Alibuda Era Festival 25

A friend once said that tragedies in the world are usually made up of women who don't know their own mortality and men who don't know what's what. I completely agree with that. But it's not just men who don't know what's what. There are also some women in this world who don't know what's what, like the witch Hua Gengsha. If someone like her held the power of life and death and widely promoted her so-called Corpse Prostitute Merit Society, I guarantee that the world would be in chaos, and who knows how many people would wish they were dead.
In this respect, Queen Catherine is also a kind of witch. Although I don't know much about her, from the moment I met her gaze, I knew I didn't need to ask anything more. A woman with such eyes is definitely not a normal person, and her personality is easy to imagine. However, she was a woman who lived in that dark Warring States period. I don't know if the times drove people crazy, or... if crazy people created an even crazier era.
What I witnessed was not a mental attack, but the origin of the Dark Summoning Beasts more than five hundred years ago. It was the spirits of these six beauties that transformed into soul beasts, becoming the Dark Summoning Beasts. But at this crucial moment, I did not see Famit present, but instead saw Queen Catherine, whose life was intertwined with Famit's light and shadow. This was quite bizarre.
"Please allow me to pay my respects. Your sacrifices will surely become a force of light, pacifying the chaotic Warring States period and ushering in a new future."
Queen Catherine's voice was remarkably high-pitched and clear, her enunciation precise, like that of a renowned singer, very pleasant to the ear. Unfortunately… the meaning behind her words was grave; she was essentially sending people to their deaths after just a few words. Unless one was a minority with martyr-like tendencies, probably no one would be happy about it.
The six stunning beauties were clearly normal people; upon hearing these words, their faces showed no joy, they simply watched Catherine in silence. Faced with six pairs of eyes that were almost interrogative and piercing, an ordinary person's mentality would probably not be able to withstand it, and they would scream and collapse. But Queen Catherine's mental structure was naturally incomparable to that of ordinary people. She looked at the six people in front of her with a smile, as if everything was a matter of course.
Soon, one of the six stunning beauties spoke up. It was a very cute-looking young girl. Her delicate oval face even had a bit of childishness, making her very adorable.
"You...you must not let him know..."
These words came out of nowhere, but as soon as they were spoken, the girl's tense emotions seemed to be unable to be contained any longer. Her next words were tinged with sobs.
"He...he's always been so easily moved to tears. If he knew about this, he would be heartbroken. Don't let him carry so much burden anymore..."
Tears streamed down the girl's face. By the end, she wasn't wailing, but she was sobbing uncontrollably. Her sorrow stirred her companions' emotions; some of the stunning beauties shed tears, while others struggled to hold them back, not wanting to lose their composure.
What was striking was that their grief wasn't for their own sacrifice, but for not wanting someone to know about it, fearing that person would be heartbroken. Such strong emotions, such deep bonds—no wonder even as a most vicious and resentful dark entity, it faithfully obeyed commands and never turned against its master. As for the man they cared so deeply for, it could only be Famit. Xiu. Kamu.
The atmosphere of utter despair infected everyone, but there was one person who wouldn't shed a single tear—Queen Catherine, who was completely unharmed by their sacrifice.
"Rest assured, my friends, I will keep your righteous deeds a secret from him. Your sacrifice will grant him supreme and invincible power, allowing him to traverse the land and punish all evil..."
Catherine smiled. "Of course, nothing stays hidden forever, and he will eventually find out about this, but that will likely be years, decades, or even after the world is at peace. And I assure you all, your..." The suffering won't last long. Once the evil forces are eradicated, your souls will be freed, and you won't be forever trapped
in this cycle. A woman who can smile and speak while pushing others to sacrifice—even an idiot could tell how credible her words were. Judging from the expressions of the six stunning beauties, it seemed no one believed the Queen's promise. It's easy to imagine the Queen's state at that moment.
However, even knowing this, no one dared to contradict their decision. After shedding their final tears, they began to walk deeper into the cave, because… this was unwavering resolve. They were willing to die for the sake of their beloved.
But before this magnificent scene came to an end, an unexpected little incident occurred. The woman at the very back of the procession was extremely tall. Though slender, she possessed enormous, snow-white breasts. Her expression was the coldest among the six; while others wept, she remained almost expressionless, as if life and death were insignificant to her, or perhaps life and death were utterly irrelevant to her… This left a deep impression on me, and I remembered this unknown, icy beauty.
Just as this icy beauty was about to step into the darkness, she suddenly took a step and vanished into thin air. This astonishing turn of events happened so silently that those ahead of her didn't even notice.
I was startled, and upon regaining my composure, I saw her standing beside Catherine, her right hand outstretched, resting against the blonde queen's snow-white neck. Logically speaking, an ordinary hand shouldn't pose much of a threat. However, this hand was no ordinary one. The moment it touched the Queen's neck, the veins on her fingers bulged, and her nails instantly grew half an inch, gleaming with a chilling light. It didn't look like a human hand; it resembled a deadly weapon from the underworld.
This technique of transforming flesh is the exclusive martial art of high-level assassins and ninjas. Rather than simply transforming or hardening, it's more accurate to say that it demonizes the human limbs, not only turning flesh and blood into metal but also imbuing them with deadly poison, making them difficult for the enemy to defend against. However, due to the extreme difficulty of this technique, it is almost lost to me. Today is the first time I've seen someone use it. This icy beauty must be an extremely powerful assassin or ninja.
Sharp, venomous fingernails pressed against her throat; even a slight scratch could be fatal. Yet, Catherine remained calm, completely unfazed by the threat. Was it extraordinary courage, or did she possess some extraordinary skill that granted her the ability to protect herself?
"...The battle is imminent, and our time is extremely precious. Miss Shiranui, if you have anything to say, please do so quickly. Otherwise, if we miss the appointed time, all our sacrifices will be in vain,"
Catherine said with a smile, as if she were the one threatening with a weapon to her throat, not the victim.
"...Although I've had relations with that guy a few times, I have no feelings for him, and I'm definitely not his lover. The reason I'm doing this today is for the sake of all living beings, for the ideal of a peaceful and prosperous world, and absolutely not for that guy. Don't lump me in with other people."
As she said these words, the expression on the ice queen's face changed. Not only did her cheeks flush, but her eyes also showed a bit of annoyance and shyness, instantly making her look like a timid little girl.
However, they were all willing to make such a great sacrifice, yet they still clung to this trivial issue of "status." This kind of insistence was truly laughable and pointless. Perhaps because of this, Catherine simply smiled and said, "Yes, I understand. Is there anything else you want to say?"
"Yes!"
she answered decisively, but hesitated to speak, indicating that she found it difficult to say these words. When she finally spoke again, her tone was clearly filled with sorrow.
"...After today, we'll both be gone. You...you should let them go. They've suffered enough. They were the people who loved each other the most, but now they have to fight each other. Half of the reason things have come to this is because of your scheme...Now you've won. Everyone and everything is under your control. But I advise you not to go too far. Otherwise, even if we're gone, someone will still come knocking on your door to settle old scores for everyone you've wronged..."
Her tone was earnest, a final, deliberate plea of humility before her death, and even I could sense the goodwill within it. But these things failed to sway the iron-fisted queen. Catherine's smile remained unchanged as she said, "Is there nothing else to say? If not, then go in. The Cursed One's blade and claws have been waiting for far too long."
A soft sigh was a response to the queen's unwavering will, and also a surrender to the inescapable nature of fate. Her cold, elegant figure vanished, disappearing into the boundless depths of darkness.
Seeing this, I roughly understood the situation five hundred years ago. The Hellish God of Lust was the final chapter of lustful magic, which was perfected in Famit's hands. However, the Dark Summoning Beast was most likely not Famit's idea, and was probably completed without his knowledge. The person who actually created the Dark Summoning Beast and controlled everything behind the scenes was Queen Catherine.
The blonde queen is exceptionally intelligent and cunning, seemingly the type to devise a hundred schemes at once. She is ruthless and harbors unusual feelings and possessiveness towards Famit. Most of the misfortunes Famit has suffered in his life are likely related to her. The so-called sacrifice of the Dark Summoning Beast is also a strategy to eliminate a thorn in her side, using love as a pretext to wipe out the women closest to Famit.
As for the "them" mentioned by the cold-blooded ninja at the end, I think it refers to Famit and Charlotte, this helpless couple. Despite being deeply bound to each other and truly pledging their love, they are forced to fight and shed blood because of their mutual hatred. The heart-wrenching pain of each confrontation is felt not only by themselves but also by those around them.
