The Holy Demonic Stem [Full Text]

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The world of heroes in the apocalypse is dark; it's hard to name this era. All that's known is that plague ravaged the land, and demons were its very offspring.

Outside the ancient city of Pasigelt, a vast expanse of darkness reigned. What was once the continent's most fertile land had been transformed into a wasteland of corpses by the plague, filled with stench, decay, and the stench of death. It resembled a vast breeding ground for demons.

No one knew when the demons began to multiply. In the final Battle of Saint Gers, a total of 440,000 humans and demons perished outside Pasigelt—the most devastating defeat in history. Pasigelt itself was almost completely annihilated and burned. No one, no nation, could handle such a massive massacre. Thus, the seeds

of evil were sown! The dark monarch, the 'King of the Dead,' Nonavi, began building his army there, driving his demonic soldiers to spread like a plague.

The land, ravaged by years of war, was crumbling. The once unified Gaulish Empire, a symbol of imperial power, had been forcibly fragmented into dozens of city-states. Each city, independent and self-reliant, could only maintain a few thousand soldiers—far too few to resist the Undead King. Cities fell one after another.

That year, I was seven.

My father carried me for ten months to reach the remote northern city of Bright City. He said the destiny of the sword had guided us there. In his hand lay a heavy sword forged from pure black iron, called the Demon Sword, a family heirloom.

My father valued it more than I did.

Later, we arrived at the center of the Holy Church, known as humanity's last bastion: the Holy City of Ravel.

The Ravel people were one of the largest and most powerful races on the continent, inheriting the spirit and power of the former Gaulish Empire. In this fragmented land, the Holy City of Ravel was the only remaining sanctuary capable of rallying national consciousness and standing up to the demons.

I was baptized into a Christian following my father. Christians are absolutely holy, unlike any religion I knew before. It was one of absolute reverence; chanting spells and singing were forbidden. Later I learned that it was the highest church dedicated to exorcising demons.

At that time, the Holy Church was a symbol of unity and spirit between city-states.

The greatsword in my father's hand was an exorcising sword, one of the three holy swords in the world. It was this sword that led him here, guiding a foreigner with no connection to this land to fight for his ideals.

To rise above others—these four words were not only my father's greatest goal, but also the only belief that sustained us, father and son, as we wandered far from home.

My father was incredibly brave, but fate played a cruel trick on him. He ultimately died of illness, unable to achieve his desired rise above others, let alone die on the battlefield.

I was just seventeen that year. My father held my hand tightly and handed me the heavy sword, which I could no longer lift, in his own hands. He told me to use my own blood to gain the sword's approval. I dripped my blood onto the hilt… From that moment on, this sword was mine.

From then on, no one could command this sword! Except me, my blood, my bloodline… As a child, I followed my father, traveling to more than twenty cities, large and small. My heart had long since lost any concept of patriotism. To me, the only difference between people was between the strong and the weak.

At twenty-one, I was already capable of leading a small squad of soldiers to conquer the entire Ghost Realm. My talent was quickly recognized, and the sword in my hand gradually established its divine power. When I slew my first lich, I would never forget his shrill scream. He said he saw it! The curse of the evil spirits was spreading over me… I was young and impetuous at the time, and I didn't care what he was screaming about. I cut off his head to claim credit. To me, his purpose in existing was to promote me to company commander.

By the time I was twenty-five, I had chopped off countless lich heads. I didn't care about their curses at all. If curses truly existed, these demons would have been cursed and exposed by humans tens of thousands of times over.

By the time I was thirty-two, I was the most famous demon-slaying general and commander. The reputation of the Nirvana Sword was known to all. With two hundred thousand troops under my command, I was unstoppable.

However, before I slew the Undead King, he seemed to have foreseen my arrival, as if he understood his own destiny. He raved madly, spouting incoherent curses, saying that I was exactly like him, both born to slaughter living beings, that the power of the 'blood curse' had solidified within me, and that I... ultimately belonged to the devil... Heh... perhaps so. So, without any remorse, I cleaved his body in two, severed his hand, and used the light of the Nirvana Sword to cleanse his evil form. His demonic head would be forever imprisoned within the Holy Bell of the City of Light.

At this point, I had become the most famous ruler on the land. History should record all of this in my heroic deeds, but it was merely the beginning of all misfortune.

