【Floating World】(Volume 1, Floating Clouds, Chapters 5 and 6, Part 1 and 2, The Sisters Are Separated)

[Floating World] (Volume 1, Floating Clouds, Chapter 5, Sisters Separated, Part 1)
Five days later, in the night of Florence County, more than 300 miles from the imperial city.
Lifting the carriage curtain, Celeste said to the outside, "Talia, the two young princesses are hungry again. Let's rest for a bit before
continuing. "
Talia, pulling on the reins, lowered her robes and hat, nodded, and pointed to a small river not far away: "Sister, let's stop the carriage
there and rest." The two mages, temporarily acting as drivers, understood and flicked the reins, leading the carriage to the riverbank.
"Ah! This water is so refreshing!" Talia scooped up several handfuls of water and splashed it on her face. The two female mages
lit a bonfire with their finger flames and took turns keeping watch and resting. Driving the carriage continuously for four days would be exhausting even for a strong man
, let alone these two female mages.
After feeding and lulling the princesses to sleep, Siris got out of the carriage and stretched. Thinking that wandering around aimlessly without
a destination wasn't a good idea, she sat by the fire and asked, "Talia, you
traveled extensively in your youth to obtain the title of Magic Swordsman. Where do you think would be safer for us?"
After adding a few pieces of wood, Talia pondered and said, "Two places should be feasible. One is the chaotic
city in the south, where no one cares if someone claims a kingdom. The other is the territory of Grand Duchess Cagalli in Stein City to the west. Although this
unruly Grand Duchess hasn't opposed Velastor becoming prince,
information from the palace suggests she has absolutely no affection for him."
Siris was naturally familiar with this legendary Grand Duchess; Cagalli was said to be a Silver-rank Magic Swordsman.
Originally a commoner, she traveled to Stein City at the age of eighteen and
fell in love at first sight with the then Grand Duke Agkhzav. The two quickly became inseparable. However, the Grand Duchess's family, seeking to expand their territory, decided to
arrange a marriage between Agkhzav and the daughter of a neighboring lord.
Kagari, who had already entrusted her virginity to Agkhzav, was enraged. In one night, she slaughtered the entire lord's
family, finally returning to Stein with the woman's head.
Agkhzav smiled, ignoring the head at his feet, brushed aside the sword resting on his shoulder, and picked up the blood-soaked
Kagari. From that day on, Stein had a mistress.
As Grand Duchess, Kagari changed her former ruthlessness, and after giving birth to two sons, she remained secluded
in the Grand Duchess's mansion, devoted to her husband and children. If Agkhzav hadn't succumbed to a serious illness, the title "Dancer of Frost" might never have existed
.
But fate played a cruel trick; Agkhzav suddenly died at the young age of forty, and the surrounding, dormant forces erupted into conflict.
The Agkhzaf family was embroiled in internal strife, and Cagalli stepped back into the limelight. Abandoning her young
son, she slaughtered all opposition within the Agkhzaf family, then submitted to the Reines Empire. Finally, she led her army
on conquests across the land, wiping out entire enemy clans in every battle, earning the title of "Dancer of Frost" with her sword, the Deep Blue Sea.
At the time, Helis, newly enthroned and newly married to Shelley, immediately led
his army to aid Cagalli upon receiving her submission. However, before reaching Stein, he learned of Cagalli's victorious return. The two met outside the city, and Wells immediately proclaimed
Cagalli as Grand Duchess, returning home the following day.
What they discussed that night remains unknown, only tales embellished by idle, nostalgic bards
have been passed down through generations.
After much deliberation, Siris decided to go to the Chaotic Kingdom, not because of the bard's scandalous
affair, but because she feared these political manipulators who might unite again for personal gain,
leaving her to suffer the consequences.
Talia nodded in agreement, taking the water jug from Siris, her face darkening. Her gaze shifted to
a humanoid figure emerging from the northern woods, followed by about fifty others. Among them were more than ten
burly men over two and a half meters tall—the eternal guardians of the barbarian tribe—the berserkers.
Siris, worried about the little princess, rushed towards the carriage, but after only a few steps, she screamed in terror. She saw
a blurry shadow silently slice a dagger across the throat of the dozing female mage.