Unfortunately… the iron-fisted queen didn't let go, and in the end, Famit couldn't make it in time, allowing Charlotte to commit suicide by sword on the shore of the East Sea. This not only became a century-long regret for everyone but also caused the Ghost Ship disaster. If Famit hadn't been powerful enough to be resurrected and personally clean up the mess, this regret would have been irreparable.
(The secret of the Dark Summoning Beasts that countless people have sought—is this the result? If the truth were revealed, would anyone still want it?)
The answer is yes, because there are always people in this world who will stop at nothing to achieve their goals, even if they might regret it later. Humans… are truly contradictory and troublesome creatures.
I stood in the darkness, lost in thought. Soon after, a series of fragmented images flashed through my mind. I saw beautiful, naked female bodies, their blood drained, turning them as white as snow, before being subjected to various "processing" procedures.
The practitioners performing these operations were the so-called "cursed masters": though their identities were those of sorcerers and priests, they appeared more like butchers and leatherworkers. They cleanly and efficiently processed the bodies of women, barely clinging to life, on the verge of death.
Sewing eyes shut, cutting tongues, pulling out tendons, peeling skin… Each body, designed according to its attributes, was processed using different combined methods, resulting in copious amounts of blood and flesh splattering everywhere. The gruesome scenes were too painful to watch.
What entered my mind wasn't just these fragmented images, but also their feelings—the feeling of enduring cruel torture. Though only a tiny fraction, it allowed me to experience the torment of various forms of cruelty, the pain so intense my eyes rolled back, my whole body convulsed, and I didn't even know if I was foaming at the mouth.
Unable to live, unable to die, teetering on the brink of death—I had personally experienced this feeling. If this feeling were to continue forever, it would truly be hell. At that moment, I only wished to wake up as soon as possible. This wish was fortunately granted, but what awakened me was a man's heart-wrenching scream.
"You...you're so vicious!"
A man dressed as a mage, with disheveled hair and bulging veins on his face, erupted in unprecedented rage. This was Famit I had never seen before.
The scene unfolded in what appeared to be a magnificent and luxurious palace, where thousands of armored soldiers and magical legions stood ready, and the object of their utmost protection was none other than Queen Catherine, adorned with an imperial crown and possessing a dignified and majestic appearance.
"You've been lying to me from beginning to end! For their blood debt, I will never let you go today!"
Famit pointed at the blonde empress, but Catherine only sneered at the accusation: "Not let me go? On what grounds? On your ability? Or on your sense of justice? Without my help, how could you have achieved your current power? As for your so-called blood debt... what a joke. The one who used Dark Summoning Beasts to kill countless enemies, am I the one? If you want to settle blood debts, you can commit suicide right now."
"...I will definitely make amends for my mistakes. It is my responsibility to bear, and I will not shirk it, but before that..."
Famit's disheveled hair billowed without wind, and his body shone with a fierce bluish-purple light, his imposing aura a prelude to a powerful attack. As the gale swept in all directions, forcing the surrounding soldiers to retreat, a dense, dark aura of the underworld spread from Famit's feet, howling like ghosts. Such a terrifying phenomenon could only mean that the six dark summoned beasts had been activated.
"Sister, you've gone too far down the wrong path, sinking into this bloody Warring States period. You... you've already gone mad! To prevent their sacrifices from being in vain, to end this wrong era, I'm going to take you down with me to apologize to them."
"Hmph. You brat, trying to act like a man? Do you really think no one can control you? If you're so capable, bring it on!"
Catherine's sneer further fueled Famit's anger. A chilling wind howled around him, and the dark summoned beasts were already faintly visible, a devastating attack about to be unleashed.
Legend has it that after Famit acquired the six Dark Summoning Beasts, he was invincible, dominating the world and defeating all masters and heroes. Judging from the current situation, no matter what Catherine's hidden abilities are, they are insufficient to contend with the Dark Summoning Beasts. Famit, in his rage, unleashed a full-force attack, which would not only fail to kill Catherine but would likely send his thousands of troops to hell as well.
A chilling wind howled, and the heavens and earth seemed to weep. With a furious roar, Famit commanded his summoned beasts to launch an attack, but the outcome of this battle was unexpected.
The entire battle lasted less than ten seconds. After Famit's angry shout, the dark summoned beasts vanished without a trace, the strange phenomena in the sky disappeared instantly, and the sky returned to clear skies, as if the earth-shattering scene had just been a dream.
Just as everyone was stunned and felt like they were seeing things, Famit groaned, as if he could no longer suppress his emotions. A series of explosions occurred from his body. Blood and flesh splattered from his neck, chest, abdomen, knees, and feet, spraying blood mist into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the once majestic and awe-inspiring peerless mage was now a blood-soaked figure.
With injuries to her knees and feet, even the most powerful person would momentarily lose their balance and kneel down. The blonde empress's mocking laughter echoed in this most humiliating moment.
"...You're so foolish, always so reckless and impulsive... I personally supervised the creation of the Dark Summoning Beast. Although it can only be driven by you, you don't think I didn't take any precautions, do you? Those curse masters had already done what they were supposed to do before they went down to their deaths."
Hearing this, everything became clear. Catherine was indeed far-sighted; when the curse masters cast their spells to bind and kill the corpses, they must have placed curse imprints on the remains, preventing the Dark Summoning Beast from harming her.
According to the principles of magic, things of the level of Dark Summoning Beasts cannot be subject to magical restrictions; otherwise, there would be no backlash, and all spellcasters could simply seal their own summons. However, there is a loophole in the application of this principle. The restriction placed by Catherine was not directly aimed at the Dark Summoning Beast, but at Famit. The oath roughly stated that "if the Dark Summoning Beast is used on Catherine, the power will first harm the spellcaster." As long as Famit falls, the summoning process is interrupted, and the Dark Summoning Beast will naturally not be able to be summoned.
This move was truly vicious. I sighed inwardly. Famit was really unlucky to run into such a nemesis. They were blood relatives, no wonder he was completely under their thumb, falling into one trap after another. One wrong step led to another, and he had no chance of turning things around.
However, this idea seemed to underestimate Famit, because after collapsing to his knees for only a few seconds, the blood-soaked man stood up again, his eyes burning with rage, aimed directly at his enemy, as if he wanted to set everything in sight ablaze.
"You...you think I only have Dark Summoning Beasts?"
His words, spoken with bitter resentment, contained not only deep-seated hatred but also unwavering confidence. The sudden defeat and severe injuries I just suffered made me overlook one thing: Famit's six dark summoned beasts are invincible, but he himself is not just someone who can control dark summoned beasts. Even without the Hellish God of Lust, he is one of the top magicians in the Warring States period. Later, in Baghdad, during his three-move clash with Charlotte, his earth-shattering and powerful moves swept across the battlefield, and no one dared to defy him.
Despite his serious injuries, Famit stood firmly. From the moment he stood up, he did not waver in the slightest. The wind and clouds in the sky seemed to sense his will, with a fierce wind blowing and countless bolts of lightning flashing through the clouds like golden snakes. They would occasionally shoot down to the ground, sending earth and rocks flying and creating a large crater. It's not hard to imagine that if lightning from the sky were to converge and crash down, the result would be...
Lightning-related magic is always used in grand-scale, devastating attacks. If Famit were to unleash his ultimate lightning magic at full power, the so-called army here would be nothing but child's play, utterly useless. Catherine could handle the Dark Summoning Beasts, but this time... unless a supreme expert intervenes, I really can't imagine how she would face this heavenly tribulation of ten thousand lightning bolts.
As it turns out, supreme wisdom is more useful than supreme experts. To break ultimate magic, one doesn't necessarily need to confront it with brute force; sometimes, a single sentence is enough.
"You've got some skill... but I wonder if you'll have enough strength and magic power after unleashing that Heavenly Tribulation of Ten Thousand Thunderbolts to get to the Bronze City and stop the battle... Charlotte is badly injured, and she's being besieged there by the Five Great Sword Monks of the Palace of Light. Can she hold on? If I remember correctly, you're on good terms with the Five Great Sword Monks. When you get there, which side will you help?"
Catherine asked casually. She spoke, not loudly, almost inaudibly amidst the thunder, but her words still had an effect. Queen Catherine was indeed adept at using the most appropriate force to create the greatest effect. Before she even finished speaking, the lightning had vanished, the dark clouds dispersed, and when the sun shone on the earth again, Famit's former position was gone, leaving only a pool of blood.
Talking and laughing as she repelled the enemy, Catherine still wore a smile. Others might think she was smiling because she had successfully made Famit retreat, but I, knowing the future, knew that Catherine's smile stemmed from her certainty that Famit wouldn't be able to catch up.
