World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 138 - 138 112 Killing the Sacrificial Priest!

138: Chapter 112: Killing the Sacrificial Priest!

The Craziest Devouring!_2 138: Chapter 112: Killing the Sacrificial Priest!

The Craziest Devouring!_2 “My lord, I can’t take it anymore.”

As soon as Suo Lun opened his eyes, a gush of blood spurted from his nose.

Because what he saw was an incredibly beautiful woman, completely naked, making all sorts of provocative gestures, desperately preening and posing.

Was this still a priestess from the Dragon Temple?

After the terror tactics failed, they had resorted to erotic temptation.

It must be said, everything before his eyes was too sensual, too lifelike.

And the number of women appearing kept increasing, and they started to look familiar.

Ye Jingyu appeared, Zhi Ning appeared, and finally, what made Suo Lun’s blood boil the most was that Turing Si appeared.

Yes, Turing Si, Gui Xingfu’s wife.

The incredibly voluptuous and enticing her was enacting a scene that was unspeakably provocative.

Of course, the priestess had never seen Ye Jingyu nor Turing Si; the illusions she created for Suo Lun used the memories already in his mind.

The reason why Turing Si appeared was because deep in his heart, Suo Lun had once harbored some evil thought.

Thus, the priestess simply lured it out.

In the Spiritual Illusion, hours of erotic temptation had nearly caused Suo Lun’s mental collapse.

Because, after all, he was a young man, not an old monk undisturbed like a still well.

Even knowing that everything before him was fake, he would still be affected.

Isn’t it like many housebound men watching adult movies, knowing they are fake, yet still getting excited?

Moreover, the illusion before him had become as lifelike as reality itself.

…

After the second wave of erotic temptation, Suo Lun wondered what would be the priestess’s third wave of attack?

The answer came quickly; her third wave of attack was noise torture.

She disrupted Suo Lun’s brainwaves, creating all sorts of noises in his perception.

That kind of sound from horror movies, the crying of a child.

The sound of a knife scraping glass, and the drone of a drill from upstairs renovations.

Of course, the priestess had never peeled or knew the sound of a drill; everything came from Suo Lun’s memories.

The most unbearable sounds in his memory were all stirred up and amplified tenfold, twentyfold.

Countless noises thoughtlessly blared, half an hour, an hour, two hours, driving him to extreme irritation.

Under this horrific torment, Suo Lun’s mind gradually broke down, gradually turned chaotic.

Suo Lun asked, “Yao Xing, with her crazy attacks on me, creating various illusions, what will be the final outcome?”

Yao Xing replied, “Your mind will be completely disordered, turning into what legends call…

a mental patient.”

“And then?” Suo Lun asked.

“Then, your mind will completely collapse, and as a soul and life, you will completely perish, becoming a walking corpse,” Yao Xing answered.

“After that, her goal will be achieved, thoroughly crushing your spirit.”

Suo Lun said, “Must this outcome occur?”

Yao Xing replied, “If left to develop, it will inevitably happen.

You will certainly become delusional, completely collapse, and turn into a walking corpse.”

Suo Lun asked, “Can’t I block my thoughts, not hear anything, not see anything?”

Yao Xing answered, “You weren’t seeing or hearing to begin with; everything is happening inside your head.

Let me give you an analogy, can you control your dreams?”

“No, even the mightiest cannot control their own dreams,” Suo Lun said.

Yao Xing replied, “And that priestess’s mental attack, it’s like controlling your dreams, incredibly realistic dreams.”

In reality, if one could control a person’s dreams, making him have a month’s worth of nightmares,

then more than 50% of the time, he would commit suicide, because it would be a fate worse than death.

The other half, his mind would utterly break down.

So, the seemingly inescapable dire situation before him, was almost unsolvable.

Suo Lun couldn’t stop the illusions from appearing; closing his eyes was useless, because everything was happening in his mind.

Moreover, he was unable to remain indifferent to these illusions.

If he truly were indifferent, that would mean his spirit was completely numb, and being a walking corpse wouldn’t be far off.

And even if he wanted to fight back, there was no way.

Because the opponent could interfere with his brainwaves, yet he was unable to interfere with the opponent.

He couldn’t even communicate with the priestess mentally.

Likewise, the priestess couldn’t communicate with him.

She had no idea what Suo Lun was thinking; she could only desperately disrupt his brainwaves, drawing out his desire, fear, irritation, and all other negative emotions, fiercely tormenting his spirit.

So, in the following endless stretch of time,

Suo Lun endured unprecedented mental torment, from fear to erotic temptation to noise.

Each round of torment lasted for several hours, non-stop.

Dozens of times, hundreds of times, thousands of times.

In this frenzied mental torture, Suo Lun gradually began to feel numb.

Facing fearful images, he no longer felt fear.

In front of splendid seductive sights, he seemed somewhat unresponsive, no longer moved at all.

Facing the horrific barrage of noise, he treated it as if it were merely the chirping of cicadas, unresponsive.

It seemed, perhaps, to be a good thing.

But in reality, it meant that his spirit was completely numb, signifying that he was a step closer to becoming a walking corpse.

Once he crossed a certain line, even the weight of a straw could completely crush Suo Lun, letting his spirit utterly collapse and destruct.

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