After screaming, Siris desperately propelled her trembling body toward the carriage. Another female mage,
catching her breath thanks to her companion's life, tumbled off the carriage, but her leg was still struck by the assassin's thrown dagger.
Ignoring the humanoid black mist slowly approaching from the woods, Talia drew her sword and dashed toward the carriage, simultaneously unleashing a powerful
slash of energy with both hands.
Taking advantage of the crescent-shaped orange energy slash forcing back the assassin, the female mage quickly chanted a spell: "Spirits of the wind
, transform into sharp blades, pierce through the path ahead—Wind Blossom Blade!" After the female mage finished chanting
the incantation, she took a deep breath and exhaled sharply. A dozen silver blades whistled through the air towards
the enemy Talia had confined in mid-air. The assassin, with nowhere to dodge, hastily drew two daggers from his arms, flailing them wildly to deflect
the wind blades. However, he was powerless against another wave of chaotic wind blades from the female mage, and his body was instantly sliced into countless
pieces of varying sizes.
Ignoring the falling pieces of flesh, Siris lifted the carriage curtain and
breathed a sigh of relief. The two little princesses were wide-eyed, their large, watery eyes darting around.
Seeing the assassin they had ambushed die a gruesome death, the person in the black mist chuckled, "No wonder you're
the mage protecting the Empress Dowager. If I hadn't ambushed one earlier, I would have really suffered today." His voice was
hoarse and leaky, like a broken bellows.
Talia stood protectively in front of the carriage, her rapier pointed at the other side: "You won't even spare two children?"
"A child? A child with royal blood flowing through their veins is no ordinary child," the figure in the black mist said, extending a staff . The
staff was as black as ink, with headless, three-winged angels at both ends of its three-foot-long shaft. Even more astonishing was the
small, jade-like hand of a woman.
The female mage, ignoring the wound on her calf, solemnly declared, "That is the Staff of Anubis!"
She then began to scatter incense: "O omnipotent spirit of the wind... with the air as your bow, and light as your arrow,
bear the power of my will, and cleave the distant void..."
"With the lamentations of the dead as your veins, the shadows of darkness as your flesh, and the filthy earth as your bones, let the world
tremble for your might, my death knight!" The woman finished chanting the incantation and plunged the Staff of Anubis into the ground. Instantly,
eight wisps of black mist rose around her.
Talia hadn't heard of the Staff of Anubis, but since it was named after the god of the underworld, it couldn't be a shoddy weapon. However,
no matter how powerful the spell, it was useless if the incantation wasn't completed. Talia's left hand slid across the blade,
imbuing it with ice-type damage magic aura while she charged forward, her target the mysterious woman.
Naturally, the woman wouldn't let Talia succeed. The fifteen barbarians roared, their muscles bulging rapidly, all their
blood vessels congesting and bursting, turning into purplish-blue veins. Their leather armor groaned under the strain before shattering into countless fragments
, their bloodshot pupils radiating boundless violence—this was the most famous berserker
technique among the barbarians.
Facing the fifteen berserkers charging like small mountains, Talia released her rapier, embedding it in
the ground where they were charging. The moment the rapier touched the ground, a three-meter-circle patch of ice immediately appeared. Several berserkers, unable to
regain their footing, lost their balance and fell heavily to the ground. Taking advantage of this opening, Talia quickly weaved through the barbarians surrounding her, drawing her rapier and thrusting it
at the woman shrouded in black mist.
"Clang!" The rapier was blocked by a three-meter-long greatsword; the one who attacked was the black mist surrounding the mage.
The black mist had now dissipated, revealing eight
death knights clad in black-painted armor, their full-face helmets emitting emerald flames from their pupils. The three-meter-long knight's sword was mottled and cracked, but no one could ignore
its lethality.
Seven of the death knights did not immediately engage in combat, but instead summoned varying numbers of skeleton warriors before
charging towards Talia, dragging their knight's swords. Only the death knight who blocked Talia's thrust did not summon skeletons
; he was a true death knight of a higher rank, as he could summon skeletal warhorses.
Fifteen berserkers, eight death knights, and the woman shrouded in black mist who hadn't yet made a move—this battle was going to be difficult!
