Chapter 103 Feeding the Devil with Your Body - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"Buzz—" In the Pantheon, silent for millennia, a strange humming suddenly echoed throughout. The Witch of the End, sitting on the edge of the steps, seemed to sense something, instinctively lifting her gaze. The once majestic Pantheon—its order chains, resembling strings descending from above, had undergone some unknown transformation, causing them all to tremble simultaneously! Her eyes swept over these chains, made of law and divine power, with a hint of confusion. Suddenly, she noticed, with some surprise, that cracks mixed with a faint glow had appeared on the surface of the previously unblemished chains of order. These fissures seemed to spread across the rugged surfaces of the order chains under some invisible force! "Crack." One of the chains of order, forged by a deity, emitted a mournful groan as it teetered on the brink of shattering. "Crack, crack, crack." As if heralded by the first sharp sound, the majority of the chains began to break in a chain reaction! The statues, unable to withstand such levels of fracture, started to appear somewhat unstable. Then, at an indescribable moment— "Boom—!!!" With a clear and resonant sound ringing through the vast hall, the myriad of chains exploded into countless points of light, cascading downwards like falling rain! Inside the entire Pantheon, it seemed to rain colors. A magnificent sight. At some point, the Witch of the End had risen from the steps. Gazing at her form, mostly free from the shattered chains and the dreamlike surroundings, her formerly cool and tranquil eyes were now filled with uncontrollable astonishment and bewilderment. What exactly has occurred?! As this thought barely formed, a deluge of memories unexpectedly surged into her mind like a tidal wave. The Witch of the End stood there in a daze, as if assimilating all the upheavals of the past hundred thousand years. Until a certain moment, The book she held suddenly slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground. The instant Lynn grasped the trait of the seal, he felt an overwhelming malevolence and mental pollution flooding into his mind. Though he had braced himself, his brain buzzed, drowning in endless agony, as blood trickled slowly from his seven orifices. Pain!!! Excruciating pain!!! Was this the torment that woman endured daily?!! Damn Saint Roland VI!!! At that moment, Lynn's heart brimmed with all sorts of negative emotions. He blamed all the sins on Saint Roland VI, the culprit behind everything. Simultaneously, Saint Roland VI was added to Lynn's must-kill list. "Who are you?!" The Creation Demon’s shrill voice echoed within the underground ruins, frustrated at having its plans thwarted once more. "Me?" With great difficulty, Lynn half-knelt on the ground, his smile irritating as ever, "I'm the one here to kill you." Though his words were filled with sarcasm, his current state lacked any real confidence. As his body touched the trait core, the force belonging solely to a higher-dimensional demon instantly corroded him. The relentless wails and layered murmurs echoed unceasingly in his ears. As a low-tier extraordinary being, merely facing a level 0 seal item could be a suicidal act—many are left with trauma from even a brief encounter. Yet, what Lynn was doing now magnified this act of recklessness a thousandfold. Naturally, he tasted its bitter fruit. "Boom!!!" With a flash of blood, a hole burst open on his back. Moreover, his entire body seemed to melt away, intertwining with the black sludge merging from all directions. Several eyes and mouths grew upon his face, while slippery, sticky tentacles writhed and grew from his chest. This was the inevitable result of seal item pollution! An irreversible grotesque transformation! Although still humanoid, he now resembled a monster more with each passing moment. Lynn’s expression contorted with aggression, trying to focus his will, desperately halting his body’s collapse. But as soon as he entertained this thought, the rioting cells within transmitted agonizing signals to his brain, as if every cell had simultaneously been pierced by invisible steel needles. Too much pain! Lynn's face was drenched in sweat, his features twisting in agony. Seeing his wretched state, the Creation Demon laughed heartily: "I thought I was dealing with some formidable figure, but it turns out he's just a first-tier?!" "The people of the Saint Roland Empire truly are idiots! Rushing recklessly to meet their demise here!!!" A mere touch of the seal item’s core would have meant certain death for ninety-nine percent of the world's extraordinary beings. Especially at such close proximity. This fool's fate was sealed from the beginning. With this thought, He manipulated the seal item core clutched by Lynn, attempting to wrest it from his grasp. "Did I say you could leave?" Amidst a raspy voice, the mutated youth, resembling a monster, cast a frigid gaze. The next moment, he suddenly clenched the seal item core tightly and swallowed it whole! Maniac!!! This guy is insane!!! Not understanding the reason behind his actions, the Creation Demon immediately formed a seductive and curvy body from the black sludge, staring with shock at the youth clutching his stomach on the ground. He intended to forcibly integrate the seal item into himself! Once removed from the host body, the trait core couldn't be exposed to air for extended periods, or its power would diminish over time. Thus, He was in a hurry to enter Yvesette's body and wrest control. However, Lynn's abrupt actions thwarted the Creation Demon's intentions once