Heresy Clash

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Under the bright moonlight, a massive energy surge erupted from the summit of Mount Anier. Black flames and golden light mingled on the peak, clearly visible throughout the Amazon region. Rhodes, with his Mirror Image ability, could see the situation even more clearly. After a clash, the two retreated rapidly. At the spot where they had fought, a black snake and a white lion appeared, tearing at each other fiercely before disappearing in a series of explosions. Both cursed each other as "cunning old foxes." The previous head-on clash was merely bait; their true killing moves were the black snake and white lion that appeared later.

From their very first exchange, Anier knew he was going to lose. Perhaps he could have fought back in his prime, but after years of recuperation, Anier had lost his former sharpness. In contrast, Pandain, as the henchman of the "Mask," had constantly grown stronger through life-or-death experiences. The difference in their strength was immediately apparent. Anier looked at his wound, splattered with golden blood, and then at Pandain with a grave expression. If Rhodes's men didn't arrive soon, he would be killed in his own home.

Looking at the bleeding White Lion before him, Pandain's previous awe of the legendary old man vanished. So the White Lion was nothing special after all. Pandain gripped his longsword tightly; today, he would make him die a horrible death. Suddenly, the longsword in Pandain's hand emitted a ghostly blue light, and dark blue magic circles flickered on its surface. Pandain abruptly plunged the sword downwards, half of the blade disappearing into the air. Then, starting from the plane where the sword had disappeared, magic circles appeared one by one, growing larger and more numerous until a massive magic circle formed in the air, centered on the longsword. Pandain drew his sword and pointed it at Anier. Black mist churned above the magic circle, and figures in black robes on horseback burst forth from the thick fog, drawing their swords as they charged towards Anier.

Anier's heart trembled. These were all the Black Knights killed by Pandaren, absorbed into vengeful spirits. Although their strength had decreased, their sheer number was overwhelming. Anier roared, and a golden magic circle appeared behind him. A gigantic lion's head emerged from the circle, lifelike. The lion's appearance gave Anier a tremendous leap in power. The gigantic lion's head roared, and golden light formed a straight line, obliterating several black-robed warriors. The strengthened Anier propelled himself forward, charging into the Black Knights' ranks.

Anier attacked with all his might, using the momentum of his charge to slice through a Black Knight with a single strike. But soon, the black mist condensed again, only slightly dimmer. Anier felt a chill; it seemed he was truly going to perish here. Seeing Anier's impending doom, Rhodes noticed that the onlookers were emitting waves of spiritual energy. It seemed the Amazons were about to change hands, Rhodes thought to himself. Thinking of his recent trump cards, Rhodes felt relieved. No matter who the Amazons' master was, he had a way.

As time passed, Anier's reactions slowed, his movements became stiff, and his wounds multiplied. Seeing this, Pandain vanished into the shadows. Anier, focused on his fight with the vengeful black warrior, didn't notice anything amiss. However, those watching knew that Anier was about to be killed by Pandain's scheme.

Anier had just dodged a sword strike when his blade cleaved another vengeful spirit. Suddenly, a sharp sword pierced through the air. Anier's pupils contracted, and he twisted his body with all his might, barely dodging the sword's edge. A sense of relief washed over him, but then he heard Pandain's sinister laughter. A small black snake darted out from the shadows, biting Anier, creating a fang-like wound, and then darted inside. Anier immediately felt himself losing control of his body; he crashed to the ground, his eyes wide with terror as he stared at the revealed Pandain.

The black warrior beside him leaped up and thrust forcefully at Anier. Anier, in a desperate move, sent the lion's head, still floating in the air, transform into a golden light that pierced his body. A burst of white light erupted from Anier's body, and the surrounding vengeful black warriors melted away like ice and snow. Pandain watched this scene from afar, feeling both heartache and relief—heartache that not a single vengeful black warrior remained, and relief that he was accustomed to fleeing immediately after a single strike, regardless of success. The Dark Sanctuary criticized him for acting like an assassin rather than a warrior, but Pandain remained obstinate, ultimately leading to his defection from the Sanctuary.

