Mystery: The Witch of Desire

She gently swirled the wine in her glass, her posture relaxed and composed, her tone full of certainty and disdain:

“That idiot Mark almost got our plan discovered. But those official Extraordinary Ones are being played by Nightingale right now, so it's unlikely anyone will be able to disturb our sacrifice.”

Princeton paused for a moment, then looked up at Evelyn, his tone seemingly tinged with provocation:

"You seem to have forgotten someone."

Evelyn's smile froze instantly, followed by a sneer, her tone filled with resentment and disdain:

"Who? Liviel? Hmph, she's nothing but a traitor who betrayed our great master. What could she possibly do?"

At this point, a glint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her usual cold expression, her voice filled with deep-seated hatred:

"Once this sacrifice is successful and I receive the great master's favor, I will surely tear her to pieces! No, that would be too easy on her—I will make her live her whole life in the most intense desires, yet never be satisfied, enduring the torment of unfulfilled desires day and night, never finding release!"

Princeton remained silent, as if everything was irrelevant to him, as if he were merely a machine completing a task.

Evelyn glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already ten o'clock.

"It's about time to go to the basement. In a little while, Sharani's performance will reach its climax, and we should also offer our loyalty to our great master."

She stood up, her gaze passing through the curtain, looking down over the entire Riverside Theater from above:

"One hundred, two hundred, three hundred... a thousand people as sacrifices! What follows will be an even greater disaster, even more sacrifices. With so many sacrifices, how magnificent a blessing can I possibly receive? Will I be directly promoted to Sequence 5 by my great master and become her true servant?"

After speaking, Evelyn lingered in reverie for a moment before turning and walking down the corridor, followed closely by Princeton, who remained as indifferent as ever.

The two walked together through the dark and damp corridor to the basement entrance.

Evelyn pushed open the heavy stone door, and a strange stench, a mixture of putridity, blood, and lust, rushed out. In the basement, there were many new faces among the women chained up, their eyes unfocused, their faces filled with pain and confusion; while many more of the old faces had long since turned into rotting corpses, slumped in the corners, their bodies covered in foul-smelling slime and bulging buds.

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Chapter 98 The Sacrifice Begins (4K)

All the survivors were immersed in a burning yet unventable desire, their hands tightly locked in a cramped space by cold iron chains. Even the simplest self-comfort was a luxury, and they could only endure the double torment of desire and despair day after day.

In the center of the basement, a circular altar had already been erected, inscribed with obscure and incomprehensible incantations, emitting a faint, eerie glow. Directly in front of the altar stood a black coffin, about eight feet long and two feet wide, its body covered with intricate and strange patterns, and shrouded in a dense, chilling aura.

Evelyn strode to the coffin, slowly bent down, pressed her voluptuous body against the cold coffin wood, took a deep breath, and her face instantly revealed an expression of ecstasy and infatuation:

“Ah, Yeren Tinicol, King of the Highlands… Who could have imagined that your body, which has decayed for a thousand years and endured the erosion of time, would eventually become nourishment for my Lord, helping me to obtain supreme blessings.”

After a series of almost intoxicating moans, Evelyn began to set up the sacrificial altar. She and Princeton laid out a black velvet cloth that they had prepared in advance on the ground, placed a bronze incense burner with strange patterns in the center, and placed sacrificial vessels filled with blood on both sides. They then wrapped several strands of silk stained with the aura of evil gods around the edge of the altar.

Then, she gave Princeton a look, and the two of them walked to either side of the coffin and together pushed open the heavy coffin lid.

With a loud crash, the heavy coffin lid fell to the ground, and a putrid, decaying stench wafted out from inside.

Inside the coffin, the mummy, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, lay there quietly, wrapped in a thick white shroud, yet still exuding an eerie aura.

Evelyn and Princeton placed King Yellen's mummy on the altar and secured it firmly with those eerie silk threads woven into a six-pointed star shape.

Then, Evelyn circled the women like a lamb being sized up, taking in their chained forms and revealing a wicked smile.

She activated the abilities of a sex addict.

In an instant, the entire basement was filled with a damp atmosphere, and a series of suppressed groans could be heard.

Fueled by intense desire, the groan grew stronger, gradually transforming into a painful roar.

Fueled by this morbid desire, the mummy of King Yeren on the altar trembled slightly, and a dark luster appeared on the entire surface of the altar, shrouded in an eerie atmosphere.

Just as she finished setting out the last sacrificial vessel and was preparing to complete the final sacrificial ceremony, the strange phenomenon in the theater above became increasingly apparent: the lights went out completely, leaving only a few faint, eerie blue lights; the melodious singing was no longer heard, but rather a jumble of whispers that sounded like crying and laughing, mixed with the stench of rotting objects, drifting into the basement through the ventilation shafts and blending into the eerie atmosphere of the place.

