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   Chapter 501 Night of Desire

  First, there were bursts of chewing sounds, as if they were right next to my ears, then there were curses and roars, and finally there were faint moans, which made Klein, who had just calmed down by force, seem to have returned to a beautiful dream.

  Isn't this Admiral Amyrius's private residence? Why does it sound more chaotic than the Red Theater...

  Klein, who was constantly beating his heart, even wanted to close the door, return to the warm bed, and continue to sleep until dawn as if he knew nothing. Maybe tomorrow morning, this mansion will return to its former tranquility. The servants with flattering faces will help him get up and eat. The tender Cynthia will continue to hint at him in various obscure ways. The serious and respectful secretary Lu Er'an will whisper the day's itinerary beside him, just like the previous two days.

  But Klein, who has rich experience in courting death, knows that trouble has come to him and escaping will not solve the problem.

  Besides, this is the general's residence. If I encounter such an abnormality, haven't my guards assembled yet? Where is the secretary who is always at my side? What about the servants who couldn't even fit into the living room?

  Mustering up his courage, he held the "Ninth Law" in his pocket with one hand, letting the majesty and confidence of the demigod admiral infect him. With his other hand, Klein pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor.

  In front of him, a chef sat in the corner, holding a large plate filled with all kinds of raw and cooked food, including tender Dilis steak, fried fish from Port Pritz, and a large Oravi lobster with a dark shell that was still waving its huge claws.

  The chef, who had originally maintained a normal figure, now had a bulging belly, as if he was pregnant for several months. There were streams of sauce hanging from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open. He grabbed the lobster and bit it, ignoring the hard shell. With a clacking sound, tiny objects that were not sure whether they were teeth or lobster shells flew up, and he chewed and swallowed the firm meat. His

  belly, which seemed to be about to explode, bulged a little more during the swallowing action.

  "General, you've always asked us to stay in shape. Even a chef can't have a full meal, but I really want to eat a few more bites..."

  The chef murmured with a satisfied expression, grabbing another steak covered in sauce.

  "Stop!"

  Klein tried to dissuade him from this suicidal behavior, and his words carried some of the "Ninth Law" that belonged to the demigod.

  The chef's action of biting the steak froze, but it was only for a moment, and then he slowly began to move and continued to swallow the piece of meat in his mouth.

  No longer trying, Klein walked towards the direction of spiritual alertness, which was the master bedroom of this mansion, and it was also the place where Amyrius should rest under normal circumstances.

  Because he was worried about Cynthia's night attack, he deliberately chose a faraway second bedroom and locked the door. Unexpectedly...

  When passing the entrance to the corridor on the second floor connecting to the living room, he saw two maids entangled with each other. The one on top grabbed the other's neck with both hands and kept banging her head against the ground, cursing:

  "Look down on me, right?"

  "Bullying me together, huh?"

  The maid below banged her head on the carpet with a bang. Her eyes were closed and she had no reaction at all. She seemed to have fallen into a deep coma.

  Klein walked up and pulled the angry maid away from the victim and threw her far away. She hit a valuable painting and then fell to the ground and fainted.

  But even so, she still twisted her limbs, groped and climbed forward, and continued to reach out to grab the other maid.

  With the help of this short "truce time", Klein finally discovered that the "victim" was not unconscious, but was snoring slightly and couldn't wake up no matter what.

  The appetite, anger, and sleepiness accumulated during the day... Klein looked at them coldly for a few seconds, walked around them, and continued to move forward.

  Without solving the real reason that triggered their "desire", any attempt would only be a waste of time.

  In fact, Klein knew that the best way to deal with such a strange thing was to leave decisively and go to the military base at the foot of the mountain or the Storm Church in the port city to seek help.

  But they would definitely report to Amyrius, the strongest demigod on Oravi Island

  at this time. And these days, Amyrius is me... He thought helplessly, and his footsteps did not stop. He soon came to the door of the master bedroom. At first, the vague moan that made his blood boil was now extremely clear. The sound of the entangled limbs and the mysterious and familiar smell came out from the crack of the door and entered Klein's ears and nostrils.

  Let me see who is having a party in the admiral's bedroom... Taking a deep breath, Klein suddenly opened the door.

  The first thing that caught his eye was the secretary, Lu Er'an, who was leaning against the wall by the door with his arms folded. The blond young man held his head high and looked down at the room. His expression was full of arrogance, looking down on everyone.

  Hearing the sound of the door opening, he glanced sideways, his eyes seemed to be looking at a bug.

  Is this... the arrogance that is usually hidden? It can't be seen that Lu Er'an is not as respectful to the admiral as he seems...

  Giving up the seemingly normal but actually "frenzied" communication with the secretary, Klein cast his eyes in the direction Lu Er'an was observing.

  In the spacious master bedroom that occupies almost a quarter of the second floor of the mansion, figures are scattered on the carpet. Some of them are the general's guards who should be standing guard outside, and some are the maids he saw in the evening. Some are naked, some are wearing single clothes, forming various combinations of at least two people, and there is no upper limit. They are fitted together in various postures that Klein has never thought of.

  The few remaining men and women who did not participate in the action knelt down in the middle of the bedroom, but they were not idle. The brown branches were soft like tentacles, caressing their bodies, bringing them more pleasure than others. The

  panting sounds heard outside the door came from these people who were immersed in "extreme desire".

  The source of the "branches" was a huge body over three meters tall, twisted, half lying on the big bed in the middle of the room. Brown tumors grew on its fair skin. Most of them had broken. In addition to growing "branches" that stretched out to the surroundings, some had turned into huge buds that looked like certain parts of the human body. Transparent juice flowed out of them and dripped onto the white sheets.

  Fuck! What the hell is this!

  Klein felt his head explode with a bang. His body was tense, his left hand drooped, and the "creeping hunger" was ready to go. His right hand reached into his pocket and tightly grasped the "Ninth Law" spell. It was as if he had returned to the square in the center of Tingen City, and it was as if he had entered the ruins outside Backlund again.

