not a sound, not a breath of wind.

Only the bright moonlight, without the slightest obscuring of dark clouds, bathed the world in a hazy veil.

Sylph looked behind her. Athena's body lay motionless on the bed. The most agonizing moment was over; her body was no longer convulsing.

Qin Chu, on the other hand, seemed extremely exhausted, breathing heavily.

Judging from their appearance, the two of them should wake up soon.

When Qin Chu treated her for the first time, Sylph didn't know exactly how long it took, but it didn't seem to be this long.

Looking at Qin Chu's face on the inside of the bed, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Sylph's lips.

She could tell that she didn't dislike how she felt.

It's like shedding all the responsibilities and sorrows from your shoulders, finding a brief moment of peace in this world filled with gloom and chaos. That feeling is actually quite wonderful.

Suddenly, Sylph's smile vanished.

The little head snapped open the window to look into the darkness outside the palace.

Elves have very keen senses. Although it was quiet all around and there was almost no movement, Sylph still sensed some special aura approaching the palace.

There was an undeniable killing intent in that aura.

Two slender fingers were inserted into her lips, and the next second, a loud whistle rang out in the palace.

Violet, Norma, Ekaterina, Heloise, and Ieta, who were fast asleep inside the palace, opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Angelica and Antasia, though slightly weaker, also quickly woke up.

Everyone knew what that loud whistle meant. Violet was instantly veiled in a light gauze, the window opened by itself with a whoosh, and her tall figure floated in the air above the palace.

Sensing the surroundings through the air currents, Violet's voice came from high above a few seconds later. "Everyone, prepare for battle."

"A large number of enemies are approaching from all sides of the palace."

"Where's Qin Chu?" Violet's voice reached Sylph's ears.

Sylph quickly turned around and glanced at the scene. "The consciousness is currently immersed in Athena's Soul World, and there is no sign of it waking up anytime soon."

"Angelica, Antasia, you two stay in Qin Chu's bedroom and are responsible for protecting Qin Chu," Violet quickly made the arrangements.

"Everyone, prepare for battle. This enemy seems rather unusual."

The numerous women inside the palace reacted swiftly, with a highly skilled expert guarding each of the surrounding areas.

Time ticked by, and finally the enemy appeared before them. Looking at them, the women finally understood what Violet meant by the somewhat subtle meaning behind her words about the enemy.

The enemies before them were a chaotic and mixed motley crew. Among them were nuns, priests, and Knight in clerical robes; nobles in magnificent gowns; and private soldiers of noble families. Yet, mixed among these upper-class individuals were also a large number of rude mercenaries, soldiers, and adventurers...

No one knows how these completely unrelated people came together.

But everyone could feel the almost insane aura emanating from these people; their eyes all gleamed with an eerie purple light.

His face was contorted, filled with madness.

It was as if they were no longer a group of humans, but a group of irrational beasts.

There were more of these people than expected, hundreds of savage and violent mercenaries, soldiers, and adventurers, along with hundreds of nuns, Knight, and priests. Even more numerous were the private armies of the nobles, who had brought out all their private troops and even personally led the charge.

Even if the enemy is only coming from one direction, their numbers would probably exceed two thousand.

Among these people are many with rich combat experience and formidable strength.

Even with the strength of Sylph and her group, they could feel the subtle pressure emanating from that person.

Just then, Sylph's ear tickled again, which annoyed even the hot-tempered elf. She pressed one hand against her ear, and Rosweisse's voice quickly came through:

"Sylph, bring Ekaterina and Athena to me right now, quickly..."

"Roll!"

Sylph immediately deactivated the Message Magic.

Damn it, what time is it? Who has time to bother with a saint like you?

The instant Sylph deactivated her Message Magic, the enemies in front of her suddenly howled, raised their weapons, and charged at her like a pack of mad dogs!

Under the moonlight, the purple light in his eyes grew even more intense!

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Chapter 323 Believers in Sin of Desire (3)

At this moment, Sylph had no energy to pay attention to Rosweisse.

After deactivating the Message Magic, Sylph's gaze fell directly on the large group of howling enemies charging towards her, their eyes flashing with an eerie purple light.

They no longer seemed to be human, but had transformed into utter beasts. They stared wide-eyed and howled incessantly, and even the elegant nobles did not notice the thick drool dripping from the corners of their mouths.

That frenzied atmosphere even sent chills down Sylph's spine.

Her long neck twitched slightly. Although some of these people were high-ranking nobles and clergy, she couldn't care less about that now. Taking a deep breath, Sylph opened her arms and drew her longbow to its full extent.

On the bowstring, wind elements rapidly condensed into a sharp arrow, and in the next second, with a whoosh, the arrow shot forward with a whoosh.

A spiraling gale clung to the arrow, leaving a long trail in mid-air.

In an instant, an arrow appeared in front of a mercenary.

Even when facing the Ghost Archer's attack, this mercenary, whose level was no more than sixty, showed absolutely no fear; his pupils shone with a brilliant purple light.

His energy surged instantly.

The next instant, he gripped the massive battle axe tightly with both hands and slashed at the arrows in front of him.

Laugh...

Snap!

Just as the mercenary raised his battle axe to strike, the arrow pierced through his chest; the mercenary was simply too slow.

The mercenary's metal armor was instantly pierced, and the spiraling hurricane tore his body to shreds.

Right after killing the mercenary, the arrows continued their rapid advance.

Puff puff puff...

After piercing and shredding the bodies of three people, the arrow finally dissipated in mid-air.

One arrow took out four enemies... It seemed like a pretty good result, but Sylph was quite dissatisfied with the situation; the attack had not achieved its intended effect.

Sylph had anticipated that this arrow would pierce through the entire group, splitting them in two, but it had only taken down four opponents...

On the other side.

Ekaterina wielded her crimson greatsword, instantly cleaving the three Knights in two at the waist.

Blood was splattered everywhere, and entrails were scattered all over the ground.

But... something doesn't feel right.

It wasn't the normal feeling of cutting a person in two with a single stroke. When the heavy sword pierced into these people's bodies, it felt like sinking into quagmire, with a strong sense of stagnation.

These people's bodies seem to be even harder than imagined.

Norma, Heloise, and Ieta are in almost the same situation; their average level is definitely no higher than fifty, and even the highest-level enemy is only around seventy.

The level 80+ Grand Sage could basically cut through these enemies like butter, a single spell could wipe out a large group.

But now, these people can even withstand magical attacks to some extent.

These girls weren't stupid. Looking at the strange and crazy appearance of the people opposite them, and the purple light shining in their eyes, they immediately understood what was going on.

The purple light flashing in their eyes greatly increased their strength.

However, such growth cannot come without a price; it may involve burning one's life force or even one's soul, allowing their combat power to approach, or even reach, level eighty in a short period of time.

This situation cannot last. When their life force or soul is completely burned away, they will turn to ashes and perish. But before that, they will release the power they have accumulated throughout their lives in just a few hours, or even minutes. That is certainly a powerful threat.

Roar!

With a Wrath roar, a tall mercenary, shaped like a brown bear, howled. He was a berserker, wearing no armor and without even a weapon; his only weapon was his pair of iron fists.

With a roar, the massive body suddenly charged towards Ekaterina. The Scarlet Valkyrie was already surrounded by a large number of enemies, and the ground was littered with corpses.

The thick, fresh blood had somehow soaked the ground beneath their feet, turning it into a large pool of blood.

With a whoosh, the iron fist slammed down from mid-air.