After my Character Setting Collapsed, I Became an Incubus

Chapter 47: Don't look directly!

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The dim room, the flickering candlelight, the eerie sound of hymns... Lucian shrank into Oscar's arms in this atmosphere.

"When did you come here?" Lucian whispered into his ear.

"today."

Wade patted his lower back, allowing Lucian to sit on him more easily. The flickering candlelight was reflected in his eyes, and his dark expression was filled with interest: "Sit still and watch the ceremony."

The believers participating in the ceremony were performing a strange dance, imitating the positions of slitting throats or intercourse. It took Lucian a moment to recognize that they were imitating the seven deadly sins and their executions. He glanced at Belinda, a little brown-haired girl who was tied up in a row with Elizabeth and others, her little face pale and indifferent.

Elizabeth was crying.

"How did you get here? You were so well disguised that I almost didn't recognize you."

"The power of the demon clan's 'darkness' allows me to hide my aura. I owe this face to your fellow clan member."

"Elena?" Lucian asked. "You should have scared her - after she disguised you, did you kill her?"

Wade smiled slightly: "I originally planned to do this. But she was very useful, so I spared her life."

“Oh…” Lucian said, feeling that they were like a pair of gay men in cahoots.

As the dance came to an end, Lucian asked, "When are you going to make your move?"

"Take action? Why do you want to take action?"

Lucian realized that he seemed to have misunderstood Vader's intention of coming here. He looked into Vader's eyes - the murals of fire and blood were reflected in those eyes disguised as light chestnut.

And there is the black heart on the altar.

"You are here..." Lucian whispered, "to complete yourself and gain the remaining power in your heart?"

Vader didn't mince words.

"Their ritual can pry open the power of the Fallen Angel? Can it lead out the Fallen Angel?" Lucian asked, "So you plan to take the heart after the ritual is over?"

The dance ended. The "priest" came on stage, and several sacrifices knelt in front of him one by one. The "priest" held a scarlet-covered human-skin book and read out the crimes of these believers of the God of Light.

The "jealous" woman was gagged with a rag and cursed, the "gluttonous" priest tried to beg for mercy, the "angry" boy struggled frantically, the "proud" Elizabeth was crying, the "greedy" jeweler's son was praying, and the "lustful" Belinda looked indifferent.

Only the "lazy" young man lowered his head, closed his eyes, and looked extremely painful.

"His younger brother, a seven-year-old boy, had been harassed by the priest many times. The boy asked his brother for help, but received no response - his brother blindly trusted the Church of Light, was busy painting murals, and was too lazy to seek evidence for his brother. Finally, in the early morning, the night watchman found his brother's body under the bell tower. His brother did not die from the wounds on his body, but died of suicide."

The young man lowered his head deeply, and finally, he couldn't help crying.

The "priest" took seven drops of blood from the seven sacrifices and dripped them onto the withered, blackened heart. The heart began to beat, and then a strange blood color appeared in the darkness.

“… I don’t know if the ritual will work.” Lucian heard Vader’s voice, “—but I am willing to wait for the results of their attempt. I will take action when the ritual is over.”

“…” Lucian said, “All these sacrifices will die.”

"—so what?"

The sound at that moment seemed very far away. Lucian suddenly realized that it really didn't matter whether these sacrifices died or not to Vader.

He looked at Wade, who didn't even glance at the sacrifices, but stared indifferently at the black heart on the stage, with a bit of dark bloodthirsty excitement in his eyes. He flicked his fingers slightly, and when the "jealous" woman who spread rumors had her throat cut by the executioner, the expression on his face did not change at all.

The woman dies. The next one is the priest who exploited the people. He will have his hands cut off for taking bribes and beheaded.

"Weid," Lucian said, "If the results are the same for you, can you take action in advance?"

Wade finally looked at him. Lucian restrained his expression and smiled: "Do you have the confidence to get the heart now?"

After saying this, Lucian wanted to look away, but a cold hand grabbed his chin.

"Are you hinting at something, Lucian?"

The priest's screams echoed throughout the chapel. Several members of the Fallen Cross in scarlet robes whispered to each other, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the interaction between "Oscar" and Lucian.

"I didn't expect Oscar to like this little thing." One of them said nonchalantly.

The other person was a woman—Mrs. Hayley. In the dim light, she frowned as she looked at the blurry face of the succubus—somehow, she always felt that he was somewhat familiar.

Facing Wade's question, Lucian lowered his eyes and said nothing. After a long while, he said, "Can I try?"

"You know there are many members of the Fallen Cross here—among them there are powerful grey-robed wizards."

"But you have never been afraid of them." Lucian said.

After a long while, Vader said, "Who do you want to save? Hmm?"

"I don't know." Lucian said.

He lowered his head and gently bit the tip of Wade's gloved finger, his wine-red eyes full of light: "Are you willing to try?"

"...Lucian." Wade's voice became colder. "You need to know that when you want something, you have to pay a price. Especially..."

