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In the summer of Star Calendar 772, late at night
, Hoshino Riviel sat by the campfire, wiping her sword with a cotton cloth. Although the sword
was rarely used, she still habitually cleaned it; the soft cloth against the hard metal brought a strange tactile
sensation, and only at times like this could her chaotic mind find peace.
This group of adventurers was not her subordinate; the people she brought were probably stationed in the southern
part .
These were natives of the Northern Lands. Not only them, but over the years, more than ten such groups had ventured into the forbidden zone east of
Hoshino . Some returned, while others simply vanished without a trace in this vast Hoshino.
The extremely harsh environment, temperature differences of thirty to forty degrees Celsius, unbearable heat during the day, and a bitterly cold hell at night,
thousands of miles of vast plains, deserted and uninhabited.
These are only a small part of the reasons why Eastern Hoshino is called a forbidden zone
—
this is the territory of the Demons.
From the Purple Mountain Range east to the Moon Sea, a wasteland of over four thousand square kilometers, besides Eastern Hoshino, has
another , more well-known name—the Demon Realm.
Her destination lay at the eastern edge of this wasteland.
The abyss city of Asgard,
legend says, is home to eight million demons, shrouded in perpetual darkness, with mountain-like
dragons coiled in the clouds, ferocious wolves sharpening their claws on the earth, and colossal serpents with thousands of heads encircling the city
…
Legend also says it is inhabited by the Demon King .
A rustling sound came from afar. She stood up, grabbed a torch, and, sword in hand,
walked towards the sound.
She was the "Night Watch" of this group. In the starry night, the most deadly thing wasn't the bitter cold,
but the nocturnal beasts. During the day, the high temperatures of the starry sky restricted the activity of carnivores; large beasts were almost exclusively
nocturnal. Many groups had gone missing because they were unprepared at night, torn
to shreds .
A lithe black shadow pounced like lightning. By the light of the torch, she could barely make out the fleeting shadow.
She swept the torch across, striking the shadowy figure squarely on the head. The figure stumbled, and the wooden pole, unable
to withstand the force, snapped into several pieces.
By the remaining firelight, she could make out the creature's appearance: a giant, dark gray wolf, its
stiff fur bristling and emitting a strong, pungent wolf odor.
Looking out, she saw countless points of light shimmering in the darkness, like the Milky Way flowing down from the
heavens.
—The wolves of
Hoshino! How could there be wolves north of Hoshino! Hinai cursed inwardly, drawing her sword and assuming a fighting stance against
the giant wolf, while simultaneously stuffing a bamboo whistle into her mouth.
A sharp whistle rang out, its sonic waves piercing the tranquil night, and the shimmering river
slowly approached her.
A few embers still burned on the ground. Holding her sword with both hands, she focused intently on the gray wolf. Fortunately, it was still some distance from
the pack ; otherwise, she might have died here today.
