Alibuda Era Festival 8

Since leaving the Sea God's Palace, I've been pondering several major issues. Besides Mudou Ran's secret strategy specifically for dealing with the ghost ships, I still need to deal with the Black Dragon Society's enemies.
Yu Ni can be dealt with by Yu Hong, but that impotent Mudou Demon is a formidable foe capable of killing both Yu Hong and me. If I don't find a way to deal with him, encountering him will only lead to certain death. Later, I joined forces with Kato Taka, and this problem was easily solved. However, before encountering Kato Taka, I did come up with some clues.
A Wu once said that the Mudou Demon's steel body originates from his unwavering confidence in himself. To put it simply, when this simple-minded fool truly believes his steel demon body is indestructible, he becomes invincible. The steel demonic body is composed of two parts. The first, and most noticeable, is its incredibly sturdy body, as hard as iron and impervious to all blades, possessing unparalleled defensive and resilient strength. However, the second part, often overlooked, is its unparalleled regenerative ability. As the saying goes, "
Hardness cannot last, softness cannot be maintained." Ultimately, all martial arts and magic are governed by the principles of Yin and Yang, hardness and softness. If the Martial Demon's indestructible steel body relied solely on brute force, it would surely perish if broken by a skilled opponent. It would be impossible for it to grow stronger with each challenge, constantly improving. Therefore, that body must possess a powerful regenerative and healing ability, allowing it to rapidly recover from near-death experiences. Without addressing this, defeating the Martial Demon multiple times would only provide opportunities for self-improvement, without any real effect.
So, how to break this masterpiece of the Black Witch Goddess?
I believe the key lies in the confidence, as the witch mentioned, rather than external injuries. To truly defeat the Demon of the Demon Realm, one must shatter his confidence in his demonic body. Only when he no longer believes in his own power can he be truly defeated. Kato Taka must have realized this as well, which is why he tried to manipulate the Demon of the Demon Realm with words during their battle. Although unsuccessful, it gave me some inspiration.
However, how to break the Demon of the Demon Realm's confidence...? Should I mock his impotence and incompetence? What if that fails and instead fuels his anger and fighting spirit? Wouldn't that backfire...? Before
I could devise a concrete plan, I participated in the battle of Fengling Island and encountered the Demon of the Demon Realm. But what I never expected was... when I was nearly torn to pieces by the Demon of the Demon Realm, the benefactor who appeared to save my life was someone I never imagined.
One of the two humanoid incarnations of the Black Dragon Society, the number one assassin of the East Sea, Ghostly Evening!
Her martial arts skills were clearly inferior to those of the Martial Realm Demon. After taking the full force of the blade's energy, her body slumped backward, barely managing to stop in front of me before crashing into me. A faint red mist and the smell of blood filled the air; she had already been injured by the blade.
(Why...why did she come to save me?)
A cold, sharp glint of light illuminated the girl's ninja attire, highlighting the exaggerated curves of her large, rounded breasts. This overlapped with the image of her back that had flashed through my mind, confirming what I was seeing. The beautiful woman before me was indeed the leader of the Black Dragon Society's ninja army, Ghostly Evening! The woman who had tried to kill me several times in the past had inexplicably saved my life. This was truly baffling, and I couldn't fathom the reason behind it.
However, my astonishment didn't last long. As if sensing my gaze, Ghostly Evening leaped into the air. From behind, I could only see her small, fragrant buttocks bobbing up and down, becoming a beautiful backside soaring into the night sky. Her entire body melted into the darkness in mid-air, disappearing without a trace.
This ninjutsu was truly formidable, but her arrival was so sudden, and she left without a word. The second blade of the Martial Demon was coming again. What was she going to do now?
"Get out of the way!"
A thunderous shout came from afar, accompanied by a majestic figure like a god descending in front of me. The dragon emblem with the character "特" on his arm soared and shone brightly, and the Dragon Slayer Blade drew a snow-white, crystalline edge in the darkness, meeting the Martial Demon's blade of light in mid-air. The two forces collided, exploding into a gust of wind and air.
"Boss!"
At the most critical moment, Kato Taka rushed in front of me, blocking a blow from the Martial Demon. The timing was perfect. Ghostly Evening might have calculated this before leaving, but everyone in the Black Dragon Society should see me as a mortal enemy, wanting to eliminate me as soon as possible. Why would Ghostly Evening actually take a blow for me? This is hard to understand.
Kato Taka stood in front of me, imposing and majestic, with many wounds on his body, and blood dripping continuously from the Dragon Slayer Blade. He had fought his way here, and I don't know how many Black Warriors had perished under the Dragon Slayer Blade. Thinking of the Black Warriors' ferocity, ruthlessness, and indestructible bodies, Kato Taka, despite relying on the advantage of the Dragon Slayer Blade, was able to repeatedly overcome obstacles despite being heavily injured. He was truly unstoppable, making one imagine his courageous and heroic spirit when he was a general of the resistance army.
"Brother Mei, can you hold on?"
Kato Taka asked, and I quickly answered. To guard against a surprise attack from the Mugen demons, he didn't turn around, grabbed my right arm, and the two of us soared into the air, using our superb lightness skills to shoot towards the ghost ship in mid-air. I felt the wind whistling past, and gusts of cold air cut like knives across my face. The ghost ship was definitely launching some kind of attack in our direction, but Kato Taka wielded his Dragon Slayer Blade, forming a dense net of blades that slashed down the hundreds of evil bees and blood bats that flew towards us. Drops of red mist scattered around us, creating a bloody path in the air.
With superb lightness skills, riding the wind, I was carried into the sky by Kato Taka. My body felt light as if it had lost its weight. High above, by the blood-red moonlight, I could clearly see the legendary ghost ship.
It was a colossal ship, ten zhang long, entirely composed of white bones. Countless skeletal remains were interspersed and arranged, bathed in the blood-red moonlight, emanating a chilling aura. High in the air, I suddenly felt an intense, bone-chilling cold, my teeth grinding incessantly.
Three masts, devoid of any hanging objects, stood high. Although no flags fluttered, countless blue will-o'-the-wisps swirled and danced around them, sometimes maintaining the form of floating flames, sometimes transforming into illusory, vengeful spirits, shifting and changing amidst mournful howls. At
the bow was a massive ram. Ordinary ships used rams to breach enemy vessels, but a ghost ship shouldn't need one. Below the ram, where the figurehead should have been, was now a sinister carving, as if hundreds of evil spirits were vying to crawl out from the hull, rushing to the forefront of the ram.
Black nets of varying sizes hung from the port and starboard sides of the mast, preventing enemies from jumping aboard. Judging by their shimmering blue light, they were undoubtedly coated with deadly poison. Beneath these nets, the ghost ship's sailors patrolled the area, maintaining a tight, impenetrable defense.
Heavily armored black warriors, their prominent fangs and stiff manes gleaming, wielded javelins for throwing, guarding every corner.
Skeleton soldiers, reduced to mere bones, under the lich's command, swiftly loaded what appeared to be human skulls onto catapults or cannons, perhaps to fire poison-laden projectiles or hurled will-o'-the-wisps, with a range likely exceeding a hundred miles.
Centaur-like undead cavalry patrolled the decks. Unlike the usual male centaurs, these were all females, their lower bodies rotting and stinking like horses, their upper bodies bare, revealing alluring women with brown breasts. Some had long, flowing hair, others were completely shaved, except for a cobra tattoo on their head. They carried heavy plowshares linked to chains, capable of killing enemies and piercing enemy ships.
Besides these active sailors, numerous small, undead creatures darted out from the ship's hatches, quickly soaring into the sky and flying towards the battlefield on the high seas. The entire ghost ship was like a writhing, eerie womb, constantly spawning new evil creatures that rapidly devoured nearby life, gradually transforming the area enveloped by its evil power into a lifeless, dark world.
Fortunately, the ghost ship's evil power had not fully recovered…
fortunately, its most lethal weapon, the main cannon, had not yet returned…
As long as I retain these two advantages, I still have a chance to take some risks. When the Kato Eagle turned and plummeted towards the ghost ship with the force of thunder, countless tiny evil bees, blood bats, and ghost-faced spiders on the ship also flew towards us. The Black Knight and the centaur corpse rider threw heavy weapons at us, trying to intercept and kill the two of us in the air.
"A single strike cleaves the sea!"
Facing overwhelming obstacles, Kato Taka used his true power for the first time. The pinnacle of the Dragon God Clan's swordsmanship shone forth, devoid of any fancy tricks. A sharp blade of light flashed from the Dragon Slayer Blade, transforming into a blindingly bright beam that shot straight towards the ghost ship. Any creature or weapon touched by this beam could not withstand the sacred attributes of the Dragon Slayer Blade and instantly turned to ashes. Although the ghost ship's hull was protected by evil power and was not cleaved by this strike, a lich and a black warrior at the end of the beam could not dodge in time and were struck squarely. Their flickering, illusory forms instantly turned to ash. The
awe-inspiring power, like that of a celestial war god, instantly caused all the ferocious demons to dare not face its might and flee in panic. But only I knew the price Kato Taka paid.
He was, after all, severely injured. He might normally be able to wield this move with ease, but now he was merely putting on a brave
face. When he slashed out, his palm, gripping my arm, was drenched in cold sweat; clearly, after a series of fierce battles and the slaughter of hundreds of Black Warriors, his strength was on the verge of collapse. "Brother Mei, I can only see you this far. The rest is up to you."
Katotaka's skillful telepathic transmission rang in my ear. The reason he let me act alone wasn't because he was about to collapse, but because his nemesis wouldn't allow him to continue interfering with the ghost ship. With a fierce roar, Katotaka flapped his bat wings and soared up from the ground, swooping towards us.
"Kato Taka! We've fought many times, and today you'll become one of the countless wronged souls on the ghost ship."
"Words are useless. Come at me! Perhaps it will be you, demon, who will slay me, to atone for the deaths of my warriors at your hands."
"Hahahaha! You think you're invincible? I, the Takema Demon, am unmatched in the East Sea! No one can kill me, no one can defeat me!"
With that same ear-piercing laughter, the Takema Demon soared through the air, joining Kato Taka in their relentless duel to the other side of the night sky.
The moment Kato Taka released me, I plummeted straight down towards the ghost ship. The Takema Demon didn't even attempt to stop me, because the black warriors and centaur knights on the deck had already regrouped, swarming towards me like a swarm of ants drawn to honey. The Takema Demon didn't believe I had any chance of survival.
Let alone me, even Yu Hong, if she were caught in this desperate situation where she was being attacked by a thousand blades, she probably wouldn't last long, let alone someone like me with only a fifth-level cultivation.
The Water-Fire Demon Spider and the Phoenix Blood Female Bee have both been destroyed one after another, and it will take at least a day to resummon them, not to mention the internal injuries I suffered from the destruction of the Lustful God Soul Beast. If I were to fall now, I wouldn't even be able to defeat a Black Warrior. Under normal circumstances, I would be torn to pieces the moment I hit the ground, dead beyond any hope of survival.
Of course, I won't let that happen. Acting blindly has never been my style. If I didn't have another plan, I wouldn't have put myself in such a desperate situation. At this moment, Wu Tenglan's words of advice in the Sea God Palace echoed in my ears once again.
"Young Master, you must remember this well: the last bit of help we can offer you can only be used after you board the Ghost Ship. Because once the Sea God's Palace officially appears, it will be drawn by the power of the Ghost Ship, leaving it in its weakest state, unable to resist external enemies. The ambitious individuals who have been waiting for this opportunity will also make their move, and we will no longer be able to provide you with any assistance..."
This so-called last resort is a gamble of life or death, betting all available chips. Once used, the Sea God's Palace will be overwhelmed, and I will have no way out. The feeling of fighting with my back against the wall is naturally unpleasant, but at this moment, I have no other choice. After pinpointing the location where I would land on the Ghost Ship, I shouted the pre-arranged signal with Mudou Ran in mid-air.
"Almighty God!"
I shouted wildly as I plummeted downwards, raising my hands high.
"Grant me the magical power of Greiburg!"
To be honest, I had absolutely no idea what Greiburg was or where it was located. However, when I uttered the secret code I had agreed upon with Mutoran, a sudden surge of waves erupted on the distant, deafening sea. Waves tens of feet high shot into the sky like explosions, and millions of tons of seawater crashed down on both sides like the hands of a god.
Compared to this colossal hand, even the most ferocious evil creatures appeared insignificant. As the massive wave crashed down, all the evil creatures and ships within its reach were instantly pulverized, sinking forever to the dark seabed with the surging current.
Amidst this astonishingly powerful tsunami, a colossal creature emerged from the azure waves. Its hundred-foot-long body resembled an invincible warship, its massive tail casually whipping up millions of tons of seawater, easily burying everything around it. Its deep, dark eyes seemed to hold wisdom beyond human comprehension, coldly surveying the sea creatures from its lofty height. When people gazed upon its domineering presence, none dared to be unafraid.
The Giant Dragon!
The most mysterious creature of the East Sea, the giant sea god worshipped by all the people of the East Sea, had suddenly appeared, shocking everyone present, including me.
Wu Tenglan and I had agreed that when I gave the final signal, she would bring the Sea God's Palace to the surface to aid me, but no matter how I imagined the Sea God's Palace appearing, it would never be like this.
(Could it be...)
Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, making me understand the truth about the Sea God's Palace, and I secretly admired Famit's ingenious design.
The Sea God's Palace was inside the Giant Dragon!
The Giant Dragon was over a hundred feet long, and its massive body could easily contain a palace; moreover, the Sea God's Palace, purely manifested from energy, had no physical form, so it was theoretically entirely possible for it to exist inside the Giant Dragon. A greater possibility was that the Giant Dragon was not a real creature, but rather, like the Sea God's Palace, a super energy entity formed from the aggregation of countless ghostly spirits.
Back then, Famit sealed the terrifying ghost ship in two parts. One part was sealed in another dimension, and could only be summoned back from that dimension through the ritual of the human-pillar key; the other part sank to the bottom of the East Sea, transforming into the Sea God's Palace, which was monitored and guarded by special guards.
Logically, accessing the Sea God's Palace is far easier than finding the Human Pillar Key, so for safety reasons, the Sea God's Palace is relocated periodically. However, moving such a colossal object around would inevitably attract attention over time. Therefore, Famit allowed the Sea God's Palace to move freely, and the most plausible decoy was the Giant Dragon.
