Alibuda Chronicles Volume 21: Chapter 2 The Female Beast God

A colossal, towering, dark green vine, its tip disappearing into the high-altitude clouds, its massive diameter resembling that of an ancient tree, sprawled with countless intricate "branches." Ten feet above its base, a rounded, jade-like body emerged.

Dozens of tentacles of varying thickness coiled around this soft, white female form, preventing her from writhing excessively. Several particularly unusual tentacles, their tips resembling roots, had already assimilated with the body's limbs and back, making her a part of this vengeful vine, even... its core.

The tentacles wrapped around the woman's chest, binding her full breasts until they swelled as if about to burst. Her long, flowing, purplish-red hair, almost exceeding the length of her torso, writhed and danced like a living, serpentine creature under the influence of evil energy, 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 smooth, snow-white skin was so thin one could almost see the throbbing of her uterus. A triangular bulge emanated from her lower abdomen, and glistening fluids dripped from her round, snowy buttocks, trickling down the vines. The tentacles, touched by the fluids, seemed to come alive, dancing wildly.

In the darkness, this scene was exceptionally striking. I imagine even the rebel fleet far beyond Fengling Island could see a snow-white female body undulating and swaying on the dark green vines, seemingly struggling, yet also wantonly displaying her sexy and alluring nakedness; her body covered in sweat, her soft, boneless form resembling a gleaming white snake, both erotic and demonic.

"Evil Lotus..."

I murmured softly, but I knew in my heart that this couldn't be the Evil Lotus regaining its senses for a touching reunion. It was definitely the Ghost Ship's scattered attacks being ineffective against me, so it concentrated all its evil power, manifesting its most powerful human-pillar key to launch a main attack.

As for who controlled whom in this situation, it was no longer important, because the Evil Lotus's soul had probably already been devoured by the Ghost Ship, submerged in the aggregated consciousness of millions of undead. The alluring body floating in the vines was less the Evil Lotus and more a human-pillar 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 pearly 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—the resentment of the Evil Lotus herself towards me, and the envy and hatred of countless dead for the living. After that glance filled with unspeakable hatred, the Evil Lotus suddenly raised its head and let out a shrill, mournful howl.

The howl pierced the heavens, tearing at the sorrowful clouds and bloody mist. The cold wind intensified, and the thick, dark clouds swirled and collapsed towards the ground like a giant funnel, containing a corpse aura that extinguished all life. I was on the deck, and suddenly felt the temperature around me plummet. A layer of frost instantly formed on the deck, and the bone-chilling cold made me shiver violently. My blood and qi surged uncontrollably. If I hadn't been protected by the shield of holy light, that howl alone would have left me bleeding from all seven orifices and dying on the spot.

The immense resentment of countless dead souls, gathered and used through the image of the beautiful woman's head, was indeed far more powerful than when scattered into various demonic beasts. Under the Evil Lotus's control, 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 these combined torrents of attacks put me under 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 emanating 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 virtually 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 anticipated, 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 manifest yourself."

When 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 them with physical force.

Supported by the surging holy light energy, the two gods of lust underwent a transformation, 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' ice-fire sprays and bee stings, scattered and destroyed one by one.

As the fierce battle raged on, Xie Lian, taking advantage of the distance the two lewd divine beasts had created, launched a surprise attack. A ten-foot-long white bone dragon spirit appeared out of thin air, swooping down from behind to sandwich me.

The idea of using Lustful Movement to defeat the dragon spirit was unrealistic, but a higher level of Lustful Movement was suitable for this situation.

"Lustful Wave!"

Combining 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 rebel 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 area where the eye could not see clearly. It was as if it was shrouded in a thick black fog, or as if it was under tremendous pressure, forcing out all the seawater inside, forming a strange space of its own.

The giant dragon may have vanished, its disintegration revealing the inner palace of the sea god, stubbornly resisting the ghost ship's call to reunify with its remaining strength. Li Huamei and the Black Dragon King are likely still within that black mist, continuing their unfinished battle. Even from a distance, obscured by the mist, I could still faintly see Li Huamei's golden sword energy flashing within it.

A battle between the strongest, a direct clash of eighth-level power—the destruction caused was truly earth-shattering, beyond anything to conceal. I noticed these changes, but could do nothing. 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 struck 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, it is possible to directly invoke the power of the gods, either by borrowing their power to descend to the mortal realm, possess them, or manifest ethereal forms. Although still subject to considerable limitations and unable to fully unleash the power of the gods, it is potentially a thousand times more powerful than ordinary magic that borrows divine power.

(Directly summoning a dark god to descend? That's going too far! How... how can I possibly handle that?)

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 that?

But the situation didn't allow me to think about it. In the brief moment of my hesitation, 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 bizarre in shape. One resembled 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 only blue fangs and triangular silver eyes vaguely visible. Judging from the oppressive aura it exuded, it was likely 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. What a terrifying level of power that must have been!

(No 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 spells 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 isn't 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, burdened by immense pressure, remained blank. It was as if the Black Dragon King was standing before me, his massive hand already gripping my throat. Under such direct and deadly pressure, what could I possibly do? What tricks could I devise to cope?

Simultaneously, four enormous phantoms, each over ten feet tall, emitted a high-frequency sound wave that entered my ears, like thousands of tiny needles repeatedly piercing my brain, causing excruciating pain that nearly made me collapse to the ground. And this was merely the prelude. At the same time as this brain-piercing sound wave was emitted, the holy light shield that had protected me until now was rapidly compressed, its original seven-foot protective range reduced to just over a 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 at 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 erosion was extremely greedy for my blood and vital energy, frantically draining it without reservation. I initially mistook it for an enemy attack, but I quickly realized it wasn't. The darkness surrounding me suddenly retreated several feet.

