The Black Dog Knights of Lust

On one side of the camp, several daring Band of the Hawk soldiers, wielding spears, discussed the monster's corpse.

The soldier with the ponytail said, "Look, it's terrifying! This monster looks like it could swallow a bear whole." The short-haired, blond soldier asked, "What kind of monster is that?" The ponytail soldier replied, "Who knows? I can't even imagine. Captain Guts and Sigfy are really amazing; they managed to defeat such a monster." The short-haired, blond soldier exclaimed, "Ah. They're not human anymore." The ponytail soldier continued, "It was a battle between three monsters. Captain Guts and Commander Grievous are both back." The short-haired, blond soldier added, "Yes, that means our Band of the Hawk can regain its former glory.

This day has been so long."

Suddenly, a short-haired soldier turned to look at the monster's corpse, sensing it had moved slightly.

The ponytail soldier asked, "What's wrong?"

The short-haired soldier replied, "Nothing, maybe I'm just being too sensitive..." While everyone was busy, I pulled Casca aside to a quiet spot. I said, "Casca, Captain Guts is back

, and Grievous is back too. The Band of the Hawk is going to be a happy family again." Casca replied, "Yes, we've waited too long for this day." I said, "Casca, have you... thought about leaving here?" Casca asked, "Leaving here? Do you mean crossing the border?" I said, "No, I mean leaving the Band of the Hawk. Now that Guts and Grievous are back, they're enough. I'm tired of this life. I want to get away from this battlefield with you, to live somewhere peaceful and quiet." "We'll settle down in a beautiful place, raise a few children around us, and live a carefree life." Casca stared at me blankly after hearing my words, then said, "I...I love everything you say, it makes me yearn for it. But...now is not the time...after all, Grievous just returned, and everyone's hearts haven't settled down yet. So...I'm sorry." I snapped, "Is Grievous that important to you?!" Casca: "It's not about Grievous, it's that now is not the time to leave the Band of the Hawk, I..." Before Casca could finish, I interrupted, "Enough! In the end, you still care ..." "That guy Grievous, you know him..." I was about to say that if Casca didn't leave now, Grievous would sacrifice her and the entire Band of the Hawk would be devoured by the Angels, but none of that happened, so it wasn't convincing. Thinking of this, I angrily turned around and punched the large tree beside me, making it rattle loudly. I really wanted to use (Evil Eye Binding God) to mentally control Casca, but what difference would that make from being a puppet in the Snowstorm Mansion? What I wanted was a real, warm Casca, someone with flesh and blood, to hold in my arms. Casca was silent for a moment, then clutched her stomach and said to me, "Siegfried... I..." She hadn't... Just then, a scream erupted from the camp. Casca and I looked towards the camp at the same time and saw the monster, Huaald, howling as it charged into the Band of the Hawk's camp. "I don't want to... I don't want to die!" Blood gushed from countless wounds on Huaald's body as it roared and destroyed the tent where Guts and Grievous were. "No... no... I don't want to die!" I thought, "This guy is really troublesome." Casca and I followed the others and rushed towards the monster. Casca: "Guts, Grievous, how are you?!" Huaald seemed to be searching for something: "Where?" When it saw Grievous lying on the ground, it grabbed him in its hand. Casca: "Griffiths!" The monster held Griffiths high in its hand. "Don't move! Or I'll crush him." Everyone immediately stopped moving. Monster Huaald: "Damn it! Damn it! These ants actually managed to... Oh no... There's no time... If I die here... I'll be in that vortex... forever..." After saying that, Monster Huaald coughed up blood, his eyes filled with deep fear. Monster Huaald shook Griffiths in his hand: "Hey! Quickly call those people out! If you really..." "Just as Zod said, you'll become one of those people. You should be holding the crimson Behelit... the Overlord's Egg... Summon it... Use that thing... to summon the angels who protect us... the Four Hands of God!!" Casca: "That's enough. Put Grievous down. You have no chance of winning." Casca directed the others to surround the monster Huaald with crossbows. Monster Huaald: "You... hehe... hahahahaha..." Casca: "What's so funny about monsters!" "Monster Huaald: 'I can't stand the way your eyes are all shining. Your eyes don't look like those of warriors, but rather like the eyes of children who've just gotten a toy. Is this guy what made you like this? This guy is your most treasured toy. What a lucky bunch, so oblivious to everything. Your precious toy is already broken.' With that, Monster Huaald stripped Grievous of her armor. Casca: 'Stop!!!' Grievous's armor was stripped off, revealing the torture she had endured. " His mangled body. The monster Huaald: "Hahaha... Look at his battered body! For the past year, he's been tortured by that perverted warden in the Tower of Regeneration. Not only was he skinned alive, but his tendons and even his tongue were all cut off! Although you intended to support this guy and the Band of the Hawk, unfortunately, you've bet on the wrong horse! This guy can no longer fight, he can't even hold a sword, no, he can't even stand up. He's like a worm crawling on the ground. He won't survive alone from now on! You have no hope left..." "Look! Not a single thing!" he said, grabbing Grievous's neck. "Don't move! I still have the strength to snap this guy's neck!" Monster Huaald: "Alright! In this atmosphere of utter despair, hurry up and do what you need to do. If you don't hurry, my eyes are starting to blur. Huh?" Monster Huaald stared at Gus's empty chest and shouted nervously, "Where is Behemoth? No way! It should be on you... Don't joke around... If there's no such thing... I... What should I do?" "Do it." "As the monster Huaald panicked, a colossal black shadow, even taller than Huaald himself, crashed down behind him. A gigantic, lion-headed monster with massive horns and bat wings flapped behind Huaald. Huaald: 'You...you are...' Before he could finish, the lion-headed monster plunged its horns into Huaald's back, pinning him to the top of its head. The Band of the Hawk soldiers: 'Zod! The immortal Zod!!' Huaald coughed up blood, saying, 'Zod...Zod! What are you planning to do! Is it those big shots...'" "An order? No… there's no reason… acting on desire… that's the only commandment for us apostles… even if I kill this guy here… no one will blame me… even if this guy is (the fifth person)…" The immortal Zod: "That's right, even if I tear you to pieces here, that's my freedom!" He then forcefully ripped at Huaald's body. Huaald: "No, no, that's not the same thing… it hurts so much!! Wait! Stop! Please stop!! We're not allies ..." "Huh? This...this guy doesn't have it! He doesn't have Behelit on him! He's not the person we're looking for!" "The Undying Zod: 'Regardless, you have no chance to linger any longer!' With that, he forcefully snapped Huaald in two at the waist. Huaald's intestines gushed out, and he screamed in agony, spitting blood. Grievous fell from his grasp and was caught by Guts. Everyone rushed towards Grievous. Casca asked, 'Are you alright?' As they looked up at the towering black beast, they felt a wave of oppression. The Undying Zod gazed at the mangled body in Guts' arms: 'That thing will definitely return to your hands. That thing...is destined to be yours...' With that, he flapped his wings, ready to take flight."

