Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Luo Mi transformed into a phantom and slipped through the crack in the door into Bishop Eugen’s bedroom.
As an archbishop, Eugen’s bedroom was quite simple, containing only his episcopal robes for different occasions, two casual outfits, some books, a cross, and so on.
At this time, Bishop Eugen was fast asleep in bed, completely unaware of Luo Mi’s arrival. He didn’t know whether it was because phantoms were naturally difficult to detect or because of the effects of Anos’s divine magic.
As they drew closer, Luo Mi sensed the divine power contained within Bishop Eugen— though far inferior to Anos, it still far surpassed the level he could currently forcefully break through.
Thinking that Anos, whose true nature was unknown, was there to support him, Luo Mi cheered himself up and activated his charm spell.
The essence of seed of charm was mind control, and most succubi chose the sexual-desire-oriented path in order to feed. Luo Mi, who considered himself straight, only used the path of control and domination when facing Anos.
As he had anticipated, the charm spell was automatically blocked and countered by Bishop Eugen’s holy light. However, Luo Mi was not injured: instead a special power gently enveloped him, avoiding the counterattack of the holy light, and continued to rush towards Bishop Eugen’s spiritual realm.
During this time, Bishop Eugen remained asleep and did not wake up.
Just when Luo Mi felt his magic power was about to run out, he finally broke through the barrier of the holy light and successfully entered Bishop Eugen’s spiritual domain.
In the eyes of the succubus, the human spiritual realm was presented in the form of color blocks, like colorful “planet” floating in the universe. Different “planet” represented different memories and emotions, and what the succubus had to do was to color the corresponding “planet” with his own color.
However, in Bishop Eugen’s spiritual “universe,” there were no planets, only a purple continent pieced together.
What does this mean? Luo Mi recalled the notes on succubus basics that Susan had given him and was somewhat confused: Does this mean that Bishop Eugen’s spiritual world only has one realm?
He landed on that continent and saw that it was covered with small purple flowers, and the air was filled with a delicate sweet fragrance, which made Luo Mi, who was only in a spiritual form, feel a little dizzy.
A point of holy light shone around Luo Mi, which then solidified into the shape of Anos.
He glanced at the continent and raised an eyebrow slightly: “There’s definitely something wrong. Be careful not to touch these flowers.”
What is this flower?
“The Sinialat flower only grows on the land of the Zixiang Lord in the Demon Realm. It contains hidden spiritual pollution, and prolonged contact will gradually turn you into the Zixiang Lord’s slave.”
Luo Mi was startled and quickly floated a little higher: “So Bishop Eugen has been taken control of by Lord Zixiang?”
“Only Zixiang could evade the Pope’s inspection.” Anos looked ahead and frowned slightly. “Zixiang has been staying quietly in her own territory all these years and hasn’t bothered other lords. It is indeed strange when you think about it.”
He changed how he addressed people without realizing it.
Luo Mi pretended not to notice and floated forward, unexpectedly discovering some experimental tables and equipment, similar to those used for his previous physical examination. However, although no one was operating these instruments, they were moving on their own.
Luo Mi couldn’t help but wonder, “Is Bishop Eugen dreaming?”
If Bishop Eugen was awake, what they were seeing should be fragments of his memories; and if he was asleep, then it was probably a dream. But most dreams were bizarre and illogical, and this was the first time Luo Mi had ever seen a dream like this.
Anos followed behind him and said calmly, “The advancement of demons in the Demon Realm is mostly chaotic, but there are certain patterns— for example, succubi and another type of demon share the same high-level form. Do you know what it is?”
Luo Mi guessed, “Nightmare?”
Anos nodded, his crimson eyes falling on the instruments conducting the experiments: “As the highest-ranking succubus, Zixiang is also the highest-ranking nightmare, and is undoubtedly the queen of the dream and mental realms… This dream may be somewhat dangerous.”
Luo Mi swallowed hard: “Do you mean all of these?”
Anos looked up and saw a large swarm of nightmares flying out from the front—these nightmares had purplish-black skin, long pointed ears, mouths full of sharp teeth, huge bat wings on their backs, and were holding mechanical guns and cannons, which they aimed at them.
A nightmare, seemingly the leader, screamed at them, “Who are you? Who gave you permission to trespass into the ‘real dream’?!”
