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 ."
"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 transford 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..."
Indeed, that was the case.
The Desire Curse was in excruciating pain all over, but it feared this man in front of it even more, grinning obsequiously and cautiously.
It was just so focused on admiring the sight of jade feet.
After hearing Rogel and Sharo’s conversation, it suddenly realized that Sharo might not be the Black Tide Secret Society leader it thought.
But it couldn’t care less about these things anymore.
Realizing there was a genuine Demigod in front of it, it humbled itself to the dust, wishing for nothing more than Rogel sparing it.
After all, a Divine Favor of the Angel Tier should still be of so use...
It was unsure in its heart.
Rogel slowly stepped forward.
Even though his body, ford by condensed black fog, made no footsteps, it still filled the Desire Curse with apprehension.
More black terror erged from its body.
Rogel half-squatted, leaning over the Desire Curse lying on the ground. His face obscured by black fog showed no expression, only a profound laugh was heard.
"Heh heh..."
"Disease of Excessive Desire·Desire Curse... Tsk, it should count as the second-in-command of the Kizi Church."
"Hmm... It seems the Kizi Church thinks pretty highly of our Black Tide Secret Society, right?"
Rogel said playfully, his voice seeming to emanate from the deep Abyss, carrying a bizarre echo.
This wasn’t him putting on airs.
He couldn’t help it; after all, it was the power of fear from Heisatan that coalesced, it inevitably carried so of its characteristics...
Rogel saw clearly the Desire Curse’s previous behavior, and everything it had said also fell on Rogel’s ears.
The previously high and mighty Divine Favor now couldn’t even lick a foot, reduced to a stray dog that could only speak from the ground...
At least mock it with a few lines, otherwise, it would seem disrespectful to its aggressive entrance.
Upon hearing Rogel’s words.
The Desire Curse felt a chill down its spine, briefly forgetting even the excruciating pain from its body.
Rogel’s words sounded like praise, but in reality, they were laden with sarcastic undertones.
Yet, the Desire Curse dared not show the slightest anger, responding flatteringly: "...You flatter ; I’m rely a ridiculously pathetic loser. It is the utmost honor for the Desire Curse to lie beneath the Divine Power of the Master of the Black Tide..."
Hearing this, Rogel couldn’t suppress a hearty laugh.
In terms of surrendering losers, he had seen many.
But this was the first ti he saw such a perfectly obsequious surrendering act like the Desire Curse.
Its desire to survive was fully ablaze.
Well, if it were an ordinary person, perhaps being flattered by it would genuinely make them let it go.
But Rogel had no intention of bringing this creature back to the Black Tide Secret Society.
"Next, I will ask you so questions."
Rogel stood up, speaking calmly.
"...Th-this... You..." The Desire Curse seed sowhat hesitant, sensing that Rogel might not intend to let it go.
"What, want to negotiate terms with ?"
Rogel said coolly.
Hearing this, the Desire Curse’s heart tightened.
Though ignorant of the man’s exact identity, its life or death likely hinged on his whims, best not to provoke him...
Thinking this, the Desire Curse gritted its teeth and began answering Rogel’s questions.
Before long.
Rogel had already learned about so hidden aspects of the Kizi Church.
This included the habits of the Desire Curse.
By this ti, Sharo had also returned to Rogel’s side, bringing three trembling captives with her.
As for the other Kizi believers, they’d naturally been sent to the ocean depths, food for the fishes.
"You head back first, I’ll be there shortly."
Hearing Rogel’s words.
Sharo nodded, then transford back into the Black Tide and departed.
Rogel turned to the Desire Curse, nodding slightly.
"Not bad."
The Desire Curse sighed inwardly with relief.
But at that mont, a massive hand ford from black fog clutched the Desire Curse’s throat.
The weakness in its body, coupled with the strength of this enormous hand, left it helpless to resist, only able to struggle in terror.
At this mont, it was no longer generating fear.
What Heisatan needed for its ascension was a "fear impression," not ongoing fear.
Thus, it had lost its remaining value.
Under the previous oppression of the Power of the Demigod, the Desire Curse was already half-dead. Now, even though Rogel was just a fogged incarnation, leveraging the power of the Master of the Black Tide, he could still easily kill it.
However, simply killing it was not Rogel’s goal.
For this thoroughly twisted monster, Rogel intended to extract every ounce of its value.
A flash of purple glead in Rogel’s eyes aboard the Gelin.
Monts later, a beam of purple light erged in the pupils of the black fog incarnation, piercing directly into the Desire Curse struggling futilely.
"No! Don’t! No..."
The Desire Curse managed to let out a few terrified and despairing wails.
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