Chapter 177: Lust

Tobias also saw those knights.

“Hahahaha, it seems the Lord has bestowed glory upon me.” He laughed heartily.

Then he gently set the woman down and said,

“My dear, wait for me here. I will end this battle quickly.” As he spoke, he looked toward the approaching knights, his gaze reflected in the woman’s worshipful eyes.

He drew his sword and pointed it at the knights.

“I am Tobias, the First Warrior of the York Territory, and you are the proud knights of York. If I don’t defeat you, how can I be called the First Warrior of York? Therefore, I challenge you.” He roared loudly.

Knight Wolf was not wearing armor. Only a short sword hung at his waist. He did not look at the First Warrior Tobias, but simply stared at the woman.

And on the woman’s face, there was not a trace of tenderness. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her waist-tightened long dress accentuated her graceful figure, and she smiled slightly as she met Wolf’s gaze.

Just like a true Noble Daughter.

Knight Wolf raised his hand and said, “Kill him.”

Thus, Borien and the eleven other knights raised their knight lances, specially made for charging. They urged their warhorses into a slow trot, gradually accelerating, and finally broke into a full gallop.

“Hahahaha! I am the First Warrior of York!” Tobias laughed wildly, then stabbed the warhorse’s rump fiercely with his longsword.

The warhorse howled in agony and charged forward, its eyes bloodshot.

Then the warhorse was pierced through the heart by a knight’s lance, and Tobias was struck down by Borien, who led the charge.

The armor gifted to him by Puniel was indeed sturdy. Even though Borien’s lance snapped, it did not pierce through Tobias.

However, the knights who followed trampled Tobias into a pulp.

After their charge, the knights did not stop. They galloped to the woman’s side and surrounded her warily.

“Heh~” The woman let out a seductive laugh. Her gaze swept over the helmeted knights. As for Tobias, now a pile of flesh, she did not spare him a single glance.

The knights who met the woman’s bewitching gaze wavered slightly, but eventually steadied themselves, only becoming more vigilant.

Clip-clop, Wolf rode his horse over.

“What are you?” he asked.

“Hehe, do you really want to know?” The woman’s laugh this time was dignified.

Wolf did not reply. He urged his horse closer, stopped before the woman, drew his short sword, and swung it down with a raised hand.

The woman’s head fell cleanly to the ground.

“Though you are older, your body is still strong. I can let you understand who I am in bed,” said the woman’s head on the ground.

The headless body remained standing, and the severed head kept speaking.

This eerie scene made several knights uneasily grip their reins.

“Of course, if you wish to be like him, I can also accompany you on horseback,” the woman continued. “Whatever you wish to play, I can play with you.”

Wolf said nothing and merely rode forward. His old companion stomped on the woman’s head with a hoof.

“What a rude man.” The woman’s mouth, now split into three parts, opened and closed.

“Pick it up yourself, then follow me. The Bishop wishes to see you.” Wolf commanded.

Then he glanced at the slightly swaying knights and finally spoke to Borien.

“Take them back, and recite the Holy Scriptures until the dizziness subsides,” said Wolf.

“As you command.” Borien responded solemnly, then signaled the others to help steady the swaying knights, and they left together.

“I am a guest, is this how your church treats guests?” the woman’s split mouth continued speaking.

The hoof came down again, splitting the already tri-split mouth into five parts.

Knight Wolf paid no more attention and simply rode toward the Great Church.

“Nobles are still more fun~” the woman said, moving her body to pick up the crushed head from the ground.

…

Church of the Sanctuary, Great Church.

The Temple Warriors guarding outside were gone. After the woman’s body carried her head inside, the heavy doors creaked shut behind her.

She paid no mind and continued walking.

Inside the church were three people—at the front sat Corleon, still in his seat, in the middle sat Oscar, whose gaze sparkled with excitement, and leaning against the wall was Wolf.

“So this is how you treat esteemed guests? How rough.” The woman spoke.

“Perhaps I failed to make myself clear to Knight Wolf. I had hoped he would sever your limbs and let you crawl in,” said Corleon.

“I can still sever her limbs for you now,” said Wolf.

“No need. This is the Lord’s Sanctuary—shedding blood here is improper.” Corleon declined.

“Esteemed guest, did you hear that? The Bishop said blood must not be shed here, so let me take care of your blood-soaked head,” said Oscar as he stood up, his voice brimming with excitement. “You see, unlike the others, I truly see you as a guest. So you must believe me—I won’t let your head go to waste.”

“Hehehe, how interesting.” The woman laughed and said to Oscar, “You are quite amusing. I would gladly be your friend.”

“Let’s not be friends. If we become friends, I’ll feel sad dissecting your head,” Oscar grinned. “Besides, the Bishop might give your body to me. If we’re friends, I fear I won’t handle it properly.”

“No worries. I can send you many such bodies to play with,” the woman replied.

“That’s…” Oscar was about to speak again but was interrupted by Corleon.

