[Fanfiction on the Law of the Devil] (13) The Black Sun Order

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Author: xiaoyanglaolang
Posted on the forum on 2016/8/23
Foreword
It is said that in many settings, mages are afraid of archers because mages have difficulty blocking and dodging
arrows with high speed and penetrating power. Furthermore, archers have high agility and evasion, making spells difficult to hit. Therefore,
if you want to kill a caster, wouldn't it be more effective to find an archer?
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Main Character Introduction
Dewey: The protagonist of this work, the eldest son of the Rolin family, a magic scholar in the Mage's Guild,
a disciple of Gandoff, the continent's first mage, and the successor to Aragorn's mission.
Qianlixue: A mysterious female mage of unknown origin, skilled in illusion magic, a Saint-rank mage. Nicole
: Medusa, who came to the human kingdom to play because life in the Frozen Forest was too boring.
Dupont: The eldest son of the Sena family, a white-robed archmage in the Mage's Guild,
a disciple of Yago Doug, the president of the Mage's Guild, and a follower of the Church of Light.
Verona: Daughter of Crown Prince Aven, Saintess of the Church of Light.
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Main Text
"It seems...very powerful, Xue. Are you really okay?"
The intense light in the sky was almost blinding. Dewey's eyes stung. Even through the water curtain,
he could feel the unbearable heat outside.
He might die of dehydration after just a few minutes outside. The overwhelming pressure made him feel, for a moment, as if he
were facing a "god."
"I left a magical mark in the city... Shall we leave now... Your Majesty..."
Looking at the "scorching sun" in the sky, Qianli Xue tilted her head and said calmly, setting up
several layers of magical shields around her to weaken the glaring light.
Before Dewey could answer, a dense barrage of fireballs suddenly rained down on the outermost magical
shield, like a meteor shower. After a series of violent explosions and flashes,
the ground around the shield was ravaged, riddled with craters, but it did nothing to shake
Qianlixue's magical shield.
The masked man seemed unsurprised. Seeing that this piecemeal attack was ineffective, he snorted, and
the "Eternal Sun Wheel" behind him erupted with fierce golden-red flames, engulfing the masked man and transforming him into an
enormous, incredible fireball that hurtled straight towards Dewey and Qianlixue.
Like the sun setting on the earth, the moment the "blazing sun" dipped below the horizon, all the trees within a hundred-meter radius
instantly dehydrated and burned to ashes. The terrifying power generated by the immense heat was no less than that
of several high-level fire mages continuously casting spells on the area.
An irresistible pressure, a "sun" burning with divine power, pressed down from the sky.
The moment it collided with the magical shield, the shield flickered violently before quickly dissipating into blue specks of light. The unstoppable descent, without the slightest pause, 　　shattered
the several layers of magical shields erected by Qianlixue in the blink of an eye. A massive fireball, over ten meters in diameter, crashed heavily onto the ground, 　　creating a huge crater amidst the earth-shaking tremors. The intense heat quickly dried the mud into sand, and countless cracks 　　spread outwards from the point of impact. 　　Everything flammable in the vicinity burst into flames, as if entering a fiery hell. The fire continued 　　to spread outwards, and soon the entire surrounding area might become a sea of fire. 　　"Hmm, very powerful, it really is like a sun." 　　Ripples appeared in the space not far away, first a blue water curtain, then Qianlixue and Du Wei emerged from it. 　　Dewey patted his chest, seemingly still shaken. The enormous, terrifying fireball had pressed down on him, and 　　by the end, he truly felt as if his entire body was on fire. Qianlixue drew a circle around herself with her wand, and the blue, 　　transparent light barrier instantly expanded, extinguishing the flames at her feet. 　　"Hmph, mental magic... and spatial magic, it's simply too perfect. As a mage, if it weren't 　　for the protection of this divine artifact, I think I would have died countless times by now. Is this the power of a 'Saint-rank'?" 　　Where Dewey and Qianlixue had stood, the masked man's figure gradually appeared, 　　the flames enveloping him being reabsorbed into the crystal, which shimmered with a golden-red light. He smiled bitterly, appearing 　　somewhat weak, and staggered slightly, two thin lines of blood seeping from his eyes, which were not covered by the mask 　　. 　　"But you are still just a 'mortal,' even though you are a Saint-level being. A 'mortal' can never 　　contend with a 'god.'" 　　The masked man chuckled again, his deep voice revealing a fanatical confidence. He seemed 　　unconcerned about his injury. The surging divine power of the "Eternal Sun Wheel" flowed into his 　　body from behind. He tilted his head back, his previously somewhat slumped body instantly becoming upright and dignified, as if feeling 　　extremely comfortable. 　　But suddenly, the masked man, who was focused on healing, suddenly sensed the magical elements in the air 　　frantically gathering. The surrounding space seemed to have suddenly created a black hole, sucking away all the magical elements at 　　an alarming speed. A faint blue light illuminated his black mask, and an arc-shaped, transparent blue 　　shockwave seemed to fold space, suddenly appearing before him from an unbelievable location. 　　With a deafening roar, two massive energies collided, flames and water clashing violently. The masked man 　　screamed, like a kite with a broken string, 　　thrown erratically by the impact, spinning in the air. 　　Qianli Xue coldly watched the masked man frantically adjusting his position in mid-air, her slender, 　　pale hand casually pointing her wand towards the sky, unleashing a pure, azure beam of light carrying an aura of destruction.

The beam whistled through the clouds, descending with overwhelming force, striking the masked man who had momentarily lost
his balance in mid-air.
A deafening roar shook the earth as the masked man, struck headfirst, slammed into the ground.
The already brittle surface, scorched by the intense heat, was instantly blasted into a large hole, the flames of divine power churning wildly at the opening
, seemingly bewildered.
Then, almost without pause, beams of blue light, each thicker than the last, shot from the sky towards the hole.
Vast and powerful magical energy spread through the space, mingling with the earth's groans. The crater created by the masked man,
under the relentless impact, finally became an enormous crater, plunging the light that had illuminated all things
into the abyss of darkness .
A curtain of blue water expanded infinitely, spreading outwards. All the burning flames vanished in an instant,
the unbearable heat completely dissipated, and the cool of the night returned, leaving only a scorched, cracked landscape devoid
of life.
"Is that guy dead?"
The intense battle subsided in an instant, and Dewey seemed unable to immediately adjust to the sudden quiet and peace.
He wanted to approach the deep crater that had been blasted out to see what was inside, but for some reason, he hesitated
and glanced at Qianlixue's face.
"No... he escaped..."
Qianlixue replied expressionlessly, putting away her wand.
"He's still alive after all that...?"
"After all... that man was chosen by the artifact..."
"Chosen? You mean that guy?"
"Artifacts have a spirit... only those recognized by the artifact can unleash its true power... of course,
the degree is also related to those people's own strength..."
"To be able to directly withstand the power of a Saint-level being, artifacts really are a kind
of cheat."