According to the Battle of Baghdad, after that final battle between light and darkness, Charlotte was listed as a target of all the forces of light, who vowed to hunt her down. Famit, in an effort to stop the fighting, tirelessly rushed to various battlefields, but whether by fate or human intervention, he followed news of the battle across much of the Loess Plateau, always arriving too late to see Charlotte, ultimately dying with regret on the shores of the East Sea.
Past events, love and hate, are like a boundless net, tightly binding people, making escape impossible. Famit, Charlotte, Catherine, and the six women who sacrificed themselves for the Dark Summoning Beasts were all exceptionally intelligent and influential figures, yet they too were trapped in this vast web, unable to escape, and likely had few truly happy days in their lives.
While I lament the regrets of those who came before me, now that these images have vanished and darkness has returned, I am forced to reflect on my own problems.
Originally, I thought that since the secret of the Dark Summoning Beast lay within the cave, once I entered and obtained the key to that secret, I could inherit the Dark Summoning Beast. But now it seems that my daydream of inheriting the Dark Summoning Beast is out of the question. Such a dangerous gift is too much for me to bear, even if it were offered to me. I know what I should do, but... if you want me to help, you should first release me from this illusionary space, right? Surrounded
by boundless darkness, I don't know how long I waited. There were no new images, no scenes, and no changes. I couldn't help but wonder if the sacred artifact in the trial cave had malfunctioned, only bringing me into this illusory space to let me know the origin of everything, but unable to send me back to the "real" world?
"Damn it, Famit, you two siblings are truly equally incompetent! Bringing people here and then taking them away irresponsibly—is this how you do things?" Despite
my outburst, I regretfully realized that I had to rely on myself; no one else could save me. But… how could I escape this predicament? I'm not the kind of person with an exceptionally strong will. Even if I repeatedly told myself, "These illusions are fake," for a hundred years or more, it wouldn't dispel the illusion.
Perhaps I should start from another source—things related to magic should be broken with magic. But…
I've lost all my magic power; what kind of rubbish magic could I possibly conjure?
I felt distressed, but suddenly, a strange feeling arose within me. Magic seemed to begin flowing through my body; the magic that had vanished due to the ritual performed by the god of lust had returned. This was incredible, but this was a place associated with erotic magic, so whatever happened shouldn't be too surprising.
However, simply restoring magic wouldn't be of much help. I'm not Famit; he doesn't have dark summons, yet he can still overwhelm all opponents and be invincible. I don't have his level of magical skill. If I had to choose a role model, Queen Catherine would undoubtedly be more worthy of my emulation.
(Hmm, the source of the mental influence within the cave should be the Creation Artifact; that's one avenue to attack... The Beacon Fire Universe Ring is indeed useful, keeping my mind stable and unharmed, but a damaged ring can't escape the mental illusion. So...)
Using an artifact against another artifact is a viable strategy. If I had another Creation Artifact, perhaps I could find another way... (Right...) "I can take a gamble! I still have a Creation Artifact!" The newly formed Fifth Lustful God Beast doesn't yet have a specific form, but it was born from absorbing the Sage's Bracelet. Perhaps it can possess some of the Sage's Bracelet's power. Although this is unknown, I can take the gamble. Anyway, there's no other way at the moment. The main problem is... I don't know if I can successfully summon the Fifth Lustful God Beast.
"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I enter into a covenant with you. Lend me your power, submit to me, and manifest yourselves."
As I chanted the incantation, magical fluctuations slowly appeared in mid-air. With the awakening of the summoned beast, a chilling aura froze my soul. I was both surprised and delighted, as this meant that the Lustful Beast had been nurtured and could be used officially. The name of this summoned beast also appeared in my mind.
"Come forth! Hellish God of Lust. Ice Orchid Scorpion!"
The summoning officially began, and what appeared in mid-air was a palm-sized, ice-blue object, its entire body clear and translucent like jade, a piece of exquisitely carved ice jade. From the moment it appeared, the surrounding air was affected by extremely low temperatures, and the water vapor condensed into hexagonal ice crystals, forming a fantastical and magnificent scene that was breathtaking.
The characteristics of this summoned beast were still unknown, but the most gratifying thing was that my prediction was correct. The Ice Orchid Scorpion indeed possessed the energy of the Sage's Bracelet, which, combined with the fluctuations of the Beacon Fire Universe Ring, immediately took effect, breaking through the illusion before us.
With a clear, crisp sound, the darkness shattered, the illusion vanished, and a world appeared before me—dark yet faintly lit. I had successfully returned to reality.
Before the hallucination, I had taken a step forward, but my first sensation upon regaining consciousness was that my step was firmly planted on the ground. In other words, this hallucination was truly powerful. I lost track of how much time had passed in the illusion, but in reality, it was probably less than a second.
It could even distort one's sense of time—truly impressive! But before I could even marvel at this, I saw Yinya rushing towards me. Judging by her hurried movements, was she seeing something was wrong and coming to help me? Thank you so much.
"Uh…"
Everything happened too fast. When Yinya rushed in front of me, my reaction was a little slow, and I was completely unprepared for her to suddenly pull out a sharp dagger from her hand. With the momentum of her charge, she plunged it into my chest, all the way to the hilt.
"...No way? Not again?"
◆ Episode 7: The Curse Rises. Death is imminent. Bai Zhi
counted on his fingers, and it hadn't been long since Yu Hong had attacked him with a sharp blade. To be done the same thing again so soon was really unlucky. But then he thought about his own behavior. Even if he were chased and killed for nine blocks every day, it wouldn't be surprising. Now, being stabbed with a knife once in a while was just his due punishment.
However, this time the feeling was different from last time. Last time, Yu Hong's dagger pierced my chest, leaving a chilling sensation followed by intense pain. But this time... the dagger went in, and just by looking at the exposed hilt, I could tell how deep it went in, but I felt no pain or itching at all.
(Strange, how could this be? Could this also be an illusion? But even if it's an illusion, it should still hurt!)
Just as I was bewildered, a strong magical energy surged from above. Looking up, I saw a crystal-clear, jade-like scorpion floating directly above me, radiating extreme cold and condensing the surrounding moisture into hexagonal ice crystals that slowly drifted down.
The illusory world and reality seem to have some connection. I activated my summoned beast in the illusion, and the Ice Orchid Scorpion appeared in the real world as well. Its special ability took the blow for me. When I noticed it, the Ice Orchid Scorpion turned into a blue light and flew towards my left wrist. After the blue light flashed, a blue scorpion totem appeared on my left wrist.
After successfully creating the fourth lustful divine beast, "Golden Silver Silkworm," I gained a deeper understanding of the Hell Lustful Gods. The lustful divine beasts born from the ritual seem to be divided into two main categories: one type, similar to the Phoenix Blood Bee and the Yama Corpse Mantis, is a frontal combat type, charging into battle and invincible; the other type, like the Golden Silver Silkworm, is a support-type lustful divine beast. The difference between the two is immediately apparent from their size; a beast the size of a palm, like the Ice Orchid Jade Scorpion, is clearly a support type.
Support-type mythical beasts rely on their unique abilities to survive. For example, the fact that I felt no pain or blood after being stabbed in the chest is something neither wasps nor corpse mantises can do. And when the Ice Orchid Jade Scorpion officially merged with me, appearing as a totem on my wrist, its abilities were fully activated.
The moment the totem appeared, an unimaginable, immense force shot out from my chest. Ice Orchid Scorpion's special abilities include mirroring and reflection, allowing it not only to defend against and withstand external forces but also to reflect them back amplified. And this amplification seems to be more than just one or two times...
Although Lady Silver Sprout is responsible for guarding such an important secret location, her own strength seems rather weak; no wonder she can only secretly act as a guardian. Faced with this powerful impact, if it were Leng Linglan, she might have been able to stabilize herself and unleash a second wave of power to finish her off. However, Silver Sprout couldn't withstand it. Stunned by the shockwave, she was propelled far away, falling towards the other end of the passage and disappearing into the darkness.
I listened to Ginya's scream as she was thrown back, and the heavy thud of her hitting the ground. My mind was still a mess, unable to recover from the shock. Everything was fine until suddenly she pulled out a dagger and stabbed someone? Even if she blamed me for raping her, I only thought about it; I hadn't actually done it! Was she so perceptive that she wanted to kill me before anything even happened? Or...
(Uh... could I have really raped her?)
I remembered the strange sense of familiarity I felt when I first saw Ginya. At the time, I thought it was just my imagination, but now, thinking back, maybe it wasn't. This Ginya really was someone I knew before. As for who she was...? The answer to this question is currently impossible to determine, but once we remove her veil, we'll know the answer.
