CHAPTER 456: CHAPTER 195: FALLEN DESIRE

In the manor.

Two soldiers guarding the entrance to the underground sacrificial altar.

"Want to listen, listen to the voice of my master." One soldier murmured.

Hearing this, the other soldier beside him nodded.

"It’s okay, next time we’ll be able to go down and listen."

The entire manor became quiet, as if it were empty.

Only these two soldiers remained here.

A group of Night Watchers infiltrated like ghostly shadows.

They reached the rooms on either side of the passage, standing in the shadow of candlelight, watching the two cultists at the entrance.

[Take action.]

"Whoosh!"

The crossbow arrow shot out.

At a peculiar angle, it pierced through a soldier’s throat.

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

A fatal blow killed the soldier, supporting his corpse to prevent it from crashing onto the floor noisily.

The weapon loosened from his hand was caught by the Night Watcher with his leg.

The other soldier was dealt with more directly.

As the arrow shot out, he leapt from the shadows directly in front of the soldier.

The weapon in his hand pierced through the throat, nearly impaling the entire head.

He also supported the corpse to prevent noise.

Two more Night Watchers swiftly emerged from the shadows, and together with four, they carried the two corpses into the nearby room.

Prepared apparatus covered the corpses, hiding their bloody scent.

Blood that dripped onto the floor was cleaned away.

The captain groped towards the darkness below, followed closely by the other Night Watchers.

Below.

This was originally the manor’s wine cellar.

But at this moment.

It had been transformed into the sacrificial altar of the Evil God.

The voices of girls screamed here, echoing.

"Let me go! What do you want!"

"I don’t want to be a maid anymore, let me go."

"Mom, save me, mom!"

Desperate cries, pleas for mercy.

In the center of the sacrificial altar, one wooden rack after another stood upright.

The girls brought from the refugees were now firmly bound to these racks.

On the racks, there were traces of dried blood.

All around, cages and various instruments for execution were scattered.

The girls forcibly bound to the racks were displayed in a stone crucifix form.

And in the center of the racks was a bizarre hourglass-like pattern, formed by intricate decorations and indecipherable text into an array.

It looked like two triangles superimposed at their apex.

The entire array emitted a faint pink-purple light.

"Do not cry before my master, but plunge gratefully into that delight."

Saying this, he slightly raised his hands.

Pink tentacles spread from the array, climbing onto the racks, entwining the girls, sealing their mouths.

The girls were nearly scared to unconsciousness.

The tentacles exuded transparent mucus and had tiny, dense feelers.

Around them, cultists knelt in a circle.

They wore leather garments, these clothes were quite... intriguing?

Exposing themselves, as if showcasing, they prostrated.

On their exposed skin, there were scars of varying ages.

A faint pink-purple smoke filled the entire cellar.

The girls struggled, their skin began to turn faintly red.

"I am a follower of desire, and I will offer these sacrifices!"

He drew a whip from his hand, beginning to lash the girls.

At this moment he released the tentacles blocking their mouths.

Frenzied lashing tore apart the already thin, plain clothes.

Leaving red marks.

The girls cried and tears fell, their painful screams filled the entire cellar.

"Whoosh!"

A sharp arrow flew out from the darkness.

The noble, caught up in this senseless act, somehow sensed it and raised his hand.

He caught the arrow in his grasp.

"Rats?"

"Take them down! That noble is mine."

The Night Watcher captain said, rushing out from the darkness, both hands holding agile short swords.

The noble immediately retreated, swinging a long whip from his hand.

The incoming whip was blocked by the captain’s blade, wrapping around it.

Just as the noble attempted to disarm the enemy’s weapon, immense power pulled him back.

He hastily waved his hand.

A thick pink tentacle whipped out heavily.

The captain ducked down.

His other knife swung upwards.

The sharp blade actually cut the tentacle off.

The tentacle was evidently connected to the noble in some way, and its severing caused intense pain, making the noble cry out.

However, amidst the painful shouts, there seemed to be a different meaning.

"Disgusting." The Night Watcher captain cursed angrily.

He charged over.

Facing the attacking tentacle, he executed a strange twist in mid-air, swinging his dual swords.

The tentacle became dead flesh, falling to the ground.

The captain reached the noble’s side.

More tentacle severance pain made the noble writhing on the ground while screaming.

He acted decisively.

The dual swords pierced into the enemy’s heart and mouth respectively.

The noble twisted in agony, but eventually stopped moving unwillingly.

At this moment, this noble grew many abnormal tentacles, which fell as their master died.

The other Night Watchers already rushed into the mass of gathered cultists.

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