Since my bloodline doesn't belong to this land, even though I've eliminated a thorn in their side for over fifty years, and even brought the city of Paschalt under their control, this great city, now under the Holy Church's leadership, needs a new lord, and the new nation is eagerly awaiting the guidance of a new leader. And who else but me is qualified?

I was so naive. Living among the Lavellians for so long had made me accustomed to their 'discrimination,' and I overlooked the fact that the Lavellians are arrogant and unreasonable. They consider themselves a superior people with a great culture and a glorious past of a century-old empire. How could such a nation and people allow a red-haired foreigner to lead them?

Dicapo, that skinny and despicable fellow, originally didn't even know how to wield a sword. If I hadn't treated him like a brother, how could he have risen through the ranks with my army to become my second-in-command?

I trusted him too much. Even though the Holy Church's leader had hinted at supporting him as the new city lord, I still couldn't believe he would betray me like this.

Long before I led my troops to defeat the Death King, I was inexplicably accused of many false crimes: a cruel and tyrannical marshal, a bloodthirsty maniac from another land… These strange and unfounded rumors not only revealed many people's dissent about my hair and skin color but also showed the Lavellians' distrust of outsiders. Of

course, I was aware of these reasons, but under the reputation of the Demon-Slaying Sword, I didn't expect the church leaders to remain silent until the Holy City was recaptured and the evil demons were successively annihilated. Only then did these problems erupt one after another.

At this point, Lavellians no longer needed an outsider to lead them. With the Death King's death, the 'power' of the Holy Sword in my hand, which carried the reputation of slaying demons, seemed to vanish bit by bit in an instant… They no longer needed, nor could they tolerate, this so-called demon-exorcising and demon-subduing power.

Everyone praised my performance and defended me back then, but now only one after another they are running away and betraying me. Only now have I finally tasted the power of the evil spirit's 'blood curse'... Before the elders could turn on me and kill me, I hurriedly fled the royal city with my wife and two children. On the way, I knew I couldn't get much further... I disguised my son as a beggar, tied him to the horse's belly, and headed east. The other side of the sea was our homeland. My son was my last hope. As the pursuers drew closer, I knew that Dicapo, that bastard! He only wanted my corpse, not me. Along the way,

I was forced to constantly kill my own kind, which not only caused my protective spiritual energy accumulated over the years to disappear, turning me into a mortal, but also gradually exhausted the last of my strength for fleeing to the ends of the earth.

I was forced to lead my wife and daughter through the still-unreclaimed Green Ghost Forest. Because of our desperate situation, we were trapped.

We had nowhere else to go; this was my only option. However, the pursuers had changed from cavalry to hordes of skeletons. I had no choice but to let my wife take 14-year-old Mona and flee, giving her a short sword… a final sword… Unfortunately, I ultimately… I was defeated by humans. My arm was bitten off by a giant, one-headed beast, and I'll never be able to lift that exorcising sword again. Then, I was pinned to the roots of a ginseng tree, tortured. I could feel my impending end. Though my heart was filled with rage, I also awaited my release… Just then, two sisters approached. A seductive, alluring woman appeared before me. I knew they were the concubines of the Death King, named 'Yu Xie Ji' and 'Ling Yao Mei'.

I truly regretted not killing these sisters before, allowing them to escape here. They were notorious harlots in the demon realm. I had slaughtered every demon in the world, yet no demon or monster could escape my discerning eyes. They scurried before me like mice before a cat. But now, they… were the last people I wanted to encounter.

This pitch-black ghost forest was the perfect place for them to be nurtured and strengthened. My existence provided them with the best toys for venting their anger, seeking revenge, and having fun!

The enchanting spirit, that vile and nauseatingly seductive witch, seemed born with a cruel nature. She whipped me relentlessly for three days and three nights, subjecting me to every form of torture. After tormenting my bloodied and mangled body, she mercilessly drained every drop of blood from my neck, determined to turn me into her untouchable, immortal pet.

Then, my wife and daughter were quickly found. The final sword… was indeed plunged deep into my wife's own chest. Yes, my dear wife… in the end… she still used that sword.

Even as a mother, she couldn't bear to see her daughter off on her final journey. My beloved daughter, now with only one vacant eye, like a walking corpse… has become a captive of the two enchanting witches.