Judging from Ginya's actions, she clearly fears the future and knows she can't win, so she wanted to lure me here and take advantage of my hallucinations to kill me. In other words, this was all premeditated; she has indeed been waiting for me for a long time. If the person who instructed her to do this was Bin Laden, then I really understand less and less what this terrorist is trying to do.
Putting aside my pointless complaints, I walked forward, groping my way forward in the darkness. But after walking more than ten steps, I didn't kick or touch anyone, nor did I hear a single groan. Ginya, who should have fallen and been injured, had simply vanished?
(Impossible, they must have run further in! They probably crawled, and they'll run into it as they go deeper.)
The passage is just a straight line, with no branches or other exits. If someone isn't here, besides running deeper, could they fly up into the sky? I didn't pay too much attention and just continued to grope my way forward, but I was more alert, afraid that another dagger would appear in the darkness. If the Ice Orchid Scorpion was as unreliable as the Sage's Bracelet, I'd be in big trouble.
As I walked, a cold wind suddenly blew by. The darkness ahead remained endless, but then it opened up into a vast space. Although there was no light source, it wasn't damp; the air was remarkably dry, with a peculiar smell, very much like…
“…Tsk, the smell of dried blood.”
In an instant, I felt a chill run down my spine, realizing where I was. As the inheritor of erotic magic, this was the final destination of my quest to find my roots. The last blood and hatred of erotic magic resided in this place. After a long search, I had finally arrived.
Standing here, I felt no magical fluctuations. Perhaps the defensive mechanisms of the Creation Artifact had failed, or perhaps this final place wouldn't reject the inheritors of erotic magic, allowing me to use magic here without fear of backlash.
Suddenly, I remembered that if I could use magic, I could use magical artifacts for lighting. I considered taking out the magic crystal from my pocket, but then decided against it, not wanting to see everything too clearly.
In the darkness, I heard faint metallic clanging sounds, like instruments of torture, shackles, and chains. Following the sound, I saw two coffins and four objects vaguely resembling human figures—well…
human figures, but not complete ones. Each one was missing a part, and one was completely dismembered.
Chains and copper hooks crisscrossed these bodies, a gruesome sight. Just looking at it made me feel like I'd entered a butcher shop. I was even more grateful I hadn't brought any light; otherwise, seeing the skinning, dismemberment, and tendon-ripping would have made me vomit, even if I didn't scream. If
such mutilated corpses could be displayed so carelessly outside, what was inside those two coffins was probably even worse. If I'm not mistaken, they likely contained countless poisonous insects and demons, with extremely long lifespans. Even after thousands of years, they could continue to parasitize the host's body, constantly traversing the host's internal organs, blood vessels, and nerves. Even after the host's brain had died, the symbiotic body could still be alive and kicking.
Stitching eyes and mouth, pulling out tendons and peeling skin, or countless demonic insects drilling into my internal organs and blood vessels to lay eggs—which is more terrifying? Which is more painful? I can't estimate. The only thing I'm sure of is that I don't want to try either.
I stand here quietly, feeling a chill run down my spine. Speculating on the situation back then, Famit probably wanted to destroy this place. As for why he didn't, or couldn't, I can't guess the exact reason, but it's definitely related to Queen Catherine. That woman's cunning is too formidable. If she had devised a situation that left Famit with no way out, or even simply deceived him into not knowing this place existed, it's all possible.
However, fate is fickle. Catherine probably couldn't have predicted that Famit would pull off a miraculous comeback, returning to the world five hundred years after his death to entrust his regrets to his current successor.
"...So it all comes down to me. Thinking about it, it's really unlucky. I haven't taken anything good from you, yet I'm working like a dog, risking my life every day, just to clean up the mess left by the founder..."
Thinking about the hardships I endured in Solancia, I can't help but shed a tear of bitterness and want to complain a bit, which is perfectly normal. But complaining aside, I won't forget what I have to do, because... having seen the events of five hundred years ago, and looking at these things in front of me, even someone as cold-hearted as me can't help but feel something.
"Fine! I'll do it for you for free this time. When I die, I'll take your ghostly boat and not only give you a discount, but you'll also treat me to a midnight snack!"
After venting my frustration, I began my summons: "Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I sign a contract with you. Please lend me your power, obey me, take form and appear! Come forth, Hell's God of Lust, Water and Fire Spider!"
A spider the size of a cart wheel appeared, obeying my command and spewing flames in all directions. Under normal circumstances, destroying this place would be extremely difficult. The corpses and coffins appear ordinary and lack any protective magic array, but they are themselves supreme evil entities. If anyone attempts to attack them, they will immediately unleash a terrifying evil force to retaliate. They might even cast curses against the enemy's malice before the enemy even gets close, killing them on the spot.
The Water-Fire Demon Spider and the Dark Summoning Beast are far too different in level. The flames they spew should theoretically be unable to reach the six dark remains, but the flames, like burning rotten wood, instantly turned the six remains, along with the coffins, into six raging flames. Clearly, the owners of these bodies knew exactly why I had come.
To be more precise, these remains cannot be called corpses. The fundamental principle of Dark Summoning is that the soul host exists between life and death, eternally suffering and endlessly sinking into oblivion. Therefore, although these remains resembled mummies, they still possessed life, clinging to life beyond death. In the instant they were engulfed in flames, I saw those mummified body parts begin to twitch and spasm, seemingly emitting agonizing howls, sending chills down my spine.
Fortunately, this horrific scene did not last long. Having actively cast aside their magical protection, the mummified corpse was nothing more than a mummified corpse. Under the raging flames, it was quickly burned to ashes. In the towering flames, I saw something strange. Thick smoke rose from the fire, coalescing into a vague shape—the images of six stunningly beautiful women. They wore smiles… not all of them, of course; the most aloof one remained expressionless… Six ethereal figures slowly ascended into the sky, freed from centuries of suffering.
I don't know if they ascended to heaven, or… if they still held onto their initial love, drifting to the sea to continue their predestined relationship with the one they had longed for for centuries. From this perspective, the patriarch was truly farsighted. On the surface, he was sailing the sea with his lifelong love, but in reality... the ghost ship could ferry the souls of the dead, and the souls of these six confidantes might have been conveniently drawn onto the ghost ship, where they could then live a life of boundless bliss with their wives and mistresses.
"Damn it, in the end, I'm just doing all this for nothing. These guys have no conscience, only caring about their own happy endings, not thinking about future generations at all..." I
was full of bitterness and complaints, unable to stop, but the situation didn't seem as bad as I thought. After the spirits ascended to heaven, a golden light flashed in mid-air, and something fell down, but instead of falling quickly to the ground, it drifted down like a feather, landing in my direction.
A thought struck me, and I reached out to catch it. The hazy golden light finally landed in my palm, revealing a golden crown. It was engraved with patterns, not overly complex in design, and without any jewels. It wasn't a particularly ornate crown, but the moment it touched my palm, the surging and unique magical energy immediately convinced me that this was undoubtedly a Creation Artifact.
One of the Seven Creation Artifacts—Proof of the Overlord!
After countless hardships, I had finally acquired another Creation Artifact, but before I could even rejoice for a few seconds, a terrifying, dry tremor caused my expression to change drastically.
"No, really? That's so cliché, they take the treasure and then kill everyone?"
All the unscrupulous characters in third-rate works do one thing: after the treasure is taken, they destroy the entire location. This isn't Famit's fault, but it's very much like Catherine's style. When the Dark Summoning Beast ceases to exist, the cave loses its supporting power and begins to collapse. It sounds simple, but the actual impact is like a landslide.
Rocks the size of a human head kept falling from above, and everything was shaking violently in all directions. In this situation, no amount of martial arts or magic mattered; the only thing I could do was run for my life.
The still-burning firelight provided some illumination, preventing me from running in complete darkness. I rushed out of the cave and ran through the dimly lit passage. Earlier, when I was heading in, I hadn't noticed anything unusual; I thought it was just a straight path. Now, running back by the firelight, I discovered that the passage had forks. I inwardly groaned, but I couldn't worry about that now. I rushed towards whichever path was
safe from falling rocks. I'm not exactly agile, but I was lucky enough to avoid being hit by any stones. Perhaps this is a perk for inheritors of erotic magic; otherwise, being summoned to do something and then immediately killed afterward is far too swift. This isn't how you streamline manpower.
After running wildly for what felt like forever, I finally stopped at a fork in the road, completely out of breath. The tremors here weren't as bad, so it seemed like it could hold out for a while. And even if it was about to collapse, I had no choice but to accept my fate. Not many mages are physically strong. Running like this, I hadn't even been crushed by rocks yet, but I was already panting to death.
