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After the mocking and laughter of that voice gradually faded, the statue of the God of Happiness began to tremble more violently. The interior of the temple suddenly filled with a suffocating oppression, as if every inch of air had solidified.
Then, at that moment, the statue erupted with a golden shockwave, carrying a chilling power, like a sun suddenly exploding in the darkness.
"Ah - what is this?!" The guards began to feel an unusual heat coursing through their bodies, compelling them to act as if an irresistible force was driving them, as if something deep within was wildly stirring.
Asa and Baron Morgan also felt an indescribable heat and excitement, their eyes starting to become wild, almost as if they were being controlled by some eerie force.
Even more terrifying is that even the slave trapped in the temple feels unbearably hot all over. But unlike the soldiers and nobles, they seem to sense an indescribable... anticipation and liberation in this scorching heat.
The voice sounded again, this time more sinister and eerie: "Hahaha! Let it all end, let us immerse ourselves in this endless joy! Become my new apostle, and together let us overturn this corrupt world!"
Under the influence of this golden shockwave, everyone seemed to be injected with a strong stimulant, causing their behavior to become abnormal, even perverse. The soldiers began to laugh uncontrollably, and some even started to attack their comrades. Asa and Morgan also lost all reason, issuing bizarre commands to the slaves.
At this moment, the temple interior turned into a true madhouse, with everyone revealing their darkest and craziest sides under this eerie power. And behind it all, the eerie voice seemed to derive some unfathomable satisfaction.
In the grand hall of the temple, the soldiers' originally solemn expressions suddenly contorted, as if influenced by some indescribable force. One by one, they removed their armor and helmets, revealing skin covered in bruises and sweat. Then, they began wildly punching and kicking each other, completely disregarding everything.
What was shocking was that this group of warriors, who should have been serious and cold-hearted, in this extreme pain and bloody situation, erupted into fits of almost manic laughter. The laughter was so piercing that it seemed like an illusion brought on by some forbidden drug.
Eilena and Alan also felt this strange force. They felt dizzy and light-headed, as if being pulled by some external force. But they struggled to stay clear-headed because they knew deep down that in this place filled with evil and distortion, losing their sanity could mean permanent damnation.
Even more chilling, Asa the priest and Baron Morgan were also affected by this eerie force. They actually shed their magnificent robes and decorations, walking into the hall filled with corpses and blood completely naked. Their faces showed a nearly pathological pleasure and excitement, as if they had found some incredible satisfaction in this terrifying environment.
In the temple of the God of Happiness, all "happiness" is a distorted and fallen version. There is no real joy here, only a revelry in which the mind and body participate together, a party that makes everyone lose themselves in uncontrollable emotions.
Alan felt his scalp tingle, a sense of corruption and evil permeating the air. He and Eilena and several other surviving slaves suddenly felt as if the ground beneath their feet had disappeared, an indescribable force pulling them up into the air. This force did not come from any visible object, but rather seemed like the air itself exerting pressure on them, making it impossible for them to control their bodies.
However, an even more chilling scene unfolded. Baron Morgan, the man they thought was trapped in a severe hallucination, stumbled over. His face was ashen, his mouth and clothes smeared with someone's blood. His eyes had lost all humanity, replaced by an unfathomable, almost insane, cold indifference.
Baron Morgan seemed to completely ignore the people flying in the air and went directly to a young slave. His bloodied hand violently tore open the young slave's clothes, exposing his terrified and helpless skin. Then, Baron Morgan began chanting in a low voice, each word carrying an ominous power.
"Only through unity can happiness be achieved!" His lips curled slightly, as if this sentence contained an incomprehensible joy.
Alan and Eilena looked on in horror, as if some indescribable evil was gradually coalescing in this space. Though they were restrained by this force, deep down they still struggled to maintain a shred of clarity and vigilance. This madness, this incomprehensible power, and Baron Morgan's actions all made them more certain: there is some kind of unspeakable malevolence in this world that is gradually eroding everything.
Baron Morgan pushed the young slave to the floor, and Alan knew what Baron Morgan would do next. This arrogant villain wouldn't let any opportunity slip away. With a tightness in his chest, Alan exerted all his strength to move his body and stand in front of his sister Eilena as a barrier to shield her from what was about to happen. He didn't want her innocent eyes to witness the impending tragedy.
However, the young slave's heart-wrenching screams and Baron Morgan's almost pathological pleasure-filled laughter penetrated through Alan's body and will, clearly reaching everyone's ears. The screams were like nails, instantly driving into the deepest fears of everyone's hearts.
Alan gritted his teeth, feeling Eilena's trembling behind him. Her fingers clutched onto his clothes as if it were her only anchor.
"Only through unity, unity!" Baron Morgan's words still echoed in the air, intensifying the chill in people's hearts.
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