These two vixens tried every means to subdue me, but my will was like steel. Even if you want to turn my body into demons, into ashes! You cannot twist the last vestige of my will as the 'Grand Marshal of Demon Subduing'!

These two harlots discussed it endlessly, trying to force me into submission. Finally, they gave up trying to control me, because they had devised an even crueler, more wicked plan… They wanted my daughter to inherit the divine sword through her blood. I don't know how these two harlots knew this secret method. Without my blood, the divine sword could only be resealed and regain its demon-slaying power through my bloodline. And now, having received my daughter Mona's blood, the divine sword belonged to her.

Mona, her eyes glazed over, couldn't hear a sound except from those two hateful witches. They ordered Mona to use her divine heavy sword to hack at my bleeding body, slice by slice.

I guessed right; the most gruesome way to die was to encounter these two sisters!

Then, piece after piece of my demonized flesh was sliced off, like endless, ceaseless pain… endless… Demons, normally, could revive as long as they had a drop of blood left, after absorbing enough demonic power. But the parts cut by the divine sword and cleansed by holy light would never grow back. These two sisters wanted to watch their plaything, bit by bit, painfully, slowly, become an ugly toy… Finally, amidst their mockery and clamor, I gradually… became… a life form reduced to nothing but a simple, writhing being, a conscious, thoughtful, and memoryless object of lust.

My body was later [entire text][entire text] completely purified by the light of the divine sword. How laughable! The unique weapon I once wielded had now become the divine instrument that ended me. How ironic… yet it also confirmed the demonic power of the blood curse!

What remains is this final, disgusting lump of flesh, containing my memories, everything about me… Having lost all my senses, all that's left is lust, the instinct to drink blood… and the strange senses unique to demons.

A demon without eyes, mouth, or nose can only rely on its superhuman 'demonic senses.'

These senses grant it the ability to perceive all living beings within a 10-foot radius, a power surpassing that of humans.

It's pathetic that Yu Xie Ji stuffed me, now a toy, into my daughter's untouched lower body. I uncontrollably drained her virgin blood, turning her into a demonic pet slave. Then, I was used as a plaything by all the witches, helplessly serving those lewd and wicked demons… From that day on, my sole purpose was to live for the amusement and ridicule of these demons!

Yu Xie Ji never turned my daughter into a true witch because she wanted to keep Mona's human identity as a source of mockery and ridicule.

My daughter, once a mischievous and adorable lively girl, grew increasingly thin, until she became almost like a skeleton, suffering torment alongside me in this endless, miserable hell… I have been waiting, through countless years… for the 'only hope' that could free us from all this… Twenty long years have passed, and finally, that day has arrived… My mutated, supernatural senses tell me that my son has finally come.

He has finally brought warriors from afar to this place. My good son, come quickly… end your father's cursed life here!

As his blade pierced through that vile woman, 'Spiritual Enchantress,' he neither knew nor noticed that what was deeply buried within her was a living, obscene creature… My daughter, Mona, quickly retrieved my body from Spiritual Enchantress's body and secretly hid it… Hidden it, so no one would notice, and no one would discover it… Perhaps my strong son still vaguely recognized his frail, pitiful sister, even though she was now just a frail, broken body. He still took Mona back to the city and imprisoned her in the dungeon, because that was the only chance for Mona to continue living.

However, soon, my Mona also died of illness in the dark dungeon. Besides falling into an endless hell with endless sorrow, shame, and hatred, no one could free me from all this.

After absorbing the demonic nectar of all the demonesses and the blood of my own daughter… a vast, inexplicable demonic energy seemed to be constantly shifting within me. I couldn't break free; I lost all human senses, and only pain and rage remained—the only things I could do.

A demon without a master, without a body, was thus imprisoned and left to gestate forever.

Soon, without limbs, I fell into a deep, deep sleep, like entering hibernation.

However, my senses remained sharp. The dungeon was changing; time seemed to speed up a thousandfold. The dungeon crumbled, and everything seemed to return to the era of demonic rampage. I could feel the blood of the continent flowing ceaselessly, dripping onto the dilapidated floor and being absorbed by me, bit by bit.

