Chapter 470: Yet Another Bug Found

Chu He watched Moria walk out from the shadows, stunned for a moment, and then burst into curses.

"Shameless!"

"As the head of the dignified Eternal Night Guild, you're actually eavesdropping on our conversation!"

Moria's expression remained unchanged as the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

He walked to the center of the cell and looked down at the three of them from above.

"What on earth is the purpose of your Dawnbreaker Guild recklessly recruiting top Professionals from various countries?"

Chu He acted as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Do you think we would tell you?"

In the corner, Mo Hen, who had been silent all along, raised their head, a trace of mockery flashing in their eyes.

Zhou Huai controlled Moria and nodded.

"It seems there is nothing left to talk about."

He didn't waste any more words and simply patted his hands lightly.

The iron door of the basement was opened once again.

Several members of the Eternal Night Guild walked in and respectfully knelt on one knee toward Moria.

"My Lord."

"Leave it to you," Moria said indifferently, "I need them to cooperate well with my interrogation."

"Understood."

The guild members got up, turned to Chu He and Mo Hen on the ground, and ferocious smiles appeared on their faces.

"We will definitely treat these two guests well."

The torture began.

The first day.

With every fall of the rune-branded Soul whip, a wisp of smoke rose as the Soul was burned.

Chu He's curses, which were full of vigor at the beginning, gradually grew hoarse.

Mo Hen bit their lips tightly without uttering a word, their delicate face already distorted by the excruciating pain.

Luo Ming, curled up in the corner, covered his ears tightly with both hands, yet he still couldn't block out those shrill screams and the smell of charred flesh.

The second day.

Ice needles refined from deep-sea cold iron pierced into their mental seas one by one.

That was not physical pain, but the torture of the Soul being frozen and torn apart alive.

Chu He could no longer curse and could only emit low, beast-like roars.

Mo Hen's body trembled violently, and their face was as pale as paper, but those eyes still glared fixedly at the executioners, filled with unyielding hatred.

The third day.

Chu He and Mo Hen were tortured beyond human recognition and hung on the wall on the verge of death.

Yet they still didn't spit out a single word.

Their willpower was terrifyingly firm.

However, Luo Ming, who was a bystander, went mad a step earlier.

Watching those two people, who were battered and bloody yet still had frighteningly bright eyes, he only felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet straight to his skull.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"Ah——!!!"

Luo Ming let out a scream, scrambled up from the ground, rushed to the iron door like a madman, and smashed his head against it frantically.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

"I want to see your Lord! I want to see the Lord of your Eternal Night Guild!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull sounds of impact echoed in the basement.

The guards outside the door remained indifferent as if they hadn't heard anything.

I don't know how much time had passed, but Luo Ming's forehead was already a bloody mess, and his voice had grown hoarse.

"Creeak——"

The heavy iron door slowly opened.

A slender figure stood in the doorway, against the light.

It was still that man with long silver hair and a handsome face.

As if seeing a savior, Luo Ming tumbled and crawled over, hugging Moria's lower leg.

"My Lord! I beg you! I beg you, let me go!"

"I really can't take it anymore, this is too torturous for me!!"

Moria lowered his head and looked at the man at his feet, whose face was streaked with tears and snot and whose psyche had completely collapsed, his voice calm.

"Do you still remember what I said?"

Luo Ming's body stiffened.

"You know too many of my secrets, so letting you go is impossible."

"Unless… you serve me."

Luo Ming grabbed onto it like a drowning man clutching his last straw.

Without the slightest hesitation, he knocked his head heavily towards Moria.

The fresh blood from his forehead stained the cold ground red.

"I'm willing! I'm willing to serve you!"

"I beg you! As long as I can leave this place, I am willing to do anything!"

"I am willing to become your servant! Please accept me!"

Moria looked at him, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

He raised his hand, and a thick mass of black Qi condensed at his fingertips.

That black Qi transformed into a bizarre rune and gently imprinted itself on the center of Luo Ming's brows.

"Starting today, you are my Demon Slave."

Luo Ming only felt a cold power surge into his mind, and an indelible mark seemed to be branded deep within his Soul.

His fear of the man in front of him instantly turned into fanatical worship and absolute loyalty.

"As you command, my master!"

Luo Ming kowtowed again, his posture humble to the extreme.

Zhou Huai felt the connection transmitted from the contract, feeling quite satisfied in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Chu He and Mo Hen on the wall, who had already fallen into a semi-comatose state.

He suddenly wanted to give it a try.

Zhou Huai controlled Moria and walked up to Chu He.

He raised his hand and pressed the same Demon Lord Contract toward Chu He's forehead.

Just at the moment when the black rune was about to touch his skin,

Chu He, who had already passed out, suddenly trembled violently!

Those eyes of his, smeared with blood, abruptly opened!

Deep within his eyes was undisguised, bone-deep hatred and defiance!

"Get lost!"

A hoarse roar squeezed out from his throat.

A lingering power erupted from within his body, actually shattering that contract rune forcefully.

Zhou Huai felt a slight stir in his heart.

He walked up to Mo Hen again and made the same attempt.

The result was identical.

Even when completely exhausted, the willpower of these two people was still as tough as a stubborn rock.

They would never submit.

Zhou Huai couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

The willpower of these crazy people was truly terrifyingly firm.

And he didn't know what kind of bewitching soup that Mr. Duan had given them to drink.

The brainwashing was so successful.

If he could make them serve him, they could definitely become a huge help in the future.

Unfortunately, for now, it should be impossible.

Unless… he could forcibly change their consciousness.

Thinking of this, Zhou Huai suddenly thought of something.

Wait a minute!

Change consciousness?

Caesar's Parasite!

Can't that thing change other people's consciousness?

Although it's only preliminary control, if it's under the premise that the other party is parasitized by the Alien Parasite, and then the Demon Lord Contract is signed, would it go much smoother?

Zhou Huai felt as if he had found another bug.

After the matters in Sakura Country were over, he had to let Caesar and Moria join forces and give it a try.

If it could really succeed…

The corners of Zhou Huai's mouth split open into a cold arc.

In the future, he would specifically target members of the Dawnbreaker Guild.

They recruited top Professionals all over the world.

And he only needed to recruit Professionals of their Dawnbreaker Guild.

Perfect.

Right at this moment, the System prompt tone rang in Zhou Huai's mind without any warning.

[ Your Demon Slave Nakamura Shinichiro has an important matter to report. ]

[ Do you want to take over the body of the Clone 'Caesar'? ]

Zhou Huai's gaze turned serious.

Nakamura Shinichiro contacting him at this time mostly meant that the Omiya Family or Kujo Family had finally taken action.

He closed his eyes.

His consciousness instantly crossed tens of thousands of miles and descended into that body located in Tokyo, Sakura Country.

…

In a luxurious Japanese-style residence within the Omiya Family villa area,

"Caesar", who had originally been blank-eyed and quietly sitting on the tatami, had a flash of sharp light in his eyes.

Nakamura Shinichiro, who was sitting upright and squarely opposite him, trembled fiercely and immediately felt this familiar yet trembling-inducing aura.

It was the Lord.

The Lord had descended.

Daring not to show the slightest negligence, he quickly bowed deeply, his forehead almost sticking to the ground.

"Greetings, my Lord!"

Zhou Huai controlled Caesar, picked up the warm tea in front of him, and took a gentle sip.

He didn't speak, just signaling with his eyes.

Nakamura Shinichiro immediately understood and began to report.

"My Lord, the Kujo Family is about to make a move."

"Tomorrow!"