Another nightmare’s gaze swept over Luo Mi, and she sniffed, “He’s a succubus. Could he be one of the lord’s subordinates?”
“The lord didn’t give any orders.” The Nightmare leader, gun in hand, remained vigilant. “Who are you?”
Before Luo Mi could speak, Anos snapped his fingers lightly.
Suddenly, a vast net woven from holy light opened above the nightmares, instantly descending and enveloping them all.
The nightmare that touched the holy light immediately screamed in pain.
Anos clenched his right fist, the Holy Light Net contracted and then exploded with a bang.
The poor nightmares’ bodies turned transparent and then vanished like reflections in water.
“It’s resolved.” Anos withdrew his hand calmly. “Continue.”
Luo Mi swallowed hard again and continued flying forward.
They flew past many research facilities along the way, some of which were quite special, like kitchens or bar counters.
Nightmares and succubi occasionally appeared in these places, but they were all false shadows.
Anos paused at these spots, gazing thoughtfully at the rows of bottles behind the bar.
Luo Mi saw a familiar drink on the bar: the “Green Heart” that had caught his attention.
This led him to speculate: “Could it be that Bishop Eugen was concocting and experimenting in his dream? But can things from dreams be brought into reality?”
Anos shook his head: “If dreams could connect with reality, Zixiang would have already imagined the destruction of the Papacy and other demon lords in her dreams, leaving her to rule alone.”
A soft, alluring female voice suddenly rang out beside them: “Dreams aren’t entirely unreal.”
Luo Mi quickly turned his head and saw a virtual shadow appear next to the bar, which then solidified into a woman wearing a gorgeous purple evening gown.
Her hair was as black as ink, interspersed with bright light purple, and adorned with purple flowers that could be seen everywhere in the dream. Her dark purple eyes seemed to contain all the charm of the world, and anyone who looked into her eyes would be immediately captivated.
Luo Mi stared blankly at her, feeling as if his spirit had been hit by a black hole, irrevocably being sucked into those purple pupils.
At that moment, Luo Mi heard a disgruntled snort.
The hum was like a bucket of cold water poured over Luo Mi’s head, instantly sobering him up.
Luo Mi quickly lowered his head, realizing that his mental strength was no match for the woman in front of him; he would be uncontrollably captivated and bewitched if he looked at her.
He already knew the woman’s identity.
Anos’s icy voice then rang out: “Zixiang, don’t go too far.”
The woman giggled, teasingly reciting as if she were a lover: “Look, I haven’t even asked you about your transgression in my house, and you’re already accusing me of something. You don’t even know how to spell ‘excessive’ anymore! Your little boy couldn’t resist my charm, is that my fault?”
Anos scoffed: “Don’t tell me you’ve declined to the point where you can’t even control your charm anymore.”
Lord Zixiang, with her good temper, said, “Very well. Then, esteemed Lord Blackwing, what are you trying to do by trespassing into my domain through my servant’s dream?”
Anos didn’t answer the question immediately. He first looked around before saying, “You’ve been hiding here all these years?”
Lord Zixiang, her nails painted a vibrant green, lightly traced a circle on the wine glass beside her. Looking at the wine stains on her fingertips, she smiled sweetly: “There’s nothing I can do. Neither you nor Rose are willing to accept my love, so I can only dream about it.”
Anos said mockingly, “You can go find Red Horn and Lone Shadow.”
Lord Zixiang picked up his wine cup and took a sip: “I haven’t seen Lone Shadow for many years. His territory is deserted. I even suspect he has died silently in some corner. As for Red Horn…”
Lord Zixiang frowned, a rare occurrence for her, and her tone became tinged with disgust. “That stupid dragon never takes a bath. I don’t like it.”
Luo Mi, who was listening in, almost burst out laughing.
Anos suddenly asked, “What is a ‘real dream’?”
Lord Zixiang smiled and said, “‘Real Dream’ is everything you see before your eyes. It’s just that I solidified my dream and connected it with my other servants to create my own personal paradise. Finding some fun in my own place shouldn’t bother the esteemed Blackwing, right?”
Anos narrowed his eyes: “That’s all?”
Lord Zixiang spread her hands: “Otherwise what? What can a mere succubus like me do?”
“It’s hard to believe that a mere succubus could pull the bishop of St. Patrick’s Cathedral into your real dream.”