  Sensing this undisguised hostility, a head turned towards this side from the top of the twisted body. The head, which was extremely small compared to the body, had long, smooth golden hair and blue eyes, delicate skin, and a gentle expression. It turned out to be Cynthia, the mistress who was kept by Amyrius and had tried to climb into Klein's bed several times in the past two days!

  Her face was flushed like drunkenness, and she murmured with her lips slightly opened:

  "General, I want to have a child with you..."

  No, you don't!

  At this moment, Klein's left glove instantly turned deep black, exuding an evil touch, and switched to the soul of the "Trickster" he had just herded, and possessed the ability of the "Corrupted Baron".

  This "distorted" force acted on Cynthia's statement, turning her intention of "wanting to have a child with the general" into "just a thought" instead of putting it into action.

  At the same time, he stretched out his right hand from his pocket, holding the "Ninth Law" charm made of Amyrius' blood. With the momentum of the demigod himself, Klein opened his mouth and ordered:

  "Cynthia, stop your behavior!"   

  This was the order that Amyrius, who looked serious but was gentle and sentimental, would occasionally give to his mistress, according to the information he had obtained about the admiral. No matter how much she acted, she would stop obediently at this moment. The

  distortion of the corrupted baron, the aura of the demigod, the familiar order, and the various effects superimposed on each other made the mutated Cynthia stunned for a moment. The buds and branches stopped moving, and the room was left with only the low moans of naked men and women.

  But the next second, the mistress's face bloomed with an evil smile, and the shy and excited red on her cheeks almost covered her whole body. All the buds opened and faced this side.

  "General!"

  She shouted, and the tentacle-like branches abandoned everyone else and rolled towards Klein.

  Oh no, her "target" was Amyrius, and I just made the most Amyrius-like reaction... Klein's hair stood on end, and he pounced away, and the "tentacles" were rooted one by one where he was originally standing.

  The response was completely wrong.

  When I found something wrong, I should have left quickly, reported to the church or contacted the military, even if I went to the gray fog to divine, I could get more information. But I felt that I could easily solve the anomaly and continue to play the role of admiral until the mission was completed... Isn't this a kind of "arrogance"? It

  turns out that it's not just them who have been triggered by negative "desires", but also me...

  Before he landed in the air, Klein began to examine the current situation in his mind.

  "Bang--"

  With a loud bang, new branches emerged from the floor and ceiling. They were like those growing on Cynthia's body, brown in appearance, flowing with mucus, and with flowers like human organs on the top.

  These branches continued to chase Klein's figure, hugging or rolling, and coming fiercely.

  Without hesitation, Klein, who landed, raised the "Ninth Law" spell in his right hand and recited the activation spell.

  "Law!"

  The spell absorbed spirituality, and its appearance became cold, and Klein's fingers also emitted a golden light that seemed to be substantial.

  His next words will become the law that cannot be violated in this building!

  But what restrictions should be made?

  Under the cold touch, Klein's thoughts became calm and efficient. The branches stretching out in front of him, the excited Cynthia, and the intertwined crowd seemed to be still.

  Forbid any desire? No, this is too broad. The broader the "ban", the worse the effect; what about forbidding the desire to reproduce? After all, Cynthia's only goal is this, and nothing else is urgent...

  While thinking, Klein's eyes swept across the dim moonlight outside the window, across Cynthia, who was originally an ordinary person but now had endless extraordinary power like "Megose", and across the guards and maids whose desires were ignited by "external forces".

  External forces?

  "Interaction with the outside world is prohibited here!"

  As the ancient Hermes language command was issued, the demigod power sealed inside the "Ninth Law" was activated, and the waves formed by countless symbols and signs scattered, covering the entire building, isolating some evil power from the outside.

  At the same time, Klein seemed to see the bright starry sky and a star emitting scarlet light.

  His eyes instantly burst open under the erosion of this light, and the crystals in his eyeballs mixed with blood slowly flowed down, causing him to close his eyes in pain.

  This was just a slight backlash from Klein isolating this power. If it weren't for the talisman left by the demigod admiral, this little bit of dissipated power alone would be enough to turn him into a monster like Cynthia!

  Fortunately, the external power has been isolated, and Cynthia should...

  Swish -

  two branches suddenly stretched out, wrapped around Klein's ankles, and pulled him down and forward. Other branches on the ground also came over, tightly bound his arms and pressed his neck. Under Klein's "perception" without the help of vision, Cynthia seemed to still maintain some strength, still smiling charmingly and pulling him to her side.

  "General, General..."

  she murmured.

  Klein endured the pain and tried to escape, but with his arms tied, it was difficult to use all kinds of magical items, even the flame jump. He suddenly had an idea, and after a moment of blurring, his face turned back to the thin, angular appearance of Gehrman Sparrow.

  "I'm not... not your general."

  Klein managed to say this with his lungs oppressed by the tentacle-like branches.

  Cynthia stopped in surprise and looked at Klein's unfamiliar face. After a moment, she smiled excitedly.

  "General, I didn't expect you to have such a trick..." Fuck

  , you're blinder than me!

  Klein cursed in his heart, but the breath in his chest had been squeezed out, and he couldn't even say this roar.

  When she pulls me to her side, maybe she can loosen the restraints a little. That's my only chance to flame jump... Klein, whose eyes were still in unbearable pain, made a desperate move, gave up struggling to maintain his strength, and "watched" Cynthia pull him to the bed little by little.

  "Bang——"

  The French window on the outside of the master bedroom shattered instantly, and the "isolation" that enveloped the entire house trembled. An elegant figure appeared at the window. She held a small metal bottle in her hand, and the inside was emitting the power of a god walking on the ground.

