Chapter 259: Sword Emperor "McCarthy"
Behind the extinguished wall of fire, a figure in silver armor stood with a sword in hand.
“Keke, as expected of the Sword Emperor ‘McCarthy’!”
A sinister laugh suddenly echoed from the depths of the dark street.
The faceless ghosts in the surroundings seed to receive so kind of command.
They all turned simultaneously and retreated into the darkness of the street.
McCarthy frowned slightly, looking toward the owner of the voice.
In McCarthy’s vision, a figure gradually erged from the darkness.
The figure wore a blood-patterned black robe, the attire of the Cult of the Demon God.
McCarthy’s expression froze for a mont before his figure flickered.
The light of the sword reappeared, directly charging toward the last of the Cult of the Demon God mbers.
The final cultist grinned hideously.
At that mont, the sword light vanished.
McCarthy stood in the street with a look of disbelief.
His body staggered, almost falling to the ground.
It was as if McCarthy had borne an imnse weight.
His legs suddenly buckled, causing him to kneel halfway to the ground.
The longsword in his hand was now propped against the ground as a support.
Clenching his teeth, McCarthy rolled backward.
A loud “boom” echoed.
The area where McCarthy had originally stood caved in significantly.
No, it wasn’t just the area; the ground surrounding the last cultist of the Demon God had also sunk deeply.
“Divine Power: Supergravity?”
McCarthy looked gravely at the blood-patterned black-robed figure not far away.
Supergravity was a unique ability of the Divine Child.
It could create a gravitational field.
Anyone entering the field would be suppressed by the gravity.
The Sword God Style focused on speed and one-strike kills.
Once inside the gravity field, he would be restrained.
“Explosive Fireball!”
At that mont, a soft shout ca from the city wall behind.
A dazzling explosive fireball roared forth.
It swept over McCarthy’s head and hurtled toward the last cultist of the Demon God.
As the fireball approached within thirty ters of the cultist, it suddenly dropped mid-air.
The fireball was directly crushed, exploding on the ground.
Instead of bursting into flas, there was only a flash of fire before it dissipated.
Seeing this, McCarthy’s heart sank.
This was trouble—a particularly troubleso special ability.
Judging by the large pit at the cultist’s feet, the gravity field affected all directions.
No matter where McCarthy attacked from, he would have to pass through the gravity field.
Against such an opponent, the only option was to exhaust him at any cost.
The Divine Child’s abilities were unique.
But maintaining such powers ca at a price.
That price could be physical energy, ntal strength, or other conditions for use.
“If you won’t co to , then I’ll co to you!”
The last cultist of the Demon God grinned hideously.
“I am the Cult of the Demon God’s Arrogant High Bishop ‘Darnell.’ Rember this na until your dying breath!”
Darnell stepped forward.
He walked down the street.
McCarthy’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly retreated.
While chaos erupted outside the north gate of the palace, an uninvited guest appeared in the underground treasury of the palace.
The invasion by the Cult of the Demon God had already put the palace on high alert.
Even in the labyrinthine tunnels of the underground treasury, soldiers from the Royal Guard patrol diligently.
At a T-shaped intersection, a silvery, smooth head peeked out from around a corner.
The owner of the head was none other than Li ng.
Seeing no one outside, Li ng quickly darted out.
His figure flickered as he ran deeper into the passageway.
Twisting and turning, Li ng finally entered a massive underground space.
“This is… crystal?”
Gazing at the enormous mountain-like crystal before him, Li ng squinted slightly.
From the mont he entered this massive space, he felt a vague sense of unease.
The crystal was conical, floating above the ground in the enormous underground space.
Below it was a platform.
The platform was piled high with crystal fragnts of various sizes.
A pathway cut through the blue crystal shards.
At the end of the pathway stood a high platform.
Atop the layered steps was the floating crystal.
“Tyrone, as one of the captains of the Royal Guard, Duke Ferrandy has treated you well. Why are you doing this?”
A resentful voice of a woman suddenly echoed through the massive space.
Looking toward the platform, one could see a group of Cult of the Demon God mbers in blood-patterned black robes.
They stood in a line, numbering over a dozen.
The leader wore a more ornate blood-patterned black robe.
