The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing

#368 - Lust

When Zun Zun sent the pitch-black sword into someone's body, he didn't feel happy. Instead, he felt even more vexed and annoyed.

Because the target wasn't the Archbishop of Wrath, but just an ordinary passerby.

He chased after him all the way, but Sirius only ran towards crowded places, using his empathy ability to create chaos. He didn't seek to kill, only to hinder Zun Zun's pursuit.

Wrath's single-target strength wasn't strong; he could defeat her even if she only used one hand. But her wide-range AOE was a headache. If he accidentally killed someone, everyone else would die as a result.

As the chaos he created grew larger and larger, Zun Zun could only stop. Unless he recklessly pursued her, regardless of the life and death of others. But—

"Thank you, Big Brother!"

"Th-thank you..."

When a little boy and a little girl in sailor suits thanked him one after another, the fearful, timid, and helpless look in their eyes made it impossible for him to abandon them.

Hiss—

Zun Zun looked at the direction where the Archbishop of Wrath had disappeared and could only helplessly let her go.

As for whether it would cause even greater chaos... a madman who only acts according to the Gospel is sometimes more reassuring.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Zun Zun cast aside his murderous aura and said with a gentle smile, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

"Really? Thank you, Big Brother!"

The little boy cheered happily, but quickly lowered his head in disappointment and said softly, "If we go back late, I don't know if Mom will be angry."

"She'll definitely be angry! It's all your fault, Fred, for running around, that's why it's like this now!"

"Sister..."

The little girl, called 'Sister' by the little boy named Fred, had short blonde hair and the same emerald green eyes. The two were siblings.

"Um... I'm sorry for troubling you."

She bent down and thanked him earnestly.

"But there's no need to take us back. We can find our own way back."

She was also very wary of strangers.

Although this was a good virtue, being rejected after offering help always felt a little hurtful, and he subconsciously wiped his eyes, which had no tears.

"But, Sister..."

"Shut up."

Fred, who was scolded by his sister, whimpered. It seemed the two were a combination of a strict older sister and a mischievous younger brother.

"—Ah, ah! Can you hear me, you bits of minced meat—"

At this moment, someone's voice entered their ears.

"If those bits of minced meat who can hear my voice are trembling with fear, and those who can't hear me all die filthy deaths, then I can save some effort, which would be a great help, wahahaha—"

"A magic device..."

The constant voice made Zun Zun frown.

The younger brother subconsciously shrank behind him, grabbing his clothes, with a frightened look on his face. Although the older sister was almost the same, she could still persevere and endure.

Children are most sensitive to emotions.

During this time, the sharp, piercing voice from the sky continued.

"So, so, so, did any idiots die from that just now? If not, it doesn't matter, but daring to ignore me like that, just a few words and you've already ruined my mood."

Troublesome, nagging voices resounded throughout Priestella.

The pedestrians who heard this showed surprised and confused expressions, obviously not knowing who the voice belonged to.

Although the magic device broadcasts every morning, it would never be so full of malice.

"Oh dear, oh dear, completely ignoring such well-intentioned advice, even if you're slow, you should have noticed by now, right? The meaning of my broadcast! The meaning of the broadcast...? Besides annoying people, what other meaning is there? Hehehe—"

The malicious laughter asserted her evil spirit.

"Being able to hear my voice means that I... no, it means that we have control of the city's central hub, doesn't it? Ah, by the way, the four control towers located in the corners of the city have also fallen into our hands!"

Control towers...

These were important facilities that could control the water flow and regulate the water volume of the entire Priestella, and also the buildings that Zun Zun was interested in because of that huge magic tool.

Its importance was self-evident, but now that it had fallen into the hands of the enemy, it meant that the entire city was being held hostage.

"Now, the entire city is a garden for us to play with and manipulate as we please... Hmm, in other words, it's a bug cage for you bits of minced meat, isn't it!"

The broadcast, full of abuse and declarations of despair, was like a heavy hammer constantly striking people's hearts. The people around gradually understood the situation, and confusion and embarrassment slowly spread.

As if enjoying this stimulated vortex of chaos, the voice became more and more high-pitched, and the tone became more and more shrill.

"Have you finally understood, you scum and scraps! But, for you lousy, hopeless guys, the beautiful and compassionate me has good news to tell you! My goal is the Witch's remains that exist in this city! If you are willing to listen to my wishes, I will definitely give a lot of consideration to the matter of the control towers!"

Using the entire city as a hostage to make her demands—the Witch's remains.