Talia dodged a death knight's horizontal slash and retreated to the carriage.
After the sorceress finished chanting a complex incantation, the breeze in the air grew stronger, eventually transforming into a
five-meter-diameter tornado that swept across the charging berserkers, pulverizing the skeletal warriors who made a rattling sound as they walked
.
Taking advantage of this opening, the sorceress said, "Baroness, the enemy is quite troublesome. Please help delay them. I'll use a teleportation
array to send the two princesses and Miss Silis away first."
Talia nodded slightly and charged out again. Her rapier drew sparks from the death knight's thick plate armor,
breaking through a small section to reveal rotting, foul flesh.
Talia's hands went numb; she was secretly alarmed. If a low-ranking death knight was this ruthless,
what would happen if it were a high-ranking ghost knight? Dodging the berserker's giant axe and the death knight's greatsword, Talia leaped high into the air,
but could no longer evade the purple ice arrows fired by the woman in the black mist. With a cry of pain, she was sent flying backward, crashing onto the roof of the carriage.
Seeing black blood gushing from Talia's shoulder as she fell in, Silis tried to wipe it with a handkerchief, but Talia stopped her:
"Don't touch it! It's poisonous." Talia gritted her teeth, then leaped again, rushing forward to buy
time for her companions.
"...Stars shining in the night sky, wind spirits, guide me to the other side," the female mage
chanted the last note, pointing to a flat clearing by the river. A magic circle, shimmering with pentagram light,
appeared on the ground, and joyful wind magic spirits fluttered around it.
"Quickly!" the female mage maintaining the magic circle urged Silis urgently. She dared not move or
lose focus for even a moment. Silis hurriedly picked up the two little princesses and stumbled towards the magic circle.
Seeing her opponent attempt to escape the magic circle, the woman in the black mist unleashed six bursts of azure fire in a triangular pattern, followed by a rapid incantation:
"Lord of Darkness, by my blood, with your powerful will and control, control the lowly creatures of the lower realm
—Dark Binding!"
The female mage controlling the magic circle was utterly powerless to resist. Several black iron chains appeared on her body, coiling
and slithering around her like snakes. Without her control, the magic circle slowly darkened.
Xilis ran frantically, trying to rush in before the magic circle closed. Behind her came
the clattering sound of a skeletal horse collapsing. Xilis dared not turn back, fearing she would collapse from fright and never rise again
.
Before the greatsword even touched her back, the eerie cold wind made Xilis tremble. Contrary to expectations, she wasn't
cleaved in two by the greatsword, as the heavy blow was absorbed entirely by Talia. The flying Talia slammed into Xilis's back
, pushing Xilis staggeringly into the magic circle. However, already weak in the limbs, the impact caused Silis
to fling her left arm forward, throwing the infant princess in her arms into the river, where she drifted away with the current.
"Your Highness!" Silis cried out from within the magic circle, her body and the remaining baby in her arms slowly
disappearing.
Talia gazed towards the imperial city: "Shelley, this is all I can do, sister. Let us meet again in the next life."
Leaning on her rapier, she struggled to her feet; she was truly going to fight to the death.
[Floating World] (Volume 1, Floating Clouds, Chapter 6, Sisters Separated)
"Great traveler who wanders among all existence, please pause and have mercy. I will offer the infinite possibilities of the future as a gift, seeking to
advance on the uncertain path between this world and the other, leading the lost sheep bewildered before you to an endless journey without end.
With my life as a sacrifice, please grant me even greater power—the Life Sacrifice!"
Her face, pale from blood loss and poison gas, returned to its rosy hue. Talia, seemingly unaffected, blocked
the ordinary soldiers wandering the edge, preventing them from searching downstream for the princess adrift in the river.
The woman in black mist frowned and sighed, "Why bother? Is it worth it for her (him)?"
"Shining light, grant me, helpless one, your shelter. The evil from the outside will vanish.
Appear under the protection of great glory—Eternal Night Aurora!"
Talia, now a Silver Swordsman thanks to her life force, chanted an even more advanced spell.
Eight death knights stood there, their rusty heads "thinking," wondering why a
creature rapidly losing its life force could unleash even greater energy than before. Barbarians, driven mad, don't think. They raised their
battle axes, leaped high, and roared as they slashed down.
