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Chapter 405 Sinking into Desire (Please Subscribe!)
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As Faol's sword pierced the throat of the last priest of lust, the light of dusk fell upon the church banners that flew above the Dawnvale fortress.

The blood-red setting sun stained the golden flag with a crimson hue, echoing the sticky, filthy blood on the ground.

"Ha...cough cough."

Fao's expression remained calm, but the weariness in his eyes betrayed that he had almost reached his limit.

He should have immediately turned around to help his companions eliminate the remaining minions of the evil god, but a strange, sticky sensation crept up the hilt of his sword and onto the back of his hand, causing him to stop in his tracks.

Turning around, he saw that the evil priest, who had already died on the ground, had somehow removed his mask, revealing a pale, bloodless face.

The dead priest is laughing.

That ugly smile suited his current situation perfectly, but the mockery it contained angered Fao.

What are you laughing at?
What's so funny?!?

To shut up!

I told you to shut your mouth!
Stop laughing!!!
crunch.

He gripped the hilt of his sword, ready to plunge it into the corpse—but someone else moved faster than him.

Boom!
puff-

The berserker's giant hammer fell, smashing the corpse's head to pieces, scattering red and white matter all over the ground.

The liquid splashed onto Fao's cheek, startling him.

! ! ?

What was I trying to do?
Insulting the corpse of an evil priest?
This……

"Disgusting bastard, trash of the evil god! Humph!"

Fao was confused, but the berserker on the other side seemed to think that smashing the enemy's head was not enough, so he cleared his throat and spat a mouthful of phlegm at the corpse.

"Pah! Hahaha!"

After spitting out the phlegm, the berserker suddenly burst into manic laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"Hahaha! Cough cough! Ha, ha..."

The two-meter-tall, burly man was quite exhausted after days of fighting, and was panting heavily.

But his spirit was quite high compared to his exhausted body.

The berserker, his bloodshot eyes wide, laughed at Fao, who stood there dumbfounded: "Hey! What are you waiting for? Keep charging with us!"

"The enemy's stronghold is right in front of us! We're almost there! We're about to succeed!"

"As long as we break through, it will be our victory!"

Ok?
Fao paused for a moment, then quickly became excited, shook his head vigorously, and nodded, saying, "Ah? Oh...right, we're about to win!"

Yes.

That's it!

Not long ago, they withstood a new wave of attacks from the evil god's cult, and even took advantage of the victory to secretly follow the fleeing evil god's followers to this place.

A group of tombs.

It has the dirty practices typical of evil cults and is their classic hiding place.

They dug the bodies of innocent people out of their coffins, hollowed out the ground, and turned it into their hiding places.

Those filthy bastards are good at this kind of evil stuff.

Now is the time for them to completely eradicate this evil!
Evil must be eradicated!
Evil will eventually be completely eradicated!
By the time Fao made up his mind, the excited berserker had already disappeared somewhere.

"..."

The paladin paid no attention to this, but took a breath and continued forward.

But as Fao stepped over the ground littered with entrails and flesh and strode toward the tomb, he saw the priest Lawrence kneeling in a pool of blood beside him.

This kind-hearted man, who always carefully allocates healing spells, is currently pouring holy light into the body of a knight whose stomach is ruptured and intestines are spilling out, completely unaware that the other party's pupils have already dilated.

"Lawrence, save your energy! There's still a tough battle ahead."

Fao stepped forward and grabbed the priest's wrist, but was pushed away by the priest.

Lawrence's fingernails scratched blood off the back of his hand as he growled, "Get out of my way! Don't get in my way! I can save everyone!"

Holy light danced between the priest's fingers, and the excessive healing even caused granulation tissue to grow from the knight's wounds.

But that was no use; the knight was already dead. Healing alone wasn't enough; a divine spell to resurrect him was needed...

Fao was intimidated by Lawrence's imposing presence and instinctively took two steps back, only to have his lower back collide with something hard.

As he turned around, the novice pastor Danny's sword hilt was pressed against his lower back, and he gave him a creepy smile.

"Get out of the way."

The boy, who had vomited just three days ago after killing his first enemy, now grinned with bits of flesh on his lips: "You're blocking my pursuit of that cultist."