  Sharp wind blades swept through, cutting the branches that bound Klein in half. As dark red liquid flowed out from the broken ends, Klein also regained his ability to move. He touched his bleeding eyes with his right hand and pulled towards his shoulders. While his left shoulder was bloody, two intact eyeballs reappeared in his eye sockets.

  Cynthia looked coldly at the uninvited guest who disturbed her "good thing". The latter slowly walked up from the window, with the dim moonlight on his side shining on his face. It was Angel who hurried from the port city.

  "Who allowed you to touch him?"

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 502: Mutation and Judgment

  As soon as he stepped onto the balcony of this large bedroom and saw the scene inside the window, Angel's heart began to pound wildly.

  This was not only because of the naked men and women on the ground and the strange, obscene smell, but also because Klein, whose eyes had turned into blood holes and was being pulled closer to a strange monster by countless tentacles.

  He was wearing a dark blue straight general's dress, but with the appearance of "German". At this time, his body was entangled by branches of varying thicknesses, and his limbs were completely unable to move. His face was calm but still twitching from pain from time to time. Blood flowed from his eyes, making his thin face look like a tearful clown makeup.

  The whole villa seemed to be isolated by an invisible wall, and the internal breath could not be transmitted to the outside of the window. Angel tried to push the French window, but it was useless. The distance between life and death was separated by a window.

  But... this breath was somewhat similar to the "Queen Anne's Revenge".

  To be precise, it was a "low-profile version" of Anne's use of extraordinary powers to exile Klein and imprison Angel.

  It was the breath of the "Arbitrator"...

  Angel knew it, and without hesitation, he took out the metal bottle containing Anne's "blood of mythical creatures", removed the many seals on it, and put it close to the French window.

  In an instant, an extremely majestic breath came from her hand, infecting the invisible wall that separated the building, and also from her right hand holding the metal bottle to her whole body.

  "Open!"

  With this power, Angel whispered in ancient Hermes.

  The last obstacle between her and Klein disappeared.

  Kicking the locked French window, Angel stepped into the bedroom that was like a lewd venue. When the white body that was more than three meters tall and almost reached the ceiling turned around curiously, he switched the "Rose Necklace" to the soul of the Wind-loving One, condensed the air at hand, and swung out wind blades, cutting through the branches that bound Klein, and released him who was unable to move.

  "Who allowed you to touch him?"

  Angel asked resentfully, looking at the blonde hair that was slightly darker than his own and the beautiful eyes full of desire.

  "Haha, do I need your permission for what the general and I are doing?"

  The mutated Cynthia giggled shyly, but with an evil expression on her face. Her body with countless tumors and branches slowly moved, and she slowly walked down from the big bed in the middle of the room. Her lower body was made up of countless short tentacles like tree roots, which carried her heavy body forward, leaving dark red secretions behind.

  As she moved, countless branches extending from the ceiling, walls, and floor also stabbed at Angel like tentacles. In addition to attacking

  , they also swung themselves, throwing away the men and women who were still obsessed with their feelings like throwing away garbage. The blonde secretary Lu Er'an, who was standing at the door, originally looked at the scene in the room with a proud and indifferent face, but was caught off guard by the thick branches and was bitten on the head before he opened his mouth, and was thrown into the corner of the room.

  Swish—

  the "knight bracelet" on his left hand instantly turned into a long bone blade. Angel swung it horizontally, cutting off several branches attacking from the left. At the same time, he was pierced by branches on the right and above. The stamens at the tips of the branches seemed to be chewed like a mouth, but what was in his mouth was not flesh and blood, but gradually dissipating glass fragments.

  Mirror substitute!

  Angel's figure appeared from the other side of the room, waving his hand to summon a bunch of black flames, and smashed directly at Cynthia's huge body.

  At the same time, her disease also began to erode this mutated woman. Whether it was for the human body or for plants, as long as it lasted for more than a minute, various diseases would appear in her body.

  The closed environment, with all kinds of half-length mirrors and full-length mirrors, is the best place for witches to fight!

  Klein also treated the injury to his eyes. After regaining his vision, he immediately jumped to Angel's side with flames.

  "This is the general's mistress Cynthia. I don't know why she mutated and lost control tonight."

  He explained in as few words as possible.

  "What sequence?"

  Angel asked back. He found that the black flames he threw attached to and burned on Cynthia's huge body, but it was difficult to cause fatal damage. He summoned a few ice spikes and threw them out.

  "She was just an ordinary person. I suspect that there is an external force helping her... Be careful!"

  The two spiritual beings were alerted at the same time. Angel jumped up very quickly and kicked Klein with both feet. He jumped in the opposite direction. Klein blocked with his hands tacitly, and with the help of the force of the kick, he also left the place. The

  next second, the floor shattered, and a branch that had drilled here at some point stretched out, with a large stamen opening, as if it was a huge mouth that could devour people, just like the giant carnivorous plant on the southern continent.

  More branches drilled out from everywhere, and their huge mouths opened one after another. Wet mucus flowed down, making the floor that had already been drilled into pieces by them even filthier.

  Cynthia's face, a mixture of anger and jealousy, looked extremely ferocious in the moonlight. She looked tenderly at Klein, who had turned back into German but was still recognized as the "general", and then looked at Angel, who had just had an "intimate conversation with the general", with a murderous look. Her huge body was shaking, as if she was brewing some emotions.

  "Try to cut off the influence of external forces."

  Klein followed his previous battle strategy and reminded him. At the same time, the "creeping hunger" in his left hand turned into pure, brilliant gold, and he possessed the ability of a "priest of light".

  He opened his hands, embraced the sun, and was about to emit the "holy light" that could purify evil.

  But he immediately followed the threatening branches that bound him, forcing him to stop praising the sun and use "flame jumping" to come to the other side of the room opposite Angel.   

  He wanted to use the mutated Cynthia's obsession with Amyrius to buy Angel some time!

  Cut off the influence of external forces... Was the "invisible wall" that enveloped the entire building just now Klein's attempt?

