He looked at the wooden carved Divine Statue suddenly turning its head towards him and even revealing a smile.
Despite having experienced much, Qin Chu still felt his scalp tingling at this scene.
In front of him, various scenes began to erge, as if countless graceful figures were dancing around him, surrounded by beautiful won everywhere, their pale bodies twisting freely, showing off the most beautiful scenery.
A tempting fragrance blossod in his nostrils.
The won were getting closer and closer to Qin Chu.
Qin Chu could tell sothing was very wrong. He wanted to evade, but his legs felt like they were filled with lead, completely immobile, and he could only watch helplessly as one perfect fantasy, the most beautiful won, swayed their enchanting figures into his arms.
He could feel a soft yet resilient touch behind him.
On his left and right sides were all enchanting and bewitching ladies.
What is the land of tenderness?
This is the land of tenderness.
Soft, alluring voices echoed in his ears like feathers teasing his heart, igniting a hotter fla within him.
This was a paradise that could make any man sink into depravity.
Qin Chu knew this was an Illusion Realm.
This was the influence brought upon him by that weird Divine Statue.
But breaking free from this illusion was not easy, it was entirely different from any hallucinations he had encountered before, it was more lifelike and also more dangerous.
As he watched the won in front of him begin to act more and more excessively, Qin Chu suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.
A piercing pain shot through him, and combined with Qin Chu’s high spiritual power, the illusion shattered.
The won, who had enrapturing figures and stunning looks, suddenly turned ferocious, as if they had morphed into twisted Evil Ghosts. With sharp nails outstretched, they screeched and lunged at Qin Chu.
But before their nails could touch Qin Chu’s body, these won’s figures shattered like mirrors struck by a heavy blow, disappearing completely with a piercing scream.
Phew...
Qin Chu took a deep breath out, feeling his forehead’s veins protruding, his body having endured imnse pressure in just a brief mont; his clothes were soaked through.
Next to him, Carol, Angelica, and Wozworth looked at Qin Chu with a strange gaze. They could see the bloodshot veins sprawled clearly across the black of his eyes.
"Brother, what’s wrong?" Wozworth quickly asked, "Ever since you saw this Divine Statue, you’ve been acting strange..."
Qin Chu didn’t respond but looked at the statue in front of him. The Divine Statue had returned to normal, as if everything he had seen before were re illusions.
Then... Qin Chu stepped forward, grabbed the statue, and thrust its head into the ground, dirtying the entire Divine Statue with dirt.
That wasn’t enough; seeing a latrine in the distance, he flung it with a ’bang,’ tossing the Divine Statue directly into the cesspit.
You claim to be a Divine being of elegance and the esteed Authority of Desire, right?
Then go be elegant and esteed in the cesspit.
He seed to hear a mad roar in his ears, not certain if it was just Qin Chu’s illusion.
Damn it.
Qin Chu spat.
This series of actions baffled Carol, Angelica, and Wozworth. Though it was the statue of an Evil God, wasn’t throwing it into a cesspit a bit too awful?
"Hey..." Qin Chu grinned and laughed, "Just now, the will inside that thing wanted to erode my soul. I was just giving it a little return gift."
After giving a brief explanation, Qin Chu’s gaze swept around once more: "Brother, it seems your Empress is not here. She probably guessed her identity has been exposed, so she must have found a place to hide."
"The rest is up to you, brother. If there’s an outco and you need help, you can contact at any ti."
The search and investigation was Wozworth’s forte.
As the Emperor, Wozworth had under his command the Oville Empire’s strongest intelligence agencies, using their power was far better than him dizzily relying on luck.
Approaching Angelica, Qin Chu embraced her in his arms amidst her slightly embarrassed gaze, nodded to Wozworth and Carol as a farewell, and then carried Angelica back to the palace.
They journeyed in silence.
Angelica quietly leaned against Qin Chu’s chest, clearly hearing the thump of his heartbeat.
Her small hand clutched Qin Chu’s clothes, her face wearing a blissful smile.
She quite liked this feeling, even if it wasn’t the pleasure of bed, just holding her like this made Angelica feel happy.
"Master, I can walk on my own..." Angelica whispered, feeling unqualified as a Maid to be carried by her master.
"Do you plan to wobble and take until tomorrow morning to get ho?" Qin Chu raised an eyebrow, speaking softly.
Angelica puffed her cheeks, knowing her master ant well, but couldn’t he express it in a slightly kinder way?
"Angelica..."
Angelica’s delicate body shuddered slightly; she sensed a sudden seriousness in Qin Chu’s tone.
"Hmm..." she responded quietly.
"I rember what I told you before, right?"
"No matter what happens, you must prioritize your life as the most important thing. Information is vital, but your life is more important." Qin Chu spoke quietly.
Angelica bit her lip, unsure how to respond.
Indeed, Qin Chu had said those words, but in that situation, all Angelica wanted was to know the enemy’s detailed plans, not wanting her master to be hurt. How could she have ti to think about those things?
"I was wrong," Angelica admitted softly.
