Descendants of the Dragon

"I've always believed that our long-cherished wish will be fulfilled here." Looking at the Dragon's Descendant bound in the prison before him, Lemoto, the leader of the Eastern Stav organization, spoke slowly, "Daye, such a wonderful test subject, you must make good use of him."

"Hehehe, of course, Leader. The samples collected this time, after my modifications, are enough to create a batch of excellent tools. As for the selection of personnel, that's your responsibility, Leader."

"Is that so? That's good. I'll instruct my subordinates to strictly control the selection. I hope these tools can be used for a long time." Although Lemoto's back was turned to Daye and he couldn't see his expression, he could imagine the fanatical look on Daye's face. He knew Daye too well; Daye was the organization's mad scientist, only interested in his test subjects, and when he went mad, he disregarded the organization's interests.

After Lemoto and Daye left the secret chamber, the stone door slowly closed with a series of clicks.

The quiet chamber was shattered by the sudden sound of chains scraping against each other.

"#%@$% …# …@ ……%@%@" The Dragon's Descendant, bound in his cell, slowly regained consciousness, feeling intense pain throughout his body, and began to struggle violently. This Dragon's Descendant was no longer the monster that acted on instinct; if he were still the original monster, perhaps he wouldn't have struggled at all. Now, occupying this body was a boy named Li Mo, from Earth, who deeply loved anime and manga.

After some time, as demonic energy flowed within him, his wounds gradually healed, and Li Mo slowly adapted to the Dragon's Descendant's body, which could be described as overpowered.

"Heh heh heh, so this is it, the world of Claymore." Recalling the voice he heard before losing consciousness, Li Mo could roughly guess what kind of world he was currently in. "But what a mess! Why am I in such a miserable state? It seems I'm just an experimental tool."

Li Mo knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to take action. If he remained trapped here, he'd likely only be a source of raw materials for the organization's greatsword-making, with no future prospects. So, no matter what, he had to get out of here first.

Controlling the flow of demonic energy within his body, Li Mo tried to see if he could change his form. After all, Awakened Ones could freely switch between their Awakened Fish-Human forms; there was no reason why this Dragon Descendant's body couldn't. As Li Mo tried, the Dragon Descendant's body gradually shrank, slowly transforming into a human form.

Clang! The locks that had bound the Dragon Descendant lost their function as Li Mo changed his size, falling to the ground.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect this! I'm actually quite clever!" With the restraints gone, Li Mo felt much more relaxed. Observing the environment of the secret chamber, an idea formed in Li Mo's mind.

Unsure if there were any traps or mechanisms inside the secret chamber, Li Mo cautiously moved towards the door, moving as slowly as possible. After some effort, he finally reached the door. Closing his eyes and sensing that there were no guards outside, Li Mo transformed his arm into a sword shape and slashed at the door. As expected, the Dragon Descendant's body was extraordinary. Li Mo had anticipated some difficulty breaking open the door, but he easily created a gap large enough for his escape.

His eyes scanned the passageway, guessing that the nearby rooms were probably similar to his, containing or storing something. Li Mo secretly decided that after suffering so much, leaving without gaining anything would be a disservice to himself.

Without hesitation, Li Mo headed towards the nearest room. Breaking open the door, Li Mo was shocked to find that the room contained the bodies of the deceased NOs. In the room containing the No. 1 Claymore, recalling the events of Claymore, he remembered that the organization had indeed resurrected several No. 1 Claymores. Judging from the current situation, the ones in this room were those resurrected by the organization.

Li Mo walked over and examined the faces of these seemingly sleeping Claymores: the beautiful Historia, the love-hate Roxanne, and the Dust Eater Cassandra. Although all three possessed the power of the Abyss after their resurrection, he didn't show the same affection for Cassandra as the other two. Moreover, he couldn't take all three with him at the moment, so he apologized to Cassandra, picked up Historia and Roxanne, and carried them on his shoulders to leave. He couldn't stay in Stavrod for long; who knew what might suddenly happen?

Since Historia was dead, Li Mo was now certain that at least Teresa was present, though he wasn't sure of the current situation.

