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Chapter 196 Depravity Desire
In the manor.

Two soldiers guarding the entrance to the underground sacrificial site.

"I want to listen, listen to the voice of my Lord." A soldier murmured to himself.

Hearing this, another soldier next to him nodded.

"It's okay, next time we can go down and listen."

The entire manor became quiet, as if no one was there.

Only these two soldiers are still here.

A team of night watchmen invaded like ghosts.

He walked all the way to the rooms on both sides of the passage, stood in the shadow of the candlelight, and stared at the two cultists at the door.

【Get started.】

"call out!"

The arrows from the crossbow were shot out.

At a strange angle, it pierced a soldier's throat.

Before he could react, a figure suddenly jumped out from an unknown place.

The fatal blow killed the soldier, and he supported his body to prevent it from hitting the ground and making a noise.

The weapon fell from his hand and was caught by the night watchman's legs.

Another soldier was more direct.

The moment the arrow was shot, he jumped out from the shadows and jumped directly in front of the soldier.

The weapon in his hand penetrated directly through the throat, piercing half of the head.

Also support the body.

Two more night watchmen quickly emerged from the shadows. The four of them carried the two corpses and rushed directly into the next room.

The instruments that had been prepared long ago were placed over the corpse to hide the bloody smell.

The blood dripping onto the floor was cleaned up.

The captain groped his way directly into the darkness below, and the rest of the Night's Watch followed closely behind him.

below.

This was originally the estate's wine cellar.

But at this time.

This place has been transformed into a sacrificial site for the evil god.

The girls' voices screamed and echoed here.

"Let me go! What do you want to do?!"

"I don't want to be a maid anymore. Let me go."

"Mom, save me, Mom!"

Desperate crying and begging for mercy.

In the center of the sacrificial site, wooden racks were erected one after another.

The girls who had just been brought out from the refugees were now tied tightly to these racks.

There should be a lot of dried blood on the shelf.

And all around were cages and various instruments used for execution.

These girls were forcibly tied to the rack, tied in the form of a stone cross to display them.

In the center of the shelf is a strange hourglass-shaped pattern, which uses weird and complicated patterns and incomprehensible words to form a magic circle.

It's like two triangles stacked together with their pointed corners facing each other.

The entire magic circle emits a faint pink and purple light.

"Do not cry out before the Lord, but fall into joy with gratitude."

As he spoke, he raised his hands slightly.

Pink tentacles spread out from the magic circle and climbed up the shelves, wrapping around the girls and blocking their mouths.

These girls were almost frightened to death.

The tentacles are covered with transparent mucus and densely packed with tiny tentacles.

Around it, believers knelt in a circle.

They wore leather clothing that was... erotic?
She was wearing revealing clothes and crawling on the ground as if showing herself off.

There were scars of varying ages on the exposed skin.

A faint pink-purple smoke drifted throughout the cellar.

The girls struggled, their skin beginning to turn lightly red.

"I am a believer in desire, and I will offer these sacrifices!"

He pulled out a whip and started whipping the girls.

At this time he released his mouth from the tentacles.

The crazy beating made the already thin and simple clothes
Tear apart.

Leaving behind traces of blood.

The girls cried and shed tears, their screams of pain filling the entire cellar.

"call out!"

A sharp arrow flew out of the darkness.

The noble who was beating the girls with a confused expression raised his hand as if he had sensed something.

He held the arrow in his hand.

"mouse?"

"Kill them! Leave that nobleman to me."

The captain of the Night's Watch rushed out of the darkness, holding a nimble dagger in both hands.

The noble immediately stepped back and lashed out with the whip in his hand.

The whip that was coming towards him was blocked by the blade in the captain's hand and wrapped around it.

Just as the noble was about to pull the enemy's weapon away, a huge force pulled him back.

He waved quickly.

A thick, long pink tentacle lashed over heavily.

The captain shrunk.

Another knife swung upward.

The sharp blade actually cut off the tentacle directly.

This tentacle obviously had some connection with the noble. As it broke, the noble felt severe pain and screamed in agony.

However, this painful cry seemed to reveal a different meaning.

"How disgusting." The captain of the Night Watch cursed.

