[Diablo II: God of Destruction Series] (Three parts in total)

I strode down the dark, damp corridor, the stench of decay hitting me and making me wince. In my

entire fighting history, though I'd faced environments a hundred times worse, this stench was always

unpleasant.
The narrow corridor curved a corner a short distance ahead, and a warrior's instinct told me

danger lurked around that bend. I gripped my battle axe tighter, a surge of excitement rising within me. From birth, combat had been a part of my

life ; only in battle could I find true pleasure.
My name is Chaos, a barbarian.
Finally, I reached the corner. The sense of danger grew stronger; I could even smell

the stench emanating from the Dark Rogues. Taking a deep breath, my blood surged, and I charged

forward.
"Clang..."
My left shield easily blocked a spear thrust. The Dark Rogue wielding the spear staggered

backward , while three other Dark Rogues quickly formed an attack formation, three spears

thrusting at me from three tricky angles.
I let out a long laugh, lunged forward, and in the blink of an eye, dodged the spears thrusting from both sides. With a swift upward swing of

my right I deflected a spear aimed directly at me, then

swung it forward with tremendous force, cleaving the Dark Rogue in two with a resounding "thud. "
Two bloody halves of the corpse separated before my eyes, and the Dark Rogue I had just knocked back

charged at me again, spear in hand.
I whirled around abruptly. The two Dark Rogues behind me were hastily retracting their spears, preparing for a second

attack . I wasn't about to give them that chance. My massive axe whistled as it slashed in a wide arc

from right to left.
Two strange "crack, crack" sounds rang out as the heavy, sharp axe blade seemingly swept effortlessly across the two Dark

Rogues ' bodies, cleaving them in two. At the same time, a sharp pain shot through my lower back. I quickly

spun around, the sharp tip of my spear grazing my waist, causing a sharp sting.
In the blink of an eye, I was facing the Dark Rogue again, but this time I was

inches away from it, and its spear posed no threat to me whatsoever. Looking at the bewildered expression on its mangled face,

I grinned at it and mercilessly slammed my shield down on the ugly face before me.
A muffled thud, faintly mixed with the sound of bones cracking, and the last Dark Rogue finally flew out intact

. Unfortunately, when it hit the wall and bounced back down, it was still a bloody mess.
I let out a relieved shudder and sheathed my shield. My waist still ached slightly, but I knew very well that

the last thrust hadn't caused me any real damage.

The hardened couldn't be harmed by that hasty, inaccurate thrust.
"Almost there," I said to myself. I couldn't remember which floor of the tower I was on, but

the dark rogues I'd just killed were clearly much stronger than those I'd encountered before; they must be the Evil Countess's

personal guards.
The awakening of Diablo brought incredibly powerful dark forces into this world, bringing countless

deaths. The souls of the murdered not only failed to find peace but were instead controlled by the dark forces, becoming accomplices in the expansion of

darkness . The Evil Countess, who resided in this tower, was a

female demon who had harmed countless lives and controlled the souls of countless victims. And I was here to destroy her.
Of course, I wasn't so noble as to think I could save the world single-handedly. I just enjoyed

fighting , and I'd heard that there was a lot of treasure and magical equipment in the Countess's hiding place, which

was very attractive to an adventurer like me.
After walking a little further, another hidden door appeared before me, the entrance to another floor. I held my shield

diagonally in front of me and walked towards the entrance.
Everything went dark, and then I found myself in a new stone chamber. Not attacked, I relaxed and

walked forward.
The moment I stepped out of the stone chamber, a swarm of lesser demons appeared before me, brandishing short blades and

screaming as they charged. I couldn't help but sigh; these little creatures were truly annoying. Of course, the worst

was yet to come.
I bent low and charged forward, cutting straight into the demon horde. The short blades slashed at my body,

causing only slight stings, barely leaving a white mark on my skin. I casually

swung my great axe around, and screams rang out as I felled countless lesser demons. Yet,

the number surrounding me didn't decrease; the swarm remained densely packed.
"Where the damned wizard is hiding?"
I struggled forward, my eyes scanning every corner. Each group of lesser demons was

led by a demon wizard, who usually didn't join the battle but instead hid at a distance, constantly

resurrecting the slain lesser demons. These lesser demons, though weak and easily defeated,

are impossible to eradicate thanks to the resurrection of the demon wizard. The only way to eliminate them is to kill the demon wizard leading them;

otherwise, they will only exhaust me to death.
Stepping over the corpses beneath my feet, I slowly advanced, finally

finding . Holding a staff blazing with fire, the demon wizard was chanting in my direction.
Seemingly sensing my presence, the demon wizard swung his staff, and a fireball

shot from the tip, hurtling towards me.
"Good grief!"
His reaction was unexpectedly fast; I could only swerve to the side, and the fireball struck

my left shoulder. A strong burning sensation shot through my shoulder. I knew the injury wasn't serious, but a few more hits would be

unbearable .
I steadied myself abruptly, casually knocking away several lesser demons around me. The demon wizard

swung his staff , firing several more fireballs.
As the fireball hurtled towards me, I roared, suddenly stopping with my feet and leaping into the air.