For many years, the people of the East Sea only knew of a divine creature in the sea, shaped like a whale and as large as a dragon, remarkably similar to the ancient, extinct Giant Dragon, but even more enormous. It usually lurked deep in the ocean, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, thus inspiring great awe in the people. However, no one knew that the sealed half of the ghost ship was hidden within its body. Those who had the opportunity to visit the Sea God's Palace arrived directly through spatial teleportation, seeing only a hazy gray expanse outside, mistaking it for another dimension, never suspecting they were inside the Giant Dragon's body.
Now I finally understand why the Black Dragon Society had been hunting down the Giant Dragon several times before. They must have already deduced this answer, which is why they tried to imprison or destroy the Giant Dragon to obtain the power of the half-ghost ship hidden within its body.
(So that's why. But then again, Muto Ran's repeated warnings that enemies would snipe at the Sea God's Palace whenever it appeared... refer to...)
Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked towards the giant dragon. If I hadn't been high in the sky, and hadn't been at this vantage point, I certainly wouldn't have noticed a light, dark shadow silently appearing in the blood-red moonlight. Its shape resembled a giant bat, swirling and descending to earth, heading straight above the giant dragon.
Within a wide black cloak, black bandages were densely wrapped around its entire body, revealing only a single, round, emerald-green left eye, gleaming with an eerie green light. Even from a distance, it sent chills down my spine; like a demon, like a nightmare, like a phantom, the master of the Black Dragon Society descended from the sky, seemingly recreating the nightmare that wiped us out that night, spreading fear throughout the land.
As if having long awaited the giant dragon's appearance, the Black Dragon King, during its descent, suddenly flicked its bandaged hands, revealing a massive weapon over two feet long.
It was a massive trident, somewhat resembling a double-edged tuning fork, forged entirely from bone. However, under the evil crimson moon's light, it was shrouded in a thick crimson mist, appearing so deep it seemed to drip blood. It was clearly some kind of magical artifact, specifically crafted to break through the giant dragon's blockade.
When the ghost ship appeared, the Sea God's Palace, in its efforts to resist its pull, had devoted almost ninety percent of its power to this attack, leaving its defenses at their weakest. With the Black Dragon King's overwhelming evil power, this powerful blow could very well kill the giant dragon in one strike, shattering the Sea God's Palace's protective shield.
Thinking of this, I was terrified, praying to the gods that the giant dragon wouldn't be severely injured. Otherwise, if I were to fall straight onto the ghost ship, the consequences would be no different than throwing a piece of raw, bleeding flesh into a pack of ferocious beasts. Fortunately, it seemed my prayers were heard.
"Kurosawa Kazuo!"
A clear, long roar shattered the distant sea, drawing the attention of those engaged in the bloody battle to the changes in the sky. They were shocked to discover the silent appearance of the Black Dragon Society's leader, and a brilliant golden light, drawing a dazzling ten-foot-long rainbow in the next instant, blinded them, as if multiple suns had simultaneously blazed forth, shooting at incredible speed towards the Black Dragon King wielding his massive trident.
The unparalleled power of the Eight-Headed Golden Dragon erupted in this dazzling sword strike. Upon seeing her lifelong nemesis, Li Huamei immediately abandoned the surrounding battle, her sword aimed directly at the chief culprit. As long as she could slay the Black Dragon King, any losses in this battle would be worthwhile.
The Black Dragon Emperor and the Dragon Maiden of the East Sea, two peerless figures who dominated this vast ocean, were about to clash in close combat, engaging in a bloody battle to the death. But at that very moment, an overlooked change suddenly occurred.
The source of the ghost ship's power is the boundless evil force of countless undead who perished at the bottom of the sea. Even if that power were split in two, it would still be far beyond the reach of any human being in the world, and even the five strongest beings would find it difficult to contend with. Faced with this boundless evil force, the Black Dragon King wanted to break through and kill it, so why did Li Huamei have to stop and save him? Why,
even though the Sea God Palace was being attracted by the ghost ship's main body and its defenses were at their lowest point, did it not mean that it was incapable of action? Just as the Black Dragon King and Li Huamei were about to engage in close combat, the giant dragon floating on the sea suddenly moved, stirring up huge waves and opening its massive jaws wide.
The ghost ship's strongest weapon of the past, the Yamato Wave Cannon!
The overwhelming impact instantly swallowed all sound. We only saw an incomparably dazzling, snow-white light suddenly erupt from the giant dragon's mouth, like a colossal source of light comparable to the sun. The brilliant light burst forth, engulfing everything in its path, including the Black Dragon King and Li Huamei, who were locked in a fierce battle. Their figures vanished within the light.
The sea surface where the light passed seemed to be pushed and impacted by immense force, creating huge waves, only to be swallowed up by the following beam of light and disappear into the brilliant white glow. The sounds of the wind, the sea, all the sounds of heaven and earth vanished in an instant. In the utter silence, I only saw that blindingly white sun, shooting towards me as if it were destroying the world.
The next moment, an incredible change occurred. The dazzling white light vanished the instant it touched my body, and the sea returned to a battlefield filled with the sounds of battle, as if nothing had happened, merely a hallucination. I couldn't explain it clearly, only that the immense energy caused some kind of spacetime anomaly, resulting in some distortions in time and space.
However, something was different from before: my body became its own source of light, emanating from within me, illuminating every corner nearby after I finally crashed onto the ghost ship.
I didn't know why the power of the ghost ship's main cannon was not sinister or evil, but rather so bright and holy; I also didn't know what kind of underhanded trick Mudou Ran had used to miraculously transfer the energy of a Yamato Wave Cannon shot into my body. But this was the tactic we had discussed: the ghost ship's main cannon couldn't fire directly at the ghost ship, but it could use some means to temporarily store the energy within the human body. Although a large amount of energy was lost during the conversion process, less than ten percent remained after deductions, it was more than enough for me now.
The instant I stepped onto the deck, a blinding white light blazed forth, illuminating a ten-foot radius around me. The black warriors, skeleton demons, and centaur corpse riders that had been surging forward were all enveloped in the light, purified into ashes before they even had a chance to utter a scream, scattering in all directions.
The various undead creatures on the ghost ship were manifestations of the evil energy of millions of vengeful spirits. When they came into contact with the massive energy body of holy attributes, it was like throwing ice and snow into the sun—instantly annihilated without a trace.
The holy light cleared the way. Although countless powerful undead monsters surged forward like a tide, many of which were powerful evil creatures I had only seen in legends and illustrations, charging and swooping at me, for a moment, I was surrounded by powerful enemies seeking my life. Even Katotaka and Tenkawa Yukiko might not have been able to handle them. However, as soon as they entered within ten feet of me, they were purified and burned to death, unable to cause me any harm.
It was as if I was protected by an unparalleled shield, impervious to a thousand blades, icy flames, and other forms of fire. When those powerful liches and ferocious black warriors were utterly annihilated with a mere flick of my wrist, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction, as if I had become one of the five strongest beings.
But this satisfaction came at a price. The immense energy entering my body put a tremendous strain on my physical limits. Every movement, even the slightest twitch of a finger, sent shivers of excruciating pain through me, my vision blurred, and I could only bite my lip to endure the agony. It was
n't just the pain; physical damage began to appear. With each step I took, blood gushed from my feet, leaving bloody footprints with every step. However, the intense heat of the holy light instantly evaporated these footprints, leaving no trace. Otherwise, if my true strength had been discovered by an enemy, I might have been killed instantly.
The sounds of battle from the distant sea continued relentlessly, clearly indicating the fierce fighting on the rebel side, much like the arduous struggle I was currently facing. As I slowly and heavily approached the center of the ghost ship, the ship, impacted by the powerful holy aura, finally began to change.
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion shattered the white bone mainmast in the center of the ghost ship, sending plumes of black demonic energy soaring skyward!
Hundreds of thick, dark green tentacles lashed out, whipping the fleeing skeletons and black warriors to pieces, absorbing their black, poisonous blood. The tentacles, now imbued with the essence of flesh and blood, grew even thicker, intertwining in a chaotic mass, forming a towering, straight vine.
Countless tentacles attacked me, their tips sharp as blades, the force of their sweeps biting like knives, yet all were purified and destroyed upon entering the range of my protective aura. However, I also noticed a problem: these tentacles containing evil energy were able to withstand a distance of several feet within the light barrier before being incinerated, unlike the previous undead creatures that were instantly destroyed upon contact. Clearly, the ghost ship had found a way to deal with me as its enemy. Although my snow-white holy light shone on the towering vines, the vines remained unmoved, completely unaffected by the purification effect.
Then, with the writhing sound of the vine's slimy sap, a female body emerged from within the vine to the surface—my main objective.
The fierce and beautiful Black Widow thief, the vampire woman who once bore my child… Evil Lotus!
◆ Chapter Two: The Female Beast Evil God
A gigantic, towering, dark green vine, its tip plunging into the high-altitude clouds, its thick diameter resembling that of an ancient tree, with countless intricate "branches" spreading wildly, protruded from its surface ten feet above the base, revealing a rounded, jade-like body.
Dozens of tentacles of varying thicknesses coiled around this fair and tender female body, preventing her from writhing excessively. Several particularly unusual tentacles had roots at their ends, already assimilated into the body's limbs and back, making her a part of this vengeful vine, even… its core.
Tentacles wrapped around the woman's chest, binding her full breasts until they swelled and seemed about to burst. Her long, purplish-red hair, hanging loosely and almost longer than her torso, writhed and danced like a living, serpentine creature under the influence of evil power, revealing her smooth, white skin beneath.
Her hands and feet were assimilated by the dark green vines, leaving only her beautiful torso. Her round, swollen belly was particularly striking, deforming her slender waist. Her white, smooth belly was so thin that one could almost see the throbbing of her uterus. The upper part of her triangular abdomen bulged, even pulling at her vulva, vaguely revealing the crimson flesh within. Drips of lustful fluid flowed from her round, snowy buttocks, running down the vines. The tentacles, touched by the lustful fluid, seemed to come alive, dancing wildly.
In the darkness, this scene was particularly striking. I imagine even the rebel fleet far beyond Sealed Spirit Island could see a snow-white female body undulating and swaying on dark green vines, seemingly struggling, yet also wantonly displaying her sexy and alluring nakedness; her body covered in sweat, her soft, boneless beauty resembling a fleshy white snake, both erotic and demonic.
"Evil Lotus..."
I murmured softly, but I knew in my heart that this couldn't possibly be Evil Lotus regaining her senses for a touching reunion. It must be that the Ghost Ship's scattered attacks were ineffective against me, so she concentrated all her evil power, using the most powerful Human Pillar Key to launch a main attack on me.
As for who controls whom between the Evil Lotus and the Ghost Ship under these circumstances, it's no longer important. The Evil Lotus's soul has likely already been devoured by the Ghost Ship, submerged in the collective consciousness of millions of undead. The alluring body floating among the vines is less the Evil Lotus and more a human key, now the beautiful figurehead on the Ghost Ship's prow.
Sure enough, the moment the Evil Lotus looked at me, I knew the situation was heading in the worst possible direction. Those eyes had no pupils, only deep, blood-red sockets staring at me, terrifying and malevolent, sending chills down my spine, as if I were in a blood-soaked hell.
Even so, I could still see hatred in those malevolent, blood-red eyes—both the Evil Lotus's own resentment towards me and the envy and hatred of countless dead for the living. After that gaze filled with deep-seated hatred, the Evil Lotus suddenly swerved, letting out a piercing scream.
The howl pierced the heavens, tearing at the gloomy, blood-stained clouds. A chilling wind suddenly intensified, and the dense, dark clouds swirled incessantly, collapsing towards the ground like a giant funnel, containing a corpse aura capable of extinguishing all life. I was on the deck when I suddenly felt the temperature plummet. A layer of frost instantly formed on the deck, the bone-chilling cold causing me to shiver violently, my blood churning within me. If I hadn't been protected by the shield of holy light, this single howl would have left me bleeding from all seven orifices and dead on the spot.
The boundless resentment of millions of dead souls, gathered and used through the image of the beautiful woman's head, was indeed far more powerful than when they manifested individually as various demonic beasts. Under the control of the Evil Lotus, various powerful and direct magical attacks bombarded the protective light shield around me.
Will-o'-the-wisps, blood rain, and freezing winds—a variety of elemental attacks came crashing down, all highly lethal techniques from dark magic. There was even a cursed storm that directly attacked the mind. All of them combined to create immense pressure. Initially, my protective shield was able to defend, purifying all the fel energy attacks that intruded into my holy light. However, as time went on, facing the seemingly endless torrent of evil power from the Evil Lotus, my protective holy light began to show signs of weakening. Although the process was slow, the shield gradually shrank in size.
This was precisely what I was most worried about. As long as I didn't leave the East Sea, the ghost ship's evil power would be almost inexhaustible, but my protective shield couldn't be replenished. Once my holy light was exhausted and the shield broke, I would immediately perish. If I continued to take the hits like this, the shield would collapse much sooner than I expected, and I wouldn't have enough time to reach the Evil Lotus.
(There's no other way, I have to try my best.)
I don't possess very strong magic, and if I attack rashly, I'll only waste my remaining light energy without being able to use it effectively. But now, I have no choice but to take some initiative. The lustful beasts and lustful spirits are probably not enough to hold the line. Originally, the Hellish Lustful God couldn't be summoned again for a certain period of time after it was destroyed, but now that I have such powerful energy as a backing, I might be able to summon it directly with my own power without drawing energy from the host's body.
"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I make a pact with you. Please lend me your power, obey me, and take concrete form."
As I actually summoned the Hellish Lustful God, the overwhelming energy surging wildly within me surprised me. With a change of heart, I decided to go with the flow and try to summon two Lustful Gods at once.
"Come forth, Hellish Gods of Lust, Water-Fire Demon Spiders and Phoenix Blood Bees!"
The black-red dragon-patterned demon spider and the blood-red phoenix-tailed evil bee, my two prized summoned gods of lust, appeared in the snow-white light, unstoppable, charging forward and blocking most of my attacks, allowing me to advance a considerable distance.
The Evil Lotus's storm of fierce attacks posed less of a threat to the Hellish Gods of Lust, who possessed magic resistance. She had to resort to summoning magic, once again materializing the undead creatures to directly attack the summoned beasts with physical force.