Following his gaze, Fao saw a lame cultist struggling to crawl through a pile of corpses.

"Wait, he's already incapacitated. We can take him prisoner."

Fao blocked Danny's weapon with his sword sheath and said in a deep voice, "According to Article 4 of Chapter 7 of the Canon—"

Bang!
The clanging of steel drowned out his words as Danny struck Fao's scabbard with the hilt of his sword.

The boy's maniacal laughter, mixed with the stench of blood, sprayed onto Fao's face: "You mean the scriptures? Now? Are you kidding me?"

"The scriptures also say that the only correct course of action is to completely kill the enemy!"

"Now, get out of my way! Don't block my path!"

Faced with Danny's angry glare, Fao paused for a moment, then silently stepped aside to make way.

"Haha, that's more like it!"

Seeing this, Danny smiled with satisfaction and strode forward without any hesitation.

Then--

"what!"

thump.

He was struck on the back of the head by Fao with the hilt of his sword from behind, knocking him unconscious and causing him to fall headfirst to the ground.

"You seem to have misunderstood. I'm not discussing this matter with you."

Fao looked at the boy falling to the ground and shook his head, saying, "Rest well here. Leave the rest of the battle to us."

Perhaps because he was about to face danger, he was also a little irritable and his personality was not as calm as usual, so he acted a little more impulsively.

Just as he was pulling Danny aside to let him rest, he heard a quarrel.

"You brat! What are you arguing with me about? Huh?"

Fao paused, then looked up to see Radley striking the young warrior who was covering his head with the hilt of his sword—simply because the other seemed to have whispered something in his ear.

Radley's temples bulged with veins, and the edges of his pupils were abnormally flushed: "Shut your mouth! Gods need warriors, not cowards! I'm not your babysitter!"

Radley and his nephew.

Although Fao didn't know their story, the two of them usually got along like uncle and nephew, but they were actually more like father and son.

The boy must have said something really offensive to make Radley so angry.

"Stop just because you sense danger or something is wrong? Are you kidding me!"

Radley's eyes widened as he roared, "Having come this far, how could I possibly disappoint my lord's expectations here?!"

No soldier doesn't yearn for victory.

No believer would not wish to be watched over by the divine.

They would risk everything for these things, even resorting to violence.

But his words made Fao frown.

Ok?
Is it really necessary to get so angry over this?

Isn't your nephew concerned about your safety?

"This……"

The pungent smell of blood that filled his nostrils turned sweet, causing Fao's eyes to gradually become unfocused.

"That's really going too far! How can you make a soldier back down?!"

He nodded vigorously, gave Radley an approving look, and was about to continue on his way.

However, just as he was about to take a step, the long sword at his waist swung up from its sheath and then fell back down.

Click.

The sound of a sword sheathing itself was particularly crisp amidst the cacophony of battle, causing Fao to pause. Fao instinctively gripped the hilt, then his expression twisted in pain.

"hiss……"

In the past, every time he held the sword, it felt like he was holding a warm hand, but now... it felt like touching a red-hot iron, with a stinging heat!
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He suddenly looked down and saw that the surface of the drawn sword blade was covered with fine ripples, like a mirror being repeatedly rubbed by an invisible hand.

"What's this?"

Suddenly, shouts of infighting erupted from beside him.

"its mine!"

"It's mine!"

Boom!Boom!
The two knights were engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand fight, their contorted faces revealed when their helmets fell to the ground.

They glared at their companions as if they were mortal enemies.

"I killed him! The gods will see me! It could only be me!"

"not me!"

The sun emblems on their armor had been bent out of shape at some point, and the sharp edges had cut deep, bone-revealing wounds into each other's bodies.

"This this……"

Boom boom boom!
Fao's temples throbbed, and he felt his blood boiling.

He turned around almost instinctively and looked at the flag behind him.

The blood-red flag still flutters, standing proudly on the battlefield!
The flag has not fallen yet!

There is no problem.

Less than a second after seeing the church flag and feeling relieved, Fao suddenly snapped back to reality and his eyes widened.

"Wait...blood?"

