Alibuda Chronicles Part 2: Volume 2 Chapter 8

Chapter Eight: The Femme fatale.

Due to the special circumstances, I had momentarily forgotten that Narcissus, that vixen, had been watching me closely, waiting for an opportunity to ambush me. Who knows if she might be using dark magic against her enemies while secretly doing something to me as well.

The memory stone my uncle gave me certainly has the ability to detect dark energy, allowing me to detect attacks from dark magic users earlier. However, Narcissus is currently using various dark magic spells non-stop, and the memory stone on my body is flashing incessantly, making it impossible to make any judgments based on that alone.

If she were just using some reconnaissance-type evil magic, that would be fine. What I fear most is that she might take advantage of my unpreparedness to cast some insidious and deadly curse, which would be extremely dangerous. Given the vast difference in cultivation levels between us, that would be an easy thing to do.

Just as I was about to say something, Narcissus frowned, flicked her sleeve, and a surge of energy appeared within the smoke, vaguely revealing two more weapons attacking. Narcissus, her hands shrouded in black mist, used some kind of dark magic to deflect the attack back at the two enemies within the smoke.

The journey had been too smooth, and I assumed it would be as easy as before, but to my surprise, the moment Narcissus unleashed her black flames, the enemies in the smoke seemed to recognize the danger, their speed suddenly increasing, and the two weapons vanished without a trace.

Narcissus's expression changed completely, revealing a caution I had never seen before. A chilling killing intent shone in her cold, beautiful phoenix eyes as she rushed into the smoke. This was undoubtedly extraordinary courage and boldness, but it was also unavoidable. Once she made contact with the enemies, their attention would be focused on her. If she retreated, the energy would be drawn to her, unleashing a fierce attack. This disparity would inevitably lead to a heavy price to pay.

A flash of blade, a burst of flame—three distinct forces of offense and defense clashed and intertwined, surging and churning to form a violent vortex of energy that shot straight upwards. Drops of crimson blood, accompanied by muffled groans, sprayed outwards as the vortex swirled.

Narcissa was the foremost expert in Ishtar; even among the other nations, finding a fighter of her caliber would be difficult. Therefore, regardless of the enemy's origin, she should have no reason to be at a disadvantage. Yet, under the combined attack of two enemies, she was clearly showing signs of defeat, indicating that both were extremely powerful, neither inferior to her.

This bizarre phenomenon startled me, and a thought surfaced in my mind, vaguely revealing the identities of these two formidable foes.

"Hmph!"

The brief exchange concluded with a decisive blow. As the energy vortex disintegrated, Narcissa, trailing a faint bloodstain, plummeted out like a kite with a broken string. Two gleaming blades pursued closely behind, like two dragons churning in raging waves, their oppressive force and brilliance intensifying, seemingly eager to catch up and kill their enemy.

"Spare her!"

Just as the blades closed the distance to Narcissa, Yueying, seemingly unwilling to let her be injured, stepped forward, spreading her arms to block between the blades and Narcissa.

"Sister, get out of the way!"

Yueying's actions startled me. Before I could say anything, I pounced from the side, shoving Yueying aside, but inevitably finding myself in that fatal position.

Driven by the power of the sixth level, the blades surged like a raging storm, like two angry dragons. With my cultivation level, even a slight touch would surely shatter my flesh and bones into a mangled mess. Fortunately, in the instant Yueying stepped forward to stop Narcissus, the two swords, hastily attempting to halt their attacks, simultaneously curved back and slashed at each other. The two swords clashed, exploding in sparks and a deafening roar, before both were repelled by the recoil.

The attacks ceased, and the swords' owners appeared. A man and a woman, both handsome and dashing, dressed in their respective national uniforms, their bearing extraordinary, were none other than the Elf Prince Lunfiel of Solancia and Princess Ye Linglan of our country. Their individual martial arts skills were no less than Narcissus's, and their combined attack explained why Narcissus had lost so quickly.

Leng Linglan's sword, "Overlord of the Sea," was a specially crafted giant blade that could be stored within her body and controlled with ease. Therefore, as soon as Leng Linglan regained her footing, the weapon vanished from her hand. Lunfiel, on the other hand, moved with astonishing speed, instantly sheathing his sword at his waist. Although I knew he used a sword, I hadn't even seen what it looked like.

The two exchanged a glance, then apologized separately to Yueying, explaining that visibility was poor in the smoke. After dealing with several assassins, they realized Yueying's importance and danger, and rushed out to search for her. Unexpectedly, someone attacked from the thick smoke, and they mistook it for a terrorist or assassin, so they fought back together.