Supported by the surging holy light energy, the two gods of lust were reborn, their power greatly increased, surpassing their true strength in my hands. This caused the Black Warrior and the Lich to retreat steadily, all perishing under the gods of lust's ice and fire sprays and bee stings, scattered and destroyed one by one.
As the fierce battle raged on, Xie Lian, taking advantage of the distance between the two lewd divine beasts and me, launched a surprise attack. A ten-foot-long white skeletal dragon spirit appeared out of thin air, swooping down from behind me.
The idea of defeating the dragon spirit with Lustful Movement was unrealistic, but a higher level of Lustful Movement was suitable for this situation.
"Lustful Wave!"
Originating from the combination of my own lust and magic power, a 360-degree protective shield formed around me, offering only slight protection—not a particularly advanced technique. My original intention was merely to add a little extra protection within the Holy Light Shield to increase my resistance, but the moment I used Lustful Wave, the immense energy surging within me immediately upgraded the technique, transforming it into a thick wall of Lustful Wave. Combined with the Holy Light Shield, the dragon spirit crashed into me, letting out a space-shaking scream, disintegrating and scattering, its white bones purified into ash.
I was both surprised and delighted. Everything was just like when I obtained the Yellow Crystal. All my lewd magic was amplified, giving me the opportunity to use high-level spells beyond my own capabilities to contend with the Evil Lotus. On the surface, it was a battle of magic between me and the Evil Lotus, but in reality, it was the boundless evil power of the ghost ship split in two, clashing through my and the Evil Lotus's bodies.
Born of the same energy, yet divided into light and darkness, good and evil, engaged in a fierce, relentless struggle. This vaguely gave me a sense of understanding, but a huge sound not belonging to our side briefly distracted me.
While I was confronting the Evil Lotus with light and darkness, the battle on the high seas continued. The resistance fleet was completely outmatched, sinking one ship after another to the bottom of the sea. Under the curse of the blood-red moonlight, the newly dead soldiers immediately turned into living corpses, taking up their swords again to slash at the flesh and blood of their former comrades.
Beyond the other side of the battlefield, the place where the giant dragon had appeared earlier had become a dark, indistinct area, as if shrouded in a thick black fog, or as if under immense pressure, forcing out all the seawater within, forming a strange, self-contained space.
The giant dragon may have vanished, disintegrating to reveal its inner sea god palace, stubbornly resisting the ghost ship's call to merge with its remaining strength. Li Huamei and the Black Dragon King may also be within that black fog, continuing their unfinished battle, because even from a distance and obscured by the fog, I could still faintly see Li Huamei's golden sword energy flashing within it.
A battle between the strongest, a head-on clash of eighth-level power, the destruction caused was truly earth-shattering, beyond anything to conceal. I noticed these changes, but there was nothing I could do. I could only silently pray that Li Huamei would win, or at least not be defeated by Kurosawa Kazuo. Otherwise, if Kurosawa Kazuo were given freedom of movement, our side would inevitably suffer a complete rout.
On my side, after Xie Lian's initial attack completely failed, she roared again, summoning the heavens and earth's dark lightning. Several black bolts of lightning crashed down, piercing the holy light shield, but were blocked by the wall of erotic energy and quickly dissipated, making me secretly glad I had this move.
The lightning and thunder were merely the horn for another wave of battle. After those bolts of lightning struck the deck, several flickering figures gradually appeared, causing me to involuntarily gasp. I hadn't expected Xie Lian to be able to do this.
The beast magic prevalent in the Southern Barbarians originated from the summoning of light and dark magic. Although they had achieved a higher level of skill in summoning magical beasts than those two, they could not learn the highest secret of summoning magic: the summoning of gods. The most powerful killing move in the art of lust, the Hellish God of Lust, though called a god of lust, is still merely a magical beast fused with the soul of a living being. However, when light and dark magic are mastered to their extremes, they can directly invoke the power of the gods to descend to earth, either possessing them or manifesting ethereal forms. Although still subject to considerable limitations and unable to fully utilize the power of the gods, it is potentially a thousand times more powerful than ordinary magic that invokes divine power.
(Directly summoning a dark god to descend—this is too much! I… how can I possibly handle
this?) Judging by normal magical common sense, magic capable of summoning gods is a destructive forbidden move that only an eighth-level archmage can unleash, belonging to the strongest level of combat. Although I practice lustful magic, I don't have Famit's ability to suddenly leap into the strongest level of combat. How can I possibly withstand this?
But the situation didn't allow me to consider it. Just as I hesitated briefly, four ethereal phantoms around me gradually became clearer.
The dark figure to the left front had skin and muscles that seemed to grow in reverse, exposing veins and bones. Pinkish brain matter on its head resembled a large hat, and the skin on its face was cut open and pulled to the left and right, making it look like a living skeleton.
The woman to the right front was relatively human-like, with a pair of black membranous wings on her back that covered most of her body. Instead of hair, she had some kind of dark red tentacles that writhed and twisted.
The two phantoms that appeared behind them were strange in shape. One was a hybrid of a dragon and a tusked elephant, but its body was rotting to the bone and emitted a foul stench. The other was completely hidden in a tattered cloak, with blue fangs and triangular silver eyes vaguely visible. Judging from the oppressive aura it exuded, it was probably a spirit higher than a lich, a sorcerer's sorcerer's "guardian deity."
These extinct forbidden techniques, only known in legendary wars and passed down orally among magicians, have reappeared with the support of the ghost ship's boundless evil power. This once again shocked me with the ghost ship's power, and reminded me of the chaotic Warring States period five hundred years ago, when sorcerers frequently used these destructive forbidden techniques. I wonder what terrifying level of power they possessed
(I don't have time to think about these things now, what should I do?).
Summoning dark gods is one of the most powerful known killing techniques of black magic. Compared to dark magic, the gods of light are not as destructive, so summoning them is not a good solution. Therefore, in the battle between light and darkness, when wizards summon dark gods, monks usually retaliate with large-scale destructive magic like "Apocalyptic Retribution," or simply close their eyes and await death.
I know this, but even with enough energy, I could never use a move like "Apocalyptic Retribution." After all, I am not a monk who truly practices light magic; rashly using such a dangerous spell would result in being incinerated by the purifying flames the moment it was activated.
So... what should I do?
Being dumbfounded is not a good attitude for dealing with a situation, much less a good way to die. But no matter how hard I racked my brains, my mind, which had been under immense pressure, was completely blank. It was as if the Black Dragon King was standing in front of me, his huge hand already gripping my throat. Under such direct and deadly pressure, what methods could I think of, what tricks could I use to cope
? Simultaneously, four enormous phantoms, each over ten feet tall, emitted a high-frequency sound wave that entered my ears. It felt like thousands of fine needles repeatedly piercing my brain, causing me so much pain that I almost rolled to the ground. And this was just the prelude. At the same time as this brain-piercing sound wave was emitted, the holy light shield that had been protecting me until now was rapidly compressed. From its original protective range of over seven feet, it was forced to a mere foot in front of me in the blink of an eye.
Beyond the holy light shield, the scene was no longer clear, but an endless abyss of darkness, relentlessly surging and devouring me. I understood the intention of those dark deities: to exert pressure from all four sides, crushing and bombarding me in the center, annihilating me along with the remaining energy I had absorbed.
The pressure of death was upon me; a cold sweat broke out on my back. Just as I was wondering what to do, a sudden, intense dizziness struck my brain. My vital energy seemed to have burst open, leaking out incessantly.
(W-how could this be? What is sucking my essence? Is this an enemy attack?)
The source of this absorption was extremely greedy for my blood and vital energy, almost relentlessly sucking it away. I initially mistook it for an enemy attack, but I quickly realized something was wrong, because the darkness surrounding me suddenly retreated several feet.
The darkness receded, but the fading light had no reach. What appeared between this struggle between light and darkness?
In that instant, a thought flashed through my mind: the Warring States period five hundred years ago was a glorious era when magic and martial arts reached their zenith. Summoning dark gods and unleashing doomsday curses—these legendary and powerful forbidden spells had been used by masters. But in the end, the only god-like figure universally recognized as invincible was still "the most lecherous magician in history," Famit Xiu Kamu. And the ultimate technique that accompanied him through countless battles, defeating countless heroes and archmages, was the six dark summoned beasts that shook the world!
One in front, one behind, my two summoned lustful gods stood in the realms of light and darkness, carving out a strange space where light could not penetrate and darkness could not invade, shielding me from the cursed spiritual pressure of the dark gods. In this dangerous balance, the Water-Fire Demon Spider and the Phoenix Blood Bee suddenly changed, their original beast-like bodies rapidly writhing and mutating. In a daze, the outlines of those half-human, half-beast creatures were vaguely familiar...
(Half-human, half-beast mutation, this is... the abnormal change of the Water-Fire Demon Spider that I activated when I returned to the past!)
The mutation that had occurred once before, powered by the energy of the yellow crystal, has now reappeared, and this time it has induced the mutation of two summoned beasts; when those two fair, bare backs appeared before me, the graceful curves of their limbs aroused a strong desire in me, wanting to know what kind of seductive beauty the mutated beauties of the summoned beasts would possess.
However, the increasingly intense dizziness in my mind alerted me to another big problem. The last time the summoned beasts mutated, it was because the topaz contained Famit's spell and residual magic power. But this time, both summoned beasts mutated together, requiring far more energy than before. However, the energy source supporting their activities... seems to be myself.
(This is bad! These two summoned beasts don't listen to me at all. If they keep sucking my energy like this, I can't hold on. I'll be dried up before the enemy even has a chance to kill me...)
My savior has turned into a death god, making me die even faster. I was terrified. My mind, which had been completely blank, finally managed to squeeze out a few ideas. I could no longer care about the risks. I concentrated the remaining light energy in my body and compressed it to the limit as much as I could, making the energy rush out wildly. In an instant, it rushed past the critical point.
As I performed this action, the illusory images of dark gods surrounding me moved in unison. Amidst the ear-piercing, high-frequency shrieks, the swirling, funnel-shaped clouds in the sky were once again pulled down, revealing the hideous figures of countless undead in the darkness. Accompanied by ferocious will-o'-the-wisps, a torrential rain of blood, and invisible curses from evil spirits, it was as if a thousand horses were galloping down from all directions, pressing down upon me. The wind howled, and the evil clouds blotted out the sky, as if the entire world was roaring at me, determined to annihilate me.
At the same time, the two summoned beasts in front of and behind me also moved. Through the senses of their controllers, I knew they weren't intentionally protecting me, but rather their fighting spirit had been stirred by this long-awaited grand spectacle of slaughter, and they wanted to once again unleash their power, reminding the world of their dominance over the world five hundred years ago.
The two alluring figures in front and behind them both had the same full breasts and slender waists, with arms as delicate as lotus roots, dancing gracefully. However, in terms of their lower bodies, the human form of the Dragon Spider God only extended to the lower abdomen, with the lower part of the abdomen transforming into a spider body. On the other hand, the curves of the Female Bee God's body extended downwards from her slender waist, merging with her tail sac to form a large, white buttock full of curves and luster, shining with the color of pearls and exuding the fragrance of lilies, with a section of ivory-like spike protruding from the end of her spine.
As the fierce enemy attack came crashing down, the two dark summoned beasts simultaneously raised their hands, gleaming with golden light, swaying gracefully as if in a dance. Their alluring and seductive movements resembled a dozen pairs of colorful butterflies chasing the morning dew; especially their waists, swaying lewdly in rhythm with their arms, their lewd buttocks protruding, their smooth backs and full hips forming an indescribably perfect curve, like the most wicked and seductive demonic dance in legends, dazzling the eyes and making one willing to die for it, for eternal glory.
For a moment, even I was captivated, until a powerful force swept out in all directions, clashing head-on with the attack of the evil spirits, causing even the dark gods to roar in anger. Only then did I awaken in a cold sweat, realizing that these movements were not meant to confuse the enemy, but rather to form hand seals, using equally powerful magic to counterattack.
(How could this be just a summoned beast? Not only does it possess independent consciousness, but it can also wield powerful spells. This… this has transcended the realm of summoned beasts and entered the domain of contracted deities. Heavens! Famit, what on
earth has this thing you created?!) Five hundred years ago, the invincible dark summoned beasts defeated heroes and vanquished evil, displaying unparalleled power. Now, I can finally witness that invincible splendor. Unfortunately, the intense pain throughout my body makes it impossible for me to continue. Gritting my teeth, as the dark god and the hellish god of lust are about to launch a stronger second wave of direct attack, I unleash all the remaining energy I had previously compressed to its limit.
Although the dark summoned beasts are completely unresponsive to my commands, due to the invisible connection between host and parasite, they are still affected by me to a minimum. At least, those mutated from my soul are completely defenseless against attacks from my side. Normally, if I were to attack them, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot; even without defense, I wouldn't be able to cause any damage. But this time was an exception. The divine light energy, enhanced through compression, exploded with destructive power comparable to my full-power state when I first stepped onto the ghost ship. Under this heavy blow, the two hellish lewd gods who received my "self-destruct" command were semi-forced to carry out my order.
The combined power of the fully-powered dark summoned beasts, plus the remaining divine light energy with its increased destructive power, was no less than the power of a Yamato Wave Cannon. What Mudou Ran most wanted to do but couldn't do was achieved in my hands. The result that erupted in that instant could only be described as the earth-shattering, ghostly wails, and carnage.
The four dark gods, tens of thousands of ferocious beasts, and countless wandering phantoms of wronged and vengeful souls were all swallowed up in a flash by a brilliant white light. The enormous shockwave that shook the heavens and earth was reminiscent of the explosion and destruction of celestial bodies. All the hideous enemies were annihilated in this explosion, and even the originally dense black demonic energy gradually faded under the intense white light, eventually disappearing completely.
I cannot describe the pain I endured at the eye of the storm. It was as if every inch of my flesh was being scalded by boiling water and then sliced by a sharp knife, from head to toe, back and forth rapidly. The pain was so intense that my vision blurred, yet my consciousness remained perfectly clear.
I wasn't even sure if I'd survived this gamble, because there was a high chance I'd perish along with the Evil Lotus in the explosion, our souls scattered, leaving not even ashes behind—given the scale of the explosion, such a thing was highly probable.