In the blink of an eye I swept past the horde of demons below, swiftly arriving above the demon wizard. While still in mid-air, I

swung my great axe down at the demon wizard below, using the momentum of my fall.
"Sky Slash!"
With a loud shout, the demon wizard was finished. I turned and

swung my great axe again at the swarming lesser demons.
This time, no one would resurrect you.
Carrying the blood-soaked axe, I stormed into a stone chamber. Hey, the ground was covered with gleaming gold coins—

quite a lot. After looking around to make sure there were no enemies, I lowered my shield and crouched down

to collect the coins. As soon as
I had a few, a sense of unease washed over me. In an instant, I remembered something:

the ceiling!
A sharp gust of wind came from above, and just from the sound of the wind, I knew it was a destructive

blow. In my haste, I lunged forward, a sharp pain shooting through my back, followed by a sticky feeling.
I rolled several times on the ground before finally standing up. Looking around, I saw a woman standing where I had been standing

.
Long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a light suit of armor shimmering with an eerie blue light encased her curvaceous

figure . With a full bust, shapely hips, a slender waist, and long legs, coupled with a bewitching face

, this woman was unexpectedly beautiful, unlike the bloodied and mangled Dark Rogues.
I was slightly taken aback to find such a beauty in this place, then, recalling the

imposing , a chill ran down my spine.
"You're the Evil Countess?"
I sized her up, subtly tightening my muscles to control the pain in my back.
"Not bad," the beauty slowly swung her small axe, still stained with blood, "To be able to

enter this Tower of Oblivion and come straight to my residence, you're certainly no ordinary person."
"Easy enough,"
I replied casually, the wound on my back still bleeding, but under control.

A quick victory was necessary; otherwise, even with my constitution, I wouldn't be able to withstand the continued blood loss.
In that instant, I understood the Countess's motive for standing there and speaking to me, cursing

inwardly as I gathered my strength. The Countess seemed to sense my movement, her gaze turning cold.
The next moment she was in front of me, her small axe aimed at my neck. Having lost my shield, I

had to step back, creating distance before raising my large axe to block the attack.
"Whoosh!"
The axe missed; this woman clearly didn't want to compete with me in strength. With a nimble twist of her wrist, the small axe changed

trajectory, slashing diagonally towards my ribs.
"Damn it!"
I cursed inwardly, forced to take another step back. This woman's skill was beyond my expectations; a

quick victory didn't seem so easy.
In the next few exchanges, I was at a disadvantage because I dared not move too forcefully, lest I aggravate the wound on my back,

forcing a flustered state. After retreating several steps, she still managed to strike me on the shoulder with another axe blow.
Forced back a considerable distance, seeing the countess's smug smile, I felt a surge of anger

rising . At this point, I couldn't afford to worry about my wound anymore; I had to use advanced combat skills.
"In the name of the hero Chaos, I beseech the supreme divine power, the resurrection of the wrathful spirits!" 　　As 　　I
chanted, a powerful force surged from the depths of my body. At the same time, my mind was controlled by a

violent will　　, and 　　I became a berserker. " Waaaaaahh 　　... 　　"Ah..." 　　The countess screamed in terror, flailing her arms and legs, struggling desperately. However, her struggles were futile against my immense strength. 　　Her hands pounded against my body, even tearing at my wounds. Unfortunately, I felt no pain; the sight of blood flowing from my wounds only fueled my excitement. 　　"Roar..." 　　In the struggle, I finally ripped off the countess's clothes, revealing . Her round, full breasts, though bound by armor, still stood erect ; now, freed, they swayed and trembled with her movements, her purplish-red nipples hardening slightly in the damp air. 　　Her skin was smooth and delicate, supposedly from bathing in blood. Her slender yet powerful waist twisted violently, her round buttocks swaying from side to side. 　　I grabbed her tightly pressed thighs and spread them apart. The countess let out a cry of pain, her mysterious place between her legs now fully exposed to me. Hidden beneath sparse hair, two pink labia were tightly closed , revealing only a thin line of bright red in the center. As the countess spread her legs apart, her labia parted slightly, revealing a small protrusion. 　　Frankly, I had no time to appreciate the sight before me; now that the door was open, there was no need to wait any longer. Pressing the countess's thighs down with my knees, I untied her clothes. 　　"Ahhhhh!" 　　The countess screamed again in her fierce struggle. Before her was a massive penis, far larger than she had ever imagined. The fully erect shaft was wrapped with bulging veins, and the glans was larger than her fist . 　　"As thick as a child's arm?" 　　No way, could a child have such a thick arm? 　　Amidst the countess's screams, I thrust my enormous penis into her slightly parted opening. 　　"No...please...please..." 　　Faced with such a huge threat, this female demon finally made a weak plea to me, but unfortunately I could no longer control myself. This was all her own doing.

The enormous glans forced open the labia and sank into the vaginal opening, encountering immense

resistance only a short distance.
I forcefully spread the countess's legs almost into a straight line and thrust downwards with all my might.
"..."
This time there was no scream. With the power of a berserker, my massive member ignored all

resistance pierced to the very end. Even the female warriors of the tribe, who were almost as strong as me, couldn't withstand such impact,

let alone the countess before me. As soon as my member entered, she immediately fainted.
"Heave-ho, heave-ho..."
I was only acting on my own desires, completely ignoring her reaction. I pressed my

body tightly against hers and began to thrust my hips up and down, my massive member pumping in and out of her vagina like a pile driver.
The disproportionately small vaginal opening was no match for such a huge object. The vaginal walls gripped the shaft tightly, enduring

intense friction. In no time, the rod was stained with bright red blood. As the thick rod was withdrawn, the

