CHAPTER 378: 261 THE COWARD AND THREE BENEFITS (4K)

Desecration ritual?

Want to defile my purity as well!?

Herbert had been immersed in Svanni’s narration, but upon hearing the key words, he snapped out of it and became alert.

Huh?

This... this, can this be spoken of?

Is it this intense!!?

"You mean, uh, you’re saying... she’s going to defile me?"

Herbert’s expression was quite subtle, filled with images that couldn’t pass censorship.

Intense indeed!

"No, what I’m referring to as a desecration ritual might be a bit different from what you’re thinking."

Svanni saw immediately what Herbert imagined, shook her head, and said, "The true Fallen ritual is much scarier, much more degenerate, and much more frenzied."

"Generally, she’ll easily break the arms of the sacrifice, cut off his toes, then mince them into meat paste and forcibly make him eat it..."

"During this process, Stella won’t let the sacrifice shut his mouth, instead allowing him to scream wildly, savoring their wails and curses."

"She’ll personally extract the sacrifice’s heart without directly killing him, but will replace it with a Demon’s heart, desecrating the purity of his bloodline."

"Sometimes, she’ll even compel mating with creatures of other races, using special means to catalyze, forcing the sacrifice to swiftly birth a corrupted lineage."

"... Ultimately, at the end of the ritual, Stella will offer the sacrifice’s soul to the God of Sinful Desire."

"And once the soul is handed over to Him, haha."

Svanni paused, shook her head, and said, "What the outcome would be, I suppose there’s no need for me to say?"

What good outcome could there be in the hands of the Evil God?

Especially the most Fallen, most twisted hand among them.

Neither able to live nor die.

Under such circumstances, perhaps death is the true relief—though that might hardly be achievable.

As Svanni narrated these skin-crawling acts of cruelty, her expression remained unchanged.

She didn’t deliberately dramatize the terror; she didn’t exaggerate, she merely recounted the events of the past.

In Stella’s straightforward narration, her dear sister Stella truly was an authentic old Dark Territory Elf.

Her mastery of desecration techniques was indeed very authentic!

"Herbert, you understand, I’m telling you this not to threaten you, but merely to give you a heads up."

Svanni earnestly fixed her gaze on Herbert, slowly saying, "Do you understand my meaning?"

"In my memory, Stella hadn’t yet become a Devotee of Sinful Desire, and now... She must be far more insane than you can imagine."

In the past, Stella was already a murderer rampant and bloodthirsty.

Now, with further augmentation by the God of Sinful Desire, no one knows how terrifying and perverse she could become.

"Hmm, I understand."

Herbert obviously had figured this out, his expression turned solemn, he nodded seriously, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, this is terrifying."

And as Svanni slowly nodded, he continued to ask, "So... what does this have to do with me? When will she come looking for me then?"

"..."

Seeing Herbert’s attitude, Svanni’s mouth twitched, and she sighed helplessly, "You really still don’t want to believe me, if that’s the case, then why did you say you wanted to be close friends with me?"

"No, you’re mistaken."

Herbert adjusted his posture on the sofa, comfortably leaning his upper body against the backrest, and said casually:

"I believe, I believe every word you said, including Stella’s impression in your heart, I also presume that is her true self."

In Herbert’s mind, Stella’s image was temporarily defined as a bloodthirsty, sadistic pervert.

"However, even if all those are true, so what?"

Herbert spread his hands, motioning her to look around, raising his eyebrows and saying, "Don’t forget what place this is."

Thud, thud, thud.

He gently tapped his long fingers on the vines, his expression quite playful.

"This is the Mist Monastery, the seclusion of the Saint."

"Stella is indeed mad enough, but I don’t think she’d be mad to this extent."

From Svanni’s narration, Stella is indeed mad enough, but her madness hasn’t entirely lost reason.

In this world, there is a category of people called madmen, monsters, perverts... marginalized by others.

But among them, few are truly mad.

The rest mostly exploit the title, leveraging the label and disguise of a ’madman’ for personal gain.

Despite the madness being their regular display, the perversion being their noticeable trait.

But in reality, those guys likely aren’t foolish enough to sacrifice their lives meaninglessly.

Their consistent purpose in their behavior is to bully the weak, to flaunt their power in front of the helpless, to act recklessly, showcasing their madness.

However, when truly confronting those with great strength, they become the most rational.

Their arrogance and whims instantly retract, becoming cautious and careful.

Such stark contrast is because they deeply understand the consequences of provoking the powerful.

The Hero becomes angry, drawing the blade towards the stronger.

The coward becomes angry but draws the blade towards the weaker.

Those who feign madness to disguise themselves undeniably are the true cowards.

Seemingly mad, but cowardly at heart.

In Herbert’s view, Stella is just such a typical case.

If she were truly mad, she couldn’t possibly have become a Devotee of the God of Sinful Desire, nor would she have allowed those Dark Elves to escape.