"...Am I a pig?! I could have avoided running by myself. I could have just summoned the Water and Fire Spiders to carry me. They would have been faster than me running, right? And I wouldn't have been so tired."
I didn't have time to think when I was running for my life, but now I realize that the problem is quite serious. Even if I solve the running problem, I don't know how many forks I took along the way. If I take the wrong path, I will get lost, and the consequences will be severe. Even if I take the right path, the outside may be shrouded in black fog. Running out like that would be the same as jumping into a pot of boiling oil with a torch.
"Forget it, there's no point in thinking about it. I'll just summon the Water-Fire Demon Spider and get somewhere far away first. These lewd beasts are such a nuisance. Every time I summon them, it takes so much magic and stamina
. They come out, do their thing, and then disappear on their own without even asking me first." Just as I was about to summon the Water-Fire Demon Spider, I suddenly heard footsteps coming from the passage to my left. My heart skipped a beat, and I was on guard. As soon as I heard the whoosh of wind from my left, I dodged to the side, avoiding the dagger's thrust. I even managed to kick the assassin, sending him crashing into the stone wall. With my skills, I actually managed to win. This assassin's martial arts weren't just bad, they were absolutely terrible.
"Hahahaha, it's always the same routine. Did you think I'd get stabbed every time?"
Finally, it was my turn to be smug. Otherwise, every woman might think she could handle me like this from now on.
In this godforsaken place, there couldn't be anyone else attacking me. It was none other than Ms. Ginya, whom I had already failed with once. She had been kicked against the wall and was lying there unable to get up. I took the opportunity to do what I had always wanted to do... of course, not rape her.
"...Everything I see looks familiar all the time. I almost had to see a psychiatrist. I just wanted to see what you look like and why you look so familiar."
I grinned lewdly as I removed Ginya's veil. Because of the painful experience the mysterious woman in my dream had given me last time, I was especially careful, afraid that she might suddenly kick me in the groin and cause a disaster. Fortunately, this terrifying thought did not come true.
The veil fell, and before me appeared a face that seemed vaguely familiar. I did vaguely recognize that delicate face, but I couldn't quite place it. However, meeting those hateful eyes, a flood of memories washed over me, and suddenly I remembered that name.
"You are... Cui'e?"
It was a name I hadn't thought of in so long. I never even imagined I would ever see her again. The wife of Job Sheen, the garrison commander of Martinles Fortress, the sister of Xie Lian. We used despicable methods to lure her into depravity, causing the death of her beloved husband and leading to the fall of Martinles Fortress.
If it were me, I probably wouldn't feel guilty in that situation. After all, it wasn't my choice; I was forced and manipulated. But Cui'e's sense of morality was probably a million times stronger than mine. After experiencing all that, she was completely broken. If it weren't for the fact that she was pregnant with her husband's child, she probably would have committed suicide long ago.
Cui'e's looks weren't particularly outstanding. To me at the time, she was just a used woman, less attractive than even Xie Lian. So I gave her to my men to play with. Later, when news came back that I had encountered danger on the southeast coast of Alibuda and that my entire army had been wiped out, the two soldiers who were ordered to stay at the inn to guard Cui'e had a change of heart. They didn't even pay for the room and food and ran away with her in a menacing manner. After that, I never heard from Cui'e again.
Actually, if we really wanted to investigate, we might be able to find some clues. But in my eyes, Cui'e is not someone worth my attention, and those two soldiers aren't exactly good people either. They didn't take her away to keep her as a goddess at home; they probably sold her to a brothel after she got tired of it.
Judging from Cui'e's reaction, the truth is probably not far from what I expected. Even if she wasn't sold to a brothel, she should have been thoroughly exploited by those two soldiers. As for why she didn't become a prostitute, that obviously has nothing to do with the soldiers' kindness; she was rescued... Of course, the person who rescued her probably didn't have any good intentions either.
"I really can't believe it. If it weren't for this kind of environment, we should be celebrating with champagne right now. Someone who should have died long ago, whose bones could be used to make drums, has actually crawled back from hell. You..."
I really didn't expect that after saying these words, Cui'e, who was lying there limply, was ignited with anger. She pointed at my nose and started cursing me. Her imposing manner was like that of an angry lioness, and she almost pounced on me and bit off my nose.
Although Cui'e had every right to hate me, her curses were utterly unrefined, consisting of nothing more than curses like "may you die a horrible death," "may you meet a tragic end," and "may you die without a burial place." They were merely parroting human curses, lacking any originality from an elf. I've heard these kinds of curses countless times every day and am already used to them. I believe that if you were to summon Hua Guipo to hear them, she would probably just casually pick her ear
and leave. If these curses had any value, it was that I understood from them that when Cui'e was being raped daily by those two soldiers until she miscarried, a man appeared before her, easily knocked down the two soldiers, saved her life from massive blood loss, and even made her personally chop the two soldiers to pieces, slightly venting her hatred.
To get revenge completely, one must find the culprit. The man told Cui'e that revenge was not easy, but if she insisted, he could point her in the right direction. As long as Cui'e repaid his life-saving debt, secretly returned to Solancia, and did not contact any relatives or friends, she would serve in a secret place for several years. Then she would get the best time for revenge, and her enemy would be brought to her without any warning. Judging from the current situation, the man's promise has been fully fulfilled. The reason she has not been able to get revenge is simply because Cui'e herself is not capable enough.
(Damn Bin Laden, he's deliberately plotting against me! And... when he set this up, I was probably still collecting junk on the outskirts of the Southern Barbarians, I didn't even know him. What... what's his purpose in targeting me like this?)
Bin Laden isn't an ordinary character. His use of Cui'e against me goes beyond a simple prank; it has some kind of ulterior motive. Facing an enemy like him, if I'm not prepared, I'll definitely die a horrible death.
However, recalling how Bin Laden compared himself to a god on the Five-Colored Sailboat, displaying unparalleled charisma and omnipotence, I feel that no matter how well-prepared I am, I'll still die a horrible death if I face him.
Because I was in a bad mood, I didn't listen carefully to what Cui'e was saying. Anyway, it didn't really matter whether I listened or not; she probably didn't expect me to take it to heart anyway. Time passed quickly, and I patiently listened for a few minutes, which was the least I could do to show respect to a long-lost friend. But given that the earthquake was still raging here, it wasn't a good environment for conversation, so I had to interrupt.
"Enough!"
"Never enough! I'll keep an eye on you until I drag you down to hell!"
"Go ahead and drag me if you dare, but if you don't, shut up. I'm running for my life. If you want to die, die here alone. If you really want revenge, come with me and leave this place. Survive first, and then you'll have a chance to get revenge."
I yelled, but Cui'e acted as if she didn't hear me. She still lunged at me like a madwoman, and I kicked her back. Seeing that the shaking here was getting more and more intense and that it was likely to collapse again soon, I didn't have the mood to talk nonsense with a cripple anymore. I hurriedly took out the letter from my pocket and threw it to Cui'e.
"This is a letter that Bin Laden asked me to bring to you. I've read it; it's just a blank sheet of paper. But since I accepted this commission, I'll give it to you."
The letter and envelope fell onto Cui'e. She seemed quite surprised that Bin Laden had sent someone to deliver the letter, and murmured, "...Lord Hou..."
Hearing Cui'e's voice, I suddenly felt something was amiss. When Cui'e mentioned the man who had instructed her to come here and prepared everything for her, she referred to him as "benefactor" or "that man." It sounded like she was deliberately not calling him by name for his safety. I also thought she was covering for Bin Laden and not saying it directly, but now when she mentioned Bin Laden, she called him "Lord Hou."
(What does this mean? Did she accidentally let it slip? Or... did I make a mistake? Perhaps they are two different people, not the same one...)
I had a bad feeling and was about to warn Cui'e when it happened. I had already opened and read the letter entrusted by Bin Laden, confirming that it was just a blank sheet of paper. According to my guess, this blank sheet of paper might contain magic, which would be activated when it came into contact with its target.
This guess came true at this moment. Cui'e picked up the blank sheet of paper, and a strange red light flashed on it. Then, the entire blank sheet of paper turned into a raging fire, burning anything it touched. The person holding the letter was the first to be affected. I heard Cui'e let out a heart-wrenching scream as she was engulfed by the flames, becoming a magnificent fireball.
The flames burned too fast. If I hadn't sensed something was wrong and been on high alert, I wouldn't have had time to act.
