**Chapter 40: Blood Battle (4)**
Hunma once served as a selection of the Blood God, engaging in sinful pleasures, and was quite familiar with the process of temptation and corruption.
The darkest desires hidden deep within people’s hearts. People usually do not understand, nor do they wish to confront their dark and secret aspirations. They use morals and all sorts of superficial things to confine them. But the tighter they are bound, the stronger their destructive power when they break free.
In short, it immerses you in your darkest wishes, giving you a moment of bliss, after which you will become like a drug addict (this is not accurate, as it is far more terrifying than drug addiction), sinking into it and unable to extricate yourself, descending into decay.
Hunma desperately sank into her dark desires, her vision fading to black. In the dark, she moved her lips and whispered, “George…”
The dark desires engulfed her like black water, completely drowning her.
She lost consciousness, lost all sense, and was reborn, forgetting everything that had come before, sinking into a state of ecstatic pleasure.
She experienced her own darkest wishes.
In bed, she was entangled with several majestic women, and afterward, they all submitted together before the fallen George, lying submissively.
At other times, she lay languidly on the throne, embraced on both sides, watching the fallen George with horns atop his head:
“What? Aren’t you going to find me some sisters?”
He stepped forward, gripping her tightly, lifting her once more.
Like the other members of his harem, she too was a tool for his desires, ultimately yielding, lying on the ground, holding a soft lady close, closing her eyes, and gradually falling asleep.
All she needed to do was lazily sleep, spending a few more days at home, and the already fallen George would always find new sisters outside.
There were always sisters who refused to be “sisters.” They would be slowly educated together, leading to their mutual downfall.
Clearly, she had once been a demon king, a bald giant, yet this life was far too comfortable.
She saw a grieving saintess, bound tightly, smiling and saying, “George, how could you do this? I misjudged you, Hunma.”
Hunma chuckled, her laughter echoing throughout the harem, eagerly wanting to go up and defile her.
A light laugh rang out:
“My child, so lovely, you are too pure, too kind; I can’t handle you. You are my most adorable… child.”
Hunma’s brief moment of clarity ended. As if in a dream, she stepped towards the saintess Jenna, smiling, “You will join us.”
Suddenly, a figure covered in white light, with remnants of blood on his body, appeared before her.
His appearance was so abrupt and out of place against the surrounding atmosphere of darkness and decadence.
He shouted:
“Hunma! Hunma! Wake up quickly!”
Hunma smiled, thinking he was trying to toy with her. Perfect, she was so scared and could also rescue Jenna.
George shouted, “It has already left! Wake up, quickly!”
Hunma replied, “How is that possible? That was years ago. Haven’t we embraced pleasure for so many years now?”
George hugged Hunma tightly, pounding her back, his voice tinged with tears, “Come back, come back, Hunma, I was too late to save you.”
This armor is so hard and so hot, what… what am I playing at?
Hunma opened her eyes wide, looking at him, astonished, “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Her left eye felt hot.
Suddenly, Hunma remembered that her left eye bore the mark of the King of Deception, that she was still a selection of the Blood God. She turned her right eye, looking through the glass left eye, and saw George’s cheek, as well as the battlefield where fierce fighting continued.
In the distance, the Beast Chariot of the Car King lay mutilated, now impaled on a spike, without a head. The area was littered with corpses, one to two meters apart.
But Hunma noticed George’s cheek more closely; he wasn’t wearing a helmet, and there was blood on his face. Hunma extended her tongue and licked, tasting iron and experiencing a stinging sensation, along with the seductive scent of wickedness.
She also saw her tongue had split again. Steadying her mind, the forked tongue began to merge.
Hunma recalled fondly that wickedness had visited her, embracing and licking her, as if kissing her.
Surely, her dark and secret wish wouldn’t let George know!
Her face flushed as she said, “George, could you let me go? I can’t breathe, though I don’t actually need to breathe.”
George released Hunma, tears still on his face, looking her over. But his hand on her shoulder withdrew, and he regained his usual calm and composure, saying, “Thankfully, Hunma, you haven’t fallen.”
What just happened?
A very powerful demon of temptation invaded, corroding you. I drove it away. You became terrifying; your body mutated…
George looked at Hunma with concern, “Are you okay now?”
“I think you seem to have misunderstood something,” Hunma said. “You calling me fallen is like me calling you a beast. I was always an irredeemable evil creature. By the way, what you drove away was the essence of temptation.”
“Temptation?!” George exclaimed, “It just casually descended like that?”
“Temptation can exist in multiple worlds simultaneously,” Hunma said. “It is said it can exist in the past, present, and future.”
“Separately?”
“Don’t use such lowly comparisons to describe it.”
Hunma’s recognition of him driving away temptation was surprising.