Dewey shook his head with some emotion, suddenly feeling a chill. Under the bright starlight of the night sky,
scattered frosty white snowflakes began to fall. Although few, they were indeed crystal-clear and icy
snowflakes. In this sweltering summer, snowflakes were falling from the sky.
A chilling aura crept in, and Dewey, sensing it, looked back in the direction he had come from.
There stood a tall, graceful woman with snow-white skin and flowing silver hair. Her exquisite face
bore a cold smile that could freeze anything. She strolled over leisurely,
stopping a few steps away from Dewey. Her silver eyes swept over the scorched earth, then over him, and then over
Qianlixue.
"Greetings... Messiah... Your Highness..."
Neither Dewey nor the silver-haired woman spoke; Qianlixue was the first to bow slightly to the woman
. She seemed quite familiar with the silver-haired woman.
"Are you also one of those who inherited that 'bloodline'?"
The silver-haired woman smiled gently, scrutinizing Qianlixue's face intently, as if she already knew her identity.
Perhaps she was the one who knew most about everything concerning Aragorn.
"Yes... the glorious Saint Laurent..."
"Glory? Ha, perhaps. Blue hair and blue eyes, they seem so familiar, almost
identical. You are that woman... a descendant of Ariane, aren't you?"
"Yes... Your Highness... Ariane Tinuville is my ancestor..."
"Since you are that woman's descendant, then you are also a descendant of 'Aragon'..."
A smile, hard to conceal, appeared on the silver-haired woman's lips, growing ever more pronounced. She
glanced thoughtfully at Dewey, then calmly uttered a statement that startled even Dewey:
a descendant of Aragon, a descendant of the Roland family, the royal bloodline that had been severed in all records.
Qianlixue closed her eyes, her silent expression not denying the fact that she possessed not only
the blood of Saint Laurent, but also the blood of Aragon Roland, the founder of the empire, yet she seemed
indifferent to it.
"Should I congratulate you, Aragorn? It seems your bloodline hasn't withered. Judging from your expression,
don't you know? It seems I know you better than you know yourself. Hahahaha, isn't this
amusing? In terms of 'bloodline,' your young and beautiful servant is the rightful heir to this empire
, the true... Empress!"
The silver-haired woman clapped her hands like a child, seemingly finding it extremely amusing, and laughed at Dewey. Then
she clutched her stomach and burst into laughter, the chill emanating from her vanishing with her slightly eerie laughter, but that morbid,
manic laughter, like before, sent shivers down one's spine.
"Do I need to say it again? I don't think I'm that Aragorn. I am who I am.
Whether it's reincarnation or inheriting blood, do you think you can't live without that Aragorn? The guy from a thousand years ago
is long dead. Is there anything more pointless than fulfilling the mission of a dead soul?"
Dewey subtly glanced at Qianlixue's face.
She remained detached, showing no sign of wavering even after her unexpected past was revealed. Perhaps it was just his imagination,
or maybe this woman, like him, had no "heart."
"Pointless? I find everything about you interesting. My dear Aragorn, don't be
troubled. Once your memories awaken and you know all the 'truth,' you will understand. You
are Aragorn, the one and only Aragorn to me."
The silver-haired woman finally managed to stop laughing, a strange emotion flickering in her alluring silver eyes,
but it was almost immediately replaced by a fanaticism and obsession.
"And what do you want to do? Kill me? If I were Aragorn, you could do it now
, Messiah! Aren't you afraid? Or do you not want to end the last bit of fun in your life like this?"
"Finally calling my name, huh? Looks like you haven't completely forgotten. You cannot defy fate."
"Aragorn, just like a thousand years ago, you will challenge that... woman again. Then my sword will
pierce your heart once more, and a new game will begin. This isn't just the last bit of fun, but an
endless, 'eternal' pursuit of your happiness."
A sharp cry echoed from the distant sky, an eerie sound emanating from the direction of the capital, miles away. Several figures shrouded in black mage robes were rapidly 　　approaching
in the darkness . 　　"You've alerted the Mage's Guild's enforcement team, haven't you? Too bad you failed to kill the leader of the 'Black Sun Order.' 　　Otherwise, it would have been a great achievement, haha. Come with me, Aragorn. Your good friend, 　　that prince, is very worried about your safety." 　　Enveloped in a large patch of fine frost, Messiah's silver-white figure gradually disappeared into the darkness along the path they had come from 　　. Dewey glanced in the direction of the capital, then turned to look beside him. Qianlixue had vanished. He stood there 　　for a moment, then silently followed Messiah back. 　　Not long after, Prince Chen arrived with his men: a troop of several hundred imperial guards, the 　　coachman with the strength of a high-ranking warrior, and the carriage carrying Dewey's two female magic apprentices. 　　The coachman looked badly injured, covered in blood and bandaged like a mummy. It seemed 　　he would need to be healed by the temple's light-based healing spells back in the capital. Prince Chen, though pale, 　　was delighted to see Dewey. 　　Under the protection of the guards, the group returned to the capital. Prince Chen was very welcoming to Dewey. Although he hadn't 　　witnessed it firsthand, Messiah's description of his opponent as the leader of the "Black Sun Cult" 　　seemed to elevate his opinion of him even further. 　　According to Prince Chen, the Black Sun Cult is a cult that has emerged in the past year, 　　secretly engaging in various terrorist activities in the capital and surrounding areas. These activities range from assassinating nobles to attacking temple clergy, and 　　they have even killed several lone magicians, but they never harm ordinary people. Although all sides 　　are outraged and have sent people to search for these cult members, they have found nothing, and many 　　search parties have been killed by various strange and evil spells. 　　There are rumors that the cult's leader is a chosen one, possessing a divine artifact as 　　the symbol of the cult. While this has not been confirmed, many ordinary people talk about it with great interest. However, 　　the Church of Light, which believes in one true God, naturally abhors this cult. 　　This cult, which had practically become the most wanted group by all factions in the capital, had openly attacked a 　　prince. This was tantamount to treason. Moreover, a holy knight named Rodriguez was also involved 　　. Had it not been for the protection of "Saint Laurent's Guardian" and the timely arrival of "Joanna," Prince Chen 　　would likely be beheaded. Although Prince Chen maintained a faint smile, everyone could 　　see the deep worry hidden in his eyes. 　　After escorting Dewey to the entrance of the Earl's mansion, Prince Chen left. Just as Dewey was about to enter, Qianlixue suddenly appeared 　　beside him. He had never seen this woman appear so proactively before. 　　"Nicole...something happened..." 　　Qianlixue said curtly before he could ask. The surrounding scenery suddenly became swirling and blurry. When it 　　cleared, Dewey found himself standing in another place. 　　This was the courtyard of the mansion where Vivian and the others lived. But what lay before her eyes was as if a fierce battle had taken place. 　　All the surrounding houses had collapsed and were destroyed, almost unrecognizable. Amidst the ruins, Ruolin lay 　　unconscious on the ground. Beside her, Nicole knelt, protecting her, her face deathly pale, even her 　　golden dress appearing somewhat dull. 　　"This is..." 　　