I Have a Sailing Game

Chapter 516 - 302: Please Allow Me to Kiss the Back of Your Foot (Triple Release)

Rustle, rustle...

At this moment, the Desire Curse emanates streams of energy built from fear, converging within the Black Tide.

All of these will contribute to Heisatan’s demigod ascension ritual.

The reason why Rogel goes to this trouble is precisely for this purpose.

The fear of a Divine Favor can provide significant assistance to the ritual.

Tap, tap...

Footsteps reach the ears of the Desire Curse.

At this moment, it has no other thoughts, filled only with fear and the instinct to survive.

Are they planning to kill me?

No! I don’t want to die! I’m a Divine Favor, the existence that wields the Disease of Excessive Desire, I mustn’t die!

Thinking of this, it grits its teeth, forcibly enduring the crippling pain.

"Surrender! I surrender!!!"

"Great Master of the Black Tide, I surrender to you!"

"Please grant me a chance to live, I am willing to forsake the Kizi God and become your loyal servant!"

The Desire Curse shouts with all its strength, humbly pleading.

At this moment, it no longer has the early confidence and arrogance of a Divine Favor.

If this terrifying force grows stronger, its entire body will be crushed into pieces!

Seeing this, Sharo’s eyelids droop.

This guy is not only ugly but also a fence-sitter who shifts with the wind.

"I beseech your mercy, willing to become your stepping stone, to serve by your side!"

The Desire Curse’s words are extremely flattering, its fear long overshadowing that sliver of shame.

It only wants to live!

At this moment, some of the Kizi believers in the distance who have not been completely annihilated also notice this scene.

This leaves them shocked beyond belief, dumbfounded.

"A Divine Favor... is pleading with the Black Tide’s heretic..."

They cannot believe it.

Yet some quickly react, beginning to shout: "I surrender! I surrender too! Great Master of the Black Tide, I, I beseech your mercy!"

This voice seemingly carries strong infectious power, as they one after another prostrate themselves on the ground, full of survival instinct.

Seeing this.

Far on the Gelin ship, Rogel’s body also retracts its hand from Doyle’s shoulder.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

Doyle shrugs, truthfully he is still somewhat curious about whom Rogel used his Tier’s power to intimidate.

But Rogel currently has no time to explain, there are other matters he must address.

"..."

The Desire Curse feels the pressure on its body suddenly ease, a burst of joy immediately filling its heart.

I’ve survived!

Indescribable joy fills its heart.

Just as it attempts to rise, it’s stimulated by the pain from its body.

Most of its body has been crushed into pieces, with blood continuously flowing into the ocean.

It can only endure the pain, humbly looking at the pair of black leather boots in front, certain thoughts emerge in its mind, cautiously speaking.

"Master of the Black Tide, would you permit your lowly servant to lightly kiss your boots to express respect..."

In its view, this signifies its low stance and complete submission.

After all, in numerous human kingdoms, such extreme humiliation is only applicable between master and servant.

But, what sort of creature is the Desire Curse?

Disease of Excessive Desire.

Desire is deeply rooted in its heart.

In other words, without the pressure from a demigod’s Tier, its cunning thoughts arise once more.

Using my filthy mouth to kiss and defile these beautiful boots... what a marvelous thing!

Moreover, it won’t be detected, just the thought excites!

But it forgets.

This is not the domain of the Kizi Church, nor the atmosphere of ordinary human kingdoms.

Sharo’s face turns cold.

Rogel now is merely a shadowy form, without any physical legs, let alone boots.

Thus, the boots in front of the Desire Curse belong solely to her.

"Heh..."

Rogel can’t help but chuckle, glancing at Sharo, playfully saying.

"Bishop Sharo, it’s asking you for a reward."