CHAPTER 43: THE TRUTH ABOUT DESECRATOR NUMBER 43! (PLEASE FOLLOW!)

"Impossible! How can that be? It’s far too little! Even for your blood, I need at least ten drops to recover!"

"Then ten drops it is. You give it to me first, then I’ll give it to you later."

"...Fine, deal! You better not go back on your word!"

Although Eliza was extremely unwilling, she ultimately had no choice but to bow her head and compromise.

But as Eliza lowered her head, she couldn’t help but smile slightly.

"That’s great..."

There was no alternative, Eliza was just too hungry.

Especially after she tasted Herbert’s blood, the tempting flavor continually tormented her soul.

The holy blood with its burning sensation devastated her body, yet seemed to possess a unique addictive magic, opening another doorway in her heart.

She faintly sensed that a strange fetish had awakened within her, yet she was somewhat unsure and unwilling to admit it.

She somewhat wanted to experience that painful sensation once more... but how could she possibly say that out loud!

She didn’t even dare to proactively ask Herbert for the holy blood, fearing he might notice.

"No, it’s okay, humans are despicable; this guy definitely won’t abide by the agreement. He’ll surely use the holy blood to brush me off when the time comes."

"And then I’ll be able to drink it again smoothly!"

Yes, that’s it.

Just let me have one more sip, just one sip!

Otherwise, I...

"Hehe, hehe!"

Eliza giggled weirdly inside, extending her slender fingers from the coffin, squeezing out a drop of blood as red as a blood diamond from her fingertip.

Herbert put that drop of blood into the empty holy water crystal bottle, his lips curling up slightly.

Good.

Legendary Vampire Demon Material, in hand!

Nenasha, having witnessed the entire bargaining process, couldn’t help but comment: ["So, this is how you’ve been tricking materials out of others."]

"None of your business! Besides, this is a proper, equal transaction anyway."

Herbert and Eliza seemed to have spent a long time, but in reality, they hadn’t.

From the moment he arrived there until he got the essence blood, it took only five minutes.

Two minutes remaining!

But before Herbert could swallow the essence blood, he heard Nenasha’s warning.

["He’s already here~"]

So soon!

Herbert’s gaze sharpened, just about to recklessly swallow the blood when his expression suddenly changed.

A figure stepped into his light; Herbert clearly saw the Desecrator he had been busy with for quite a while.

!!!

Herbert immediately prepared to slash with his sword, but his movements halted midway.

Because at that moment, the appearance of the opponent was very different from what he imagined.

Extremely different!

"This is?"

The Desecrator’s face had no special features, appearing just like a common Cultivator.

The dry, pale complexion looked somewhat stiff, emitting a stench blending fishiness and decay.

The true peculiarity lay beneath his neck—it looked nothing like a living person!

His upper body appeared as if torn by some giant beast, leaving enormous scars, the chest pierced through, with the flesh and organs inside directly shredded and destroyed.

Not only the upper body but his lower half was equally gruesome.

The left leg was better off, broken into three segments, barely connected by layers of skin.

The flesh on the right leg was entirely gone, leaving only a blackened leg bone supporting his staggering body, struggling to move forward.

Click, click, click...

With each step he took, pieces of flesh dropped from his body, turning into scattered dust before hitting the ground.

This appearance... what did he go through?

Most crucially, Herbert stood right in front of him, separated by only one meter, yet those pale eyes lacked any reflection of him.

The Desecrator completely ignored Herbert.

He simply continued moving forward.

Heading into the unseen darkness.

When the Desecrator walked straight past Herbert, Herbert slowly exhaled and inwardly asked, "...Is this what you meant by coming at me?"

["It’s not my fault, you were just in front of him, so naturally, he walked towards you."]

Oh, come on!

Herbert rolled his eyes aggressively.

Darn it!

You were just watching the fun, not worried at all that your ally might encounter danger.

Turns out there wasn’t any need to worry at all!!!

"So, you knew all along that he posed no threat to me."

["Of course!"]

The Evil God responded complacently: ["Even I wouldn’t let an ally die without help!"]

"But you didn’t tell me the truth."

["Indeed, because your reaction was truly amusing~"]

"...Sigh."

Things had become too unpredictable, and Herbert just lacked the energy to be angry with the damn Evil God.

He decided to deal with the situation now and talk about it later.

"So, what exactly is the situation with this guy?"

["He’s already dead... what’s left inside this body is just a stubborn will, driving him forward."]

Nenasha recognized she’d thoroughly offended Herbert this time, and refrained from further provocations, sincerely explaining:

["Or rather, he originally died days ago when other souls occupied his body."]

Possessed by someone?

Herbert raised an eyebrow, hesitated for a moment, then decisively followed behind the Desecrator.

He was eager to know where this guy intended to go.

What was his obsession?

The two quietly walked one behind the other in the darkness for quite a while, until the Desecrator’s remaining flesh was nearly gone; he finally stopped before a wall.

This place?

As Herbert vaguely realized something, the Desecrator spoke:

"Where are you..."

His voice resembled layers overlapping, a husky tone neither male nor female echoing in the darkness.

"Grand Mage, why won’t you see me..."

So, he really came seeking Svanni!?

Herbert squinted, tightened his grip on his sword, aiming the tip at the back of his head, ready to strike if he made any move.

But as Herbert hesitated, a soft sigh came from the darkness ahead.

"Ah..."

"After all this time, why bother searching for me now?"

A hoarse whisper, tinged with a bit of complaint.

"Please spare him, for a man already dead, there’s no need to trouble the Prison Warden to act personally."

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

With light sounds accompanying, subtle changes occurred in the darkness.

In the next moment, Herbert clearly sensed the path—a route leading to another cage within the dark space.

Svanni, who had been hiding in isolation, voluntarily revealed his location!