Countess's vaginal flesh was torn and turned inside out, and drops of blood dripped onto the stone chamber floor...
Under this violent impact, the Countess gradually awoke, a look of pain on her face. It seemed her

physique was quite good; in my past experience, many women had been raped to death by me.
Unfortunately, this was not a good thing for her, only causing her more pain.
"Huff, huff..."
I let out a beastly roar, and the Countess opened her eyes at this moment. Gone

was the ruthlessness and confidence of our first meeting; her eyes were filled with pain and pleading.
"Ugh..."
Her small mouth opened slightly, but before she could speak, I reached out and firmly pressed her mouth shut. The Countess

grabbed my arm with both hands and shook, but she didn't budge. The stone chamber was filled with heavy breathing

, low growls , and faint groans. Besides these, there were the sounds of intense flesh colliding. A while later,

several more sounds of bones breaking rang out…
I don't know how much time passed before I finally regained my senses from the frenzy. Before me lay a gruesome body.

Arms and thighs were unnaturally twisted, and between the wide-open thighs, a disproportionately

gaping oozed thick, sticky blood. The once smooth, delicate body was covered in horrific

wounds. A pair of lifeless eyes stared blankly at her pale face, utterly devoid of life.
The Countess had been raped to death by me.
I wasn't surprised; it was an inevitable outcome. At the same time, I felt the pain in my body and unconsciously grimaced

. It didn't matter. I had already eliminated the Countess. After a little more time with her, I could use a return

scroll to return to camp, and Akara would naturally heal my wounds.
I forced myself to stand up and began to collect my spoils. More battles awaited

me in the future, but I didn't care. Because I was a barbarian.

[Dark Destruction: The Sacred Union of the Gods of Lust]
"Cleanse the evil cave of monsters, and I will reward you."
Akara's gentle, melodious voice rang in my ears. I gripped my longsword tightly and continued the tedious

search , groping my way forward through the gloomy, dark cave.
Completely focused on finding traces of the enemy, every nerve in my body was taut. It wasn't fear of

the enemy's laughable attacks, but rather the fear of accidentally letting any hidden enemies slip through. Akara's task for me

was to eliminate all the enemies within the cave; if even one monster escaped, the mission wouldn't be complete.
Of course, I didn't care about Akara's reward. Destroying evil was my innate mission.
My name is Fane, and I am a paladin.
The monsters in the cave were mostly low-level zombies and hordes of lesser demons, utterly insignificant to a proper

paladin . But what was annoying was the cave's extreme darkness, and the lesser

demons, after the death of their leader, often scattered in all directions. As for the zombies, they were so slow I felt

sorry for them; they were too easy to overlook. Finding and eliminating these monsters hiding in the darkness one by one would be

incredibly time-consuming.
"Got it!"
A low, hoarse growl came from ahead, accompanied by a slight rustling sound. I knew it

was a group of zombies, and there must be quite a few of them.
I immediately perked up. I had already eliminated quite a few monsters along the way, and I felt this

cave was nearing its end. The final enemy was likely just ahead, and my mission was almost complete.
Carefully skirting a large rock blocking my path, my vision suddenly opened up. A

zombie radiating an eerie blue light stared at me from afar with blood-red eyes, surrounded by a group of ordinary zombies. Its

blue light wasn't particularly strong, but it was extremely conspicuous in the darkness, sending chills down my spine.
"Got the big one!"
I secretly rejoiced; this special zombie was likely

the source of the dark power within this evil cave.
As a paladin, I cannot allow such a malevolent monster to continue to exist here.
"Blessing of the God of War, protection of divine power..."
I chanted the battle incantation softly, a faint white light emanating from the surface of my left shield,

greatly . Simultaneously, I activated my protective aura, a pale blue halo surrounding me.
Activating two defensive skills in quick succession—my caution was not without reason. Zombies' attacks are purely physical

; defense is crucial in their fight. The zombie before me clearly possessed immense power, and

before understanding its true strength, I should prioritize avoiding harm over achieving victory.
Having prepared for battle, I slowly stepped forward. The blue-glowing zombie stood

still , but the zombies around it began to slowly approach.
Although both were moving slowly, we were gradually closing in. The two

zombies stretched out their stiff hands and lunged at me.
Protected by my protective aura, I remained unfazed by their attacks, making no

move to . The reinforced shield easily blocked the attack of the zombie on the left, while the longsword in the right hand swung powerfully, slashing several times at the zombie on the right

in the blink of an eye . After the zombie on the right fell, the sword was used to strike

the zombie on the left.
"Frenzied Attack" is a common combat skill used by paladins when facing sieges. It allows for a series of continuous attacks on

the enemy , while also protecting surrounding enemies. In the current situation, this

skill is extremely useful.
The two zombies in front were cut down as soon as we made contact, and before the zombies behind could react, I took

a few big steps and rushed into their midst, my sword raining down.
"Thud, thud..."
The sound of blades cutting through muscle rang in my ears continuously as zombies fell one after another in front of me.

Their sharp claws were either deflected by shields or repelled by the spiritual energy surrounding my body.
The number of zombies around me was decreasing, but I felt no pity and continued to swing my longsword.