  Angel's mind was turning quickly, and his eyes looked at the metal bottle in his hand.

  It contained the blood of the mythical creature of Sequence 2 of the "Arbitrator" pathway. Although it was unclear what abilities the high-sequence Annie had, there was no doubt that it could do everything that the medium and low-sequence creatures could do.

  Moreover, Annie once said that at a critical moment, he could use this drop of blood to ask her for help.

  Holding the metal bottle tightly in his right hand, Angel closed his eyes slightly, his purple eyes were deep and peaceful, and he entered a semi-meditative state.

  The effect from the "Sword of Dawn" made her grip increase dramatically, and she easily pinched open the outer wall of the metal bottle. The drop of golden blood, which was not large in size, exuded endless pressure and slowly flowed out of the bottle. It mixed with the blood that flowed out of Angel's palm when the bottle cut it, and suddenly emitted a golden glow.

  As if she felt a greater threat, Cynthia turned around abruptly. Her blue and gentle eyes turned scarlet. Her lips, which usually whispered in Amyrius's ear as if they could melt all barriers, opened as wide as possible, even the corners of her mouth were torn apart.

  "Ah————"

  A sound wave containing all kinds of desires came out of her mouth, sweeping across the entire bedroom in an instant. The naked men and women on the ground fell to the ground one by one, and those who were close to them had blood oozing from their mouths and noses. Lu Er'an, who struggled to climb up from the corner of the wall, groaned, rolled his eyes, and lost consciousness again.

  If Cynthia hadn't subconsciously avoided the direction of the "General", Klein, who was very close, would have fallen to the ground like his temporary secretary, but even so, he felt dizzy and could hardly stand still with the balance ability of the "Joker".

  A golden light appeared beside Angel, isolating the power that came from outside the building, as if it came from the endless starry sky.

  "Law!"

  She raised her right hand forward, the golden light in her palm became even stronger, and she shouted loudly.

  The ancient Hermetic words triggered the power of the angels in his hands. A slightly immature female voice overlapped with Angel's words, adding to the power of this word.

  "This place is isolated from the world!"

  Two cold and lively words issued commands at the same time. Angel seemed to see Anne, who was thousands of miles away, making the same movements as her.

  Then, a bright but illusory starry sky appeared in front of her eyes, and she witnessed the light from a scarlet star being isolated outside the room.

  The light hit repeatedly unwillingly, but was easily blocked by Anne's weak body in the distance.

  "Hmph."

  The last thing that came to his ear was her disdainful snort.

  The vision returned to normal, and Angel saw that Cynthia, who was about to continue to roar and bursting with tumors all over her body, suddenly stopped moving. Her white body, which was stained with brown juice, gradually disintegrated and turned into a pool of flesh and blood. One by one, the branches and stamens growing from various places fell off, and the branches broke and fell to the ground.

  The only intact branch stretched out to Klein like an arm. Cynthia's head, which had fallen into the flesh and blood, spoke in a half-doubted and half-confused voice:

  "General..."

  The "party" of the general's guards and maids around her had been silent at this time due to the isolation of external forces and Cynthia's previous roar. Only this trembling word echoed in the bedroom where you could hear a pin drop.

  "Next time, don't believe in strange religions..."

  Klein walked closer and half squatted down. Looking at Cynthia who was gradually waking up and showing pain and fear on her face, he sighed and said.

  "No, no, General... Save me, I don't want to die yet!

  "The Celestial Sect, the Mother Tree of Desire, it was them, they said that this way... they can have a child with you..."

  "Save me..."

  Her voice gradually became low, and a few tears shed from her blue eyes, sliding down her face and mixing with the filthy flesh and blood under her head.

  The remaining part of her body was not enough to continue to maintain her life without external help.

  "Don't be afraid. Death is not the end, but the ladder to the side of the gods."

  Angel also came forward and said softly. The blood of Anne in her hand had evaporated in the use just now. At this time, only a mark of sword and shield overlapping and scales in the middle was left at the base of her palm. It soon disappeared under the skin that had stopped bleeding, but the incomparable majesty was still lingering beside her. The comforting words spoken at this time were like a blessing from the gods.

  Hearing this, Cynthia closed her eyes in despair and squeezed out the last few tears in her eyes, but a trace of expectation for the afterlife and the gods appeared on her face.

  Klein stood up, opened his hands, and his face turned into the appearance of Amyrius, as if he was hugging Cynthia before parting.

  A thick, bright beam of light fell, purifying the last trace of her left in the world.

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 503 What is the Admiral's Purpose?

  Thousands of miles away, on an unnamed island southwest of Hakata Port.

  Admiral Amyrius Levitt's clothes had long been dried in the hot sun during the day, and now they were wrinkled and hung on his body. He could have used his extraordinary power to make some changes that would benefit his image, but there was no ghost on the island, so there was no need for that.

  His hawk-like eyes kept passing by the nearby coastline, looking for the legendary ghost ship, but found nothing. After

  a day and a night on the island, he had visited every inch of the coast. Unless this warship of the Trunsost Empire could sail on land, he should have found it long ago.

  The only possibility is that it has been driven away by someone else...

  He kicked away the stone blocking the road and listened to the sound of it falling into the sea below the cliff, but Amyrius did not feel too disappointed.

  This is the benefit of not having too much hope - you won't be too disappointed.

  His emotional management has always been very good.

  After taking a look at the nearly full moon that enveloped the earth with brilliant light, Amyrius sighed and turned to walk towards the beach not far away.

  Since the secret operation to find the ghost ship failed, he had to set off on his journey home tonight, otherwise he would not be able to return to Oravi Island within the agreed time. The crazy adventurer had been the "Admiral" for too long, and he didn't know if he would make some messes that he couldn't clean up.

  Humph, anyway, as long as his brother Austin was still the governor, his mistress Cynthia didn't put a strange hat on him, and the royal spy Lueran didn't find any problems, he could solve other small things.