Guts: "Wait, I have something to ask you! What is Eclipse? Isn't it this monster?" The Undying Zold: "You're talking about inescapable death! You'll find out soon... soon..." At Guts's call, everyone stared blankly at the departing behemoth. Just then, a soldier pointed at the corpse of the dead Huaald and said, "Quick! Look!" A huge circular hole appeared centered on Huaald's body, from which emerged numerous strange, black humanoid figures screaming. They stretched out deformed hands, grabbed Huaald's corpse, and slowly dragged it downwards. These bizarre creatures formed humanoid chains, continuously pulling Huaald's body into the enormous vortex. Then it vanished. A puff of smoke followed, leaving behind the body of a frail old man lying in a pool of blood, a broken blade embedded in his neck, his abdomen ripped open.

On the border of Midland, weeds and stones littered the landscape. On the desolate land, the Band of the Hawk gathered, discussing whether Grievous could rise again and their future plans. I paid no attention to their discussion, pacing anxiously to the side, waiting for them to finish.

When Casca was about to turn and leave, I rushed up to her.

Me: "Casca..."

Casca: "Please give me some time. It will be some time before we rendezvous with the special forces. Before that, please let me think about it some more." She then ignored my cries and turned to leave. I was left kicking a stone in anger.

At dusk, I found Casca sitting alone beside the carriage, crying. I rushed over, hugged her, and asked what was wrong.

Casca: "It's okay...it's really okay..." Then, crying, she hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry, I can't go with you. That arrogant Grievous has become like this...I can't leave him behind..." At this moment, Guts also came over. "I'm sorry...I've disturbed you...I've come to say goodbye..." Casca: "Guts, are you leaving too?!" Guts: "I'm sorry...I..."

At this moment, the carriage next to us suddenly shook and started moving.

Casca: "Oh no! Did Grievous hear what I just said?!" Guts immediately drove another carriage to chase after them. Upon learning that Grievous had escaped in the carriage, Casca and the others also gave chase. I had no choice but to follow.

We came to a lake, and saw the setting sun gradually being swallowed by the shadows.

Me: "It's a solar eclipse! Oh no!" I hurriedly ran to the front of the crowd, grabbed Casca's hand, pulled her off the horse, picked her up, and ran in the opposite direction.

Casca: "Siegfried, what are you doing?! Let go!"

Me: "No time to explain, run with me, or it'll be too late!" I grabbed Casca and hurriedly ran in the opposite direction, using (Black Dog Speed) to sprint and dodge the approaching shadows behind me. The sun was stained black by the growing shadows.

Countless figures flickered in the lake behind us, followed by a dark cloud of eerie faces that covered the sky. Huge faces appeared beneath my feet, and as I trampled them, their screams echoed through the air like those of vengeful ghosts. In the distance, the earth shook, and a naked woman... Slowly rising from the earth, hands covering her high, full breasts, black wings unfurled from her back, transforming into bat wings that enveloped her entire body, thick green snake hair coiling and twisting on her head.