"I am very sorry to have frightened Madam Yueying. I will definitely visit President Ryan and you to apologize another day."

Perhaps because he was wearing a formal suit, Lunfeier was extremely polite. If one hadn't witnessed his roguish speech that day and known his true nature, one might have been fooled. Although Ye Linglan didn't speak, her gaze towards her sister conveyed silent concern. It's just that I don't know why this woman is so awkward, always unwilling to express her feelings in a more practical way.

Yueying, of course, didn't blame them and even offered an explanation, saying that with such thick smoke, it was no wonder they mistook the enemy and missed their target. Although this explanation made sense, probably no one except Yueying herself would believe it.

Experts of Lunfeier and Leng Linglan's caliber, even without sight, could discern an enemy's identity from the energy they sensed. Narcissa, wielding dark magic and possessing such high cultivation, was likely recognized by Lunfeier and Leng Linglan after only one exchange. As for the witch who, after more than ten moves, joined forces with the other to attack Ishtar, it was clear to everyone that both sides harbored ulterior motives, using this opportunity to "justifiably" eliminate a powerful general from an enemy nation. The cold

glint in Narcissa's eyes clearly indicated that she knew all this. Her face was pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, indicating she had suffered a significant loss. However, judging from the lack of visible injuries, her injuries were likely minor and she would recover in a few days. Although she remained silent, it was obvious to everyone that she had formed a deep grudge against Lunfeier and Leng Linglan and was secretly vowing revenge.

The crowd ceased their verbal sparring. Nearly half an hour had passed since the commotion began, and the noise gradually subsided; it seemed no one was continuing their indiscriminate attacks. The thick smoke that filled the air was peculiar; normally impervious to the wind, it was gradually dissipated by the whirlwind created by the clash between the three masters, revealing the figures of the crowd within.

As the smoke cleared, their silhouettes became increasingly visible. Suddenly, everyone fell silent, their attention focused on one another, oblivious to something crucial.

We had somehow entered the center of the arena, and the scorpion-like behemoths at the center of the commotion were still intact, moving silently over the blood and corpses, completely surrounding us.

(Oh no! This is bad! Although I didn't shout it out, I believe that the same thought was shared not only by me, but also by Lun Fei'er, Leng Linglan, and Narcissus.

Judging from the situation earlier, when Ryan Buffett rallied his spirits, wielding the Lion King Golden Sword with its powerful and unpredictable strength, single-handedly suppressing several scorpion-like giants but failing to inflict any serious damage, these giant monsters were indeed troublesome. The three experts here are all top-notch individuals. Even if they cannot injure or defeat them, as long as they break through and retreat with all their might, even if there were twice as many scorpion-like giants, they would not be able to stop them.

However, there are still...) There was a frail and delicate Yueying. Even if retreating was easy for myself, protecting the defenseless Yueying amidst the attacks of several giant beasts, and even taking her with me, was a task no one could claim to be entirely confident of.

As for me, who also needed rescue, I was certainly not on their radar. These three experts from different fields had either national or personal grudges against me. While they wouldn't harm me at this moment, they wouldn't be so kind as to rescue me as well. If I were to unfortunately die here, these three experts, each with their own unresolved grievances, would most likely return and hold a celebratory feast.

Amidst the roars of several scorpion-like behemoths, I rushed to Yueying's side, determined to protect her at all costs. However, just before the beasts were about to attack, a strange, sharp whistling sound pierced the oppressive atmosphere, resonating painfully in the ears of everyone present.

The source of the whistle was a gray figure that suddenly appeared on the west side of the arena, surrounded by a group of martial artists wielding clubs and wearing armor. A thick gray robe covered the figure's entire body, obscuring their gender. This gray-robed figure held a bamboo flute no bigger than a finger, and it was this short flute that produced such a high-pitched, shrill tone. The

sharp flute sound was almost tangible, like a dagger attempting to pierce the brain; it was truly unbearable to hear. This pain wasn't just for humans; it seemed even more intense for the scorpion-like behemoths, who let out loud, mournful cries, trying to drown out the flute's sound, but to no avail.

At this moment, a strange magical fluctuation caused all the mages present to tremble. We didn't know what this unfamiliar magical fluctuation was, but we knew its power and might, intimidating us like a king reigning supreme.

Due to the interference of the flute music, we couldn't hear the incantation, nor could we see what the gray-robed man had done. We only saw that, under the influence of this man's magic, the image of a monster that was neither human nor inhuman gradually became clear, appearing before the group of monks.