  At the top of the mountain behind him, a black-haired barefoot figure stood in the air, and her golden eyes glanced at Amyrius who was leaving in despair.

  "Humph."

  She snorted and raised her right hand. At the root of her originally smooth and white palm, there was a strange mark that was symmetrical on the left and right, different on the top and bottom, and shaped like a building in a rainstorm.

  This seemed to be a simplified version of the "disaster" spell that tried to kill her that day, but there was no trace of destruction and disaster.

  "The connection has deepened?"

  Anne said softly in doubt, looking up to the northeast, as if looking at a certain location thousands of miles away.

  Then, black lines flashed around her, outlining the outline of a huge three-masted warship.

  The mast of the sailing ship that seemed to be in the spiritual world had not yet been erected, and the deck was still empty, but it had already begun to possess the power of the legendary warship that was famous in the five seas two thousand years ago.

  ————

  In the bedroom that had become dim and quiet again, Klein stared at the wreckage that was still emitting green smoke, but the changes and pollution inside had been purified by the holy light. After a long time, he reached out and picked up a necklace that fell on the wreckage. It was hung with a pendant that looked like a shrunken rhino horn. It seemed to have no spirituality, but intuition told the two that all the changes tonight came from it.

  The Mother Tree of Desire, the Celestial Sect, the strange night, the magnified desire... Angel and Klein still had various doubts in their hearts, but most of the questions were buried with Cynthia's death, and the rest needed further investigation.

  Neither of them mentioned spiritualism or divination. Even a demigod would not dare to touch such obvious pollution. The only way to deal with it was to purify everything in the fire. The

  naked guards and servants around them, who were still entangled with others recklessly a few minutes ago, had now gotten rid of the endless desires in their hearts and fainted. However, looking at their mouths and noses that had stopped bleeding and listening to their relatively stable breathing, they should not have suffered life-threatening injuries.   

  Of course, it was necessary to ask the Church of the True God to deal with it to a certain extent afterwards. Facing such pollution that was no less than the "True Creator", it was never too cautious.

  In fact, the pollution caused by the "Mother Tree of Desire" that Cynthia mentioned was much stronger than the several "Evil God Events" that the two of them had seen before. It was unheard of even in the files of the Nighthawks to suddenly turn an ordinary person into a mutant creature with combat power almost equivalent to Sequence 5, not to mention the aura that filled the entire building and made people's inner desires rise extremely high.

  Of course, the only exception was Megose who appeared in Tingen five months ago, but that was the vessel for the descendant of the evil god to descend, which was almost equivalent to an incomplete descent of God!

  Could it be that the "Mother Tree of Desire" was also an evil god with a status similar to the "True Creator"? Rather than a primitive belief like the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa?

  Thinking in her mind, Angel and Klein checked the servants who had fainted, so as not to miss some special cases with serious injuries. Then, she looked at Klein, who still looked like Amyrius and had a sense of majesty, and asked:

  "What's next? Do you want to end this 'commission'?"

  "If I run away now, the admiral will definitely attribute all the problems to me. I can only stay, handle everything, and wait for him to come back and explain in person."

  Klein shook his head and answered softly. Seeing that Angel was gradually approaching, he quietly stepped back two steps, turned his body sideways, avoided the other party's sight, and hid the physical abnormality that appeared since he woke up from the dream.

  But the instinct of the "Faceless Man" still made him notice the changes in the other party's expression and eyes.

  "By the way, why did you come here tonight?"

  In order to ease the embarrassment, Klein asked casually, but his eyes looked elsewhere, pretending to search for clues left on the battlefield.

  "Of course it's divination. I'm a master of divination..." As if he had expected this question, Angel showed a sly smile and took a few steps closer. "I saw everything in the magic mirror, such as whether your role-playing these days went smoothly, whether your identity was exposed, and... a strange dream?"

  "Dream, what dream?"

  Trying his best to keep his expression unchanged, Klein turned his head and asked back, his tone was righteous and his eyes did not evade.

  This response made Angel feel a little guilty. She really couldn't tell her about the strange scene she saw in her dream, especially when she found out that the person under Klein was actually herself, which made her feel an inexplicable sense of shame.

  Moreover, the battle in this bedroom, the obscene smell that permeated the room, and the agitated desire made her cheeks red and her body hot. At this time, she recalled the scene in the magic mirror divination, and she couldn't speak. She could only hum lightly and turn her head away without saying anything.

  Seeing that he had won the verbal battle, Klein smiled again. Just as he was about to seize the opportunity to take over, he heard a humming sound behind him. He looked back and saw that it was the blonde secretary Lu Er'an who had been hit by a branch and knocked into the corner of the wall and fainted under Cynthia's desperate roar. The latter had regained some consciousness and was moving his hands and feet, as if he was about to open his eyes.

  "You leave first, I..."

  He hurriedly looked in the direction of Angel, but found that the other party had disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the "isolation" power that enveloped the surroundings dissipated, and the crimson moon in the sky once again shone its light on the building.

  With a hint of loss and a hint of relief, Klein slowly walked to Lu Er'an's side and found that his neatly combed, shiny blonde hair had a few signs of corrosion when it was "taken away" by the branch buds, and then hit his head against the wall. But this injury was not a big deal for a Beyonder who was at least Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5, so he did not squat down to rescue him, but kicked the secretary who began to unconsciously squirm with his toes.

  This is what a superior does, and he was not respectful to me just now... He thought, and kicked Lu Er'an a few more times, kicking him awake, and he looked at him blankly. The

  force of these kicks was somewhat personal.

  (End of this chapter)

   The truth behind Chapter 504 is shocking...

  Although this young secretary of Amyrius has an arrogant heart, at least he does not show it in his daily life and work. On the contrary, this arrogance makes him work more efficiently than ordinary people.

  Klein took a short nap in the admiral's office and cut out an ugly paper man to clean up the traces of today's battle. Then, Lueran returned here with a man in his thirties who was in a depressed state.