"The sun..." 　　The beautiful and alluring Queen Medusa, though extremely weak, still maintained her usual composure. Sensing 　　Dewey and Qianlixue's presence, her expression relaxed slightly, and she uttered two simple words. 　　What she "saw" was the "sun" rising in the darkness. 　　Summer 　　had arrived, and the weather was scorching, making one yearn to rest in the shade. However, not 　　everyone could enjoy such a leisurely life. The streets of the capital were still filled with 　　people rushing about day and night, struggling to make a living. Those who blended into the crowd from the sidelines became 　　inconspicuous. 　　The slums in the southwest of the city, a stark contrast to the rest of the capital, were the gathering place of the poorest and most destitute. 　　The dilapidated houses, hastily built from wood and stone, the narrow, gloomy streets, 　　the potholed, dirty ground—all bore the listless figures sitting or lying down. Those with even a little strength had 　　gone to the bustling, crowded areas of the capital to find all sorts of jobs, whether illegal or not, menial, arduous, or opportunistic, 　　returning only late at night. Those left here during the day were mostly the weakest, unable to survive independently 　　, having given up hope for the future, only calculating whether they would wake up the next morning. 　　As soon as Dewey stepped into the main entrance of this area, he was immediately met with gazes, both overt and covert, from all directions. 　　These gazes were filled with wariness, hostility, curiosity, fear, or simply apathy and indifference. But when Dewey's gaze 　　swept over them, all eyes averted as if startled. 　　"This place... do you think Miss Vivian would be hiding here?" 　　A gentle, melodious voice came from Nicole. Perhaps to avoid drawing too much attention, 　　Queen Medusa was currently wearing a large, hooded cloak that covered her from head to toe, yet it still 　　couldn't conceal her slender figure and innate air of elegance and nobility. 　　"I don't know. I just came to ask someone. Today is that guy's day off; he should be here now," 　　Dewey replied with a smile, ignoring the greedy yet 　　timid gazes that were still secretly scanning him and Nicole from the shadows. He navigated the intricate network of alleyways with practiced ease, seemingly very familiar with the area.

The familiarity was palpable. Nicole followed Dewey half a step behind, seemingly unhurried, yet
not falling behind at all.
The commotion from the previous night had gradually subsided. Although most people didn't know
who lived in the attacked mansion, the upper echelons of the Mage's Guild were quite clear about it.
Shortly after Dewey and Qianlixue arrived, members of the Mage's Guild and the Imperial Capital Police Department
arrived one after another, but the attackers had already vanished, along with Vivian.
Ruolin was unharmed, only knocked unconscious by the aftershocks of the battle. Nicole's injuries
healed quickly under Qianlixue's treatment, but she wasn't injured by the attacker; rather, it was the backlash from her "Petrifying
Gaze." The magic crystal used by the attacker seemed to possess a power that countered her
.
An eighth-level archmage was openly attacked and kidnapped, and she was even
a disciple of Master Gandoff, the pride of the Mage's Guild. This was a blatant provocation against the Mage's Guild, and it was said that Chairman Yagodog
was furious about it, personally ordering his prized disciple, Archmage Dupont, to use all the resources of the Mage's Guild
to find the culprit.
Meanwhile, Dewey, under the guise of the Mage's Guild's protection, spent two days idly at the guild. Although
he notified Earl Raymond, the earl seemed uninterested in his eldest son
's affairs, dismissing the messenger with a curt "whatever."
Despite seeing a group of mages using various means and connections
to search the capital and its suburbs for clues over the past two days, Vivian seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace.
Archmage Dupont, the one in charge, was nowhere to be seen, and even when Dewey and the others inquired, he only sent
a magic apprentice.
After two days of relative calm, taking advantage of the lull in the chaos, Dewey quietly slipped out of the Mage's Guild.
Accompanying him was Queen Medusa, Nicole, who had also found the magical "performances" at the guild somewhat boring after two days
.
"Aren't you worried about Miss Vivian's safety?"
"Why do you say that?"
Hearing Nicole's slightly curious question, Dewey stopped and turned around to ask in return.
"Your body temperature hasn't changed much since that day. When you heard Miss Vivian had been kidnapped
, your heart didn't race. Even though your companion is in danger, don't you feel angry
or anxious?"
"Oh, haha, you see, I'm very nervous and flustered. I even came to this filthy place to get some useful information
. If someone used my companion to threaten me, I'd be in a real bind. And who
knows, maybe the attacker will suddenly kidnap me too someday. Such a terrifying enemy, appearing and disappearing without a trace,
really scares me."
"If that's the case, why did you separate from her? With my strength alone... I might not be able to
protect you as well."
"Are you that worried about my safety? This doesn't sound like something the cold-blooded Medusa, who treats human life like dirt, would say
. Have you become more humane?"
"You're different. You're... very important to Xue, so I can't let you die."
Nicole hesitated for a moment, then slowly raised her head, her exquisitely beautiful face beneath the hood displaying a rather
serious expression. Dewey, who had originally intended to make a joke, paused. Although he didn't know
what had happened between her and Qianli Xue, it was clear that this aloof Queen Medusa had a good impression of Qianli Xue. Perhaps she
had traveled all the way from the Frozen Forest to the human world specifically to follow Qianli Xue.
"Don't worry, there are many people in this world who don't want me to die right now. I'm a very useful
'thing,' you know."
Dewey chuckled coldly, then turned into a deep alley. After several twists and turns, he finally stopped in front of a dilapidated
wooden house deep inside. This was his destination.
He was looking for someone, a young man named Sandia who worked in the slave square of the capital. Sandia was also
a member of the organization Sandia had formed, called "The Net." This was a
job where Dewey received various intelligence reports in exchange for payment. All sorts of secrets, the darkest and most shameful things could be obtained from these
people from all walks of life, from the lowest rungs of society, for a few silver coins.
"Wait a minute."
"What is it?"
"It's dangerous. The thing inside..."
Dewey was about to politely knock on the unlocked, dilapidated door when Nicole suddenly stopped him, her
expression wary. Dewey stopped what he was doing and slowly retreated to Nicole's side, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"That familiar aura...that person is here."
"That person? Could it be?"
Nicole seemed to have recognized something, speaking rapidly to Dewey. Dewey immediately understood her meaning
. For Queen Medusa, who rarely interacted with people, to feel a familiar yet dangerous aura, there
was only one answer.
"You've finally arrived, disciple of Gandalf. I was wondering how many days it would take you to
come here."
Just then, a leisurely, languid voice came through the door. The wooden door creaked open
, revealing a figure in a black, form-fitting outfit, wearing a black mask, and sporting a mocking gaze. It
wasn't Sandia who greeted Dewey, but the man who could transform into "the sun."
"It's you! So it really is you! Is it you who took Vivian away?"