Countless years and months have passed… The first ancient memory: arid, cracked plains, incapable of cultivating any grains, covered only with strange plants. These alien creatures exhaled an unbearable stench, creating the most peculiar sight on this continent. These demonic plants grew by feeding on human blood and rotting flesh. More than

a third of the continent's land had become such wastelands and ruins. Two or three centuries of constant warfare had caused the soil to absorb an endless stream of decay and stench, turning it into an incurable cancer.

Since the establishment of the 'Decapo Dynasty', the scenes of rampant demons and wars have become rare. The leading demon forces have been almost completely wiped out and disappeared. The power of the demon race has been quiet for a long time. This rare period of less than a few decades was also a rare time of peace and prosperity on this continent.

Furthermore, on the continent, fragmented for over a century, a powerful wave of anticipation for ethnic integration and dynastic unification was brewing, with the new leader of the Lavellians, King Decapo, possessing the greatest potential to unify the entire scattered continent and restore the power of the unified Gaul dynasty of a century ago.

Meanwhile, on the surface of Malta, the heart of this civilized world, although more than a dozen other diverse ethnic groups and cultures existed, they ultimately could not resist the powerful desire for stability, interdependence, and unification that humanity had experienced after the defeat of the demons. Soon, driven by choice or involuntarily, the various small kingdoms were annexed one by one into the so-called new dynasty, the Decapo Empire.

At that time, the clever and cunning King Decapo took advantage of this rare momentum and external power, step by step, time and again… employing various means to consolidate his power and eliminate dissent.

The so-called supreme command church for exterminating demons, the Church of Holy Light, which was jointly elected by the continent of Malta, seemed to become Decapo's second victim at that time. Beset by internal and external troubles, it gradually weakened under his manipulation.

Decapo cleverly established a new church relying on magic and seeking fame to replace the old Church of Holy Light. However, from that era onward, it seems that no Holy Spirit army with absolute "anti-magic power" ever appeared again. Warrior teams capable of sweeping away all undead were disbanded, replaced by a proliferation of dazzling, magical new forces.

Decapo was a very cunning man; he possessed the innate talent to be a ruthless leader. Such a person's thoughts are not outwardly expressed, but inwardly they are absolutely ruthless and unscrupulous.

Although he appeared incredibly warm and devoted to his friends, he was actually utterly useless, timid, and cowardly, especially when it came to serious matters… Yet, no one knew that he was adept at manipulating people's minds.

Edan DeCapo, originally from a wealthy family, was taught from a young age by his father the so-called path of a ruthless tyrant, how to exploit relationships, win people over, and use any means necessary to achieve his goals.

His father constantly instructed him to invest in people with 'value,' believing that only through such continuous long-term investment could he have the so-called 'opportunity' to propel himself to higher positions in life… His father himself won a knighthood by bribing officials, and this saying was firmly etched into young DeCapo's mind. But soon, his father seemed to receive his just deserts.

DiCapo's father was imprisoned for accepting huge bribes, offending the royal family, and their family quickly fell into poverty. Accustomed to a life of luxury, he was forced to join the army at the age of nineteen to escape debt collectors. It was there that he met the most important 'brother' of his life, a boy from another race: Ister. Kainan.

Ister was a red-haired, taciturn oddball. He was used to being ostracized and discriminated against from birth. In an army almost entirely composed of Lavellians, his appearance was strikingly different. His dark eyes, unusual skin, and hair color set him apart from the blue-eyed people of his race.

However, in the army commanded by the Holy Church, countless soldiers died every day in the desolate ghost realm. Therefore, the addition of more soldiers from other races like him was not considered superfluous.

They all had to be baptized as saints, receiving God's permission to slay evil spirits other than humans. However, they were forbidden from chanting or casting spells for life. Before each battle, they had to receive a baptism of holy light, as if enveloped and protected by the Holy Spirit. Thus, compared to ordinary soldiers who became slaves to demons upon inhaling the evil aura of rotting corpses, the saints' warriors were particularly effective against demons.

Nevertheless, the Death King's army was still very strong and powerful. The accumulated corpses and rotting flesh over the years had nourished his demon soldiers and ghost troops. He often relied on a hundred times the strength of the undead to forcefully conquer cities, and then used the corpses to feed his army. In this way, he continued to invade day after day, and the war between humans and demons had been in a stalemate for more than a hundred years.

