Chapter 641: Besieging Order

Chapter 641 Besieging Order

When the forbidden curse seal was applied to his own body, it was as if a pair of hands had appeared out of thin air;

One pinched the back of his neck, while the other pressed down on the back of his head, forcibly pushing him into the sea in a manner that completely disregarded his will.

He could see bubbles continuously floating up before him, and could also perceive that the light was receding from him; the endless darkness had already become his destined home.

If the perspective were stripped away from his own body and drawn back, Karen became smaller, and the sea became smaller too; outside the sea, where light and shadow rippled, an ancient desk appeared, with books and a quill pen resting upon it.

A colossal figure, like a mountain range, sat behind the desk, holding a pen in his hand, as if reading or writing;

Compared to him at this moment, Karen was as minutely small as a speck of dust.

In this era where the gods did not appear, even the most devout believer had already blurred their perception of God, and imagining through descriptions in mythological narratives always felt lacking a layer of reality.

A past sage of the Church of Principles had once left behind a popular science work, introducing to believers what kind of existence God actually was from a unique perspective, which included a description like this:

In the eyes of God, you can be a human; in your eyes, the other party is God; but when you detach from your own body and look at both God and yourself at the same time, you will suddenly not know who you are... no, what you are.

Later generations had made many interpretations of this passage, even breaking away from the categories of God and man to ascend to an ideological height.

Karen's state at this moment was, in fact, the best interpretation.

The darkness was rapidly invading, and the passage of time lost its significance of measurement at this moment; life no longer cared about any width or length, returning to the very initial point of a circle.

All changes ceased to exist, and any development fell into termination.

There was no death, yet it surpassed death.

A small piece of down feather, falling from an unknown pen, drifted and swayed, finally landing on top of Karen's head, as if to add the final period to this paragraph.

At this moment, Karen could be said to have already "died", lacking only one last breath, one last blink, one last sigh.

When the sealing reached its ultimate degree, Karen lost all rational control, and the hunger addiction that had always been hidden in the deepest part of his heart, constantly guarded against and suppressed, gained its final chance to breathe.

Originally, it would not have played any role; if changed to a forbidden curse of another church, or even a forbidden curse left behind by a branch god, even if this hunger addiction appeared, it would only have time to engage in a final, incompetent revelry before being completely sealed away along with Karen.

However, the forbidden curse that Molindi had sacrificed her life to urge the undead summon, Norton, to cast, essentially utilized the relationship between Norton and Tyranus, using a very clever method to lower the difficulty of performing this forbidden curse.

It was like holding out a hand to borrow something from someone; with a relationship and friendship, borrowing naturally became easier, and the interest cost would also be lower.

Yet, precisely, the problem appeared right here.

When Tyranus's forbidden curse sensed the aura of the "God of Order", what would he do?

This question could be examined in another way, for example:

When Alfred used the Succubus Eye on someone and suddenly discovered that this person was actually his own young master, what should he do?

Karen knew he had nothing to do with the God of Order; he had merely, under the premise of various coincidences, stepped onto the same path that the God of Order had walked back then.

Even if the God of Order had placed a wrong signpost for almost all believers during the "Divine Revelation" phase, Karen had still not been misled.

And because of this, the aura on him that resembled the God of Order was preserved.

It was like a person who loved to eat soybean paste and always carried a scent of soybean paste on him, causing neighbors and people around him to subconsciously think he had arrived whenever they smelled this scent.

If they could use their eyes to look closer, they would discover it was another person, but the problem lay in the fact that, in an era where gods did not appear, people qualified to "look" were so few as to be almost nonexistent; Kevin was an exception, so it had never "misunderstood" from the very beginning.

The fragment of Ankara back then, upon seeing Karen at first glance, had also mistakenly cried out "Papa", but looking a bit more, it realized something was wrong.

As for other people, they had never "seen" the God of Order at all, so they mistook this scent as exclusive to the God of Order.

Karen had once joked with Puer that his own situation was very much like the Emperor's New Clothes; he had specially told this parable to Puer for this reason, with the only difference being that this new clothing on him was worn inside out.

He knew he wasn't wearing it, but the people around who looked at him were, one by one, more firmly convinced than he was that he was wearing it.

Karen was not averse to this, because it was undeniable that this "New Clothes of the God of Order" had indeed brought him quite a few benefits.

Just like now, the original curtain call, because of the aura urged down by the hunger addiction, caused the residual mental imprint of Tyranus above this forbidden curse—which could almost be described as negligible—to instantly tremble.