  "Your Excellency the Admiral, this is the leader of the Celestial Cult on Oravi Island, Follett Ken, a 'madman'."

  He lowered his head, which was still high two hours ago, and reported softly.

  "Madman" naturally does not refer to the mental state of this cult leader, but Sequence 8 of the "Prisoner" pathway. Klein has learned about this pathway from Sharon and Maric in Backlund. They are almost all members of the "Rose School". Sharon and her friends belong to the "Temperance" faction, while the "Indulgence" faction has "fine traditions" such as killing, bloody sacrifices, and promiscuity, which overlap greatly with what happened tonight.

  According to this "madman", they are a branch of the "Rose School", which was preached and developed by the school's saint Zatwin. The "Bound God" of the Rose School is an incarnation of the "Mother Tree of Desire". What they really believe in is the evil and secretive god of the "Mother Tree of Desire".

  Facing this kind of cultist, Klein was not polite. He switched "Creeping Hunger" to the interrogator's soul in a covert way, releasing a certain amount of pressure to replace the "Ninth Law" spell that had been used, and soon asked everything from Follett.

  His initial guess was correct. It was indeed the black rhino horn-shaped pendant that contaminated Cynthia, and the so-called "fertility necklace" was provided by the Celestial Cult.

  As long as Cynthia took the powder ground from the pendant and devoutly recited the name of the "Mother Tree of Desire" believed in by the Celestial Cult, "Amyrius" would be unable to resist her temptation and would be more likely to conceive a child with this extraordinary person at that time.

  As for Cynthia's purpose, Lu Er'an also investigated it clearly from her parents. In order for her family to grow and develop on Oravi Island, and for Cynthia's own selfish reasons, she decided to give birth to a child with extraordinary abilities to keep the admiral's heart.

  As far as I know, Amyrius already has his own family. However, with his old-fashioned and sentimental character, if this child is born, he might really fulfill Cynthia's intention... Klein felt a little annoyed when he heard this, but he couldn't show obvious changes in his expression. He could only snort coldly, holding up the ox horn pendant, emphasizing his tone and the effect of "spiritual piercing", and asked:

  "What is the real function of this necklace!"

  He seemed to have already made up his mind. His tone was not questioning but confirmation, but in fact it was just a guess. After all, such a cult is not "Guanyin who delivers children". Will it do good things without leaving a name?

  Under his oppression, Follet, who had exhausted his strength in the battle with Luran to capture him, quickly surrendered and roared like a madman:

  "It, it can pollute you through close contact!

  "As long as Cynthia uses this pendant, takes the powder, and recites the honorific name of the 'Mother Tree of Desire', you can be polluted while giving birth to a child and become his believer, no, his follower!

  "The 'Mother Tree of Desire' surpasses the Seven Gods and the 'True Creator'. It is the only true god, and you, Admiral, are His chosen one!"

  He became more and more excited as he spoke, and even had the tendency to stand up. It was not until Lueran behind him snorted that he knelt down again with sweat all over his forehead.

  Based on the other party's answer, Klein could guess the ultimate goal of the Celestial Cult.

  The polluted Admiral Amyrius would be unacceptable to the kingdom's laws and the Orthodox Cult. He could only secretly go along with them and gradually become a devout believer of the "Mother Tree of Desire", taking care of the development of the Celestial Cult on Oravi Island and providing them with shelter.

  Even after his and Cynthia's child who was favored by the "Mother Tree of Desire" grew up, the cult could go a step further and spread their beliefs to other colonies and even within the kingdom.

  The plan was beautiful, but I think with the Seven Gods' strict defense, your strategy would most likely stop at this small island... Klein was surprised at first, and a little scared, but thinking about it carefully, it would be difficult for this to succeed.

  Because I abided by my inner principles, I did not have close contact with Cynthia during the role-playing process, so I did not notice her abnormality in the two days of life. As a result, the mistress who repeatedly took the "Fertility Necklace" powder eventually accumulated too much pollution in her body and mutated.

  If it was Amyrius himself, he might be happy with Cynthia's initiative and try to have a relationship with her, but this demigod has the ability to easily see whether the other party is a Beyonder. When he has close contact with Cynthia, he is very likely to see the pollution in her body and make appropriate responses.

  So if I hadn't happened to replace Amyrius, your plan would have... Wait?

  A thought suddenly flashed through Klein's mind.   

  He stopped Lueran, who was listening to Follet's confession and was ignoring the interpersonal relationships around Cynthia and was asking for forgiveness with a serious face, and leaned forward to approach the kneeling Celestial Cult leader and asked:

  "Who instructed you to plot this?"

  Follet, who had collapsed under the continuous questioning and mental oppression, answered honestly:

  "At first, it was Cynthia who found us through her parents. I sold her the 'Fertility Necklace' at a high price and did not let her take the powder, but, but... 'The Mother Tree of Desire' instructed me to go one step further in my dream and bring you His blessing!"

  The direct instructions of the evil god were equivalent to an oracle. If it was just the first plan, it would not be easy for Amyrius or me to discover it... Klein somewhat confirmed his thoughts, but he continued to ask:

  "When did you have the dream?"

  "This Wednesday, February 9th, that night a ship with a broken mast came to the dock, I remember it very clearly..."

  Sure enough...

  Klein's guess was finally confirmed.

  He looked at his secretary, Lu Er'an, who was standing beside him. His blond hair had lost its shine in the previous turmoil, but his expression was still meticulous.

  "You go out first."

  He did not explain the reason. This was the privilege of being a superior.

  Lu Er'an nodded, quickly walked to the door, and gently closed it. With the click of the door lock, the entire study became quiet, as if isolated from the outside world.

  Even using extraordinary abilities? Excluding his inner arrogance, he is indeed an excellent secretary... Klein looked at Follet with satisfaction and asked the last question:

  "After the 'Mother Tree of Desire' issued the order, what else did you do?"