The white light dissipated, and Anier lay weakly on the ground. Regardless, Pandain's attack had severely wounded him. He had used his life-saving measures, and now he was utterly defeated. Pandain stood at a distance, cautiously watching Anier. Who knew Anier wasn't faking it? Pandain raised his longsword, magical energy surging from it once more—the classic Dark Knight move, [Dark Strike], the counterpart to the Paladin's [Holy Strike]. Pandain's longsword unleashed a thick beam of light, tearing through the earth, about to shred Anier.

"[Life Protection]!" a clear female voice rang out. A green shield formed around Anier, perfectly neutralizing the sword beam. "Who!?" Pandain immediately went on alert, his mind scanning for the mysterious figure.

Pandain suddenly looked up at the moon. The bright moonlight was blocked by a figure: long ears, a beautiful face, a slender figure, and a small, emerald-green crossbow in hand. "An elf?!" Pandain narrowed his eyes, cautiously observing the elf in the sky. He could sense that this elf wasn't very powerful, only a newcomer to the [Legendary] realm. However, the markings on the elf's body made Pandain wary; this was a [Moonwalker], with an incredibly powerful background.

The elf slowly descended, taking out a short flute radiating divine energy from its robes. Seeing this, Pandain knew that today's plan had completely failed, and he might even have to sacrifice something else.

Pandain remained silent, sheathed his longsword, performed a standard warrior's salute, then tore open the scroll and teleported away. The elf reached out and sent out a drop of emerald green liquid. The droplet floated to Anier's side, splitting in two. Half entered Anier's mouth, and the other half returned to the elf's embrace. After swallowing the half-drop, Anier's complexion improved considerably. He knew the effects were more than that; this was a blessing he had received. Anier rose, bowed respectfully, and staggered back to the cave.

The elf surveyed the sky. One by one, the observers deactivated their spells. Some powerful observers even greeted him respectfully, to which the elf merely nodded in response. Seeing this, Rhodes also tried to deactivate his Mirror Image spell. The elf immediately turned and stared at him, as if she could see Rhodes. Rhodes quickly deactivated his spell, letting out a long breath. Before he could even think, a portal appeared beside the small tree, and the elf's figure flashed out. Rhodes was at a loss.

Upon seeing the sapling, the elf hurriedly bowed, kneeling on one knee. "Honorable sir, Letnis begs your forgiveness for my previous offense." Her clear voice was like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Rhodes looked at the respectful elf with confusion. "What is this...?"

The elf stood up, bowed her head, and said respectfully, "The deity I worship is your elder, the goddess of life for elves, and also the goddess of the forest, the goddess Anjou. The goddess possesses the same bloodline as you. Your people are already few, but including you, there are three people whose bloodline is as high as the goddess's, so," Letnis paused, a shy blush rising on her face, "the goddess has brought some gifts to help you. She only hopes that you... um... when you want to obtain a pure-blooded offspring... go to her."

Letnis finished speaking haltingly, and Rhodes was very confused. "What are you talking about?" Seeing the elf's respect for him, Rhodes gradually suppressed his awe.

"Well..." Letenis hesitated for a moment before speaking, "What the Goddess means is that if you wish to have a pure-blooded heir, she is willing to mate with you, but the Goddess must obtain an heir."
Rhode finally understood the elf's meaning; he was being used as a breeding partner. But why not just force him directly?

Seemingly sensing Rhode's doubts, the elf continued to explain, "Your race possesses powerful talents. As an upper-class member of your race, you possessed powerful talents from the start. The Goddess is a [Lawful Good] deity; her nature prevents her from harming you. Moreover, the Goddess does not wish to see a member of her race become a powerful enemy."