“That’s enough, Oscar,” said Corleon. “He is very dangerous. You are not yet ready to engage with him.”

Oscar shrugged helplessly at the woman and sat back down.

“Truly boring people.” The woman sighed, then kneaded the crushed head in her hands.

In her hands, the head was like dough. Very soon, she restored it to its original form and placed it back on her neck.

“This place feels a bit uncomfortable.” She rotated her head, and finally her gaze settled on the cross on the Lord’s Throne.

“This thing? A holy relic left by some existence?” she asked.

Her voice carried no fear, only curiosity.

“Did Gluttony not tell you how he felt?” Corleon asked. “The feeling you now have, magnified, is what he once felt.”

“He did tell me, but it was only pain. In our existence’s span, pain has long since lost its meaning,” the woman said, then unceremoniously sat on a pew.

“He also told me you harbor deep malice toward us and even proclaimed you would make us disappear.”

“Wrath is indeed wrathful, but those people’s wrath is too faint. Now, Wrath is very weak.”

“Greed is still gathering strength in greed, Pride is building his own statue, Envy is even weaker than Wrath, Sloth can’t be bothered, and in the end, only I could come and talk to you.”

The woman—or Lust—spoke.

“Your control over this place is quite strong. Wrath isn’t angry enough, Greed is too feeble, only you are the most prideful, no one dares to be envious, everyone is working diligently, Gluttony doesn’t dare to come, and only I could borrow the identity of a Noble Daughter to draw out that human’s lust.”

“Oh, I should also thank those human nobles. If they hadn’t created an atmosphere filled with desire, I wouldn’t have succeeded.”

“Before I came, I still thought you could be a potential ally. But now, it’s clear you are truly planning to make us disappear.”

Lust sighed. “Wouldn’t it be better to become allies with us and share this world, rather than a struggle to the death?”

“You came here just to say this?” Corleon asked.

“Perhaps you’d like to try out this body?” Lust said. “I can feel it—you’ve yet to experience that bliss. Maybe after you’ve tried it, we could have a better discussion about cooperation.”

“Are you done?” Corleon asked.

“I’m done,” Lust replied.

Then Corleon raised his hand toward the cross on the Lord’s Throne.

Instantly, the cross radiated light, and a golden hue seemed to spread across the church.

The short sword at Wolf’s waist trembled as it shielded him. Oscar curiously raised his hand—his hand was gradually dissolving into golden light particles. Under that golden light, Lust’s body began to emit white smoke.

“This feeling, is it?” Lust raised an arm and said, “No wonder Gluttony didn’t want to come. It truly is painful.”

Lowering the arm, Lust looked at the cross.

“Gluttony has already reshaped the Church Nation into our cradle. We will return again, following your methods,” Lust said.

“Get past the Church Nation Patriarch first, then we’ll talk,” Corleon replied.

“As expected… those eyes—it really is Pegiraov who’s dying,” Lust sighed. “What a pity. I haven’t even had a taste of him yet.”

With that, Lust closed the eyes and collapsed onto the pew.

Corleon lowered his hand, and the glow from the cross gradually faded.

“Is she dead?” Oscar asked, as the golden light particles drifting off his body began to reassemble.

“He has no gender,” Corleon said. “He isn’t dead. I merely dispelled him from that body.”

“In other words, this body was a vessel for descent?” Oscar asked, somewhat eager.

“…Take her to the Hospital. And afterward, make sure to stitch up her body and bury her,” Corleon replied.

“You can absolutely trust me on that,” Oscar laughed. “I’m a professional.”

Corleon sighed and shook his head. “You two, go to the Senate. Tell them—it’s far too early for them to toy with legends.”

“Understood,” Wolf said.

“May I leave the Church of the Sanctuary now?” Oscar pointed to himself.

“You’re permitted to operate within York Town,” Corleon said.

“Then may I speak freely?” Oscar rubbed his hands together. “I’m more excited about that.”

“Get lost.”

…

Senate. The four who had received news of Tobias heading to the Church of the Sanctuary fell silent.

“Where did things go wrong?” Piero was the first to speak.

“Perhaps it was that woman Julia,” Bevan thought for a moment and said. “Tobias played all night. No matter how strong he is, he shouldn’t have had such intense desire today.”

“Besides, even though Julia is an experienced prostitute, after Tobias’s ordeal, she had no feeling left in her lower body when carried onto the horse this morning.”

“But the two of them started doing it again on horseback. While public intercourse is normal among the lowborn, this went too far.”

“So was it the woman’s issue, or…” Puniel said. He didn’t finish his sentence, but everyone understood he was referring to Mystery.

Only Mystery could have such a degree of influence.

“Is there such a type of Mystery in the York Territory?” Jeffrey looked toward Piero.

“No, never before. At least since the Elbert Family became lords of York Territory, there has absolutely never been this kind of Mystery,” Piero said with certainty.

“Was it that magician from the Monastery?” Puniel asked.

“Would he dare do something like this? That would be a direct assault on the Church!” Bevan said.

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