more. It had already been quite some time since the trait core became detached from the host body. Sensing the unstable trait core, the Creation Demon faintly perceived a merging trend between its power and this insignificant first-tier ant! "Are you really intent on dying?!" As a demon, He couldn't comprehend the significance behind Lynn's current actions. Yet amidst the low growls tinged with pain, He detected an unusual atmosphere. "You really... underestimate me?" Lynn spoke through clenched teeth, struggling to utter, "I came... with the mindset of killing... you." "If I wasn't prepared to sacrifice equally... wouldn't that be too..." The Creation Demon deeply furrowed its brow. Suddenly, a realization struck. In comparison to that woman, this guy lacked the ability to threaten His power. Moreover, his strength was incredibly weak. Seizing this body would certainly demand a lower cost compared to the former. Furthermore, He faintly sensed from this young man’s presence an aura strongly resonating with Yvesette. Perhaps this was a fine substitute. Despite being a vile man, turning him back into a woman through certain means would be effortless. With this thought, the Creation Demon paused in contemplation before letting out a cold grunt: "If you desire death, I shall oblige." With those words, He spread His fingers, manipulating the surrounding black mire to engulf him entirely. The encroaching dark shadows gathered. When the mire dispersed, He would be reborn. But just then, the boy in front began to speak haltingly again. "By the way, are you familiar with... a term called..." "... risk... hedging?" Lynn slowly raised his head. Gazing at the demon before him, despite the agony reflected in his fierce expression, a twisted smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth. An ominous feeling surged within the Creation Demon. The next second, Lynn abruptly raised his hand and smashed the magic stone, always clutched in his palm, onto the ground! With a sudden flash of light, a pre-prepared magic matrix emerged on the ground, painstakingly intricate and chaotic. In the central node of the ritual, a furious and grotesque demonic face emerged vividly, as if roaring at the world. This was a prayer ritual array Melanie had crafted for Lynn prior to his departure. All he needed to do was to shatter the magic stone, and the ritual would complete instantly, without any incantation, wherever and whenever he desired. Of course, to successfully communicate with those powerful and indescribable entities, Lynn had to offer a sufficiently significant sacrifice—himself—at the heart of the magic formation. "What are you doing?!" The Creation Demon glared icily at Lynn. "I'm going... to do this." Lynn suddenly opened his mouth, using his tongue to maneuver a finger-sized transparent crystal from within. At the core of the crystal, a drop of purple blood pulsed gently. Risk hedging is when a demon attempts to take over your body, and you summon another demon to fight it out within you. Of course, what unfolds afterwards is a mystery to all. For no one has dared to make such an insane move before. Under the Creation Demon's horrified gaze, Lynn gave a manic grin and bit down hard on the crystal in his mouth!! "Buzz—" In an instant, the magic matrix, with Lynn at its central node, radiated dazzling brilliance! The purple blood flowed from the shattered crystal into Lynn's mouth. Amidst the sound of bone-cracking, which made one's teeth ache, his form grew taller, and thick, hard, black scales began to sprout on his skin, edging him closer to becoming a monster. Simultaneously, an ancient and powerful aura, crossing infinite spacetime, directed its gaze towards him. Kushstein, the Tyrant of Evil. Sensing the trace of his own blood, his will descended upon the scene. "Damn it!!!" The Creation Demon, with power far less than its peak, was both shocked and enraged. He completely did not expect this guy to take such a reckless and unimaginable action. In the next second, an overwhelming wave of black mire surged forward, submerging Lynn's body. He intended to seize control of the body before the descent of the Tyrant of Evil. Only then would there be a sliver of hope! Yet, just as the situation reached a critical edge, an unforeseen scene unfolded. The will representing the Tyrant of Evil merely cast a fleeting glance, seemingly just to see who dared use His blood to summon Him. Upon realizing it was merely a first-tier ant, His interest vanished completely. Subsequently, the once-immense oppressive aura retreated rapidly like the receding tide. Clearly, in the Tyrant of Evil's view, there was no need to assist an unfamiliar human ant. Even the Creation Demon was taken aback by this development. After a brief silence, He clutched his voluptuous chest, bursting into laughter: "It's truly, truly amusing!!!" "Young one, you didn't expect that we demons would be such unforgiving beings, did you?!!" Watching the youth submerged in the black mire, His mood evidently lifted. However, the current situation did not seem to surprise Lynn. Feeling himself wrapped in the cold and malevolent black mire, he summoned his last bit of strength to pull his right hand free. Given the reputation, the entity he summoned was unlikely a benign or amiable being. "Kushstein." For some reason, Lynn suddenly uttered the name. And slowly raised his middle finger. "F*** you." Time seemed to pause at that very second. "Boom—!!!" The following moment, tremendous demonic power descended from above, furious and menacing!!! (PS: A group is open now, feel free to join for a chat.) Please vote with your monthly tickets!!!