A thin beam of light pierced the berserker in mid-air; the tiny, negligible wound suddenly gushed forth
blood, instantly claiming the berserker's life.
Talia took a step forward, closing the distance between her and the woman to two hundred meters. Two berserkers
collapsed to the ground, limp and lifeless. Talia took a second step, reducing the distance to one hundred and seventy meters. A death knight
fell, flames spewing from the gaps in his armor… Throughout, the woman in the black mist showed no intention of attacking.
With less than seventy meters remaining, nine berserkers and four death knights lay behind her. Talia gasped for breath
, deciding to settle the score with her next strike.
A sharp sword aura, like lightning slicing through the sky, flew straight towards her, forcing back the black mist surrounding the woman while the tip of the sword
touched her brow but didn't penetrate.
The fearless killing intent vanished without a trace. Talia stared wide-eyed at the woman—Hathaway! But
Talia no longer had the strength to ask anything. Her hand gripping the sword hilt loosened, and she collapsed limply. The power gained by forcibly burning one's life
force will instantly kill the person if they are not rescued in time after its use is stopped. Even if they are saved,
they will be paralyzed for life.
With a snap of his fingers, he pointed at the female mage bound by magic. His knight's sword carved a furrow in the ground, and a
head flew high into the air.
From the muffled lip movements, Hathaway knew what Talia was asking. "Fallen creature, answer
the invitation of the messenger of darkness, open your bosom, devour everything, consume everything—Demon-Eating Mark!"
After casting the spell, Hathaway looked at her former best friend with pity: "Sister Talia, if the Demon-Eating Mark can save
your life, then I will make your remaining days more wonderful."
Leaving behind two berserkers with injured legs and ten ordinary soldiers, Hathaway immediately led four berserkers,
four death knights, and the remaining soldiers downstream to search for the little princess who had fallen into the water. However, no one noticed that Hathaway
had fallen into the campfire as a small, frozen ball of flesh.
The feeling of her blood being boiled was absolutely unbearable. If she could make a sound, Talia wished she could scream out loud;
even dying immediately would be better than this agonizing torment. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. The only parts of her body she could still control
besides her brain were her eyes .
If she could endure this pain under normal training conditions, Talia would definitely have made significant progress in her level
. But now, even if she achieved a breakthrough, what difference would it make? She would still be a crippled body she couldn't control.
The two barbarians, their rage subsided, went to the river to wash their wounds. The soldiers carried Talia onto the wrecked cart
and scattered around the campfire, enjoying a rare moment of relief. The two barbarians, having finished washing their wounds, limped back.
They didn't rest immediately but searched for the battle axe that the collector had knocked away. These were
weapons the tribe had painstakingly crafted, more valuable than gold to the barbarians.
"Squeak! Crack! Bang...!" The frozen flesh, no longer frozen by black magic, melted under the campfire. Upon
contact with the flames, it screamed and exploded, spraying green liquid everywhere and releasing wisps of smoke.
Startled, the soldiers reflexively grabbed their weapons and searched the campfire for the enemy, unaware that they had
inhaled the smoke. A wisp of smoke drifted towards Talia, only to be instantly devoured by the Devouring Mark. Slowly,
these people and barbarians began to drool, their pupils turning white as the irises disappeared.
Talia seemed to sense something and quickly scanned the scene with her peripheral vision. Good heavens! Had they all
gone mad? Talia saw the soldiers tearing at the clothes of two dead female mages, their movements rough and
savage. Robes were reduced to shreds, scattered everywhere, and the rolling, white flesh was being ravaged by countless demonic claws.
The drooling soldiers and barbarians tore off their clothes. This was only the second time Talia had seen male
genitalia; years ago, she had given her virginity to the late Emperor Halis. No one knew this secret,
and Talia didn't want anyone to know that she deeply loved her best friend's man. Halis had even sworn that night that one night of passion would be a night of unrequited
love.
Soon, something that made Talia nauseous happened: these soldiers were committing necrophilia! The female mage with her throat slit
was somewhat better, but what about the female mage whose head had been cruelly chopped off? Talia couldn't bear to watch any longer; if she
could move, she would have vomited uncontrollably.