She came to the Demon Realm to find the Demon King, only to die in the jaws of a pack of wolves—what a ridiculous turn of events! She chuckled, "Sorry,
I don't want to die today. Go ahead and die!" She never imagined this sword would be stained with blood. It was a fine sword, worthy of its reputation
wherever it was. A level seven magical weapon—there weren't many like it in the entire human world. However, in her hands, it was mostly just an ornament, not a weapon, much like the King-level staff in the Pope's hands, the Power of All Heavens. Of course, the ornament in her hands was far inferior to that divine staff. She channeled energy into the short sword, and the blade emitted a shimmering blue light. A white light blade extended out, forming a giant lightsaber over three meters long. "Luckily, I have something you don't," she grinned, took a deep breath, and swung the lightsaber horizontally. Although she never actually fought, during her student days, swordsmanship was one of the few subjects she received an "excellent" grade in. The wolf had vanished in the flash of the sword; it was clearly no ordinary wolf. By the Holy Kingdom's power standards , a typical wild wolf would be roughly equivalent to the Holy Kingdom's second-level strength. Clearly, having been struck with the full force of a fifth-level blow, and still retaining such agility, this wolf was at least close to the fourth level. The giant wolf crashed directly in front of her, baring its sharp fangs at her throat. She clasped her hands together, gripping her lightsaber, and brought it down with all her might. Even though it was only the hilt, the wolf was clearly stunned by the impact, swaying for a while. She then casually slashed at the wolf's spine. She felt the sharp sensation of striking hardwood, and the energy blade shattered, leaving only a deep bloody gash on the wolf's back. In reality, the energy blade wasn't as indestructible as most people imagined. Its seemingly indestructible cutting power required a massive energy base; each strike consumed a huge amount of energy. Before level seven, a warrior's energy reserves were insufficient to support such a massive consumption. Only mages possessed such energy reserves to maintain the blade's cutting power before level seven; this lightsaber was designed for mages. She knew her energy couldn't sustain the blade for long, but she hadn't expected the wolf's body to be so resilient. With her energy reserves, this strike could even cut through a three- or four-centimeter-thick steel plate, yet it only left a wound. The wound was deep, but it didn't damage the wolf's bones. Instead, it fueled its ferocity, and the wolf let out a long howl, lunging at Rinew once more. Before reaching level seven, beasts of the same strength level are always more capable in actual combat than humans, especially ferocious beasts like wolves. A wolf approaching level four can even rival the strength of a level six human warrior, let alone a mediocre swordsman like her with only theoretical knowledge. If her sword strike had severed the wolf's spine, she might have been able to kill it. But there are no " ifs." That downward cut drained her already limited energy. Relying solely on physical strength, she absolutely couldn't contend with this beast. Damn it, she's probably really going to die here this time. She should have brought a few more people with her. She cursed inwardly, but still gripped her short sword tightly, parried the fatal claw, grabbed the broken torch handle, stuffed it into the wolf's mouth, kicked it out, and turned to run. A fireball flew past her face and struck the wolf squarely on the head, exploding into a burst of sparks.

Her teammates acted swiftly, fully armed within a minute of hearing the alarm. The mage almost
instantly finished casting the spell, and a fireball hurtled towards them from thirty or forty meters away.
This damage wasn't enough to kill the wolf, but it bought her some time. She ran quickly towards
the camp , and a wall of fire instantly engulfed the entire camp.
Before level seven, wild beasts are much stronger than humans, but at this level they don't possess true
intelligence, acting more on instinct. Many aspects of instinct can restrict their actions,
such as their fear of fire.
A large pack of wolves had already followed, circling the hillside several times. Pairs of gleaming green
eyes hovered at the foot of the hill, their numbers estimated at around two hundred.
Ri Neiwei's heart sank. If every wolf was as powerful as the gray wolf from before, then
the trouble would be immense.
There were thirty or forty adventurers here. She was considered a relatively high-level fighter; most were only level two or three.
This size was considered a large group among adventurers, and they could usually handle the beast packs in northern Hoshino without issue. However, a wolf pack of
this size shouldn't have appeared here at all.