Dewey shouted through gritted teeth, his expression one of utter hatred, as if he wanted to devour the masked man
. He seemed ready to immediately attack him.
"Don't be in such a hurry, disciple of Gandalf, young master of the Rolin family, friend of Chen Augustine. Coming here in this
sweltering heat, shouldn't you rest in the shade first? Making a lady stand outside is
n't something a proper nobleman should do,"
the masked man said leisurely, gesturing invitingly before stepping inside.
Dewey stood for a moment, then strode inside, Nicole silently following behind.
"Hmph, quite the courage, Gandalf's disciple. Or is there another lovely
lady who likes to hide here? Here? Or here? Ah, I really can't sense anything."
The masked man sat casually on the most intact chair in the room, chuckling with extreme relaxation
. Dewey glanced around the room; he only saw some worn-out household items, and no one else besides the masked man
.
"Are you looking for that kid named Sandia? Don't worry, I'm not one to kill innocent people indiscriminately. I
gave him a gold coin and asked him to lend me this place, your secret base, for a few days. I
've been waiting for you, Gandoff's disciple. And this beautiful lady has come along too; it
's truly an honor. I sincerely admire both your beauty and your strength."
"What do you want me to do?"
Ignoring the masked man's seemingly heartfelt words, Dewey went straight to the point.
"Oh, ah, ah, although your magic is rather weak, Gandalf's disciple, I must say you're a
clever person. Some idiots just yell things like 'Give it back to me, give it back to me,' and other such meaningless things. Do
n't they understand that what's in someone else's hands belongs to them? It's not that easy
to just hand something over for nothing. To gain something, you always have to give something in return; that's the law of this world."
The masked man stammered, seemingly surprised by Dewey's directness, but immediately revealed a
hint of appreciation.
"The laws of the world, huh? A kidnapper can utter such grandiose words with such audacity.
This world is truly 'fair.'"
"Kidnapping? I'm no kidnapper. Hmph, it's just that your weakness is too obvious, and my
keen observation cleverly seized upon it. I admit I can't defeat your lovely servant
, that's where I'm weaker. But now that I've grasped your weakness, that's
where I'm stronger. It's only natural that the weak are preyed upon by the stronger. If you don't want
to be oppressed, become stronger than those who oppress you, by any means necessary. As long as you laugh last,
you're the winner. Isn't that the most perfect 'fairness' of this world?"
Ignoring Dewey's sarcasm, the masked man laughed heartily, swaying his body and causing the chair beneath him
to creak.
"Then what do I have to give up to get Vivian back for it to be 'fair'?"
Seeing the masked man's gleeful laughter, Dewey simply asked coldly.
"It's a very simple matter, I believe it will be a piece of cake for you."
"A piece of cake?"
"Yes, you can definitely do it. Just help me kill one person, one life for one life,
absolutely 'fair'."
"Who do you want to kill?"
"Ah, isn't it your 'good friend,' Chen...Augustine? Given your relationship with him, it should be
very convenient."
"Kill a prince, are you planning a rebellion?"
"You only just found out? I thought you should have known two days ago. I don't specify when you should act, nor
do I care what method you use. As long as you help me kill that prince, I will return your senior sister to you.
Until you complete the task, I will take good care of her. However, I hope you can complete it as soon as possible.
You don't want your senior sister to be so mentally unstable that she doesn't even recognize you when she returns, do you? Facing
a beautiful woman, there are many pleasant things to do every day."
"What did you do to Vivian?"
"What did I do? Too much to explain in a short time. Ah, look, here's a
wonderful thing called a 'Magic Memory Crystal.' It's a precious item that can record images. I'll
give it to you. As long as you infuse it with enough magic, you'll be able to see your senior sister's condition these past two days,
and the conditions she'll endure until you complete your mission. Good luck, Gandoff's disciple.
I can find as many assassins like you as I need. But your senior sister Vivian, there should
only be one in this world, right? Hmph, you understand."
The masked man casually placed the intricately patterned, prismatic magic crystal on a nearby table,
stretched, and walked towards the back door of the room. Dewey's face was gloomy, lost in thought
.
"Aren't you going to intercept me? If this beautiful lady and your lovely servant team up,
they might have a chance to kill me."
The masked man pushed open the door and mocked frivolously. Seeing Dewey clenching his fists and bowing his head without reacting
, he laughed heartily and swaggered out.
"Prince, is he the child of your human 'King'? Killing him would have a huge impact on your world,
wouldn't it?"
Nicole pondered for a moment and softly spoke to Dewey's retreating figure.
"Perhaps, but it doesn't matter. He's just a prince. Even if the 'King' is killed, someone else will always succeed him.
The world is never short of people who want to be 'Kings,' and even more so, people who want to become 'Gods.
' Playing with other people's fates is quite a pleasurable thing."
"Playing with others...manipulating others...is it really that interesting?"
"Don't you understand? Just like those ratmen under your command, their fates are completely
in your hands. You are their 'King,' and their 'God.' Don't you ever feel anything about that?"
"I don't need them, and I don't want to control their fates."
"That's true. Controlling the fates of some inferior creatures in that desolate place isn't very enjoyable
. Here, you'll get to see the games played by humans, known for their cunning. Maybe you'll even like
them."
"That's exactly why I came here. Hurry up, let me 'see' more interesting things, all sorts of things. "
"Things that make me happy, Dewey."
Nicole laughed, her small, lovely lips curving slightly upwards. Her bright, radiant smile was like a blooming,
burning tulip, captivating and surpassing all other beauty in the world.
...
After winding through a series of alleyways, Dewey didn't return the way he came. Instead, he chose
another path. As he approached the edge of this slum area, he suddenly saw a commotion ahead.
In a slightly wider square, the previously half-dead residents seemed to have suddenly become energetic,
gathering together and pushing forward.