George said, “Not fast enough.”
She merely sought momentary vanity, like driving away goblins. Ji Ma smiled and then asked anxiously, “I want to ask, if I fall, um, the definition of fall being yours, what would happen?”
“The Ji Ma I knew is already dead.”
“Please, don’t learn the unexpected meaning of high elves from Yvelia,” Ji Ma said. “Will it purify me, right?”
George nodded.
“Then what did I mutate into just now?”
“Look around you.”
Ji Ma lowered her head and saw large black insects crawling on the thick tree trunk beside her, as if trembling slightly, seemingly recalling the pleasure she had just experienced.
Under the tree, several dismembered bodies lay strewn about.
Ji Ma forced a smile, saying, “These look like they were pulled off crabs. Wouldn’t they be delicious as ingredients?”
“From you.”
Ji Ma thought she must have looked terribly ugly at that moment; George must have found her disgusting.
But she couldn’t help but ask, “Did I look very ugly then?”
George paused a moment before saying, “A bit more human than the fallen.”
Ji Ma regretted it. She couldn’t help but want to ask George if he felt disgusted.
But looking into George’s eyes, she abandoned the thought.
George couldn’t lie; from another perspective, if she looked like a monster, how could George not find her disgusting? Even if she had a hundred black hairs sprouting from her backside.
Thus, she gently kicked George’s shins, noticing dark silk on her thighs with many holes exposing slick skin, saying, “Where did your tender feelings as a prostitute go?”
George replied, “I think you want to know the truth more.”
“Okay, what’s with Yvelia?”
“She’s gone,” George said. “Seemingly, she was called back by you.”
Ji Ma checked the remaining magical power, which was at 5%, and there was no sign of Bald Strong on the battlefield.
Even though she had succumbed to temptation and could not distinguish between reality and illusion, she still desperately maintained George’s existence.
“Wait.” Ji Ma raised her head, staring at the corpses impaled nearby, asking, “So, you beheaded the chariot driver under the siege of both sentinels, then crossed the battlefield to save me?”
“Correct.”
What an incredible feat.
Ji Ma was greatly surprised: “Your luck seems to be like stepping into a goblin horde and crushing goblin skulls.”
“With good luck, I beheaded the chariot driver with two swift strikes this time.”
“Why not one strike? She wasn’t wearing armor.”
George glanced at Ji Ma, a faint smile on his face, “But she wasn’t in her chamber, and there were guards nearby to protect her.”
Ji Ma kicked his calf and said, “You little brat, wasn’t it just good luck? If you had been a little less lucky, I assure you what would happen would be beyond your wildest imagination. Liu, did you see my dark and secret wishes?”
George said, “I’ve read the secret volumes of the Sanctuary, which mention the cult of temptation enjoying using people’s dark and secret wishes and secrets to coerce others. My questions earlier were coercive too.”
“And then?”
“We try not to take it to heart,” George said. “Since they are dark and secret wishes, it shows they are imprisoned by people’s own conscience and morality, indicating they are not what people truly desire. So I don’t care.”
“What? You knew all along?”
“No,” George said. “If the temptation sect threatened me, I would burn them. If they told me, I wouldn’t take it to heart.”
Ji Ma’s anxious heart finally settled. Kneeling, she kissed George’s cheek, saying, “This is a reward for you.”
It was too quiet around them; the sounds of battle gradually slowed.
A chorus of voices shouted: “Surrender! We surrender! We submit to the chosen one of temptation!”
That was the will of temptation.
Ji Ma turned her head to see batches of raiders of temptation, raising their claws or long pincers, dropping their shields and weapons, and surrendering. More people came forward to surrender than the soldiers around Ji Ma, clearly fleeing in fear, yet they did not.
Even the distant retreating riders of temptation regathered together.
George whispered, “When I decapitated the chariot driver, she was pleading for temptation to save her. I understand now that it was temptation responding to her prayers.”
“So, it was temptation giving her negative emotions,” Ji Ma asked, “not knowing what she wanted?”
“You’re fine, right?”
Although she wanted to force a smile and say she was okay, she sighed, glancing at her personal system status bar, which bore the four characters “Gift of Temptation.” Still, it was better to tell you; the essence of temptation had already left its kiss on my soul, with not much negative emotion remaining. Let’s discuss this more when we have time.
George’s figure vanished: “Okay.”
“King, there’s an egg below.”
“Oh.”
At first, Ji Ma didn’t pay it much mind. She lightly leaped down from the trunk and found an egg beneath a pile of vines. The egg was still slowly enlarging, its shell snow-white, and looking more familiar the longer she gazed.
Her mind electrified with a flash.
For some reason, she suddenly remembered that this egg looked exactly like her.