Evelyn and Princeton stepped forward together and lifted King Yeren's mummy from the black coffin, placing it slowly in the center of the altar. They wrapped the eerie threads around the mummy, crisscrossing to form a neat six-pointed star pattern, firmly securing the emperor who had slept for a thousand years to the altar.

With everything arranged, Evelyn slowly turned around, her gaze sweeping across the basement like that of a lamb to the slaughter. She took in all the women chained up—whether they were new faces with vacant eyes or lingering survivors. A wicked, fanatical smile slowly crept onto her lips, a morbid light gleaming in her eyes, and a palpable lust emanated from her.

The extraordinary abilities of a sex addict are unleashed in this moment.

In an instant, the air in the entire basement became thick and humid, as if immersed in warm water vapor. An indescribable, morbid desire, like invisible vines, instantly entwined each of the imprisoned women. Immediately afterwards, groans rose and fell from every corner, initially weak and suppressed, carrying an undisguised heat and torment. But under the forceful enhancement of the power, these groans became more urgent and more shrill, gradually twisting into heart-wrenching screams of pain.

They writhed wildly, the chains clanging shrilly. Their fingertips clenched so tightly they scratched at the ground, oblivious to the breaking and bleeding nails. The morbid desire, forcibly ignited, burned their minds and bodies like a raging fire. They yearned for release, yet were firmly imprisoned in a small space by chains, with no chance of relief. They could only endure extreme torment in the gap between desire and despair.

As these agonizing roars and fluctuations of desire arose, the mummy of King Yeren on the altar began to tremble slightly. At the same time, a dark luster slowly emerged from the surface of the entire altar. The luster was murky and eerie, like congealed blood, spreading little by little and enveloping the entire altar in a cold and ominous atmosphere. This luster intertwined with the morbid desires and agonizing roars in the basement, forming a suffocating and sinister aura that spread in all directions.

Evelyn walked to the altar, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath of the stench mixed with desire and decay, her face showing an expression of intoxication and piety.

The prelude to the sacrifice has begun.

The master's grace is about to descend.

……

On stage, Xia Lani was singing the final chapter of the play when suddenly, she felt a surge of desire within her, which grew stronger and stronger, like a raging torrent spreading wildly. At the same time, the atmosphere in the theater became increasingly frenzied, with every inch of space filled with a restless atmosphere.

Sharani closed her eyes, letting the overwhelming desire engulf her devotion to her great master, her clear voice rising even higher as she sang a fervent prayer:

[Great Mother]

Great Father,

We call upon you,

We yearn for you.

We pray for your arrival...

Below the stage, a thousand audience members had completely descended into frenzy. Long-suppressed by the subtle influence of desire, their eyes were bloodshot, their reason utterly devoured, their faces contorted with fanaticism. They rose to their feet, waving their arms, tearing at their clothes; some even pounced on the opposite sex beside them, writhing and beginning to mate. In the chaos, everyone roared along with Xia Lani's singing:

[Great Mother]

Great Father,

We call upon you,

We yearn for you.

We pray for your arrival...

The prayers gradually coalesced into a massive torrent, shaking the entire theater, penetrating the thick walls, and echoing into the distant streets and alleys. It resonated with the eerie atmosphere of the basement, pushing the atmosphere of desire and fervor to its extreme.

……

Reeve got off the horse-drawn carriage at Iron Cross Street.

The outline of the Riverside Theater in the distance was already clear, but the sky above had changed. Dark clouds gathered densely, pressing down heavily on the Riverside Theater with overwhelming force. Deep within the clouds, a dark shadow was slowly writhing and rising, exuding an ominous and unsettling aura.

A strong sense of unease instantly gripped Levi's heart. This scene was too similar to the one he had seen in his hallucination that day—the same dark clouds, the same eerie and oppressive atmosphere, as if the catastrophe that had occurred in his hallucination was destined to come.

He dared not delay for even a moment, immediately lowered his body, and slipped into the shadows, heading towards the riverside theater at top speed.

The closer they got to the riverside theater, the thicker the clouds became. Levi clearly felt the female statue within him becoming increasingly agitated, as if disturbed by the eerie atmosphere of the world, causing his own desires to surge uncontrollably. Meanwhile, the extraordinary properties within his chest awakened, clashing and balancing the statue's restlessness. The two forces tore fiercely apart within him, bringing sharp, dull pain.