  "We... followed His revelation that night and used the powder of the 'Fertility Necklace' to perform a ceremony to amplify the appetite of a homeless man. He, he seemed to have died of gluttony after overeating..."

  Sure enough, the candidate who was originally scheduled to play Amyrius was also "solved" by them...

  After getting the last piece of the puzzle, Klein stopped talking and his thoughts ran fast.

  On a certain day before February 9, the Celestial Cult had already made preparations to provide Cynthia with the "Necklace of Reproduction" so that she would have the opportunity to give birth to Amyrius' child. But on Wednesday, February 9, when Angel and I arrived at Oravi Island one after another, Follet received the revelation of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in his dream and changed the plan. He used the "explosive appetite" to make the homeless man who was originally chosen as Amyrius' substitute die of overeating. Bilt of the Adventurer Mutual Aid Association could only ask me to become his appearance to replace him.

  At the same time, Cynthia's "help" was also upgraded. Not only did she wear the necklace to seduce the admiral, she even took the necklace powder, accumulating the pollution of the "Mother Tree of Desire" in her body. Once you have an intimate relationship with her, you will inevitably be contaminated by this evil god and become his favored one.

  I initially thought that their target was Amyrius, but according to this timeline, the target of the "Mother Tree of Desire" is actually me!

  No, it's not just me... If I hadn't resisted the temptation and had sex with Cynthia in the past few days, she wouldn't have mutated due to the accumulation of too much pollution. As a mid-sequence, I wouldn't have been able to see the hidden contamination, and the whole thing would have gone through without me noticing.

  And after that, after completing the commission and turning back into myself, there's a high probability that something will happen between me and Angel...

  Thinking of this, Klein's face turned pale, and even the Faceless Man's ability to maintain an unchanged expression couldn't cover it up.

  According to the true plan of the Celestial Cult and the Mother Tree of Desire, both of us will eventually be contaminated by Him and become His believers and His followers!

  (End of this chapter)

   Chapter 505: The Return of the Admiral After

  discovering that the target of the "Mother Tree of Desire" was him, Klein's thoughts suddenly became much clearer.

  The opponent's design was flawless, and because all the executors thought it was aimed at "Amyrius", my excellent "Faceless Man" role did not reveal any flaws, but became my own shackles. Even divination could not find the problem... He reflected on his experience in the past few days, and his back under the general's uniform was cold.

  Before accepting this commission, Klein performed divination on the gray fog to eliminate interference as usual, and concluded that playing "Amyrius" would not cause him any danger, so he came here happily to earn a reward of 1,000 pounds.

  Was the gray fog disturbed, and was disturbed in a way that I didn't notice? Or is becoming a favored person of the "Mother Tree of Desire" not considered "dangerous"?

  The most important thing is that this matter was easily solved by him and Angel without any damage?

  Of course, part of the reason is that I am no longer as innocent as I was when I first came to this world. I was not tempted by Cynthia, and even ignored her in the dream caused by desire...

  Angel's quick arrival and the blood of Anne in her hand made the pollution planned by the "Mother Tree of Desire" a joke.

  In reverse, the divination result on the gray fog, "no danger", is really correct. Except for the minor injury on my shoulder and the loss of the precious "Ninth Law" spell, I did not suffer any losses at all, and even strengthened the experience of playing the "Faceless Man"...

  If there is some kind of interference, then... Angel and I will not be "arranged" by someone again, right?

  His mind was gradually filled with a paste called doubt. He could not draw a conclusion for the time being, and he did not want to let Follett Ken in front of him wait too long, so he said:

  "In addition to the recent incident, what other things have you done that violated the laws of the kingdom and violated the customs and customs?"

  This suddenly relaxed question made Follett stunned, and his originally flustered expression took on a hint of flattery. Is

  this admiral no longer angry? Did he think it was not worth it to go against the Mother Tree of Desire for the sake of a mistress and the School of Roses? He

  asked me if I had violated the law, was he planning to make me his "black glove" and do some dirty work that was inconvenient to be handed down to the secretary just now?

  Thinking that he had escaped a disaster, Follett's mind began to become active, and even his crushed spirit improved a little. He began to introduce his crimes in recent years.

  Because he was worried that "Amyrius" would think that he was incompetent, he did not hide anything and even exaggerated a little.

  What about executing traitorous believers, skinning them alive, and cutting off all the protruding parts of their bodies; what about using the sect's concept of "liberating nature" as an excuse to defile many ladies; what about killing entire families in order to seize property, not even sparing children...

  He exaggerated the story and was delighted to see a satisfied smile on the face of the admiral in front of him.

  "That's enough."

  Klein said with a smile, but his eyes were cold.

  He stood up from behind the table and walked to Follett, who was still kneeling on the ground. He raised his left hand, and the palm of his black leather glove slowly cracked open, forming a translucent giant mouth that was several times larger than his palm. The two rows of illusory teeth inside were like spikes from hell.

  "Ah..."

  A short scream echoed in the study, but was blocked inside by the barrier set up by Lueran, and no sound came out. It was not

  until the "Creeping Hunger" had a full meal that Klein silently picked up the Beyonder characteristic belonging to the "Madman" on the ground, used the flame to burn the remaining pieces of clothes, and lit a paper man by the way, annihilating everything that happened in the study. Then he pulled the bell to let the blonde secretary waiting outside the door lift the ban and enter the room.

  "Give orders to let the naval base cooperate with the police system of Olawi to clean up the "Natural Sect" cultists on the island, and it would be best if we could catch the "Rose School" members behind them."

  Klein gave the order coldly, attributing the whole incident tonight to the cultists' plan.

  He thought that this was in line with the reaction of a superior who had just been plotted against and lost his beloved woman. As a military demigod, his reason for cracking down on the local cult organization was also very legitimate.

  Moreover, it was in my own interest...