It wasn't the time for a direct confrontation with the organization; there was no need to expose himself. While sensing the demonic energy nearby and avoiding the organization's eyes and ears, Li Mo gradually left the organization's territory. During his escape, Li Mo unexpectedly encountered someone, Lahuana. However, he was currently too busy to deal with her, so he decided to leave her for the time being. With that thought, Li Mo moved away from the organization.

"Phew, so tired. I've run this far; this amount of exercise is almost equivalent to several years of my previous workouts, haha." Reaching a relatively safe forest, Li Mo stopped and gently placed the beautiful Historia and the hateful Roxanne on the ground.

Perhaps because of his earlier tension, Li Mo only now felt the softness of the two women's bodies. Thinking about his many years as a virgin, he couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the two women, a surge of anger welled up in Li Mo's heart. He placed his hands on each of their breasts and began to knead them. After a while, Li Mo stopped. He didn't have a necrophilia fetish; if he really got aroused, he would have to rely on the five girls to solve the problem. Now, Li Mo was thinking about how to resurrect the two women.

His right hand transformed into a sword shape. Li Mo cut two pieces of flesh from his own body, channeling his demonic energy to heal his wounds. He then sliced open the abdomens of the two women, placing the two pieces of flesh into their bodies. He used his demonic energy to heal the openings in their abdomens, then placed his hand on their abdomens. He slowly infused his demonic energy into their bodies. The flesh within Historia and Roxanne's bodies was activated by the demonic energy, slowly consuming the original demonic flesh within them. Soon, the original demonic flesh was completely assimilated by Li Mo's flesh, and new demonic energy was generated within their bodies.

Li Mo could feel that the two women's previously cold bodies were beginning to regain vitality, thanks to this new demonic energy. Thump, thump, their hearts seemed to start beating again. Li Mo was now completely confident that Historia and Roxanne would be fully resurrected soon.

With a slightly tense feeling, Li Mo stared intently at Historia and Roxanne. Their eyelashes fluttered slightly, a sign that the two women were about to awaken. Looking at their beautiful faces, a plan suddenly formed in Li Mo's mind.

"I've always believed that our long-cherished wish will be fulfilled here." Looking at the Dragon Descendant, Lemoto, the leader of the Eastern Stav organization, bound in his cell, he slowly said, "Daye, such excellent test subjects, you must make good use of them." "

Hehehe, of course, Leader. The samples collected this time, after my modifications, are enough to create a batch of excellent tools. As for the selection of personnel, that's up to you, Leader."

"Is that so? That's good. I'll instruct my subordinates to strictly control the selection of personnel. I hope this batch of tools can be used for a long time." Although Lemoto had his back to Daye and couldn't see his expression, he could imagine the fanatical look on Daye's face. He knew Daye too well; Daye was the organization's mad scientist, only interested in his experimental subjects, and when he went mad, he didn't care about the organization's interests at all.

After Lemoto and Daye left the secret room, the stone door slowly closed with a series of clicks.

The quiet room was broken by the sudden sound of chains rubbing together.

"#%@$% …# …@ ……%@%@" The Dragon Descendant, bound in the cell, slowly regained consciousness and felt the intense pain in his body, and began to struggle violently. The Dragon Descendant was no longer the monster that acted on instinct; if he were still the original monster, perhaps he wouldn't have struggled at all. Now, this body belongs to Li Mo, a boy from Earth who deeply loves anime and manga.

After some time, as demonic energy flowed through his body, his injuries gradually healed, and Li Mo slowly adapted to this body of the Dragon's Descendant, which could be described as overpowered.

"Hehehe, so this is how it is, the world of Claymore." Recalling the voice he heard before losing consciousness, Li Mo could roughly guess what kind of world he was in. "But, what a rip-off! Why am I in such a miserable state? It seems I'm just an experimental tool."

Li Mo knew very well that he couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to take some action. If he remained trapped here, he would probably only be able to serve as raw materials for the organization to make Claymores, with absolutely no future. So, no matter what, he had to get out of here first.

Controlling the flow of demonic energy within his body, Li Mo tried to see if he could change his form. After all, awakened beings could freely switch between their awakened fish-human forms, so there was no reason why this Dragon Descendant's body couldn't. As Li Mo tried, the Dragon Descendant's body gradually shrank, slowly transforming into a human form.