Dicapo was clever. After several firsthand battles, he immediately recognized the extraordinary prowess of the alien youth and saw through the powerful, magical weapon in his hand. Excited, like someone who had seen through their cards in a gamble, he decided to bet everything on this strange boy.

Dicapo actively sought to get close to the boy; he knew Ister. Kainan lacked friends most of all, and he considered Ister his best friend, prioritizing his affairs over his own. Even though Ister sometimes couldn't offer any help, Dicapo always stepped in, and when necessary, acted as a mediator in Ister's conflicts. In this way, he easily won the boy's complete trust.

Whenever Ister slew a ferocious corpse demon, Dicapo, who followed behind, seemed to cower in fear for most of the time. Despite this, he always insisted on staying behind Kainan, but never once did he actually participate in the fight.

However, every time Kenan received an award, he would never forget to share it with Dicapo, and always the largest share. He treated Dicapo like a brother, even though he had no biological brothers.

Lavelle City was the second largest city on the continent. After the largest city, 'Paschgelt,' fell to the demon realm, Lavelle became the last bastion in the hearts of all Lavelle people and the command center for all humanity's fight against demons. Over the years, the deployment and command of troops between all nations gradually came to be unified under the Lavelle Holy See.

People change. When Ister took over the prestigious 'Lavelle Holy War Banner,' becoming the most influential leader on the continent, Dicapo could no longer tolerate being forever in someone else's shadow. He knew it was time for him to make his move.

He secretly bribed many lobbyists, both inside and outside the region, spreading the image of Ister as a murderous monster. Simultaneously, he aroused the Lavellians' prejudice and intolerance towards their leader, describing and slandering him as a 'bastard of unknown origin,' even fabricating accusations that he was a patricide. Soon, Ister, fighting on the front lines, had no idea when he had become a universally reviled target.

However, during Ister's most difficult time, his greatest comfort came not from his beloved wife, but from General Decapo, who had risen to become his right-hand man.

He [entirely] fell into Decapo's trap. Decapo told Ister that once he beheaded the Death King, the world would believe in him, and all the rumors would crumble.

Ister [the entire text] completely believed this claim and devoted all his energy to breaking down the devil's last line of defense. Meanwhile, DiCaprio, on the other hand, was busy bribing all the noble confidants inside and outside the Papacy, even the Patriarch of the Holy Church… He was waiting to see if Ister could eliminate the hidden anxieties in people's hearts before letting him fall into the trap they had laid.

Ister's army had been fighting abroad for many years, and he trusted DiCaprio, just as before. He believed his brother would do his best to mediate and defend him. This time, he left his good brother in the holy city of Laville, wanting him to seek justice for his innocence.

Soon, the campaign to launch the allied forces against the Death King finally ended. After more than three years of a long march, he returned in triumph. However, what awaited him was a chorus of voices from both within and outside the realm demanding his execution as the 'murderous monster.' The human world no longer needed such a cruel butcher... And so... Ister's military power was quickly seized by the Papacy's elders. Caught between a rock and a hard place, he watched helplessly as his brothers, one after another, shouted in his presence: "Drive out the murderer! Expel the foreigners! Restore the great glory of Gaul!"... Hearing the entire... The slogans echoed across the land. Looking at everything before him, his heart was utterly dead.

He… had once been the most valiant demon slayer in people's hearts, and also the most terrifying 'Great Demon King'. Even the Death King, the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, could not escape becoming a mortal beast beneath his sword. And then, suddenly, [the entire story] vanished without a trace… However, the struggle between the Papacys was only the beginning. In the years since Ister's disappearance, 'power' had unleashed a series of bloody political massacres and struggles, and Dicapo, who had been the co-elect of the monarch, ultimately formally dissolved… The Church of Divinity, a major threat, secretly persecuted and assassinated all its members, and established a new church based on sorcery and magic to win over the people and strengthen its power.

Thus, Decapo finally achieved his ultimate dream of absolute power, and his name, a name that became a resounding chant among the people of Laville, ushered in another brief period of unified rule on the continent… the New Empire of Decapo.