Rhode was slightly relieved. Letenis sensed the slowing of Rhode's mental fluctuations and also breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the elf released her mental defenses.

"What are you doing?!" Rhode exclaimed in surprise. Anyone who releases their mental defenses is seen as a dead person by anyone who can even slightly utilize their mental abilities. Letenis's sudden release of her defenses immediately put Rhode on alert.
"To show my sincerity, please take the lead in our conversation," the elf said calmly.
Rhodes was surprised by Letenis's decisiveness. Without hesitation, he used his own spirit to pierce into Letenis's mind, firmly controlling her.

With a thought, Rhodes entered Letenis's mental world. He was now a handsome elf in a linen robe—this was the image Letenis subconsciously perceived him as.

Rhodes looked around. Green hills and clear waters, the air filled with the scent of grass—clearly an elven dwelling. He walked along the path, past elven-style statues hidden in the greenery. Most depicted war or swordplay; few showed harp playing or reading. "It seems the elven realm isn't peaceful," Rhodes thought to himself.
At the end of the path was an elven treehouse, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a small hot spring nearby.

Rhodes climbed the stairs and saw Letenis busy inside. The elf wore a thin, light gauze dress, her breasts and the dark pubic area between her legs barely visible. Letenis held up a wooden plate filled with colorful fruit salad—the elven diet of fresh fruit and nectar.

Letenis gestured for Rhodes to sit down. The chair and table were made of tree branches, and Rhodes, finding the leaf-covered chair less sturdy than he'd imagined, sat down.

Letenis then served Rhodes a bowl of thick, fragrant pumpkin porridge. Rhodes couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten properly. He picked up a wooden spoon and wolfed it down, while Letenis watched with a smile, seemingly unconcerned that her life hung in the balance.

After finishing the last spoonful of porridge, Rhodes stretched contentedly. Letenis immediately began to gently massage his shoulders with her long, slender fingers. Rhodes still didn't understand what the elf was up to, but his wariness of her had certainly lessened considerably.

Letenis's budding breasts pressed against Rhodes's head. While not as large as a mature woman's, Rhodes was certain that one hand wouldn't be able to fully grasp them.

"Speak, what is it?" Rhodes said lazily, his head nestling deeper into Letnis's chest. Letnis was over two hundred years old, but elves generally had long lifespans, and she only now appeared to have just shed her youthful naiveté. However, Letnis's inner age was already mature; her youthful appearance and alluring behavior were Letnis's greatest charm.

"The goddess asked me to bring you three gifts," Letnis said while massaging him. "The first is three drops of the Elixir of Life. Half of one drop was given to Anier, but it was tampered with. From now on, Anier will respect you."
Rhodes was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised by Letnis's cunning methods, but knowing her life was in his hands, he felt somewhat relieved. He was delighted that Anier was under control, meaning the Amazon region could now serve as a safe rear base, allowing him to gradually expand towards the continent.

Letnis sensed Rhodes's thoughts and proactively transmitted a spell to him. Rhodes looked at her with surprise. It seemed this elf definitely needed him for something, Rhodes concluded, and continued listening to her.
"The second gift is something I've obtained for you." Letenis bent down, licking Rhodes' long ear with her pink tongue, and whispered, "The remnants of the original Elven Empire have been in exile for hundreds of years. Guided by the goddess, they came to you to become your right-hand men."

Rhodes frowned. While their allegiance would certainly increase his strength, it would also reduce his control. However, considering Letenis's actions, it seemed she wasn't entirely loyal to Anjou. Since he had the space to manipulate things, Rhodes didn't refuse. Even if the meat in his mouth was poisonous, he would spit out the poison and swallow the good.

"As for the third gift..." Letenis practically pressed herself against Rhodes, and he could feel her warm breath. "Originally, the goddess wanted to send an avatar herself, but something prevented her from weakening herself at this time, so she sent me instead."