Among the crowd, a dozen knights in magnificent silver armor were ordering people to maintain order. These
knights were clearly the Holy Knights of the Temple. Several priests were at the front of the crowd , distributing something. Soon, one by one, the poor people who had squeezed out of the crowd 　　returned to their shacks
with several silver coins, food, and clothing in their hands , beaming with joy. 　　"Lord Dewey, I've finally found you! I didn't expect to see you here." 　　Dewey was about to walk around when he heard a somewhat familiar voice. In a corner not far away, 　　a young man in a white robe, a symbol of a great mage, smiled at him. The strange heavy makeup on his face 　　and the slightly effeminate tone of his voice indicated that he was the mage Dupont, whom Dewey had only met once at Count Villa's banquet. 　　Although Dupont was in charge of mobilizing the Mage's Guild to find Vivian, this was the first time Dewey 　　had seen him in the past two days. 　　"Oh, I'm so sorry, Lord Dupont, I came out without telling you. But I can't just 　　wait around in the Mage's Guild doing nothing. Do you have any news about Vivian?" 　　Dewey asked, sounding somewhat anxious. But immediately, a woman in white beside Dupont caught his 　　attention. 　　This woman was tall and slender, with long, flowing golden hair. Her long white dress was clearly in 　　the style of a temple clergyman; she wore no extravagant jewelry, yet exuded an air of nobility. Her 　　gaze was clear and cold, like the moon, and her face was veiled in white. As Dupont walked gracefully towards her, her elegant figure displayed 　　a myriad of charms, yet the clergy's attire somehow imbued her with an aura of holiness. These two qualities 　　blended seamlessly within her, captivating all who beheld her. 　　"I understand your feelings, Lord Dewey, but these are extraordinary times. We still don't know 　　their intentions, so please be careful. Although we don't yet have concrete information about Vivian's whereabouts, 　　based on various signs, we speculate that it's the work of the 'Black Sun Cult.' You must have 　　heard of it, Lord Dewey. This cult that has thrown the capital into chaos has already prompted my teacher, Chairman Yagodog, to launch a 　　full-scale war against them." 　　"So this is Lord Dewey, the last disciple of Master Gandoff. 　　I am truly sorry for what happened to Vivian. Those wicked followers of false gods will surely be punished by the Goddess 　　." 　　Hearing Dupont's somewhat regretful words, the temple woman's eyes lit up. She subtly and carefully 　　examined Dewey from head to toe, speaking softly. Her melodious voice was like a gentle stream, washing away 　　the wounds of the suffering. Finally, she clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture, her beautiful eyes 　　filled with compassionate blessings. 　　"And who is this?" 　　"Oh, Lord Dewey, you don't recognize this lady? This is Saintess Verona of the Church of Light. 　　Today, with the compassionate heart of a messenger of the goddess, she is here to comfort those believers suffering from poverty and hardship. 　　Goddess, be with you and me." 　　Although he had roughly guessed, Dewey still asked. Dupont immediately introduced her, making 　　the sign of the cross on his chest. Although he spoke respectfully, his gestures and movements were completely unreserved, and his composed demeanor 　　suggested that he was very familiar with this saintess. 　　"It's Lady Verona, what an honor," 　　Dewey said politely, bowing. Aside from seeing the corpses of some Holy Knights and the defector Hussein in the Frozen Forest 　　, he had never interacted with anyone from the Temple. This Saintess Verona, if his memory served him correctly 　　, was the only daughter of the First Prince, Aven. If the First Prince ascended the throne, this Saintess 　　would also become a princess of the Empire, bearing the heavy responsibility of bearing a direct descendant for the First Prince's line to inherit the Empire 　　. However, she was also a saintess of the Church of Light, required to remain chaste to serve the goddess. Yet, 　　this First Prince, in order to win over the Church, sent his only daughter to become some kind of saintess—he truly had no idea 　　what his intentions were. 　　"It is my honor to meet Lord Dewey. I heard that it was thanks to your bravery that you thwarted a 　　despicable assassination attempt by those cultists against my uncle in the suburbs. I haven't had a chance to properly thank you yet." 　　Verona gave Dewey a slight bow. Her gentle and delicate voice and graceful movements exuded royal 　　nobility and the holiness of the church. Her large, clear, and bright eyes, with a touch of liveliness beneath their coolness, possessed a 　　strange charm. Just looking at those eyes, one couldn't help but imagine the stunning beauty hidden beneath the veil 　　. 　　"Hmph, Lord Dewey is a disciple of Master Gandoff, so naturally he is extremely capable. 　　How could a mere cultist be his match? Oh, so Miss Nicole is here too. 　　I apologize for any inconvenience you've experienced these past few days." 　　Dupont and Verona had already noticed Nicole beside Dewey. She was lost in 　　thought, her head bowed, and didn't respond to Dupont's words at all. Verona seemed to vaguely see Nicole 　　's face beneath the hood, and a flicker of shock flashed across her usually composed eyes. 　　"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty! The goddess is with us!" 　　Suddenly, a short man in dirty, tattered burlap clothes, who had just received relief supplies, 　　stumbled towards Verona. His face, smeared with grime, was streaked with tears and snot, 　　as if he were about to kneel down in gratitude. 　　"Stop!"

DuPont's expression changed abruptly, and he shouted. Without even drawing his wand, a crystal-clear magical barrier
blocked the short man from entering. The short man, who had been sickly, instantly became radiant,
exuding a strong killing intent. He threw a blurry object from his sleeve, which struck the magical barrier and
immediately turned into a large cloud of black mist. A sizzling sound could be heard as the black mist seemed to possess extremely strong corrosive
properties. DuPont's magical barrier didn't last even a moment before a large hole was torn in it.
A chorus of terrified screams erupted nearby. The poor, who had been huddled together receiving relief supplies
, scattered in panic. Several muffled screams followed as several holy knights who had been maintaining order
clutched their necks in agony. Thin steel wires, gleaming in the sunlight, were wrapped around their necks, digging into their
flesh and tightening inch by inch. In moments, blood splattered, and several heads flew high into the air.
"Assassins! Protect the Holy Maiden!"
These holy knights were the temple's elite, specifically tasked with protecting the Holy Maiden. Caught off guard
, they had been ambushed. The remaining dozen or so holy knights reacted quickly, drawing their
cross-shaped swords and unleashing their holy aura. Some rushed towards Verona, while others approached the
attackers lurking in the shadows. The three priests, surprisingly, chanted incantations, casting protective spells
upon the holy knights.
After DuPont's magical barrier was completely corroded, the strange black mist immediately spread out, like a ferocious
black beast pouncing towards Verona and DuPont. DuPont wrapped his arms around Verona's slender waist, stretched out his palms, and
several more magical barriers appeared in front of him. He then cast a Wind Spell and retreated rapidly.
He wasn't alone; the three intermediate mages who had accompanied him and were resting nearby also
saw the situation was dire and had already begun chanting spells. Wind blades, rockets, and ice spikes rained down on the short man,
covering DuPont's escape from the threat of the black mist.
The short man chuckled, waved his hand, and separated a portion from the black mist, meeting the
spells cast by the three intermediate mages. A loud corrosive sound rang out upon contact, and in the blink of an eye, the spells of the three mages were neutralized.
In that brief respite, six holy knights surrounded them, their cross-shaped swords radiating brilliant
battle aura. The short man scoffed disdainfully, floating upwards and chasing
after Dupont without a second thought.