However, without an adversary like the Church of Divinity, the undead on this land… seemed to begin to… They revived, and from that time on, history never again saw a great army possessing the 'protection of the Holy Body's spiritual light, capable of single-handedly exorcising demons and monsters… Chapter Two: The Beginning of Fate Author: marcyu 'Sera…this abandoned house seems rather unclean…' Two young sisters hurried through the damp, desolate wasteland.

One of them had a peculiar magical artifact at her waist, while the other carried a scythe-shaped weapon on her back, whistling crisply in the wind like a wind chime. Suddenly, they stopped beside a pile of ruins, examining it closely.

'In this bright sunshine, why is the soil here so damp?' the younger girl said, pointing to the black, wet ground.

'This is the only way to Bulge City, there shouldn't be anything unclean here…' said a slightly older girl with some worry. They were both only teenagers, and it seemed inappropriate for them to be in this wasteland.

These two sisters were honored guests invited by Bulge City, the Itvis sisters, female warriors born with magical and divine powers.

The younger sister had a shapely figure, with high, firm buttocks and breasts that were almost exposed by her tight-fitting clothes. These features were made exceptionally large by her slender waist, which contrasted sharply with her youthful and mischievous face. The contrast was like that of a child who had developed too early… Perhaps years of physical training had resulted in her voluptuous yet sturdy figure.

Compared to her sister, she was much thinner and more frail, possessing a sickly beauty that radiated from her. Her delicate figure, small breasts, and intellectual aura perfectly embodied the allure of a female magician. Although

the sun was still high in the sky, her sister, Sera Etevis, who possessed a keen precognitive ability, could sense a hint of foreboding.

"I heard this used to be... the territory of that... the son of a murderer... Why has it become such a gloomy place? There might be many hidden lairs inside..." Little sister, Liv. Etevis saw a large area of broken bricks and tiles, imagining its former grandeur. Now, its ruins, riddled with holes, sent a chill down her spine. This

was the first time either of them had left their master, departed from their familiar surroundings, and come to the remote city of Booker.

"Shh... we can't mention that person's name... Master told us we must never mention that demon." On this continent, there is a name that cannot be spoken, it is... the name of a murderous demon king.

"Yes, I'm just curious... Sera, aren't you curious too?" Liv tilted her head, looking at her serious sister. She was used to her sister's temper, but the mischievous girl still asked with a sidelong glance.

"All I know is that our teacher wants us to hurry to Booker to meet up with the others. We shouldn't guess or worry about anything else..." Sera took out a seven-hole flute-like instrument from her waist, a treasure capable of producing magic and hidden golden needles.

Liv's weapons on her back were two scythes that looked like they had lost their handles. They had no grips, only a horizontal blade, forming an inverted T-shape in her palm. The curved hilts resembled the protruding weapon between her index and middle fingers, like a praying mantis. Both treasures had holes, which made a tinkling sound when the wind blew through them.

These two were the Holy King's prized weapons. He instructed his disciples to master his unparalleled skills, wanting the world to know and admire him. He was proficient in martial arts, magic, and incantations, and his disciples were all the best in their respective fields.

"Seriously... Sera, why are you so rigid... Can't you feel it... Think about it, how dashing Prince Decapo was back then? He was so handsome, killing that demon son in just a few moves. If I were born back then, I would definitely be a great general. This place was a magnificent city a hundred years ago..." Liv gestured exaggeratedly.

She was talking about Itan, the son of the murderous king, from over a hundred years ago. The story of Kenan, Kenan, is the most evil name on the entire continent, forbidden to be mentioned by anyone.

What they knew were the histories recorded by the dynasties, and of course they didn't know how Prince Decapo knelt down and begged Itan for mercy... This is the eastern part of the continent, far away from the ghostly southern dead zone, but this was once the birthplace of Itan, the demon son of the human world.

"Alright, that's enough. If we don't hurry, it'll get dark soon. Liv... what are you doing?" Sera frowned, hoping to leave this uncomfortable place quickly. Suddenly, she saw her younger sister, who seemed to have discovered something.

"Sera! Look, a section of the ground has collapsed, and there's a huge hole!" Liv shouted loudly, as if she had seen a treasure. Unlike her sister's composure, she was sixteen years old, highly skilled in martial arts, wielding only the "Bright Moon Wheel" inverted mantis scimitar, which was as fast as lightning.

But, she was still a mischievous little devil.