Levi forcibly suppressed the chaos within him and continued forward. Just as he was about to reach the theater entrance, a blinding beam of light suddenly shot into the sky from the center of the riverside theater, piercing straight through the thick dark clouds. In an instant, the dark clouds exploded like detonated explosives, countless black fragments dancing wildly in the wind, while a violent aura of desire swept out from the center of the theater like a tsunami, roaring in all directions.

Instantly, everything around became sticky and hot, and that fervent aura of desire, like invisible seeds, took root and quietly sprouted in every corner. In the blink of an eye, clusters of eerie green shoots and tiny flower buds sprouted from the ground, walls, and even the bodies of passersby. They gleamed with a ghostly green luster, oozing sticky sap, greedily absorbing the desire and vitality in the air.

At this moment, the Riverside Theater had transformed into a giant megaphone, amplifying the audience's fervent shouts into the night sky, where they reverberated repeatedly.

[Great Mother]

Great Father,

We call upon you,

We yearn for you.

We pray for your arrival...

Amidst this surging tide, the aura of desire in the air suddenly surged, almost solidifying into a tangible form. The eerie green shoots and flower buds on the ground grew and spread wildly, sweeping through the streets and alleys at a visible speed. The flower buds slowly opened, oozing a sticky, foul-smelling liquid, enveloping the entire area in a suffocatingly eerie atmosphere.

Levi's heart tightened, and the desire within him surged wildly, almost overwhelming his reason.

The extraordinary, sapphire-like aura on his chest trembled violently, but was firmly suppressed by the female statue deep within his body. The two forces clashed fiercely within him, making every step incredibly difficult.

Finally, he sneaked to the outside of the Riverside Theater. Rivi pressed himself against the outer wall, feeling the surging frenzy inside.

The mirror magic and invisibility he had previously obtained from the mirror had lost their effectiveness. Out of caution, he did not venture further and instead activated his spiritual vision to observe:

At this point, the riverside theater had evolved into a massive altar.

Beneath the ground, a vast and filthy energy of desire surged wildly, amplified by the thousands of spectators in the arena, soaring straight into the sky. Those seemingly fanatical shouters were, in essence, sacrificial offerings, their life force being drained and drained away with each prayer.

Without further hesitation, Levi pressed himself against the outer wall of the theater and activated his fire-injection ability into the ground.

The slender flames seeped into the ground through the cracks in the bricks, continuously pouring power into it, without sparing any of his spiritual energy:

"Not enough...not enough!"

Flames surged in, the underground temperature soared, and a scorching atmosphere filled the air.

The next instant, a deafening roar erupted, and the flames that had been accumulating underground exploded completely, sending a violent wave of fire, along with debris and dust, soaring into the sky.

The walls and ground collapsed under the force of the explosion, sending debris flying and creating a huge, dark hole. Through the hole, Rivi looked inside and saw that the theater had become a purgatory of desire: eerie green vines climbed and entwined wildly, their thick leaves adorned with swollen flower buds, exuding a foul and sinister stench; thousands of audience members, barely clothed and in a frenzy, roared sacrificial prayers while wantonly venting their fanatical desires, creating a chaotic and filthy scene.

The violent tremors caused by the explosion woke up some of the spectators. Their faces were filled with terror as they scrambled to escape this hellish scene. But after taking only a few steps, they were tackled by their fanatical companions or had their ankles entangled by suddenly appearing vines, instantly dragged back into the chaos and becoming victims of desire.

A huge hole had collapsed in the center of the ground, and through the intricate corridors below, the enormous circular altar was clearly visible. Moonlight poured down, illuminating the mummy of King Yeren on the altar, which was bound by eerie threads.

The explosion sent Evelyn and Princeton staggering half a step, the threads on the altar swaying slightly, completely disrupting the rhythm of the sacrifice. Evelyn's face was ashen, her eyes filled with rage. She suddenly looked up at the dark sky, her gaze meeting that of Levi, who was peering down at the underground.

"Damn it! Why is someone always interfering with our sacrifice?!"

Evelyn screamed hysterically, her eyes filled with venomous hatred, wishing she could devour Reeves alive. A dense black light emanated from her body as she activated the Fallen Angel Demon Trick ability. A twisted green flame condensed in her palm, and she leaped out of the ground, stepping on the ruins, heading straight for Reeves.

Having exhausted a massive amount of spiritual energy activating the fire infusion, Revi was weak and powerless. He quickly staggered back a few steps, barely managing to avoid Evelyn's attack. He gritted his teeth, intending to raise his hand to counterattack, but the moment a wisp of frost gathered at his fingertips, the Book of Justice's punishment descended upon him. A piercing pain instantly swept through his body, and as his blood surged, the icy power dissipated in an instant. Helpless, Revi could only awkwardly dodge to the side, unable even to launch a counterattack.

