Black sails

Chapter 505 CXXXIX. Tragic Remains of Desire

It was like a bizarre dream.

When I woke up, I had forgotten all the contents of the dream.

I couldn't even tell whether it was a nightmare or a wet dream.

I only vaguely remembered some vague whispers, but I couldn't remember them clearly.

I didn't know how long I slept, but it seemed like it had just passed.

My consciousness was disconnected for a moment, but I immediately became energetic again.

"What happened?"

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.

Where is the Dark Scripture?

Micah looked at the tree-like display stand beside him. The book was actually burning fiercely, with a strange green flame, burning wildly to nothingness.

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

"What's going on?"

Micah retreated repeatedly, but dodging was useless. The curse followed him like a thorn in his flesh, 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 spell tattoo cut off a quarter of his face from the center of his right eye.

Finally, the curses on the entire Dark Scripture were branded on him.

Micah only felt hot and unbearable all over his body, accompanied by unbearable pain, and a kind of primitive and barbaric impulse that could not be restrained at all.

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

This is impossible!

He is not dead yet.

In this case, is there really someone who can become a follower of the demon god? Unheard of!

No, that's not right.

There are two possibilities except death and eternal torture.

The ancient era spell used to communicate with the demon god was branded on him, and it seems that the result is far more tragic than imagined.

This person became a living sacrifice.

It was indeed as Carrie thought. A great being like Kalilabos would not care about anything. Even if he had followers, they were the most powerful and extraordinary people in various alien planes, the chosen champion of lust.

Micah was far from qualified.

But because of some of his wonderful characteristics, in the annihilation field, he was subordinate to Kalilabos and became a living sacrifice, a kind of agent who conveyed the will of lust.

Micah could not restrain himself at all. The desire was stronger than ever before, and at this moment, there was a naked succubus in front of him.

However, as the impulse of lust fermented, the magic scripture spell burned his soul for living sacrifice.

Micah knelt down in pain, and was burned by the spell and smoke came out of his body.

Every hot lust brought a painful slaughter.

It was like cold water that woke Micah 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 a human nor a ghost, nor a demon. You are just a sacrificial prop that can speak. Brother, you are more tragic than everyone who has come here in the past three hundred years. It would be better for you to die directly. Let me give you a quick death."

Carrie stretched out her slender tongue to lick the corner of her mouth. The more pain this man suffered, the more she climaxed.

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

Micah knelt on the ground and vomited water. His expression was extremely wonderful. He also mastered the subtle rules. He must remain calm. He must remain calm. If he has any impulse, the spell will punish him.

As a doctor, he knows that this kind of pain is not chemical or physical at all, but a soul torture that exceeds the upper limit threshold.

Soon, he understood what this meant.

"What a joke!"

Micah held his head with both hands, and Emiya Kiritsugu's face.

Carrie waited for the angle of light in the crack to change. It would be done soon. She would kill this generation of walkers to death.

Finally.

The angle of the sun moved slightly, revealing a very narrow shadow.

Carrie turned into a phantom and flew over. In every sense, she wanted to taste and devour Micah and eat him up.

The crisis appeared.

The leader who saved her life died tragically at the hands of this demon. She wanted revenge, but now, the Dark Magic Scripture turned her into a ridiculous monster.

She was really going to die.

"Fuck!"

The desperate roar before death spread wildly. The dividends of thousands of gold dragons every quarter were about to be scattered with the wind.

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

It seemed that only killing could relieve the pain.

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

These spells also allow Micah to cast spells naturally.

Kalilabos is a demon god of lust and also a demon god of killing.

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

He grabbed the flying dream demon phantom frantically, tearing the light apart, and a haze appeared.

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

Carrie, who was hit, had to avoid the sharp edge and reappeared. The five cuts on her abdomen were flowing with dark gray sand.

"As a living sacrifice agent, do you also have the power to protect yourself?"

Carrie was a little shocked.

As if the spell itself sensed the danger, Micah couldn't help but lean over and slap the ground with his hand, and the black spell surged out like a tide.

The black steel spikes with characters were like flowing waves, growing from nails into giant thorns, pulling out from the ground and stabbing at Carrie. Each spike was fast and strong, and also carried annihilation energy.

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

Ka!

A huge spike pierced Carrie's abdomen, picked her up, and rose into the air. Dark gray sand flowed from the corners of her mouth, and then she was thrown to the ground fiercely.

Micah regained some control over his body.

"What kind of 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 life.

But they were extremely powerful and gave him incredible power.

There was only one thing. This nightmare said that he was a sacrificial prop that could speak. What did this mean? In the future, he could only act according to the rules of this spell and could not disobey it at all?

What a joke!

As Micah's emotions fluctuated greatly, the black spell began to punish his spirit again, causing him to crawl on the ground in pain, his whole body trembling and convulsing.

Micah...

was really angry.

He was already the most despicable, the most disgusting, and the lowest in the contempt chain of the East China Sea pirates.

Now...

Are they going to take away his only pleasure in the end?

Micah would never allow it.

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

Even if it was hell.

He would go down.

If it doesn't work.

It doesn't matter if I die immediately. I have nothing to worry about. Even if it's thousands of gold dragons in dividends, if I don't use it for the right things, I'm just the stupidest rich man.

Like Heywood, Carrie's vitality is incredibly strong. She stared at Micah who was walking towards her. His figure blocked the sunlight shining into the cave, shrouding her in shadow.