A glance revealed the approaching Hand of God, and I immediately accelerated, continuing to run forward. Completely ignoring the mournful chants and frantic screams behind me.

The ground beneath my feet undulated, and Casca, terrified by the ghostly presence, trembled in my arms.

Then, a strange voice echoed from afar, "The exorcism ceremony begins! Help the prince ascend the altar!" The earth began to tremble violently, and a gigantic, eerie hand reached out from it.

Hearing this voice, I grew even more anxious and ran forward even more frantically. Just as I was about to step out of the shadowy area, the earth suddenly shook violently, and a strange hurricane swept me away, separating Casca and me.

Casca: "Ah!!! Sigfly!!!"

Me: "Casca!!!" We were separated by the hurricane, and I tumbled through the air, flying out of the barrier. By the time I stood up, the barrier had already formed. A double-layered tornado, crackling with lightning, swept in from the eclipse in the sky, engulfing the path I had come from.

I angrily pounded on the wind wall formed by the tornado, creating a deafening roar.

My body trembled as I howled at the heavens, "Why...why...is this fate?...What was the meaning of my being brought into this world?! Heaven!! Are you really forcing me to this?!" With my earth-shattering roar, a huge black shadow with bat wings fell from the sky behind me, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The immortal Zod: "Looks like a rat has escaped. I wonder if it's your luck or your misfortune?" Zod continued, seeing the greatsword on my back, "Looks like you're not only a rat but also a thief." I stood silently before the wind wall, letting the gale whip my clothes around.

The immortal Zod: "What, are you too scared to move? How pathetic. Let me end your lowly life." With that, he extended his giant claws and attacked me.

Suddenly, I drew my greatsword from my back, turned, and slashed fiercely into Zuo De's outstretched giant claw. The immortal Zuo De, astonished by my immense strength, caught my massive blade with both hands, and was startled to see my body surging with black energy, my eyes glowing with a bloodshot red light.

"This intense hatred!..."

I roared, my murderous rage rising, "You dare to oppose me!! You want this sword? I'll give it to you. Take it, plunge it into your body!!!!" With that, I swung my greatsword like a demon, hacking at Zuo De's giant claw with the force of a whirlwind.

"Undying Zod: 'Looks like you're not a weak rat. Then I'll fight you with all my might!'" I roared. "Don't waste my time!!!" I swung my greatsword, using incredible speed and power to immediately suppress Undying Zod's attacks. Despite the huge difference in size, I didn't suffer any losses in the exchange, leaving countless cuts on Undying Zod's body. Zod's giant claws also scratched me, but I ignored them. I frantically hacked at Undying Zod.

After several exchanges, my mind was on Casca, and my movements became even more ruthless. I severed Undying Zod

's arm with a single strike. However, the experienced Zod grabbed his severed arm and swung it forcefully, sending me flying.

Undying Zod: "Is that all you've got? Not enough." He said, shaking his reattached arm.

I stared wide-eyed, my bloodshot eyes widening: "An immortal? This is troublesome." Just as we were locked in a tense standoff, the clatter of hooves approached from afar. We both turned to see a white knight in a skull helmet and heavy armor, riding a similarly heavily armored black warhorse.

The immortal Zod shouted excitedly, "Ah…you finally appeared! My thousand-year-old enemy, I knew you wouldn't miss this opportunity!" The skeleton knight retorted, "Were you sent to guard the gate, you undead?" The

immortal Zod replied, "No way! I have no interest in 'drinking and revelry'! What I pursue is only strength, you understand, old nemesis!" The skeleton knight added, "Speaking of which, this could be considered part of the flow of cause and effect. Fine! I'll just have to wager my sword." With that, Zod completely ignored me and charged towards the skeleton knight. I, too, had no interest in watching their duel and went to the tornado wall to find a way in.

Me: "Damn it! If only the skeleton uncle could come and help me break through the barrier right now, they're fighting so fiercely, how am I supposed to get in?" Just as I was getting anxious, my hands suddenly emitted blue flames.

Me: "This is... hope?!"

Thinking of this, I clenched my fist and punched the tornado barrier. Instantly, I blasted a crack in the barrier. I plunged my hands into the crack and tore it open with all my might. A gap appeared before my eyes. Without thinking, I flashed into the crack. Then the crack slowly closed. The skeleton knight fighting behind me watched the gradually shrinking crack and sighed.

Upon entering the crevice, I plummeted rapidly. Spreading my Night Wings, I glided slowly, landing on the ground and surveying my surroundings. The sky was filled with ghostly faces forming dark clouds, emitting an eerie glow that illuminated the blood-red earth beneath my feet. In the distance, a gigantic hand, its fist clenched, stood erect in mid-air.

Locking onto my target, I prepared to charge forward when suddenly a gaping maw filled with fangs swallowed me whole.