It was about three and a half feet tall, entirely ice-blue in color, with a human body and a scorpion tail. The upper body was that of an extremely alluring and beautiful woman, with a beautiful face and closed eyes; on her naked skin, there was only a set of cold iron-locked breastplates that clung tightly to her high, voluptuous breasts, extremely sexy and alluring. But the slender, jade-like arms that should have been there had turned into giant scorpion pincers at the ends; the lower half of her serpentine body, covered with ice-blue iron scales, made a rustling sound when it moved on the ground, but at the very end, it turned into scorpion-like spikes.

A femme fatale!

This is the best description of that monster. Formed by magic, its ethereal and intangible form is somewhat similar to the lich or vengeful warrior in high-level black magic spells; however, the way it appears is like the beast demon in southern barbarian earth magic. I couldn't immediately discern which type of spell it was, but I vaguely felt that it was somewhat similar to my Hellish God of Lust.

However, one thing was certain: this venomous beauty possessed extraordinary power. From the moment it appeared, the several scorpion-shaped giants in the arena all showed great fear and retreated. Although the master who summoned this beast was surrounded and protected by the monks of the Temple of Light, everyone present could clearly feel that, in addition to its powerful strength and oppressive aura, an indescribable evil and resentment emanated from the venomous beauty.

A bloodcurdling scream, as if the entire world were filled with venomous hatred, emanated from the mouth of the femme fatale. In that instant, over ninety percent of the people present covered their ears, tears streaming down their faces. Some with weaker constitutions even rolled on the ground in agony.

Amidst the scream, the femme fatale's blue hair began to move, writhing and swirling eerily, transforming into hundreds of small snakes, their red tongues flicking and hissing. Blood-red tears welled in her eyes; upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her eyes were completely sewn shut, no wonder they had been tightly closed since her appearance.

The femme fatale was three and a half feet tall, even taller than an average person, but compared to the scorpion-shaped behemoth's ten-foot height, it was nothing. However, the scorpion-shaped behemoth seemed to have encountered its nemesis, trembling with fear and retreating.

The gray-robed figure guarded in the center by the slain soldiers seemed to chant some incantation, suddenly raising his right arm, the silver-gray metal prosthetic limb gleaming. This command caused the femme fatale to raise her head, letting out another sharp, piercing scream. This time, as she screamed, her entire body was enveloped in a layer of icy blue light. With the frantic thrashing of her snake-like hair, the light intensified, condensing into a cold arrow of light that shot out, striking the scorpion-shaped behemoth furthest from her.

The scorpion-shaped behemoth trembled, then froze, its massive body rapidly petrifying. In the blink of an eye, it became a heavy, stiff, enormous stone statue, then shattered with a deafening roar, turning into dust that vanished instantly in the wind.

"Caw... Caw..." Blood tears streamed from the venomous beauty's eyes as she let out one shrill scream after another. With each scream, a giant scorpion-shaped monster was frozen into a stone statue, then crumbled and shattered, turning to ash. In just a few moments, the giant scorpion-shaped monsters that had been baring their fangs and claws, swaggering and causing all the experts in the arena to struggle, were all reduced to dust. The

immense power caused a correspondingly great shock. Yueying's hand gripped my right arm, her cold palm trembling slightly, revealing the fear in her heart. I could only silently pat the back of her hand to soothe her unease, unaware that my heart was just as pounding.

After eliminating the out-of-control scorpion-shaped monsters, the venomous beauty did not disappear. Instead, as if deliberately taunting, she fired petrifying light arrows repeatedly, shooting them towards the surrounding stands. In the commotion, some assassins who had launched their attacks, unable to escape afterward, were now exposed as they disappeared back into the crowd. Struck by the petrifying arrows, they shattered into bluish-purple glows and vanished into the air.

Anyone with basic magical knowledge knows that these bluish-purple glows represent the soul of a living being, and such dissipation into the air, unless caused by some evil magic, signifies the soul's complete annihilation, a phenomenon of never returning. The fact that these petrifying arrows could cause such devastation was certainly not something to celebrate among the sorcerers present.

With everything that needed to be destroyed pulverized, the femme fatale vanished amidst a mournful howl. The heart-wrenching tears of blood flowing from her eyes, which had been stitched shut, are something people will never forget.

"Distinguished guests, today's unforeseen events have caused you distress. The Pure Mind Zen Society is deeply troubled. We..."

