Boneyard, southeast side.
Leaving the center of this forbidden zone, the desert slowly fades away, replaced by vast gobi and tumbleweeds, with tenacious weeds growing in the crevices of the rocks, showing faint signs of green.
Soon, they will leave the Boneyard.
The spells from the Dark Demon Scripture were completely imprinted on Mika, with a strip of spell text extending from the center of his right eye to his forehead.
Mika tried every possible method, even cutting off his flesh, but to no avail; the spell had completely entwined him.
And Dream Demon Carrie had been imprisoned by Mika.
These spells were minute, resembling the iron maiden torture devices, capable of extending from the spell to confine life within the spell’s characters.
"Husband... take me..."
Lewd whispers of Carrie flowed from the "ribbons" of words that emanated from Mika’s shoulder.
And for Carrie, who killed his savior, Mika simply regarded her as a whore.
In the underground stone chambers of an ancient ruin, Mika wanted to verify if, as a live sacrifice, he had lost his abilities. The answer was no.
Every thrust brought with it soul-scouring pain, a torment so ultimate that it could extinguish any pleasure and turn into sheer rage.
But Mika, being who he was, refused to surrender, enduring cycles of wild desire and extreme pain for a day and a night without release, finally ending the ultimate madness in brutal difficulty.
As for Carrie, she hadn’t been ravaged in nine hundred years, with every ounce of her energy trembling, her brain losing consciousness and going completely blank.
She was utterly ravaged.
And Mika never wanted to connect again; he could no longer endure such pain.
He began to ponder the essence of it all.
In the clinical trials at the Northern Prison, there was the concept of genetic heritage, but in political practice, it evolved into a theory to bolster the power of nobles.
Many physicians had their own understanding of the essence of genes.
In reality, it was meaningless; no matter how intense the connection, it was ultimately governed by genes, encouraged by hereditary properties to produce pleasure.
Even if you connected with ten trillion people, it was useless; you were still a puppet manipulated by genes.
Humans were just agents of this latent substance, a voice tube, with actions, desires, and dreams being as glamorous but useless as the genes of mammals.
Mika, who used to hold an untouchable reverence for Su Yizhana, finally understood after becoming a monster.
This was his life; he had already set foot on the wrong path, speeding away into the darkness with no way to return. Such a holy existence was contrary to himself.
And this sinful act, even if it’s wrong, could only continue.
Next time, it will only be left to that woman before he dies.
By then, he would stake his life and dreams to ravage her.
This was Mika, fighting against this cruel world, fighting against the Demon God, Calirabos, the only way.
"Stop talking; your situation is dire now. We need to deal with the Eternal Sect, and you are strong evidence."
Mika didn’t kill Carrie for two reasons: first, Haywood had to intervene, and Carrie was immensely useful. Second, her existence could provide evidence of the Eternal Sect’s dark history. It was said the current Pope could overturn time and space, with supreme majesty, enough to challenge the Emperor. God knows what kind of creature sat on the Pope’s Throne.
"None of that matters, I beg you... give it to me..."
A stock obstructs the view, unable to see Mount Tai, mandarin ducks nestling together, butterflies flying in pairs. Enchanting demon turned into a Fiji Cup, Carrie lost all reason, the racial bonus becoming the Supreme Burning Cup.
Under the influence of the Dark Demon Scripture, Mika was being fooled by Calirabos. He had to remain pure and abstinent, refusing to let desire break his will.
Directly abstain and return to the Pure Kingdom, pure strength is the power of healing.
Mika naturally did not believe in the Holy Spirit Sect.
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Mika closed his eyes in meditation, tracing the characters of the Ancient Era Ancestors, the Sidis people, on his chest.
Beauty and the Oath Holy Spirit was one of the Thirteen Holy Spirits, invoked to bless marriages, also the protector of love and marriage.
However, this world held no such notions of divine and demonic opposition. The old man in the sky didn’t care about you. There was no attribute restraint, the physical engine was damn realistic to the extreme.
"I am the Holy Spirit, take me."
Carrie shamelessly uttered such blasphemous words.
Connecting the Immortal Emperor and the Demon Lord stopped at the edge of the universe, the Dao being ground away.
Unexpectedly, don’t underestimate our bond, shouting friendship and passion against the Demon God, unleashing boiling combo techniques.
Mika opened his eyes.
The power of the Dark Demon Scripture, these spells could confine life within the characters. If there were no side effects, how wonderful it would be, simply a portable mobile evil prison to punish the Enchanting Demon.
But Calirabos’ jokes were too cruel.
"I must make you shut up."
Mika couldn’t hear these things; otherwise, desire would ignite, and the spells would begin to scour him again. He could only use the spells to transform into iron devices, to punish the Enchanting Demon within the cage!
Flesh is weak, mechanical ascension.
Finally, Carrie quieted down, knowing she had to whisper, lightly sobbing, covering her mouth, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face, or Mika wouldn’t allow it.
Mika continued walking through the Boneyard.
On the way, he encountered a Magic Beast, a giant thousand-legged centipede that only an Honorable-level adventure group could hunt, seven or eight meters long, terrifyingly sinister, each leg twisted malignantly, spewing acid from its mouth.
But the current Mika was too strong, the spell turned into torture devices, chains and blades pierced and shredded from five or six meters away, cleaving and fracturing, the entrails bursting, bile exploding, instantly turning the body into green blood.
Fen is wise; maybe he knows a way to break the curse.
Fen was born in Pedan, the birthplace of the Magic Energy Industrial Revolution. People there were dismissive of religion, including Fen, who scorned understanding of religion, thinking gods were fake and unverifiable. He really tricked him.
It seems the only option is to find Caroso, or find Haywood, let Brother Hai find a way to break the curse.
Mika knew well, Haywood mixed in the Black Sail had become an old mediator, with no intention of betrayal. It was just the dark machinations of the Thief Guild, leaving him no choice but to defect.
Two more days passed.
At the previous ancient ruins, Mika buried the group leader and his comrades, taking food supplies, wind-proof magic tent, the Boneyard map, and a sextant for measuring coordinates.
But he wasn’t an adventurer by birth. Previously, there was always an expert like Fen covering maritime matters, ensuring he wouldn’t lose his way.
He only had the Boneyard map, not Mulong’s, just heading southeast aimlessly, toward the rough location of Drifting City.
Finally, he left the wasteland, departing from the no-man’s land.
"Where the hell have I been brought to, is this still the homeland?"
Mika stood on a wind erosion rock, with lush vegetation all around.
There were a few Arans carrying survey equipment, writing data in notebooks, probably conducting some geological work.
Their clothing was exquisite, wearing sunhats, and had set up a simple camp. The boiler was brewing coffee, the aroma wafting over.
That’s how Mika immediately identified them as Arans, so exquisite.
There was also a group of soldiers in standard army uniforms protecting their safety.
Most likely, they were the ones building the Aran railway.
Mika chuckled bitterly; now he could embrace a girl and kill.