Black sail

Chapter 505CXXXIX. The Tragic Remains of Crazy Desire

It was like a weird dream.

When I woke up, I had forgotten everything in my dream.

I can't even tell whether it's a nightmare or a wet dream.

I only vaguely remember some vague murmurs, but I can't remember them clearly.

I don't know how long I slept, but it felt like just a short while.

His consciousness was disconnected for a moment, but he immediately regained his consciousness.

"what happens?"

Micah himself didn't know. He looked at the strong sunlight field in the underground cave separating him and the demon. Fortunately, it didn't take long and the demon still couldn't come over.

What about the Dark Scripture?
Micah looked at the tree-shaped display stand beside him and saw that the book was actually burning fiercely, emitting a strange green flame, burning madly into nothingness.

The spells recorded in the book seemed to have life. As the pages burned, they flew out from the book like snakes and began to wrap around Micah's arms.

"what happened?"

Micah retreated repeatedly, but dodging was useless. The curse followed him like a cancer, spreading from his fingers, gradually reaching his torso, spreading to his limbs, and finally surging to his neck. A string of wriggling spells also rose from his cheeks to his forehead, and circled along his scalp. The vertical curse tattoo cut off a quarter of his face, right in the center of his right eye.

In the end, the entire spell in the Dark Scripture was branded on him.

Micah only felt an unbearable heat all over his body, accompanied by unbearable pain, and a most primitive and brutal impulse that could not be contained at all.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Carrie looked at Micah.

This is impossible!

He is not dead yet.

Is it true that someone could become a follower of the devil? I have never heard of it!

No, that's not right.

There are two possibilities other than death and eternal torture.

The ancient spell used to communicate with the devil was branded on his body, and it seemed that the result would be far more tragic than imagined.

This person became a living sacrifice.

It is indeed just as Carrie thought, a great being like Kalilabos would not care about anything at all. Even if he has followers, they are the most powerful and extraordinary people in each dimension, the lustful champion chosen by God.

Micah was woefully unqualified.

But because of some of its strange qualities, in the realm of annihilation, it was turned into a living sacrifice by the followers of Kalilabos, a kind of agent that conveys the will of lust.

Micah couldn't control himself at all, the desire was stronger than ever before, and right in front of him was a naked succubus.

However, as the impulse of lust fermented, the magic spell burned his soul and used it as a living sacrifice.

Micah fell to his knees in pain, his body burning with smoke.

Every time there is a burning desire, there comes a painful massacre.

It was like cold water pouring down on Micah's head and waking him up completely.

"I told you not to open the book, but you refused to listen. Look at what you have become now. You are neither human nor ghost, nor a demon. You are just a talking sacrificial prop. My friend, you are more tragic than everyone else who has come here in the past three hundred years. You might as well just die. Let me give you a quick death."

Carrie stuck out her long tongue and licked the corners of her mouth. The more pain the man felt, the more she climaxed.

I have never raped a living sacrifice agent before. I will really squeeze Maika to death later. It’s a pity that I can’t eat him. God knows what will happen if I eat that monster covered with spells.

Micah knelt on the ground and vomited clear water. His expression was extremely wonderful. He also grasped the subtle rules of it. He had to stay calm. He had to stay calm. If he had any impulse, the spell would punish him.

As a doctor, he understood that this pain was not chemical or physical in nature, but a spiritual torture that exceeded the upper threshold.

Soon, he understood what this meant.

"What a joke!"

Micah held his head in his hands, Emiya Kiritsugu's face.

Carrie waited for the angle of light in the rift to change, and soon enough, she would annihilate this generation of walkers to death.

at last.

The sun shifted slightly, revealing a narrow shadow. Carrie came flying in as a phantom, wanting to taste and devour Micah in every sense of the word.

The crisis is emerging.

The captain who saved his life died tragically at the hands of this demon. He wanted to take revenge, but now, the Dark Scripture has turned him into a ridiculous monster.

I am really going to die.

"I'm fucked!"

The desperate roar before death spread madly, and the dividends of thousands of gold dragons every quarter were about to be scattered in the wind.

Anger and a desire to kill were also growing wildly in Maika's heart, but any desire could not be satisfied, and the spells on the Dark Scripture began to burn him again.

It seems that only killing can relieve the pain.

Micah was no longer human now. Subconsciously, responding to crises instinctively, the spells on his arms swam like worms, spilling out a lot of swirling black quicksand.

These spells also allow Maika to cast spells naturally.

Kalilabos is a demon of lust and also a demon of cruelty.

The energy of annihilation entangled and gathered in Micah's hand, and the black quicksand was blown into a huge cold steel claw, attached to Micah's hand. The black sharp claws were covered with spells, carrying the power of annihilation, which could tear the monsters into pieces.

He grabbed at the flying dream demon phantom wildly, tearing the light apart and filling the air with mist.

Even the energy was split and disrupted, attacking Carrie's entity. This attack was far more effective than the magic rifle.

Carrie, who was hit, had to dodge the attack and reappear. The five torn wounds on her abdomen were oozing dark gray sand.

"As the agent of the living sacrifice, do you also need the power to protect yourself?"

Carrie was a little shocked.

It seemed as if the spell itself sensed the danger. Micah couldn't help but lean over and slap the ground, and the black spell surged out like a tide.

The black steel spikes with characters on them were like flowing waves, growing from nails into giant thorns, rising from the ground and stabbing towards Carrie. Each spike was fast and strong, and carried annihilation energy.

Carrie tried to dodge, but she was too weak now and was no match for Micah.

click!
A huge spike pierced Carrie's abdomen, lifted her up into the air, dark gray sand flowed from the corners of her mouth, and then she was thrown to the ground.

Only then did Micah regain some control of his body.

"What power is this?"

Seeing all those spells crawling back and branded on his body, Micah knew that he would never be able to get rid of these fucking disgusting tattoos in his lifetime.

But it is extremely powerful and brings incredible strength to oneself.

There is only one thing. This nightmare demon said that he is a sacrificial prop that can speak. What does this mean? From now on, I can only act according to the rules of this spell and cannot disobey it a little?

What a joke!
As Micah's emotions fluctuated greatly, the black spell began to punish his spirit again. He crawled on the ground in pain, his whole body shaking and convulsing.

Micah...

I was really angry.

He has become the most despicable, most disgusting, and the most despised pirate in the East China Sea.

just now……

Are you going to take away my only ultimate pleasure?

Micah would never allow that.

He stood up with great difficulty, and walked slowly towards the extremely weak Carrie, enduring the unbearable pain.

Even if it's hell.

I have to go down too.

If not.

It doesn't matter if I die soon. I have nothing to worry about. Even if it's thousands of gold dragons in dividends, if I don't use it wisely, I'd just be the stupidest rich man.

Like Haywood, Carrie had an incredibly strong vitality. She stared at Micah walking towards her. His figure blocked the sunlight from entering the cave and shrouded her in shadow.

(End of this chapter)