As things calmed down, the grey-robed man quietly departed. The leader of the Pure Mind Zen Society's warrior monks, led by Ryan, took the stage to issue an apology, stating that the commotion was purely accidental and they were deeply sorry for disturbing everyone. However, this unexpected turn of events only proved the Pure Mind Zen Society's strength in defeating the Black Dragon Society and its ability to control these giant monsters. Therefore, all nations should be able to trust them.

Upon hearing this, the smaller nations, quick to change their allegiance, cheered and offered their support. After all, no one wanted their land trampled by a horde of scorpion-like giants. However, the representatives of several superpowers looked rather grim, lost in thought.

The scorpion beauty's power was probably not as strong as it seemed. At least, it was able to annihilate the scorpion-like giants with a single blow; anyone with discerning eyes could see that this was because it had initially countered the giants' weaknesses. Synthetic creatures like scorpion-like behemoths are intentionally left with fatal weaknesses during creation to prevent them from becoming uncontrollable. This femme fatale was likely designed to be the nemesis of behemoth hordes, which explains the stark difference in strength between them in a single attack.

Even taking this factor into account, this femme fatale is still incredibly powerful. The fact that the Pure Thought Zen Society possesses such a weapon, coupled with a thousand scorpion-like behemoths, makes their strength not to be underestimated. These are the aspects I can see. However, I can't understand what Lunfiel and Leng Linglan are thinking, their expressions of deep contemplation.

This femme fatale is a product of magic, so the one who will ultimately answer this question is still the master of dark magic—the witch Narcissus of Ishtar.

"It doesn't belong to black magic, nor is it beast magic from the Southern Barbarian lands. This thing doesn't belong to any of the six major magic systems we currently know."

This statement seemed to confirm Lunfiel and Leng Linglan's guesses, and they nodded simultaneously. However, there was still one answer they had hesitated to give, waiting for Narcissa to say it.

"Although it's somewhat unbelievable, but... it can't be wrong. You should all know that name. This is a long-lost technique that ravaged the land five hundred years ago, slaughtering countless warriors and sorcerers, leaving a dark page in the history of all races. It was the strongest of the six summoned beasts of the Archmage Famit Xiu Kamu."

Narcissa spoke with certainty, and although Lunfeier and Leng Linglan were not her friends, they did not deny her guess, and their expressions showed that this was indeed their guess. Only I, upon hearing Narcissa's deduction, gasped deeply.

Archmage Famit Xiu Kamu? What was going on?

Although I possessed the "Book of Lustful Magic" and might be the only inheritor of lustful magic in the world, I didn't know much about its founder, Famit Xiu Kamu. At most, I knew he was a very special magician.

How special? Most magicians either engaged in self-torturous spiritual training or spent their days with corpses and other terrifying things. The former were averse to women, the latter averse to women, but Famit, this special magician, was a dashing and romantic figure throughout his life, renowned for being the most lustful magician in history. How many women he had slept with, even he himself probably couldn't answer.

I first heard this name from my perverted father, and at the time, I only felt admiration. As for why he was so promiscuous, I completely understood after obtaining the *Book of Lustful Magic*.

The author of the *Book of Lustful Magic*, Grippardon Ekdor Hart Biledman, was the headmaster of a magic academy in an ancient country over a thousand years ago. According to the information I found, he seemed to be a super-theoretical scholar who had never experienced actual combat. Perhaps because of this, he proposed many fantastical and bizarre theories, and wrote these ideas into his final work—the *Book of Lustful Magic*. The invincible Famit Xiu Kamu from hundreds of years ago revised this book with his incredibly rich practical experience in magic. Legend has it that Famit, who had pushed his magical cultivation to its peak and was invincible, lost his purpose in life and ultimately willingly died at the hands of the son born from his incestuous relationship with his sister. His earth-shattering magic was thus lost.

My understanding of Famit is limited to this; the rest of his life story is impossible to find due to the vast distance in time. However, legend has it that Famit's powerful magic was achieved through frequent sexual intercourse, a practice of absorbing yin and yang energy. I haven't heard of any unique magical achievements he made. As for the Hellish God of Lust technique recorded in the magic book, even he himself said it was useless, and it's likely he never used it during his lifetime; it was completed by me.

Then, what about the six strongest summoned beasts? What about the rampage across the land? What about the Dark Ages? What are these things? Why am I completely unaware of them? And why doesn't Famit mention the existence of summoned beasts at all in the *Book of Lustful Magic*?

These mysteries remain unsolved, and my mind is a jumbled mess. I had to bid farewell to Yueying, making an excuse that I had work to do outside, and leave quickly.

