Chapter 147: The Naturist Sect

Chapter 147: The Naturist Sect

Within the sacred pillar of light, the tumors and flesh that had lost the support of an external power rapidly collapsed, like snow meeting a red-hot iron ball.

Amid an indescribable sizzling sound, Cynthia’s face twisted, filled with abnormal pain.

She moved with difficulty, turning left and right, looking up and down. Her expression gradually filled with terror and confusion, as though she had finally realized that something was wrong with her condition.

“General…” Her voice trembled as she looked ahead in fear and despair, only to find an unfamiliar face.

Klein could have used Cynthia’s remaining flesh and spirit body to feed Creeping Hunger, but at that moment, he merely sighed and said in a calm voice, “In the future, don’t come into contact with strange objects or religions.”

In his view, Cynthia’s current state had to involve either a cult or some dangerous object that had formed a connection with an existence that could not be looked upon directly. Only that could explain such a response.

Cynthia seemed to vaguely understand something. Left with only a head and a little flesh, she suddenly began to shed tears.

“It—it was the Mother Tree of Desire. It was the Naturist Sect…

“General, General, I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die!

“Save me! Save me!”

The Mother Tree of Desire… the Naturist Sect… Those aren’t within the scope of my mysticism knowledge… Klein’s expression did not change. He looked at Cynthia, who was collapsing and pleading for help, with pity. Once again, he spread his arms and said in a low voice, “Death is not the end. You will find redemption at the side of the gods.”

Another clear and pure pillar of light descended. Cynthia’s beautiful face, streaked with tears and mucus, froze completely.

Her gaze was suddenly filled with despair, yet a few traces of hope for a heavenly kingdom after death still remained.

Under the radiance of the “Sun,” her head and remaining body melted and vanished at a speed visible to the naked eye, receiving their final purification.

Klein appeared calm as he watched this scene. For a long while, his expression did not change, nor did he move.

Only after everything had settled did the corners of his mouth lift slightly. Unable to conceal his bitterness, he gave a low laugh.

“What a mad and chaotic world…”

The experience just now made him unwilling to perform spirit channeling directly. The many bizarre aspects of the matter also made him abandon the idea of bringing Cynthia’s spirit body above the gray fog to “question” her. Facing a situation where that evil sensation could not be dispersed and its corruption was growing more and more serious, he had no choice but to let Cynthia be purified in time. After all, this was a world with true gods. Perhaps there really was a heavenly kingdom after death.

As for Creeping Hunger’s backlash, Klein was not worried for the time being. After so long together, this mystical item, which was still sealed to a certain extent, had become increasingly compatible with him. It no longer had to be fed immediately after being used once. It had returned to its original state: once activated, it only needed to eat once every twenty-four hours, regardless of how many times it was used. Naturally, on days when it was not used, there was no need to feed it.

Therefore, Klein still had enough time to search for food for Creeping Hunger without harming innocents.

If there really is no other way, I can just throw it above the gray fog… Klein looked around and discovered that the members of the general’s guards and the male and female servants inside the house had all escaped the influence of their magnified desires and fallen unconscious. Among them were the maid at the door who had been strangling her companion in pursuit of praise and recognition, and the blond secretary, Luan.

“Indeed, only by resolving the root of the problem can things truly come to an end…

“According to Admiral Amyrius’s…