The Useless Extra Knows It All....But Does He? - Chapter 207

207: Chapter 207 – DISGUSTING!!

The desert wind howled, carrying with it the sting of dust and the bitter reek of corruption.

Each step sank into the scorching sand, leaving behind trails that the wind eagerly tried to erase.

At the head of the small group marched Big Bull, his hulking frame unshaken by the weight of heat or silence.

His heavy boots sank deep into the dunes, but his stride was steady, purposeful-like a beast that had chosen its prey.

Behind him, Eric’s voice broke the silence, cautious yet steady.

“Are you sure this is the correct plan?” Luca’s hand twitched against the hilt at his side.

His shoulders sagged with a sigh as his gaze shifted toward the woman walking with perfect composure beside him.

“Ask her, not me.” The Saintess did not flinch at the jab.

Instead, she lifted her chin with a radiant pride that seemed to shine even against the gloom of the corrupted desert.

Her lavender hair fluttered in the wind, her white robes unstained despite the sands.

“Believe me,” she said, her tone calm but brimming with certainty.

“This is the best plan.” Luca shook his head lightly, though his expression remained unreadable.

Best plan, huh?

He thought back to the moment where everyone was gathered.

He has asked everyone if there was something they had seen or heard that may have revealed the purpose of cultists visit, not everyone has the answer , but who did , they all pointed towards the saintess.

And all the clues, the hints , they confirmed this.

And yet… His gaze slid sideways toward her, her proud expression unwavering.

The plan she came up with… actually, it’s good.

Clever, even.

But why… Why does it feel off?

Why do I feel this weight in my chest?

His thoughts were cut short by Big Bull’s deep, rumbling voice.

The giant stopped suddenly, shoulders tensing, head tilting slightly as if sniffing the air.

“Brother,” he said, his tone low and grim.

“There.

Strong.

Not good.” All eyes turned toward him immediately.

Luca blinked, then exhaled slowly.

That ability of his… It’s sharp.

He can feel them, those bastards.

Even before we see them.

As for why they were here-Luca’s eyes narrowed.

Because of her plan.

Right under the enemy’s base.

Hide in their shadow where no one would expect.

Darkness beneath the lamp.

He forced a crooked smile.

Yeah, clever… but still, why do I hate this so much?

The Saintess, however, only beamed brighter as though the suffocating desert meant nothing to her.

She extended her handf toward the distance, her eyes glinting with a serene confidence.

“We’ve reached,” she declared.

“Now let’s go.

I’m telling you-this is the best plan anyone could have come up with.” Luca sighed, rubbing his forehead.

He had no choice but to follow.

Beside him, Eric leaned closer, his sharp eyes scanning Luca’s expression.

“You don’t look good,” he murmured.

Luca’s lips pressed into a thin line.

“…I feel something is not right here.” Eric’s brow lifted slightly.

“Then why did you agree to it?” Another sigh escaped Luca as his gaze shifted briefly toward the Saintess.

His voice was low, almost bitter.

“Because it’s her safety on the line.

And the plan isn’t bad.

Not at all.

It’s just that…” Eric finished the thought with a heavy tone.

“The Saintess can’t get harmed.

If that happens, the whole continent will be upside down.” Luca’s jaw clenched, but he nodded.

“…Exactly.” The group came to a halt behind a dune, the weight of the desert pressing down as if the air itself knew what was coming.

Behind the dune, the air itself felt wrong.

Thick with corruption, heavy and hot, it clung to their lungs like tar.

Luca’s breath caught when his eyes fell on the sight below-an open circle of bodies, a thousand cultists pressed shoulder to shoulder, their faces twisted with ecstasy and hunger.

They hissed, laughed, howled like beasts, some clawing bloody streaks down their own skin, others gnashing teeth as if they could taste what was happening at the center.

And in that center- A woman writhed, her body tangled with two men.

One broad-shouldered, gripping her with unrestrained hunger.