Rushing straight towards me.

Facing the oncoming tentacles, he made a strange spin in the air and swung his swords.

The tentacles turned into pieces of dead flesh and fell to the ground.

The captain came directly to the noble's side.

The pain from more broken tentacles made the noble scream and twist on the ground.

Take decisive action.

The two swords were inserted into the enemy's heart and mouth respectively.

The noble twisted in pain, but finally stopped moving unwillingly.

At this time, many strange tentacles grew on the nobleman's body, and as the master died, the tentacles fell down.

The other Night Watchmen had already rushed into the place where the cultists were gathered.

Inside, they were slaughtering these cultists crazily.

These cultists only have a very small number of soldiers and thugs, and most of them are slaves in the manor.

In the face of massacre, apart from shaking the tentacles that had grown out of his body at who knows when, he had no deterrent power at all.

They were soon slaughtered.

However, in this closed cellar, the blood flowing from these slaughtered cultists did not have a nauseating strong smell of blood.

Instead, a faint sweet smell filled the air, rushing into everyone's body with their breath.

[The Fragrance of Desire: Being in the fragrance of desire, the desire it represents will influence consciousness along with this fragrance.]

"Be careful, move quickly, and don't be affected." said the captain.

Then, together with his teammates, he put the girls down from the wooden shelf.

Some girls were still wailing in pain, but their faces were covered in sweat and flushed.

"Wait, what are you doing?" A night watchman pushed away the girl who was hugging him.

However, the girl in torn clothes had red skin, a dazed look in her eyes, and even drool from the corners of her mouth.

He pounced on the night watchman again.

He rubbed his face against the night watchman's face, and his hands began to grope around unconsciously.

"Thank you, thank you, Warrior."

As the girl spoke, her eyes revealed full of desire as she stared at the night watchman, her voice carrying a softness and charm she had never had before.

Like a delicate rabbit, it kept trying to get into the arms of the night watchman.

While making coquettish sounds and expressing gratitude.

The night watchman she was holding was just a young man, and could be considered young among the night watchmen.

Younger than Kana.

How could a young boy who was just thriving in youth have ever experienced such a situation?
These girls were just victims and didn't do anything dangerous, but they made him feel a little stiff.

Compared to this girl.

On the other hand, the woman who looked a little older showed a completely different personality.

She put her arms around the neck of the night watchman who had put him down, and breathed softly into his face, as if she were panting.

The breath that was exhaled also had a faint sweet smell.

His eyes fixed on the Night Watchman's face, as if he were looking at a perfect prey. "Thank you, warrior. I will repay you well and want to become one with you. I..."

"Snapped!"

This night watchman had a righteous look on his face.

A serious slap on the face.

Although he did not use any strength, the slap landed on the young woman's face.

Leaving behind a red slap mark.

This slap seemed to really wake the woman in front of him up.

His eyes changed from being dazed to confused.

The whole person inexplicably became a little dazed.

"Really? Wake up! Don't fall into the arms of the evil god."

The captain of the Night's Watch looked at these and then at the display on the map.

These girls are still white dots of light.

"Snapped!"

Another slap.

But this time it was the boy who whipped him.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and slapped her.

"You little brat! You're too harsh!"

The captain couldn't help but shout.

The young man was also a little nervous when he was whipping. He was obviously learning from the tough style of his predecessors.

However, he seemed too nervous and excited, and his attack was not very gentle.

He pulled the girl out with all his might.

The girl was thrown to the ground and fainted.

"Sorry! I, I just, uh, don't want to be influenced by the evil god."

The captain looked at the girl and found that she was simply knocked unconscious. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

After watching the girl faint, she became quiet.

"Knock them out."

After hearing this, everyone took action immediately.

Because those girls who were put down just now and were still relatively normal, had also become confused in just a short while.

Just tweaking things a bit here.

The night watchmen, each holding two or three girls, left quickly.

Left here soon.

the other side.

Kana and the others have arrived at the city gate.

"Thanks to you Night Watchmen, these cultists were able to be eliminated so smoothly." Alicia said.

“This is our duty and goal, but next, we must quickly arrange for the suppression of the remaining cult groups.