These monsters were not worth any mercy.
When the last zombie fell, I finally stopped. Before me, only the blue-glowing zombie remained.
It had several small wounds on its body, proving that the protection of spiritual energy was not foolproof. While confronting the blue-glowing

zombie switched my protective spiritual energy, changing the defensive aura into a healing aura.
The wound gradually stopped bleeding and began to heal, and I breathed a sigh of relief. The zombie opposite me had obviously

noticed , and finally couldn't resist approaching me.
"It's too late to act now."
I smiled slightly, watching it approach with confidence.
"Whoosh!" The ghostly claw swung up, bringing a gust of wind.
I hurriedly raised my shield to meet it, intending to test its strength.
With a resounding "clang," I felt a slight numbness in my left hand, and involuntarily took a half step back, but I felt

completely at ease. Although this guy was strong, I was certain I could withstand it.
"Pfft," my right hand swung the longsword, striking its body with incredible speed, but it bounced back with a jolt.

This guy's body was unexpectedly sturdy.
I was secretly surprised, and while defending against its attacks, I once again converted my spiritual energy.
The color of my protective aura turned red, and a tremendous power arose within me.
"Thud," the sound of a blade slicing through flesh rang out again as my longsword pierced deep into its body, only to be pulled out with a

forceful tug. I let out a long howl and unleashed "Frenzied Attack" once more. With the increased attack power, the blue

zombie's body could no longer withstand my longsword, and it was quickly hacked to pieces, collapsing to the ground with a shriek

.
"It's over."
I sheathed my longsword, suddenly noticing that the darkness in the cave was gradually dissipating, and several soft beams of light shone

down from above.
"Evil has been vanquished, darkness will recede."
At this moment, I confirmed that I had completed the mission, a surge of joy filling my heart. I casually opened a return scroll.

A portal of light and shadow appeared before me, and I stepped inside.
"Akara, I'm back."
A flash of light, and I was back at the Rogue Encampment, Akara's tent not far away.
Akara, dressed in a purple nun's robe, stood leisurely outside the tent, her long, glossy black

hair cascading over her shoulders. A sweet smile bloomed on her beautiful face as she nodded slightly to me. I

bowed slightly and returned the smile; in that instant, all the hardship felt worthwhile.
"Miss Akara," I knelt down beside her, took her outstretched hand, and gently kissed it.

"The evil cave has regained its light; all the demons have been vanquished."
"Congratulations," Akara said softly. "Brave and noble paladin, Fane, you have proven

your worth to the gods. Now, I will fulfill the promise I made. Come with me."
I rose and followed her into the tent. I looked up to see Akara turn around, undressing before me.
"Ah, Miss Akara," I exclaimed in surprise, "What are you doing?"
"Don't be surprised, this is a reward from God."
Akara's face was solemn as she slowly said, "You have even more arduous tasks

to complete in the future. After you have intercourse with me, you will gain enhanced skills. Remember, this is

a gift ."
"Just a gift from God?"
Hearing her words, I stood there stunned, a faint pang of sorrow in my heart.
The purple robe fell down, and Akara continued to unbutton her close-fitting undergarments. In a moment, a plump and smooth, beautiful

body appeared naked before my eyes. Her snow-white, alabaster-like skin was slightly flushed, and her plump, fair

body displayed beautiful curves. Her round, soft breasts stood high on her chest, with two

alluring . Below was a smooth abdomen, and at the junction of her full, fair thighs,

a thicket of fuzzy black hair grew, and a thin slit of pinkish-red flesh ran through the plump, slightly protruding flesh.
Gazing at this divinely perfect body, I was momentarily stunned. Male desire surged rapidly from

my groin , and the metal plate of my armor, blocking my abdomen, arched slightly. This was not unfamiliar to me;

paladins were not abstinent.
Akara clearly saw my reaction, a blush rising on her holy face, and said in a soft voice,

"Come, don't hesitate, this is the will of God."
"Thank God..."
I finally "submitted" to the will of God and began to remove my armor. A moment later, I returned to

my original state, a proud and erect penis protruding from my crotch, pointing directly at Akara opposite me.
"In the name of the true God, Sister Akara and Paladin Fane are about to engage in the Holy Union..."
Akara chanted aloud, closing her eyes devoutly. I silently repeated after her, then stepped towards

the incredibly alluring body before me.
I reached out and embraced Akara, her skin soft and supple to the touch, as if boneless. Akara's

eyes remained tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and she
let out a soft moan as she collapsed into my arms. I pressed her down to the ground with a forceful movement, one hand holding her slender waist, the other exploring her undulating

curves . Akara's body writhed restlessly beneath me,

occasionally arching upwards, her soft breasts heaving and trembling, the two bright red nipples shimmering

and pulsating before my eyes.
I opened my mouth and took one of the pulsating nipples into my mouth, gently biting and sucking, while using my slightly stubbled...