Over two hundred wolves—the grasslands of northern Hoshino couldn't possibly provide enough meat, yet they had come
here anyway, and, of all times, had run into them. She could imagine how excited these wolves would be to suddenly see such a large amount of prey
after trekking all the way from the southern grasslands . A huge cloud of dust rose up with a deafening roar. A lithe figure leaped over the ring of fire, a long sword slicing through the rising dust, aimed straight for her face, swift and fierce, with no way to avoid it. She could only raise her short sword to meet the blow head-on. A tremendous force shook the short sword, almost knocking it out of her hand. She involuntarily tumbled backward, a chill running through her heart. It's over, she thought. The dark blade slashed down at her head once more. She could see the outline of the shadow clearly: a knight riding a giant wolf, clad in black armor , his face obscured. She suddenly remembered a term she'd encountered years ago at the seminary—"werewolf," a creature unique to . They kept large packs of wolves as their kin, hence the name. In reality, they weren't closely related to wolves; they were a branch of demons, ranking only around mid-level in the demon hierarchy . However, for humans below level seven, they were virtually invincible monsters. They possessed both human intelligence and beastly strength, posing a threat to human warriors comparable to high-level demons. Even before the blade reached her, the oppressive aura of blood made it hard to breathe. She fiercely thrust forward with one hand, her palm revealing a dark purple lightning pearl. A violent burst of lightning erupted, forming a barrier in front of the werewolf. The longsword struck the barrier, only pausing slightly before collapsing with a deafening roar. She stared in despair at the impending blade, closing her eyes to await death. But the fierce strike hadn't killed her instantly, or rather, the knight's attack wasn't a blade; the longsword slammed down horizontally, a sharp pain shooting through her, and her vision went black. "This good piece of meat would make a fine gift for the king," the knight said, looking at the girl who had been knocked unconscious by her blow. "I wonder what the current king's tastes are." He slung his longsword over his shoulder, looking down disdainfully at the group of adventurers before him. Dozens of giant wolves leaped over the ring of fire, and dozens of wolf riders stood behind her, slowly approaching. She raised her hand. "Kill all the men. Keep the women level four and above. The rest will be food for the children." When Rinevi awoke, her entire body was filled with a tingling, numb pain, as if countless tiny grains of sand were embedded within her, grinding against her muscles and bones. The aftereffects of using the electric ball were now manifesting ; tiny bolts of lightning surged through her muscles, bringing immense tingling and numbness. But these were merely secondary to her suffering. A massive, iron-like hand pinned her firmly to the ground. Her tattered clothes clung to the girl's still somewhat immature body, despite her rigorous training. The werewolf's physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary humans, and even with Rinevi's thorough preparation, she might not have been able to break free , especially given the numerous hidden injuries she still carried. Her lower body clothing was torn to shreds, and her thighs were covered in large patches of white grime, with a striking splash of bright red standing out. The werewolf lifted his penis and thrust it forcefully into her already swollen and red vagina. "Ah..." Rinnevi let out a scream from her throat. The brutal rape brought her no pleasure , only excruciating pain. During her unconsciousness, the werewolves had repeatedly violated her genitals, leaving many areas raw and chafed. The demons didn't slow their pace because of her screams; instead, they increased the speed of their thrusts. Seeing her awaken, the werewolf grinned, followed by a long howl. A surge of heat erupted within her, and her body began to react. Her muscles contracted, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out, emitting a strange fragrance that mingled to create a peculiar odor. Several werewolf riders surrounded her, gesturing and speaking in a language she couldn't understand... their suggesting she was being used as a wager. The intense pain in her genitals prevented her from thinking too deeply, but she soon understood what the werewolves were gesturing about. The werewolf, straddling her, slowly withdrew his penis, leaving a trail flipped her over, face down… A bad premonition rose within her; she struggled frantically, but the numbness in her muscles rendered her powerless, only able to twitch weakly. The werewolf pressed her head down to the ground, her cheek pressed against the earth, his teeth digging into the dirt. She struggled helplessly, but how could human strength compare to that of a beast? The werewolf dipped his finger in saliva and rubbed it against Rina's anus. The moment his penis entered, Rina let out a weak howl. The intense pain instantly broke out in a cold sweat, tears welling in her eyes, and a ringing in her ears. Her mind went blank, as if the world was leaving her …

She suddenly thought of those so-called female adventurers who roamed the human world. Most of them either
married without a trace. How many of them encountered invincible opponents, were fucked to the point of death,
and became sex slaves? How many, like her, harbored thoughts of upholding justice, only to
end
She should have known better. What kind of woman searches the world for villains to kill and never gets fucked? She thought of
Abel. Liusha, that legendary ranger—where did she go in the end…?