Fao's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared intently at the flag.

Why... is it this color?
Why! ! ?
A chilling shiver crept up Fao's nape, licking at his soul.

wrong.

No, that's not right!

"No...that's not right!!!"

Fao felt a jolt, as if something had shattered, and his previously hazy consciousness finally cleared.

He was fully awake.

The scene before them changed instantly, but they remained inside the Dawn Valley Fortress.

Moreover, the timing was right after they had just fought off the previous wave of attacks, and everyone hadn't had a chance to rest.

The others, however, walked slowly with lifeless eyes—outwards from the fortress.

“Hallucination!”

At that moment, the paladin understood completely.

"It's the realm of wicked desires!!!"

The silent arrival of desire affected everyone, plunging them into a terrifying illusion that seemed both real and unreal.

He looked up at the sky and noticed that, at some point, the sun was surrounded by a rainbow-colored halo—but the edges of the halo had snake-scale-like patterns, and whenever his gaze focused, it would turn into a normal solar halo.

A faint, sweet scent wafted in the wind, mixed with the stench of blood, like the fragrance of rotting flowers, sending chills down one's spine.

No, it's more than that.

When Fao looked up and stared intently, he clenched his fist.

The blazing sun overhead... was not what it used to be either.

That's not the sun!
That was—a scarlet vertical pupil.

He coldly looked down at the mortals below, who had fallen into madness and fanaticism, a hint of mockery and derision flashing in his eyes.

!!!

The eyes of the gods... are filled with lust!

The god of lust is watching us!

Has He descended?

Just as Fao's mind trembled, the outline of the enormous winged serpent finally became fully visible in the vast shadow of the sky.

He revealed His current form.

That was a huge six-winged serpent!
The giant serpent has three pairs of huge wings growing on its back, which look beautiful... but if you look closely, you can see that each feather has a distorted snake eye.

His magnificent feathers shimmered alluringly in the sunlight, and his countless serpentine eyes reflected the most fervent desires in everyone's heart.

The glory of standing out from the crowd, the ecstasy of being favored by the gods, the pleasure of wanton killing... all can be seen as desires.

desire!

The god of lust has affected everyone!

Without time to think too much, Fao knew what he needed to do.

"Everyone! Wake up!"

His hoarse roar pierced the battlefield, and the holy sword in his hand finally burst forth with pure brilliance.

He held his longsword high, trying to draw everyone's attention and make them look up at him.

“That is not the gaze of our Lord! It is the gaze of lust! He is licking your desires!”

"Wake up! Look what you're doing!"

However, his calls had no effect.

After glancing at him in a daze, those people quickly returned to their own illusions.

Some people even became more deeply entangled after looking directly at the gods.

Not everyone can resist the corrupting spiritual energy of evil gods.

Those like Fao, who are able to regain their senses on their own, are extremely rare.

Most people are like this; they silently fall into madness without even realizing they are being corrupted.

Fao tried to stop them one by one, but there were too many of them and he couldn't stop them in time.

Moreover, what's worse is that a new wave of evil god's minions is already heading this way!

"What should we do now, my lord!"

In despair, Fao could only pray to the sun god, hoping that He could tell others about the situation here.

At the same time, another idea kept popping into his mind.

"What do we do now? Is there any other way... Lord Herbert!"

Fao recognized the dragon and knew that Herbert had also arrived.

If Lord Herbert were here, he would surely know how to do it!

Almost subconsciously, Fao stopped praying to the sun god and instead silently called upon Herbert in his heart.

"Lord Herbert! Please save us—ah!"

Fao snapped out of his daze, feeling helpless at his desperate act, and said with a self-deprecating laugh, "I was really crazy. How could Lord Herbert have heard me..."

But at this very moment...

It was as if it were responding to his unrealistic and absurd prayer.

From afar, a melodious horn sounded.

hum-

The bugle call was deafening, resounding throughout the heavens and earth!

Accompanied by a horn sound that shook everyone to their core, a white light streaked across the sky, instantly cutting through the mist.

whoosh-

As a response to the helpless cries of mortals.

A pure white angel.

Has come.

(End of this chapter)