Hmm, this Desire Curse indeed has a face only a mother could love.
It even wants to lick the foot of our Black Tide Secret Society's Bishop.
...Even through a leather boot, Sharo would be disgusted enough to vomit.
"How should we deal with it?"
Sharo took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to stomp the Desire Curse's head, and asked Rogel.
"Leave it to me."
"You go and clean up those Kizi heretics, make sure to leave one or two alive to gather intelligence."
Rogel said.
Sharo nodded, coldly glanced at the Desire Curse on the ground, then transformed into the surging Black Tide to approach the group of Kizi believers.
Rogel turned his head to look at the Desire Curse on the ground.
It was no longer the confident figure it once was, with its flesh and blood torn open, pus dripping, and its body displaying exposed bones and tendons.
The Power of the Demigod Rogel borrowed from Doyle had already crushed this fellow into a half-dead state.
"...Master..."
