It was like a grotesque dream.
Upon waking, the content of the dream was completely forgotten.
It was impossible to know whether it was a nightmare or a lucid dream.
Only some vague, murky whispers remained, but even those were unrememberable.
Uncertain how long he had slept, it felt like only a short while had passed.
There was a moment of disconnection in consciousness, but he quickly became alert again.
Mika didn’t know, looking at the underground stone cave with a strong sunlight barrier separating him and the Demon. Luckily, it hadn’t been long; the Demon was still unable to cross over.
Where was the Dark Demon Scripture?
Mika glanced at the tree-like display stand beside him. The book was burning fiercely, blazing with an eerie green flame, consuming itself into nothingness.
The spells recorded in the book seemed to have a life of their own. As the pages burned, they slithered out like snakes, swirling and darting around Mika’s arm.
Mika stepped back repeatedly, but dodging was futile. The spells clung to him like flesh to bone, spreading from his fingers, gradually reaching his torso, then his limbs, eventually crawling up his neck. A string of writhing spells rose from his cheeks to his forehead, circled his scalp, and the bound spell tattoos split his face in quarters from the center of his right eye.
In the end, the spells from the entire Dark Demon Scripture were imprinted on his body.
Mika only felt an unbearable heat throughout his body, accompanied by excruciating pain and a primal, uncontrollable urge.
Recognizing the situation had calmed, Carrie observed Mika.
He was still not dead.
This event—could someone truly become a Favored of the Demon God? Unheard of!
No, it wasn’t quite right.
It avoided the two possibilities: death or eternal torment.
The Ancient Era Spell used to communicate with the Demon God was imprinted on him, leading to an outcome far more tragic than imagined.
This person became a living sacrifice.
Indeed, just as Carrie suspected, such a great being as Calirabos would not bother with mere mortals. Even if there were Favored, they would be the most powerful beings in various dimensions, chosen champions of unbridled desires.
Mika was far from worthy.
Yet, due to some peculiar attribute, in the Annihilation Domain, he was transformed by Calirabos’s subordinate Favored into a living sacrifice, an instrument for expressing unrestrained will.
Mika couldn’t control himself. The desire was unprecedentedly strong, and at this moment, there was a naked Enchanting Demon before him.
However, as the impulse of unrestrained desire fermented, the spell from the Dark Demon Scripture burned his soul, using him as a live offering.
Mika collapsed, writhing in agony, smoke pouring from his body as the spell burned him.
With each surge of intense desire, there came a measure of excruciating torment.
As if cold water had completely awakened Mika.
"I told you not to open that book, but you didn’t listen. Look at what you’ve become, neither human nor Demon Clan, just a talking sacrificial object. Brother, you’re more tragic than anyone who has come here in the past three hundred years. It would be better if you just died. Let me give you a quick death."
Carrie licked her lips with her long tongue; the more the man suffered, the more excited she became.
She had never defiled a living sacrifice executor before. She planned to torment Mika to death, though regrettably, she couldn’t eat him—who knew what would happen if she consumed a creature covered in spells.
Mika knelt on the ground, vomiting clear liquid, his expression complicated and varied, discerning the subtle pattern within—to remain calm, he must stay calm, any impulse would cause the spell to burn him.
As a physician, he understood this pain was not chemical or physical, but a soul torment beyond the upper threshold.
Soon, he understood what this meant.
Mika clutched his head, with Emiya Kiritsugu’s face.
Carrie awaited the change of the rift’s light angle; soon, she could kill this executor completely.
The angle of the sun shifted slightly, revealing a narrow shadow.
As a phantom, Carrie flew swiftly, intending to consume Mika in every sense of the word.
The leader who saved his life was brutally murdered by this Demon, and he sought revenge. Only now, the Dark Demon Scripture had transformed him into a ludicrous monster.
He was indeed going to die.
In the face of imminent death, a desperate roar erupted, his reluctant fury spread wildly, and all the dividends of a thousand Gold Dragons per quarter were about to vanish.
Anger and the desire to kill grew madly in Mika’s heart, yet any desire left unsatisfied led the Dark Demon Scripture’s spells to torment him again.
It seemed only slaughter could quell the pain.
Mika was no longer human; instinctively, responding to the crisis, the spells on his arm squirmed and spilled out torrents of whirling black sand.
These spells also enabled Mika to effortlessly cast spells himself.
Calirabos was the Demon God of unrestrained desires and also of ruthless slaughter.
Annihilation energy wrapped around Mika’s hands, and the black sand formed a massive icy steel claw over his hand, covered in sharp spell imprints, imbued with annihilation power that could tear Magic Beasts to shreds. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel⦿fire.net
He fiercely clawed at the incoming Dream Demon’s phantom, tearing through the light, leaving a diffuse haze.
Even the energy was disrupted and torn, attacking Carrie’s physical body; this strike was far more effective than any magic-guided rifle.
Hit, Carrie had to avoid the sharp edge, reshaping her form, dark gray sand trickling from five gashes in her abdomen.
"A living sacrifice executor also has the power to protect himself."
Carrie was somewhat shocked.
The spell itself seemed to sense the danger, and Mika, unable to resist, bent down and placed his hand on the ground, sending a tidal wave of black spells outward.
Steel-black spell-engraved spikes sprouted like a flowing tide, growing from nails to huge spikes, shooting towards Carrie, each spike swift and powerful, infused with annihilation energy.
In desperation to dodge, Carrie was too weak now, no match for Mika.
A massive spike pierced through Carrie’s abdomen, lifting her into the air, dark gray sand streaming from her mouth, then flung her harshly to the ground.
Only then did Mika regain some control over his body.
"What is this power?"
Seeing the spells crawling back, imprinted on his skin, Mika realized he would never rid himself of these damn disgusting tattoos for the rest of his life.
But they were incredibly powerful, granting him unbelievable strength.
Only one thing, the Dream Demon had said he was a talking sacrificial object. What did that mean? From now on, he had to follow the spell’s rules, with no resistance?
As Mika’s emotions fluctuated wildly, the black spells began to torment his spirit, paining him until he writhed on the ground, trembling and convulsing.
He was already the lowest of the low, the most despised East Sea Pirate.
Even his last and only pleasure was to be taken away?
Mika would never allow it.
He struggled arduously to stand, enduring unbearable pain, slowly walking towards the extremely weakened Carrie.
Even if it meant Hell.
It didn’t matter if he died immediately; he had nothing to worry about anymore, even thousands of Gold Dragons in dividends. If they couldn’t be used effectively, he would be the most foolishly rich person.
Like Haywood, Carrie’s vitality was astonishingly strong. She stared blankly at Mika, blocking the sunlight streaming into the stone cave, enveloping her in shadow.