Chapitre 42: Chapter 42：Human Bait
Allen shook himself free from the bindings with ease, a faint smile playing on his lips as he looked at the immobilized man and woman before him.
Both had been paralyzed by the toxic effects of Allen's Plant Mage Mist, unable to move or speak. They could only watch helplessly as Allen securely tied them to two trees, far apart from each other.
Interrogation is most effective when the suspects are separated, preventing them from coordinating their stories. Allen stood silently before the seductive woman, ignoring her terrified and pleading eyes. He didn't remove the green mist from her mouth, keeping her speechless.
Without saying a word, Allen began to strip the woman of her outer garments, leaving her completely exposed.
"Tsk tsk, not bad... though there are some signs of wear and tear..." Allen remarked, eyeing her curvaceous body with a mix of admiration and disdain.
The woman, seeing the situation, felt a surge of hope rather than fear. Encountering a lustful man might just be her chance for survival. However, Allen didn't give her the opportunity to speak. Instead, he mercilessly beat her, leaving her drenched in sweat and screaming in pain.
After about a quarter of an hour, Allen finally stopped, panting slightly. The woman was left in a state of utter misery.
Ignoring her, Allen turned towards the man, who was already trembling in fear.
Releasing the green mist from the man's mouth, Allen got straight to the point: "Tell me everything you know. Don't lie, your companion has already confessed."
The man, unable to gauge the truth from Allen's expression, knew he was in no position to resist. He tentatively asked, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Allen activated the remaining poison within the man, causing him excruciating pain. The man screamed in agony.
"I won't ask a third time! Either you talk, or you die!"
The man, drenched in cold sweat, finally began to speak.
After hearing everything, Allen waved his hand, reactivating the poison to control the man. In the man's terrified gaze, Allen poured a small bottle of Plant Mage's Curse into his mouth, inducing endless hallucinations.
"Tell me... tell me..." The overwhelming hallucinations rendered the man completely defenseless, his mind thoroughly hypnotized by Allen's extraordinary power.
Allen verified the man's words, confirming their truth. Then, with a wave of his hand, he used the poison mist to destroy the man's sensory abilities, dragging his limp body to the center of the camp like a dead dog.
The seductive woman witnessed everything.
"Dagon Cult, High Priest, Thorn Blood Vine..."
Allen pondered, finding the situation increasingly interesting. He had finally encountered his first mystic entity.
According to the man, the Thorn Blood Vine, despite its resilience, was slow-moving and relied on its paralyzing toxin to hunt at night. It had a particular taste for human flesh and blood.
Therefore, Allen wasn't worried about the severely injured Thorn Blood Vine not taking the bait.
As the only Thorn Blood Vine discovered by the Dagon Cult to have developed intelligence, this plant had likely entered the realm of mysticism, becoming an extraordinary entity.
However, due to its severe injuries and low intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult to lure it out with the right method.
With some time left before nightfall, Allen wasn't in a hurry. He had a captive to entertain himself with.
Heh heh heh...
Allen had no moral qualms.
Throughout history, violence has always been intertwined with interests and sex.
Allen regretted that his lustful nature was something he might never overcome.
Since he couldn't change it, he might as well indulge.
"Sigh... I won't kill you, but you offered yourself... what can I do?"
After interrogating the seductive woman and confirming her information through hypnosis, Allen approached her like a hungry wolf eyeing a juicy piece of meat. The woman, desperate to survive, willingly submitted.
It was a consensual act.
However, Allen disliked her heavily made-up appearance, so he had her wash thoroughly in clean water, leaving no trace of grime.
Allen immediately stripped and began...
(Use your imagination...)
By nightfall, a refreshed Allen crouched on a thick tree branch, hidden by dense foliage.
In the camp below, the man and woman lay unconscious, awaiting the arrival of the Thorn Blood Vine.
"Hmph! Women? How can a consensual act be considered a transaction? Although she was somewhat honest, her previous attempt to harm me can't be forgiven with just one act of sex."
Despite feeling a bit regretful about the woman's appearance and figure, which could rival the likes of Cecilia and Bernice, Allen remained resolute. Even though his "little brother" was satisfied, Allen's heart was as hard as iron, and he wouldn't leave any loose ends.
However, as a merciful Plant Mage, Allen used the poison mist to numb the senses of the man and woman. In their ignorance, they wouldn't know fear.
To quickly lure out the Thorn Blood Vine, Allen stripped them both naked and left them on the damp forest floor.
With a sharp hunting knife, he made several cuts on their backs where they touched the ground.
The wounds, treated with Allen's natural power, continuously bled.
The Thorn Blood Vine is an extremely rare parasitic and aggressive plant in the rainforest.
It reproduces with great difficulty but grows rapidly.
Given the right environment and sufficient nutrients, a single Thorn Blood Vine can form a wall of blood vines.
This plant particularly enjoys the fresh blood and flesh of animals.
As a plant, it lacks powerful motor organs and cannot quickly capture prey.
The Thorn Blood Vine evolved a unique ability to sense temperature and blood, hunting at night and attacking sleeping animals.
Moreover, mature Thorn Blood Vines produce distinctively scented fruits.
These fruits are not only delicious and vibrant red but also emit scents that mimic the pheromones of many female animals in heat.
This lures males in their mating season, eager to mate, to stay near the plant, tempted by the enticing fruit.
Then, in the dead of night, as the animals sleep deeply, the vine strikes.
Its tendrils, laced with potent paralyzing toxins, emerge from the ground, piercing flesh and enjoying a feast.
Most animals attacked by the blood vine die happily in their sleep.
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