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In the very next second after vanishing from Tenserveria town, the two thousand elite soldiers under Lucifer suddenly appeared deep inside the territory of Morthveil City.
Morthveil was unlike any other place in the entire world.
The roads were dead silent. There were no food stalls, no children playing, not a single sound of life. In the truest sense, it was a city of death and poison.
The air reeked of poisonous herbs mixed with the thick, metallic stench of blood—rusty, pungent, and utterly nauseating. Every breath felt like inhaling corruption itself. The whole city of Morthveil was, quite literally, a ghost town drowning in decay.
The moment Lucifer and his forces materialized, he sent a telepathic command to all two thousand soldiers:
"Kill anyone showing symptoms of rotten skin, festering boils, pus-filled sores, or purulent fluids leaking from their bodies. Kill anyone who looks even slightly suspicious. Rescue any captives you find."
His cold voice continued in their minds:
"I am about to cast a sound magic spell. After this, no one in this entire cursed city will hear any sound—not even you will hear each other. From this moment, rely only on yourselves. Draw your weapons and begin the purge."
With that, Lucifer raised his hand once more and cast the spell in a low, menacing whisper:
**"Dominion Sound Nullification."**
An invisible barrier instantly swallowed the entire city of Morthveil. Its purpose was to completely nullify every form of sound within its domain. The moment the barrier activated, absolute silence fell like a heavy tomb lid over the cursed streets.
Lucifer gave a sharp signal with his Nightfeast Cleaver. Without a single battle cry, all two thousand soldiers charged like silent demons into the decaying houses of the ghost city.
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Approximately seven miles from their landing point stood a massive, grotesque structure that mockingly called itself a church.
To call it a church was an insult to the very idea of one. A true church was a place of solace, spirituality, baptism, and holy choirs. It was meant to be a sanctuary under divine protection.
But this place was the complete opposite.
No gods or goddesses resided here. Confession was unnecessary because sin itself ruled unchallenged. Spirituality was nonexistent. Instead, the air was thick with the stench of death, torture, and pure savagery. Holy choirs had been replaced by endless, gut-wrenching screams and broken, hopeless sobs. Baptism had become a ritual where innocent victims were subjected to the most depraved sexual, mental, and physical torture imaginable by monstrous fiends.
There was no higher power here—except for the Pope himself.
He was not merely the leader; he was its living god. He had built this abomination with his own hands. A true demon in human flesh had constructed a temple dedicated solely to depravity and suffering.
The followers and priests wore what appeared from afar to be pristine white robes. Up close, however, they were nothing but layers of filthy white bandages wrapped around their rotting bodies. Their skin was decayed and sloughing off, their eyes sunken into hollow sockets, and their flesh covered in pus-filled boils, festering sores, and bursting carbuncles.
During their unholy rituals, they did not consume bread and wine. Instead, they feasted on the still-beating hearts of various creatures and drank warm human blood as their sacred wine.
This was no church.
It was the lair of an evil cult—the **Church of Toxara**, which worshipped the sacred trinity of death, decay, pain, and poison.
At that very moment, inside his private chambers, the Pope of Toxara—**Rotveil**, also known as **Demagus Purefield**—was indulging in his nightly depravity with two broken, mutilated human guinea pigs.
These two victims were none other than Kelis Kyas Morgen, the aunt of the Ducal Heir of Morgen Duchy, and her niece, Hellen Kyas Morgen, sister of the heir.
Two years earlier, the Church of Toxara had "healed" the Duchess of Morgen using their poisons in exchange for these two noblewomen as payment. Since then, Rotveil had subjected them to endless, increasingly sadistic experiments.
Even after becoming impotent, Rotveil continued to use them as his personal sex slaves. He had forced them to eat human flesh. When they resisted, he began testing his most horrific poisons on their bodies.
His madness had only grown more extreme. He took sick, twisted pleasure in their suffering.
- He had burned all the hair from their heads.
- He had sliced off their earlobes and offered them as sacred gifts to his followers.
- He had force-fed them deadly poisonous herbs: nightshade veil, bloodroot thistle, rotvine creeper, moonlight leaves, white gravewhisper fern, and many others.
Among them, moonlight leaves induced eternal, nightmarish sleep; rotvine creeper caused the body to slowly rot from within; and gravewhisper fern shattered the mind, making the victim hear the constant whispers of the dead.
But even that was not enough for Rotveil's bottomless cruelty.
He had ordered their hands and feet amputated, then surgically swapped and sewn them back—hands where feet should be, and feet where hands belonged. He had also completely cut out their tongues.