As the two were locked in combat, the vines inside and outside the theater were growing at an alarming rate. Several of the fastest-growing vines had already grown to the thickness of two fingers, their emerald green tendrils covered with tiny barbs, frantically lashing out at the panicked audience and pedestrians near the theater.

The vines tightly wrapped around their limbs, secreting a pale yellow viscous liquid that sizzled and corroded upon contact with their skin. The flesh was slowly melted away, and the victims let out shrill screams, only to be bound tighter and tighter by the vines, as if they were being assimilated little by little, ultimately becoming nourishment for the altar.

Chapter 99 Facing Xia Lani (4K)

As more and more people were entangled by the vines and fell victim to their attacks, Levi felt a surge of anxiety, and beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He dodged and weaved between Evelyn's attacks, his gaze rapidly sweeping over the rampant green vines. He suddenly realized that when he targeted the vines, the resistance from the Book of Justice was significantly reduced.

Levi seized the opportunity immediately, a wisp of black flame gathering at his fingertips. Taking advantage of the moment he dodged to the side, he precisely injected the flame into the vines binding the pedestrian. Then, gritting his teeth and enduring the excruciating pain from the Notary's Book, he channeled his spiritual power to ignite the flame—

With a deafening roar, flames spread wildly along the vines, instantly blasting the thick vines into charred fragments.

Ignoring the lingering sparks and excruciating pain from their burns, the entangled people struggled with all their might to break free and scramble away into the distance. Once they were a certain distance from the altar, the towering pillar of light connecting heaven and earth dimmed slightly. Levi's heart skipped a beat; he realized this must be due to the reduction in the number of offerings.

Seeing this, Evelyn flew into a rage, her eyes blazing with murderous intent. She abandoned her pursuit of Revi and turned to attack several innocent people who had not yet escaped the altar's influence. Revi's heart tightened. Without thinking, he immediately activated his frost power to try and stop Evelyn.

To circumvent the Notarial Book's punishment, he didn't target Evelyn, but instead precisely concentrated his chilling energy on the ground between Evelyn and the innocent, instantly solidifying a smooth layer of ice in an attempt to hinder her pursuit.

Evelyn paused, then nimbly dodged and weaved, quickly avoiding the obstacles on the ice and rushing behind someone. Her hand suddenly transformed into a jet-black claw, which she stabbed into the person's back chest without hesitation. The claw pierced through the chest cavity and emerged from the front, tearing out a vibrant, beating heart.

The man froze, collapsing helplessly into a pool of blood, his eyes wide open, still holding a lingering hope of escape.

Evelyn licked the blood from her claws, a maniacal smile spreading across her face, as if she were intoxicated by the carnage. She flashed forward, darting to her next victim. The crisp sound of claws piercing flesh rang out repeatedly as another fresh heart was ripped out, its gentle beating in the cool night air, radiating its last warmth.

Reeves' eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling violently with rage and helplessness, the fury in his chest almost burning him out. He suddenly raised his hand, and a chilling frost swept out, instantly freezing the ground beside Evelyn. Evelyn quickly dodged to the side, but found that Reeves' target didn't seem to be her, and her eyes filled with confusion.

In that split second, Levi seized the moment when Evelyn was distracted, turned around quickly, and ran wildly toward the hole in the ground. He set his sights on the altar of sacrifice, for only by destroying the altar could he end the disaster and prevent more innocent people from dying.

Evelyn instantly sensed his intention. Her confusion was replaced by anger. She abandoned the victim in front of her and chased after him like a ghost, one hand flashing with blood-stained claws and the other igniting with eerie green flames.

Just then, Levi suddenly lost his footing, staggered, and fell heavily to the ground, as if he had completely exhausted himself and could no longer get up.

Seeing this, Evelyn's lips curled into a cold smile. She ignited a ghostly green poisonous flame formed from a demonic trick in her palm and quickly approached Levi from behind.

But just as she rushed to within a few steps of Reeves, the ground suddenly became scorching hot.

Evelyn's pupils contracted sharply as she realized that Levi, who appeared to have fallen, had actually been using his body as cover to plunge two fingers deep into the cracks in the ground, silently and frantically injecting flames into the earth.

She was terrified and hurriedly leaped away, but it was too late.

With a deafening roar, a violent explosion erupted from the ground, creating a massive bulge that shattered instantly, sending flames and debris flying. Evelyn was violently thrown back by the raging fireball, her body engulfed in crimson flames, writhing and screaming in agony on the ground.