With a face full of glee, he looked at the furious, despairing woman on the ground.
Beside him stood a knight clad in heavy armor.
The knight had golden hair and a twisted, handso face.
“Haha!”
The woman’s questioning made the knight burst into wild laughter.
“Why? Katerina, you wretched woman, why am I doing this? Don’t you understand? Don’t tell you’ve forgotten our past. I was your fiancé. Ferrandy knew that, yet after becoming Duke, he snatched you away from . It made a laughingstock among the nobility. For years, I endured rumors and humiliation, all for the chance to make you pay. Today, I’ve succeeded. The entire Irisis Principality will bury my years of disgrace. Haha! Hahaha!”
Curled on the ground, Katerina’s face turned pale.
She looked at the laughing Tyrone in disbelief.
She had indeed been Tyrone’s fiancée.
But Tyrone had willingly let go and blessed her and Ferrandy.
Could it be that Tyrone had been harboring resentnt all these years, disguising himself with a facade of benevolence?
The black-robed man beside him grew impatient.
“Tyrone, don’t tell you’re hesitating?”
The black-robed man looked at the laughing Tyrone with a mocking smirk.
Tyrone’s laughter abruptly stopped.
Expressionless, he stared at Katerina.
Tyrone pulled out a small vial from his waist.
Removing the stopper, he walked toward Katerina.
“What… what are you doing?”
With a lascivious grin, Tyrone crouched down.
He reached out with his left hand and forcibly grabbed Katerina’s jaw.
Then, he poured the liquid from the vial into her mouth.
“You’ll find out soon.”
After ensuring every drop of the liquid was consud, Tyrone stood up.
Beside Katerina, Tyrone began removing his armor.
This scene filled Katerina’s face with terror.
“You… you can’t do this!”
Katerina tried to rise, but her body felt limp and weak.
A growing heat within her body caused her cheeks to flush.
In no ti, her breathing beca rapid.
Her face turned flushed, and her gaze beca sowhat dazed.
Her hands involuntarily began stroking her voluptuous body.
Although older in age, Katerina still retained her allure.
Her curvaceous figure was a perfect example of ample bosom and wide hips.
Even the purple long dress couldn’t hide the seductive curves of her body.
Her coffee-colored, waist-length hair hung loosely down her back and onto the ground.
Her flushed face exuded a natural charm from within.
As a woman, Katerina was undoubtedly a treasure in the eyes of n.
As the last piece of shoulder armor was removed, Tyrone greedily watched Katerina's twisting body.
"Katerina!"
Tyrone shouted the na of the woman he loved and hated.
With bloodshot eyes, he pounced on the woman writhing on the ground.
At this mont, Katerina's body was already in disarray.
Her dress had slipped off her shoulders, slightly exposing her upper body.
Her long, slender, and fair legs were exposed to the air.
Tyrone’s arrival caused Katerina to instinctively cling to the man on her body.
She let out a sound of comfort from her lips.
At this mont, Katerina had completely lost her reason.
Looking down at Katerina's flushed face, Tyrone smirked wickedly.
He lowered his head, attempting to kiss those red lips.
“Who are you?”
At this mont, a loud shout ca from a black-robed figure nearby.
The voice startled Tyrone into a shiver.
Behind Tyrone, the demon cult followers were watching the black-robed figure ahead of them with vigilance.
Although also in black robes, this figure lacked the blood patterns on his garnt.
The smooth and shiny round head looked sowhat comical.
He had appeared abruptly.
No one could detect how he arrived.
The newcor was Li ng.
Li ng looked curiously at the massive crystal before him.
From the crystal emanated a massive and ominous aura.
Humans possessed this aura as well.
But not as intensely as the crystal.
"If I punched it, could I destroy the crystal?"
Li ng couldn’t help but entertain this thought.
What would happen if the crystal were destroyed?
Li ng was equally curious, very curious.
But he held back.
If destroying the crystal released the demon, it would spell big trouble.
“I am Fraude, the High Archbishop of Lust from the Demon God Cult. I advise you to leave imdiately. This is not a place for you. You shouldn't be here!”
Fraude narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the peculiar figure not far away.
He couldn’t sense any crystal magic power fluctuations from this person.