Ranedal, who had once been the white glove of the God of Order, when facing the hunger aura suddenly revealed by the God of Order, was immediately frightened into prostrating on the ground and trembling, forming a psychological shadow;

And Tyranus, as one of the four retainers of the God of Order, could not possibly be unfamiliar with this aura; in fact, he would be even more terrified and reverent than Ranedal.

Completely controlled by the hunger addiction, Karen opened his eyes; his gaze seemed to have penetrated any membrane, reaching straight to the core of this forbidden curse, issuing an interrogation that wasn't even words, but merely a single syllable:

"Hmm?"

In an instant, the seal that was just a final bit away from being thoroughly realized began to disintegrate.

Previously it had surged like a tide; now, it retreated like a defeated dog.

In the hazy distance, the figure that had originally sat behind the desk turned into a kneeling prostration.

Tyranus had created the Church of Order for the God of Order; in the current mythological narratives of the Church of Order, he was the symbol of wisdom and loyalty, and at this moment, he was issuing the most devout confession:

"God, I am guilty."

Karen paid no heed, but opened his eyes.

In reality, he was still standing within the flat layer of the karst cave, beneath his feet a heart completely shriveled and devoid of vitality.

"Ugh... ugh..."

From his throat, sounds resembling a wild beast began to continuously emit, and within his eyes, the deep black that had originally spun frantically revealed a blood-red tint.

His hands forced open, and along with Molindi's death, the sealing formation that was already powerless to support directly shattered, and Karen harvested his freedom.

He lowered his head, looking downward, completing a final eye contact with Molindi.

With shock in her eyes... Molindi died.

She did not even have time to think about what the image she saw in her last glance actually meant, but her shriveled arm trembled slightly at the moment of death; this subtle movement spoke of her final urgency and longing.

That was what she, in this lifetime, had wanted to grasp... unfortunately, she no longer had the chance.

Little Canna had already changed back into the form of a little girl; the spider woman who had previously been at a stalemate with her had already turned into flying ash and scattered along with Molindi's death.

However, when Little Canna's gaze looked toward the escaped Karen, she suddenly became serious, placing her hands in front of her, ready at any time to transform into a dragon again.

Because on Karen's body now, there was an aura that made her very uncomfortable; she did not have too many thoughts, and her greatest obsession probably originated from that streak of frantic tenacity in the bones of the Rebellious Dragon God.

God was the existence that that Dragon God despised the most.

Clearly, it was the God of Order who had "awakened" the Rebellious Dragon God, but there was no separate record of the matters between the God of Order and the Rebellious Dragon God in the mythological narratives of the "Light of Order"; there must be a reason inside, the most likely being that that Rebellious Dragon God and the God of Order... fell out.

Karen's gaze first fell upon Neo; Neo also looked at Karen, originally thinking Karen was gone, but now, Karen had escaped again, though he could also see what kind of change had occurred to Karen's body;

That hunger addiction that had always troubled Karen had broken out, and this time, the eruption was exceptionally thorough; Karen seemed to have lost subjective control over it.

What Neo could do now was only to blink continuously, but he also knew very well that this could not play any role at all.

However, when Karen's gaze moved away from him, a long sigh of relief also rose in Neo's heart.

Neo knew that his current state could no longer be counted as food, and this also made "Karen" lose interest in him.

He was... hunting!

For a moment, a sense of loss actually arose in Neo's heart.

Last time, because he had inhaled a breath from the god-making vat of the Church of Principles and lost himself, Karen had, in the name of "saving" him, fiercely opened several holes in his body, mocking him as he lay on the hospital bed that he could only serve as a showerhead, and he couldn't even curse back.

This time Karen was lost; it should have been a perfectly legitimate opportunity to strike and beat him up, but unfortunately, he didn't have this ability right now; it really was a great pity.

Karen continued to move his gaze; Filomena lay on the ground, critically injured and dying, and he shook his head.

Ventura lay on the ground, his back covered in blood, already fallen into a coma, and he also shook his head.

Dying food not only lost its nutrition but was also no longer fresh, ruining the taste, which was not to his liking.

Then, Karen looked ahead toward Alfred, who was slowly crawling to his feet. Alfred’s face had taken a heavy blow from a knee and was now covered in blood, but he was undoubtedly the one in the best condition among them.

He lifted his head, looked at Karen, and shock filled his eyes:

"Young Master..."

Ultimately, Karen shifted his gaze once more, letting it fall upon young Kanna. This bone dragon was the one that best suited his current needs.