"Silly sister... what does it matter to you whether the ground collapses or not... this place is already ruins... hurry up and leave, or you'll be left here alone..." Sera was a little impatient, the seven-holed weapon in her hand making a constant whirring sound, which annoyed her and gave her a bad feeling.

"Stingy Sera! What are you afraid of? Hmph... I'm just telling you, maybe you can find treasure here!" "Look... there's a huge depression down there... it might be an armory..." Liv looked innocently at the bottomless pit, vaguely seeing a glittering reflection, which she mistook for a weapon.

Although she also felt a slight unpleasant stench, she and her sister had been raised by the Holy King, Zos, since childhood, and had seen many things. Even if there were any evil things, they couldn't be harmed.

Zos was the brother of the Pope of the Church of Law, the only religion on this continent. Because he couldn't win the position of Pope, he proclaimed himself the Holy King, avoiding trouble and cultivating his reputation. He trained eleven disciples, some of whom became famous heroes on the continent. Therefore, he sent these two newly trained female disciples to Buckel for training.

'Silly girl...you better watch out...ah!!' Sera was about to warn her sister about getting too close to the hole when, before she could finish speaking, the clod of earth under Liv's feet slid down. She was horrified and yelled at the hole.

"Liv...Liv! Are you alright, Liv...?!" After confirming her sister was unharmed, she fastened her flute, took out a flint and steel, burned a rag, and wrapped it around the wood. Unable to find anything to use as a rope, she decided to go down first... With a nimble movement, she jumped down.

"Ah!...Ouch...Damn stinky floor...Damn it..." Although Liv fell, thankfully the ground wasn't high. She bounced off the ground after a brief impact, rolling twice to dissipate the force. Her curved sword, hanging on her back, flipped out to her palm, protecting her like a mantis. Her agility was even greater than her sister's, but actually, the fall didn't hurt at all. The floor, like a brittle cake, was scattered everywhere.

A short while later, Liv sheathed her sword, dusted herself off, and waited for her sister to come down.

"Ah!" "It stinks... Sera..." Liv pinched her nose. The cloud of smoke she had seen from above only became apparent now that it had fallen, releasing a thick, foul-smelling stench of decay. Sera jumped down as well, using the fire in her hand to extinguish the miasma, and then they slowly began to see their surroundings.

"This...where is...it looks like...Ah!! Sera!" Liv screamed, clinging tightly to Sera, because she saw that she was standing on a pile of skeletons.

"Ah! Ah! What a disgusting place...Sera..." She immediately jumped to a spot without bones. Unlike her composed sister, this little sister, though she could kill demons without batting an eye, couldn't help but show the same fear as a little girl upon seeing the pile of corpses and bones.

'Hmm… this should be where the corpses were buried… but it looks like a dungeon…' Sera suppressed her fear and panic. After all, her younger sister was still under her protection. She quickly examined the exit. Judging from the shadows on the ground, it wasn't weapons, but thick iron chains.

'Ugh… Sera… let's get out of here quickly… it's so scary…' Liv didn't want to stay here for even half a second. Not only was the air foul, but it was also filled with the smell of death.

'Idiot… you weren't afraid of killing skeletons, but you're scared like this by the bones lying on the ground… humph!' The sisters hadn't actually encountered many demons. The ones they had killed were mostly small demons captured by Zos. Therefore, being trapped in a pile of bones for the first time, they couldn't help but feel afraid. But as the older sister, she had to take responsibility for taking care of her younger sister. She calmed herself down and became strong.

"It's different...it's different...Sera...let's go quickly..." Liv buried her head behind her sister, only daring to glance sideways. She didn't want to stay in this pile of bones for even a second longer. Her legs trembled slightly, and as her older sister, she could only hold her hand and focus on finding an exit.

"Sigh...the iron cage here, although the door latches are all rusted off, the exit seam is blocked by sand. It seems there's no way out over there either." Sera had been confident that her sister possessed an invincible weapon, but after searching and pondering for a long time, trying every possible way to leave the dungeon, it was still ineffective. The sharp-eyed Sera thought for a while and decided to use the iron chains on the ground... "Wait...wait...look!" Sera first noticed something unusual.

In this narrow dungeon, there was only one desiccated corpse chained to the ground. The other corpses seemed to have been thrown into this pit from above, as if it were a burial pit for disposing of corpses.

