The spores adhered to the flesh wings, and green leaves clung to them as they grew.
Looking scary was no concern, a bit of makeup, a filter on top, and the appearance immediately seemed respectable.
Wayne waved his six wings and took to the sky. His speed wasn’t fast, but flying in a straight line was definitely quicker than walking or even driving.
Such a figure soaring in the sky was bound to draw strong public attention, not to mention reshape the worldviews of many.
Wayne could no longer care about that. Reshaping worldviews was always better than losing one’s life. To survive was the priority, and only after surviving could he consider other things.
On the ground, Kel was blown by the Tempest into a corner, where he hit his head against the wall with a thud.
The poor sap didn’t know how many times he had hit his head today.
Dazed, he looked up, gazing at the six fluttering wings fading away. He mumbled the word "angel" before his eyes closed and he passed out again.
In the maid’s room at Bart Manor,
The white ceiling peeled away to reveal a glaring red, with an Inverted Pentagram Magic Array materializing and projecting the Blood Totem of Hell.
A red light enveloped a few strands of gold thread crawling out of the totem, the blood-red eyes scanning around, unable to find the maid Oga in the room.
The Evil God sensed the maid’s location, its strange howl whipping up a sinful red wind, charging forward and colliding head-first with the Holy Light defense, resulting in a bout of frustrated cursing.
Time and again, it was the same. Why was the road to success always so tortuous?
Kel had moved the maid and even gave her a Crucifix Necklace, claiming it could soothe the mind and promote better sleep, thus helping with her sleepwalking.
He was Lord Lundan, a man of many words, so Oga decided to believe it.
However, clearly, such trivial tricks couldn’t detain the Evil God for too long. If Kel had acted more brutally and pushed Oga off a cliff to her death, the Evil God wouldn’t have had to bother today.
Oga heard some noises and thought it was just mosquitoes. After swatting a few times, she paid it no more mind.
Suddenly, a strong drowsiness overwhelmed her, and she inwardly cursed the Crucifix for being unreliable before yawning and falling straight to sleep.
After a brief stalemate, the Evil God proved superior, successfully penetrating the Holy Light defense and entering the maid’s body, completing its arrival through this vessel.
Maid Oga possessed the Holy Spirit Physique that The Church has long coveted, a peculiar physique capable of harboring more thoughts. Although varying in strength, it was definitely the preferred choice for performing Conjure Spirit Arts, more reliable than a Golden Mage inviting a god to enter their body.
Every advantage has its downside, and the Holy Spirit Physique was no exception. It was easily possessed by Evil Gods and evil spirits; even ordinary souls were attracted to it, which caused the possessors of the Holy Spirit Physique to have endless nightmares.
Above Bart Manor, a shadow emerged at some point, and within the grim clouds, red thunder serpents raced through.
The thoughts of the Evil God continued to arrive, its power in the mortal world rapidly growing.
The maid Oga’s body slowly floated up, her eyes a piercing crimson, her mouth twisted into a terrifying smile as she lifted her arms, emitting laughter that wasn’t her own.
The Evil God had arrived!
He drew in a few strands of gold, infusing the last bit of Dragon Blood into his body, with the Evil Dragon’s Blood transmuting his flesh and the robust thoughts ensuring that the body wouldn’t collapse due to the Dragon Blood.
The maid’s slender figure swelled to two meters, covered with fine scales below which her hands and feet transformed into dragon claws, with a long tail and wings extending from her back.
On her forehead, the Dragon Blood, altered by the thoughts of the Evil God, grew a pair of curved horns backward.
"This is it, this is what I’ve been craving!"
The Evil God clenched its claws, feeling the surging power within its body. The Dragon Blood was significantly depleted, a severe deviation from its initial plan. With only this much power, it couldn’t achieve its grand schemes.
Thinking this, it turned its gaze toward Crescent Bay, where an ownerless faith awaited harvest.