The darkness receded, but the fading light didn't extend its 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 in which both magic and martial arts reached their peak. Summoning dark gods and casting apocalyptic curses were legendary and powerful forbidden spells that had been used by masters. But in the end, the only god-like figure recognized by everyone as invincible in his time was still Famit Xiu Kamu, "the most lecherous magician in history." And the ultimate move that accompanied him through countless battles and defeated 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 Female Bee suddenly changed, their original beast-like bodies rapidly writhing and mutating. In a daze, the outline of those half-human, half-beast creatures seemed 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 mutated two summoned beasts. When those two fair, bare backs appeared before me, their graceful curves aroused a strong desire in me. I wanted to know what kind of seductive beauty the mutated beauties of the summoned beasts would have.

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 yellow crystal 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 activity... seems to be myself, right?

(This is bad! These two summoned beasts don't listen to me at all. If they keep absorbing energy like this, how can I hold on? I'll be dried up before the enemy even has a chance to attack...)

My savior had turned into a death knell, hastening my demise. Terrified, my previously blank mind finally conjured a fleeting thought. Ignoring the risks, I concentrated the remaining light energy within me, compressing it to its absolute limit, causing it to surge wildly past its critical point.

As I did this, the illusory images of dark gods surrounding me moved in unison. Amidst the piercing, high-frequency shrieks, the swirling, funnel-shaped clouds were once again pulled down, revealing the狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) images of countless undead spirits emerging from the darkness. Accompanied by ferocious will-o'-the-wisps, a torrent of blood, and invisible curses, they surged forth like a stampede of ten thousand horses, crashing down from all sides. The howling winds and the obscuring clouds made it seem as if the entire world was roaring at me, determined to annihilate me.

At the same time, the two summoned beasts before and behind me also moved in unison. Based on my perception as the manipulator, I knew they weren't intentionally protecting me. They were simply stirred by the long-awaited spectacle of battle, their fighting spirit ignited, eager to unleash their power once more and remind the world of their dominance over the world five hundred years ago.

The two alluring figures before and behind me both possessed the same voluptuous breasts and slender waists, with arms as delicate as lotus roots, swaying gracefully in their movements. However, in their lower bodies, the Dragon Spider Evil God's human form extended only to the lower abdomen, the lower part transforming into a spider's body. In contrast, the Female Bee Evil God's curves extended downwards from her slender waist, merging with her tail sac to form a large, white buttock, radiating the color of pearls and exuding the scent of lilies, with a sharp, 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 is this possible? It's just a summoned beast, yet it not only has its own consciousness but can also use 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 in my flesh and blood makes it impossible for me to continue. With a fierce grit of my teeth, as the dark god and the hellish god of lust were about to launch a stronger second wave of direct attack, I released all the remaining energy that I had previously compressed to the limit.

Although the dark summoned beasts were completely unresponsive to my commands, due to the invisible connection between the host and the parasite, they were still affected by me to a minimum. At least, those mutated from my soul were completely defenseless against attacks from my side. Normally, if I attacked them, it would be like blocking a car with my bare hands; even without defense, they wouldn't be able to do any damage. But this time was an exception. The holy 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 holy light energy with its increased destructive power, was no less than the power of a Yamato Wave Cannon. What Mutou Ran most wanted to do but couldn't do, was achieved in my hands. The result of the explosion in that instant could only be described as the earth-shattering, ghostly wails.

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 brilliant white light in an instant. The enormous shockwave that shook the heavens and earth was reminiscent of the destruction of celestial bodies. All the hideous enemies were annihilated in this explosion. Even the originally dense black demonic energy gradually faded and eventually disappeared completely under the intense white light.

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 with boiling water and then sliced open by a sharp knife, from head to toe, in rapid succession. The pain was so intense that my vision blurred, yet my consciousness remained crystal clear.

I wasn't even sure if I would survive this gamble, because there was a high probability that I would perish together with the evil lotus in the explosion, our souls scattered and not even ashes left. Given the scale of the explosion, such a thing was highly likely.

However, I still did it without hesitation. It wasn't because I had extraordinary courage... 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 blown up fulfilled their minimum duty, using all their power to form a barrier for me while self-destructing. Combined with the fact that the explosion's epicenter had the least impact, I miraculously survived.

When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes, the scene before me wasn't eerie or demonic; it was just a wrecked ship of white bones, battered and broken, as if it had just been hit by a meteor shower, with holes and broken bones everywhere.

The eerie chill 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 mound of ash-covered vines. A faint, 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, alone, had single-handedly averted the ghost ship's blood feud, a nightmare for generations of East Sea inhabitants 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 completely destroyed the ghost ship back then, without having to expend so much effort to seal it away. Admittedly, the massive explosion had severely damaged millions of undead, but it couldn't have annihilated them. Now, there was merely a window of opportunity for their evil power to dissipate. Once the scattered undead reassembled and reached a point where they could unleash their evil power again, the ghost ship would immediately revive and reappear. The most obvious evidence was—this skeletal ship, though devoid of any ghostly aura, was still floating in mid-air.

I looked around, searching for any trace of the Evil Lotus. Finally, amidst a large heap of vines and ash, I spotted the familiar silhouette of a woman.

When I reached the heap, a dozen or so dark green tentacles weakly twitched, seemingly trying to guard the Evil Woman's figurehead on the ghost ship. But the powerless tentacles were easily severed by my sword, which then moved directly towards the Evil Lotus.

It hadn't been long since I boarded the ghost ship, but it felt like I had endured countless hardships, spending lifetimes to finally arrive here.

Gazing at the disheveled, haggard beauty, I reached into my robes, hoping that my last magical artifact could save this blood-red beauty who had succumbed to darkness.

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