Chapter 71 The Empathic Puppet Pulls the Puppet Towards Itself
Ancia instinctively wanted to activate the teleportation crystal to return to the mage tower, but the moment she raised her finger, she abruptly lowered it again.
The teleportation array brought her here, so Merri must be nearby. She doesn't know how much truth there is to the old king's warrant, but one thing is certain: Merri is in danger right now. She can't escape, and she absolutely cannot miss this only chance.
Ancia asked coldly, "Where is Merrith?"
The Lord of Lust pushed away the high-ranking demon in his arms, leaned forward slightly, and carefully examined Ancia. After a moment, he suddenly realized that he had seen her in Mertri's memories. "So the belief that supported him in resisting the transformation into a demon general was you."
It chuckled, “The Abyss has bestowed upon him the title of Lord of Slaughter. Since the Abyss’s birth, the seven Demon Generals’ seats have been expanded to eight for him. But he has always been unwilling to completely transform, failing to live up to the Abyss’s favor. So he can only be handed over to me, who is best at tormenting people’s hearts. But you’ve come at the right time. Since you’ve delivered yourself to my door, I have a way to destroy his futile struggles.”
They want to turn Mortley into a demon?! But judging from their words, Mortley hasn't been fully transformed yet, and now they want to target her and destroy her beliefs.
Ancia was on high alert. Several golden lights flashed across her staff, and a blinding spell and a damage reflection shield appeared simultaneously. However, the Lord of Lust simply waved his hand casually, and the magic dissipated silently like wisps of smoke.
Faced with a demon general whose strength surpasses that of a nine-star demon, the resistance of a five-star priest could not even provoke it.
*Smack*
The Lord of Lust snapped his fingers, and Ancia's magic was sealed, rendering her unable to use magic like an ordinary person.
A chilling power clung to her soul. Ancia stared in shock at her hands. The magic within her body ceased to circulate; she couldn't mobilize even a trace of magic. The values on her attribute panel were still there, but she was completely unable to resonate with the staff.
The Lord of Lust had stepped down from his throne and was getting closer. Two wisps of demonic energy transformed into ropes and bound her up.
Ancia: "Where are you taking me?"
The Lord of Lust walked ahead, smiling broadly, "I'll take you to see Merrith."
The magic rope propelled Ancia forward, and she stumbled through the long corridor paved with gold bricks, entering a dark and damp cell. The cell was enclosed on all sides, reeking of mildew, with a rough and uneven floor. The only light source was a magical wall lamp. Near the top of the wall, close to the ceiling, there was a narrow slit, barely wide enough for an arm to pass through, which could barely be considered a window.
Ancia fell to the ground, tightly bound by the magic rope, unable to break free.
The Lord of Lust smiled, and an eerie pink light gathered at his fingertips. His nails swept across the air, and a small wound appeared out of nowhere on Ancia's cheek. Blood slowly filled the wound, only to be taken away by the Lord of Lust. The pink light and her blood merged, gradually outlining a human figure.
A lifelike puppet appeared, looking exactly like Ancia except for its closed eyes.
The Lord of Lust grabbed the puppet by the collar. Although Ancia was not touched, she strangely felt her collar being lifted upwards by a force. She looked at the Lord of Lust in disbelief.
“That’s right, it’s a sympathetic puppet.” The Lord of Lust chuckled, his tone full of pleasure and anticipation. “The show is about to begin, and you will be the best audience.”
The Lord of Lust, carrying the puppet, moved swiftly and passed directly through the prison wall. After it left, the wall rapidly rippled and turned into a transparent water curtain. On the other side of the water curtain was an identical prison room, except that a man with his head hanging down was suspended from the wall by thick chains.
He was suspended by chains, his body limp and hanging down, his chest barely rising and falling, and his breath weak.
Ancia recognized him at a glance and exclaimed, "Morley!" She struggled to her feet and lunged at the water curtain. Her body crashed into the water curtain with a dull thud, but the water curtain remained motionless.
"Murthy! Wake up!" But Murthy in the next cell remained motionless and unresponsive.
Only the Lord of Lust smiled and glanced back at her, mocking her futile efforts.
The voice of the Lord of Lust came through the water curtain, "Mortley, look at the toy I brought you." It casually threw the puppet on the cell floor, and Ancia simultaneously felt the back of her head hit the ground, forcing a muffled groan from the dull pain.
Merriel's head remained drooping, while the Lord of Lust lifted his chin, exposing his pale face to the wall lamp.
Ancia could clearly see that Merritt's eyes were unfocused, and his originally dark red eyes had almost completely turned scarlet, staring blankly at the demon general in front of him.
