The Villain Saint is my secondary account

“Wengerman.” Marilyn stood up. Although her clothes looked tattered due to the knock-off “Healing Light,” she was still healthy. “What exactly do you mean?”

“Senior sister, don’t you understand? If we don’t break away from the Plague Hunters, we will all eventually meet our end and become nourishment for the evil god offered by the Full Moon Cult.” Wengerman took off his hat, and his eyes, which should have been brown pupils, had turned into vertical pupils like those of a wild beast. “Only gods can defeat gods. To get rid of the Full Moon Cult, we must rely on the power of the gods.”

“Your eyes…” Marilyn’s expression was complicated, “You gave yourself to Cynthia?”

“No, I don’t want us to become puppets of any other god. Gods are all the same.” Wengerman shook his head. “Cynthia’s consciousness has been devoured by me.”

After saying that, he looked at Ye Xiao again, "But Cynthia's remaining divine consciousness alone is not enough; she also needs to be fused with a special bloodline to be born completely."

"I don't care if you want to suck that old man's blood." Ye Xiao flicked his thumb. "I'm just happy to keep him alive even if I work myself to death. I'm not that obsessed with keeping him from getting hurt."

“That might be a bit difficult, Brother Ye,” Wengerman said with a wry smile. “I need more blood than you think.”

"You bastard." Ye Xiao smiled and pointed a finger at him.

Then he shouted, "Hyde!"

"Uh... what's wrong...?" Hyde poked his head out from the bushes.

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself to save these two young people?"

"Huh?? No, who are they?! I'm old, but I don't want to die yet!"

"Others aren't willing to make sacrifices," Ye Xiao said, shrugging.

Wengerman shrugged. "So, you'd rather protect him than help us break away from the cult?"

"I just feel that the act of saving oneself by sacrificing others is a bit morbid." Ye Xiao slowly stood up, leaning on the stone. "Sigh, I should have thought of that earlier. You found the room in the tavern for me, and you deliberately told me about our conversation last night, so that I would pay attention to Marilyn, who has become somewhat mentally unstable due to the corruption of the evil god."

“You’ve already done a great job, Brother Ye.” Wengerman sighed and drew his pistol from his waist. “Your arrival even forced the Order to instruct me to seize the Blood of Miracles ahead of time, which caused Cynthia to realize that the Outer God’s power had intervened and was born prematurely. I had to kill Hyde to prevent His complete birth. The complete consciousness of Cynthia is not something I can fuse with with just a sample of the Blood of Miracles.”

"Besides... even if you considered everything, you would still fight this battle to protect that old man and your senior sister, even if you know that your senior sister is not the final enemy."

"You seem to know me pretty well." Ye Xiao stubbornly picked up the somewhat worn staff that was leaning against the rock and held it in his hand. "Then you should have thought that I wouldn't just surrender like this, right?"

"Brother Ye, I've been watching from the sidelines the whole time. From cutting off Cynthia's head this afternoon to just defeating Senior Sister, you're already at your limit."

"So?" Ye Xiao leaned on the ground like a cane, his face somber.

“I have merged with Cynthia and broken free from the shackles of the Order, making me a demigod.” Wengerman raised his musket, a ghostly green light gathering at the muzzle. “You are no match for me now… Brother Ye, if it weren’t for our differing stances, I would still like to be your friend. But I swore to help my senior sister break free from the shackles of the gods, so I will not trust either the gods of the Full Moon Order or the gods behind you.”

Wengerman sighed deeply, his eyes revealing determination. "I must become a god, and anyone who stands in my way must die."

“Indeed, as you can see, I really have not a single drop left, and I can also roughly sense your determination and the strange power within you that I cannot contend with in my current state.”

Ye Xiao paused halfway through her sentence, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"But who told you that your opponent is me?"

Chapter Twenty-Two: Support

The drizzling autumn rain weaves a curtain, and the sparse sound of horses' hooves echoes through the woods.

A girl in a white cloak rode a brown horse, slowly revealing her figure along the winding path.

Two strands of silver hair fell across her chest beneath the hood, and her deep red eyes, seemingly capable of captivating the soul, reflected the hunter's astonished expression. Her gilded robe stood out conspicuously in the dim night.

"Finally arrived." Upon seeing Ella appear, Ye Xiao, leaning on his staff, limped to the side.

“A Templar Sorcerer… how could he be here…?” Wengerman recognized the simple yet elegant attire, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Fortunately, Liangqiu Village wasn't far from the Upper Imperial City. When Ye Xiao realized three hours earlier that there was still a fierce battle ahead, he had been calling for Ella's support. Although Ella, who had rushed over at top speed, couldn't make it in time for Marilyn's mixed doubles match, at least Wengerman appeared to be there for her to deal with.