He rubbed his chin against her soft breasts. Akara's body trembled even more violently, and suppressed

moans . Her full, long thighs were tightly pressed together, and her round buttocks

swayed from side to side beneath me.
I knew that this beautiful and holy nun was ultimately unable to suppress her lust, so I took advantage of the situation and

slid , through her smooth abdomen and the hairy, dark bush, and explored between her tightly pressed legs.
With a little force, I inserted my palm into the gap between her legs and slowly moved it to Akara's alluring entrance. A

sticky , slippery feeling made me smile slightly, and I inserted my finger into her flesh, digging and

rotating it in her slippery vulva. The tender flesh of her vaginal walls immediately contracted, tightly gripping my finger, reacting spasmodically.
"Ah...no, don't..." Akara finally couldn't help but let out a charming moan, her tightly closed eyes

slightly opening, her gaze brimming.
"Then please open your jade legs, Miss," I whispered in her delicate, round ear.
Akara gave a soft "Mmm," opened her tightly closed legs, and suddenly whispered, "In

the name , Faen, enter me."
"You..."
I felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of my heart. I also believe in the true God, but Akara, you clearly

have feelings for me, why do you still use the name of God to hide your emotions?
A bitter feeling welled up inside me, I brought my penis between Akara's legs, pressed it against her two swollen, full labia, and

pushed it into the crevice between her labia with force.
"Mmm..." Akara let out a soft moan, then closed her mouth reservedly, letting me

thrust .
In Akara's tight, tender vagina, the soft and elastic walls of her vagina gripped my

penis . As my penis continued to thrust deeper, the warm, tender vaginal flesh contracted and writhed in waves, like countless living

little hands rubbing and squeezing the surface of my penis. The indescribable feeling of comfort almost made me ejaculate instantly

, startling me into stopping abruptly.
After regaining my composure, I breathed a sigh of relief and began to gently thrust my penis in and out of her vagina.
Akara lay beneath me with her limbs spread wide, silently enduring everything, appearing so calm,

as if she were truly just fulfilling a task entrusted to her by God. Seeing this, I felt a surge of desire.
"Akara, I will let you experience true pleasure,"
I secretly resolved, a thought rising in my mind. I lifted Akara's buttocks with both hands, letting her

legs wrap around my waist, and with a slight twist of my penis inside her vagina, I thrust straight forward.
"Plop,"
Akara's body trembled as I thrust all the way in; my penis had already thrust into her vagina more than

a dozen times. I let out a soft sigh, pulled my penis back, and then thrust forward again, another dozen

thrusts.
"Ah...ah, you, you used..." Her body went limp from my thrusts, Akara gasped, reaching out to

cling to my arms, trying to speak but unable to.
"Frenzied Attack"
—I used this skill on my penis, each thrust

pumping in and out of Akara's vagina at an incredible speed, more than a dozen times in a row, a frequency no one could imagine.
"You, ah...so, so good..."
Under my passionate onslaught, Akara gradually began to respond

enthusiastically twisting her hips and thrusting her lower body to meet my movements. Her reaction further stimulated me,

and I thrust into her with all my might, shouting, "Akara, I love you."
"I...love you too!"
Akara finally let go of her inhibitions, her beautiful eyes revealing undisguised affection as she uttered these words that filled me

with ecstasy .
At this moment, my attack could only be described as a "storm," each normal thrust accompanied by

dozens of fierce sprints. The tip of my penis relentlessly pounded against the soft flesh at the bottom of her vagina, driving Akara

to the brink of ecstasy. Gushes of fluid gushed from her, quickly soaking our joined bodies.
"No, I can't take it anymore..."
After a prolonged and intense assault, Akara's body seemed to have lost all strength, collapsing limply. Her hands, which had

been clinging to my arms, loosened their grip, and her legs, which had been wrapped around my lower back, dangled down.
Looking at her pitiful, overwhelmed expression, I felt a pang of pity. A quick thought struck me, and

I made a plan.
"Blessing of the True God, Restoration of Strength."
I activated my aura of stamina restoration, and a bright orange halo enveloped Akara and me.
A paladin's aura not only enhances their own abilities but also aids their companions. The stamina

restoration halo helps the recipient quickly recover their strength and significantly increases their movement speed.
Enveloped by my stamina restoration halo, Akara's lost strength gradually returned, and she began

to respond to my movements again.
This response immediately triggered another effect of the stamina recovery aura. Akara's hip thrusts and twists

were several times faster than before, causing her breasts to swing wildly up and down, almost as if they were about to

detach from her body.
I watched with satisfaction as the beauty beneath me wore an expression of ecstasy, fully enjoying the pleasure with me. Supported by our

abundant stamina, our union lasted for an unknown amount of time. When I finally succumbed to

the suction deep within Akara's vagina and roared as I ejaculated, Akara also screamed as she reached her climax, a warm

liquid instantly soaking my penis.
A magical power emanated from our point of union, and my entire body felt an unusual comfort. Akara was

right; I knew clearly that my skills had truly improved.
After the passion, Akara fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, but I opened my eyes wide with excitement. God, you have given

me the love of my life and made me stronger. I know how I should repay you.
To eradicate evil from the world.
This is a difficult and long road, but I will not back down. Because I am a paladin.

[The Smile of the Witch of Diablo's Destruction God] "Whoosh!"
A fireball flew from my hand, drifting forward, illuminating everything in its path.
"No enemies."
I breathed a sigh of relief, using the firelight to bolster my courage, and continued cautiously forward. A fireball struck a distant

stone wall, scattering sparks that vanished in a flash, and my heart immediately tightened again.
My tension wasn't due to weakness; in fact, I possessed abilities

far Unfortunately, despite my astonishing destructive power, my body remained as

fragile as an ordinary person's.
My name is Invelia, and I am a mage.
Specializing in magical energy research, I can easily summon devastating magical

flames , lightning, or ice. However, I haven't undergone any physical training; I

'm weak, frail, and practically defenseless. To protect myself, I absolutely cannot allow anyone to get close