Clang! The locks that had bound the Dragon Descendant lost their function and fell to the ground as Li Mo changed his size.

"Hahaha! I didn't expect that! I'm really clever!" With the restraints gone, Li Mo felt much more relaxed. Observing the environment of the secret chamber, an idea formed in Li Mo's mind.

Unsure if there were any mechanisms inside, Li Mo cautiously moved towards the door, moving as slowly as possible. After some effort, Li Mo finally reached the door. Closing his eyes and sensing that there were no guards outside, Li Mo transformed his arm into a sword shape and slashed at the door of the secret chamber. As it turned out, the Dragon Descendant's body was indeed extraordinary. Li Mo had initially thought breaking open the secret chamber door might be difficult, but he unexpectedly opened a gap large enough for his escape with ease.

His eyes scanned the passageway, and Li Mo guessed that the nearby rooms were probably similar to his, containing or storing something. Li Mo secretly resolved that after suffering so much, leaving without gaining anything would be a disservice to himself.

Without hesitation, Li Mo headed towards the nearest room. Breaking open the door, Li Mo was taken aback. To his surprise, this room contained the bodies of those deceased No. 1s. Recalling the events of Claymore, he remembered that the organization had indeed resurrected several No. 1 Claymores later. Judging from the current situation, the Claymores in this room were those resurrected by the organization.

Li Mo walked over and examined the faces of the seemingly sleeping greatswords: the beautiful Historia, the passionate Roxanne, and the Dust Eater Cassandra. Although all three possessed Abyssal power after their resurrection, he didn't show the same affection for Cassandra as he did for the other two. Moreover, he couldn't take all three with him at the moment, so he apologized to Cassandra, picked up Historia and Roxanne, and carried them on his shoulders, preparing to leave. He couldn't linger in Stavrod; who knew what might suddenly happen?

Now that Historia was dead, Li Mo was certain that at least Teresa was present, though the specific details were still unclear.

It wasn't the time for a direct confrontation with the organization; there was no need to expose himself. Sensing the surrounding demonic energy while avoiding the organization's spies, Li Mo gradually moved away from their territory. During his escape, Li Mo unexpectedly encountered someone: Lafayette. However, he was currently too busy to deal with her, so he decided to leave her for now and continue away from the organization.

"Phew, so tired. I've run this far; this amount of exercise is almost equivalent to several years' worth of exercise I've done before, haha." Reaching a relatively safe grove of trees, Li Mo stopped and gently placed the beautiful Historia and the hateful Roxanne on the ground.

Perhaps due to his earlier tension, Li Mo only now truly appreciated the softness of the two women's bodies. Thinking about his many years as a virgin, he couldn't help but sigh. Looking at the two women, a surge of anger welled up in Li Mo's heart. He placed his hands on their breasts and began to knead them. After a while, Li Mo stopped. He didn't have a necrophilia fetish; if he really got aroused, he'd have to rely on his five sisters to resolve it. Now, Li Mo was thinking about how to resurrect the two women.

His right hand transformed into a sword shape. Li Mo cut two pieces of flesh from his own body, channeling his demonic energy to heal his wounds. Then he sliced open the abdomens of the two women, placing the two pieces of flesh into their bodies. He then channeled his demonic energy to heal the openings in their abdomens, and finally placed his hands on their abdomens. Li Mo slowly infused his demonic energy into the two women's bodies. The demonic energy activated the flesh and blood within Historia and Roxanne, gradually absorbing the original demonic flesh and blood. Soon, the original demonic flesh and blood were completely assimilated by Li Mo's energy, and new demonic energy was generated within their bodies.

Li Mo could feel that the two women's previously cold bodies were beginning to regain vitality thanks to this new demonic energy. Thump, thump, their hearts seemed to start beating again. Li Mo was now completely confident that Historia and Roxanne would be fully resurrected soon.

With a slightly tense feeling, Li Mo stared intently at Historia and Roxanne. Their eyelashes fluttered slightly—a sign that they were about to awaken. Looking at their beautiful faces, a plan suddenly formed in Li Mo's mind.