Nevertheless, I went ahead without hesitation. It wasn't because I was exceptionally brave… really, it had nothing to do with courage. I was simply choosing the option with a higher chance of survival between "ten chances of death" and "nine chances of survival," and it had absolutely nothing to do with personal courage.
But this all-or-nothing gamble, unrelated to courage, succeeded. I guess I was a bit lucky. The two Dark Summoned Beasts that were destroyed fulfilled their minimum duty, using all their power to form a barrier for me while self-destructing. Combined with the minimal impact at the epicenter of the explosion, I miraculously survived.
When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes, the scene before me was neither eerie nor demonic; it was simply a wrecked, skeletal ship, battered and broken, as if struck by a meteor shower. Everywhere were holes and scattered fragments of bone.
The chilling, sinister aura that had permeated the entire ship was completely gone. The vine that had coiled and reached towards the sky had vanished, leaving only a small hill of ash-covered tendrils. A faint, sour, putrid stench hung in the air, and a chilling wind still gently brushed the hillside.
The silence was stark contrast to the fierce battle that had just taken place, almost making one believe that I had single-handedly vanquished the ghost ship, a scourge that had haunted the people of the East Sea for five hundred years!
Unfortunately, I possessed some knowledge of magic and knew that things weren't so simple. If it were that easy, Famit would have already completely destroyed the ghost ship back then, without having to expend so much effort to seal it away. Undeniably, the massive explosion severely damaged millions of undead, but it couldn't annihilate them. Currently, there's merely a lull in their evil power. Once the scattered undead reassemble and reach a point where they can unleash their evil power again, the ghost ship will immediately resurrect. The most obvious evidence is… this skeletal ship, though devoid of yin energy, is still floating in mid-air.
I looked around, searching for the Evil Lotus's trace, and finally, amidst a large pile of vine ash, I saw a familiar female silhouette.
When I reached that pile of vine ash, a dozen or so dark green tentacles weakly swayed, seemingly trying to protect the Evil Lotus's figurehead on the ghost ship. However, these powerless tentacles were easily severed by my sword, and I moved straight to the Evil Lotus.
It hasn't been long since I boarded the ghost ship, but it feels like I've endured countless hardships, spending countless lifetimes to finally arrive here.
Gazing at the disheveled, haggard beauty, I reached into my robes, hoping this last of my magical artifacts could rescue this blood-red beauty succumbing to darkness.
◆ Chapter Three: A dozen
tentacles writhed erratically, their movements slow and unsteady, giving the impression of near collapse. Clearly, with the ghost ship's evil power exhausted, these tentacles had lost their energy, resembling creatures on the verge of death. From another perspective, when the ghost ship's evil power is restored, these tentacles will be the first to regain their strength, making them an excellent detector.
A commotion arose from the distant battlefield. When I turned my gaze, I saw the fighting had resumed. The rebel fleet, which had been decimated by the disappearance of the ghost ship's evil power, was now having a chance to regroup. But suddenly, a horn sounded, and the Black Dragon Society fleet, which had been hidden a hundred miles away, pounced on the waves like hungry tigers. Before the ships even arrived, cannonballs and arrows rained down.
The rebel fleet had already suffered heavy casualties from the massive undead legion, like a withered melon on a vine, beyond repair. In contrast, the Black Dragon Society soldiers, clad in black armor and helmets, had not only been conserving their energy but might even have taken stimulants, making them as fierce as tigers unleashed. In close combat with the rebel fleet, they broke through the enemy's formation with astonishing force, using grappling hooks to scale the enemy ships one by one. The rebels were routed, screaming and howling, wishing they had escaped sooner.
I witnessed all of this, but there was nothing I could do. One person's strength is limited; I am not a top-tier mage, incapable of saving the day with my own power. However, there was still something I should do: separate the evil woman's head from the ghost ship. Otherwise, when the ghost ship reconnected with the evil power, the army of millions of undead would reappear, and the resistance fleet would be utterly wiped out.
I turned my head, looking straight ahead. After wading through more than a dozen tentacles that offered no resistance, I arrived before the evil lotus.
The evil lotus, now fused with the ghost ship, was no different from before. Her limbs had merged into the vines, leaving only her torso exposed, her long hair hanging low. From the side, only her snow-white shoulders and rounded waist were visible; her white body clung quietly to the vines, her full breasts remaining perfectly still.
(Strange... her belly)
When I first met Xie Lian in the East Sea, I was puzzled. Xie Lian, who should have been pregnant with my child, didn't have a protruding belly at all. Later, Wu Tenglan told me that in order to perform the "Three Spirits in One" vampire evil magic, Xie Lian had already refined the fetus in her body, causing it to lose its life and become a fossil-like thing. Naturally, her belly wouldn't protrude. But the Xie Lian in front of me now...
her arms were connected to the vines behind her back, as if they had been cut off at the shoulders, making her towering breasts even fuller. The heavy breasts were round and large, plump and tender as if they were about to melt. Her legs, which were assimilated with the vines, only had a small part above the knees exposed. Her round belly was bulging high, and it seemed that she was about to give birth. The huge belly became the most eye-catching part of her snow-white body.
If you disregard her pregnant belly, Xie Lian really does resemble Wu Tenglan. But when Xie Lian casually raised her head, I was overjoyed, because her previously crimson eyes had pupils reappeared, signifying that Xie Lian's soul had returned, albeit... a brainwashed one.
"Beast! You dare show your face before me... I..."
Upon seeing me, Xie Lian reacted violently, struggling against her immobile body and screaming shrilly; her gaze was filled with hatred and resentment, as if she wanted to pounce on me and bite off a piece of my flesh.
"Trying to kill me? That's interesting. When we first met, you always wanted my life, and now it seems like we've gone back to that time..."
I said softly, pacing to Xie Lian's side, ignoring her curses, my gaze fixed on her snow-white belly, then moving upwards to her full chest.
Her F-cup breasts, like two towering white hills, with purplish-red nipples the size of coins, stood erect like a pair of large red dates, constantly awakening the warm feeling of burying my face in those breasts from my memory.
As I approached, Xie Lian tried her best to attack me, but having lost her limbs and all her magic, she was now powerless to resist. Once she realized this, she switched to avoiding my gaze and touch, making the only thing she could do: "non-cooperation."
This was not the time to waste words; no matter what I said, Xie Lian's brainwashing would not be broken, so I simply went along with her perception and became the mortal enemy in her eyes.
"I'm getting goosebumps, haha, why such a big reaction? What have I done? At most, I messed with you and got rid of your baby. Such a small thing... Hey, you hate me so much, you even tried to seduce me on the beach last time... Remember how happy you looked last time? Was it all acting? Or... did I really send you to heaven last time?"
"Pah! Demon, I will never do that to you..."
Before she could finish, I placed one hand on Xie Lian's left breast, deliberately using a special technique to carve a cross on her soft breast with my fingernail; I'm not a monk, I don't have the cultivation of light magic, and Xie Lian has already undergone a transformation, so this childish cross mark has no effect on her, but she has lost all her magic power and is at her weakest, and the nipple is a sensitive part of her body, so the cross mark felt like a red-hot branding iron.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Xie Lian's shrill scream rang out like a dagger ripping my eardrums. Luckily, I was prepared. I dodged her bites while covering her mouth with one hand, and with the other, I kneaded her full, snowy breasts, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making the soft, warm flesh change shape in my palm.
"Feels good, doesn't it? This is just the beginning. Don't think that humans can't handle vampires."
The mature woman's large breasts felt wonderful to the touch. As I kneaded them, I drew crosses on Xie Lian's beautiful flesh. These varying degrees of burning pain, after I activated my aphrodisiac lust barrier, all became sources of arousal for my physical desires.
During her time as a female bandit, Xie Lian led a life of debauchery and debauchery, especially enjoying sadomasochistic and immoral intercourse. Pain and pleasure, two different yet similar stimuli, were already deeply ingrained in her flesh. The more painful it was, the more it aroused her, causing the beautiful mature woman's screams of pain to quickly subside, her whole body to tremble, and her face to flush red.
"Hehe, I told you I know your body very well. Making you feel good is a piece of cake for me." I chuckled evilly. "Give up the thought of resisting and have one more time with me. I can make you happy, and I can send you to hell, for example..."
I ran my fingernail across Xie Lian's swollen, snow-white belly, drawing a thin line. The skin I touched was soft and smooth as cream. Her abdomen trembled as I traced it, not only because of my force but also because of the fear that emanated from this woman's heart.
"After one horizontal line, if it's a vertical line, the child in your belly..."
"No! No!"
Xie Lian screamed, her eyes revealing panic and fear for the first time; the terror of fearing I would harm her belly overwhelmed her hatred. In that brief moment, I did see her pleading, and hidden beneath the Black Widow's seductive exterior...maternal instinct.
Knowing full well that what was growing inside Xie Lian couldn't be a normal fetus, I ruthlessly exploited this blind spot in her mind, coldly saying, "Try resisting again. I can just test how much the cross affects a vampire's child."
Enveloped in the pink mist of lust, Xie Lian's snow-white breasts bounced up and down with her rapid breathing. I steadied my hand, caressing one of her breasts, gently pressing down with my palm, causing the rosy nipple to bulge upwards, high and tempting.
"You...you dog beast...I..."
Amidst Xie Lian's indistinct moans, I took advantage of her inability to resist, took her other nipple into my mouth, and gently kissed it until it swelled and hardened. Then I licked it with the tip of my tongue and gently bit it with my teeth, while my hands held her beautiful breast and rubbed it from side to side until her snow-white breast, like a steamed bun, was swollen and red from my kneading.
Unable to resist, Xie Lian was completely open-minded, her body and mind ignited by the lustful barrier and aphrodisiac techniques. Even the seductive and wanton vampire queen, when her body and mind were consumed by intense lust, was nothing more than a fleshy doll submitting to primal desires. Xie Lian's breathing became rapid, her plump, tender white breasts and belly heaving violently, her lewd panting sounds ringing in my ears. Her cheeks were flushed, and her half-closed, alluring eyes blazed with lust, and streams of nectar gushed from the small space between her legs.
"You're wet, huh? Your moans are still so beautiful. Compared to you, those screaming guys sound awful..."
The deafening sounds of battle still echoed from the distant sea. The resistance was probably on the verge of annihilation. I had no intention of paying them any attention, nor did I intend to arouse them with their screams. The reason I was playing with a woman's breasts like a pervert at this crucial moment was solely to weaken Xie Lian's will to resist.
Because of the harm I might cause to her unborn child, Xie Lian didn't resist. However, her rebellious spirit was a thorn in my side that I had to deal with. So, from the moment we met, I relentlessly teased her, determined to ignite her passion and minimize her resistance.
"Hmm..."
Recalling Xie Lian's smooth, firm calves and her fair thighs, those were indeed unforgettable beautiful limbs. Now, most of her limbs had been assimilated by the vines behind her, leaving only a fragmented torso. The eerie scene was strangely alluring and sexy, especially her fair, round belly and plump, bloated figure, which evoked a tyrannical, domineering mentality. I had to take a deep breath to suppress the burning sensation in my chest.
Xie Lian's body was voluptuous. Compared to the girlish charm of A Xue and the Neon Sisters, her mature sensuality was unmatched. I ran my hand along the bloated curve of her waist, finding her plump, round buttocks, parting her thighs, and gazing at the alluring area between her legs.
The mature woman's vulva, its plump mounds covered with soft, purplish-red pubic hair, her skin smooth and white, her deep red labia parted as her thighs spread, revealing two small, brownish labia, like a plump, tender, alluring flower; the frequent flow of vaginal fluid overflowed from her vulva, covering her entire plump, white buttocks, wetting the thick, purplish-red pubic hair, and flowing down her thighs.
I knelt down, feeling a strange chill when my knees touched the bony plate, but my mouth naturally took the swollen female clitoris into my mouth. With each lick, Xie Lian's whole body trembled, and she groaned, "Ah...ah..."
licking the clitoris until it was burning hot, I moved down to the entrance of the beautiful young woman's vagina, my tongue slowly rotating inside, rubbing against the tender flesh, and constantly swirling and turning inside.
"Oh...ahhh..."
Unable to resist the teasing, Xie Lian acted as if it were her first time being served like this by a man. Her juices flowed freely, forgetting her shyness, she desperately thrusting her large, white buttocks forward, bringing her thick, fleshy slits close to my mouth, wanting my tongue to penetrate deeper into her vagina, completely forgetting that I was her mortal enemy.
I half-raised my head and saw Xie Lian looking at me with eyes full of lust, as if expectantly anticipating something, desperately thrusting her large, white buttocks forward, uncontrollably swaying her lower body, yearning for my further penetration.
All this effort had been for this moment, but I still had a doubt: was Xie Lian's gaze genuine, or a trap to lure me in? If I couldn't minimize her resistance, the plan would be highly risky. Thinking of this, I reached into my robes and touched the purple hexagonal crystal inside.
"We can't wait any longer... We have to gamble. Success depends entirely on this. Muto Ran, don't give me a piece of junk!"
In the Sea God's Palace, Muto Ran and I discussed tactics to defeat the enemy. When talking about the final step, she mentioned that the ghost ship couldn't be destroyed, but it could be put to sleep again. Once the key that would become the Evil Woman's head was separated from the ship, the ghost ship could be sent back to a different dimension through the magic circle controlled by Muto Ran. The biggest technical difficulty in doing this was gaining control of the Evil Woman's head.
Once control was gained, it would be like holding a snake by its vital point, allowing the command to disintegrate it. But taming the brainwashed Evil Lotus in a short time and making her give the command to disintegrate it was no easy task. However, Muto Ran lightly brushed off this problem.
"Young master, there's no need to belittle yourself. No matter what kind of evil magic or power it may be, when it comes to controlling the primordial spirit and soul, there is no one in this world more skilled than the Hellish God of Lust. Even you, as long as you use the second method, then..."
The Hellish God of Lust requires the woman's willing cooperation to succeed in casting its spells. Even after success, it can only control the woman's body, not her mind; otherwise, I would have already dealt with Yu Hong. However, the Hellish God of Lust's control over the host's soul is unparalleled. No matter what kind of brainwashing magic it is, it will be neutralized when it clashes head-on with the Hellish God of Lust, thus becoming a peerless divine skill for breaking brainwashing.