My main concern is the witch of Ishtar. Just now, in order to escape death and reverse the defeat, I had no choice but to use the Hellish Lust God in public. As a result, not only did Sister Yueying witness it, but Narcissus probably saw it too. She is a master of magical techniques and may know some of Famit's spells. I hope she doesn't notice anything amiss and cause me trouble!

When I arrived outside the arena, I saw Mao Yan'an already there, commanding his soldiers with an arrogant and domineering air. I grabbed a soldier who brushed past me and asked him in detail, and only then did I learn what had happened.

It turned out that several troops stationed nearby saw the chaos in the arena and the fire in the command tower, and rushed in to put out the fire. As they went up the stairs, all the way to the seventh floor, besides the mutilated corpses scattered everywhere, they only saw Mr. Oren leaning against the window with his black greatsword, his expression cold. When he saw them, he nodded slightly and left without a word.

The unsuspecting soldiers naturally attributed all the credit to him, believing that this taciturn wandering swordsman had displayed extraordinary prowess, killing more than ten assassins and bandits. Little did they know that the truth

was far from what they thought. "I jumped out of the window on the eighth floor, but actually I took the opportunity to hide on the seventh floor. Otherwise, falling from the eighth floor would have been certain death. I was hiding in the shadows the whole time. When I saw that group of guys being sprayed by poisonous spider silk, screaming and howling in agony, unable to see anything, I took advantage of the chaos to rush out and kill them all with a dagger. Nephew, you saved Lady Yueying, which is already a great achievement. You don't mind letting your uncle show off a bit, do you?"

I didn't care how many loopholes there were in Mao Yan'an's words, nor did I care what credit he had actually stolen. I simply told him what had happened in the arena and warned him to be careful.

"Be careful? It's you who needs to be careful, my dear nephew! You lecherous little fellow, luckily I helped you cover up the crime on the ninth floor, otherwise your affair with the First Lady would have been ruined."

Mentioning Yueying brought to mind a scene: in the arena, when Yueying left my arms, her body was so limp she could barely stand. She stumbled and fell back into my arms, her body perfectly described as boneless. I could clearly feel her sweat soaking through her clothes, the rich feminine fragrance, amplified by her burning body heat, was incredibly alluring.

Lost in thought, I quickly calmed myself, banishing my reverie. Just as I was about to turn back to see how things were going, a sudden chill swept over me—Narcissa had stopped me.

“Commander Farrell, I have repeatedly heard of the Farrell family’s reputation back home. When the news of Ahurama’s defeat and the death of the Blood Nightmare Witch arrived, I thought the Farrell family’s martial arts were indeed formidable, and our defeat was not unjust. However, judging from what I just saw, although the Farrell family is indeed powerful, it seems they have other insights beyond martial arts!”

“Your Excellency is too kind. John Farrell is just a minor figure in the Alibuda military, nothing to mention. I am very busy right now, may I go and take care of my business? Excuse me.”

My worst fears had come true, and I inwardly cried out in alarm. I quickly bowed and asked to take my leave, but this Purple Narcissus seemed to have made up her mind. With a swift movement, she still blocked my way.

"That won't do. If my eyes aren't deceiving me, it was the magical beast you summoned that repelled the assassin. In today's magical world, the only one that still retains a complete summoning system is the blue-based beast magic. This kind of magic is prevalent in the Southern Barbarians. I can't believe such a handsome man as you, Commander Wan, is actually a beastman?"

"How could that be! Just by looking at me, you can tell I'm a complete human, I..." "

Is that so? If this isn't beast magic, then why does it resemble the summoned beast from before? Could it be... Commander Wan, have you heard of the name Famit before?"

"Well... now that you mention it, I have..."

Facing Narcissus's captivatingly cold gaze, I made up a story, trying to escape quickly. Narcissus wouldn't give up and chased after me again. Just as I was running out of words, someone appeared at the right moment, blocking her path.

"Excuse me, but we have some procedural issues to attend to. General Farrell, please come with me."

The scoundrel still had some basic sense of decency; at least he knew to step in and help me out when necessary. For that reason, when I later confronted him about abandoning my friend and running away, I spared him a couple of punches.

The problem with Moon Cherry remained unresolved, and now Narcissus, because of this conference, had her eye on me, suspecting some connection between me and the summoned beasts of the Pure Thought Zen Society. More and more troubles were piling up. What should I do next?

Never mind, live for today, worry tomorrow! I'd better go back to the Duke's Mansion, get some sleep with Ah Xue, and then deal with these unnecessary problems!

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