Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 391 The Song of Killing and Quest, The Metamorphosis of the Pleasure Cult!
The Painful Girl - Lauvita.

Lauvita is an aggressive, domineering, and fearless goddess who protects all torturers, sadists, and bullies on the continent of Faerûn. She is ruthless and calculating by nature, and has a passion for inflicting pain, whether physical or psychological.

This evil deity's cult has two branches. One is active in the territory of the goddess of love, focusing on inflicting psychological pain, such as seducing others into loving them and then cruelly abandoning them after they have fallen in love. The other branch is around Zambia, where they focus on inflicting physical pain, are very skilled in torture, and have been opposing the followers of the goddess of joy for many years.

"This operation."

"Only success is allowed, failure is not allowed."

Lord Kahn of Bloodthorn stared coldly at the cult members beside him and said in an unquestionable tone, "If anyone dares to run away, he will be met with endless pain that he will regret for the rest of his life."

"This mission is considered a death in battle."

“The goddess’s attendants will also guide us to the divine kingdom.”

At this point, Bloodthorn Lord Karn kissed the holy symbol of the tormented lady, a nine-tailed whip with a bone handle. The others present also grasped the symbol and prayed softly, their expressions solemn, seemingly unafraid of death.

Lauvita was once one of the Dark Gods.

She served Baal, the god of murder, alongside the plague goddess Tarona.

After the outbreak of the Holy Cataclysm, Baal died in a turbulent year, and both of these goddesses of darkness submitted to the goddess of night, Shar, and obeyed her commands.

This operation was decided by the church's leadership.

The Archbishop of Pain had almost given a death order: the Mother of Great Bliss must be killed by any means necessary, at any cost, even if it meant the extinction of all the elites in this diocese.

As to whether the order came from the tormented girl Lauvita or the goddess of the night, Shar, no one knew; all that was known was that they had to complete the mission.

The period of the Holy Cataclysm.

The goddess of love, holding the holy water of the eternal pool, saved a fallen cat and the goddess of lust from the hands of the goddess of night.

From then on, the churches of the painful girl Lauvita and the plague goddess Tarona began to target the church of the goddess of love Shuni, including some churches of gods who were on good terms with her.

"They're coming."

Night Owl-Black emerged from the darkness. He was a high-ranking rogue who had once been an executioner loyal to a ruthless lord. After converting to the Church of Pain, he was directly incorporated into the order due to his strength.

Sure enough, Soulbreaker Lina quickly used magic to locate the group.

"Prepare for action."

Bloodthorn Lord Kahn, a former Torturer and Dark Guardian, lowered his mask, wielding his decapitation sword, waiting for the Wanderers and Assassins to disrupt the enemy's formation first. Then, he would lead his men directly into the fray to slay the Great Mother of Bliss as quickly as possible.

This would put him in a very difficult situation, but he never intended to escape unscathed from this operation.

Others might not know, but he knew that this operation was an order personally given by the goddess.

One by one, the figures disappeared into the darkness.

Soulbreaker Lina began preparing a wide-range dark spell, deploying magic archers on high points in the street to eliminate the enemy's spellcasting units.

at the same time.

As Duncan approached the carriage of the Great Mother of Bliss, several invisible figures soon scattered to both sides from within the church's ranks. The stealth-skilled professionals within the Crimson Actor Order had already taken invisibility potions. After taking over the management of the God of Wealth, the Pleasure Cult's economic strength had increased significantly, and under Duncan's orders, some had already taken out the scroll artifacts.

Do it!

With the command issued by Bloodthorn Lord - Kahn.

A flash of blood appeared.

The archers, occupying the high ground, launched the first attack. Enchanted arrows pierced the air, and the priest of pleasure at the front of the group was instantly struck in the chest. Before he could even cast a spell, a ghostly figure leaped out of the shadows, and a poisoned dagger slit his throat. Blood gushed out, and the incantation was abruptly interrupted.

"Damn it!"

"These idiots who only know how to enjoy themselves!"

"You are priests!"

"You guys can wear full-body heavy armor!"