Dupont seemed wary of the eerie black aura emanating from the short man. After casting several large fireballs,
he turned and flew away with Verona in his arms, seemingly unwilling to fight and focused on getting the saintess
to safety. However, before he could even cross the border of the slums, four people wearing black masks 　　emerged simultaneously
from several corners , each wielding a wand made of bone with black beads at the tip emitting 　　eerie black light. This light then transformed into the same black aura as the short man's, violently 　　rushing towards Dupont and Verona. 　　DuPont's eyes narrowed, and a vibrant green flame appeared on his body. Then, the space seemed to 　　ripple as if scorched by intense heat, and DuPont and Verona vanished from their original positions, reappearing tens of meters 　　above them. This was the advanced fire-based spatial 　　spell "Azure Flame Teleportation" that Vivian had used when Dewey first met her. 　　However, after escaping for some distance, DuPont's expression was grim. A section of his left sleeve had 　　been completely corroded. He had intended to use "Azure Flame Teleportation" to escape instantly, but the strange black energy 　　possessed the ability to influence spatial movement. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, changing direction and moving upwards; otherwise, 　　he and Verona would likely have been completely corroded by the black energy. However, DuPont's hasty and forceful casting of the spell seemed to have resulted in a 　　backlash of magic, causing him considerable injury and making even his flight somewhat unsteady. 　　The three intermediate mages and three divine spellcasters from the Mage Guild also flew over, but were 　　held back by the short man's black aura, unable to get close. Even the highly protective divine spells cast by the divine spellcasters couldn't withstand 　　the black aura for more than a few seconds, and they could only use purification spells to slowly wear it down. 　　Seeing that DuPont seemed to be seriously injured by the backlash of magic and unable to use spatial teleportation magic for the time being, the other four masked figures controlling the black aura 　　immediately surrounded him, chanting incantations, seemingly intending to use powerful 　　and swift destructive spells to take him down in one fell swoop. 　　DuPont had originally planned to use the air superiority of the mages to escape quickly, but instead he found himself 　　surrounded by enemy mages. The holy knights, unable to fly and without bows or crossbows, could only 　　watch helplessly from below. The black mist beneath DuPont gradually gathered into a large mass, clearly determined to prevent him from landing. 　　Although such a large-scale black magic commotion should have alerted the Mage Guild's enforcement team, DuPont probably 　　wouldn't last until they arrived. 　　"Dewey, do you need... 'help' them? Your new 'friend'?" 　　Nicole, who had been lost in thought, was disturbed. Seeing 　　the perilous situation of the Mage Guild and the Church of Light, she asked Dewey with a hint of amusement. The assassins' target was only Saint Verona; they 　　had no interest in anyone else. The assassins, hiding in the shadows and killing with wire, quickly retreated after a brief exchange with the holy knights 　　, disappearing into the intricate alleyways of the slums. 　　"We don't need to worry about it. That Master Dupont and that Saintess aren't so easily killed, because 　　the Goddess is with you and me," 　　Dewey said nonchalantly, leading Nicole to a shady spot. His words had barely left his lips when, 　　as if to confirm his thoughts, a faint yet chilling aura instantly enveloped the entire area. 　　In a flash, a dazzling silver light pierced through the thick black mist, 　　striking a masked man precisely in the heart. Half a second later, the whooshing sound of air being torn apart followed. 　　The masked man, his heart pierced, stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest, as if only just realizing what had happened. Suddenly 　　, he let out a painful roar, and streaks of silver light, splitting open his body, emerged from within him, gradually...

The light gradually expanded, and intense silver light projected from the masked man's eyes and ears. Suddenly, with a deafening
roar, a massive burst of energy erupted from the masked man's body, blasting him into a bloody mess.
The black aura beneath DuPont immediately dissipated considerably, and the other three masked men stared in terror towards
the direction from which the silver light had come. Even the incantation they were about to complete froze in their utter shock. But in that brief moment of horror,
the dazzling silver light reappeared in the distance. By the time the three masked men noticed it, three beams of silver light had already
arrived before them, piercing their
hearts with pinpoint accuracy before they could react, defend, or dodge.
Time seemed to stand still. The three masked figures stood frozen in mid-air like wooden sculptures, frozen in their previous
poses. Then, dazzling silver light shot out from their bodies in all directions. The three
masked figures howled in agony as they were reduced to a rain of blood and flesh in the explosion. The black mist surrounding DuPont and Verona
vanished instantly.
Only after his four companions had been reduced to minced meat did the short man finally snap out of his shock.
Not only him, but even the mages and sorcerers who had been fighting him
showed fear at the horrific scene.
Seeing the situation change, the short man, taking advantage of the others' distraction,
flew without hesitation deeper into the slums, simultaneously condensing the black mist into a circular black shield behind him.
Almost simultaneously, a blinding silver light flashed, leaving only a thin, residual
silver line in everyone's eyes. A strong sense of crisis drove the short man to accelerate desperately, but the silver light
caught up with him in just half a breath. The short man abruptly changed his flight path downwards to try and dodge, but the silver light seemed to have locked onto
him, swiftly changing direction in response to his movement, easily piercing through the shield formed of black mist and piercing
his back.
With a piercing scream, the short man, like his companion, perished in a silver explosion
, leaving no trace of his body. The deadly silver light, like the scythe of death, snatched away vibrant life in the blink of an eye.
"This power..."
"You felt it too, Nicole?"
"Although there's a slight difference, it should belong to the same kind of power."
"Not bad, the same power as that 'Eternal Sun Wheel.' Are divine artifacts so common these days?"
"A divine artifact... So it's the power of a divine artifact. No wonder it gave me a feeling of being unable to compete, that oppressive feeling
..."
"The silver 'arrow,' it's here..."
Nicole murmured thoughtfully, looking with interest at the direction from which the silver light came. Dewey chuckled coldly,
revealing an inscrutable expression.
DuPont landed safely on the ground with Saintess Verona in his arms. All the holy knights swarmed around them,
tightly protecting the two in the center. The mages and divine sorcerers still in the air also dared not be careless, guarding against any
possible follow-up moves by the assassins.
"Thank you, Ailu, thanks to you."
Dupont drank a magic potion and regained some color. Verona, aside from being a little frightened
, was unharmed. The saintess smiled warmly in the direction from which the silver light had come. A moment later
, a white figure emerged from the shadows.
It was a tall woman with skin as white and delicate as milk. Her white short-sleeved top and skirt
were completely different from the traditional clothing of the Roland Empire; the revealing attire barely covered some of her most
sensitive areas. She wore a silver mask painted with strange runes, completely obscuring her face,
revealing only two bright, moon-like eyes. Her cloud-like hair cascaded down her back, her long neck slender and alluring. She
appeared delicate and frail, yet her breasts were full and bulging, almost bursting out of her clothes. The
low-cut neckline revealed a deep cleavage, and her long, shapely legs were exposed, full
of elasticity and wildness. Her perfectly hot figure was like a hook, instantly drawing
the attention of every man in the room.