In the past, for the Lust God rituals on Zhi Zhi and Yu Hong, I used life crystals containing enormous energy, such as the Dragon Soul and Phoenix Blood Soul. However, if it weren't for enhancing their power and modifying their bodies, the proper Hellish God of Lust rituals wouldn't actually need such props.
The second method of use that Wu Tenglan mentioned, which is the method I used twice before, involves using the immense energy within the Life Crystal to modify a woman's body and enhance her strength. If successful, it should be able to reclaim the consciousness of the Evil Lotus, which has become the head of the Evil Woman, and place it under my control, thus dismantling the Ghost Ship.
"Don't make it sound so obvious. Using the Life Crystal to cast spells? Where am I supposed to get such a thing? Now you want me to slay dragons and phoenixes? Even if I had the ability, I wouldn't be able to find a target!"
In response to my protest, Wu Tenglan gave me some tools, most of which were for infiltrating the Sealed Spirit Island and for self-preservation, but there were also treasures for carrying out the final mission. On a golden belt, adorned with iridescent gems, one of which is the purple hexagonal crystal I'm holding in my hand right now.
Neither stone nor glue, this purple, hard object, like the Dragon's Soul and the Phoenix Blood Soul, is the life essence of some precious mythical beast. It was extracted from the brain of a beast whose head was severed in its final moments before death, making it extremely valuable. It is one of the legacies left by Famit in the Sea God's Palace. Wu Tenglan didn't specify what kind of rare beast's soul essence it was; it might also be from some kind of dragon. That night, time flew by, and I didn't have a chance to ask her in detail.
(The other gems on this belt don't look like ordinary stones either. Could they all be... Hmm, there probably wasn't any conservation awareness five hundred years ago. Famit and his crew must have killed countless rare beasts. No wonder there are fewer and fewer dragons in the world today, and fewer and fewer famous monsters...)
An unrelated question popped into my head, and I was suddenly awakened by a chilling feeling. I looked around, and although the scenery hadn't changed, I couldn't help but shiver. I realized that the temperature around me was dropping rapidly. I glanced to the side and saw that the tentacles that had been limp and collapsed before now seemed to have regained some life, indicating that the evil power of the ghost ship was rapidly recovering.
(Oh no, I can't waste any more time!)
The Hellish God of Lust's spell requires the cooperation of a woman. If the woman resists too much, even the caster will die during the process. This is something I've always been worried about. But realizing the current situation is dire, I can't hesitate any longer. I drew a few circles around the outside of the Evil Lotus's flower valley with the purple crystal in my hand, and after it was coated with enough lubricating nectar, I pushed it into the wet flower path.
"Ahhhhhh!"
As if sensing the powerful energy contained in the purple crystal, the Evil Lotus threw her head back and howled, as if a ball of fire had been stuffed between her legs.
(The opportunity has come!)
I loosened my belt, moved my position slightly, guided my penis, pressed it against the Evil Lotus's muddy petals, and with a little force, forced my way into the narrow passage through the crimson flesh. Being tightly enveloped by the tight, wet flesh walls, an intoxicating pleasure immediately spread throughout my body.
Having successfully penetrated the flesh wall, I was just about to begin my conquest when a strange chill surged from the depths of my spine, rushing straight to my head. I was jolted awake by the impending deadly danger. This danger didn't come from the evil lotus beneath me; it must have come from…behind me!
Realizing someone was attacking me, I instinctively tried to dodge, but the enemy's movements were too fast. I heard a rapid whooshing sound, and it felt like I'd been struck in the back by some heavy metal object. The pain made my vision blur. If it weren't for a few remaining energy protecting me, my entire upper body would have been shattered.
(This is…a throwing knife.)
Seeing the bloodstained blade protruding from my side, I was momentarily stunned, unable to comprehend what kind of enemy had attacked me. Judging from the powerful force, they must have been far away and highly skilled. I wondered what kind of expert they were. Suddenly, I noticed a look of joy in the evil lotus's eyes, as if it had seen a savior, and it cried out loudly.
"Master! I..."
"You bastard!"
Unable to contain the pain and rage, I slapped Xie Lian hard across the face. The pain from the wound intensified, and cold sweat poured down my back.
The worst had happened. Although I didn't know the outcome of that deadly battle or what would become of Kato Taka, that madman, Takeshi Ima, had returned!
"Hahaha! No one can defeat me, Kato Taka is fucking dead, no one in this world can kill or defeat me! Hahahaha!"
The deafening laughter, even from a hundred feet away, still made my eardrums ache, echoing far and wide. I couldn't see Takeshi Ima's face, but from his voice, I could tell he was seriously injured. Even so, he seemed to still possess the power of a sixth-level peak, not only enough to kill me but also to dominate the entire arena. At this crucial juncture, his appearance was undoubtedly a fatal blow.
(This is really the end... Is Katotaka already dead...? Sigh...)
In an instant, I felt utterly dejected. My lower body, still bound to the evil lotus, had no intention of escaping. After all, where could I possibly run to in this situation? The Martial Demon was after me, determined to kill me. It had wings and could fly to pursue me; I had nowhere to run. The joy flickering in the evil lotus's eyes proved this even more.
But the evil lotus's gaze changed in the next moment, becoming one of astonishment and confusion. At the same time, a sharp, howling wind and the wailing of countless ghosts filled the air. The first thought that flashed through my mind was that the ghost ship's evil power had fully returned, countless wronged and vengeful spirits had begun to stir, and the East Sea had completely descended into a hellish world.
However, I quickly realized that the ghost ship's evil power couldn't possibly recover so quickly. If it had, the Evil Lotus, as the head of the Evil Woman statue, couldn't possibly be unharmed. Besides, the roar of the Martial Demon, the sound of countless arrows piercing the wind, and the eerie wind surrounding the Martial Demon all indicated that it had encountered an opponent.
(It's dark necromancy! Could it be that the Black Dragons are having internal strife, and someone wants to kill this top general? That's impossible. Could it be...?)
This sudden thought made me feel a surge of surprise and joy. I couldn't help but look back and saw specks of white light appearing in the dark sky, flying rapidly towards the Sealed Spirit Island. Countless magical arrows were being fired wildly at the Martial Demon in the air. Although they didn't cause him any real harm, they did significantly restrict his movements.
On the distant horizon, more than a dozen massive warships sailed in, their banners fluttering in the wind, drums beating loudly to announce the arrival of a large reinforcement force. On board, mages cast spells to fan the wind, each ship's sails billowing, and with the large oars churning the hulls, these massive ships moved with incredible speed, pressing directly towards the battlefield with astonishing force.
This must have been all the resistance's forces stationed elsewhere. If they had arrived even a moment earlier, encountering the endless army of darkness, the entire resistance force in the East Sea would have been annihilated. But now, facing Black Dragon Society soldiers, who were also made of flesh and blood, their arrival was enough to turn the tide.
Sensing the arrival of this fresh force, some of the Black Dragon Society's warships began to turn and attack, but the winged tribe forces in the air acted first. Clad in alluring leather armor, the winged female warriors soared through the air, each wielding a powerful magical bow, firing rapidly downwards. Taking full advantage of their aerial superiority, they relentlessly crippled the Black Dragon Society soldiers, repeatedly replicating their glorious victories of the past few months.
Li Huamei had clearly invested heavily in this "air force," as they used not only powerful magical bows but also heavy crossbows, operated by three winged female warriors working together. Each shot unleashed a massive fireball that hurtled downwards, sending Black Dragon Society soldiers flying and screaming in terror.
The air force provided cover for the navy; this fresh force, once deployed, immediately changed the tide of battle, leaving the previously invincible Black Dragon Society soldiers attacked from both sides and at a disadvantage. Besides the winged female warriors with their bare, beautiful legs, another scene caught my eye.
Donning a crimson swordsman's robe, a white wine gourd at his waist, and his familiar jet-black greatsword slung across his back, Mao Yan'an, exuding the aura of a formidable warrior, stood bare-chested on the left, wielding a blue drumstick and striking a large leather drum with great force.
"Rescue Admiral Li! Slay all the Black Dragon Society traitors!"
Each powerful drumbeat, imbued with a mystical melody, blended with the battlefield's carnage, the clash of swords, and the whistling of arrows, creating an exhilarating and stirring symphony. As the soldiers looked up at the flagship's tower, where nine banners fluttered in the wind, Mao Yan'an, abandoning his usual refined scholarly demeanor, glared fiercely, striking the drum with a resounding thud. Each powerful beat, delivered with such force, seemed like a thunderclap, igniting the soldiers' fighting spirit.
Wearing the same sexy light armor as the Feathered Clan female warriors, only with an extra white robe, Katrina led her troops into flight from the flagship, unleashing the most powerful magical crossbows, bombarding the Martial Demon with overwhelming firepower.
"In Katrina's name, command the Flaming Griffin to emerge!"
Not only did Katrina use heavy firepower, but she also employed her most skilled beast magic. A griffin-headed lion composed of flames and intense light roared and fiercely attacked the Martial Demon in mid-air.
Despite possessing the peak strength of the sixth level, an indestructible steel demon body, and being recognized as the Black Dragon Society's number one warrior, the dense attacks overwhelmed the Martial Demon. It could only temporarily evade by flying, unable to launch a direct attack. Seeing me triumphantly engaging in the Evil Lotus right before its eyes, this madman roared in fury, vowing to capture all the Feathered Clan members, rape them to death, and then grind me to ashes.
While Katrina's group attack led by the winged female warriors certainly troubled Wu Jianyimo, the real reason he was overwhelmed and forced into a disadvantageous position was the series of undead swarming around him, relentlessly attacking and corroding his body. This slowed Wu Jianyimo's movements, and after being bombarded by several magic crossbow bolts, he fell into the winged female warriors' attack formation.
To control undead and restrain a master like Wu Jianyimo, one would need at least a level six mage, and the resistance army lacked such a talent. Initially, I thought it was internal strife within the Black Dragon Society, but seeing Mao Yan'an and Katrina appear one after the other, I finally understood who had driven Wu Jianyimo into this predicament.
A giant eagle composed entirely of white bones circled and descended directly above me, seemingly a summoned spirit used as transportation. However, my focus wasn't on the skeletal eagle, but on the beautiful little fox girl leaping from its back.
"Master!"
A clear and delicate voice descended from the sky. A snow-white cloak embroidered with gold thread fluttered in the air, creating a bright white cloud that slowed the impact of the fall. Accompanied by its owner's graceful body, it slowly drifted down and landed three feet in front of me. Upon landing, the impact caused the girl's two large, round, snow-white breasts to shake violently. The plump flesh was squeezed up by the collar of her cloak, forming a deep cleavage, a sight I was very familiar with.
"Master, Master, are you... alright? I discovered a great disturbance of undead at sea in Honolulu. Uncle Mao immediately went to find Chief Katrina to come this way, but we were still a step too late. Are you alright?"
Her concerned call, her delicate voice overflowing with concern, brought tears of joy to my eyes when Ah Xue's sweet and sincere greeting reached my ears.
Silly girl, why are you so late...?
◆ Chapter Four: The Headless Horseman
Mao Yan'an and Katrina brought fresh troops, turning the tide of the battle; Ah Xue's appearance was a timely rain of hope. However, the situation did not ease; we were still in a precarious situation.
First, the ghost ship's evil power is rapidly recovering, largely thanks to Ah Xue's arrival. She used dark magic to command the undead to attack the Martial Demon, indirectly responding to the ghost ship's magic and causing its early recovery. If the previous legion of thousands of undead were to reappear, even ten times that number would be annihilated, let alone this fresh force.
Secondly, the Martial Demon is also a major problem. Although the Feather Clan female warriors' heavy artillery fire held him back, they ultimately couldn't break through his steel demonic body, causing little real damage. Seeing that he couldn't break through the defenses and get close to the ghost ship, he flapped his wings and flew back to the Black Dragon Society's ship, killing indiscriminately and creating a rain of blood, seemingly trying to heal himself by absorbing the essence of his subordinates' flesh and blood through a dark technique. If he were to regain his seventh-level power, no one would be his match. Ah Xue and I would be killed before the ghost ship's evil power even recovered.
"Master, let's leave here first! The Feather Clan sisters can't hold them off for long..."
Ah Xue seemed to understand this as well, so as soon as she landed, she first looked shyly at the evil lotus beneath me, then wanted me to leave with her and evacuate this place first. But I had other ideas. The whole thing had taken so much effort and hard work, and rather than making that hopeless and futile escape at the end, I would rather take a gamble here.
"Ah Xue, come over here and take off your top, quick!"
"Ah, at a time like this, here?"
Ah Xue seemed very surprised, not expecting me to make such a request at this time. To openly commit adultery on the battlefield of thousands of troops, she, who had just defined herself as a magician, seemed to find it hard to accept such a humiliating order. Her face turned red and white, and she hesitated without moving.
"It's only been a few days since we last met, and you're already ignoring my words? Hurry up!"
The gentle and considerate little fox girl, urged on by me, put away her magic wand, reached behind her back, and unfastened her cloak and vest. As the corset fell to the ground, a pair of snow-white, enormous breasts that had once made Xie Lian envious immediately sprang forth.
The large, voluptuous breasts were white and delicate, like two large white porcelain bowls placed upside down, with two large nipples at the top, as red as two fresh cherries just picked from a tree, a unique pink color unique to young girls; most remarkably, these enormous breasts did not sag at all, remaining firm and upright, which made Xie Lian beneath me envious once again.
"Mmm~~~"
Xie Lian cried out in a high-pitched voice, not because of Ah Xue's enormous breasts, but because I had launched a renewed offensive. Taking advantage of Xie Lian's stunned and unprepared state, I struck her heart, reigniting her burning desire.
"Fuck...I'll fuck you to death, you slut...I'll fuck you to death...Ahhh...Ahhh..."
With my thrusts, Xie Lian's snow-white, round belly swayed from side to side, accompanied by the vampire beauty's seductive panting, creating an extremely alluring and lewd scene; I had no time to appreciate it, my hands grabbed Xie Lian's big white buttocks from below, and I thrust wildly with all my might.
Xie Lian's skin flushed red, and her juices flowed continuously. As my penis quickly entered and exited her flower chamber, the sounds of "splash, splash!" rose and fell, and strands of her juices were splashed everywhere by my penis. Her beautiful buttocks swayed lasciviously, and the layers of flesh contracted and writhed violently.