"Ancient lustful spirits, in the name of John Farrell, I enter into a contract with you. Lend me your power, submit to me, manifest yourself, and come forth, Hell's Goddess of Lust, Ice Orchid Jade Scorpion!"
The flames burning on the letter were extremely eerie, probably not something that could be extinguished by simply pouring water on them. I had no other choice but to place my hopes on this newest summoned beast. Sure enough, Ice Orchid Jade Scorpion succeeded once again. Frost and snow fell from the sky, and extreme cold descended instantly. The seemingly intense flames were immediately extinguished upon contact, turning into wisps of blue smoke.
The burning time was extremely short, and Cui'e was lucky to survive, but many parts of her body were charred black, and her injuries were very serious. Without immediate treatment, she was only one breath away from death. Logically speaking, her death was her own business; I should have been secretly pleased to have one less enemy who harbored such deep resentment towards me. But seeing her hanging by a thread, only one thought occupied my mind.
(No matter what the future holds, I cannot let her die here! Moreover, the secrets she is involved in are far from simple; if she dies like this, all the clues will be severed.)
With that in mind, things became very simple. I quickly activated the summoning spell, bringing the Water-Fire Demon Spider back to life. A giant spider, the size of a round table, appeared. I carried the heavily injured Cui'e onto its back. At this moment, the mountainside shook even more violently, with rocks falling everywhere. I hurriedly ordered the Water-Fire Spider to run at full speed, determined to leave as quickly as possible.
"Don't stories always say that bad guys make good guys wish they were dead? If that's the case, I won't let you die no matter what! Hold on to this breath!"
The Water-Fire Spider's eight claws moved like lightning. It looked like it was crawling, but its speed was like an arrow released from a bow, faster than a galloping horse. In the blink of an eye, it had covered dozens of feet. It seemed to be able to automatically detect the road. It immediately found the correct direction and path at the several forks in the road and quickly ran outwards.
Driven by the vigorous speed of the Water-Fire Spiders, I quickly left the cave. When I finally burst out of the cave and came into contact with the fresh air outside, there was only bright sunlight and no black fog.
◆ Episode 8: Wedding Night Candles. The beautiful bridesmaid.
That great demon had clearly surrounded the prison with black fog, so why did he suddenly withdraw? It was really puzzling, but I didn't care to pay attention to it. I drove the Water-Fire Spiders straight to the Valley of the Dead.
If the prison were still shrouded in darkness, even if I escaped, I would have nowhere to go and would ultimately be captured. But the Great Demon Lord dispelled all the darkness, giving me an opportunity. I can't understand this at all. Logically, the most likely explanation for this is that something went wrong around the Great Demon Lord, and he could no longer attend to the situation here, forcing him to release the darkness back, or perhaps...
"Oh no! Could he have launched an attack on us ahead of schedule?"
Panicked, I ran back at full speed, fearing that when I returned to the Valley of the Dead, I would see the entire valley shrouded in black fog, mountains of corpses, and the horrific scene of our complete annihilation. In my anxiety, I didn't even have time to think about where the future lay. All I could do was launch rockets and fireworks into the sky. If the kid saw them, he would find a way back on his own, as we had agreed before.
We rushed back to the canyon. Although the Water-Fire Spider was incredibly fast, it wasn't exactly known for its high-speed running. This frantic rush had overexerted it; as we neared the canyon, it began foaming at the mouth and emitting smoke. Even standing on its back felt scalding hot.
Soon after, exhausted, the Water-Fire Spider vanished in an instant. Holding the heavily injured Cui'e, I collapsed to the ground, cursing inwardly. This Water-Fire Spider had no professional ethics; it disappeared without a word, far worse than the previous horde of lewd beasts.
Thankfully, looking out into the distance, the Valley of the Dead remained peaceful, as if nothing had happened. My worst fears had not been realized. When I finally carried Cui'e back to the valley, a large group of elves greeted me, and Lun Fei'er arrived shortly after. Seeing them, I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the valley was safe and sound.
When Lunfield saw the "black man" I was holding, he was greatly surprised: "This...who is this? Is it Future?"
"Yes, this is Future. You don't recognize him after just one short trip?"
"How did he get burned like this? And...why is he two sizes bigger?"
"Good question. Next time you run into that old monster, go ask him yourself."
After exchanging a few words with Lunfield, the witch Hua Gengsha came out after hearing the commotion. I hurriedly went up to her and asked her to help. As a wicked healer, Hua Gengsha possessed exceptional insight and naturally wouldn't see Cui'e as the future. On the contrary, she beamed with delight, exclaiming, "Great! This material is excellent. Did you specially bring me the first material for the Merit Society? I'll get started right away, first the vaginal reconstruction, then the skin graft treatment. Come on, help me take off her underwear."
"...Ghost hag, compared to when you first appeared, how come you're getting funnier and funnier? Are you going to switch to being a clown in the future?"
Such words could only be said in jest. Compared to Hua Gengsha becoming a clown, the chances of us here becoming dead are much higher. I stopped Hua Gengsha from removing the severely injured woman's underwear and asked her to treat this woman, who was barely clinging to life, and to do everything she could to bring her back to life. Afterwards, someone came to report that Zhizhi had regained consciousness.
"Oh! That's wonderful!"
There couldn't be better news, and I rushed over. Once Zhizhi awoke, she immediately got to work. With Leng Linglan's assistance, she began adjusting the Doomsday Dragon. The two of them were currently in the warehouse where the Doomsday Dragon was stored.
When I excitedly pushed open the door, the first thing I saw was that long-lost sweet smile. To be honest, it hadn't been that long since we'd been apart, but all I'd seen of her these past few days was her sleeping face trapped inside the crystal. Only now did I finally see her smile.
"I knew you would come to save me. I've always believed that, and you really did."
These were Zhizhi's first words to me, and hearing them truly warmed my heart. I hadn't done all this for Zhizhi's sake, but hearing her say that still filled me with pride. From beginning to end, I had kept my promise in Salar City. For a girl who was willing to put her heart into me, I had done everything in my power to protect her and hadn't let her down.
Wearing a work uniform, Zhizhi pounced on me, giving me a tight hug. Her petite and slender body warmed me as we pressed together, and everything felt so wonderful. If anything was better than before, it was that compared to that night in Sara, there was now a beautiful woman beside me.
Leng Linglan stood to the side, smiling as she watched us, genuinely happy for our reunion. This was something she could never have imagined before; such is the wonder of human change.
Holding Zhizhi's petite and slender body felt incredibly comfortable. If I could, I really wanted to do something else as well, but firstly, I was worried about Leng Linglan being there, and secondly, I had just passed through the trial cave and witnessed so many thrilling scenes that I wasn't quite at peace. I was also afraid that something unexpected might have happened on the great demon's side, and that he might suddenly launch a large-scale attack. So I had to suppress my evil thoughts and deal with the important matter at hand first.
"Could you tell me about that war dragon first..."
As I spoke, I glanced at it to make sure the doomsday war dragon was still standing upright in that ridiculous shape, just like the model. I couldn't tell if Zhizhi had made any adjustments to it. However, I'm not an expert in this area, so it's normal that I couldn't tell. Just as I was about to ask about the work progress, Leng Linglan suddenly reached out her hand, stopping me from continuing.
"Don't talk about that. Now is the time
to talk about serious matters." "Huh? Uh... I'm talking to you guys about serious matters. What could be more important than this?"
"Of course there is, for example..."
As Leng Linglan spoke, Zhizhi, who was embracing me, suddenly made a move. She squatted down and pulled down my pants, revealing what was supposed to be exposed.
"You guys..."
Before I could even complain, Leng Linglan had already moved first, coordinating with Zhizhi's actions, and grabbed my upper body. Her round, fleshy breasts pressed against my chest, and looking down, I could see that her cleavage was already bent and deformed, her two snow-white breasts, layered and almost bursting out.
No matter how many times I saw this scene, it would make my blood boil. My hand, which was placed behind Leng Linglan's back, happened to cup her pert buttocks. As our bodies rubbed against each other, my fingertips slipped inside her pants, touching her smooth buttocks. I was shocked to find that she wasn't wearing any underwear. My heart skipped a beat, and my penis immediately became erect.
Originally, this thrust should have landed on Leng Linglan's lower abdomen, but the penis was being held in Zhizhi's palm. Influenced by the "Hand of God's" innate ability, it was both tingling and burning, and seemed even harder than usual, feeling like a steel rod, so hard that even she could hardly bear it.
"What about us? You're already this hard, you're not going to say you don't want it, are you?"