The grotesque apostle above the maw let out a laugh, "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you've actually gotten food delivered to your doorstep. Ah?...No...Ah...Ah..." Before it could finish speaking, the apostle's maw was ripped open and dislocated. I leaped out, wiping the slime from my face, and turned to sever the apostle's head from the maw with a single stroke. The apostle, spitting blood, collapsed to the ground.

Me: "I'm not tasty, you know."

As I turned, several figures appeared before me, then transformed into monstrous creatures charging towards me. I splashed blood from my greatsword and charged, hacking and slashing my way forward, but the path was a straight line, heading directly towards the towering fist.

Countless demonic and grotesque apostles were slain in my path, emitting piercing screams. As I slashed, streams of soul power flowed into my body, keeping me tireless. The screams and cries were drowned out by the battle.

"Ah!!!! Ah!!!! What is this thing? How could it possibly hurt us?" Wave after wave of monstrous apostles attacked me, but I refused to stop. My greatsword distorted the surrounding space, howling with a raging wind. The blade flashed a scorching red light, heated by the intense friction between the rapidly swung blade and the air, evaporating the apostle's filthy blood from the sword.

Even the thick hides of the attacking monsters, even the sharpest claws of the apostles, could not withstand my furious greatsword. A large number of eerie apostles swarmed in, blocking my path, but they were all cleaved into pieces. Those that didn't charge forward watched in terror as they were pulled into the vortex around me.

As I was slaughtering the apostles blocking my way, I reached a steep slope, where three strange figures appeared before me.

"Heh heh, you've managed to get here without being eaten, you've got some skill. Let me, Gale Blade Sand, take you on," one

of the apostles said, transforming into a baboon-like monster and extending its claws to engage me in combat. "Hmph, Hellstrider Moshigan, let's see what you're made of!" The second apostle transformed into a gigantic six-legged rhinoceros-headed monster and charged at me. I dodged, but Gale Blade Sand charged again, its sharp claws reaching for my greatsword .

I shouted, "Get out of the way!!"

After severing Gale Blade Sand's claws, I turned and cut off the horns of the charging Hellstrider Moshigan.

After wounding two apostles, the third apostle also charged at me.

"Fire... Ah!!!!!" "I don't want to know who you are!" In a flash, the third apostle fell to his knees, head and body severed, his corpse being pulled into an endless vortex.

Gale Blade Sander and Hell Runner Moshigan were terrified by my instant kill of their companion. Before they could react, Gale Claw Sander's head was smashed by my punch, and then I sidestepped and slashed Hell Runner Moshigan.

Watching the horde of strange apostles rushing down the steep slope, I plunged my scorching greatsword into the ground, lifted the massive corpse of Hell Runner Henry, and stood on the slope, shouting,

"Those who block my way deserve to die!!!!" With that, I lifted the gigantic corpse of Hell Runner Moshigan and threw it down, instantly crushing countless charging apostles.

Seeing the path cleared, I picked up my greatsword and charged forward at full speed. At the same time, countless apostles were slashed into pieces by my high-speed swings of the greatsword as I charged. The thousands of soul energies flowing out of the slain apostles rushed into my body and surged within me... Meanwhile, in another dark place, Casca lay weeping beside Judau's corpse lying in a sea of blood. Suddenly, Casca felt a silence around her. Several terrifying, monstrous apostles surrounded her. Casca gripped Judau's back and charged desperately at one of the apostle monsters. Her blade was shattered by the apostle's sharp teeth.

The apostle monsters surrounded Casca, who held a broken blade. "A sacrifice...a sacrifice...woman...want to eat...before that...a sacrifice...a sacrifice..." Casca looked at the towering maw in despair and shouted, "Sigurd!!! Sigurd!!! Sigurd!!!" In the pool of blood beneath the colossal hand, Guts fell from the sky into the pool below. Seeing his former companions become playthings for the monsters, Guts roared in anger. When he saw the naked, unconscious Casca entangled in mid-air by several tentacles, Guts frantically swung his one-handed sword, hacking and slashing. Surrounded by monsters, but overwhelmed by the sheer number of Apostles, one Apostle bit Guts' arm. Just as Guts was being trapped and killed by the horde of monsters, and Casca was about to be violated by tentacles, a deafening roar mixed with the wails of the Apostles came from afar. A spinning greatsword pierced through the air, killing any Apostles that blocked its path. The spinning blade severed the tentacles wrapped around Casca, along with the heads of the Apostles below. Casca fell from mid-air into a pool of blood. The greatsword continued to spin in the air, killing any Apostles that blocked its path, before flying towards the towering giant hand. With a clang, the blade embedded itself in the giant hand.

Meanwhile, on a distant hill, a bare-chested man, like a demon god, roared and charged towards Casca with the force of a thunderstorm. The approaching figure moved with incredible speed, crushing the undulating human faces beneath his feet, sending sprays of blood flying. A large number of apostles pursued him, seemingly trying to obstruct him, while those blocking his path were either sent flying into the air or stomped into the ground.

