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While Li Chen continued to "redeem" those wayward noblewomen, his "loyal" underling Carlos began putting his own plan into motion.

The night was black as ink as Carlos left Holy Radiance City under the pretext of going on patrol.

Eerie blood-colored patterns shimmered across his black cloak in the moonlight. This was the Blood Moon Robe, which only high-ranking members of the Blood Demon Society were entitled to wear.

"President!" Carlos knelt on one knee before an abandoned altar, his voice steeped in bone-deep hatred. "That damned lapdog of the Pope killed every brother in my Branch Altar! You must avenge them!"

Carlos delivered his performance with tears streaming down his face and anguish in his voice, looking utterly convincing.

Fortunately, he had slaughtered every last one of his subordinates the previous time. Otherwise, if his lies were exposed now, the leader would surely kill him.

The blood-colored mist above the altar slowly gathered, finally taking the shape of a towering figure.

Mordred, president of the Blood Demon Society and a monster rumored to have drunk dragon blood, studied Carlos with his amber, slit-pupiled eyes.

"Rise, my child." Mordred's voice rasped like sandpaper. Dark red demonic markings covered his bare upper body, each one representing a forbidden ritual. "Tell me your plan."

As Carlos rose, seven figures appeared around the altar, one after another.

The most eye-catching were the twin sisters standing to Mordred's right, Lilith and Namelia.

Their arrival was accompanied by silvery giggles, as though they were spirits that had crawled out of a forbidden picture book.

"Oh my, isn't this Carlos? How did you end up in such a sorry state~" The girl on the left stepped forward, her blood-gauze skirt fluttering to reveal broad swaths of snowy skin.

Her figure was ripe and full as a