"damn it."

"A proper priest doesn't wear heavy armor, but instead wears a colorful ball gown."

"Isn't this looking for death?"

As soon as the enemy made their move, Duncan immediately sensed the difference in strength. The priests of other churches could fight, defend, and heal, while the priests of the Pleasure Cult had neither heavy armor nor shields, making them as fragile as paper. Their only advantage was the various divine spells that could boost morale, but the effect of these spells was no match for a full set of armor.

It was only for a fleeting moment of confrontation.

Three priests from the Pleasure Cult were killed outright, and the hedonists were even worse than street bards, slaughtered as easily as cutting melons and vegetables as they marched in.

Sonorous!

Duncan drew the two greatswords of cold iron from behind him. His figure was like a tiger unleashed from its cage. With a clang, he blocked the ghostly figure rushing forward. Today, he should be the only unit wearing full armor. With the rare full armor provided by the Church of Wealth, he was not worried about suddenly dying even when facing the legendary rogue.

hum!
A shrill melody rang out.

The scarlet dancer finally moved. As an eerie shadow appeared, a graceful figure with ghostly makeup flickered about. Illusory clones appeared on either side of her, and not far from her, a young man with clown makeup held a scythe in one hand and a sanxian (a three-stringed lute) in the other. To the exciting and uplifting melody, he seemed to stir up a whirlwind, his dancing figure never stopping, the cold glint of the blade moving with his dance steps.

The Mad Monk.

It is the dance of death.

Finally, a master has arrived!
In the midst of the chaotic battle, darkness instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, and more wanderers appeared from God's perspective. Caught off guard by the sudden loss of sight, the Pleasure Cult suffered heavy losses, while the enemy's elite advanced all the way. After killing more than ten people, the leader of the Dark Guards had already rushed to the carriage of the Great Mother of Bliss.

At that moment, a high-ranking rogue also quietly crept up behind Duncan.

——Night Owl-Black (Four-Star Gold).

As the personal bodyguard of the Mother of Great Bliss, Duncan was clearly the last line of defense at this moment.

The ghostly figure moved through the darkness, a poisoned dagger flashing like lightning. But then, something unexpected happened. As if he had eyes in the back of his head, the man's eyes flashed with a cold light the instant he closed in. Two greatswords swept across, and a powerful, earth-shattering strike sent his dagger flying. Without giving him a chance to retaliate, Duncan charged at him, knocking him off his balance. The next second, the greatsword swung, cleaving him in two at the waist.

Blood spurted out wildly.

Intestines spilled out.

Duncan's fighting style was completely different from that of the Pleasure Cult members present. The military skills he displayed made the Dark Guardians not far away look solemn.

There were no fancy movements or dance-like steps.

A violent, sweeping storm.

In just a few seconds, a high-ranking member of the Order of Pain was cut in half at the waist.

"The Wanderer".

"One who comes will die!"

With his God-like perspective, Duncan is least afraid of wanderers trying to sneak up behind him and stab him in the back.

With Duncan slaying one of the members of the Order of Pain, the tide of the battle seemed to turn. With one less high-level assassin ambushing them, the others could finally catch their breath. If it weren't for the incompetence of the Cult of Pleasure's priests, Duncan could still command with ease, but now that they couldn't stop the assassins' advance, he had no choice but to take matters into his own hands.

at last.

Bloodthorn Lord Kahn led his men to the carriage, but instead of the Great Mother of Bliss, he was greeted by a two-handed greatsword shimmering with divine light. The figure of an otherworldly servant appeared before him, and the sword's blade barrier sliced ​​through the ground like a whirlwind, instantly turning a wanderer into a pile of minced meat.

This otherworldly divine servant, summoned from within the divine realm, unleashed powerful magic upon her appearance, and her combat skills were also quite remarkable.

not good!

The enemy was prepared in advance.

The members of the Cult of Pain's expressions changed slightly; the situation had become somewhat difficult to reverse.