The other chained, but not resisting-his shackles rattling as he moved with the same madness, clinging to her with desperate need.

Their gasps, their laughter, their cries blended into something primal, something that had nothing of love or tenderness, only raw indulgence.

They didn’t hide it.

They reveled in being watched.

They wanted the thousand mad eyes drinking in their every motion.

The cultists were entranced.

Some chanted incoherent words, others clawed at the ground, and a few collapsed to their knees, trembling as though the corrupted energy itself seeped into their veins with every sound, every shiver from the center.

It wasn’t a ritual.

It was far worse-a celebration of depravity.

Luca’s body recoiled before his mind could process.

His stomach lurched.

He snapped his hand over the Saintess’s eyes, forcing her back against him so she wouldn’t see.

His chest hammered.

Eric stood stiff, jaw locked, eyes wide with a horror that Luca had never seen on him before.

He didn’t even blink, as though the shock had frozen him in place.

Luca turned away at last-too late.

His throat burned.

He dropped to his knees and vomited into the sand, bile scalding his mouth.

“Ahhh… just what… just what did I see…?” His voice trembled, broken between disgust and rage.

His face was pale, sweat running cold down his temples.

The cultists kept howling.

The three at the center kept moving.

The sound of it dug into Luca’s ears, refusing to leave, refusing to let him forget.

“Hey, what happened?

Why are you vomiting?

And why did you cover my eyes?” The Saintess’s voice was sharp, cutting through the heavy air.

Luca stayed kneeling on the sand, one hand clutching his stomach as he tried to steady his breaths.

His face was pale, sweat clinging to his brow.

Ahh, yuck… just what the hell was that?

he thought bitterly, bile still stinging the back of his throat.

I knew the cultists were disgusting, but this… this is on another level… “Hmph.” The Saintess crossed her arms, her expression a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

“Not telling me?

Then I’ll just look for myself.” Luca’s eyes snapped open wide.

In an instant he reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back sharply before she could rise.

His voice came out harsher than intended: “If you want to maintain your purity, don’t look there.” The Saintess froze.

Her eyes widened at him, her lips parting in surprise.

Slowly, color flushed her cheeks-deepening into a crimson that betrayed more than she wanted.

She pushed him away with sudden force, her words stumbling out.

“W-what are you saying, idiot?!” Luca didn’t even argue.

He forced himself to stand, wiping the back of his mouth with his sleeve.

His eyes turned to Eric.

The boy was still rooted to the spot, pupils dilated, his chest heaving shallowly as if the grotesque scene had shackled his mind.

“Eric?” Luca called softly.

No response.

He stepped closer.

“Eric!” Finally, Eric blinked, staggered backward, and with a sudden gag, he bent over and vomited into the sand.

His shoulders shook violently, tears glistening in his eyes as he gasped for air.

Luca reached to steady him, but Eric shoved a hand over his mouth, ashamed of the sound clawing out of his throat.

Meanwhile, Big Bull was unfazed by the horror.

His massive frame trembled with fury, his nostrils flaring like a beast’s, eyes bloodshot with the need to charge.

His voice rumbled low, primal, like the growl of some cornered monster.

“Not… good.

KILL.” He took a step forward, his foot sinking into the dune, ready to storm down upon the thousands.

Luca leapt in front of him, both palms pressing against his broad chest.

“No!

We can’t rush in like this, right?” he barked, forcing his tone steady though his stomach still twisted from before.

Big Bull’s jaw clenched.

His fists tightened.

For a long moment, it looked like he wouldn’t stop-but then his glare softened just slightly, his chest rising and falling in controlled breaths.

“Kill… later,” he growled, the fire still burning behind his eyes.

“Yeah,” Luca said, meeting his gaze firmly.

“We will.

But with a plan, okay?

Not like this.” The Saintess, who had been staring between them with her hands curled tightly against her robes, finally broke the silence.

Her voice was calm but edged with impatience.

“So what do you suggest now?” The question hung heavy in the desert air.

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