Having lived a life of unbridled debauchery, Xie Lian's lust was already intense. However, during her time in the Black Dragon Society, the Martial Demon was impotent, and no one else dared to touch this important living sacrifice. Having been deprived of male satisfaction for so long, her body and mind must have been stretched to their limit. Meeting me, who knew every part of her body so well, she refused to believe she couldn't ignite her burning desire. Besides… I had an accomplice.
"Ah Xue, come to her right side, quick! Whether we can save Donghai depends on whether you can get her aroused!"
"Ah!"
Finally understanding the gravity of the situation, Ah Xue began her assault on Xie Lian. Enduring her embarrassment, she slipped one hand between Xie Lian's legs, caressing the point where we were joined, smeared with sticky, wet nectar. With her middle finger, she parted the tender anal flesh and effortlessly entered the hot, tight chrysanthemum.
"Ah...ah..."
Xie Lian's cry was high-pitched and sharp, a mixture of obvious pain and a hint of stimulation and pleasure. A look of surprise flashed in her eyes; she clearly hadn't expected this shy and timid girl to be so bold.
But Xie Lian didn't know that Xue, whose jade gate was sealed by the chastity-preserving spell, had been constantly trained by me to have her anus filled with perverse pleasure, becoming a woman addicted to anal pleasure. When it came to playing with a woman's body, the part she was most familiar with was definitely not her jade gate, but her anus.
And this unexpected attack from both ends was very effective. Xie Lian's mature body seemed to be set ablaze, her head thrown back in ecstasy, twisting her waist again and again, her round buttocks rising and falling to meet the attack from both orifices.
Ah Xue rested her face against Xie Lian's chest, feeling the softness and elasticity of her breasts with her cheek, and rubbing her plump, white breasts against Xie Lian's body; her long, slender fingers played with Xie Lian's chrysanthemum buds while occasionally stimulating Xie Lian's clitoris for me.
Vampires are indeed a depraved and evil race; the more intense and brutal the methods, the more excited Xie Lian becomes, as if she were a divine gift born for masochism. The intimate contact with Ah Xue seemed to excite Xie Lian, and as she gradually got used to the burning pain brought by the cross-shaped branding, my branding actions brought her even more intense pleasure. With each cross-shaped branding, Xie Lian cried out in pleasure amidst the pain, her mature and beautiful flesh trembling violently.
Ah Xue wasn't used to such unusual intimacy; her ears remained red, and she wasn't quite in the mood. However, at my insistence, she lowered herself, pressing her plump, white breasts against Xie Lian's chest, letting the four smooth, snow-white mounds rub against each other, creating a stunningly alluring scene.
"Master, this young lady's belly..." Throughout the entire process, Ah Xue's face was flushed, but her gaze remained fixed on Xie Lian's bulging, snow-white belly, a mixture of curiosity and shyness.
"It's quite big, isn't it, little Ah Xue? Don't you want one too? One day I'll find a way to open your front and put a child in your belly to play with."
"No! No... I don't want that... It's too heavy." Ah Xue hurriedly pushed her away, as if she had been greatly frightened, but there was also a happy, joyful smile between her brows, making it impossible to discern her true thoughts.
"Is it heavy? But I see you've practiced quite well. You walk around with those two big things on your back every day, and you don't complain about the weight!"
My teasing made Ah Xue blush, as if she wanted to say something, but Xie Lian, beneath her, leaned in and kissed her full red lips, his tongue invading her mouth, leaving Ah Xue stammering and unable to make a sound.
Before her was Ah Xue's angelic beauty, which made Xie Lian forget his hatred and enjoy the physical pleasure even more. I placed my hands on either side of Xie Lian's abdomen, slowly stroking upwards at the same speed, but with added force, more like squeezing inwards, until I supported her soft breasts from below. Then my palms covered both of her and Ah Xue's perky breasts, gently kneading them back and forth.
"Ah...ah..."
Xie Lian hummed softly, her slender waist pressing down desperately. Her two rows of snow-white teeth were pressed together, and she hissed as she inhaled through the gaps. She slowly drew circles with her buttocks, making my penis penetrate deeper into her vaginal flesh...
I thrust wildly, my hands cupping her two round, erect breasts and kneading them wantonly. I heard a series of soft moans in my ears, not knowing whose breasts I was touching. The tight, sticky flesh made my penis feel incredibly crowded. Under the combined play of me and Xue, Xie Lian's alluring face revealed an indescribable satisfaction. She swayed her round, perky buttocks rapidly, letting her snow-white, tender belly hit my hips, making "slap! slap!" sounds.
"Ugh...no...don't put your tongue in...uh..."
Even when Zhizhi teased her before, Xue had never been so helpless, whimpering and trying several times to break free from Xie Lian's tongue entanglement. It wasn't until I ruthlessly struck her shapely buttocks a few times, making even her snow-white fox tail stand on end in pain, that she complied with my request, obediently lowering her body and returning Xie Lian's kiss, her four round, white breasts pressing against each other's chests.
The storm-like onslaught completely transformed Xie Lian into a mother beast in heat, screaming wildly in climax, revealing her lustful body without reservation to her deeply hated enemy. On her swollen, snow-white belly, a strange, deep purple light gradually shone brightly.
(Success! The god of lust in hell is beginning to respond!)
Perhaps I was too happy too soon, because at the same time the purple light appeared, an unusual change I had never encountered before also occurred. Above the evil lotus's belly, wisps of black smoke rose, swirling and intertwining. Driven by an evil and chilling power, they slowly began to rotate, seemingly trying to envelop and cover the purple light.
(W-what's going on? The power of the Hellish Lust God is being suppressed.)
This was the first time I had encountered resistance while wielding the Hellish Lust God. In the past, the woman always cooperated, allowing for smooth spellcasting. Even with such Hellish Lust Gods, there was a high degree of danger. This time, encountering resistance, I was immediately terrified.
Not only that, the black aura emanating from the evil lotus's belly also resonated with the ghost ship's evil power. The previously weak tentacles, as if injected with energy, suddenly became vigorous and active. Ghostly shadows began to appear on the decks near and far, announcing the imminent resurgence of the ghost ship's boundless evil power.
"Stop! Stop right now!"
A roar of shock and rage echoed from afar. The Martial Demon suddenly soared into the air, fiercely breaking through the Feathered Clan female warriors' barrage of fire. Judging from its ferocious appearance, resembling a demon god, this madman had actually recovered its seventh-level power. Its left demonic claw swept out, easily annihilating Katrina's Griffin Beast Demon, and charged towards us. The Feathered Clan female warriors, knowing the urgency of the situation, used their own flesh and blood as a last line of defense, almost sacrificing themselves to buy me time.
"Ugh... Master..." Ah Xue, who was passionately kissing Xie Lian, also sensed something was wrong and warned me.
Seeing the imminent danger, I knew I was in a bind, so I decided to go all out, disregarding my own life and safety, and began chanting the incantation of the Hellish God of Lust.
"O ancient gods at the bottom of the abyss! Answer my call, obey the blood oath, offer your pure souls as a sacrifice, and grant this mortal body a new life of evil, Rubie Sadat Abra Agubula."
As with every spell cast by the Hellish God of Lust, after I finished chanting this incantation, the amethyst light that had been shining on the evil lotus's lower abdomen suddenly shot upwards, churning and surging as if it were alive.
Based on past experience, the rising purple light would quickly form an image, transforming into a new soul beast form. But this time, after the purple light surged upwards, the wisps of black smoke seemed to erupt instantly, transforming into a raging black storm that swept upwards, engulfing and covering the purple light. For a moment, the purple light and the black smoke clashed and fought fiercely.
Logically speaking, the principle behind the use of the Hellish God of Lust is to borrow power from a dark deity of the highest rank, and no magic can suppress it. However, the evil power of the millions of undead on the ghost ship is a forbidden force capable of reversing the laws of the world. With these two forces clashing, I really can't predict who will win.
"Master, um..."
Ah Xue's cry was strange. I looked in the direction of the sound and was shocked to my core. Xie Lian, who was still passionately kissing Ah Xue, had her eyes turned back into blood-red pupils without eyeballs. She was eerie and evil, and had once again detached herself from "living beings" and become the head of an evil woman who unified thousands of undead and resentful souls. Moreover, her devilish right claw, which was originally bound to the blood-red vines, had also been pulled out of the vines and was now placed on Ah Xue's plump breasts, emitting a golden evil light.
The situation could only be described as a complete rout, but at this critical moment, I faintly saw a bloody light behind Xie Lian, which felt like the power of a dead soul, yet it was different from the ghost ship. Under the influence of this power, Xie Lian showed a painful expression, her eyes suddenly regaining their clarity and then turning blood red again, clearly at a crucial juncture in the clash between two forces.
(This... could it be...)
A flash of inspiration struck me, and I remembered what I had suspected before. Ignoring the fact that I was still connected with Xie Lian, I shouted, "A Xue, channel your dead soul into the back of her neck, and pour it down her spine."
A Xue's face was flushed, and she made a soft, meowing sound like a cat. It didn't seem like shyness, but rather a seductive and alluring display of lust. Under the caress of Xie Lian's devilish right claw, she had reached a state of complete oblivion. However, she could still hear my words. With trembling hands, she pressed a finger to the back of Xie Lian's neck, chanted an incantation, and transferred the dead soul residing in her body to it.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted. I seemed to see something within Xie Lian's body stirred. Amidst the wailing and lamentation of hundreds of undead, wisps of black energy formed a raging gale, rushing towards the swirling purplish-black light above.
"Ahhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhh!"
Xie Lian and Ah Xue simultaneously threw their heads back, tossing their hair and letting out high-pitched screams. One seemed to be being torn apart by a thousand knives, writhing in unbearable pain; the other seemed to be walking on a paradise, floating like an immortal. Amidst the loud groans of these two extremes of suffering and joy, Xie Lian's terrifying bloodshot eyes suddenly regained their clarity, and hot tears welled up. As if recognizing me, she cried out,
"Master!"
This cry sounded like a victory horn to my ears. Xie Lian shook her head and tossed her hair, letting out sweet, heart-stirring cries.
"Ah...ah...so good...Master...you're the best..."
With a soft moan, her round, firm buttocks thrust upwards, welcoming my engorged member. I cupped her heaving breasts in my hands, kneading them wantonly, and thrust my member forward, causing her plump buttocks to sway and collide with my hips. In this blissful union, I ejaculated my essence with unparalleled excitement.
"Ugh, I...I've spurted it all on you!"
In the extreme pleasure, I arched my back, allowing my lower body to merge with Xie Lian as deeply as possible, ejaculating freely inside her. The trembling, intoxicating pleasure was indeed exhilarating, but what secretly delighted me even more were the two loud cries that rang in my ears.
"M-Master, this lowly slave is ascending to heaven, ahhhhh!"
"Stop! No, no..."
Amidst Xie Lian's pleasurable and high-pitched sweet moans, the Wujian Yimo roared with a mixture of grief and indignation, sounding as if his entire family had just perished. For this inhuman master, witnessing me ejaculate inside his "possessions," and the devastating blow of the Black Witch Goddess's years of painstaking work shattering in an instant, must have been a major shock enough to drive him mad. No wonder he screamed so pitifully.
But perhaps because "stop" and "don't" were too similar, what reached my ears was the strange verb "stop dick," an incident I absolutely must record.
In the instant I fully merged with the Evil Lotus, my spiritual desires reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, the power of the Dark God from the depths of the Nine Abyss was drawn in. The power of the Hellish God of Lust was fully unleashed. I felt a piercing pain, clearly my soul was being extracted from my body to undergo the core magic of the Hellish God of Lust.
On the Evil Lotus's side, she first let out a muffled groan, her eyes regaining clarity from the ecstatic confusion. Then, her limbs, which had been merged and assimilated with the vines behind her, began to slowly withdraw from the vines.
Suddenly, the entire ghost ship lit up with a bright light. The silvery-white light illuminated the bone deck with a chilling aura. The vengeful ghosts and phantoms floating around screamed in agony, causing the entire ship to shake violently, as if it were about to disintegrate. This showed that countless undead were fighting with all their might to reclaim the "Evil Woman's Head" from the evil power of the Dark God.
The question of which is stronger—the supreme dark demon god or the boundless evil power combined with millions of undead? I still cannot answer that. But what lies before me is not a fair confrontation, because the Evil Lotus, having regained her senses, is no longer just the "Evil Woman's Head," but a living being. When she uses
her
last bit of evil power to issue the disintegration command to the ghost ship, this confrontation of evil energy tilts towards the unfair side. "Waaaaahh ...
The next moment, Xie Lian's limbs finally separated completely from the vines. I didn't even bother to pull myself out of her body before rushing to lift her away from the vines. During the movement, her originally high, snow-white belly strangely and rapidly receded, returning to a flat and smooth abdomen. However, a large amount of cold, evil black energy suddenly rose from her abdomen to the purplish-black ball of light in the air.
The Hellish God of Lust had completed his work, and logically, a new soul beast should have taken shape. However, the purple light was completely surrounded by black energy. Through the occasional gaps that peeked through, I could only see a large purple pupa as tall as a person, resembling both a cocoon and an egg
, but I couldn't tell what kind of creature it was. The black energy that enveloped the purple pupa did not gradually disappear; instead, it swirled in the sky, its eerie shape seeming to be nurturing something. The wailing sound that resonated with the ghost ship seemed to be opening some kind of portal, releasing something from the darkness that sent chills down one's spine.
Purple light and black mist intertwined and clashed, the purple light surging forward one moment and the black mist enveloping the other the next, neither gaining a clear advantage. But soon, a strange neighing of a horse came from the darkness, followed by the sound of hooves approaching from afar, as if a fast horse was galloping towards them. But no matter how hard we searched, we couldn't see any trace of the horse.
(Unless...)
Looking up, at the moment the neighing was at its loudest, a domineering black figure, like a black whirlwind, leaped out from the black mist. With a swing of his long sword, he shattered the purple light demonic cocoon with a resounding crash!
"Ah!"
The light was dim, and we, looking up from below, couldn't see clearly, but we smelled a strong stench of blood. The black steed was large, but its body was riddled with holes, filled with arrows and knife wounds, and blood was flowing freely from its body. It was clear that it had been through several life-or-death battles.
The rider of this fierce steed was clad in the heaviest and sturdiest black armor. The ability to wear it with such ease suggests either a massive physique or exceptional martial arts skill. A clue gleaned from the way it shattered the purple light demonic cocoon with its sword.