“You mean Eugen?” Lord Zixiang’s dark purple eyes flickered. “Eugen came to me on his own; it wasn’t me who deliberately pulled him along.”
Anos replied calmly, “Oh? Why?”
Lord Zixiang took another sip of wine, then suddenly laughed: “Why should I tell you these things?”
Anos tapped on the bar and pointed at Luo Mi: “Because he harmed my people.”
Lord Zixiang raised her delicate eyebrows high as she looked at Luo Mi.
Although she had already restrained her astonishing allure, Luo Mi still felt a sense of pressure. He thus turned to look at Anos, using Anos’s face to dilute the influence of the world’s number one succubus.
Anos calmly recounted the influence of the Green Heart, which Bishop Eugen had conferred upon Luo Mi.
Lord Zixiang looked Luo Mi up and down with surprise: “The things Eugen concocted have all been tested on death row inmates and demons in real dreams, and nothing like this has ever happened before.”
Anos scoffed, “This is just a dream.”
“Everything here is exactly the same as in reality.” Lord Zixiang’s voice remained gentle and charming. “The mixing methods that Eugen experimented with here will not produce any unnecessary effects when mixed in reality.”
Anos narrowed his eyes again: “But according to my tests, the person affecting him is the blood component of yours that Green Heart possesses.”
Lord Zixiang was taken aback, then smiled and glanced at Luo Mi again: “Then I understand… I’m afraid the reason lies with your little friend. I don’t force low-level succubi to come closer to me, but if a succubus has my bloodline, he will still be affected to some extent.”
Luo Mi exclaimed in surprise, “I possess your bloodline?”
This body actually has such a powerful background?
Lord Zixiang chuckled: “I have too many descendants, it’s normal for some to be scattered. If you don’t force your way in, but connect to my dream normally, you will have a body exactly the same as in reality, and then I will be able to find out.”
She thought for a moment, “But this does have something to do with us… How about this, I’ll share some of my essence with your child to help him advance a few levels, how about that?”
Anos pondered for a moment, then refused the proposal, saying firmly, “Since you’ve injured my man, hand him over.”
Lord Zixiang’s smile faded slightly: “Black Wing, don’t be too domineering.”
Anos sneered: “So what if I’m domineering?”
Lord Zixiang stared into Anos’s blood-red eyes, then suddenly narrowed them after a moment: “You’re injured.”
Her tone was confident, not doubtful.
Anos said calmly, “Just because I’m injured, do you think you can beat me?”
Lord Zixiang remained silent, and the atmosphere between the two demon lords suddenly cooled.
Luo Mi’s heart tightened, feeling ready to fight at any moment, and he mentally started typing to the system: “System, is there anything I can do to help?”
[In a battle between demon lords, the host should probably pray for survival… or perhaps the host could consider using points to redeem life-saving measures?]
“Can’t we use points to exchange for attack methods?”
[Sorry, host.]
“How useless!” Luo Mi cursed inwardly, then suddenly a brilliant idea struck him: “How about I throw out that angel statue?”
The angel statue contained a strange power; Luo Mi felt an intense burning pain whenever he touched it. The succubus Lord Zixiang’s real dream would likely also be harmed by the angel statue— of course, the angel statue was a physical object, and he didn’t know how its appearance in his real dream would cause any changes.
But since it was Lord Zixiang’s territory anyway, it was not a bad thing if something went wrong.
Just then, Luo Mi felt Lord Zixiang’s gaze shift slightly in his direction.
Then Lord Zixiang smiled again: “Just kidding, he’s just a servant, how can he compare to Blackwing?”
She gracefully raised her hand, and a shadow appeared beside her hand, quickly solidifying into the image of Bishop Eugen.
In the real dream, Bishop Eugen gazed intently at Lord Zixiang, as if looking up at the god of faith during daily Mass: “Lord, you wanted to see me?”
Lord Zixiang clapped his hands and smiled at Luo Mi, saying, “Plant your seed of allure in his soul, and he will be yours.”
Luo Mi glanced at Anos with some unease.
Anos’s blood-red eyes lingered on Lord Zixiang for a moment, then he nodded slightly.
Luo Mi took a deep breath and let his spiritual power spread into Bishop Eugen’s soul.
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