I charged towards Casca with unstoppable momentum, knocking away several gigantic beast-like apostles that stood in my way.

When I stopped before Casca, the heat emanating from my legs caused the blood pool beneath my feet to boil. Seeing the brand already branded on Casca's naked body, my rage surged, and a violent black aura erupted around me, sweeping across the surrounding area with unparalleled evil power.

I grabbed an apostle with gaping, blood-red mouth that had surrounded me, tearing it in half with a single rip. Using the two halves as weapons, I charged towards the horde of apostles surrounding Casca, beginning a one-sided slaughter.

An apostle bit my arm, trying to pull me down, but I yanked it off and then crushed its head with a single claw.

A horde of apostles swarmed towards me, quickly crushing me into a small mountain. I burst forth with force, sending all the apostles flying.

My hands were like divine weapons; the apostles, who had been predators just moments before, were now being slaughtered like prey. The blood of the apostles sprayed freely, leaving a trail of blood beneath my feet. In an instant, dozens of massive, mangled apostle bodies lay around me, their fatal wounds either severed, their skulls smashed, or torn in two.

As I was in the midst of my carnage, the air suddenly thickened. All the apostles around me looked up at the towering hand. Sensing something amiss, I looked up as well, only to hear the eerie, malevolent voice again.

"Born! The 5th King of Fortune! The new Demon King! Potter! Silan! Cupid! Goledo! And with us... a new kin bearing the name of the Demon! Dark Wing Femont!" With the shout of the hand of God, the giant hand slowly opened, and a black figure wearing an eagle helmet and spreading its wings flew down from the giant hand.

The transformed Grievous flew behind me, his gaze chilling. Guts, restrained by the apostles, was kneeling on the ground. A bird-shaped apostle had gouged out one of Guts's eyes. Even as Guts was pinned to the ground, his eyes remained fixed on the completely black Grievous. I grabbed a broken horn from one of the apostles and hurled it at the bird-shaped apostle, killing it instantly. The other apostles scattered in fear, and Guts collapsed into a pool of blood.

Turning to the proudly upright Grievous before me, my eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty red light: "Sacrificing the happiness of others to achieve your own great cause is very easy, because the one being sacrificed isn't yourself. That's why people like you can always maintain this righteous facade. Your condescending attitude disgusts me." The corrupted Grievous remained silent, only staring coldly at me.

I said, "Why aren't you speaking? Has your tongue not grown yet?" Grievous's pupils contracted, and just as he was about to attack, I rushed in front of him and punched him in the head.

God's Hand, Cupid: "How foolish! A mere human dares to attempt to harm a god with bare hands? His existence transcends humanity... Huh?!" Before he could finish speaking, a loud "bang" rang out as my fist stopped an inch from Grievous's head. The protective shield around Grievous blocked my attack, but a series of cracks appeared on it.

Me: "Your shell is really hard, but how many punches can you withstand?" As I spoke, black energy surged from my body, and my fists rained down like hail on Grievous's protective shield. Under my brutal power, the shield trembled like jelly and finally shattered. Then, struck by my punch, it tumbled and flew away. Grievous fell to the ground, screaming, one hand clutching his face, the other reaching out to grab me from afar. I felt the surrounding space contract violently and quickly dodged. The surrounding fragments of corpses instantly solidified into blood spheres, then gradually shrank and dissolved. Seeing his attack miss, Grievous searched frantically for me. My voice rang out behind him, startling him into turning to look at me.

I said, "Not bad... I'll take it..." With that, I punched right through Grievous's protective shield, knocking him to the ground. I walked over to the sprawling Grievous, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the ground once, twice, three times... I breathed out the hot air, grabbed the blood-covered Grievous by the neck, lifted him up, swung him three times in the air, and hurled him. Grievous's body flew like a black cannonball, crashing into the monstrous apostle behind him as it hurtled towards the colossal hand, causing it to tremble violently.

As Grievous flew, I picked up an apostle's horn from the ground and used it as a javelin, aiming at Grievous, who was now trapped in the giant hand's arm, and hurled it.

Just as the high-speed javelin was about to end Grievous's life, a black barrier appeared in front of him at the critical moment. The javelin passed through the barrier and disappeared quickly. Immediately afterward, a gust of wind hit the back of my head, and I turned around and grabbed the javelin that flew out of the black hole behind me. Although the impact was reduced by the Apostle monster behind me, Grievous was also coughing up blood and collapsed to the ground.

"This dark magic, it's No. 1 Potter of the Hand of God who made the move." On the thumb of the towering giant hand, a figure wrapped in a huge black horn cloak, with its brain exposed outside its head, its eyes sewn shut, its nose and lips removed, and its teeth exposed to the air, could still be heard in a gloomy voice.

"God's Hand Potter: How dare you take God's life so lightly?!"