Leng Linglan said with a smile, her expression charming and alluring, her lips as red as peach blossoms. Seeing her slightly parted lips, I couldn't help myself. Before she could close her lips after speaking, I immediately kissed her lips, my tongue darting into her mouth to tease her tongue; my hands also boldly reached completely into her shorts, vigorously kneading her two delicate buttocks.
My lips were kissed, and Leng Linglan offered no resistance whatsoever, responding proactively, rubbing against my upper body incessantly, her fragrant tongue intertwining with mine, her soft breasts rubbing against me, making my heart itch unbearably…
While we were passionately kissing, I glanced down at Zhizhi's delicate features, her oval face was fair and clean, her elven ears were pointed and long, paired with a pair of bright, watery eyes, small, slightly upturned lips, and flawless skin, plus a head of orange hair, she was indeed an outstanding elven beauty.
With her striking looks and eye-catching attire, Zhizhi wasn't wearing the work uniform she wore inside the crystal, whether intentionally or not. She wore a white U-neck silk top, revealing a deep cleavage and the faint outline of a pale purple bra—a half-cup bra that just covered her nipples. Her
upper body was incredibly sexy. Zhizhi wore low-waisted, super-short blue shorts, and she was holding my penis in her hands, rubbing it rapidly. Besides feeling the supreme, undulating stimulation, I was also watching her breasts tremble with each movement.
In terms of breast size and shape, Leng Linglan and Zhi Zhi truly lived up to their sisterly bond; both possessed perfectly rounded C-cup breasts. Zhi Zhi's skin was fairer, while Leng Linglan's breasts were firmer. However, because Zhi Zhi was much smaller, her breasts appeared exceptionally large and particularly stimulating.
Just as I was enjoying the sight, the stimulation in my lower body suddenly intensified several times over. Looking down, I saw that Zhi Zhi was not only rubbing my scrotum with her soft, smooth palms, but also opening her small mouth to take the tip of my penis into her mouth, her nimble tongue quickly entangling itself around it.
"Tsk...tsk...tsk..."
A sweet and lovely elven beauty was moving her small mouth up and down on my penis, her eyes occasionally glancing at me, sending me seductive glances. This sweet scene was incredibly touching, but I couldn't concentrate on enjoying it because Leng Linglan, who had been passionately kissing me, suddenly tore open my shirt and kissed me down on the chest, joining Zhizhi in a true pincer attack.
"Is it comfortable?"
Leng Linglan looked up, her eyes full of laughter.
"Hmm... that's a really good move, did you two plan this?" I said, stroking Leng Linglan's black hair.
"Don't worry about that. You've risked your life out there, this is a little reward for you. You won't say anything that would spoil the mood, will you?" "
I understand men risking their lives out there, this isn't like you, um..."
Halfway through her sentence, Zhizhi breathed on the penis, the hot breath from her mouth spraying onto it. The penis, exposed to the cold air, was stimulated and immediately swelled up a little more. Zhizhi stuck out her tongue and licked the mucus secreted from the opening of the penis, and laughed, "After waking up and hearing the Second Princess talk about your relationship, I simply couldn't believe it. Things in this world can be so unexpected."
"Haha, turning enemies into friends, everyone likes to do it, this is not surprising, on the contrary..."
After the continuous stimulation, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and decided to take the initiative. Leng Linglan noticed my intention, covered her laughter and stepped aside. Zhizhi, who was sucking my breath, couldn't get away in time and was knocked to the ground by me. She only cried out before her blue shorts were pulled down, revealing two white and tender buttocks like newly peeled eggs.
"On the contrary, today you two were both fucked by me... no, you took the initiative to fuck me. This is something you wouldn't have imagined, not even I would have thought of it, hahaha!"
I laughed as I began to manipulate Zhizhi. Zhizhi was pinned beneath me, her snowy buttocks directly in contact with my penis. Of course, she knew what I was going to do and quickly said, "No, Your Highness is of noble status. Even if we're going to do it, you can't come to me first. That's not proper. You go find her first!" Although she said that, Zhizhi's buttocks were still slowly swaying, rubbing her flesh against my hard penis.
I ignored her words and turned to look at Leng Linglan. I saw her covering her mouth and smiling, but giving me a thumbs up, seemingly very supportive. If that's the case, how could I not act? I dipped the mushroom in the fairy maiden's nectar and began to squeeze it into her already wet flower valley.
As soon as the mushroom entered the entrance of her flower valley, Zhizhi opened her mouth wide and exclaimed, "Ah...slow down...it's been too long since anything has gone in..." So I slowed down, pulled out a little bit before going in again, and after doing this several times, I finally inserted it all the way in, but a small part was still sticking out.
As I slowly thrust in and out, I asked, "Haven't had anything inserted in a while? I believe Lun Fei'er won't touch you, but didn't the Second Princess insert anything?"
Leng Linglan, who had been secretly laughing to herself, immediately sensed something was wrong when she heard me say this and tried to signal me to stop. However, Zhizhi had her eyes closed, enjoying the gradually increasing, long-awaited pleasure. Hearing my question, she didn't suspect anything and answered softly, "Yes... but the princess is very considerate." "Well, the things I took weren't very big, it's... um, I secretly made them based on your shape and size..."
I laughed loudly upon hearing this: "All the men in Alibaba guessed right, you two really are secretly having a homosexual relationship, playing the same tricks as the Japanese."
Zhizhi realized she had been tricked and had been tricked into revealing her secret. She was both anxious and ashamed, but before she could explain herself, I quickened my pace. The intense pleasure rushed to her brain,
and all she could manage was a series of soft moans, unable to utter a complete sentence. I saw Zhizhi arch her back due to the intense pleasure, so I took the opportunity to reach her breasts and vigorously rubbed them. The full and soft feel was indeed intoxicating. So I pulled up the silk shirt that she hadn't taken off, and unhooked her light purple bra from behind, exposing her two C-cups to the air.
Because Zhizhi was bent over and lying face down, her breasts appeared even larger. I held one breast in each hand, increasing my speed and inserting the remaining part completely inside her, thrusting deeply and repeatedly, almost making Zhizhi roll her eyes.
Leng Linglan stood to the side, her eyes hazy, watching Zhizhi and me make love. Her gaze lingered on Zhizhi's chest, becoming increasingly intoxicated as the two mounds of white, rabbit-like flesh swayed up and down, her breathing becoming heavy.
I watched Leng Linglan's expression, secretly amused, and thrust even harder, saying, "Zhizhi, your breasts seem to have gotten bigger than before. You don't have a man, how did they get so big? Could it be that your fake boyfriend made them this big? Do you two hide away every day to rub your breasts?"
"Ah...no, not every day, maybe once every three or five days...ah..."
"You two sluts, besides rubbing your breasts, don't you do anything else?"
"...Your Highness...every time...she lets me...let me..."
Before Zhizhi could finish speaking, Leng Linglan suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Zhizhi's chin, and forcefully kissed her most intimate subordinate's lips. It was so sudden that I was stunned while thrusting, secretly praising how unbelievable it was for them to be so lewd, truly worthy of their blood relation.
The stimulation was intense, especially on Zhizhi. Leng Linglan's deep kiss caused Zhizhi to climax immediately, her body trembling uncontrollably, gushing out streams of vaginal fluid, culminating in a scream she couldn't quite utter. Having
finished with Zhizhi, I was naturally satisfied, but I knew I couldn't linger too long; I had other business to attend to. However, I hadn't ejaculated yet, and they had clearly intended for a threesome. If I didn't do it again, I didn't know if I'd ever have another chance like this.
People die for money, birds die for food; my principle isn't that complicated—I just want to die under a peony flower, even as a ghost, I'll be romantic. Knowing I should act rationally, I couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful woman. Even if I couldn't have Leng Linglan and Zhizhi taking turns with me, I had to finish with Leng Linglan. Otherwise, if I couldn't even overcome this small obstacle today, how could I possibly get Yueying and Leng Linglan into bed together for a threesome in the future?
These thoughts flashed through my mind as Leng Linglan began to take off her clothes, revealing her body, which was as strong as a female leopard's due to years of martial arts training. My blood was boiling, and I was about to leave Zhizhi when she hugged me tightly, telling me to be patient.
"Patience? Is there something good waiting for me?"
I was quite surprised. I saw Leng Linglan glance in my direction with a peculiar expression, then she lay flat on a table, her round, firm buttocks facing me.
Although she didn't explain, I could guess what she was up to. I suddenly felt a surge of excitement, a feeling of receiving a great gift. But... had she experienced some kind of trauma? How could she be playing around like this even after Zhizhi had been revived?