Compared to Wengerman's surprise, Marilyn's reaction was far more intense. Already possessed by the other's aura, her legs involuntarily buckled to her knees. She easily sensed the overwhelming pressure emanating from the silver-haired girl's holy figure, a pressure that transcended life levels, causing her face to turn pale and even making it difficult to breathe.

"Eh?"

Noticing Marilyn's reaction, Ella gently raised her hand, and the invisible pressure dissipated slightly.

Then, the silver-haired girl dismounted and gently patted the horse's belly with her white gloved hand. The obedient horse trotted to the other side of the road.

“Wengerman,” Ella said softly, her delicate, childlike voice light and melodious against the backdrop of raindrops, “I can help you break free from the Full Moon Cult, and I also removed the influence from Marilyn.”

Marilyn hadn't yet understood why she instinctively feared this suddenly appearing girl, but upon hearing those words, even the slow-witted Marilyn realized something beyond her comprehension, and her eyes widened.

Wengerman swallowed hard. His enhanced spiritual vision, enhanced by the fusion of his fragmented divine sense, failed to detect anything amiss with the girl. "You... how do you know my name?"

He didn't understand why he used honorifics. The other person was clearly just an ordinary Templar, but he could feel his soul trembling, as if screaming to escape from the other person's sight.

Ella didn't speak, her eyes simply fixed on Wengerman.

“I…” Wengerman gritted his teeth, his will finally overcoming his instincts at this moment, “…I still want to take control of my own destiny and no longer submit to any god.”

“That suits me perfectly,” Ella suddenly flashed a bright smile. “Now I can give you a good beating.”

"Uh...?" Before Wengerman could react, a small fist had already punched him in the face.

The poor hunter, who was sent flying backward, couldn't understand why the Templar's fist could be as swift as the fist of the swordsman next to him.

After a few rolls, Wengerman staggered to his feet, raised his musket, aimed at the slowly approaching Ella, and pulled the trigger. However, the expected flash of light did not appear. Instead, a dark tentacle emerged from the barrel with a "poof".

"What the hell is this..." Before Wengerman could finish his exclamation, the tentacle slapped him hard across the face.

The injury was significant and the insult was intense. Wengerman, panting, touched his swollen face, his vertical pupils gleaming with a sinister green light.

His arm swelled up with a crackling sound, covered in dense white hair, and the triangular hat with feathers slipped off, revealing a hideous face that was half human and half beast.

“Ouch——!!!”

A ferocious roar echoed through the forest as Wengerman pushed off with his legs, his bear-like body swelling as he charged toward Ella.

Ella had long wanted to try out her panel full of evil god skills, but unfortunately, it was too difficult to have the opportunity to do so in the Sanctuary.

Just then, a guy appeared who was willing to be her target. Most importantly, he looked tough and should be able to withstand a lot of torture.

An invisible wave spread from the girl's feet, and everything it touched disintegrated like an oil painting stained with water.

The soft lawn rippled like a pool of water, while the filthy silt gushed out like a spring.

The Gate of the Abyss—that's the name of the spell. Unlike Ye Xiao, who needed a contract array as a medium, Ella didn't even use incantations or a staff to cast the evil god's spell.

With just a flick of the finger in the air, the power hidden in the soul is directly projected into reality.

The dark waves surged over Wengerman's body in the blink of an eye, slamming his muscular frame to the ground.

Upon closer inspection, the seemingly liquid-like sludge turned out to be countless tiny tentacles, wriggling and burrowing into Wengerman's gray-white fur-covered body.

He instantly felt a loss of control over his body, as if his soul was being gnawed by countless insects, and a deep, bone-chilling pain instantly filled his brain.

He couldn't even scream; his consciousness, senses, and internal organs were being torn apart by thousands of writhing tentacles, and his elongated senses were trapped in an endless nightmare.

Outside, silt surged in all directions like a tsunami, submerging trees and rocks, and the gushing silt converged into several rivers along the mountainside.

Holy crap, this commotion seems a bit too big.

Ella immediately stopped the spell, which had no clear meaning. Even though she had tried to control it, she had only managed to make the mud branch out and avoid Marilyn and Hyde.

The spring in the void stopped gushing, but the silt had already polluted the reality within a radius of several miles.

Looking at the stones around her that were covered in eyes, and the forest whose branches had turned into tentacles that were waving around, Ella felt a little panicked. It seemed that the reality of this area had already had an irreversible impact.

Fortunately, as the source disappeared, the silt gradually decomposed into stains that sank into the surrounding objects.

In a daze, Ella felt as if this land had come to life. The gentle streams formed by the passing wind and rain swirled around the girl in the holy robes, the dark tentacles that covered the forest no longer swaggered but drooped in one direction, and the eyes attached to the mountainside were slightly closed, like the reverent expression of a devout believer facing a god.