But in her heart, she thought that if the sa situation arose again, she would probably make the sa choice.
"Since you were wrong, you must accept punishnt."
Punishnt?
Angelica’s eyes widened. What kind of punishnt? Instinctively, her hands covered her backside—could it be a spanking?
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"Please, if we’re going to fight, go easy on ."
Just as Angelica was shaking with fear, Qin Chu suddenly lowered his head and captured her pale pink lips in his.
...
On the other side, Wozworth quietly stayed inside the Imperial Palace.
Just as Qin Chu had anticipated, Wozworth had dispatched all his intelligence personnel to search for the whereabouts of Queen vis.
At the sa ti, he began to arrest the mbers listed in the roster left by Angela before her death.
However, Wozworth’s expression gradually beca uglier.
"Your Majesty, Princess Penny is not in the palace. According to her maids, she left the Imperial Palace this afternoon to et with close friends."
"Your Majesty, Princess Jennifer is not inside the palace..."
"The Thirteenth Princess is not in the palace."
Intelligence personnel kept bringing bad news; two princesses and one princess listed in roster had disappeared like Queen vis, and no one knew their whereabouts.
Wozworth’s facial features twisted, and he clenched his fists tightly.
But as more and more news ca in, Wozworth’s complexion grew even uglier.
"The wife and daughter of Marquis Michelle left their mansion this afternoon and have been missing ever since."
"All seven wives of Count Yellen have disappeared."
"All six daughters of Viscount Alar have disappeared..."
All those on Angela’s list had vanished, and without exception, they had all left their residences this afternoon and then could no longer be found.
It seed that Angela and Sharon were considered expendable from the start.
While they had been planning to use their own hands to get rid of Qin Chu, vis had already started arranging the next step of her plan—preemptively evacuating mbers of the Blissful Witch Association from the Imperial Palace. If Angela and Sharon succeeded, that was favourable, but if they failed, vis had a second course of action prepared.
She even withdrew all the Blissful Witch Association mbers belonging to vis from the entire Imperial City.
What on Earth did this woman want to do?
Wozworth knitted his brows tightly.
All of a sudden, his eyes widened as he recalled the three photographs he saw in the Queen’s bedroom: those of his son, Qin Chu, and himself.
And he thought of Angela’s death.
That foolish and pitiable princess had wanted to give birth to a Divine Embryo, to draw the bloodline of a divine being into this world, but in the end, due to her insufficient strength and lack of nourishnt, what was born was nothing more than an amorphous blob of flesh.
The Divine Embryo had not been born; instead, a monstrosity was.
Wozworth felt as though a chunk had been hollowed out of his chest, suffocating, his breathing turning to panting.
He turned pale, and the idea that ford in his mind made his scalp tingle. Could Queen vis truly be planning to conduct the Divine Descent Ceremony? Was she really trying to bring the bloodline of the Evil God into this world?
Has she gone mad?
Does she not realize the terrible consequences this would bring?
An empress, a princess, two princesses... along with 646 noble ladies and young misses from Angela’s provided list.
Angela’s list did not include commoners, but Wozworth could feel that the number of commoner believers in the Witch Association was probably even greater.
If it were vis, then she would definitely be a more excellent vessel than Angela.
Hundreds of witches, and a number of n ten tis, even dozens of tis greater—perhaps the nourishnt was already sufficient.
...
On the other side!
Right at the edge of the Imperial City walls, stood a towering church.
This site was the forr location of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.
The church of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect once stood here within the Oville Empire, but as the influence of the sect kept growing, this church that could only hold a few thousand people could not match the stature of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect, hence the sect had spent a great deal of money and decades building the currently grand and magnificent edifice.
The forr site had been completely abandoned.
Of course, even though it was abandoned, it still remained the property of the Earth Mother Goddess Sect.
But today, within this derelict church, there was a bustling noise of people.
In the dark space, torches flickered with bright flas, casting long shadows over bodies strewn across the ground, crisscrossing like ghosts.
The whole church was filled with the screams of won and the growls of n.
The firelight shined on the pale skin of the won, making it appear even more dazzling.
And who was the most popular among them? It was Princess Penny, Princess Jennifer... their tall, voluptuous figures surrounded by dozens of figures.
There were noble sons, soldiers robust as young bulls, and even many lowly, filthy commoners.
Decadence and depravity.
These commoners seed to be hastily pulled in just to bulk up numbers; not even followers of the Lord of Pleasure, but for these commoner n, when had they ever seen such beautiful bodies? To them, those were untouchable beings that even a glance would be a sacrilege, yet now they freely twisted and turned their bodies before them.
Facing such a temptation, who could keep their composure?
It wasn’t just the two princesses; many other noble ladies and wives shared the sa fate.
All the people surrounded the center forming a massive ring.
And right in the center of the ring was the woman who had previously frozen Angelica, also Wozworth’s queen, the mother of the Prince, vis.
Looking at the mad scene surrounding her, vis’s mouth curled into a twisted smile.
She could feel strands of sothing fine floating in the air, converging upon her body.
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