Both women were still technically alive, but their existence was far worse than death. They were nothing more than living corpses—mutilated, poisoned, and broken beyond repair.
And at that exact moment, the rotten Pope was raping them.
His own face, brain, heart, and even his cock were rotting and necrotic. Yet somehow, Rotveil was thrusting his decaying, pus-leaking member deep into Kelis's ruined vagina while simultaneously licking Hellen's mutilated cunt with his foul, blackened tongue.
The sight was so revolting, so disgustingly grotesque, that any sane person witnessing it would have vomited instantly. It was pure, stomach-churning abomination.
Yet Rotveil was lost in his maniacal ecstasy, completely unaware that the impending doom had already arrived at the gates of his cursed city.
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The moment Lucifer's order was received, his soldiers burst into the homes of Morthveil like silent butchers.
They had landed in the outer regions of the city, where a small number of "normal" residents still lived—livestock being raised and fattened by the church for future horrors. But even these were few compared to the main population.
Following Lucifer's command, the two thousand soldiers silently split into four equal squads of five hundred each and launched their assault in all four directions.
Thanks to the Dominion Sound Nullification barrier, no sound escaped. Yet from every house, rivers of fresh blood began to flow silently.
A calm night had turned into apocalyptic judgment for Morthveil.
Wherever the soldiers entered, blood sprayed like fountains from severed arteries.
Martha, gripping her massive mace, approached one house and smashed the door into splinters with a single powerful strike. The people inside remained completely unaware, still engrossed in their horrific activity.
Inside the hall, five figures sat in a circle around a wooden bench. On the bench lay a teenage boy—dead. His stomach had been brutally ripped open, his intestines scattered like wet ropes across the floor. His eyes were gouged out.
The family—a man and his two wives, along with two young children aged eight or nine—were all wrapped in filthy white bandages. They were calmly eating the boy's raw organs.
The father slurped the boy's intestines like noodles.
His two wives held the lungs in both hands and chewed them with wet, crunching sounds.
The children eagerly gnawed on the heart and liver, blood dripping down their chins.
As he ate, the father looked at his children lovingly and said,
"Eat until your bellies are full, Ilumgand and Sera. Daddy will bring you another nice dinner tomorrow."
But as he said all this… no one was able to hear it. Even the man himself looked slightly confused for a moment, his mouth moving silently in the suffocating quiet.
From a distance, it might have looked like a warm family meal.
But the main course was the mutilated corpse of another human teenager.
Martha, who had once visited Morthveil for a guild mission and ignored the residents, could no longer hold back. The sight of such vile cannibalism made her blood boil with pure rage and disgust.
She screamed at the top of her lungs:
"**You… monstrous… bastards!!**"
But no sound came out.
She charged forward and swung her mace with devastating force. The husband's skull exploded like an overripe melon—**KRRUMPPHH**—sending bone fragments flying everywhere. Only then did the wives and children realize someone had invaded their home and killed their father.
Before they could even react in horror, Martha's mace came down again and again, crushing all five heads into bloody pulp with sickening wet crunches.
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In another house, Edena and Ilina broke in to find a mother and daughter calmly eating. Both had rotten, decaying skin covered in bandages. A short distance away sat a bound and gagged man—his eyes blindfolded, one arm missing. His severed arm lay on the table before the mother and daughter, who were greedily devouring the raw flesh.
While chewing, the little daughter asked innocently,
"Mom… why isn't Dad eating with us?"
She paused, shocked, because she couldn't hear her own voice—or her mother's reply.
Before she could pinch her mother, two silent shadows appeared behind them.
Edena stood behind the mother.
Ilina stood behind the daughter.
In one swift, merciless motion, both heads were severed cleanly from their bodies.
This nightmare was not limited to one or two houses.
**Every single home** in Morthveil was filled with the same stomach-turning cannibalism. Butcher shops proudly displayed human meat alongside animal carcasses. Severed limbs, hearts, and intestines hung like premium cuts.
The people of Morthveil had become true man-eaters on a monstrous scale. They had sunk far lower than even the most savage races of the Remis Kingdom.
But tonight was their last.
Lucifer and his soldiers had entered a full berserk state. The sheer atrocity they witnessed shook even their hardened minds. All they wanted now was to erase this cursed city from existence as quickly as possible.
In their eyes, these people had long forfeited any right to live. They were far more disgusting and irredeemable than any monster.
The annihilation had begun.
All that remained was to see how much longer these abominations could cling to their wretched lives.
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