Free Web NovelChapter 661: Chapter 253: Wish Crystal
As a double agent of the Death God and the Nether God, a master on the seductive woman path, seducing people across boundaries was precisely her power—something no other path could truly achieve.
After a moment, she smiled. "Is it Tarik?"
He paused slightly, rolled the name around in his mouth, then spat out another one. "Or... Barong?"
The light in Luna Lei’s eyes flashed and vanished.
She neither denied nor admitted it, merely slid her finger slowly down along Cantona’s solid chest. Her fingertip was as light as a feather, yet as hard to ignore as a blade. Cantona pressed down on her hand before it could slip into dangerous territory.
She giggled, and her hand still misbehaved, teasing him once more before she finally countered, "Why can it only be one?"
Her voice in his ear was so soft it seemed honey might drip from it. "Two is better, isn’t it?"
Cantona’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His current state was a mess. Becoming a Preparatory Angel of the Death God came at a price: losing his bearings, his path turning obscure, and the primitive negative powers inside him swelling madly, like an out-of-control Abyssal Worm.
He could only use the most primal lust for reproduction to resist that ever-growing pull from deep within his soul—the summoning gravity of the Death God.
But that pull was too strong, so strong that every time he woke, he felt his soul being torn by an invisible giant hand, urging him to submit and throw himself entirely into the embrace of death.
Last night’s wild indulgence was nothing but drinking poison to quench thirst. This was the agony of cultivation: the stronger the power, the worse it became. Rumor had it that the wear and tear beyond the Angel level was even more terrifying.
Now, looking at Luna Lei’s face, lush to the point of demonhood, the sound of his swallowing was clearly audible. A seductive woman could indeed vent these negative effects far better, but if he accidentally yielded, the consequences would be disastrous—he would become her nourishment.
Conspiracies aren’t what’s frightening; what’s frightening is when the cards are laid openly on the table.
Cantona didn’t move. He saw clearly that Luna Lei was performing. In the depths of her eyes, there was nothing but deep affection, not a hint of disguise—but people were not supposed to be like that.
Cantona calmly pushed Luna Lei aside. "You’ve worked so hard. What intel did you get?"
They had come to Migratory Bird Island because they’d received intelligence that Tarik, the storm messenger of Monarch Storm, one of the three Sea Lords, would be meeting here with Grand Duke Barong of the Mosel Kingdom. Both of them held genuine clues about the Wish Book. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
In the past, the strongest power at sea had been Moncalleta, but in recent years the old King had turned his ambitions toward the continent, giving Mosel the opportunity to rise. The Wish Book—Mosel was favored by proximity.
Of the three Sea Lords—Sea King, Monarch Storm, and the Scourge Queen—Monarch Storm and the Mosel Kingdom had always been in a cooperative relationship.
"They’ve each obtained a Wish Crystal—a real Wish Crystal, already confirmed by diviners."
The Wish Crystal was the key to obtaining the Wish Book. No one yet knew exactly how to use it, but before the Wish Book emerged, Wish Crystals infused with Wish Power would naturally form in the region where it resided. These crystals were the crucial clues to finding the Wish Book. Legend said that without a Wish Crystal, even if the Wish Book was right before your eyes, you still couldn’t truly touch it.
"And Barong didn’t bring the crystal to Migratory Bird Island," she said softly. "I think that’s actually our opportunity."
Cantona raised an eyebrow.
"The storm messenger and his Storm Regiment are not to be trifled with," Luna Lei continued. "Tarik has at least thirty-seven Storm Knights at his side. Together, even an Angel would struggle to confront them head-on. Tarik himself is a powerful Preparatory Angel. You know how troublesome storms are on the ocean."
She paused, the corner of her mouth hooking into a cruel arc. "If Barong had brought the Wish Crystal here, we’d inevitably have to face those monsters head-on."
Cantona’s gaze flickered, and he asked in an almost inaudible whisper by her ear, "Do you know where he hid the crystal?"
Luna Lei tilted her head so that her lips almost brushed his. Her breath, damp and shimmering, made her mouth look wickedly lush. "Didn’t you already smell the scent he left on me just now?"
Even within the seductive woman path, styles varied greatly. There were those like that Night Patrol in Dragon Capital, who wielded Justice, and there were those who used lust as bait, pleasure as lure, and sin as the final harvest, enslaving others. Once someone fell into the lustful web she wove, they could conceal nothing from her.
Cantona smiled. She was the epitome of hedonism, and also the most terrifying instrument of torture.
Every man who tangled with her would, in the peak of ecstasy, spill the secrets buried deepest in his heart.
The location where he hid his greatest treasures.
His most fatal weaknesses.
Even fears he himself had never recognized.
Cantona reached out, pinched her chin, and forced her to lift her head.
Their eyes locked.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her hard.
It was not love.
Nor was it lust.
It was a bite bordering on tearing her apart and swallowing her, plundering her breath.
Luna Lei’s body trembled lightly under that kiss, as if she were being conquered, yet also conquering. One person’s descent is never as delightful as two people falling together.
After a long while, she pushed him away. Her lips were a vivid red, a gleam of lust in her eyes, but she felt no nourishment from him. She had no idea how Cantona managed it. Even though her net of desire had already sunk deep into him, she had not touched a single one of his secrets, only blankness, like a sheet of white paper. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
"Barong hid the crystal on his flagship, the Black Crow," she said, breathing hard. "In a secret chamber on the lowest deck, sealed with three layers of covert seals and two layers of storm runes."
Cantona’s gaze sharpened.
The Black Crow.
That ghost ship famed for its speed and firepower.
"So, have you figured out how to deal with that ghost ship?"
Cantona’s eyes darkened. "What does the Church Court say?"
Luna Lei’s hand slipped from his waist under his clothes, razor-sharp manicured nails tracing provocatively over his taut muscles. "Which Church Court are you asking about—the Nether God’s, or... the Death God’s?"
How delightful, how exhilarating. Watching others struggle felt like redemption for herself. That was her joy.
Cantona’s eyes grew even darker. He didn’t answer, nor did he stop her wandering hand. Instead, he leaned down, pressing into her. "You’re in such a hurry to take—what do you want from me?"
Luna Lei let out a satisfied sigh. "No, it’s not necessarily taking. Why can’t it be giving? If you can conquer me, you’ll gain everything I’ve acquired. You might even advance to Angel immediately. Then both the Nether God’s Court and the Death Church will look at you with new eyes. Once you have power, you can obtain the freedom you want."
Cantona’s movements halted for a heartbeat. "If you absorb my power, since we share the same origin and lineage, could you also ascend to a charm Angel?"
"Yes, of course I could." Luna Lei smiled seductively. "By becoming an Angel on the seductive woman path, I too could gain freedom.
Freedom?
There was no such thing as freedom. The Death Church and the Nether God’s Court were the same breed.
"Freedom is something no one else can give you; only you can give it to yourself."