; I must eliminate any enemy before they even approach.
Poor defense is a weakness common to all mages. Even those who have mastered advanced defensive magic

cannot continuously use mana-intensive defensive spells. If caught off

guard and ambushed, they are doomed.
Robust defensive gear would normally be the best protection. Unfortunately, mages with poor physical strength

simply lack the strength to wear heavy, crushing armor; at best, they can only use leather

armor.
In this situation, armor with magical protection becomes the mages' favorite. A light

cloth garment , once properly enchanted, can offer better protection than metal armor.
If I could retrieve the magical hammer she lost in the monastery, she could enchant

one of my pieces of equipment. When the blacksmith Chash of the Rogue Encampment offered me this deal,

I agreed almost without hesitation, and then I arrived in this terrifying, hellish place.
When Diablo awoke, the evil dark forces, led by the sorceress Andariel, conquered

this sacred monastery, turning it into a paradise for evil monsters. Andariel still lurks deep within

the monastery , slaughtering countless warriors who came to slay her demons.
Fortunately, the hammer had only fallen in a military camp outside the monastery,

supposedly quite a distance from Andariel's hiding place, and seemed to be guarded only by a blacksmith. Therefore, the task shouldn't be

too difficult.
Even so, I remained cautious, casting a fireball every so often

to check the situation ahead. This low-level magic consumed almost no mana, yet ensured my safety.
Those physically strong warriors always looked down on my cautious approach. They said that in

some country, there was an insult: "A pig's life is all about caution." It was directed at a

wise man similar to a mage, suggesting that it was better to find a warrior partner for protection than to risk everything.
I knew perfectly well what these warriors were really after; they were simply attracted to my beauty and

magical power. A beautiful woman who could help kill enemies was always popular with men. To these ill-intentioned

fellows, my usual response was a few lightning bolts.
"Damn it!"
Without realizing it, I found myself having opened a tightly closed wooden door without any warning. Based on my

experience , usually, behind such a door was a group of menacing monsters.
Before I could even regret it, a series of strange screams rang out, and sure enough, a group of menacing monsters rushed

out , including several small demons and a few skeleton warriors wielding large swords.
There was absolutely no time to gather energy; the only thing I could do was immediately turn around and run,

chanting my most frequently used magic incantation as I ran.
"Dominator... Lightning... Energy... God, grant me... the speed of lightning."
After finishing the incantation haltingly, I could already feel the cold wind from the blades cutting through the air behind me. I quickly

adjusted my direction and released the spell.
"Teleportation!"
A circle of lightning flashed around my body in an instant, and in a blur, I was already dozens of meters away.

After a brief commotion, the group of monsters spotted me again and charged at me once more.
"Hehe, things are different now."
I stood leisurely in place, slowly raising my staff towards the charging monsters.
"Frost... Spirit, obey my... command."
Still panting from the run, my incantation was broken and halting—how embarrassing.

Fortunately, my magical skill was high enough. As the incantation finished, a pale blue gas

emerged from the tip of my staff, mixed with countless tiny ice particles, spraying towards the oncoming monsters. A
bone-chilling cold surged forth, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly. The first few

imps hit were instantly turned into ice sculptures, then shattered into ice shards by the subsequent impact, their bodies reduced to dust.

These imps, relying on the resurrection abilities of demon wizards, were always a headache for adventurers, but unfortunately for them, they had run into

me this time.
Several skeleton warriors, being slower, were fortunate enough to escape the cold and quickly quickened

their pace. Of course, I wouldn't give them a chance to get close. I sheathed my staff and swung it again.
"Sizzle... Bang..."
Under my powerful magical attack, the skeleton warriors and imps were no different; both were

utterly vulnerable . Before they could even reach me, they melted into puddles of icy water.
"That was close."
I put away my staff with satisfaction, patted my chest lightly, and then stepped forward.
"Protection of the Frost Spirits, those who wish to harm me will suffer the consequences."
Gradually approaching the open wooden door, I slowly activated my defensive spell. Countless ice shards

swirled around my body with a chilling aura, forming a faint ice shield.
The spell "Shattered Ice Armor" greatly enhanced my defensive capabilities, and all enemies who

directly would be affected by the chilling aura, their bodies freezing solid.
With the protection of the magic, my steps became much lighter, and I quickly reached the door and stepped

inside.
The faint blue light emitted by the "Shattered Ice Armor" immediately dispelled the darkness inside the door, and several little

demons viciously swung their knives at me.
I didn't dodge, letting the short swords fall on me. The sharp blades struck the ice armor,

colliding with the ice shards with a crisp clang before bouncing off, the chill already traveling along the blades,

instantly freezing them.
With a graceful movement, I swung my staff, lightly tapping several frozen statues

. With a series of thuds, the ice sculptures shattered into countless ice fragments.
Next, I needed to find the demon wizard, who should now be all alone.
A moment's concentration, and the ice shield around me subtly changed, transforming from "shattered ice armor" into

"frost magic armor" capable of reflecting ranged attacks.
I hadn't gone far when a fireball silently attacked me from the darkness.

