The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 465 Now, you just die.

"Don't expose yourselves too much, always stay on the defensive," Qingyi commanded his wives, his fingers tightening around the hilt of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

Although he hesitated for a moment, he knew the best course of action would be to immediately transport them into the Mind World and settle this conflict alone.

Beside him, Lucien lunged forward, his sword whistling toward the man with a speed that surpassed the limits of mortal vision.

The man took a single, deliberate step.

With a wet crack, the final three cables anchoring his body to the blood reservoir snapped away from his spine, hitting the floor while leaking crimson fluid incessantly.

As the man’s feet touched the golden tiles, the dark apertures in his back began to seal shut.

He raised his right hand with a motion that seemed comically sluggish.

Despite the slow pace, the pressure was absolute.

Lucien, standing only a few feet away, had no time to defend himself. His head snapped back so violently it nearly tore from his neck, a bright red welt blooming across his face.

Lucien’s vision blurred as he felt himself being slammed into the stone, an agonizing pain radiating through his spine and neck.

To him, the ordeal felt like it lasted for several seconds, but in reality, it was over in the blink of an eye—a mere flick of the wrist.

A full second passed before the delayed shockwave hit, tossing the man's long white hair into the air.

His blood-red gaze scanned the group. Despite his age, his face remained handsome and virile, now wearing a faint, gentle smile.

"Hm... I see I have been graced by many wonderful and unexpected guests... their souls will serve me well!"

"Retreat now!" Qingyi bellowed, preparing to shift them into the Mind World.

He had previously gifted them artifacts designed for instantaneous transport, yet he refused to rely solely on those items now.

Regrettably, he was a moment too late.

In the time it takes to draw a breath, the demonic cultist had closed the distance, his fist flying toward Qingyi’s face.

Gritting his teeth, the handsome youth instantly summoned the Flames of Primordial Chaos.

Holding back was no longer an option.

The attacker’s eyes, once filled with cold amusement, suddenly widened as his momentum vanished instantly.

He attempted to recoil, but the gray embers had already latched onto his right arm.

With a grimace of agony, he manifested a blade of Qi with his left hand and hacked off his own limb, just as Qingyi’s kick slammed into his midsection.

Sizzling blood splattered the floor as the man was sent reeling back dozens of paces, the air forced from his lungs by the impact of the strike.

"Ugh... boy, you carry something truly profane within you, don't you? Hahaha." The man chuckled, gesturing with his stump. In an instant, a new arm sprouted to replace the lost one. "We should be allies, not enemies, you know?"

Qingyi parted his lips to speak, stunned by the demonic man’s terrifying regenerative speed.

But before he could utter a word, Celestia let out a roar from his side. "Hubby has nothing profane about him, and he would never join forces with a demon like you! Because he is the prophesied hero of Auranys, Goddess of Light and—"

Her sentence was cut short by a sharp cry as she was forcibly pulled into the Mind World.

Sapphire and Aeryn attempted to object. Both were capable fighters and didn't wish to hide like the defenseless Celestia.

However, they had witnessed how effortlessly Lucien was neutralized. Even though Qingyi had repelled the last attack, he could not afford to fight at full strength while protecting them.

"Hm..." The demonic man spat a glob of blood, feeling the lingering burn in his gut from Qingyi’s kick.

That strike had actually caused him genuine pain.

"You know... you keep surprising me. You even possess a Mind World?"

A shiver ran down Qingyi’s spine. How could this man recognize a Mind World? Was he perhaps a denizen of the Celestial Heaven?

"Bedding the three heroines chosen by Auranys’s church and then stashing them in a Mind World...

Originally, I intended to harvest all your souls to facilitate the birth of a vessel for my Lord. I might have to drag them out of that space to use them, but perhaps your soul alone will suffice, hahaha."

Qingyi blocked out the man’s deranged rambling, focusing only on the critical information.

"And are you going to identify this Lord?" he asked, his gaze toward the demonic man turning icy.

It was as he suspected; there was a deeper plot at play.

The enemy hadn't just known the five heroes were coming; they had purposefully made themselves vulnerable to lure them into this confrontation.

There was a mole within the church—someone with immense power serving this mysterious "Lord."

If Qingyi hadn't been present, everyone would have surely perished.

Who was the traitor? Could it be the bishop who had rushed their departure?

That haste was certainly questionable, though Qingyi couldn't be certain yet.

"Oh... you will learn his name. You will know it the moment your soul is devoured by him, when you finally have the honor of joining something greater than your miserable, small existence. The chance to serve a higher power!"

The man spread his arms wide, his voice dripping with fanatical zeal.

Then, he fell silent, his eyes locking onto Qingyi with a cruel, murderous light.

"But not yet. For now, you simply die."

Unbeknownst to them, another was listening to every word.

Qingyi didn't care about Lucien’s fate at that moment, focusing entirely on the threat ahead.

But Lucien had heard everything—especially Celestia’s declaration before her disappearance. "Qingyi was the prophesied hero for Auranys..." The words echoed in Lucien’s mind like a curse.

WHAT THE HELL DID THAT WOMAN MEAN BY THAT?

He was the chosen hero, not Qingyi. He had known this since the very day he arrived in this world.

It was written on his Status Screen. How could the System be wrong?

It was impossible; it had to be impossible!

Lucien gnashed his teeth, his heart becoming a cauldron of unsullied rage and jealousy.