Chapter 652 Cup

"Could it be the legendary [Ring of Truth] that can give the Marquis the confidence to compete with the Duke?"

Hearing this, a representative of the kingdom wearing a scarlet mask spoke with some doubt in the chaotic hall.

"Ring of Truth?"

Looking at the person asking the question, the Marquis's envoy slowly shook his head.

"The specific name of the force is not convenient to disclose publicly for the time being, but I can assure you that the force cooperating with us will only be stronger than the Ring of Truth!"

Hearing this, almost everyone's eyes showed doubt, only Avis nodded in agreement.

Indeed, in terms of hard power, the Ring of Truth is not that strong.

"Don't believe it? Well, in order to dispel your doubts, we have specially prepared means to prove it."

Having anticipated everyone's reaction, the envoy smiled and suddenly took off the half-black and half-silver mask on his face.

As he moved, everyone could clearly see that a large number of extremely complex magic patterns were densely covered behind the mask, which seemed to be some kind of powerful sealing measure.

When the mask was taken off, an extremely strange and powerful aura suddenly emanated from the body of the messenger.

Under the horrified gaze of the crowd, the messenger suddenly inserted his right hand deep into his face, as if taking an item out of a locker, and slowly pulled out a slightly illusory red cup from it.

When the cup appeared, a strange feeling of restlessness and boiling instantly filled the entire banquet hall.

The melody of the music became crazy, the air was stained with a layer of light crimson, a faint sweet and bloody smell permeated the environment, and the whisper of temptation sounded from the bottom of everyone's heart.

The faces of the people on the stage gradually became distorted, they twisted their bodies crazily, and at the same time grabbed their own and others' limbs with force, pulling out bloody traces.

But they seemed to have no feeling about it. Under the multiple effects of the magic potion and the aura of the red cup, even the pain became an extreme pleasure.

The representatives of many forces who were close at hand were also shocked by this change, and then inevitably affected by the strange cup.

The breath became turbid and heavy, and the eyes were faintly scarlet, as if they would turn into a beast in the next moment and join the crowd of beasts on the stage.

Only the deputy leader of [Spark], Shute, opened the mental shield in time to protect the three weaker people behind him from negative effects.

At the same time, Avis, who was watching, suddenly felt that there seemed to be a source of absorbing the power of desire again in the field. There was something unknown, just like the center of a vortex, pulling the power of desire in the whole field.

Compared with his seed of desire, which was still in its infancy, this cup's ability to control the power of desire was obviously much stronger. The difference in the size of the suction between the two was almost equivalent to the difference between a bathroom floor drain and a sewer.

As the power of desire continued to flow in, a dazzling liquid like a ruby ​​suddenly began to condense from the bottom of the cup. It was the crystallization of the power of desire with an extremely amazing concentration.

When Avis discovered all this, the messenger also turned his head instantly and looked in his direction with a wooden expression. That look was completely unlike that of a living person, as if some higher-level existence was looking at Avis through his body.

In this look, Avis suddenly felt that the desire in his heart began to grow wildly and uncontrollably.

But in the next moment, the seeds of desire in his spiritual space began to rotate on their own, absorbing and eliminating all these weed-like desires.

Noticing this situation, the 'messenger' raised his hand slightly with an expressionless face, pointing in the direction of Avis, as if to make some kind of attack.

However, just as Avis was about to meet this sudden battle, the mask in the messenger's hand suddenly floated up automatically, and then, as if it was some kind of pre-set program, it quickly re-clasped the messenger's face.

The next moment, the messenger's eyes regained clarity. He looked in the direction of Avis with some fear, then put down his hand and nodded in the direction of Avis, indicating that he had no hostility.

At this time, the liquid in the cup was already half full, and the scarlet cup body became more vivid. If you stare at it for a little longer, it will give you a sense of evil as if it were a living thing.

As the messenger took back the cup, the fanatical atmosphere that had just formed in the venue began to slowly fade away and return to its original state.

Only the faint bloody smell in the air still reminded them of the strange scene that had just happened here.

"That cup... What an evil and terrifying power..."

Staring blankly at the various decadent scenes around them, even though they were protected by Shuster, Alyssa, Roche and Matt were still pale, and they were a little nauseous because of the rich and sweet bloody smell in the air.

However, Shuster himself did not react much, but just frowned slightly because of the influence of the power of the cup.

"How is it, everyone, do you feel the great power of the gods?"

As the shadow of the cup returned to his body, the messenger opened his hands and looked at the representatives of the forces who had just woken up from a dream.

At this moment, his own strength level has risen significantly. Originally he was only a seventh-level cultivator, but now, his aura has risen to a level that even Xu Te can hardly see through.

"I have done so much, I just want to tell you that, unlike the false gods of the church, there are real gods standing behind us.

Don't be afraid, don't doubt, in this war, we will definitely win the final victory! As long as you join our camp, you will also have the hope of obtaining this great power!"

"If any force is willing to join our camp, you can leave your mark on this alliance contract now.

The Marquis will pay a price that satisfies you. In addition, the earlier you join us, the more rewards you can get."

As he said, the messenger took out a strange scarlet magic contract, the surface of the paper seemed to be flowing with blood, but it turned into gas at the moment of dripping and re-integrated into the contract.

Looking at the messenger with an excited tone, everyone's eyes flickered.

They did see the weird improvement of the messenger's strength. If the Marquis had such power, then the result of this war would be really hard to say.

After a moment of silence, representatives of several small and medium-sized kingdoms of the Federation and some small nobles of the Glory Alliance chose to sign the magic agreement with the envoy.

They were the first group of people who dared to try it out, and they were also the pathfinders for other top forces in the Federation. If there were really no problems, more major forces in the Federation would quickly follow up like sharks smelling blood.

After carefully reading the contents of the agreement, Shute also chose to sign the contract.

Although it looked evil on the outside, there were no loopholes in the contract and few restrictions. It only required them not to attack the forces of the marquises and their allies, and not to help the camps of the four major families of the empire in any way.

This contract was a special insurance, specifically used to avoid ordinary prophecy school spells.

Prophecy magic was not omnipotent. If it involved those special powers of extremely high status, it would also be easy to be confused.