In the firelight, a completely black demon wizard stood in a corner, chanting incantations.
I watched the fireball fly towards me, calmly standing still, and smiled at the demon wizard.
"Crack!"
The ice armor struck by the fireball made a muffled sound. The ice shield around me rippled, then fired an

ice arrow, following the trajectory of the fireball towards the demon wizard.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. I shrugged, turned around, and continued forward. The ice shield rippled a few times before

disappearing . This magic was extremely powerful, but its duration was very short.
After turning a few corners, I suddenly noticed a blazing fire in the distance. I looked closely and was overjoyed.
It was a huge stone furnace, and on an iron rack beside it, a small iron hammer gleamed in the firelight

—the very magical hammer I had been searching for.
I never expected this journey to be so successful. Overjoyed, I rushed towards the iron rack, completely

forgetting where I was and my usual principle of caution.
A sudden gust of wind swept in from the side. Caught completely off guard, I only had time to turn my head to

one side .
Before my eyes, a gigantic man, his body bulging with muscles and towering immensely, lunged at me.
"That's the blacksmith..."
Just as I thought this, the blacksmith's massive fist slammed into me, a sharp pain shooting through me, and

everything went black. Then, it felt like I'd been hit by a galloping carriage; I

felt as if I were floating in the air, a jolt running through my body, and then I knew nothing more.
Before losing consciousness, I had only one thought: I deeply admired that wise man from the East, who was called a "

pig ." It's truly remarkable that someone could remain cautious throughout their life.
When I awoke, my entire body felt like it was broken, aching and trembling. I tried to

get up, but found myself unable to move. As my mind cleared, I realized my predicament.
Several iron chains, each as thick as a thumb, were tightly bound to my limbs, the other end connected to a large iron frame,

suspending me in a "T" shape in mid-air. Before me, the giant man fiddled with my staff in one hand,

his beast-like eyes glaring fiercely at me.
A chill ran down my spine, but I forced a smile and said, "Hello."
There was no reply; the giant just stared at me coldly, as if he hadn't heard me at all.
"You damned thing,"
I cursed inwardly, but my smile only grew brighter. "Brother, you've made me

feel terrible. Please, put me down."
Perhaps my beautiful smile finally worked; though I didn't know if he understood me

, the giant suddenly dropped his staff and walked towards me.
Secretly pleased, I waited until he was close enough, then quickly activated

the energy .
"God who controls lightning energy, grant me the power of destruction!"
I swiftly completed the incantation, then with difficulty, I twisted my wrist, pointing my fingertips at the approaching giant. A beam

of lightning shot from my fingertips, striking him precisely.
"Sizzle..."
A dazzling light flashed before my eyes, but they remained wide open, unblinking. Struck by lightning,

the giant only paused slightly before continuing to approach me as if nothing had happened.
"My God, what kind of monster is this?"
I cried out inwardly, completely losing the will to attack again. I watched helplessly as he reached

me, and in despair, I closed my eyes.
"Rip..."
The sound of tearing clothes suddenly rang out. I opened my eyes abruptly and saw that the giant had already

ripped open , and his inner garments were also torn open.
"My God, is he going to rape me first and then kill me? No, it could also be that he rapes me to death directly."
I couldn't believe that this monster, who looked like a stone man, would have such a fetish.

Looking at his enormous body at such close range, I felt a chill run down my spine.
No matter how unwilling I was, in his hands, I had no chance to resist. In the blink of an eye, my

clothes were stripped off, and my proud, enviable body was laid bare

before .
A pair of rough, whetstone-like hands landed on my body, wantonly

caressing , leaving red marks wherever they touched. The burning pain made me tremble uncontrollably,

and a look of agony appeared on my face. However, that damned blacksmith showed no sign of stopping, instead rubbing harder

.
"No... don't rub anymore,"
I couldn't help but whimper, followed by a cry of pain. Those large hands roughly

grabbed my soft, white breasts, rubbing and twisting them. Fingers like iron clamps pinched my sensitive

nipples, tightening them violently, with a force that felt like they were trying to twist them off.
"It's over. This monster probably just sees me as a toy. I'm afraid I won't be raped to death, but crushed

to death."
An overwhelming sense of fear chilled me to the bone, but the excruciating pain instantly brought me back to my senses.

There was only ; I could only hope that this monster didn't truly see me as nothing more than a toy.
"Blacksmith...brother,"
I said, suppressing the pain and the nausea in my heart, trying to speak in a sweet, cloying voice to the monster before me, "This..."

"What's the point of just playing around like this? Let me show you your real skills."
The rough movements continued, showing no sign of changing. Just as I was lamenting my ill-fated beauty,

having encountered a blacksmith who knew nothing but kneading dough, the blacksmith, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly

raised his head, his huge eyes flashing with a strange light, staring straight at me.
"Finally, a reaction!"
I was overjoyed, trying to move my facial muscles to put on a potentially charming expression, and

twisted my body, saying, "What's the point of just playing around like this? Come on, put me down, let me serve you properly."
The blacksmith stared blankly at me, his face, as if cast in iron, expressionless. I was uneasy,

but I had to force a smile, feeling that every second was as long as a year.
I don't know how much time passed, but the large hands that had been moving on my body finally left. The blacksmith straightened up and reached out to grab

the top of the iron frame.
I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but before I could even feel happy, the chains binding my legs tightened. With a creaking sound

from , my legs were slowly lifted up by the chains, quickly rising above my shoulders.
The rattling of the iron frame stopped, and I was hanging from it in this position: legs upside down over my shoulders,

my genitals thrusting forward slightly, swaying back and forth on the frame.
The blacksmith approached my body with satisfaction, casually tearing off the only piece of clothing he was wearing—a