Historia and Roxanne slowly opened their eyes and sat up, seemingly still unsure of their situation. They looked around in confusion. Seeing their expressions, Li Mo became even more certain of his plan. He spoke to them in a deep, slightly magnetic voice, "Historia, Roxanne, look into my eyes." Startled

by the sudden voice, the still-unconscious Historia and Roxanne unconsciously looked at Li Mo. Seeing their attention focused on him, Li Mo felt a slight smugness. It seemed to be working. While influencing the demonic energy within their bodies with his own demonic energy, he continued, "Look into my eyes, don't think about anything." The women's eyes, which had just regained their focus, became confused again.

It seemed that, combined with the influence of the demonic energy generated by his own flesh and blood within them, and with the aid of hypnosis, controlling their thoughts was possible. Suppressing his excitement, Li Mo continued in a deep, slow voice,

"You're tired. Relax, let

your bodies unwind."

Led by Li Mo, the two women seemed genuinely exhausted: "Ah...it seems...a little...tired..." Noticing their change, Li Mo lowered his voice further: "Yes, you're both very tired. Don't think about anything, just listen to my voice. Relax, take a deep breath. Inhale, don't think, exhale, empty your mind, it feels very comfortable." As Li Mo spoke, the women's eyelids began to flutter.

"Sleep, your eyes must feel heavy, right? Keeping them open will be tiring, won't it? If you're tired, close your eyes." Historia and Roxanne were now completely absorbed in Li Mo's rhythm. "Your eyelids are getting heavier and heavier

, now there's only a little strength left to support them, but that can't stop them from closing. Sleep, Historia, Roxanne...when your eyes close, your mind will also fall asleep..." The women's eyelids trembled slightly a few times, slowly closing, but ultimately did not open again.

Seeing that the two women had finally entered a state of focus, Li Mo breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly channeled his demonic energy into Historia and Roxanne's minds, a crucial step for his next move. After all, his flesh and blood resided within them; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hypnotize them so easily.

"Historia, Roxanne, you have fallen into a deep sleep." A moment later, a flat, emotionless voice came from Historia and Roxanne: "Yes… I have… fallen… into a deep sleep…"

Yes, things were going very smoothly. Everything was under Li Mo's control. He now had ample time to manipulate the women's minds, shaping Historia and Roxanne into his desired form.

"Stand up, let me take a good look."

With Li Mo's command, Historia and Roxanne slowly stood up, standing before him completely unguarded.

A powerful swordswoman emerges—that saying was indeed true. Looking at the two beauties standing quietly like dolls before him, their mature and voluptuous bodies displaying a completely unguarded posture, yet still exuding an elegant and gentle charm, Li Mo's heart warmed, and his manhood instantly stood erect.

Historia and Roxanne stood as still as statues, their hands suspended in the air, their beautiful eyes closed, their faces showing the relaxation of deep sleep. The two women wore the standard uniform of the greatsword, a white, form-fitting uniform with light armor, their radiant faces as mature and charming as ever, their alabaster skin whiter than a baby's.

"Historia, Roxanne, open your eyes."

The two greatsword beauties, Historia and Roxanne, obediently and slowly opened their beautiful eyes. The once captivating eyes of the two women were now only empty, their unfocused gazes staring blankly ahead, like soulless dolls.

That helpless and vulnerable dazed state, compared to the two women's usual demeanor, only fueled the man's violent desires, making him want to pin them down and ravage them.

Li Mo's gaze swept back and forth between the two women. Now, they were completely under his control; without his command, they wouldn't react at all.

Li Mo removed Historia's clothes. Her breasts, like plump, ripe fruits, were heavy, as if a gentle pinch could squeeze out juice, yet they remained firm and erect, seemingly defying gravity, showing no signs of sagging.

He mercilessly grasped these full breasts, kneading them wantonly. The two elusive mounds of flesh constantly changed shape in his palms, the tender cherries between his fingers slowly hardening and standing erect under the caress. He greedily enjoyed the wonderful sensation beneath his hands—soft, smooth, yet full of elasticity, always returning to a perfect hemispherical shape the moment he released them, no matter how he played with them.

Historia was completely unaware of his violation; her consciousness remained dormant in the dark abyss. She was now merely a lifelike doll, unable to move or resist, completely at the mercy of his defilement and manipulation.

[The End]

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