The Sea-born Prostitute Silan, clad in a leather corset, rubbed her enormous breasts, emitting a seductive moan: "Ah...so beautiful, such violent power, such trembling hatred, life and death all fused here, making me unable to resist reaching orgasm." Looking at the alluring, seductive, and wanton giant naked woman Silan, my penis hardened and engorged, protruding from my belt, pointing proudly to the sky. "Hehe...Silan, do you want to experience an even stronger orgasm? Come to me, I guarantee I'll make you feel like you're dying and coming back to life, I'll make you (ascend to heaven)!" A stream of honeyed fluid flowed from Silan's vulva as she lewdly laughed: "Haha...good. Let me experience your might, see how you make me ascend to heaven. This person is mine to deal with, none of you should interfere." As Silan spoke, she flew down from the middle finger of the giant hand, her body slowly shrinking as she descended, landing on the ground as a 1.7-meter-tall, curvaceous, voluptuous, and alluring naked woman with smiling eyes stood before me.

The Sea-Dwelling Prostitute Silan stared at my thick penis, licking her red lips and kneading her large breasts, saying, "For a human, your penis is indeed unusually thick. I wonder what it tastes like." Despite being teased by the demoness before me, I endured the throbbing pain in my penis and focused intently on the Sea-Dwelling Prostitute Silan.

The Sea-Dwelling Prostitute Silan spread her demonic wings and raised her slender hand, causing the earth to tremble. Suddenly, several triangular bat wings shot out from the ground and attacked me.

I dodged left and right in the sudden attack. Although I smashed several bat wings with my heavy punches, the claws on the bat wings tore several deep bloody marks on my bare upper body. The smashed bat wings produced no soul power, but instead increased in number, and the dense attacks made it impossible for me to get close to the Sea-Dwelling Prostitute Silan. While I was fighting the bat wings, a black whip suddenly lashed out at me. I couldn't dodge in time and was injured in the chest. The thin whip, with its powerful force, sent me flying. I spat out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground.

Surrounded by secondary wings, they gripped my limbs, hoisting me into the air and slowly pulling me towards the nearby Sea of the Prostitute, Silan.

Silan, clutching her long whip, laughed lewdly, "Hahaha...where's your earlier domineering aura? Weren't you going to send me to heaven?" Silan reached out and stroked my abdominal muscles, "Ah, so alluring, this strong body, the smell of blood and sweat mingling, excites me!" As she spoke, her fingernails slowly grew longer, leaving four bloody marks on my abdominal muscles. Sucking and savoring the blood on her fingers, Silan excitedly cried out, "Not enough...not enough to make me climax!" When Silan looked down and saw my engorged and hard penis protruding from my pants, her snake-like pupils contracted sharply. Excitedly bending down, she looked at my egg-sized glans, panting heavily. Her two bat-wing tentacles immediately tore through my pants, revealing my ferocious member.

The prostitute Silan from the Sea of the Dead gripped my thick, erect penis tightly with both hands. Excitedly, she opened her red lips and extended her long tongue, swirling it around the glans before swallowing it whole. My entire penis entered Silan's mouth, passing through her warm esophagus. The enormous glans trembled like a drumstick, striking Silan's chest.

Silan slowly released my penis, then held the glans in her mouth, her eyes rolling back as she hummed a satisfied sound through her nose. Silan seemed to be savoring a heavenly delicacy, refusing to let go. After a while, her eyes returned to their senses, her alluring snake-like eyes fixed on my gaze as she rapidly swallowed and released it. Instantly, the entire dark and ghostly realm echoed with the lewd "gurgling" sounds from Silan's mouth.

The prostitute Silan from the sea of fetuses fiercely swallowed and spat out my penis, her winding snake hair rubbing against the base of my thighs. After ten minutes, seeing that I had not yet ejaculated, she spat out my wet, shiny, and extremely swollen penis, wiping the saliva dripping from her mouth and saying, "Ah...you're quite persistent. Now, prepare to experience...what...the ultimate pleasure is." After saying that, the prostitute Silan from the sea of fetuses turned around, her hands on her knees, raising her firm and plump buttocks like peaches. She rubbed my swollen and hardened vas deferens with her semen from her vulva, then grasped my penis, lifted her buttocks slightly, and slowly swallowed my thick penis completely with her vulva, which was splashing with nectar.

After my entire penis entered the Demon Cave of the Fetal Sea Prostitute Silan, Silan arched her back and let out a satisfied moan:

"Ah...so big...so thick...it's been so long since I've tasted such a thick penis...huff...huff..." Amidst Silan's lewd panting, I felt my penis being enveloped by a warm, moist bag. No, it should be said that Silan was alive; her Demon Cave rhythmically undulated its gentle walls, and the uterus deep within was like a small mouth, rotating, rubbing, and squeezing my glans. The cervix kissed the meatus of my glans like a real little mouth. I hallucinated, imagining a small mouth beneath me giving my meatus a French kiss, contracting and squeezing my penis.