On the edge of the firelight, a dozen unconscious soldiers were vying to release their lust, while
the bodies of two female mages who had recently died were still warm. Talia was unaware that the soldiers who had inhaled the poisonous smoke were actually dead, which
was exactly the effect Hathaway wanted, because she needed to further stimulate Talia.
Two mages, who had remained virgins until their deaths, were ruptured by the hard, bluish-gray phalluses.
Unlike girls who had just lost their virginity, they didn't cry out in pain, shed tears, or even whine. Their only reaction was the inertial trembling
of their bodies from the impact, followed by the repeated ejaculation of twelve phalluses.
Talia, who had never feared death, felt a tremor run through her body. She feared that what had happened to the two mages would be repeated on her. In fact, Talia's fears 　　had surfaced after
the headless mage was torn in two by the frenzied barbarians . With the already scarce tools of gratification becoming even scarcer, soon half the soldiers surrounded Talia 　　. If it weren't for their instinctive fear of the Demon-Eating Mark, these men would have already ejaculated countless times on this "living" body 　　. 　　The soldiers stood there, reaching out and then withdrawing their hands, their eager saliva splattering repeatedly, yet utterly helpless 　　. Talia wished she could die right now rather than suffer this torment; all that damned saliva 　　on her face was disgusting. 　　However, this stalemate didn't last long. After absorbing all the magic within Talia, the Demon-Eating Mark transformed into 　　a bat-shaped pattern on her lower abdomen and ceased functioning. Without the Demon-Eating Mark's threat, Talia watched in horror as more than a dozen 　　hands reached out towards her. The robes covering her body were instantly torn to shreds, 　　exposing her body, which she had sworn to belong only to the Emperor, to these soldiers. 　　Perhaps sensing life, the soldiers didn't rush to penetrate her as before, but instead pressed their noses 　　against Talia's body, greedily sniffing, until someone discovered that licking and biting her felt even better. 　　Talia had thought she would be torn to pieces before being raped by these soldiers; drenched in sweat from the pain, 　　she gazed at the starry sky, awaiting her death. However, her nipples were not damaged at all even though they were bitten and torn out of shape by the other party 　　, because she did not know that every time the damage reached a critical point, the Demon Eater Mark in her lower abdomen would light up to resolve the damage 　　.

They weren't satisfied with that, of course. One soldier, who had been biting Talia's delicate toes, quickly turned his attention
to her mons pubis. The soldier shoved aside his companions, also looking there, and thrust his bluish-gray penis in
forcefully, pumping rapidly before anyone else could.
Although Talia couldn't see her lower body, she knew what they were doing to her.
The sweetness and madness of that night with Helis was unforgettable, but this savage rape shattered Talia's last paradise
.
The tireless, rapid, and powerful thrusts almost made Talia's heart pound out of her chest;
she couldn't withstand the endless onslaught of these sex machines after just one night of passion.
With a spray of blood, the mage's throat was ripped apart by the barbarian. The
barbarian, gripping the mage's ankle, roared to the sky, then used the severed corpse as a weapon, smashing through the crowd. Talia
tried to close her eyes like a frightened rabbit, but her body wouldn't even grant that small wish.
The barbarian grabbed Talia's ankles, roaring again as he forcefully spread her legs apart, his destructive desire driving him
to tear the woman before him apart for the third time. However, this time the barbarian failed. Just as with the soldiers' previous attacks,
the Demon-Eating Mark protected Talia once more.
Unable to destroy the flesh before him several times, the barbarian's attention was diverted by the twisted, semen-sucking vulva between her legs
. With her legs pressed above her head, the once proud female magic swordsman humiliatingly raised her buttocks, her uterus
and vagina gushing with semen from the pressure of her lower abdomen, making Talia's already muddy crotch even more wanton.
He had heard that among nobles, the debauchery involved not only normal intercourse but also a peculiar hobby of groping
women from behind. Talia had initially been the victim of their malicious jokes, but today she experienced it firsthand.
It was a feeling far worse than being gang-raped by soldiers. Talia's eyes widened in pain, then gradually dimmed
. The poor female magic swordsman finally succumbed to the pain and fainted.
(to be continued)

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