rough cloth covering his genitals.
"My God!"
The penis that appeared before me, just like its owner, was abnormally large and thick,

almost longer and thicker than my arm. The dark shaft was covered with bulging, whisker-like protrusions, and

the glans, as big as my fist, made it look so ferocious and terrifying.
I had forced a smile again, wanting the blacksmith to put me down. But when I saw

this penis, I couldn't speak anymore; a smile would have looked worse than a cry. In that instant, I even

wondered if this blacksmith usually used this thing for work.
There was absolutely no room for struggle. The blacksmith thrust his terrifying penis forward, easily pressing it against

my defenseless vulva. A pair of large hands grabbed my buttocks from behind, pulling me towards him, and the

enormous tip forced its way in, pushing open the closed labia of my small opening.
"Pain!"
At that moment, that was all I could think of; my mind was blank. The infuriating thing was that I

hadn't fainted. The burning pain in my lower body was still incredibly clear, and it grew increasingly intense with each

thrust .
The soft flesh inside my vulva gripped the rough, hard, iron-like penis, rubbing it until it tingled.
A pair of strong hands gripped my buttocks tightly, their ten fingers digging deep

into the flesh. As the penis thrust in, the resistance from my narrow vulva increased, and those two

hands gripped even tighter.
The pain continued until the hard penis inside me pressed against my most sensitive

spot . A tingling, numb sensation suddenly spread throughout my body, and my body convulsed violently.
"No...no more..."
I groaned weakly, managing to utter these words with all my might.
However, the answer was a roar; the pain in my lower body suddenly intensified a hundredfold. I

felt a deafening boom in my head, and finally lost consciousness.
"Am I dead...?"
In a daze, I seemed to feel my own existence again, a wave of confusion washing over me. However,

everything quickly flooded my mind: the rattling of the chains and the creaking of the metal frame reached my ears. My consciousness snapped back to reality, and I

abruptly opened my eyes.
I felt nothing in my lower body. Looking closely, I saw that hideous penis relentlessly thrusting in and out of

my tender vagina. The bright red flesh inside tightly gripped the shaft, swirling out with its withdrawal. The wrinkled

surface of my vagina was streaked with blood, looking utterly pitiful.
"I'm not dead!"
The monster still held me tightly by the buttocks, each thrust pulling my lower body forward with brutal

force . The labia at the entrance were rubbed raw, turning a purplish-red color and splitting drastically to the sides.
I couldn't believe I had survived such brutal torment.
As I regained consciousness, I finally noticed the faint energy fluctuations around my body. I

was startled, then overjoyed.
"Energy Shield!"
For some reason, I must have triggered the energy within my body during the intense stimulation,

activating this protective magic that could absorb damage even while I was unconscious. The blacksmith's ferocious physical torture

, though excruciating, wasn't enough to kill me.
"In that case, it's time for me to fight back."
A thought arose in my mind, and I endured the waves of pain, silently gathering energy.
The surrounding air grew colder, but the blacksmith, relentlessly tormenting me, seemed completely

oblivious , still focused on thrusting his penis in and out of my body. I was secretly pleased; it turned out that

while his body was incredibly strong, his senses were rather dull.
I silently endured his attacks, gradually increasing my energy. The surrounding temperature dropped lower and lower, and fine ice particles began to appear

on .
The blacksmith finally noticed the abnormality, abruptly looking up and stopping in his tracks.
"Too late."
I gave him a forced smile, releasing my magic without reservation.
In an instant, the blacksmith's body was covered in a layer of solid ice, but his flesh remained completely unharmed. With a

strange roar , he withdrew. Unfortunately, he only managed that movement; he couldn't actually leave my body.

After a slight pause, his gaze immediately shifted to my lower body, where we were still joined.
"I don't believe your thing is as tough as your body!"
I sneered, while trying to enhance the energy of my "Ice Shattering Armor," "Unless you're really using it to

make weapons."
The blacksmith let out a deafening roar, the ice on his body shattering piece by piece, only to be immediately replaced by new ice.

Covering him rendered him helpless against my proximity.
A layer of mist shrouded the air, and the chains binding my hands and feet cracked shrilly. This was not surprising;

even steel could not withstand the chill.
Just as several chains snapped with a cracking sound, the blacksmith finally let out a painful roar.
My hands and feet were freed, but my body was still suspended in the air, held up by the blacksmith's penis. However, a

very loud cracking sound faintly emanated from within me, and my freed hands slammed down on his groin.
With a "crack," the blacksmith's body finally separated from me, allowing me to fall from the air. My legs hit the ground,

then went limp, and I collapsed onto the ground, utterly powerless.
Looking down, I saw that my once tight opening was now swollen wide open by an ice pop, a shocking sight.

Silently circulating my energy, severing the connection with the ice pop, I reached out and pulled it out.
"Crack!"
The ice pop shattered on the ground. Only then did I feel relieved and raise my head. The blacksmith stood stiffly before me,

and I knew he was hopeless.
The chill seeping from his wounds had completely frozen him; despite his extraordinary strength, death was inevitable.
I let out a long sigh, and after a long while, I staggered to the iron rack a short distance away and

put away .
Turning back, I saw the blacksmith still staring at me with his enormous eyes, so I turned back and walked up to him:

"Not convinced? Remember, my name is Invelia, and I'm a mage."
After taking a few steps, I turned back again, smiling, and said, "However, those who know me usually call me

—a witch!"

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