The woman's voice mingled with the wails of the dead. Though faint, it remained clear amid the cacophony.
Silas heard that voice.
She wasn't speaking, merely murmuring softly, humming.
The sound was full of tender affection yet carried seduction, as if it could easily stir up the desires lurking in people's hearts, urging them to release, to immerse themselves in endless pleasure.
Before he knew it, Silas had stopped moving, a pained expression surfacing on his face.
Crimson glimmers appeared on his face. He felt his sanity teetering under the influence of that voice.
Hallucinations seemed to appear before his eyes.
He saw flourishing branches and leaves, tree roots spiraling and coiling as if to cover the entire universe.
The stems and leaves were full of vitality yet carried endless evil.
As if everything in the world would become part of the plant, reproducing and expanding together with these branches and leaves.
Silas's consciousness dispersed, as if drowning in the plants' lushness, becoming one with them...
Until...
"Whoosh!"
The surging sound of phantom tides resounded in his mind, driving away that female voice.
"Ugh!"
Silas struggled violently, snapping awake from the mad hallucination.
He quickly looked down to see granulation tissue wriggling and growing on his arm.
As if these flesh buds had gained their own consciousness, wanting to grow organs and reproduce independently.
"Swish!"
Silas used his hand like a blade, unhesitatingly slicing off these flesh buds and spitting out fireballs to burn them all clean.
"What happened?"
From beside him in the void, Sharron asked in a lowered voice.
His state just now had been very strange.
She'd thought he was just having another bout of madness, but seeing his subsequent actions, she felt an inexplicable familiarity.
It looked very much like how those Indulgence Faction guys appeared when losing control.
"Phew."
Silas looked at the ashes remaining on the ground, feeling lingering fear in his heart.
Having been a Secrets Suppliant for a long time, he roughly guessed what had happened.
His state just now should have been because he heard that voice and suffered the influence from its owner.
Just a bit of sound had such a terrifying effect?
You have to understand, even the True Creator's mad ravings didn't affect him this severely!
It seemed the voice's owner was an evil god even more dangerous than the True Creator.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking Sharron, "Do you know which evil god the Rose School worships?"
"Originally it was the Chained God, but later He seemed to be corrupted by some evil god."
Sharron answered.
"Based on my observations, those Indulgence Faction members who fall into loss of control occasionally call that existence the 'Mother Tree of Desire.'"
Mother Tree of Desire?
Good. I'll remember that.
Silas thought to himself.
After a brief rest, he led Sharron to continue advancing.
"This is the limit. Any further and Steve will immediately discover us."
She warned.
Silas looked at that door at the end of the corridor. A heavy bloody smell was drifting over.
Who knew how many people those two guys had killed to produce such an intense odor. No mistake, it must be here.
So, what method should he use to launch the initial attack?
He thought for a moment and quickly had an idea, revealing a cold smile because of it.
They like indulgence, do they?
Inside the room.
The "Zombie" Jason was thoroughly enjoying the blood and flesh of the dead.
The generous Count Andres was a supporter of the Rose School, providing them with large amounts of fresh blood food, and they gave back in return, providing help for his endeavors.
The quality of the young servants the count sent over was very good. Jason liked them a lot.
But something strange happened.
Although he'd already eaten his fill, he increasingly felt hungry.
The fresh bloody scent echoed at his nose and in his mouth, burning his appetite flames ever more vigorously.
Jason felt somewhat confused but still lowered his head to gnaw. However, this hunger couldn't be dispelled no matter what.
Instead, it surged from his stomach all the way up, rushing straight to his brain.
Hungry!
So hungry!
The hunger tormented him. His eyes turned blood red, his heart beating violently as if it wouldn't stop until it broke his ribs.
Perhaps he could try a Beyonder's flesh and blood?
For some reason, this thought suddenly appeared in Jason's mind.
When he raised his head to look across, he noticed that Steve on the other side of the room had likewise stood up from his chair, his eyes flickering with desire for souls.
His inner desires also seemed to be rapidly magnifying!
"We're under attack!"
Steve struggled to suppress his emotions, shouting to Jason, "Get up quickly!"
An attack?
Jason endured the torture of his desires, taking some effort to understand Steve's words.
Because of their long-held indulgence philosophy, they had absolutely no resistance to desires.
He'd never craved fresh flesh and blood so intensely, especially from this powerful Beyonder before him.
If it were normal times, he definitely wouldn't have the guts to think about attacking Steve, who was higher sequence than himself.
But now, it was as if a seed of desire had been planted in his heart, then rapidly grew under his own watering, becoming a towering tree.
"Swish!"
Jason watched as Steve transformed from his normal state into wraith mode, feeling regret in his heart because he'd lost the opportunity to bite into flesh.
While transforming into a wraith, Steve had already taken the lead, passing through the wooden door to search for the attacker.
"die."
Through the door, Jason faintly heard a cold and crazed voice ring out.
"Boom!"
In the next moment, the door was smashed open from outside. Steve tumbled in following the momentum, falling onto the floor.
However strong he'd been when floating out just now, that's how pathetic his fall looked now.
"It's Sharron!"
Steve clutched his head, crying out in pain. "We've been attacked by her!"
Jason hastily acted according to what he said, activating his death spells.
"Roar!"
The corpses on the ground that he'd gnawed beyond recognition cried out, struggling to climb up.
They'd been transformed by Jason into living corpses under his command, staggering outward.
However, these living corpses suddenly attacked Steve on the ground, opening their terrible maws to pin down the Steve on the floor.
They wanted to feast on flesh!
Under the effect of some peculiar ability, their craving for flesh and blood had become incomparably intense!
"Get lost!"
With an angry roar, Steve exerted force with his body.
Strength far surpassing the living corpses threw off those pressing on him, while he simultaneously transformed back into wraith state.
At the same time, Jason finally saw through the smashed-open door the attacker outside.
Sharron, who Steve had discovered, was nowhere to be seen. Outside the door stood only a young man wearing red robes.
He looked at Jason with an elusive smile, his entire being like the embodiment of desire itself.
When looking directly at him, intense emotions and impulsive desires flooded the brain.
The ability of the "Desire Apostle," "Desire Manipulation"!
For these indulgent types, this ability was extremely lethal!
Grazed subjects:
1. Pyromaniac: Arson
2. Faceless:
Disguise
Paper Figurine Substitutes
Flaming Jump
3. Interrogator:
Psychic Piercing
Lash of Pain
4. Devil:
Demonization
Lava Sword
Danger Perception
5. Mr. A:
Pain Witch
Devil
Baron of Corruption
Interrogator
Wind-blessed
Nightmare
Arbiter
6. Desire Apostle:
Desire Manipulation, Mental Shock, Desire Incarnation
7. You know the rest