Just as Bloodthorn Lord Karn was searching for the Great Mother of Bliss, the members of the Crimson Musicians Order around him launched a counterattack. On a rooftop not far away, the magic archer who had just calmly shot down two Pleasure Priests suddenly looked terrified. The next second, a short sword pierced through his chest, followed by a slightly comical laugh that sounded like a stage play.

—Red Curtain Archbishop (five-star silver-grey).

——Dream Messenger (Four-Star Gold)

——Laughing and Playful Performer - Clown (Four-Star Gold)

One after another, figures appeared on the battlefield.

"It's an illusion!" Soulbreaker Lina's expression changed slightly.

The Pleasure Cult may not be strong in combat, but they do have their own special skills: a variety of magical illusions used in performances. Where is the Mother of Great Bliss?
The Order of Pain, having lost its objective, seemed to be in disarray. Among the Pleasure Priests they had defeated, several sharp figures suddenly appeared. A refined middle-aged man drew a longsword from the strings of his harp, instantly transforming from a bard into a master swordsman. His swift swordsmanship killed two people in quick succession. He chanted as he charged forward, as if this were a stage play performed solely by him.

—Master of Drama (Four-Star Gold).

Just then, not far behind Duncan, the Great Blissful Mother, who was with the Church's indulgent followers, revealed her true form. Her appearance changed, as if she had transformed into a celestial being, and a pair of pure white feathers grew from her back.

At this moment, she seemed to be possessed by the goddess of joy, and powerful divine light enveloped the entire battlefield, instantly healing the injuries of others.

—The face of a higher god!
—Group treatment for severe injuries.

No matter how incompetent the Mother of Great Bliss may be, she is still a chosen one of the goddess of joy, Lira.

Even if she can't fight head-on, she's still a top-tier healer.

——Great Bliss Technique (Divine Power) (Enchanting Domain)

A massive, wide-range bliss spell descended.

The enemies enveloped by the spell were immediately dizzy and disoriented, as if they were high on drugs, and their attacks frequently missed. Meanwhile, the friendly units within the affected area were invigorated and their morale was high.

—Lierla's laughter (of the soul) (joy).

A joyful laugh, like that of a goddess, rang out, followed by another powerful blessing spell.

An atmosphere of joy permeated the bloody battlefield.

Center of the stage.

The Scarlet Actress, adorned with theatrical makeup, begins with illusions, elegant yet deadly, reaping the lives of her enemy wanderers while being reaped herself in return.

Whether he lives or dies is another matter; what matters most is whether he looks cool on stage.

——Ultimate Dance (Dance Field)

In the center of the battlefield, Duncan's figure suddenly became lighter, and even his movements seemed to have a dance-like rhythm. Even though he was not good at dancing, under the blessing of the Great Mother of Bliss, he still showed dance-like movements and could jump, spin and move perfectly.

At the dimensional level.

Prompts kept flashing on Duncan's projected screen.

"You have been blessed by the field of charm."

"You have been blessed by the field of dance."

"You have been blessed by the realm of joy."

As a series of notifications appeared, Duncan also gained many additional buffs: strength, agility, physique, morale, and so on, all of which were enhanced by the nearby priests of pleasure.

They may be unskilled, but they still did their job as wet nurses very well.

Duncan was already riddled with arrows, yet he remained full of energy. He didn't even need a shield; as long as he could hold off the enemy's attacks, these Joy Priests didn't care about wasting divine spells, maintaining a rhythm of throwing a healing spell almost every round.

When the archer who occupied the high ground was eliminated by the Crimson Dancer, the situation on the battlefield was completely reversed.

After a high-ranking spellcaster joined the battle at the stage master, the friendly spellcasting units also began to fight back. Although the spellcaster's spellcasting ability was rather lacking compared to a true mage, it still somewhat made up for the lack of output from the Joy Priests in this situation.

Duncan's entire body shimmered with divine magical light, as if he had been imbued with countless spells. In the entire order, only two people could fight him head-on: one was him, and the other was the otherworldly messenger summoned by the Mother of Bliss.

clang!
Amidst the shattering sparks, Duncan stopped the Bloodthorn Lord before him.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, followed by a group of reinforcements arriving from the direction of the temple district. Sergant was the stronghold of the Cult of Pleasure.

Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, some members of the Pain Cult disregarded everything else and immediately broke through and evacuated.

Want to go?

It's not that easy.

As Duncan gave the order, the Crimson Actor began to pursue the assassins. Meanwhile, the leader of the Order of Pain, Lord Kahn of Bloodthorn, who was already surrounded, was attacked by the Master of Drama, the Jester, the Archbishop of the Red Curtain, and others. In the end, the Jester wielded a strange short blade and slit the throat of the other man.

Duncan was a fraction of a second too slow, only managing to behead the Bloodthorn Lord after the opponent had slit his throat.

Fortunately, the impact was minimal.

Because cutting one's throat won't cause immediate death; only beheading will result in instant death.

The battle is over.

Of the entire Order of Pain, only one Soulbreaker, Lina, managed to escape; all the other assassins were wiped out.

The group escorted the Mother of Great Bliss back to the temple.

Dawn.

After settling in briefly, Duncan immediately received a message from the High Priest of Joy: the Great Mother of Bliss was overjoyed after killing the assassins and was preparing to hold a sacred carnival celebration in two days, and to bless the church members and promote some to the rank of Messenger of Joy.

No.

You just got assassinated, and you're already throwing a sex party?
Fortunately, after being assassinated twice, the Mother of Great Bliss learned her lesson and this time did not leave the temple district, but held the ascension ceremony directly in the temple of the Church of Pleasure.

Duncan breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

In the afternoon.

A young man dressed as a libertine quietly approached the bar and handed Duncan a slip of paper with a branding secret technique.

"We will arrange some help for you."

Five shrewish women.

The wealth of the church.

Duncan immediately realized that the womanizer was a spy sent by the Church of Wealth. He glanced at him and understood that the five shrewish women were preparing to hand over all their hidden spies to him.

But does the Mother of Great Bliss really not know all this?
Duncan doesn't think so.

If the Goddess of Wealth remains missing, these spies sent here will eventually become members of the Pleasure Cult.

The writing on the note gradually disappeared.

Duncan got up and went back to his room. As a double agent, it was best for him to keep a low profile for the time being.

They are not proactive, irresponsible, and don't even appreciate things that come their way.

The five shrewish women were eager for quick success, but Duncan felt that the Great Mother of Bliss should know her hidden identity as an undercover agent of the Church of Wealth.

at the same time.

Zambia, the Hall of Pain.

In a gloomy and terrifying underground chamber, Lina, the Soulbreaker who had narrowly escaped, knelt on the ground, trembling. Her face was deathly pale as she prostrated herself before the altar, kowtowing and pleading, "My Lord!... Please forgive me!... Please give me another chance!..."

A half-elf girl with an extremely eerie appearance stood in the center of the altar. Her cold and ruthless eyes looked down at the person in front of her. She raised a finger and moved her mind.

—Peeling technique.

A bloodcurdling scream rang out as the skin of Soulbreaker Lina was ripped off while she was still alive, leaving her bloodied and exposed muscle structure.

Lauvita's avatar had a cold gaze. She glanced to the side, and soon a torture master from the church brought up a complete, fresh, peeled, and magically treated human skin.

This is the skin of a beautiful half-elf.

Because half-elves have no chief god and rely on both human and elven pantheons for protection, surviving in the cracks, it is much easier to deal with them than with elves.

Since the fall of Baal, the god of murder.

Lauvita's life was not as easy as before. The goddess of the night was not an easy god to serve. Just a task she casually gave caused Lauvita's church to suffer heavy losses.

But right now she desperately needs to prove her worth. Without the support of the Three Gods of Death, she will be targeted by the enemy sooner or later.

"Put it on her."

The goddess of torment, Lauvita, looked down at the convulsing believers at her feet and said coldly, "Find a way to get close to the Mother of Great Bliss."

"This is your only chance to atone for your sins."

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(End of this chapter)