"It's time, groom, let's go to the bridal chamber. You can't keep spending time on the bridesmaids, that's against the rules,"
Zhizhi said with a laugh, giving me a nudge to pull me away from her. I stepped back, my increasingly erect member throbbing, and walked towards Leng Linglan, coming up behind her.
I was already very familiar with Leng Linglan's body, but every time I gazed at her, I could still feel her allure. She was lying there now, her hair flowing down, and I stroked her round, firm buttocks with both hands, giving them a squeeze—tender yet firm, they felt so good!
Speaking of the beauty of buttocks, I like Ah Xue's white, plump, and fleshy buttocks the most, which are the most attractive. But Leng Linglan's firm buttocks have no excess fat, they are round and perky. Due to years of martial arts training, they are smooth and elastic to the touch. And in the cleft of her buttocks, the little chrysanthemum bud is faintly visible...
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. To see more clearly, I used both hands to separate her two buttocks, and a beautiful chrysanthemum finally appeared in front of me.
Circles of lines radiate out from the center, and the color is light pink. I gently touched it with my index finger, and the chrysanthemum opening retracted straight inward, slowly opening and closing like a sea cucumber.
This stunningly beautiful woman, with her buttocks raised, lay before me. The special significance of this moment truly gave me a nervous feeling, like that of a wedding night.
I spread the flesh of Princess Leng's buttocks apart, widening her anus as much as possible, and gently pushed my middle finger into her anus. Only one knuckle had entered when the inner walls of her anus contracted tightly, gripping my finger firmly. I pushed my finger in forcefully until it was fully inserted.
Leng Linglan's vaginal canal was unusually tight, which was the most delightful aspect I savored. In comparison, while her anus was also tight, it couldn't compare to the wonder of the front. Only the novelty of being untouched held a unique significance.
My middle finger slowly moved in and out of her anus like during sex. After a few minutes, her anus adapted to the finger's movements, gradually warming up and softening, making it seem like it could accept penetration.
"Is it okay? If you keep sticking your butt out so high, will brother come in?"
Leng Linglan didn't speak, but she pushed her snow-white buttocks back a couple of times, urging me to enter. Although her lack of response was a bit disappointing, silence spoke louder than words at that moment.
I adjusted my position behind Leng Linglan, my penis still coated with the honeyed fluid of the zhizhi, the best lubricant. Then, I held her hips with both hands, using my two thumbs to spread her buttocks apart, lifting my wet penis, and pressing the hot, throbbing shaft against her tight anus. After pressing back and forth for a while, it finally found its place.
With a thrust of my lower body, "plop," I finally squeezed the shaft into Princess Leng's anus. It clenched tightly, and I heard her groan, as if she had been slashed by an enemy. Her tense body trembled uncontrollably, and even I could feel her pain.
At the tip of the penis, I felt a warm flow, which I guessed was the first time her anus was opened. At this moment, there was no point in saying anything else, so I took a deep breath and slowly pushed my penis deeper into her rectum. This tight, hot sensation was indeed very alluring. Although there wasn't the astonishing amount of fluid at the beginning, the temperature was much higher, making it uniquely wonderful.
Initially, the anal sphincter was the tightest, making it very difficult to break through. But once the penis entered the rectum, it offered no resistance, allowing me to penetrate deeply. The sphincter muscles around the anus felt incredibly good on my penis. The hot, moist passage tightly enveloped it. If it weren't for the fact that I'd been making love with Leng Linglan day and night for the past few days and had become accustomed to the strong pressure of her vagina, I probably would have already ejaculated.
I steadied myself, pushed hard inside, all the way to the base of my penis, took another breath, and, holding her snow-white buttocks with both hands, slowly began to thrust in and out of Leng Linglan's anus.
At that moment, I could faintly hear sounds outside, as if some commotion was taking place. The warehouse has thick rock walls and good sound insulation, so if outside noises can reach here, the commotion must be quite significant. Logically speaking, either the old hag has caused some trouble outside, or... a powerful demon has come to attack.
(If that powerful demon comes, that'll be terrible! The fire's already raging outside, and I'm still here fucking my sister's ass. If a bunch of them rush in, it'll be a mess.)
I hesitated, but then Zhizhi came up behind me, her naked, fragrant body pressed against mine. Her soft, youthful form, her delicate scent, was more stimulating than any aphrodisiac. Especially when she moved in front of me, her breath sweet as orchids, kissing my chest, the rush of heat to my head made me forget everything else. I dropped everything and thrust with all my might.
"Mmm... Brother... You... You move..."
Leng Linglan endured the pain and urged me to move. The smell of blood stimulated me, and my movements became more and more violent. I grabbed Leng Linglan's long hair and, like riding a horse, fucked this beauty from behind. My penis went in and out of her anus. My left hand pulled her long hair back and forth like I was holding a rope, while my right hand reached to her chest and caressed and kneaded her pair of round and beautiful breasts.
Riding on this pretty horse, my desire to conquer reached its peak. I pumped hard again and again. My penis frequently went in and out of the girl's anus. During the fierce intercourse, the beautiful elf girl also played a supporting role. She was busy with me, and then went to Leng Linglan, kissing and caressing me. If this was really a wedding night, she would be the most competent bridesmaid.
Finally, I held up my penis and used the most humiliating position to have intercourse like a male and a female dog. I fucked Princess Leng’s snow-white ass frequently. While fucking her, I drove her forward and pushed the table forward. I had never thought about such a scene of conquest pleasure.
"...Ah...Brother...Ah...I'm going to die...I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore...Ah...My ass is about to split open...Ah...Sister...Ah..."
The delicate moans, combined with the animalistic urges, made the penis harder and harder, but the commotion outside was frequent. People were shouting and fighting, there were explosions, and people were screaming in agony before they died. The situation was quite serious, a very fierce battle. I couldn't help but pay attention and wanted to end this enjoyment as soon as possible.
Suddenly, a strange warm current emanated from Princess Leng's anus, passing through my penis and entering my body. This sensation was extremely peculiar, and I shuddered. After thrusting in and out of Leng Linglan's tight, narrow, and hot anus more than twenty times, my penis began to ejaculate.
"Mmm..."
Zhizhi moved closer at the opportune moment, pressing her fair and tender body against mine. Her snow-white C-cup breasts rubbed against my chest, and she engaged in a passionate kiss with me, frequently emitting charming moans. I subconsciously pulled Leng Linglan's long hair back, and my penis plunged deep into her anus. My penis contracted and expanded, spurting out a large amount of hot semen, all of it shooting into the newly opened virgin anus.
After ejaculation, my penis gradually softened and slowly withdrew. Looking at Leng Linglan's exhausted appearance, her fair and tender buttocks were speckled with red spots, which truly made me feel sorry for her. My heart stirred, and I wanted to speak, but Leng Linglan got up on her own, staring at me with worry in her eyes.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?"
"Me? How could I be alright? You just lost your virginity, your body is still..."
The words slipped out, and only then did I notice that Leng Linglan's face was pale. After just one round of intercourse, she was clearly exhausted, which was quite strange.
It was obvious that Leng Linglan was extremely unfit for battle at this moment. Not only was her internal energy depleted, but her body had also just lost its virginity, the pain hindering her movements. How could she possibly fight?
"Damn it!"
Zhizhi, who had gone to check the situation at the door, rushed back, only wrapped in a long piece of cloth she had just torn off. Her expression was panicked: "It's foggy outside! That great monster is attacking!"
This was truly the worst news. The situation I feared had finally occurred. With a fierce battle imminent, Leng Linglan's condition not only weakened our fighting force but might also make escape difficult. This was a huge problem.
"What do we do now? Is there a back door? The three of us should try to escape first!"
I was thinking of making a run for it, but Leng Linglan struggled to get up and change, seemingly ready to rush out and fight. I tried to stop her, but then I suddenly heard wild laughter coming from outside.
"...Form and spirit united, this great power... I will be even stronger, I can be even stronger..."
The laughter was arrogant; it was the voice of that great demon. It seemed his soul's return to his body was progressing faster than expected, and he had attacked earlier than anticipated, and his power was also greater than before. This was truly our bad luck.
However, things are unpredictable, and what goes up must come down. Just as the wild laughter was deafening, making our ears ring, it suddenly turned into a wail.
"...My...my body...Aaaaaaah..."
The screams finally erupted into a massive explosion. The shockwave was so strong that the warehouse door cracked open, and the ground trembled violently, almost causing us to lose our footing. But after the explosion, the clouds dispersed outside the warehouse, revealing a clear blue sky. All the black mist was gone, leaving only our utter astonishment.
...Could it be that we were really that lucky? The great demon self-destructed, and everything ended just like that?

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