The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

A few figures in the crowd smiled and exchanged silent glances.

"Just a law-abiding person, no threat whatsoever."

"The remaining actions can continue. We'll begin once this is finished."

The blind man shook his head slightly and withdrew his "gaze".

Disappointing.

It seemed that the trial was coming to an end.

The beautiful prisoner, though guilty, escaped trial and continued to be imprisoned and tortured... and remained alive.

Just like the trials before her, she will continue to be an unsolved case, existing as a mental virus...

but.

This time, things took a different turn.

Clang...

The sound of the sword ringing out wasn't loud, but at that moment it silenced all other sounds in the hall.

A pair of blank eyes stared at the swordsman standing beside the prisoner...

He looked at him and raised his longsword high!

"That is!?"

"This... can't be!"

"You can't do it, can you?"

Amid the uproar, the swordsman seemed oblivious to the murmurs and gasps. He gazed silently at the beautiful prisoner bound in shackles and spoke:

"Sinners will pay the price."

Right now.

Clang!

A legendary aura surged forth, and silver, illusory wings unfurled behind the swordsman.

The longsword in his hand, after being infused with power, lost its original simple appearance and was illuminated with intricate and dazzling engravings!

Without hesitation, and without any hint of worldly concerns, the longsword, bursting with brilliance, drew an astonishing arc in the hall.

It slashed across the prisoner's neck and was seen by everyone!

winter.

The head, with an expression of disbelief, rolled to the ground, staring unblinkingly at the swordsman, seemingly unable to comprehend what had just happened...

laugh! ! !

The body, bound by chains, remained motionless, blood gushing from its neck, almost reaching the dome several meters high.

The judge standing beside the prisoner did not flinch, letting the scattered blood splatter on his body, and calmly sheathed his sword.

Clang.

The knight, bathed in blood and stained crimson, raised his head and calmly pronounced his verdict:

"Trial".

"Execution complete."

---Aside---

One update today, totaling 6,000 words.

Today was incredibly busy... and I even got called to work...

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By the way, I cut out the "lust" part; I really didn't intentionally write it on May 520th.

No, it really isn't.

Chapter 144 Sleep Away (Please subscribe, vote with monthly tickets, comment, and recommend!)

silence.

Tick.

There was no sound in the vast space except for the sound of blood dripping from the armor.

Tick.

The lustful head lay on the ground, its eyes, wet with blood and tears, gazing dazedly at the knight before it.

She was filled with confusion.

"Hehe...why?"

Blood gushed from her throat, and her head, still beautiful even now, looked at the judge and asked a question.

why?

Why was he completely unaffected?

Why was he able to act so decisively?

Why……

Can he kill me?

Lust is more aware of its own state of being than anyone else.

She is immortal.

Only the spirit survives in the dream world of the courthouse.

She is a virus, and also a plague.

As long as anyone present remembers her, as long as lust remains in their hearts, she will not perish.

Or rather, even if she is destroyed, she will be reborn.

Because desire cannot be destroyed.

But at this moment, with the body separated from its head, she sensed something different.

Unlike the countless false "deaths" she had experienced before, she felt death was truly approaching at this moment.

Strangely, her desires were not completely eradicated; instead, a different situation arose.

A situation she couldn't understand.

The other person did not answer, but their cold gaze, emanating from beneath the helmet, pierced her very soul.

laugh.

The sharp sword mercilessly pierced through her brow, passed through the back of her head, and pinned her to the ground.

So natural and peaceful.

他 说:

"Sleep now."

At this moment, lust felt pain.

She hadn't felt pain for a very, very long time.

I don't know when it started, but any pain can turn into pleasure.

No matter how brutally she was treated, no matter what kind of humiliation she suffered, the torment that should have driven her to despair turned into a pleasure that drove her to the brink of collapse.

Time and again, she eventually succumbed to the endless pleasure.

She walked into that abyss.

She began to enjoy it all and started looking for new goals to satisfy her pleasure.

From that moment on, she lost the feeling of being alive; all that remained in the world was a beast driven by desire.

A source of contamination spreading a plague known as "Lust".

But now, at this moment when utter destruction is imminent.

She felt pain, and she felt alive.

Very ironic.

Even with a long sword piercing her skull, she was still able to recall her carefree life at this moment.

That was the peaceful and beautiful life before I truly succumbed to my desires.

Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face, turning into blood-red flowers that fell and shattered.

I'm dying?

I can finally die?

"........."

His open eyes slowly closed, and a lustful smile gradually crept onto his lips.

"Thanks……"

Whether or not he uttered those words, his lustful thoughts gradually faded away.

ended.

These hundreds of years of torment, countless days and nights of suffering.

It has finally come to an end.

……

……

"They really did it!?"

The young crow looked bewildered by the sudden change in the situation and stared blankly at the big man.