Yet, Fraude didn’t believe the figure to be an ordinary person.
For so reason, the presence of this person gave him a headache.
This was not a good sign.
Li ng turned to look at the two people on the ground.
The man stared at him with a shocked expression.
While the woman, her face flushed, seed to have lost her senses.
Her voluptuous body writhed like a snake, moving unconsciously.
“What’s going on here?”
Li ng looked curiously at the man and woman in front of him.
It didn’t seem to be a simple act of intimacy.
Fraude let out a creepy laugh.
“This is a contract. It’s also the price Tyrone paid for his revenge. From now on, these two will beco my followers of love!”
With that, Fraude clapped his hands.
A row of demon cult followers behind him removed their hoods.
They were all pairs of n and won.
“Do you see this? This is love, eternal love. They will be together forever, loyal to each other, never betraying one another. Haha! This is the purest love in the world, the greatest love. Today, a new couple will join them. Haha!”
Fraude laughed maniacally, his face filled with pride and satisfaction as he looked at his followers of love.
Li ng stared speechlessly at Fraude’s so-called followers of love.
The n and won all had vacant expressions, clearly abnormal.
“This is your divine power?”
Without a doubt, the High Archbishop before him was also a Divine Child.
His followers of love were clearly connected to his divine power.
“Yes, this is my divine power, 'King of Lust.' The deeper they love, the stronger they beco. Wives will draw power from their husbands, and I, the great Lord of Lust, will draw power from the won. This is a gift. It’s my blessing to my lovely followers of love. They will briefly regain their sanity through my love and deepen their bond. Only this kind of love is beautiful.”
Fraude's face was filled with intoxication and pride.
To him, his love was the purest in the world.
No other love could surpass his.
Li ng looked at the deranged Fraude with speechlessness.
“It seems your love is built on betrayal.”
What ‘King of Lust’? It was nothing more than using intense negative emotions to enhance his strength.
After all, the soul and spirit are incredibly mysterious things.
“Betrayal? What is that?”
“You don’t need to know. Because I’ve decided to kill you all!”
Although he himself had betrayed others, he was a goblin. In the goblin race, there was no concept of betrayal.
To goblins, all females were rely tools for reproduction.
As a goblin, Li ng had long abandoned human morals and ethics.
His princesses were mostly forr partners of others.
Li ng wouldn’t seek out virgins.
He had no interest in them, and such won were unsuitable for breeding.
Without love, he had no high demands for won.
Nor did he have any sense of possession.
Take Bai Ling, for instance. Although Li ng liked her, he had no possessiveness toward her.
If Bai Ling could produce white-scaled lizardn offspring, Li ng would forcibly pair her with the strongest male lizardman, even if she didn’t want to.
It was the choice that maximized benefits.
As a priestess of the Swamp Lizardn, her bloodline’s potential was imnse.
With her offspring, Bai Ling’s strength would skyrocket within a few years.
Becoming a Grand Water Priestess was not out of reach.
If he could mass-produce her bloodline, Li ng had no reason to refuse.
Love and romance were things Li ng had long discarded.
He was the Goblin King, now and forever.
He had accepted his reality and identity long ago.
Thus, when selecting princesses, fertility was the top priority.
Hearing this, Tyrone and Fraude’s expressions changed.
“If you wish to die, so be it!”
Fraude grinned hideously, his face filled with malice.
The followers of love behind him suddenly moved and charged toward Li ng.
“A Sword King? Impressive strength, but still insufficient!”
One of the followers wielded a long sword, slashing at Li ng.
The speed of the swing was swift, leaving only a flash of sword light.
But Li ng was faster, slapping the follower's head with his palm.
With a loud “bang,” the follower was sent flying.
He flew over ten ters before landing and rolling on the ground.
In a flash, Li ng charged forward.
He appeared instantly in front of another follower.
With another slap, the follower was knocked to the ground.
On the platform, only the sound of “bangs” could be heard.
In re monts, Fraude’s followers were all defeated.
From Tyrone’s perspective, the black-robed figure had vanished.
When he turned his head, all the cult mbers on the platform were already lying on the ground.
“Do you have any special abilities?”
Standing before Fraude, Li ng’s tall figure looked down on him.
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