The Lord of Lust smiled with satisfaction, his smile filled with malice. "Let's play a fun game. Let's see how long your pitiful will can hold out under the most intense fog of desire. But it doesn't matter if you can't hold out, here's a toy for you to vent your frustrations on. When you come to your senses, you'll find that the belief you fought so hard to protect has already been destroyed by your own hands..."
It imagined that scene and sighed, "When that time comes, welcome to our new companion, the Lord of Slaughter born of desire!"
The Lord of Lust laughed heartily, snapped his fingers, and a thick pink mist spread out. Even he himself inhaled a bit, his cheeks flushed red, his breathing became heavy, and his figure disappeared outside the cell, leaving only an echo, "...It's a pity I can't witness it with my own eyes, but it's alright, I will wait for you in the palace."
Pink mist swirled and quickly enveloped Merriel completely.
The puppet seemed immune to the fog; Ancia showed no reaction. She looked nervously at Merri, her heart pounding.
The pink mist was completely inhaled by Murtrie. After a long while, his wrist suddenly twitched, the chains rattled slightly, and he raised his head. His face was flushed with an abnormal redness, and his scarlet eyes were filled with pain.
Murtrie's breathing gradually became heavier, his chest began to heave, and sweat seeped from his forehead, dripping down his jawline to the ground.
The chains rattled more frequently, clattering and clanging wildly. Finally, with a muffled groan, Merrito broke the chains and knelt on the ground.
Ancia could clearly hear his heavy breathing, and her own heart began to race. She pressed herself tightly against the water curtain, watching Murtrie with worry. That pink mist must be…
The Lord of Lust only inhaled a little before he couldn't help but return to the palace to vent his desires. What will happen to Merri, who absorbed a hundred times more?
Merri is in a bad state. He feels like his blood is boiling. He is in the process of transforming into a demon, and his body temperature has dropped significantly. The heat in his body is an intense torment for him. He is almost being burned by desire, and his mind is filled with the search for an outlet for this discomfort.
He gasped for breath, barely managing to stand up. Under the dual corrosive influence of the pink mist and the demonic blood within him, his rationality gradually crumbled, and he was driven by instinct, staggering towards the puppet. He moved to the puppet's side, half-kneeling, gazing at the face that had been supporting him in resisting the transformation.
Is it a dream? Or an illusion?
How did Ancia end up here?
He reached out with trembling hands, touched the puppet's soft cheeks, then abruptly pulled back, letting out a suppressed whimper.
On the other side of the water curtain, Ancia's breath hitched. She felt hot fingertips touch her face briefly and then leave, leaving only a hot trail.
"Ugh... Murtrie, wake up!" she shouted, instinctively trying to cast a cleansing spell on Murtrie, but the unresponsive magic within her body reminded her that she couldn't use any magic right now.
The water curtain blocked out the sound, and Merriel didn't hear Ancia's voice at all; he was just staring intently at the puppet in front of him.
He reached out to the puppet again, tracing the back of his hand down from the corner of the puppet's eye to its chin.
Ancia curled up, trying to avoid the touch that wasn't directly on her body, but no matter how many steps she took back, the burning fingertips kept touching her face. She gritted her teeth, her heart filled with rage.
The Lord of Lust, watching this scene in the water mirror within the palace, smiled with satisfaction, a hint of anticipation flashing in its eyes. It no longer needed to see what happened next. It chuckled softly, dispersed the water mirror, and pulled the high-ranking demons kneeling on either side of the chair into its arms. It needed to expel the mist of desire it had inhaled. Once it was expelled, a new companion would be born.
With each passing second, the effects of the Fog of Desire intensify until it is fully released.
At first, it was just a rise in body temperature, but then a dense, itchy feeling began to rise from the depths of my heart. This desire spread from my heart to every part of my body. The more I tried to restrain myself, the stronger the rebound became, burning away all reason and turning me into a slave to desire.
The long period of patience finally eroded the last bit of clarity in his heart. No longer satisfied with just touching his cheek, Murtrie bent down, his gaze burning as he shifted direction, looking even lower.
He raised his hand and placed it on the puppet's waist, holding it tightly and pulling it towards himself.
The puppets created by the Lord of Lust wore clothes similar to priest robes, but the details were completely different. They had slits and cutouts at the waist and thighs, revealing the skin.
Ancia shuddered, utterly astonished. Her priest's robes were still intact and covered her body, but she could clearly feel two burning hot hands tightly gripping her waist. The touch was incredibly real; she could even feel the calluses on Murtrie's hands and the lines on his palms.
She bit her lip hard, tasting the blood, before barely swallowing her gasp. Her gaze pierced through the transparent water curtain, locking onto Merriel, who had his back to her, with disbelief, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Mertri…” A broken whisper escaped from Ancia’s trembling lips.
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Author's Note: This chapter is practically empty [crying emoji] I'm prepared to spend a whole day revising it [crying emoji]
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