Rhodes was wondering what could have prompted the goddess to send an avatar when Letenis pulled him out of the treehouse.
Rhodes soaked in the hot spring, exhaling a breath. "Is this the gift?" he thought. A hot spring? Rhodes was speechless.

Suddenly, he heard a sound like water beside him. Looking towards the sound, he wondered, "Could it be?"
A moment later, Rhodes felt a pair of soft hands grasp his penis. Sure enough, it was time for sex. Rhodes

felt a pang of regret at not being able to have sex with the goddess, yet he still enjoyed Letenis's service. Letenis's fingers were long and nimble, and Rhodes felt an urge to ejaculate.

At that moment, Letenis extended her tongue from the water and gently licked the head of his penis. Rhodes shuddered.
Seeing Rhodes's reaction, Letenis opened her mouth and took his glans in, the warm spring water swirling between her tongue and his penis. Rhodes's penis trembled, but he still didn't ejaculate.
Letenis took a large portion of the penis into her mouth, squeezing the glans with her soft throat. She choked on water in the process. Letenis swallowed repeatedly, trying to make Rhodes ejaculate quickly, but to little avail. Then, a brilliant idea struck her. She sent Rhodes a mental message containing a half-naked image of Anjou from her memories, along with the sentence: "The goddess Anjou is the wife of the elven god Kreiss."

Seeing Anjou's alluring figure and holy aura, and imagining how he almost had her body beneath him and cuckolded the elven god, Rhodes' excitement soared. Letenis playfully licked the glans with her tongue, and Rhodes finally couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating hot semen. Letenis, also excited, swallowed hard, gulping down the semen and semen along with her vaginal fluid.

After Rhodes ejaculated, Lettney licked his penis clean, then emerged from the water. Spring water flowed down her body. Rhodes looked up and met Lettney's alluring gaze, smiled slightly, and lowered his head to suckle her erect nipple. "Mmm..." Lettney let out a soft moan. She suppressed her pleasure, reached out and grasped Rhodes's penis, guiding it to her vagina, and slowly sat down. His penis entered her, the glans still glistening with warm spring water. "Ugh...ah..." The warm spring water stimulated the tender flesh inside Lettney, causing the elf to let out seductive moans.

Rhodes, still suckling her nipple, reached his hands over Lettney's waist, grasping her buttocks. The elf's buttocks weren't full, but they were remarkably elastic, like a ball. Lettney reached out and hugged Rhodes's head, covering his face with her breasts, resting her chin on the top of his head, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks flushed, moaning with each thrust.

"Uh...ah...my lord...harder..." Lettuce leaned against Rhodes, panting heavily. Rhodes grabbed Lettuce's buttocks, lifting her up first, then letting her fall freely. As soon as his fingers gripped her buttocks, her delicate skin would be pressed down immediately, then recover thanks to its amazing elasticity.

"M-my lord...please shoot, shoot into my honey pot...ah..." As the thrusting continued, Lettuce increasingly craved a thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. Her nightingale-like voice uttered increasingly obscene words, "My lord...hiss...harder...so good...mmm..."

Feeling Lettuce's honey pot contracting tighter and tighter, Rhodes increased the force. Each thrust splashed up large ripples. Finally, Rhodes stood up in the water, holding Lettuce, and thrust hard into her honey pot a few times. Then, a torrent of white semen filled Lettuce's uterus. Lettuce only let out a "uh," her face showing a painful yet ecstatic expression. Her lower body trembled repeatedly, reaching its peak under the onslaught of Rhodes' semen.

Rhode carried Lettney out of the water, their lower bodies still joined. With each step Rhode took, Lettney let out a soft moan. Rhode sat on the shore, pulling the limp Lettney off him. As soon as his penis left Lettney's vagina, a large amount of fluid gushed from between her everted labia, a sticky residue still connecting her vagina and his penis.

Rhode cupped Lettney's flushed face, licking her earlobe, and said, "I really like this gift."

[The End]

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