A vague yet intense emotion traveled through the void, and a new name was added to the system's believer panel at just the right moment.

[Liangqiu Ridge - Lower-level believers]

No, how can a mountain be a source of worship?

Ella was somewhat confused, but she truly felt a sense of devotion from the land linked by that name.

"what!!!"

The piercing roar interrupted her thoughts, and Ella then noticed that poor Wengerman was still rolling on the ground with bloodshot eyes.

Countless tiny tentacles burrowed in and out of his body, like a group of excited children arriving at the water park they had been longing for.

"Stop, stop for now, don't torture him anymore." Ella didn't know how to control these delighted and excited little things, but her words seemed to have an effect. The tentacles obediently burrowed into Wengerman's body and stopped stirring.

"What is this... what is all this!? Aaaaaaah!!!" The poor hunter was almost driven mad, his hairy white hands scratching his entire body. "Waaaaaah!!!"

Ella rushed over to comfort her, but to no avail. She had no choice but to use her special skill once again, "Healing Holy Light".

Grabbing a black tentacle and shoving it into Wengerman's mouth, after several spasms, he finally calmed down, panting, and lay sprawled on the ground, motionless.

"what……"

But from his lifeless eyes and the tears hanging in the corners of his eyes, it was clear that this man had truly endured unimaginable pain.

Ella knelt down beside Wengerman and gently stroked his shoulder.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, it's all over now."

Chapter Twenty-Three: A Fine Night

"..."

The girl's gentle and lovely face evoked only evil and fear in Wengerman's eyes, like an abyss materialized from the deepest nightmare in his heart.

"Huh, it's not cured?" Ella flipped her hand, and a cute little tentacle appeared in her palm. "Try eating another one."

"Ah!!! No! Spare me!!!" Wengerman sprang up from the ground as if he had been electrocuted, scrambling and rolling to a large rock to the side.

But this action seemed to startle the stone, which cracked open a pupil and glared at Wengerman.

"Whoa!!!" Wengerman jumped up in fright and ran to another spot.

Ella finally lost her temper and flicked her finger, sending a tentacle out of the ground that slammed into Wengerman's head.

The hunter immediately collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep, infant-like sleep.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

Not far away, Ye Xiao rested by a tree stump while comforting Marilyn, who was looking at the tree with concern, saying, "I already told you, my husband is quite kind."

Do you have some misunderstanding about "kindness"?

Marilyn wanted to ask a question, but she was afraid of offending the petite figure who was slowly walking over, dragging her junior brother's shoes.

Ella walked to Ye Xiao's side, opened her palm, and a dark, wriggling tentacle appeared in her hand.

Looking at the cluster of tentacles, Ye Xiao's expression was complicated, but he ultimately shook his head.

Ella shrugged slightly, tossed the tentacle mass to the ground, and then looked at the girl with a golden-gray ponytail standing to the side. "Miss Marilyn."

“Ah… um!” Marilyn said in a trembling voice.

"Are you still able to ride a horse? Take them back to Liangqiu Village to recuperate."

"Obey...obey!"

"Uh, no need to be so serious." Ella waved her hand, signaling Hyde in the distance to bring Ye Xiao's two horses over as well. "To be honest, you and Wengerman are now my followers, you should be able to feel it."

Marilyn nodded nervously.

“In other words, from this moment on, you no longer belong to the Full Moon Order,” Ella said, leading the horse that had come towards her. The mud that had just been released covered the brown horse, making its eyes dart around and look rather ghostly. “But I won’t restrict you or make any demands on you. If you’re willing to take Wengerman and me back to the capital, at least there I can protect you from the influence of the Full Moon Order.”

"If you don't want to, that's fine too. Just go wherever you want to go. You're free."

Once Ella's oppressive aura subsided, she looked like just an ordinary young girl.

After her mind calmed down, Marilyn lowered her head slightly to think.

She never imagined that she could escape the control of the Full Moon Cult. She thought she would spend the rest of her life searching for plagues, hunting plagues, and offering sacrifices to the Full Moon.

But when that day suddenly came, she didn't know where her life should go.

Ye Xiao climbed onto the brown horse's back, panting. He didn't offer Marilyn any advice or say anything; he wasn't some kind of life mentor, and she should consider these things herself.

"Mr. Ye."

Just then, the hunter girl called out to Ye Xiao, her bright eyes looking at him as he lay sprawled on the horse's rump without a care for his image.

"Hmm?" Ye Xiao was somewhat surprised and looked up slightly.

"……Thank you."

"No need." Ye Xiao smiled; she was indeed a polite and kind girl.

"Mr. Ye, where do you... plan to go next?" Marilyn asked timidly.

“Ah, me?” Ye Xiao scratched his head. “I plan to go to Howling Valley next, and from there cross the border to Storm Harbor.”