The knight held a sword in his right hand and a shield in his left, both adorned with identical rose patterns. Although his entire body was encased in armor, the stench emanating from it suggested that the body beneath was likely a half-decomposed corpse. But what struck us most was that above the shoulders of this black-armored knight… he was completely
headless!
Another terrifying legend from the East Sea, on par with the ghost ships: the Headless Horseman!
Upon arriving at the East Sea, we heard in the dog clan's legend that five hundred years ago, on the shores of the East Sea, a defeated dark knight came to the beach and committed suicide. Afterwards, every dark and windy night, this headless knight would appear, searching for his lost head…
His appearance at such times and in this manner clearly indicates a deep connection between the headless knight and the ghost ship. For the instant it leaped forward, the entire ghost ship seemed to see a savior descend, emitting joyful cries of praise, celebrating its master's return, inheriting the resentment of countless dead souls, determined to settle blood feuds and grief, and bring slaughter and despair back to the world.
Amidst the wailing of the spirits, countless ghostly faces covering the ghost ship shattered one after another, flowing with resentful blood, as if exhausting every ounce of their strength for the headless knight's appearance. And that swift rider, without pausing, leaped into the sky, soaring away with a long neigh.
The undead on the entire ship were in turmoil, and the spiritual wave impact also affected Ah Xue and Xie Lian. Whether from the impact of the spiritual wave or from exhaustion, the two of them collapsed unconscious as the headless knight rode away.
"Ah, don't play this on me at a time like this!"
At the same time, a series of explosions rang out on the ghost ship, starting from the bow. It seemed to be on the verge of disintegration due to the loss of evil power. I, who was on the ship, was definitely going to be in trouble. I had just gathered Ah Xue's clothes scattered on the ground and was about to drag my tired body and the others to safety when a thunderous roar came from the sky.
"Beast!"
I looked up in response and was terrified. The Martial Demon had grabbed a female winged warrior who was blocking his way by the ankle and torn her in half. She flew towards me amidst a rain of blood.
"You ruined the Black Witch's masterpiece! You three scoundrels will pay with your lives!"
The powerful and domineering seventh-level warrior, erupting in raging fury, charged towards us with what was perhaps his strongest and most peak form, brandishing his demonic left claw. His surging momentum was like a tsunami; how could I possibly withstand it? How could I possibly resist?
"Catch the sword!"
In the nick of time, a voice came from afar. Although it was muffled, I could still recognize it as the voice of our leader, Jia Tengying. At the same time, magical energy vibrated in my right hand, and a sharp, transparent divine weapon appeared in my palm.
The Dragon Slayer Blade!
With the divine weapon in hand, at least I was no longer empty-handed. Without hesitation, I swung the Dragon Slayer Blade and thrust it towards the Martial Demon.
The Dragon-Slaying Blade, one of the seven sacred artifacts of creation, is arguably the sharpest thing in the world, the only divine weapon capable of destroying the steel body of the Martial Demon. Yet, in my hands, it failed to shine. The Martial Demon completely disregarded my thrust. As I swung the blade and closed the distance to within a foot of him, thrusting the Dragon-Slaying Blade, he casually deflected it, the immense force shattering my right arm, sending the Dragon-Slaying Blade flying far away.
"You!"
The Martial Demon naturally intended to seize the divine weapon, but I understood this as well. So, when he attacked, I deliberately used his momentum, sending the Dragon-Slaying Blade flying a hundred feet. Seeing his prize slip away, the Martial Demon was filled with shock and rage, his entire focus on the Dragon-Slaying Blade, giving me a golden opportunity I could never have had before.
Under normal circumstances, I would never have had a chance to get close to the Martial Demon, and even if I did, he wouldn't give me time to react. This was a technical problem I had been struggling with lately. But by sheer chance, I not only got within a foot of the Martial Demon, but also seized this opportunity when his mind was distracted, allowing me to implement this risky strategy to defeat him.
With lightning speed, I removed the Sage's Ring from my wrist and slipped it onto the Martial Demon's arm. As the ring tightened, the Martial Demon became alert and struck me in the chest with a backhand blow. Even though I was prepared and leaped back after the blow, I was still caught in the residual force, shattering four rows of ribs. I crashed to the ground, coughing up blood, and completely lost my fighting ability.
"You beast! What kind of nonsense is this? You think you can hurt me just by putting a bracelet on me?"
"Heh...heh heh...didn't the Black Dragon King promise you that as long as you have an immortal demon body, no one can kill or defeat you?"
When I asked him this while he was spitting blood, Wu Jian Yi Mo seemed very surprised, but he still answered confidently.
"Indeed, no one under heaven can kill or defeat me. The sharpest dragon-slaying blade has failed, Katotaka has also fallen to my hands, and soon I will even surpass Li Huamei, but before that, I will tear you three scoundrels to pieces!"
"Hahahaha~~~ Stupid dog, do you know that everything in the world has two sides? The sharpest blade cannot harm you, but the strongest shield can take your dog's life. The Sage's Bracelet's ability is that as long as you wear it, all physical attacks cannot hurt you, but the side effect is... complete immunity to all magic. Just now, when I helped you put it on, I blasted you with the Lustful Spirit."
Against a level seven martial artist, the Lustful Spirit has almost no killing power, but against an ordinary body with no magic resistance, the Lustful Spirit's attack is enough to cause serious consequences. What's more, after I used the Lustful Spirit, I also applied Hyakkimaru to the wound.
Physical attacks cannot harm the flesh, but the Hyakkimaru is coated with... corpse poison!
"Your demonic body is immortal and invincible, so you probably don't feel pain either."
As I vomited blood and laughed maniacally, the Martial Demon looked at the glowing Sage's Bracelet, then at the rapidly decaying hole in his chest, a rare wavering appearing in his eyes.
"No, impossible... His Majesty the Dragon King promised me that no one could..."
"Hahaha, you stupid dog, do you even know who I am?"
"You lowly creature, you're just a pig about to die a miserable death at my hands, I don't need to know your name!"
"Wahahaha, actually I don't know what I am either, but in the East Sea... hehe, isn't it a coincidence that I'm called Mei You Ren?"
Being pointed at and laughed maniacally, the Martial Demon was first stunned, then seemed to understand the key point, staggering a few steps back; as his confidence crumbled, the decay of the flesh in his chest became even more severe, his once invincible steel demonic body now even had his sternum softened and shattered.
"No one can kill me or defeat me... Mei Youren can kill me or defeat me... No, no... This is impossible..."
Though he said this, Wu Jian Yimo's expression changed from shock to horror. Finally, when he understood what had happened, he roared angrily, flapped his bat wings, and pounced on us like a tiger unleashed.
"You bastard! Even if I die, I'll drag you to hell!"
◆ Chapter Five: From Beyond the Sky
From a tactical perspective, my plan was perfect, without a single flaw. For a third-rate character like myself to single-handedly kill the Black Dragon Society's top general and defeat a dignified seventh-level martial artist was already a miracle; no one would believe it.
However, making something that shouldn't have succeeded succeed comes at a price. Defeating Wu Jian Yimo was the limit of this tactic, and minor flaws were inevitable. The flaw was... even though I could break through the steel demon body and inflict a fatal blow on the Martial Demon, he was still an invincible seventh-level martial artist, capable of suppressing his injuries with powerful martial arts and launching a desperate counterattack.
Not only that, the tiger's desperate counterattack was even more ferocious than usual. The Martial Demon's final strike, fueled by every last drop of his life force, was truly earth-shattering, destroying everything in its path and overturning the ghost ship's bone deck. Like a mad, venomous dragon devouring me, it lunged at me with gaping maw.
I wanted to escape, but my severely injured body couldn't muster any strength. A glance to the side revealed Ah Xue and Xie Lian lying unconscious beside me. If nothing unexpected happened, the Martial Demon's final attack would wipe out all three of us—a truly devastating, all-or-nothing annihilation.
The outcome was obvious, yet my mind was preoccupied with unrelated questions: even if Katotaka were here, he might not be able to withstand Takema's attack, unless Li Huamei escaped the Black Dragon King and arrived to rescue him, or if Takema Ran from the Sea God's Palace could provide assistance—both of which were nearly impossible. So…
“Whoosh!”
Amidst the thunderous roar of Takema's final attack, a clear, tearing sound suddenly rang out. Despite the howling wind and thunder, it couldn't be drowned out. After this clear, tearing sound, everything seemed to fall silent, utterly still, except for the faint sounds of battle from the distant battlefield.
(W-what happened?)
As I slowly opened my eyes, filled with astonishment, I witnessed an unbelievable scene, meeting Takema's furious, wide-open eyes. "
Whoaaaaahh ... It wasn't anything particularly remarkable. If it weren't for the fact that it shouldn't be on the ghost ship, I wouldn't have even noticed it. Because… it was just an ordinary playing card, a plain seven of spades that every gambler had seen and touched. But this ordinary seven of spades had taken the life of the Martial Demon in one blow! A martial artist using playing cards as weapons… This made me think of something, and I instantly broke out in a cold sweat, immediately looking towards the nearby hilltop. It must have been the direction from which the card came. There was no one there before, but when I focused my gaze, I saw a blurry, almost indistinguishable, ethereal figure, like a black crane in the night, rise gracefully from the ground and shoot towards the direction where the headless knight had disappeared, its form vanishing into the first rays of dawn that pierced the night. "Perverted..." I stammered, still unable to believe what I was seeing. Unfortunately, no one around could vouch for me. Ah Xue and Xie Lian lay sprawled on the deck, while only the angry head of Wu Jian Yi Mo rolled at my feet. As the evil power of the millions of undead vanished, the dense black clouds that had obscured the three lights in the sky were also dispersed by the sunlight. Strands of golden dawn pierced through the clouds and shone on the sea, reflecting the shimmering waves and creating a magnificent scene. Against the backdrop of the ships sailing on the sea, this scene should have been pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, we were in a dangerous situation. After all the ghosts had been driven away, this dilapidated ghost ship was just a poorly constructed building haphazardly pieced together from bones. It had been shaken so violently by Wu Jian Yi Mo's dying blow that it simply couldn't hold on any longer. As the brilliant sunlight shone on the white bones, I seemed to hear the sound of spring ice melting under the blazing sun. Before I could even brace myself to escape, the entire ghost ship was launched forward at high speed with a "whoosh," disintegrating as it hurtled. The entire hull was reduced to pieces of white bones, which quickly turned to ash and scattered under the sunlight. Just like that, we were launched off Fengling Island. Directly above the azure waves of the sea, the ghost ship that had once summoned wind and rain and howled like ghosts had completely disintegrated and disappeared. And we, who had lost our support, naturally plummeted downwards, falling into the sea with a few "plop" sounds.

Before losing consciousness, I was secretly calculating that even a massive ghost ship couldn't kill me, so falling into the sea and getting submerged would be a piece of cake.
Surely, it wouldn't cost me my life. Even so, I didn't expect to see such a scene after regaining consciousness.
"Huh, where am I…?"
A magnificent, golden building, a strangely cool temperature, a faint salty smell of the sea—I was back inside the magical "Palace of the Sea God" in the East Sea.
Previously, the Black Dragon King and Li Huamei had been locked in a fierce battle around the Palace of the Sea God. Although I didn't know the outcome of that battle, judging from the situation, it should be over. After all, the reason for their fight was the ghost ship. Given their personalities, it's unlikely they would continue a life-or-death struggle at this time. They would most likely have gone back to command their subordinates to clean up the mess. Wu Tenglan probably left before or after this, controlling the giant dragon, and even helped me along the way.
(Did they only catch me? They should have caught Xie Lian and Ah Xue too. Hmm, my injuries seem to have healed.)
Before I fell into the sea and lost consciousness, my injuries were quite severe. The fractures in my arm and ribs alone were enough to cause me pain. But now, not only have the fractures healed, but most of the other internal and external injuries have also recovered. Although there is still some slight pain when I move, it's not a big problem anymore.
This isn't surprising. All my injuries were physical, not complicated at all. As long as I have a healing spell or something, I can heal quickly. On the contrary, the energy depletion caused by using the Hellish God of Lust will take time to recover. I need to rest for several months.
The new soul beast conceived by Xie Lian was destroyed by the Headless Knight before it even showed its form. I don't know if it was successfully conceived, and I won't be able to use magic for a while to confirm it. It's really a troublesome problem.
I couldn't stay lying here any longer. I got up from the golden bed studded with jewels and coral, and walked down the corridor. Soon I heard a sound, and my heart leaped with joy. I followed the sound to another room, where I saw Xie Lian alone in the crystal room, her naked body completely exposed. She was crouching on the floor with her back to me, forcefully smashing something with her demonic right claw.
I approached quietly, but Xie Lian was completely absorbed and didn't notice my arrival.
I stood behind her, and as soon as I stopped, a few cold bits of flesh splattered on my face. After glancing at the scene before me, I didn't say a word, but simply reached out and gently wrapped my arm around Xie Lian's soft waist.
Finally noticing my arrival, Xie Lian's body stiffened, and her right claw swung down heavily again, smashing the head of the Martial Demon beyond recognition.
I quietly held Xie Lian's waist until I heard faint sobs. I then realized that she was already in tears, her beautiful face smeared with mangled flesh and blood. In the tragic atmosphere, she possessed a breathtakingly beautiful yet tragic charm.
"Master...I...I..."
"Don't cry, don't cry now, sigh..."
Among the women around me, Xie Lian was the oldest and most independent. Zhi Zhi called me "Husband," and A Xue called me "Master." The term "Master" was Xie Lian's exclusive title, representing the master-slave relationship between us, and also representing my early ignorance. Otherwise, seeing all the noble young men on the streets now obsessed with master-slave relationships, I would definitely avoid this rampant trend.
"Hmm, you are the dignified Vampire Queen, don't keep crying. What's making you sad? Tell me."
Seeing Xie Lian crying loudly in my arms as if her self-esteem had collapsed, I really didn't know what kind of expression to show.
Xie Lian was half a head taller than me. It was fine to talk while standing, but comforting her while she cried felt very strange. There was no bed nearby, so I simply held her and sat on a coral chair next to us, kicking the head of the Martial Demon far away before letting Xie Lian sit on my lap.
