Chapter 387: This is not the what I'm expecting to see
Inside the underground space of a safe house.
Fang Mo finally got his wish to see the legendary Devil.
Unfortunately, it was not quite what he had imagined. The Sex Devil was not the otherworldly succubus he had envisioned, nor was it the lascivious great Devil from the world of Warhammer.
This creature exuded a kind of madness and bizarreness that is unique to the world of vine-based trees.
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It was a metal cage large enough to fit an elephant, exceptionally sturdy and heavy, imprisoning a large mass of sticky substance that was indiscernible in shape.
Upon closer inspection, Fang Mo realized it seemed to be a mass of flesh.
But although it was flesh, it did not look bloody.
Despite appearing to be composed of a large number of organs, tumors, intestines, and soft muscles of unclear purpose, it did not bleed outwardly. Therefore, it looked tender and was covered with a layer of shiny mucus.
"This...?"
Fang Mo stared at the mass of flesh in front of him for a long time, then turned his head to the shore: "Is this the Sex Devil?"
"It said so itself."
The shore replied, "And its abilities are quite in line with its name."
"Where did you find this thing?"
Fang Mo asked curiously.
"India." The shore explained calmly, "The locals worshiped it as a deity, but it's unclear which god specifically. At the time, its male characteristics were quite evident; I suspect it might be Shiva or something..."
"...Oh, India."
After listening, Fang Mo couldn't help but hold his forehead: "Then it's fine."
"Anyway, I'll leave this thing to you."
Kishibe said, "It's highly likely that this safe house has been compromised. I'll be leaving here to find a way to deal with Santa Claus. You'll have to decide what to do on your own."
"Why are you guys so obsessed with the safe house?" he asked.
Upon hearing this, Fang Mo couldn't help but hold his forehead and said, "Forget it, I can't be bothered with you. Do whatever you want."
But this brought up potions and negative statuses.
Fang Mo vaguely remembered that there were sunny weather potions in the Minecraft game.
Of course, not in the original version, but in an add-on mod in Tinkers' Construct, which included something called 'sunny weather potion.' Initially, Fang Mo was unclear about it until he was hit on the head by a splash potion thrown by a malicious server admin.
Players hit by the potion would emit heart particles and gain a sunny effect in their status bar.
But that was all.
Steve wouldn't lose player control over it.
But this wasn't the Minecraft world, and Fang Mo wasn't Steve himself, although there were many similarities between them, the two could never be conflated.
It was for this reason.
Fang Mo had just carelessly fallen for it.
But after he held his breath and let Steve drink a bucket of milk, the strange influence disappeared. The creature in the cage opposite remained a pool of flesh and blood, not a virtual streamer, nor any bizarre paper-thin waifu, and certainly not the sacred and beautiful things he had in mind.
"Really an untrustworthy thing, better lock it up first."
Fang Mo shook his head and then went up to stab the creature with a knife, followed by a scream from nowhere, and then the Devil was sucked into the Ender Greatsword.
After sealing the Sex Devil,
The Ender Greatsword turned into an absolutely unapprovable mysterious shape.
Rather than calling it a sword, it was more like a unisex private toy, made of various tentacles, suckers, and fissures. Holding it, Fang Mo felt it was sticky, somewhat warm, and slowly expanding, making him feel nauseated instantly.
"What a wretched weapon!"
Fang Mo frowned and threw it on the ground with a 'plop.'
However, after Fang Mo discarded it, the surrounding Shoggoths suddenly took notice of it and curiously approached, which made Fang Mo pause.
Honestly, the Sex Devil did disgust Fang Mo quite a bit, unexpectedly looking so grotesque. Just now, Fang Mo was tempted to burn it, but seeing the gathering Shoggoths, an immature idea suddenly arose in his mind. Since Devils could transfer permissions by renaming, what if he named the Minecraft creatures?
Could it directly make the Minecraft creatures inherit the Devil's authority?
Thinking this, Fang Mo subconsciously looked at the Shoggoths beside him.
"Maybe... try using a Nametags on it first?"
