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Just as the girl was banging on the door in frustration, the innermost stall in the bathroom suddenly opened, and a man in a cleaner's uniform poked his head out.

"What's wrong? My sweet little angel. I think you seem to need some help..."

He made a few feigned calls, and after confirming that no one was around, his dark brown eyes began to climb up from her delicate little feet, like a sticky slug, sweeping over her fair and tender legs, revealing their nascent curves, and finally settling on her beautiful face, his gaze flowing with a filthy desire.

Instinctively sensing the danger, the girl took two steps back in terror, reaching out with all her might to push. A nearly transparent white light flashed, then collapsed like a soap bubble.

"Get out of my way, I am..."

Before she could finish speaking, the evil hand reached out impatiently, displaying the ugliest human form, followed by screams, pleas for mercy, gasps, and the sound of tearing cloth.

"Enough! You don't find it disgusting, but I do!"

Even with a premonition of what would happen next, Zhu Mingyao still felt disgusted, as if he had swallowed a fly. His eyelids twitched, and with a shout of disgust, he grabbed with both hands, creating a swirling light and shadow that obscured the extremely ugly scene.

Amidst the pitiful screams, the scene changed once more.

The place was bustling with people, and the floor was inlaid with marble with various sacred texts. Religious paintings hung on the walls, making it a solemn and majestic church.

The girl lay curled up on the floor, her hair disheveled, her dried tears leaving pale salt stains on her face, looking like a lifeless doll. A young woman with a similar face knelt beside her, sobbing painfully, her fingernails scratching bloody lines onto her face.

"Blasphemy! To have the Supreme Ruler above is the most terrible blasphemy!"

A high-pitched, shrill roar erupted from Chrisbella's throat. Her face flushed with excitement as she tore off the cross from her chest and frantically waved it in her hand.

"Alessa! We have always been tolerant of your youthful ignorance, but you have been so willful as to secretly take out the hidden sacred objects to play with, resulting in such an absurd and tragic ending!"

This is a disgrace, a disgrace to you! A disgrace to your family! A disgrace to our sect!

The girl's empty, lifeless eyes suddenly trembled, revealing an incredulous look as she gazed at the blood relative she had always respected and been close to.

The once loving face suddenly transformed into a hideous demon, rushing into the already collapsing heart and tearing the last trace of warmth and affection to shreds.

Chapter 429 Seize the body?

The pure white cedar wood is split into even, foot-long strips, which are carefully interlaced and stacked to create layers of exquisite and complex concentric circles and cross patterns.

Bottles of colorful, unknown essential oils were poured out, like a gentle rain nourishing parched land. They quickly seeped into the ritual woodpile, blending with the fresh resinous scent to create a wonderful, subtle fragrance that was intoxicating.

However, accompanying this fragrant aroma were heavy words that plunged one's heart into an abyss.

“My dear, poor, sorrowful little Alessa… please be patient, it will be over soon, very soon. The Purification Ritual will wash away all sins and remove the Holy Mark along with the Feather of Samael. You can then live as a carefree, ordinary person…”

Chrisbella's expression was kind and solemn, but in the girl's eyes it was no different from a demon, but she could no longer speak.

The powerful special divine magic quickly spread throughout her body, and under everyone's watchful eyes, it completed its control. The girl, whose power was suppressed, was completely powerless to resist and instantly lost the strength to speak.

She stared blankly at the dome, giving up any intention to accuse or defend herself. No one would believe that the leader of the sect would be so vicious and despicable as to extend his poisonous hand to his blood-related junior.

“My dear niece, do not resent your aunt. Your sacrifice was well worth it. I will make good use of the stigmata you left behind to promote the sect and spread the gospel of our forefathers throughout the world…”

Secret telepathic connections flowed through my mind, revealing the origins of the conspiracy.

The girl's bright eyes lost all color, like a puppet, her body bound to the cross in the woodpile.

The sound waves of chanting reverberated throughout the church, the burnt wood silently turned into fine ashes, and the holy flames, like molten silver, danced and leaped in the air, performing a grand and magnificent dance.

This is how it appears to outsiders, but for the girl trapped in it, it is an endless torment akin to being born into hell.

His frail body stiffened instantly, veins bulging as if they were about to burst out from under his skin!