"The iron chains next to it are empty...there's only one...no!" Sera suddenly tensed up. The seven-hole flute at her waist flashed in her palm, all seven holes facing the corpse… 'Sera!?' Startled, Liv also swiftly drew two crescent-shaped scimitars, looking at her sister, though she didn't know what was happening.

'This corpse has a strange smell, neither demonic nor not… its aura is very weak… but this pit must be over a hundred years old… look at the extent of the decay… but only that corpse hasn't decomposed!' Sera, with her sharp eyes, noticed this strange place. Her nervous younger sister, Liv, without saying a word, with two crisp, sharp sounds, her two crescent-shaped scimitars swiftly pierced the corpse.

'Wait… wait…!' Sera cried out. The corpse was practically blown into dozens of pieces. She knew her sister's handiwork, but she hadn't expected her to be so reckless.

'Ouch!' Then Liv cried out, a little blood seeping from her right index finger. It turned out the secret room was too cramped; when the scimitar bounced off the floor, the force was too great, accidentally cutting her.

"I told you to be careful, but you wouldn't listen! This small secret room isn't suitable for using the 'Bright Moon Wheel,' but you wouldn't listen..." This scimitar was extremely powerful, effective both at close range and long range. Ordinary weapons could be broken into pieces with a few clangs, and the force it generated was considerable. Without skill and proper distance, it was easy to seriously injure oneself.

"Ouch...it hurts...how was I supposed to know? You said it was dangerous, of course I'd help you as your sister..." Liv bit her lower lip, looking utterly aggrieved.

"I told you to be careful, not that it was dangerous..." Sera looked at her sister's pouting face and couldn't help but mutter a few words.

'Let me see… Hmph… such a small injury and you're making such a fuss…' Sera glanced at it; it was just a scratch, a minor wound. Thankfully, this girl had practiced her curved sword for ten years, and although she missed in the secret chamber, it wasn't a big deal.

'It hurts! I got hurt because of you, and you can't even say a kind word, hmph! Rigid…' Liv was grumbling, her bandages dripping blood onto the hilt of her sword. Sera ignored her, looking at the mangled corpse and muttering to herself.

'I originally wanted you to cut off the iron chain. This corpse is quite strange, but since it's been lying there for so long, just ignore it and continue on our way. Why cause trouble for no reason?' The older sister frowned, looking at the scattered corpses, muttering to herself.

'Damn it! Silly Sera, please don't yell like that anymore, you'll scare people to death!' Liv tapped her head, her swollen forehead groaning in exasperation. Her sister was too cautious and strange; she could never figure out what she was thinking.

"Don't bother me..." her sister suddenly became serious again. This time, Liv ignored her and continued her nagging.

From the rotting, splattered pieces on the ground, an even more foul, acidic stench emanated—not from the corpse, but from the mass of flesh that had been blasted open by the knife. Seeing this, Liv quickly drew her own wheel, not daring to be careless.

"Bright Golden Needles!" Sera hissed, and golden needles shot out from her flute, all striking the writhing mass of flesh. After a short while, the movement stopped.

"What...what...what is that? It's wriggling...like a worm..." Liv asked anxiously, following her sister step by step closer to examine it.

"Ah!" Within the swirling mass of rotting flesh lay a shriveled, trembling lump of flesh resembling a man's phallus. It was black, dry, and larger than a normal man's penis, with all the gold needles embedded in it.

"What kind of lewd thing is this? Humph!" Liv blushed, anger rising at the sight. Without a word, she sliced it in two with a snap. The lewd thing didn't spurt blood; instead, Liv didn't notice that the blood dripping onto her scimitar was rapidly absorbed.

The two girls stared at the grotesque creature, motionless. The strange aura in the air seemed to vanish, and they assumed it was an undeveloped little demon. They didn't dwell on it, but being in the same room as that ugly thing was unpleasant, and Liv was also afraid to stay there. Therefore, they carefully cut all the chains and tied them into a long enough rope to climb up.

"Huh?!" The younger sister turned her head to look.

"What are you doing? Silly sister?" The older sister, who was tying iron chains, looked at her sister who had suddenly turned her head.

'No, I just wanted to say whether that ghost thing had any...'

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