Wade glanced at the sacrifices, and finally his eyes swept over Elizabeth, but he didn't linger on her. In his eyes, they were just a group of gray little things with no difference.

But Lucian actually asked him for them.

—That was a completely different expression from when he usually asked him for blood or when he complained about being tired.

At that moment he actually felt jealous of such an expression.

—He was actually jealous of these gray insects.

"I know." He heard Lucian say, "If I want you to do me a favor, it will cost me a lot..."

He suddenly felt annoyed and didn't want to listen to him anymore.

So he pinched his lips.

"You're right," Vader whispered. "From now on, you owe me three things. And then..."

"Shut your mouth," he said. "Wait."

After the death of the priest, the next person to be executed was the red-haired boy. He was sentenced to hanging. At the moment when the rope was wrapped around his neck, Lucian saw Wade wave his hand!

All the candles went out at that moment!

The entire hall fell into darkness, with only the blood-red crescent moon shining through the window. Lucian's body also rose into the air at this moment.

Vader flew him up, tapped the ground lightly, and arrived at the altar!

A noisy sound rang out at this moment, some out of shock, some out of fear, and the next sound was the sound of heads falling to the ground - they came from the heads of the executioners. In the extreme darkness, people could only hear the sound of blood splashing, and then there was a snap of fingers!

All the candles were lit at this moment, as if they had not been extinguished just now, but their light was covered by some power.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." Wade said politely, "Welcome to this banquet."

"Originally, I thought it would be better for another person to introduce my identity to me." Wade pinched the "priest's" skull, and his knuckles crackled along with the other's bones. "Unfortunately, he seems unable to speak now."

As he said this, he showed an excited and bloodthirsty smile, and the next moment he crushed the "priest's" head!

Screams rang out in the hall. Vader didn't stop, he grabbed Lucian and flew up immediately, and dozens of attack spells instantly hit the place where he was just now. There were more than 30 people participating in this sacrifice, but Vader's speed was much faster than any of them.

"You are not Oscar! Who are you?" The woman named Mrs. Haley was the first to react.

"Someone sneaked in!"

"Kill him! He's alone!"

The man raised his halberd and started to stab Vader - and soon he realized how foolish he was.

Everything in Wade's hands is a weapon, and his actions are death itself. Even a casually picked up table knife is given the meaning of "killing" in his hands. Once they leave his hands, they will automatically take the life of any living being they meet. The power of darkness hides his body, but the power of death allows him to give death orders to all living beings. The Fallen Cross, which was caught off guard, finally reacted, and several strong men began to organize to resist. More believers began to flee.

"Interesting." Wade whispered, and then he threw Lucian towards the altar.

Lucian was thrown into the air: …

The main battlefield is on the other side, and the altar is indeed the safest place now. Lucian got up from the ground, and the red-haired boy was still holding his neck and wailing. He walked towards Belinda and untied the ropes on her body, and then the jeweler's son.

When he untied the rope for Elizabeth, Elizabeth's face was still covered with tears. She stared blankly at the direction where Wade was fighting, and said to Lucian: "He is Oscar... No, he is not Oscar, he came to save you, could it be that he is..."

Before the name was spoken, Lucian made a "hush" gesture to her.

"Let's go." he whispered.

He walked towards the last person who was tied up - the young man with long brown hair. Among all the sacrifices, he was the only one who was quiet beyond imagination. After being untied, he still did not move.

"puff!"

Not far away, there was the sound of flesh being pierced!

The spear pierced Vader's body, and Elizabeth screamed at the same time.

Cheers briefly rang out in the hall, and then there were even more terrified voices.

"monster!!"

“What the hell is that!!”

The scarlet-robed believers watched helplessly as thick black mist poured out of the wound. Oscar grinned wildly, then…

He broke the spear that had pierced his body and pulled it out!

He licked the blood on it and threw it to the ground. The wound healed faster, and the blood did not make him weaker, but made him crazier. At this moment, a scream came from the crowd.

The scream came from a cultist: "Fallen Angel... That's the power of the Fallen Angel!"

"This person is the descendant of a fallen angel!"

"The bloodline of the fallen angel... Vider Cecil?!"

"The only successful experiment..."

"I'm Wade Cessel." "Oscar" smiled, and the next moment, he opened his scarlet eyes.

"I'm here to take back what's mine."

Everyone was relieved that Vader had escaped danger, including Lucian. But suddenly, a chilling feeling rose from his back.

Something seemed to pierce my brain. At the same time, the system screamed: "Lucian! Behind you..."

He turned around and was horrified to see in that dark heart...

He opened a bloodshot eye!

The "lazy" young painter who was untied from the rope was staring at it blankly. He stretched out his finger towards the eyeball that was looking at him, as if possessed.

"No, no... !!" An even more tragic voice came from the system's voice, "Don't look back... Don't look into that eye!"

“Don’t look!”