The subtle sacred flames are like thousands of cold scalpels, tearing through the skin, penetrating the blood vessels and nerves, drilling into the bone marrow and soul, slowly separating all the elements of mystery according to the rules of the ritual.

A crystal-clear mark of the Virgin Mary and a piece of dark night feather floated and sank slowly from her smooth forehead.

"Her mind and body will be restored to a blank sheet of paper, and she will not feel any pain for the rest of her life." Seemingly with a trace of guilt, the instigator, whose goal was about to be achieved, whispered slowly, even as he was comforting others, he was also comforting his own fleeting conscience.

A multitude of fanatical gazes were fixed on the cruel yet beautiful scene, and no one said a word.

The effects of a magic array named after a religious sect are extraordinary. Even intangible sacred objects and treasures cannot escape its influence. Once the magic array is completely removed, a new leader can be chosen to lead this secluded sect out of the town and win unparalleled glory and benefits.

As for the fate of the victims? Devout believers wouldn't care about that...

Do not!

There are still people who care.

A figure suddenly rushed forward, like a fearless moth, throwing itself headlong into the fire, enduring the violent energy clash that caused it to explode with blood, all in an attempt to stop the cruel torture.

"She is a human being! She is not a tool or an object! You cannot treat her like this!"

The rousing cry was filled with determination and grief; it was courage born of love.

Because the person who rushed out... was named Mother!

Witnessing her dying loved one being roughly dragged away, the girl, who had already resigned herself to her fate, suddenly raised her head. She felt a slight itch in her dry eyes, and an indescribable heat arose inexplicably in her chest, surging back and forth like magma, scorching her brain, shattering her reason, and finally turning into one thought:

"What responsibility? What legacy? What belief?"

and also……

What God!

It's all—bullshit!

Strict and harsh teachers, naive yet malicious classmates, treacherous relatives, and apathetic and fanatical church members—one face after another flew past the girl's eyes, and she suddenly let out a miserable, maniacal laugh.

Even if one link were missing, how could my fate have fallen so low? Such filthy beings deserve to be utterly destroyed!

Black and white light intertwined as the two sacred objects with diametrically opposed attributes suddenly collided and re-entered the space between the eyebrows.

The pitch-black flames of purgatory spewed from the seven orifices, while the broad and deep dark feathers waved indifferently.

The pure silver flames, which should have been harmless to the body, sensed the appearance of their natural enemy and instantly transformed into their most ferocious form. In the blink of an eye, their skin turned to ash, their bones to charcoal, and the beautiful woman's body was transformed into a hideous demon.

"Come, witness true depravity!"

The dark green magical light shattered the church and shot straight into the sky, causing winds to rise and clouds to surge, plunging everything into chaos.

……

……

Chaos was just beginning to separate.

The scene changed once again.

In a spotless hospital room, a small body, wrapped like a mummy, lay on a large hospital bed. Bodily fluids and pus seeping out from the high temperature stained the bandages with filth.

"Is this the last survivor of the Purity Cult?" Several blurry figures whispered and argued excitedly in the corner of the room.

"Find out what happened as quickly as possible; that stigmata must be brought back to the Church..."

"Ladies and gentlemen, please remember that this is Federation territory, and we believe it should be temporarily held by the authorities..."

Holy City? Government? You... are just as filthy and greedy as they are...

The withered eyelids rolled up, and two dark, ghostly flames quietly rippled deep within the turbid vitreous humor.

Then came the uneventful events, as if the camera was fast-forwarding, with rapidly changing light and shadow, sudden attacks, massacres, and the entire town being dragged into another dimension. Afterwards, a fierce battle ensued with reinforcements, and the town was sealed away for decades.

"No one in this world is without suffering, no one is without sorrow. If you think you can move me by telling me your grievances, Miss Alessa, you're going to be disappointed."

Zhu Mingyao sighed softly, his palms outstretched facing each other. Five-colored light swirled around him, and lightning like ripples on water echoed back and forth, like a deep pool of water, where the aura of destruction quietly accumulated.

Not to mention that he had already been exposed to the original movie and game and was mentally prepared for the tragedy he witnessed, his straightforward logic, honed from his past life arguing with idiots and saints online, would not have fallen into such moral blackmail.

Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. Your fate is tragic enough, but is it as tragic as that of the thousands of townspeople who were killed? Getting involved with you religious fanatics is the worst thing that could happen to them!

The Five Elements Divine Thunder swept across, shattering the spiritual energy structure that constituted the illusion. The four corner walls of the ward gradually collapsed, and a strange, dark red light shone forth.

He hadn't watched all that CG for nothing. Although he had limited mana available for the time being, he could still unleash a powerful attack once he recharged.

Zhu Mingyao looked around; the world here seemed to be confined to two hues:

The deep, iron-gray hue and the fiery red passion intertwine to create an indescribable, oppressive atmosphere.

Smoke or steam swirls with the airflow stirred up by the ventilation fan, and the clanging of metal, seemingly from nowhere, adds to the hazy and mysterious atmosphere of the scene.

In this scene where light and shadow intertwine, and cold and heat alternate, the girl stands quietly in the center, her wet black hair clinging to her cheeks, like a fleeting, ethereal shadow, appearing both illusory and mysterious.

Beside her stood two graceful figures, draped in star-and-moon robes and wearing pointed wizard hats—two unfortunate little witches.

"You think I'm trying to win you over? You idiot, I'm trying to eliminate their subconscious resistance!"

Alessa's weak voice carried a hint of satisfaction, her fingertips gleaming with a pale, cold light.

"This body is no longer usable. With such a pure and promising replacement, I will bid farewell to the past and start anew!"

Oh no! She's trying to possess my body!

Zhu Mingyao was startled!

Chapter 430 Peach Blossoms 1

Since falling into this predicament, Zhu Mingyao has been pondering the enemy's intentions. At this moment, it was as if a bright light had been lit in his mind, illuminating the shadowy corners that he had never noticed before.

The opponent's sneak attack accurately struck a weakness in his mind.

It should be noted that although the concepts of soul possession and rebirth are common in folk tales around the world, their actual practice is far more complex than imagined.

The first issue is compatibility. There is a mysterious innate affinity between the human soul and body; that is, there is a natural fit and connection between them. If one tries to break free from one's original body, it is not simply a matter of finding any new body to successfully reconnect.

Those ghosts and vengeful spirits who attempt to resurrect themselves by taking over the bodies of others, or evil spirits who rely on sorcery to possess people at will, often end up with nothing more than a lifeless, undead body.

Furthermore, the requirements for the spellcaster's realm are extremely strict, especially for the stronger the caster, the more selective they are when choosing their targets.

This is because once cultivation reaches a certain level, the source of one's power becomes self-contained, stable, and unique. Extreme caution must be exercised in the crucial step of changing bodies to avoid incompatibility issues. Otherwise, at best, it will result in significant damage to one's magical power; at worst, it may cause mental derangement, with unimaginable consequences.

The difference between the supernatural systems of fallen clergy and witches, even if not diametrically opposed, is still quite significant. Common sense dictates that they are not suitable "materials," which is why he only realized this now.

"Surprised? I have the [Purity] Stigmata in hand. The most important condition for my target is purity! Such a young and promising body is enough for me to start a new journey in life!" As if she could see through his thoughts, Alessa sneered and vented her frustration.

Hundreds of caltrop wires intertwined into chains, crisscrossing and dancing like blooming flowers, exuding an aura of both holiness and depravity, and enveloping everything with an eerie beauty.

Huang Tingzhen Qi circulated at full power, revealing a strange seal that coated his fist with a clear light. Zhu Mingyao grabbed it with all his might.

But as the five fingers brushed past, the figure and the chains only rippled slightly, like a gentle breeze ruffling the surface of water. The palm strike that burst forth with all its might only extinguished a barely perceptible trace of evil energy.

Damn it! I still can't reach it!

He cursed under his breath, feeling a great headache coming on. The other party's form was still the same as before, like a holographic phantom, existing in a different dimension from him. It was difficult for them to interfere with or attack each other. Even if he used all his means, he could only slowly wear them down.

Zhu Mingyao has now completed half of the Twenty-Four Gods of the Yellow Court Inner Landscape, and his physique is beginning to transform into something inhuman. He can withstand a month without food or water, so he doesn't care about fighting a protracted battle with her.