Final Lord

Chapter 257 The Displeasure of the Mother of Abundance

“Since you are unwilling to protect me—” Sutton’s hooves pounded heavily on the shepherd’s bells, the metallic clang grating as his voice, hoarse as a demon’s, “then I need not serve you any longer!”

Such a blasphemous act has shocked heaven and earth!
The mist of the Black Forest seemed to have caught the scent of blood from hyenas, suddenly surging and boiling, coiling around Sutton's body like living creatures. His white wool was visibly stained a murky black, and the once clear, mead-like liquid inside his transparent abdomen churned violently, instantly turning into a foul-smelling, viscous pus.

The curse of the Mother of Fertility has descended.

Sutton's ram horns crumbled inch by inch, replaced by twisted black branches that pierced through his skull like thorns.

His hooves peeled off, revealing rotting flesh, and every step he took caused him excruciating pain.

From this moment on, he was no longer a venerable patriarch, but a shameful traitor and a filthy cultist!

Sutton looked down at his decaying body, his sheep-like eyes filled not with fear, but with a morbid fanaticism.

Black mycelium wriggled beneath his skin, and his transparent abdominal cavity was filled with murky spore sap. Yet, he opened his arms as if receiving divine grace, his deformed hooves sinking deep into the humus.

“Do you see it? Great Lord of Chaos!” Sutton’s voice was hoarse from the bacterial growth in his lungs, yet it carried a chilling piety. “My flesh and blood resonate with you, my soul has surrendered to Chaos! We are on your side!”

With a twitch of her ears, Mair manipulated the Corpse Fungus Sky Island to extend its tentacles and pick up the white shepherd's bell that Sutton had thrown away.

Sutton was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was going on and quickly took out everything he had on him.

The scythe containing Lincoln's soul, the bone flute that matches the scythe, his favorite scepter, a jumble of potions, various resources and gold coins...

Sutton took out everything, whether it was treasure or not, and piled it all on the ground, leaving not even his change of clothes.

He watched as the Corpse Fungus Island rolled up these things one by one, his expression growing increasingly excited. He frantically tore off the black wool from his chest, revealing his chest covered in fungal spots.

The wriggling hyphae were transforming his body at a visible speed, assimilating his skin into a grayish-white fungal substance similar to that of the Corpse Fungus Sky Island.

Sutton stroked the nascent tissues with rapt attention, as if admiring the finest work of art.

The corpse fungus island high in the sky emitted a dull rumble, and tens of thousands of sporangia under the cap contracted simultaneously, as if countless eyes were scrutinizing this humble convert.

It continued to extend its tentacles toward Sutton, continuing to demand more.

“That’s all, I’ve given it all to you.” Sutton knelt on the ground, his expression fanatical: “My faith in you, my Lord, is absolutely devout, I have nothing to hide! Lord, do you see my devotion?”

“I saw it.” Wang Bufu’s voice rang in Mair’s ears through the mental link, indifferent as if he were commenting on an insignificant object. “He did a good job. Take him in.”

Meyer's slender fingers gently caressed the gold coin pouch, and the runes on its opening suddenly glowed with a blinding golden light. Her emerald pupils reflected Sutton's distorted figure, and her red lips parted slightly: "Sinner, the debt is due. I've bought your life."

In an instant, six hundred gold coins gushed out of the bag, transforming into a dazzling golden torrent in the air.

These glittering currencies are not physical entities, but rather the embodiment of the purest rules—each gold coin represents the contractual power of a hostile takeover.

Golden light pierced Sutton's chest like a sharp arrow, and to his astonishment, 600 gold coins disappeared into his decaying body.

“No…this is impossible…” Sutton’s ecstasy froze on his face. He looked down at his hands, which were gradually becoming transparent, and found that his body was disintegrating into fine powder from his fingertips. The power of the bond’s mark was mercilessly tearing his existence apart, even his soul was being crushed.

The gods will not spare him, the underworld will not accept him, all the gods will despise him, and he will never recover!
As the last speck of dust dissipated in the wind, the Black Forest fell into an eerie silence. Even the restless Queen of Enchantresses ceased its spore-spraying, as if in awe of this irrational power.

The hostile takeover takes effect immediately, giving Mair a choice between Sutton's special ability and his treasure.

Meyer decisively chose the treasures. The rules of hostile takeover began searching for loot, but Sutton was spotless, and all the treasures had been given away by Sutton.

Just as the golden light was about to dissipate, the scattered powder was suddenly drawn together and condensed into a vortex in the air.

As if sensing something, Mair looked up and saw a pure white goat horn, its body entwined with dark red thorn patterns, gradually emerging from the vortex of powder. When it landed in the girl's palm, a chilling divine aura suddenly spread out, then quickly subsided.

[The Displeasure of the Mother of Abundance (A)]

One-time use treasure (extraordinary)

Effect: Summons a projection of the Bountiful Lamb (Transcendent Tier 5) to fight for you.

The projection lasts for 30 minutes.

Wang Bufu's light laughter came through the mental link: "As long as you got it."

Through Meyer's perspective, he looked at the goat horn in her hand, which exuded a faint sense of power.

"This is the guaranteed reward for the Life Buyer to acquire blasphemers. Although it is a guaranteed reward, it is exactly what we need right now."

You could also interpret this as our reward to the Mother of Abundance for killing a wicked blasphemer.

Mair asked in confusion, "My lord, wasn't he forced to blaspheme by us?"

"Don't worry about that for now. Just tell me whether you killed him or not."

"They were killed..."

"That's good. Thank you for your hard work, Mair. You can come back now."

You did a great job this time.

Remember to release control of the Corpse Fungus Sky Island only after you have completely left the Black Forest. It will automatically replenish the monsters of the Black Forest by consuming its own power.

We left no one alive this time. When Hank arrives, we can take him down again.

"Hmm!" Receiving Wang Bufu's praise, Mair smiled happily.

She stroked the warm goat horn in her hand, a little thrill rising in her heart.

So this is war? It doesn't seem that difficult. It's even easier than doing business.

No, no, I can't be arrogant. It's not that I'm great, it's that those suppressing rebels were too weak.

Just as the lord said, a bunch of chickens and dogs.

Unaware that the seemingly insignificant people she admired were actually Viscount Hank's elite troops who had subdued all sides, and that the Patriarch Sutton, whom she had personally acquired, was a genius Patriarch, a talent unseen by any other half-goat tribe in a century, was even more remarkable.

In their respective circles, they were all respected figures, but in front of Wang Bufu—ha, they were nothing but clay chickens and earthen dogs.

(End of this chapter)