This made me involuntarily let out heavy panting and moans.

Sea-born Prostitute Silan: "Hehe... Can't even handle this?" With that, Sea-born Prostitute Silan's lower abdomen heaved rapidly, the honeyed flesh within her magic cave contracting and writhing, giving me an unprecedented pleasure, like hundreds of tiny mouths sucking on my penis. The vacuum-like suction soon made me cry out as I ejaculated a large gush of thick semen from my urethra, which was swallowed deep within Sea-born Prostitute Silan's magic cave by the contracting of her uterus.

As my hot semen scalded her, the prostitute Silan from the Fetal Sea naturally leaned forward, her magic cave and honey cave spitting out part of her penis, leaving only the egg-sized glans inside. She turned to look at me with a charming smile and said, "Oh...oh...so hot...such powerful energy...hehe...mortal, where did your bravery go?" I breathed heavily with pleasure, "Want to know how brave I am? Can you handle it, you slut?" After saying that, I tore off the bat wings on my wrists, grabbed Silan's slender waist with both hands, and forcefully thrust my thick penis into her magic cave and honey cave, ramming into her uterus, causing Silan to let out a soft cry.

"Ah...you...how could you possibly break free...ah...ah..." Before Silan could finish speaking, I grabbed her slender hands and pulled her back. Silan straightened up and turned her head towards me. I kissed Silan's red lips, my tongue entwining with her long tongue. The snake hair on Silan's head twisted and wrapped around mine. I grabbed Silan's two slender arms, and with one hand I grasped Silan's left full breast, kneading and stretching her gradually hardening nipple. I stretched out the hardened nipples of the fetal sea prostitute Silan, kneaded her clitoris with my hands, and pinched it hard, causing her to make "woo woo" sounds in pain. After our lips parted, the fetal sea prostitute Silan let out a violent, soft moan, "Huff... huff... stop... ah... stop... ah..." Feeling the fetal sea prostitute Silan's masochistic nature, I couldn't help but get excited. I used the long whip in the fetal sea prostitute Silan's hand to tie her hands behind her back, and forcefully kneaded and pulled her hardened nipples. Amid the fetal sea prostitute Silan's rapid, soft moans, I forcefully thrust my penis between my legs, impacting the fetal sea prostitute Silan's magic cave, and forcefully slapped the fetal sea prostitute Silan's plump, upturned buttocks until they turned red. The fetal sea prostitute Silan's beautiful buttocks were constantly deformed and restored with my impact. The snake hair on the head of the prostitute Silan from the sea writhing violently. When I leaned in again, she turned and passionately kissed me, her snake hair entwining and caressing me once more.

I said, "Let me send you to heaven again!" and unleashed my ultimate move, thrusting in and out of Silan's cave at nearly a thousand times per minute. Silan was overwhelmed; the muscles within her cave could no longer create a vacuum, and her body trembled violently. The honey-like fluid within her cave dripped like a raging flood from the point where our bodies were joined. In just ten minutes, Silan had experienced over thirty orgasms.

Suddenly I stopped moving, and the prostitute Silan from the fetal sea slowly focused her dazed snake eyes. Panting, she turned her head, swaying her beautiful buttocks and drawing circles, saying, "You are truly brave, making me climax repeatedly..." I said, "Again, that's the real ascension!" After saying that, I grabbed one of Silan's legs and twisted her around forcefully. The prostitute Silan from the fetal sea cried out and tightened her grip on my penis, turning her body to face me. The prostitute Silan from the fetal sea had her hands trapped behind her back and could not hug me, so her body leaned backward. I grabbed the prostitute Silan from the fetal sea's plump, snowy buttocks behind her and lifted her body forcefully, making Silan's body lean forward. Her pointed chin rested on my shoulder. I lifted the prostitute Silan from the fetal sea's beautiful buttocks and slowly pulled her up, leaving only the head of my penis in Silan's magic cave. After twisting my waist a few times, I steadied myself in a horse stance and shouted loudly:

"Secret Technique, Namo...Mahavairocana...Ten Thousand Thrusts!" Instantly, the space between my legs began to distort, leaving only a misty, illusory afterimage. The prostitute Silan from the Fetal Sea widened her eyes, raised her head, and shouted loudly.

"Ah...No...Ah...Ah...Stop...Ah...Hmm. Stop...Ah...Too intense...Oh..." The prostitute Silan from the Fetal Sea let out rapid moans. Silan's eyes were unfocused, and the snake hair on her head twisted violently and irregularly. In an instant, I thrust in and out ten thousand times. Then, I shouted and forcefully broke through the demonic cave of the prostitute Silan from the Fetal Sea, creating a small, round bulge on her lower abdomen. After entering the demonic palace, my urethral opening began to contract violently, spurting out a thick, hot semen containing powerful energy.