Where , being fucked day and night? Did she, like her, encounter some kind of demon in the vast starry sky and disappear without a trace? Or was she found by the Dragon King Esteres, cut into seventeen or eighteen pieces, and hung somewhere
outside the Eternal Winter City? A tear rolled down her cheek, dripping into the damp earth and disappearing. In the summer of 772 in the Second Star , a large pile of freshly cut vines lay beside the girl, Hoshino. In her hand was a small knife, a crude blade made of thin sheet metal, about an inch long. She embedded the knife into one end of a vine, her other hand's fingers pressing down on the unsharpened side of the sheet metal. The pressure gradually increased, her knuckles turning white, the thin blade almost digging into her flesh. As the blade penetrated deeper, a small section of the vine was sliced in two. She pulled the knife from the vine and placed it on the ground beside her. She then separated the two thin vine pieces with both hands and tore them forcefully . With a series of crisp snapping sounds, the entire vine was torn in two. The girl placed the processed vine on a nearby stone, where dozens of such vine pieces lay. Then she adjusted her position… She had been kneeling, leaning forward, supporting her weight on her elbows—not a comfortable position, but she had no choice but to lie there, because a long wooden stick was inserted , the end of which was attached to a piece of red cloth, fluttering in the river breeze— it was a flag, a flag planted on a woman's body. Like other creatures in the human world, demons were keen to erect tall masts and hang their flags in the places they conquered to declare their sovereignty… but these flags seemed more like a perverse pleasure, bearing no symbols or fixed patterns, just a thin stick with a piece of cloth tied to it. There were dozens of such flags in this narrow valley; the weight of the nearly two-meter-long sticks with the cloth standing upright was indeed too much for their fragile bodies, which was why the girls desperately tightened their anuses—otherwise, their delicate intestines would probably be pierced by the sharp tip of the stick. The girl remained kneeling, but instead of supporting herself on her elbows, she pressed her breasts to , stretched her arms forward, and raised her buttocks high to slightly alleviate the soreness in her arms. She moved her legs with as few movements as possible, while simultaneously tightening her anus to minimize the swaying of her vulva. Slight swaying wouldn't attract the demons' attention. She imagined the demons holding a lewd feast on the high hill, seven or eight women slightly older than her kneeling side by side, their buttocks raised high, revealing their plump mons pubis, their sparse pubic hair long since shaved clean, the werewolves raising their cups... They toasted each other with cups, then played a drinking game—a game they'd learned from humans many years ago. The loser would either drink a large cup of wine, or more often, find a slightly attractive female slave and brutally rape her to finish quickly. Their rough penises often brought out streaks of blood or bits of flesh from the woman's vagina, but they seemed unconcerned. They craved only a near-sadistic pleasure. The anger at losing to their own kind was completely vented on these young women , and the pride lost from repeated defeats seemed to be regained through these women. The girl carefully moved her limbs, and after a while, she got up, returned to her original position, picked up some prepared vines, and began weaving a noose. She was satisfied with her performance; from beginning to end, the flag only swayed slightly, meaning her subtle movements were unlikely to be detected. But her luck was clearly not so good. First, a whip lashed her back, leaving a bright red mark. The force of the whip sent the girl spinning several times. Then, she was kicked in the lower abdomen. The girl's body arched like a shrimp, the wooden stick churning inside her intestines. The immense pain rendered her almost speechless . Veins bulged on her neck, and her face was flushed a sickly red from blood stasis. Large wads of cold sweat instantly soaked her temples, and her eyes were bloodshot. She felt a warm liquid flowing down her intestines from her lower abdomen… The werewolf crouched down, one hand supporting her buttocks, the other gripping a wooden stick. With a sharp tug, the girl screamed in agony as several drops of red liquid splattered from her anus, followed by a glistening thread. She forced herself to sit up, kneeling on the ground, her upper body straight. Lowering her head would reopen the wound on her anus, but she knew that if she didn't get up, it wouldn't just be whipping and kicking. Those who had done this were now being gang-raped by dozens of demons, some with gaping wounds in their lower bodies, exposing their colorful internal organs. The werewolf spoke again in an unintelligible language. Although she couldn't understand it, the girl knew his intention. The werewolf unzipped his pants, and his thick, dark penis sprang out, slapping against her cheek. Even though demons' muscles are as hard as steel, this spot is always vulnerable. Perhaps with just one forceful bite, this seemingly tall werewolf would instantly collapse to the ground, allowing her to seize the opportunity to pull out the short knife hanging from his waist and plunge it into his heart—a weapon a hundred times more dangerous than the small piece of iron in her hand. The werewolf seemed somewhat impatient, spouting another string of gibberish. The girl carefully examined the erect penis, calculating the distance, and opened her silver teeth… Finally, she closed her eyes, extended her tongue, and meticulously licked the glans, not missing a single fold. With her nimble tongue, the entire penis was soon covered in her saliva. She held the base of the penis in her hands, gently caressing it. As the girl licked, the werewolf's penis grew even harder and hotter. The werewolf grabbed the girl's head and forcefully pressed it down, his nearly thirty-centimeter-long penis plunging directly into her throat. The girl trembled uncontrollably; the foreign object blocking her throat made it impossible for her to breathe, and her vision blurred in waves. She didn't know time had passed before the werewolf finally withdrew his penis. Suddenly, her breathing became easier, and she gasped for air, only to be met with another sudden...