A big reason I dislike hearing girls cry is that I don't know how to handle such situations. While holding Xie Lian, I listened to her words through her sobs, gently stroking her silky smooth skin with my palms, enjoying her soft breasts and full, plump buttocks. After
completing the Three Spirits as One evil technique and evolving into a "True Ancestor," Xie Lian was practically the queen of the vampires. Her body looked several years younger, yet her alluring charm still retained the unique allure of a mature woman. Combined with her daring and spicy personality, she was beautiful with character, possessing a sinister and enigmatic quality—no wonder she was hailed as one of the Seven Famous Flowers, the Blood Lotus.
Xie Lian told me her story, things Wu Tenglan had already told her, including how Xie Lian came to the East Sea seeking revenge, how she was defeated due to inferior skills, and how she was transformed and brainwashed by the Black Witch Goddess. Having already heard it all once, I remained unmoved, simply listening quietly until she recounted how the Black Witch Goddess had modified her body.
To awaken the Ghost Ship and attempt to create the Evil Goddess's head, the Black Witch Goddess had indeed gone to great lengths. Xie Lian, who cultivated dark martial arts and magic and was pregnant, was indeed excellent material for creating the Evil Goddess's head. However, the completion of the head involved the material's cultivation level, so besides attempting to complete the Three Spirits Unity Technique for Xie Lian, the Black Witch Goddess also subjected her to bone-cleansing and marrow-removing.
Forcibly pulling out her spine was a form of torture used by Ishtar, but the Black Witch Goddess wasn't so bored as to inflict torture arbitrarily. She used this method on Xie Lian to implant a powerful, evil entity into her body.
"That thing... I remember it... It looks a lot like your Ten Thousand Souls Banner, Master. Could it be...?"
No need to ask if it is, it's definitely that way. I lost the Ten Thousand Souls Banner on a remote island overseas. For me, finding it was like finding a needle in a haystack, and I believe it was the same for most sorcerers in the world. But the East Sea has the most skilled black magic practitioners on the Loess Plateau, whether it's Kurosawa Kazuo or the Black Witch Goddess. If they can retrieve the Ten Thousand Souls Banner by sensing it, I wouldn't be surprised at all. With their abilities, subduing the spirit master of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and breaking its bond wouldn't be difficult.
The ghost ship's true form is the vengeful spirits of millions who died unjustly in the East Sea. To replicate a fake, one would have to invest considerable resources; it can't be a mere imitation. So when I learned that the ghost ship controlled by the Evil Lotus was a fake, I began to suspect that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner lost in the East Sea might have fallen into the hands of the Black Dragon Society. As long as the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is implanted into the body, relying on the demonic power of ten thousand vengeful souls, creating a small-scale ghost ship to scare people shouldn't be a problem technically.
Alas, it's a pity we discovered this too late. Otherwise, Ah Xue could have absorbed ten thousand spirits into her body and created a fake ghost ship as well, and we could have easily swept across the East Sea, scaring the resistance soldiers to death.
"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was destroyed on this lowly slave's body. This lowly slave feels very sorry for her master, especially for the demon..."
"Oh, it's nothing. Out with the old, in with the new. Anyway, it wasn't my fault, so there's nothing to be sad about. Besides, if it weren't for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner protecting your consciousness, I might not have been able to help you regain your senses so easily, and I might have been killed by you long ago..."
During the battle at sea, if it weren't for the residual consciousness of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner within Xie Lian, which caused Xie Lian to stop attacking due to pain, we might have been in danger. This time, we were able to rescue Xie Lian because Ah Xue aroused the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner within her. With the combined efforts of both sides, she was able to break free from the assimilation of the Lustful Vines.
"So, the sacrifice of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner wasn't without cost, as long as it wasn't wasted. Hmm, it's a pity about the spirit master of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, whose name is Demon... Demon... Demon or something, never mind, since I can't remember, it's not important. Let's forget about her. We should look to tomorrow; there's no need to dwell on things that are already finished."
"Uh... Master, you're really open-minded."
Xie Lian seemed surprised by my extreme magnanimity, but I really didn't think it was a big deal, and this became even more apparent in our subsequent conversation.
Losing the Ten Thousand Souls Banner filled Xie Lian with guilt and remorse, but what truly pained her was the fact that her body had been modified, resulting in the death of her unborn child through the process of refinement.
Before being altered by the Martial Demon, Xie Lian was an ordinary woman. Despite having vampire blood, she was content with a simple family life, and after marrying her husband, she held peaceful and happy hopes for the child in her womb. This dream was shattered after meeting the Martial Demon. The various tortures of disembowelment, infant removal, and body modification transformed this young woman into a demon amidst blood and tears.
Her subsequent licentious and depraved behavior was partly due to the curse she was cursed to do, and partly a way to numb herself to the pain. But deep down, Xie Lian's gentle maternal instincts never disappeared. A large part of the reason I was able to tame this fierce female thief was precisely because of this maternal instinct, and the blow she suffered from losing her child again is unimaginable.
I understand all these principles, but despite this, seeing Xie Lian seemingly drained of all hope of survival, weeping in front of me like a fragile young girl, I felt increasingly irritated, and a feeling of utter absurdity grew stronger in my heart.
"Hey! Wait a minute, Xie Lian, I have a few questions for you."
"Ah."
"When you're sucking blood, do you pick and choose which kind to suck?
" "Well... no, but why do you ask?"
"Never mind that, just answer my questions. You never pick and choose when you suck blood, but when you kill people, are there any people you'd spare?
" "...No."
"That's it then. You kill everyone, suck all kinds of blood, you're not religious, you're not a saint, the ruthless Blood Lotus, what's wrong with you now? It's just a dead embryo, you haven't even seen or touched it, what kind of feelings do you have, why are you crying like this? Did you cry like this when your father died?"
I asked so confidently that Xie Lian froze on the spot, stopped crying, and was so taken aback by my preemptive barrage of questions that she forgot to be angry, staring blankly at me, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"But...but that's me...that's my child..."
"Your child! You know, I know, the Muma and the Black Witch Goddess know, even Kurosawa Kazuo knows, but so what? If he doesn't die today, he'll die another day. That's something that's easy to die anyway, why care so much? Even if he doesn't die today, maybe one day when we're doing it hard, or if he accidentally kicks it while sleeping, he might just kick it away. It's pointless to be sad about something like that."
I don't know what kind of expression Ayumi would have if she heard me here, but I think Xie Lian should understand what I mean...although she's just looking at me with a shocked expression right now...it's okay, at least it's better than crying endlessly.
"Take a step back. Xie Lian, I'm a fucking piece of trash, and you're a ruthless woman who kills without hesitation. What kind of good ending do you expect for our child? People like us shouldn't and can't have too many important things. Now that the child is gone, perhaps it's the happiest ending for him..."
It was probably this sentence that moved Xie Lian. Her expression, which had been one of utter despair, seemed to suddenly become clear. She began to regain her vitality and rationality, and stared at me with a calm gaze.
"Right, isn't this expression good? You're the mighty Queen of Sperm Absorption, the infamous and alluring Blood Lotus, the seductive thief. To shed tears over something like this is too shameful. Even I'm ashamed of you! Without the burden of a child, you can party a few more nights, do it a dozen or twenty more times. This is a great thing!"
I said with a smile, my right hand on Xie Lian's waist giving her two light slaps on her round, fleshy, white buttocks, enjoying the pleasurable sensation. After all, her body still held a great attraction for me. After sitting naked on my lap for a while, my desire was aroused.
"Master, you're so heartless!"
Xie Lian said, seemingly scolding me angrily, but she whispered in my ear, her breath sweet as orchids, occasionally licking my earlobe, her teasing intent unmistakable. She clearly understood what I meant.
Xie Lian, being a mature woman who had weathered many storms and could let go of what she couldn't control, quickly grasped the key point and buried her pain deep inside, no longer exposing her wounds. Not only that, she immediately found the most suitable way to heal herself.
"Hey, besides my wicked heart, there are some parts of my body harder than iron. You slut, are you interested in trying them?"
"No, that's not right. Serving my master is what a lowly slave should do, ah..."
With a satisfied groan, Xie Lian pressed herself against the blanket, seductively swaying her snow-white buttocks, straddling my waist with gusto, greedily taking my erect penis inside her, revealing a joyful and pleasurable expression.
"Ah... Master... Master... please destroy this lowly slave's filthy, stinking hole!"
"Stop your nonsense, you sow!"
Vampire women are indeed known to have a cursed, perverse constitution; the more wicked and immoral the act, the more supreme pleasure they experience. Xie Lian had gone from one extreme to the other. Accustomed to inflicting pain, she now derived pleasure from being abused and humiliated. With each ecstatic moan of self-proclaimed "lowly slave," Xie Lian swayed her round, beautiful buttocks, her large, high breasts rising and falling, as if using this indulgence to cast aside all her sorrow.
"Lowly slave, tell your master, after you've achieved the unity of the three spirits, how much power do you have now? Your master just expended a great deal of energy for you. From now on, I need a bodyguard by my side."
With full force, I wrapped Xie Lian's firm, round, pink legs tightly around my waist, our hips joined seamlessly, and thrust in and out even more violently.
"Ah... Master... didn't you take in a new little slut... that incredibly horny fox, trembling with her big breasts... as if she's afraid no one will know... Ahhhhh!"
Xie Lian cried out loudly, marking me with several cross marks as punishment. But under the stimulation of this pain, her juices overflowed like a burst dam, and strands of lustful fluid flowed from between us, emitting waves of intoxicating moans.
"Master... um... ah... you like that big-breasted fox so much... why..."
"Don't ask so many questions, I like you very much too! A slut like you is rare in the world, how could I not cherish you?"
Half of this sentence was serious, especially when I heard Xie Lian admit that as long as she had a few days to recuperate and replenish the energy she lost when becoming the Evil Woman's head statue, and completely complete the Three Spirits Unity Technique, with the power of her evolution into the True Ancestor of the Vampire Clan, she could climb to the seventh level of cultivation in one fell swoop. If we had a bodyguard of the level of a Kanetaka or a Martial Demon, we could rest easy.
"Ah... Master, this lowly slave is about to come... Fuck this lowly slave to hell!"
Xie Lian moaned beautifully, her two pink legs trembling as if cramping, making my waist ache slightly. Her snow-white, slender arms tightly hugged my shoulders, and the nails on her long, slender fingers dug deep into my back muscles, causing my skin to bleed.
"Fuck your mother! You even bite me before going to hell, you sow, you're really vicious!"
That's what she said, but I was intoxicated by Xie Lian's alluring and mature charm. My waist was numb and sore, and in a moment, my semen gushed out uncontrollably. In a numbingly intoxicating feeling, I thrust violently a few more times, sending every last drop of the scalding liquid inside.
"Mmm!"
Although it was pleasurable, I was very careful from beginning to end this time, controlling the rhythm of our lovemaking. Although I also brought Xie Lian to the peak of ecstasy, I did not let her release the purple saliva again, so as not to add to my future troubles.
As Xie Lian displayed her mature and alluring charm, swaying her plump, white buttocks back and forth and moaning with pleasure, a tattoo faintly appeared on her back, signifying that the Hellish God of Lust had been completed, but was severely injured and needed time to heal before she could accept the summons again.
"Master, this lowly slave wants you to do something for her. Please, you must agree, okay?"
After we finished, Xie Lian knelt between my legs, lifting her purple hair to clean the stains from my body, her attitude extremely charming and submissive. Just thinking about all the benefits that having a seventh-level cultivation slave as my servant would bring filled me with immense pleasure, and hearing her request, I naturally agreed without hesitation.
"Master has already killed the Martial Demon for me, fulfilling your promise, but... that vile Black Witch Heavenly Maiden, I will absolutely not let her go. I will not be able to quell the resentment in my heart without her being torn to pieces a thousand times. Please, Master, avenge this blood feud for me."
I was slightly taken aback, staring at the deep-seated hatred in Xie Lian's eyes, feeling a mix of emotions.
Everyone finds a pillar in their life. Some live for love, while others live only for revenge. Xie Lian... is probably that type. She finds her motivation in one revenge after another. But when she has killed all her enemies and there is no more hatred to avenge, Xie Lian, what will you live for?
"Alright! Speaking of which, I was involved with that child too, and I also have a grudge against the Black Witch Goddess... I promise you, I will definitely kill the Black Witch Goddess for you and make that bitch die a miserable death."
A demon like the Black Witch Goddess must be killed. If she were just a big dinosaur under the veil, I could let her fend for herself. What I hate most in this life are the Ishtar transvestites. Men with heads and women with butts, they must be killed.
"However, you have the power of the seventh level, which is much stronger than mine. Why don't you kill her yourself?"
"Because she can't leave here!"
The one who answered was not Xie Lian, but Wu Tenglan, who appeared out of nowhere. Her faint figure floated in mid-air, and she explained the predicament Xie Lian was facing with a serious expression.
Although the ghost ship was dismantled and sealed again, the millions of vengeful spirits from its source remained, continuing to pursue the wicked woman's head statue that had escaped the ghost ship, seeking to absorb her back and reassemble the ghost ship.
"Ah... but without the wicked woman's head statue, the undead's activities are confined to the East Sea. If I take the Evil Lotus away from the East Sea, everything will be fine, right?"
"Their activity range is indeed limited, but their influence extends far beyond that,"
said Wu Tenglan. Soul-locking curses are a specialty of dark magic. The vengeful spirits, even from thousands of miles away, could sense and track the Evil Lotus, who had once been the wicked woman's head statue, and unleash their curses to kill her in one fell swoop.
"There are only a handful of places in the world where even the power of millions of undead cannot track them down or curse them."
I understood this principle. Those places were either natural anomalies with powerful magnetic fields or special structures repeatedly protected by hundreds or thousands of layers of barriers. However, given Xie Lian's condition, she would be cursed to death by vengeful spirits before even reaching those places, once she left the East Sea.
"Therefore, the only way is to let her stay in the Sea God's Palace, receiving its protection and purification. Once the remaining undead energy within her is completely purified, she will regain her freedom."
Wu Tenglan said decisively, but to me, it was like a series of bolts from the blue; I never imagined things would become so serious.
In my life, farewells always come so abruptly, without any warning, leaving me completely unprepared.
Turning around blankly, I looked at Xie Lian helplessly, only to see a pair of beautiful, sorrowful eyes silently gazing at me, tears... already streaming down her face!

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