"Wahahaha! Oh no, oh no, it's almost time for introductions—"

The insidious and vicious voice deliberately dragged on, as if to whet people's appetites, and then deliver a blow at the worst possible time. The woman in the loud broadcast announced her arrival.

"I am the Witch Cult's Great Sin Archbishop, in charge of Lust—Capella Emerada Lugnica! Wahahahahaha, respect and worship me, kneel on the ground and beg, cry out with pathetic looks of fear, you bits of minced meat!"

The broadcast ended here.

However, the impact of the broadcast continued. The pedestrians on the street hurried along. Although the Witch Cult's reputation caused a considerable commotion, they still obeyed the city's daily instructions and immediately went to the nearest shelter to take refuge.

Although he wanted to return to the inn and reunite with the others now, but—

He looked at the two children beside him.

He couldn't just leave them alone.

Zun Zun tried his best to maintain a gentle smile and said to the two, "Let's go, let's go to the shelter."

The city was very unsafe now, and only the inn was the only safe zone, but the older sister of the siblings was too wary and would not go with him.

"Sister..."

"I know... then, thank you for your trouble."

The older sister, who was softly begged by her younger brother, hesitated for a moment and then nodded lightly. She certainly knew that this was also a critical moment, and the weak and helpless two could only rely on others.

The three followed the crowd towards the shelter.

Along the way, Zun Zun learned that the younger brother's name was Fred, and the older sister's name was Raphael. Their mother's name was Liara, and the siblings perfectly inherited their mother's blonde hair and emerald green eyes.

And their father—

"I don't know how Dad is."

"Fred, Dad will definitely be okay!"

The two's father worked at the city hall, and the magic device used for the broadcast was placed in the city hall. The woman's voice in the broadcast was full of malicious tones and was undoubtedly a bad person, so their father was likely in grave danger.

But even so, the two didn't cry, they were surprisingly strong.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting worse and worse, Zun Zun quickly changed the subject, saying that he was actually a tourist from out of town, and asked them if there were any places worth visiting in Priestella, and after this commotion ended, he would have the two of them take him around.

Children are easily distracted. The younger brother, Fred, immediately began to talk about the good places in Priestella, and said that he had personally been to these places.

But as he spoke, he didn't know how, the topic suddenly turned to 'Glorious Tiger', which was the title of the hero who saved him last night.

"Glorious Tiger, what trash—"

"He's so cool, Glorious Tiger!"

"—Um, very cool."

Zun Zun immediately changed his tune.

Destroying children's dreams is not something adults should do, but should comply with.

But the older sister, Raphael, didn't have so many scruples. She snorted and said, "Glorious Tiger, isn't that a lame title?"

Gloriously breaking the filter.

The siblings quarreled over the title of their savior, but Fred quickly fell into a disadvantage, it seemed that the older sister naturally had a suppressive force over the younger brother.

I have to say it again.

The residents of Priestella were quite good at handling disasters, so even with the Witch Cult's arrival, there was no major chaos, but rather an orderly progress towards the shelter.

Even Zun Zun, a foreigner, could follow the mainstream and easily know the location of the shelter.

In the tense situation of others, the three were unusually relaxed. This situation was no less than a fire drill held by the school, where others were seriously involved, but they were like bad students, laughing and joking in the back, indifferent to the danger.

But compared to the three, one person was even more excessive.

When a large number of people were walking forward in an orderly manner, one person came against the flow, and would occasionally stop in place, viewing the goods displayed in the shops on the street, or examining the coordination of the shops.

As if not taking refuge, but strolling on the street... no, like strolling in her own backyard, relaxed and comfortable.

But even more conspicuous was her fiery red dress.

The Western-style dress exposed fragrant shoulders and a snowy back, with red as the main tone, black lace edging, and small emeralds dotted around. The hem was fluffy and long, reaching the ankles, with a black petticoat inside. The right side of the waist was decorated with a large red and black bow, and the left side was a red-edged black rose inlaid with emeralds. Below the skirt were semi-transparent red-brown long suspender stockings, with the elastic band at the top being black.

A goddess descending to earth.

It would not be an exaggeration to use such words to describe her. It could be seen from the way passersby subconsciously lightened their steps, not wanting to disturb her.

However, this goddess didn't even look at these people. Regardless of the broadcast just now or the riots on the street, it seemed that everything could not interfere with her, rejecting all unfavorable factors and isolating herself.

Her name was obvious.

Priscilla, the very same royal candidate who danced with Zun Zun just now.