With a deep penetration, the girl coughed violently, tears and snot streaming down her face.
This cycle repeated three or four times before the werewolf ejaculated a thick stream of semen deep into her throat. His penis slowly withdrew
from her mouth, a trickle of white fluid spilling from the corner of her lips. She tried to lick it away, but it only brought out more
fluid. His penis,
having ejaculated once into the girl's throat, showed no signs of fatigue. The werewolf flipped the girl over,
half-lying on the ground, and lifted her up. He aimed his penis at her bleeding anus and thrust it
in .
"Ahhhhh!" she finally screamed. Her intestinal walls, still bleeding from the cuts inflicted by the wooden stick, were being repeatedly thrust into by
the huge, rough penis. Crimson blood stained the penis bright red, bits of flesh and blood mixed with intestinal fluid being
pulled out and pushed back in. The girl cried out hoarsely, her voice echoing through the narrow valley.
The demon merely chuckled coldly, then shifted his position, pinning the girl to the ground, her buttocks facing upwards, and increasing
the frequency of his thrusts. The girl's voice grew fainter and fainter, until it was barely a whisper, almost an instinctive
reaction … Another gush of hot liquid exploded deep within her intestines.
The werewolf abruptly withdrew his penis; freed from its obstruction, blood mixed with semen, intestinal fluid, and fine bits of filth
gushed out. The werewolf stood up, his blood-stained penis now limp. A few drops of red liquid
dripped into the girl's eyes, staining her entire vision crimson. Her once delicate and small anus now opened and closed, revealing
even the tender pink intestinal flesh, occasionally spurting out streams of blood that trickled down her body onto the ground.
The demon was gone, leaving only the girl half-lying on the ground, motionless, a putrid
stench emanating from her, like a pile of dead, rotting flesh. Her face was covered in snot and tears, her eyes
lifeless, only small, guttural sounds emanating from her throat.
The distant sun cast its last rays, piercing through the thick clouds and falling upon the girl, like
a thin veil draped over her naked body.
...
The werewolves had lingered for four or five days on the edge of the eastern forest and grassland of Dongxingye. Before them
lay a vast grassland in western Dongxingye; beyond this grassland, stretching for thousands of miles from north to south, lay the
true [Demon Realm].
The legendary great demons had built a colossal city that reached into the clouds at the edge of the Demon Realm, erected a throne, and
spent countless springs, summers, autumns, and winters in slumber... People called that city [Asgard].
The wolf pack did not enter the [Demon Realm]; they only followed to the outskirts of Dongxingye. The barrier of Asgard altered
the climate of most of the Demon Realm; the once humid coastal air became dry and frigid, and there wasn't enough meat on the northern grasslands
to feed them. Only a dozen or so gray wolves continued forward with the werewolves' caravan.
The female slaves carried large baskets woven from rattan, filled with various kinds of semi-dried meat, including
human and wild animals. Several withered and twisted arms were intertwined with the limbs of some unknown animal...
Never before had there been such harmony between humans and wild animals.

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