In her right hand, she held a strangely shaped longbow. The streamlined bow resembled a crescent moon in the night sky, faintly
shimmering with a soft light. The two bow points were polished from a transparent crystal, adorned with two curved barbs, each with a sharp edge. Yet, no 　　arrows
were seen on her . 　　The tall woman with the bow remained silent, ignoring the burning gazes around her. She merely 　　nodded slightly to the saintess, seemingly only making a perfunctory appearance, before turning back and disappearing into the shadows once more 　　. 　　"If I had known Miss Ailu was here, I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble. Verona, you 　　didn't even tell me beforehand." 　　"I didn't even have time to say anything before you flew away with me. But if it weren't for your quick wit, Great Mage Dupont 　　, in discovering the cultist's malice beforehand, even Ailu probably wouldn't have been able to save me. In that respect 　　, you did save me. Do you want a reward, Great Mage Dupont?" 　　Dupont said with a wry smile, gulping down another potion. Seeing his somewhat 　　dejected expression, Verona smiled softly, her slightly playful tone a stark contrast to her previous holy and dignified demeanor. Although 　　the relationship between the Mage Guild and the Church had never been harmonious, the disciple of the Mage Guild's president and 　　a church saintess seemed to have a rather close relationship. Neither the Mage Guild members nor the Church 　　members showed any surprise, indicating they were already aware of the situation. 　　The Mage Guild's enforcement team arrived quickly and, seeing that DuPont and the saintess were unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief. 　　However, with the assassination attempt already underway, the temple personnel immediately protected the saintess and quickly left the scene. After a brief chat 　　, DuPont instructed the Mage Guild members to escort Dewey and Nicole back to the Mage Guild headquarters, while he stayed 　　behind to handle the commotion and search for clues about the assassin with the enforcement team. Everything 　　proceeded smoothly and efficiently. 　　The summer sun still shone brightly, but a dark cloud seemed to have already quietly enveloped the empire.

Awaiting the grand festival to come.
The
quiet, spacious room was pitch black, the curtains drawn tight to block out even a ray of light.
Casually lounging on the soft, fur-covered sofa in the center, Dewey flicked his wrist, and a rhomboid
magic crystal appeared in his hand.
Silently channeling magic into it, the patterns on the crystal emitted an increasingly intense light. A white
laser beam shot forward, transforming into a screen of light that displayed a dynamic image, rapidly becoming clear from blurry.
There was no sound, only the bright image, but this pure silence allowed one to focus entirely
on the scene before them, noticing every single detail.
The image showed a dark place, illuminated only by a light spell in the very center. A
petite, dark-haired girl lay naked on the ground in the center. A black blindfold covered her eyes, and
her hands were bound behind her back. A silver choker, inlaid with several crystals
, adorned her slender, swan-like neck, suppressing her spiritual and magical power.
Her once pure and fair face was now flushed, and she moaned softly
, her long, smooth legs pressed together, rubbing back and forth, trying to alleviate
the rising desire within her. Occasionally, she would lick her moist lips with her small tongue, revealing an indescribable, bewitching
expression.
A few seconds later, several tall figures emerged from the shadowy edge of the image, surrounding the girl and
gathering in the center of the only light. They were also completely naked, but each wore a black
mask, completely concealing their faces except for pairs of lustful eyes.
A series of thick, long, erect penises stood erect, engorged with blood. The men, watching the black-haired girl's
uncontrollable lust under the influence of aphrodisiacs, greedily admired her smooth, flawless
skin. Their predatory gazes swept over her slightly protruding, adorable breasts, her flat, alluring abdomen, and
her secret, already moistened area with clear, lustful fluid.
Although no sound could be heard, the men seemed to exchange pleasant glances and words. Then, one of them
knelt before the girl, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her legs wide apart
.
Her already slippery, wet vulva was completely exposed to all the men's gaze. Slightly open, it seemed
ready to receive their penises. The black-haired girl seemed to sense their presence; her slender
waist swayed restlessly, and her lovely mouth uttered intermittent moans and cries.
Then, all the men trembled, bending forward and backward in laughter.
A pair of large hands covered the girl's breasts, lewdly pinching her two pink nipples. With a slight squeeze, the intense
stimulation immediately caused the girl to tense her waist, letting out a scream. Her pitiful and charming appearance
made all the men laugh again.
Then, other men bent down and began to fondle the girl's body. Several hands roamed over her body simultaneously,
kneading and caressing her entire body from her cheeks to her chest, thighs to her lower abdomen, some lightly, some heavily. Some fingers even
went into her mouth, stirring and pulling at her delicate tongue.
The girl, whose delicate body was being carelessly violated by the man, initially struggled slightly, but soon her breathing
became increasingly rapid. Each time the man's hand touched her extremely sensitive areas, her small body trembled
as if electrocuted, her blush deepening, even her flawless white skin taking on a
faint pink hue.
Her smooth legs were spread wide apart, unable to close, and sticky, clear nectar continuously overflowed, her private parts
glistening with a wet, lascivious sheen, making her alluring and mysterious area even more tempting. The man's fingers
gently pinched and stimulated her clitoris while simultaneously inserting
them shallowly into her vagina, slowly rotating in and out. The nectar on his fingertips was used as lubricant on the girl's body.
Seemingly feeling fully prepared, a dark-skinned man grabbed the girl's soft
waist, his hard penis pressing against the entrance of her already wet vagina. Using the slippery nectar, the large
glans easily sank in.
The girl's tight passage seemed to bring immense pleasure. The dark-skinned man breathed deeply with pleasure
, his penis relentlessly thrusting deeper and deeper into her honeypot. After pausing briefly,
he began to pump vigorously.
Her small mouth agape, she gasped uncontrollably. The initial resistance on her face vanished with each powerful thrust
. Though some resentment and confusion lingered, the pleasure of sex
quickly overwhelmed her. Her delicate, fragile body
swayed back and forth with each movement, her legs, initially tense, unconsciously wrapping around his waist,
further binding his penis and her honeypot together.
Her empty lower body was filled by the man's penis. Even though she didn't know
who this man was working so hard on her, the waves of intense pleasure from the friction and penetration made the girl, tormented by aphrodisiacs
, ignore these things that she used to care about. With the men's skillful teasing, she easily succumbed
to the vortex of lust.
The man who was excitedly violating the girl breathed heavily, his hands forcefully grasping and kneading the girl's cute and delicate breasts,
his palms rubbing back and forth against the slightly hardened pink nipples, enjoying the smooth, soft, and
incredibly delicate touch.
Seemingly unable to bear the girl's natural seductiveness any longer, one of the men swallowed hard, grabbed his
thick, black penis, and brought it to the girl's mouth. He rubbed it against her slightly parted, rosy lips a couple of times,
then grabbed her head and inserted most of his penis into her mouth, using her mouth as a vagina
to thrust in and out.
The sudden attack seemed to make the girl uncomfortable; her mouth was stuffed full of the penis, and she could only gasp for breath.
Even breathing became difficult. In the hot, short breaths, the girl's small, fragrant tongue instinctively licked
the large penis thrust into her mouth. This skilled oral sex, completely different from her initial innocent and naive impression, drew
another round of teasing from the men.
"Hmph, hmph," they unleashed their pent-up energy within the girl's body,
the two thick penises simultaneously violating her from both ends, relentlessly thrusting into her delicate, supple body. The hard glans slammed against
her throat and clitoris, like two beasts in heat.