  Thinking of this, he felt that the "Faceless Man" potion in his body and the behavior he played were once again in harmony, and he had partially digested it.

  ————

  Returning to his residence tiredly, Angel took a quick bath, calmed his inner restlessness, changed into a light dress, and then completely relaxed and lay on the large sofa in the living room.

  This time, he went to Admiral Amyrius's mansion and solved the contaminated general's mistress Cynthia. She did not suffer any substantial damage, but her spirituality was almost exhausted and she needed to rest urgently.

  Therefore, when she found that the blonde secretary had signs of waking up, she immediately left the scene invisibly, and by the way, she lifted the barrier formed by Anne's blood stimulation, so that no one in the entire building could leave later.

  Anne...

  She stretched out her right hand and looked at her palm. Unlike the teardrop-shaped mark that was formed after Mr. Fool pulled her into the Tarot Club, the sword-and-shield symbol that appeared after using Anne's blood just now was now hidden at the base of her palm. The skin scratched by the metal bottle had healed, but a few gray marks could still be seen.

  "Did the use of that drop of blood strengthen my connection with her?"

  Gently stroking the place where the symbol was hidden and feeling the slight itch on his skin, Angel smiled, but it was soon replaced by worry.   

  Klein still had to clean up the mess there and wait for the return of the real Admiral Amyrius. Why did the so-called "Mother Tree of Desire" plot such a conspiracy during the days when he was acting? Was it aimed at Amyrius or Klein?

  If I hadn't divined something unusual and rushed to the scene, he might not have been able to deal with this crisis easily. In other words, my divination saved him... But what kind of hidden power did the strange scarlet and gray fog during the divination come from?

  Afterwards, successful divination is obviously one of the keys to solving the problem. This means that there is a power helping me, or guiding me to help Klein?

  Angel was half lying on the sofa, with a lot of thoughts in her mind, but like Klein who was thinking about the "Mother Tree of Desire" in the mansion far away in the middle of the mountain, she did not get the final conclusion. Instead, she fell asleep quickly under the crimson moonlight outside the window, and gradually recovered her spirituality and physical strength in her dream.

  "Klein..."

  Not knowing what she dreamed of, she twisted her body and called softly.

  The moonlight covered her like a veil.

  ————

  For the next whole day, Klein stayed in Amyrius' villa and canceled all the original arrangements. The reason was ready: he was slightly injured in the attack of the Celestial Cult and it was inconvenient to travel.

  This is the privilege of a demigod. Even if his brother, the Governor of Oravi Island, Austin, was stripped of his official title because he violated certain bottom lines, as long as Amyrius did not personally participate and did not make a big mistake, his behavior can be forgiven.

  After all, in any organization, a young and strong demigod is the absolute backbone.

  The servants who were injured in the attack last night were quickly replaced, and the guards were also replaced. The Storm Church's Punishers stationed in Oravi Island came and took away a few unlucky people who were really contaminated. They will be evaluated after treatment to decide on the next disposal.

  "I hope the Punishers' methods are not much more brutal than the Nightwatchers..."

  Klein sighed and looked at the garden below the study window. The number of guards and maids around was obviously less than the previous two days. This was the result of Lueran's coordination and temporary addition of manpower.

  Compared with Klein, who was busy and idle, the blonde secretary was busy all day. As the admiral's secretary, he had to turn down all banquets and meetings for Klein and take care of everything in the villa. As a Beyonder, he had to coordinate with the Punishers and the military. Finally, as a soldier, he had to lead the team to fight against the Celestial Sect and complete the orders of his superiors.

  Under the other party's careful arrangement, Klein was able to rest comfortably in the villa for a day, enjoying high-standard food, flipping through the admiral's collection of books, listening to the continuous "good news" of the arrest operation, and after nightfall, he took a nice bath and returned to the bedroom.

  Of course, it was still the second bedroom farthest from the master bedroom. The master bedroom was turned into a ruin by Cynthia, and it was impossible for anyone to live there in the short term. He also had a great shadow on it. It

  was not until the early hours of the morning that Klein was awakened from a normal dream. He subconsciously looked around and listened to the sounds outside the door. He was relieved until he found nothing unusual.

  No, there was indeed someone... His spirituality was alerted, and he looked at the door. A middle-aged man appeared there at some point.

  He got out of bed and walked to the door. He found that the other person was Amyrius who had been away for three days. He was wearing the windbreaker and shirt he wore when he left, and looked at this side with a serious face.

  "I'm back."

  The admiral said in a deep voice. He went straight to his home when he returned to Oravi Island. When he came to this bedroom, he had not had time to check the situation at home, but the sudden decrease in the number of people in the villa still made him smell something wrong, and his tone was a little serious.

  "What are the items you left before you left?"

  Klein confirmed cautiously.

  "A 'Ninth Law' spell, made with my blood."

  Amyrius answered impatiently, took a few steps closer, exposed his face to the moonlight outside the window, and asked:

  "Lürran is not in the villa, and there are fewer guards and maids. What happened in the past few days?"

  Taking a deep breath, Klein looked directly into the other's blue eyes and reported one by one:

  "Your secretary was injured, but it's not a big problem. He is still out all night arresting the 'Cult of the Celestial Body'."

  "Many of the guards and maids in the villa were injured or even contaminated. They are receiving treatment in the church."

  "Your brother, Governor Austin was dismissed from his post and has left Oravi Island and returned to Backlund. The inauguration dinner of the new governor should have just ended."

  "Your Miss Cynthia was contaminated by the 'Mother Tree of Desire' and turned into a monster. Fortunately, I found it and it has been resolved."

  "Your master bedroom is completely destroyed. Of course, its repair costs should be much lower than the bathhouse at the naval base."

  As Klein spoke, Amyrius' serious and old-fashioned expression could not help but become more and more surprised.

  Is this really Oravi Island, my villa?

  I've only been away for three days, how come I seem to have arrived in another world?

  (End of this chapter)