549: Perversion within perversion

"You all heard it, didn't you? That boy, Luca, said he wanted a Demon to descend and destroy everything."

Chen Heng's lips curled into a smirk, as if he had found an amusing toy.

"What are we?"

"We are Heavenly Demons!"

"Demons are too low-level. How about a Heavenly Demon descent instead?"

"What do you all think?"

"..." After hearing Chen Heng's words, everyone fell silent.

"I think it's good."

"It sounds a little interesting."

"Then let's do it."

"Which one of us goes first?"

Bai Jun and the others instantly approved Chen Heng's proposal and began a heated discussion about the plan.

"Hehehe! Then let me do it!" Luo Shuo let out a villainous laugh like an idiot and was about to step forward and reveal himself.

"Are you stupid?" Chen Heng slapped Luo Shuo back, pushing him down into his seat again.

"What's the rush? There's a big show waiting for us tonight."

"We'll make our entrance when Luca is at his most desperate, and it has to be a grand one."

"Understand?"

"Oh, oh, oh." Luo Shuo's eyes immediately cleared, and he quickly returned to his seat.

"So we're just going to watch the show now?" Bai Jun frowned. He hated this kind of thing the most.

If it weren't for Chen Heng being there, he would have gone out to uphold justice just now.

"No rush, wait a moment." Chen Heng watched Luca being carried away below, looking at the myriad of beings with great interest.

"That Luca has remarkable talent; he can control the power of anger."

"This is very similar to one of my abilities, but I can control the power of all emotions, while Luca can only control one."

"He is very suitable to become a new Heavenly Demon variant."

Bai Jun and the others nodded, half-understanding. If Chen Heng wanted to do it this way, then so be it... Inside the palace, Luca did not suffer the torment he imagined. Instead, the High Priest of the War God Temple healed his injuries.

Except for his fractured spine, which was completely irreparable, Luca now looked no different from a normal person.

Not only that, but royal handmaidens came to dress Luca in a magnificent gown, making him look quite handsome.

Looking at his refreshed self, Luca couldn't help but feel bewildered.

Didn't the First Prince want to humiliate him?

Why do all these useless things?

Just then, the First Prince, who had taken off his armor, walked in.

"You must be very curious, aren't you?" The First Prince had a wicked smile on his face, holding a glass of pale green wine as he sat beside Luca.

"You see, I particularly enjoy humiliating Geniuses like you."

"But, your disheveled appearance is really too ugly; it would only stir Marcia's desire to resist."

"Now, you are different. I just need to cut out your tongue, remove your vocal cords, and then control your expression with a human skin mask from the Cursed Cult."

"Then I can enjoy the purest despair!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The First Prince forcefully pried open Luca's mouth and, with extremely cruel methods, directly tore out Luca's tongue.

Blood gushed out, and intense pain assaulted every nerve in Luca's body, yet he was completely unable to move.

"Don't be confused. Even if you become a cripple, you are still a threat. How could I not be prepared?"

"Why do you think the High Priest healed your injuries?"

"This is a perfect opportunity to turn you into a cripple; how could I miss it?"

Sipping the fine wine in his cup with pleasure, the First Prince looked at Luca, whose chest was covered in blood, with a look of intoxication.

"Don't worry, I will treat your Marcia very well."

"..." Luca glared at the First Prince with eyes like a vengeful spirit.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that if Luca had the chance, he would surely slice the First Prince into a thousand pieces.

"I forgot to tell you, I want to savor not only your anger and despair."

"But also Marcia's despair."

"To be wantonly played with in front of her beloved, and for her beloved to fawn over me with a sycophantic expression, Marcia will surely show an exquisite expression, won't she?"

"Then, in such a wonderful atmosphere, to slowly toy with her until she dies, this is simply the most wonderful thing in the world!"

A morbid smile appeared on the First Prince's face, but it vanished in an instant.

Draining the fine wine in his cup, the First Prince clapped his hands, and immediately several handmaidens came over to change Luca into a new set of clothes.

"Gurgle..." Blood foam bubbled at Luca's lips, as if he wanted to say something.

"Truly hideous." The First Prince took two steps back with a hint of disdain.

"You commoners are born to entertain us royals."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I will keep you alive and let you slowly die of old age."

With that, the First Prince turned and left the room where Luca was confined.

An atmosphere of despair enveloped Luca. He sat with a pale, ashen face, head bowed, in the chair.

'God, have You truly abandoned me?'

Even now, Luca still held hope for the gods.

But when he remembered the collusion between the War God Temple and the First Prince, an emotion called hatred began to sprout.