Sensing Karen's scarcely concealed murderous intent, little Kanna immediately assumed a defensive posture.

But Karen merely raised his palm, and the Master-Servant Covenant manifested.

Upon seeing this covenant, young Kanna’s eyes widened instantly, her face flushed with incomprehension, loss, grievance, and rage.

Alfred spoke up: "Young Master, you cannot do this. She is someone you recognized as sharing the same convictions."

Ignoring Alfred's words, Karen activated the covenant. Little Kanna instantly collapsed to her knees, stripped of all ability to resist, yet her neck remained stiffly upright as she glared at Karen with furious eyes.

She had originally chosen to believe in him, to believe in the resonance of that moment. Yet the man who had once trodden upon the head of a god right before her eyes now exuded an aura that disgusted her, utterly betraying their promise.

Karen’s body floated up, descending toward Kanna.

But at that moment, Alfred’s figure interposed itself between them. He said in a deep voice:

"Young Master, you cannot do this. Please wake up."

Karen reached out, and a thick Chain of Order flew forth, wrapping directly around Alfred's neck and lifting him into the air.

Alfred did not struggle. His blood-soaked face maintained its pleading declaration:

"Young Master, please wake up. I do not wish to see you full of regret afterward."

The Chain of Order tightened relentlessly. Alfred’s mouth began to gape, and he let out a low shout:

"Thousand Charms! If you do not strike now, once the Young Master regains his senses, I will surely advise him to obliterate you!"

In an instant, a pair of black wings unfurled, then slammed forward violently, enveloping Karen.

With a resonant clang, a black sphere appeared upon the ground.

Thousand Charms had initially preferred not to stir up trouble; it would have much rather remained invisible. But the moment Alfred uttered those words, it knew it could no longer play dumb.

However, accompanied by a succession of sharp, crunching cracks, the wings were slowly forced back open. Thousand Charms lost control over them. Karen clenched his right fist, and the earthworm-like Thousand Charms was tightly gripped there.

Thousand Charms began to struggle, frantically begging for mercy.

The crimson hue in Karen’s eyes was steadily expanding. This meant that the effect of the hunger addiction, far from diminishing, was growing increasingly extreme due to the continuous stimulation.

He lowered his head and opened his mouth, preparing to pop Thousand Charms inside to first eliminate this disobedient little thing.

"Woof!"

Just then, a dog's bark rang out. Kevin pounced through the air in a desperate leap, his canine jaws clamping directly onto Karen’s wrist. Because the momentum was too fierce and Karen’s wrist possessed immense strength, the dog's body used Karen's wrist as a horizontal bar, flipping a full three rotations.

Kevin hardened his heart, overcoming his inner dread, and sank his teeth into Karen’s wrist. It penetrated only a tiny fraction, but at this moment, he began his backstab—he was going to contest control of his body once again!

This was a suicidal backstab, for success was fundamentally impossible. Had Karen been gravely injured or his soul withered, there might have been a sliver of a chance; but right now, though Karen's consciousness was dominated by the hunger addiction, his physical condition was not poor.

Yet, all Kevin wanted was to stimulate Karen’s deeper consciousness through this very action.

A cluster of blue runes rippled out from the dog's mouth, striking into Karen's body.

The next moment, a large Golden Retriever appeared within a pitch-black space of soul consciousness.

This body of Karen's had been modified by him. Although Karen had subsequently undergone several other fusions and alterations, the foundation at least remained largely unchanged. Armed with the original blueprints, Kevin could naturally enter with ease.

Getting in was one thing, but once inside, it yielded little meaning, which was why Kevin had never launched another battle for body control.

As Karen grew stronger and stronger, the things standing in the depths of his soul multiplied. For his current, weakened self to rush in offered absolutely zero chance.

Otherwise, if he wanted to pull off a sneak attack, it would be all too convenient. After all, he had a dog bed right in the master bedroom; wouldn't it be simple to bite him while Karen slept?

Kevin looked back and saw Karen floating behind him. All around, Chains of Order were continuously appearing, preparing to bind him.

Though he was very weak now, he was still an evil god after all, which meant he was a true delicacy to the hunger-addicted Karen.

Seeing this, Kevin barked frantically at the top of his lungs while running forward without pause.

Karen pursued from behind, steadily compressing Kevin’s range of movement.

This appeared to be a deliberate teasing of his prey, but in truth, out on the outside earlier, while Karen's actions had been resolute, his pace had always been sluggish

"Woof!" (Everyone, let us charge together!)

"Woof!"

(Beat this order to a pulp!)