I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 233. Princess E'ji
According to military regulations, those infected by the weapon disaster must enter the [Spiritualization Pool] for purification.

Because 'Artifact Disaster' is a kind of spiritual virus, any spiritual master infected with 'Artifact Disaster' will have their rationality affected to some extent, and will gradually become violent and bloodthirsty.

At the same time, magical artifacts can develop their own consciousness and may be beyond the control of their owners.

If someone deliberately conceals their knowledge and fails to choose purification, although they may not be sentenced to death, they will still be stripped of their military rank and serve a few years in prison.

After all, history has shown that most people infected by artifact disasters cannot control their violent and murderous intent, and eventually become killing machines, or even be turned into the masters by the mutated artifacts.

Of course, the reason it is the majority is that there are a small number of people with truly firm wills, or people whose magical artifact abilities are special. They can suppress artifact disasters, or even use artifact disasters to further enhance their combat power.

Therefore, some people who contract organ diseases, tempted by huge profits, feel that they have a strong will and can become one of the few who can suppress organ diseases.

"rumble--"

The lava was boiling, and the blond centaur stood quietly at the center of the volcano.

The raging flames beneath the horse's hooves continued to spread, forming rings of fire, and the air temperature gradually rose, evaporating large amounts of gray mist.

The mist was a high concentration of evil energy, encircling the centaur's crimson waist and voluptuous upper body, flowing over the perfect mountains covered by the radiant golden holy armor, down the fair collarbone, and condensing into a black ※-shaped rune on the beautiful face between the eyebrows.

【Erji Pegasus】

This is the very artifact of the Xize Walker. After being infected by the artifact disaster, it evolved into a very powerful ability, which is exactly what annoys Xize.

This ability caused the concentration of evil energy around the Princess's body to be terrifyingly high, making it impossible for him, as her master, to get close, let alone use it.

"Bernard, how long until the advanced Evil Spirit Orb is successfully manufactured?" Pang Xize, with small glasses perched on his thick nose, flicked the ashes off his cigar with his black right hand, which was fitted with a mechanical prosthetic limb.

"My lord, please give me another week."

The tall, thin man stood behind him with his hands behind his back, speaking respectfully in a deep voice, "Now that we've caught that A-grade spirit paper that has become a spirit, the lab is short-handed."

Advanced Calamity Orbs can effectively resolve the problem of Calamity surrounding the Celestial Horse of Calamity, but forming an advanced Calamity Orb is not an easy task.

"Five days. You have at most five days left," Pang Xize said coldly.

"Yes." The man with the bamboo pole dared not refute.

Pang Xize turned his head to look at the illusory figure of the cold eagle that stood respectfully in the distance: "What is it?"

"Reporting to the Traveler." Han Ying swallowed hard and recounted how the Burning Heaven Temple entered the Star Wheel and how the fire seed was stolen by two mysterious men and women.

"waste!"

"!" Han Ying's breath hitched, and he lowered his head, too terrified to speak.

Suppressing his barely suppressed anger, Pang Xize's expression darkened slightly; things had been going too badly lately.
The mess in the garden remains unresolved, the false accusation against Wei Shutong and his son has been thwarted by the two men who escaped, and the spark that could unlock the Fourth Divine Treasure has been intercepted by a mysterious figure.
Fortunately, the advanced Calamity Orb is nearing completion. As long as he can ride the Calamity Pegasus, his combat power will be greatly enhanced, preparing him to compete for the Fourth Divine Treasure.

"Han Ying, continue investigating Xia Feng."

Pang Xize waved his hand, "Bernard, absorb the knowledge from that [Grade A Spirit Paper] as soon as possible. Create a high-level Calamity Spirit Orb."

"Okay, everyone, please step aside."

"Yes!"

The two subordinates clasped their hands in a fist salute, and their illusory figures flashed and disappeared.

*
In the Everflowing Sea, the capsule ship sails serenely.

Xia Feng lay in the cabin, enduring the weight of the breasts, feeling increasingly suffocated.

He twisted his neck and said in a muffled voice, "Miss Mu, I'm going to suffocate you sooner or later if you keep doing this. Can't you move down a little?"

Mu Qingtong lowered her beautiful eyes slightly, glancing at the face of the man in her arms, her expressionless: "Mr. Xia, I'm doing this to better control the capsule ship's direction and prevent it from tilting." Mu Qingtong then explained the operating principles of the capsule ship to Xia Feng.

The capsule ship originally had only one pilot, making it very easy to operate. Various sensors on the cabin walls were completely covered on the pilot's body, which could sensitively detect the pilot's movements and thus synchronize the capsule ship to make maneuvers such as turning, accelerating, and even drifting.

However, with two pilots, the sensing elements on the bulkhead cannot fully cover both of their bodies, which requires Mu Qingtong and Xia Feng's bodies to cooperate and coordinate.

Just like a bicycle, Xia Feng's neck and head are like the center post on the front wheel, while the handlebars on both sides are needed for directional control.

Mu Qingtong pressed down on his head to control his direction.

After hearing Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng felt a bit shocked. "Ahem, so that's how it is, Miss Mu. I originally thought you were deliberately taking advantage of me~"

"Oh? So, you really hate it when I press you down like this?" Mu Qingtong lowered her beautiful eyes and stared at him quietly.

"Of course!" Xia Feng said, though his words were not what they truly meant, and he spoke with righteous indignation.

Mu Qingtong was already used to Xia Feng's shamelessness. After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "Mr. Xia, but when you were molesting Yue Hongli just now, didn't you seem to enjoy it?"

"You—you shouldn't talk nonsense! I'll sue you for defamation!"

"Furthermore, as I said, this isn't indecent assault! It's strategic deterrence!"

“Mr. Xia, you don’t need to lie. After all, this is an innate maternal attachment behavior in mammals’ genes. I won’t look down on you.”

"."

After listening to Mu Qingtong's explanation, Xia Feng nodded thoughtfully, "I must say, Miss Mu, what you said makes a lot of sense. This isn't arousal, but rather a result of genetic control!"

Xia Feng suddenly realized something. He had initially felt a little embarrassed, but now he thought, what was wrong with being attached to his mother?

That's right!

"Alright, good that you understand." Mu Qingtong patted his head and said calmly, "Don't rub against it anymore, it will be very itchy and it will affect my condition."

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"Okay, okay, please stop hitting my head, alright?"

Mu Qingtong remained calm, ignoring him and focusing on driving while looking at the screen in front of her.

Xia Feng glanced up at the woman in the black dress's delicate collarbone and fair chin, without showing the slightest sign of blushing or shyness.

I've observed this for several days in a row, and it's been the same for this woman. She doesn't seem to feel any shame at all.

This left Xia Feng with a strange sense of defeat; he was blushing with embarrassment, while the witch seemed completely unaffected.
"Mr. Xia, I need to speed up."

Just then, a soft voice came from above. Before Xia Feng could react, the woman in the black dress had already grabbed his wrists and pushed him hard against the back.

"Enter full speed mode—" came the mechanical female voice.

Xia Feng felt the walls of the cabin suddenly contract and tighten, leaving no gaps inside, making it difficult to breathe, and causing his spiritual pressure to stagnate.

"Wait—wait a minute! Don't go so fast!"

Hearing Xia Feng's slightly flustered tone, Mu Qingtong pursed her lips and glanced down. Instead of slowing down, she curled her lips and pressed the red button that represented the highest speed.

whoosh-

Amidst the azure ocean currents, fiery streaks of light ignited around the capsule ship, leaving countless afterimages as it sped along before disappearing into the dark depths of the current in the blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)