The girl's delicate body was like a small boat in a raging storm, on the verge
of falling apart under the brutal assault of the two men. She gasped for breath in pain, tears streaming uncontrollably from beneath her blindfold.
Her hands were bound behind her back, unable to resist or adjust her position, only able to sway violently with the frenzied thrusting of the penises
, sobbing helplessly.
The man violating the girl's small mouth gripped her head tightly, entwining her smooth, dark hair around his fingers.
He watched as his penis, glistening with saliva, moved in and out of her mouth, and observed
the girl's face, contorted with pain and distress from the violent manipulation. A surge of heat rose within him.
He thrust his penis in and out of the girl's warm, moist mouth with a churning, tumultuous motion.
Soon, both men ejaculated inside the girl, gripping her body tightly,
pushing their penises as far as possible, leaving every last drop of semen inside her.
The girl felt a warmth in her vagina and mouth. Her throat trembled as she swallowed the sticky semen filling her mouth with difficulty
. When the penis was pulled out of her vagina, it was as if a plug had been removed.
A large gush of white, cloudy semen flowed from the girl's vaginal opening, leaving her genitals a sticky mess.
But this was just the beginning. Immediately, men in turn took turns lifting the somewhat dazed girl
, lifting her lithe, boneless body and slowly lowering her onto their erect penises. Then, with a sudden, forceful thrust,
they penetrated most of the way.
Another man, stronger and taller than a gorilla, moved behind the girl with perfect coordination, spreading her pink
buttocks, applying saliva as lubricant to her delicate anus,
rubbing his penis against the entrance a couple of times, and then forcefully thrusting the tip in, penetrating deep inside.
Filled from both ends simultaneously, the strange sense of fullness made the girl shake her head restlessly, overwhelmed by
a feeling of invasion and conquest. Because of her height, her toes couldn't touch the ground. Her petite, delicate
body was suspended in
mid-air by two large, muscular men, sandwiched between them like a sandwich. The girl could only feel a little safer by tightly wrapping her long, white legs around the waist of the man facing her
.
The two huge penises penetrating the girl's lower body went deeper and deeper with the swaying of her body. After a moment,
the two penises moved together. The girl, who had been forced to take an aphrodisiac, almost
reflexively secreted a large amount of vaginal fluid and intestinal fluid the moment the penises entered. The increasingly wet vaginal walls allowed the two
penises to reach the depths almost unimpeded, then withdraw, and then forcefully thrust deeper again,
repeatedly expanding the girl's tight vaginal canal.
After a dozen or so thrusts, having adjusted to the girl's tight passage, the two penises gradually became rhythmic
, as if they had practiced many times before. They skillfully stimulated the girl
's sensitive areas while diligently working back and forth, a stark contrast to the initial rough violation. This caused her to involuntarily immerse herself in waves of
uninterrupted pleasure. Although no sound could be heard, the blushing face of the black-haired girl,
the expression of ecstasy, and her wide-open, moaning lips conveyed
the irresistible pleasure she was experiencing.
The movements gradually intensified, and the two men thrusting into the girl seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.
Their thick, long penises stretched wide open the girl's tight passages, rapidly moving in and out. Even the outlines of their penises were faintly visible on her lower abdomen , as if 　　the weapons ravaging
her passages might burst through her belly at any moment .
The vast difference in size made it hard to believe how the girl's petite body
could swallow two such enormous penises.
The double pleasure stimulated the girl's cerebral cortex, quickly overwhelming her rationality. Her tender, fragrant tongue
emerged from her open mouth, clear saliva dripping unconsciously from its tip. Her hazy, intoxicated expression suggested she
had become a prisoner of lust, swaying her slender waist with the thrusting of the penises. She seemed
incapable of thinking anything other than moaning and enjoying the sexual pleasure brought by the men's penises.
The two tall men violating the girl from both ends grew increasingly excited; the girl's petite body was like a doll in their hands
, allowing them to play with her at will. Four rough, large hands caressed the girl's smooth thighs
and immature breasts. The bulging veins of his penis seemed to have inexhaustible energy, thrusting forcefully into her
two orifices as if in a competition. The mixed, obscene fluids sprayed everywhere with each violent, frenzied act,
the extremely lewd atmosphere palpable even through the screen.
The powerful penis slowly brought the girl to her climax. Her snow-white, delicate body was glistening with sweat,
her long, straight black hair already soaked. The girl tilted her cute little head back, exhaling hot
breaths, her legs intertwined tightly around the man's waist, her delicate toes curled together, and
copious amounts of love juice gushing from her honeyed orifice.
With relentless friction against the girl's incredibly tight vaginal canals, the two men also
reached their climax in the next moment, thick, massive amounts of semen shooting out in endless streams, shamelessly sowing all
their seeds inside the girl's body.
As the penis was pulled out, it was as if a plug had been opened, and a stream of white fluid gushed
out from the girl's vagina and anus. The two openings, stretched open, could not close for a moment,
and some bruises even appeared on some parts of her body that had been roughly grabbed and pinched by the men. However, this pitiful and miserable appearance did not elicit any sympathy from anyone present
. On the contrary, it made all the men look at her sweet and alluring body with even more lewd eyes.
As soon as the girl was put down, two men who had been watching and masturbating for a while surrounded her. Their engorged,
unbearably hard penises were aimed at her pretty face, and two streams of murky semen shot directly onto
her face. They then held the semen to her mouth for her to clean it off in turn.
The girl knelt with some difficulty on the ground covered in a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, and, using her familiar technique,
stuck out her pink tongue and skillfully licked the remaining semen from the two foul-smelling penises. Another
masked man, burning with lust, appeared behind her, silently pulling her up.
Before the girl could react, the man had already lifted one of her legs, and his thick, hard penis instantly plunged into her still
-dripping, ravaged vagina.
With absolutely no room for refusal, the girl stood unsteadily on one leg as the man behind her thrust
into her, pumping violently. The powerful impact made it increasingly difficult for her to maintain her balance, but immediately
another man, still not satisfied, pressed her head between his legs, shoving his hard penis into her screaming mouth
, and began thrusting forcefully from the front.
One masked man after another took turns plundering every part of the girl's body,
arranging her in various positions and tirelessly ejaculating onto her.
The girl, who initially had some self-awareness, was eventually too exhausted to think, only able to moan and groan as she
was relentlessly violated by the energetic men.
"Xue... tell me, what should we do?"
On the screen, the silent humiliation continued, with new men constantly joining this depraved feast
, seemingly without end. Dewey, twirling his emerald flute, turned to the female mage standing to the side and spoke in a strange tone
.
"I will follow your orders... Your Majesty..."
Qianlixue calmly watched the scene on the screen, replying with a serene and composed expression.
"Sigh, it seems there's no other way. Then... we'll just have to kill that prince."
Duwei smiled, yawned, and sank even more lazily into the incredibly soft and comfortable cushions.
(To be continued)

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