Although they believe in different evil gods, they all know that they are rats in the gutter, and when the other rats are cleared out, they will definitely hide. "

Hearing this, Lawrence couldn't help but nodded.

"If you need any assistance, please don't hesitate to ask."

Kana glanced at him and nodded.

Lawrence had witnessed with his own eyes how powerful these night watchmen were.

"Anyway, today can be considered a victory.

Let us have a brief banquet and I will entertain you."

Lawrence spoke casually as if he was communicating with a friend.

"Let's save the food and distribute it to the refugees," Alicia said, her words sounding a bit sad.

However, the surrounding paladins couldn't help but express their affirmation.

Neither Lawrence nor the royal guards were surprised at all.

Lawrence smiled instead: "I knew it would be like this. Well, let's enjoy the banquet after we truly win."

As he said this, he smiled apologetically in Cana's direction.

at this time.

A knight on a warhorse rushed to the city gate at a rapid pace.

Came in front of everyone.

Seeing this, Lawrence frowned.

"What's wrong? Did something happen in the city?"

So urgent.

The knight panted twice and nodded: "It's not good, Your Highness, Viscount Duruet..."

"how?"

"The entire manor where Viscount Durutte lived was massacred, including the Viscount himself, the servants, and the guards of the entire manor."

"What?!" Lawrence shouted with a frown.

This news is a bit shocking.

A tragic murder of an aristocratic family.

Even Alicia frowned.

Although she hated these nobles, their sudden death was still the death of the entire manor, which was obviously a big problem.

"Take me there quickly!"

As they spoke, everyone quickly ran towards the manor.

When they approached the manor, it was already surrounded by many distinguished guests.

The city lord and officials were discussing something at the door, some even shouting angrily.

"Viscount Durutte died here. The Earl will not let us have an easy life. Damn it! Damn it!"

he shouted.

"Quiet."

Lawrence's voice came.

The officials and nobles who were making a lot of noise immediately shut up.

"Okay, now take me to see what's going on inside."

"Your Highness, the situation inside... is a bit too cruel." said a guard captain.

Lawrence frowned and glared at him.

He walked obediently with everyone into the manor.

As soon as I came in, I saw the empty manor and no signs of fighting.

I followed the guard all the way to the stairs leading downstairs.

Then he showed them the two guards who were dead above.

"It was a very decisive method. There was no sign of a fight. They were killed by a sudden attack." said Anita, the knight behind Alicia.

As she spoke, Anita looked around to make sure there were no signs of beating.

"Maybe an acquaintance?" Alicia said.

After all, the two guards had no power to resist, and the traces underground showed that they were killed and then moved to another place.

"Let's go down and take a look," Lawrence said.

He walked towards the bottom of the stairs with everyone and the officials following behind. As soon as he came down, he smelled the faint sweet smell that had not completely dissipated.

Alicia frowned when she smelled the scent.

Anita said, "What a familiar smell."

Lawrence turned his head tentatively to look at them.

Alicia explained, "We smelled this smell just a few days ago near a corpse caused by the evil god."

"Evil God?" Lawrence frowned.

At this time, many candles in the cellar had been extinguished.

A paladin waved his hand and a faint golden light emanated.

Then they saw corpses all over the ground.

And the tentacles on those corpses.

There are all kinds of tools around, erected wooden stakes and the evil god's magic circle in the center.

"Is this... a place of worship for an evil god?" Alicia said with a frown.

Kana looked at it and nodded: "Yes, that's what the cultists of the [Desire Incense Burner] would do."

Lawrence looked at the body.

The noble corpse with a large number of tentacles.

That's Duru.

This scene was right in front of them.

As long as you are not a fool, it is easy to think of it.

The sacrificial items around here are obviously there and have been there for a long time.

These bloodstains and some traces are also very old.

This means that the cellar had long ago become a place for worshiping evil gods.

Look at the nobleman, his servants and his stewards.

They all look like followers of the evil god.

What happened here? And what was the former identity of the nobleman Dulut? It is self-evident.

Lawrence's brows were knitted together, and his expression became increasingly gloomy.

(End of this chapter)