Silan, the Prostitute of the Fetal Sea: "Ah...ah...this powerful energy...I can't absorb it...oh..." Suddenly, Silan, the Prostitute of the Fetal Sea, swayed a few times, her body bending into a shrimp shape, and bit my shoulder. A stream of heat rushed out from the depths of her womb, gushing out from the point where we were joined, washing over my penis. A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing all over my chest, and a few drops even splashed onto my face. I knew that Silan, the Prostitute of the Fetal Sea, had released her yin essence. I hurriedly used the meatus on my glans to absorb the powerful energy of Silan's yin essence. Looking at Silan, the Prostitute of the Fetal Sea, her huge demonic wings drooped weakly at her waist, her eyes rolled back, drool dripping, and she collapsed unconscious on my shoulder, as if she had really been knocked unconscious by the huge energy I had just released. Activating the secret technique had also greatly depleted my strength. I panted heavily, wiping the sweat from my forehead, and waves of heat emanated from my waist.

At that moment, the somber voice of God's Hand, Potter, suddenly echoed: "This ends here, Soul Stealer! Even if you possess near-divine abilities, you cannot escape the combined might of the four God's Hands." Griffiths led the surrounding apostles to surround me. Seeing this crisis, I untied the long whip from the arm of the Sea of the Prostitute, Silan, and tightly bound her to me. My large glans pressed against Silan's contracting uterus. Turning to look at Casca and Guts, who lay unconscious in pools of blood behind me, I suddenly felt dizzy.

"Damn it," I thought, "I overexerted myself. The energy I absorbed from God's Hand hasn't been converted yet, and it's showing signs of backlash. Damn it, I don't want to die here!" Just as I focused my attention and retreated to surround Casca and Guts, facing only the greedy apostles and God's Hands, a sound like shattering glass suddenly came from the eclipse barrier above my head. With a crack, a figure wearing a skull helmet and heavy armor, riding a black horse, broke through the eclipse and descended from the sky.

Using the momentum of his descent, the Skeleton Knight slashed at God's Hand, Potter, but Potter again used dark magic to teleport the Skeleton Knight's attack, which the Skeleton Knight blocked with his shield.

The Skeleton Knight didn't stop; his warhorse charged down the giant hand arm, slicing through any monsters and apostles that tried to stop him with a thousand swift slashes. The Skeleton Knight landed steadily on the ground amidst the apostles' shattered corpses. When he saw me and the Sea Princess Silan tightly bound together, he paused slightly. Seeing this, I quickly grabbed Casca and Guts from the ground and tossed them onto the Skeleton Knight's horse.

"Take them and go! Quickly!"

Without hesitation, the Skeleton Knight, carrying Casca and Guts, galloped towards the breach in the Eclipse Barrier.

Just then, Grievous raised his hand, intending to use his magic again to stop the Skeleton Knight. I grabbed the head of the tentacle monster whose head had just been severed by the greatsword and slammed it down, causing his attack to miss and hit one of the surrounding monster apostles. Looking back, the Skeleton Knight had already flown out of the barrier.

I picked up a pincer from one of the insect-shaped apostles that the Skeleton Knight had severed and kicked Grievous down, using it to pin his wings to the ground and drain some of his soul power. I grabbed the dazed, prostitute Silan's buttocks and charged towards the towering giant hand, stomping hard on it as I ran towards the eclipse's opening in the sky.

When I reached the giant hand, most of the energy from the Hand of God within me had been converted, and I felt a breakthrough in my divine power.

Potter, the Hand of God: "Put down Sulan, and we'll give you a quick death." Me: "Oh? Then ask them if they agree." With that, black energy surged from my hands, and I hugged the unconscious Sulan tightly, punching the giant hand on the ground. Countless undead soldiers of the Band of the Hawk emerged from the surrounding area, radiating red light, and rushed towards Potter, the Hand of God. Potter,

the Hand of God: "This is necromancy?!" Countless undead of the Band of the Hawk, filled with dark power, shrieked as they passed through Potter's reflection magic, their souls clashing and entangling the three Hands of God.

God's Hand, Cupid, broke free from the clutches of the Hawk's undead and charged at me. I floated in mid-air, my body radiating lightning power, emitting a halo of light. Thick bolts of lightning shook the surroundings. The tadpole-like Cupid screamed and darted around, struck repeatedly by my lightning. Two streams of soul power flew into my body, while Sulan, trapped deep within my womb, was also shocked by the electric current from the penis, causing her vaginal muscles to tighten and scream. Sulan, the Sea of the Unborn Prostitute, convulsed, her demonic cave overflowing with copious amounts of vaginal fluid before

she fainted again. Calculating the time, the Skeleton Knight had probably left with Casca and the others. I turned and released two giant water tornadoes to confuse God's Hand's vision, then leaped upwards, bursting through the Eclipse Breach and reaching the outside. Holding Sulan, the Sea of the Unborn Prostitute, in my arms, I spread my Night Wings and flew towards the distant Snowstorm Mansion.

[The End]

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