Antiya Lisi, Antiya Lisi...
Even though his body remained under a powerful seal, the Grand Duke of Adelaide's will unexpectedly regained its clarity.
When was the last time I was this clear-headed?
It was when one of his beloved sons Oliver, was tortured to death!
The murderer, the murderer who communicated with him within Oliver's consciousness, called himself Archbishop Antiya Lisi of the Aduolin Province.
He allowed those disgusting plants to grow on his beloved son's body, defiling his bloodline and causing him to die in endless agony.
And now, his own power is once again beginning to fight against that Tree Transformation ability.
It matches perfectly! It matches perfectly!
His enemy was none other than Antiya Lisi!
The archbishop's name echoed in [ Clear Soup Master's ] mind, like a gradually fading echo.
Soon, he heard new words from the consciousness that called itself Adelaide:
"My son, surrender your body Domination me, and I will help you cross that barrier and become a true earl."
Huh?
What does it mean to hand it over to him for Domination?
[ Clear Soup Master ] felt a pang of doubt. Could it be that as long as he agreed, he could operate remotely?
He thought about it and realized that it would indeed be difficult for him to deal with Antiya Lisi with his own abilities. Even if he introduced Blood Poison, at most he could only bypass the instant death rule and have the opportunity to confront the opponent head-on.
But even in a direct confrontation, he has absolutely no chance of winning.
He had heard of the name Adelaide before. When he was working under the Marquis of Oliver, he had seen the information on his own panel, which clearly indicated that the Blood Poison in his body came from the Adelaide Lineage.
After much thought, [ Clear Soup Master ] finally nodded and replied in his mind with considerable experience:
"I would die for you, great Duke."
The next moment, he suddenly felt an unprecedented emptiness. [ Clear Soup Master ]'s eyes moved involuntarily, even though his will had not given such an order.
It started with the eyes, then the neck, arms, and body...
After just a few breaths, [ Clear Soup Master ] had completely lost control of his body.
Ed was secretly watching, quickly memorized Adelaide's ability and then created a pop-up message to send to [ Clear Soup Master ]:
[ The Soul Returner's current body has been detected as out of control. Log out to reshape the body?]
Although [ Clear Soup Master ] felt a little uncomfortable at first, the feeling of being a game booster was not bad. Besides, he only lost control of his body. As for system functions such as taking pictures, recording screens, and adjusting pain, they were not affected at all.
He was all too familiar with this kind of thing—no matter how powerful a game character was, could they possibly influence the player's system?
Unless a boss appears one day that can disconnect a player with a single hit, that would be a truly overpowered monster.
With that in mind, he decisively selected "No" and then turned on the screen recording function to begin enjoying himself.
What bodily loss of control?
This is clearly a divine possession! Don't let this clueless system ruin my plans!
Meanwhile, Adelaide, having taken control of the body, began to operate it herself.
With the help of [ Clear Soup Master's ] eyes, he saw the black crystal stuck in the half-tree man's palm.
Adelaide had no doubts about the other party's voluntary joining of the Blood Corpse faction.
During the years when the Blood Corpse wreaked havoc on the continent as Calamity, countless leaders of various races were willing to join a particular lineage in search of eternal life.
Even after decades, their legend might still be circulating, so it wouldn't be surprising if people wanted to join them.
But young people are indeed too naive; how can they build a solid connection with themselves using such methods?
He reached out his right hand and grabbed the fingernail that was embedded in his left palm. With a little force, he pulled it out, then threw it into his mouth and swallowed it without even chewing it, letting the sharp edge of the fingernail cut bloody marks down his throat.
The Blood Poison spread rapidly through the half-tree's body. [ Clear Soup Master ] saw the arrow to the right of the [ Blood Poison ] buff on his status bar change from a small up arrow to a large up arrow.
So this thing is actually edible?
He was secretly surprised, yet also felt a sense of novelty.
It feels like I've booked the entire movie theater by myself—it's ridiculous! I'm enjoying a first-person action movie while simultaneously regretting the lack of popcorn and soda.
Little did he know that Clear Soup Master wasn't the only one thinking this way. He wasn't having the place to himself; a troublemaker was sitting right behind him, watching the game with him.
The violent power belonging to the Blood Corpse Spread within his body, and [ Clear Soup Master ] quickly acquired a new form— Blood Corpse Half-Treant.
Due to the effects of the Blood Poison, even though it was already dusk, his body had not completely Tree Transformation. Instead, he retained most of his human features, with only his hair, skin, and limbs showing more obvious Tree Transformation. His entire torso still resembled a human more than a log.
Now, as the Blood Poison continues to seep in, [ Clear Soup Master ] can clearly see his body surface turning from a color similar to tree bark to a grayish-white, and his limbs, which were already like tree branches, have completed the deposition of toxins and turned as black as ink.
The " Blood Corpse Half-Treant " slowly opened and closed his right hand, assessing the body's current strength level. Then he stepped forward, placed both hands on the wooden bars of the cell, and exerted slight force to either side—
"Snap!"
After two crisp tearing sounds, the solid wood fence, about the thickness of a human thigh, was casually torn apart.
[ The Clear Soup Master's] body—no, it should now be called Adelaide —strode out of the cell.
Before him, the church's stone bricks were slowly moving to both sides under the control of the root system, and an elderly man with a solemn face and a well-proportioned figure, wearing a high-ranking robe with embroidered edges, appeared before him. It was none other than Archbishop Antiya Lisi, whom Adelaide had been longing to see.
The archbishop looked at the half-tree being he had personally transformed, a hint of doubt in his eyes:
"Who are you? Why are you controlling my Treant Hunter?"
Antiya Lisi did not believe that the man before him was an accomplice of the rebels. He smelled a stench of decay and decay in the air, a scent completely different from that of the rebels.
Adelaide recognized the old man in front of her and, suppressing her anger, asked:
" Antiya Lisi?"
The archbishop nodded:
"It's me."
"Hmph, don't you remember me?"
Do I know you?
"What audacity! Come and face your death!"