Alibuda Chronicles Volume 12: Chapter 8 The Femme Fatale

Because of the unusual situation, I had momentarily forgotten that Narcissus, that witch, had been watching me intently, waiting for an opportunity to ambush me. Who knew if she might be using dark magic against her enemies while secretly doing something to me as well?

The memory stone my uncle gave me certainly had the ability to detect dark energy, allowing me to detect attacks from dark magic users earlier, but Narcissus was currently unleashing various dark spells non-stop, and my memory stone was flashing incessantly, making it impossible to make any judgments.

If she were just using some reconnaissance-like evil magic, that would be fine, but I was most afraid that she would use some insidious and deadly curse when I was off guard. That would be extremely dangerous, and given the vast difference in our cultivation levels, it would be an easy thing for her. Just as

I was about to say something, Narcissus frowned, flicked her sleeve, and saw energy surging within the smoke, vaguely indicating two more weapons attacking. Narcissus, her hands shrouded in black energy, used some kind of evil magic to deflect the attack back at the two enemies in the smoke.

The journey had been too smooth, and I assumed I could easily eliminate the enemies as before. However, the moment Narcissus unleashed her black flames, the enemies within the smoke realized the danger and suddenly increased their speed, their two weapons vanishing without a trace.

Narcissus's expression changed completely, revealing a caution I had never seen before. A chilling killing intent shone in her cold, beautiful phoenix eyes as she rushed into the smoke. This was undoubtedly extraordinary courage and daring, but it was also unavoidable. Once she made contact with the enemies, their attention would be focused on her. If she retreated, the combined force of their energy would unleash a fierce attack, and the disparity in their strength would inevitably lead to a heavy price.

A flash of blade, a surge of flame—three different offensive and defensive forces clashed and intertwined, forming a turbulent vortex of energy that swirled upwards. Drops of bright red blood, accompanied by muffled groans, sprayed outwards from the swirling vortex.

Narcissa was the most formidable figure in Ishtar; even other nations would find it difficult to find a master of her caliber. Therefore, regardless of the enemy's origin, she had no reason to be at a disadvantage. However, under the combined attack of two enemies, she was clearly showing signs of defeat, indicating that both enemies were extremely powerful, neither inferior to her.

This illogical phenomenon startled me, and a thought popped into my mind, vaguely guessing the identities of these two powerful adversaries.

"Hmph!"

The brief exchange concluded. As the energy vortex disintegrated, Narcissa, trailing a faint bloodstain, plummeted out like a kite with a broken string. Two gleaming blades pursued closely behind, like two dragons churning in raging waves, constantly increasing their oppressive aura and brightness, seemingly eager to catch up and kill their enemy.

"Spare her life!"

Just as the blade was closing in on Narcissus, Yueying, seemingly unwilling to let her be hurt, rushed forward, spreading her arms to block the blade between Narcissus and the sword.

"Sister, get out of the way!"

Yueying's actions startled me. Before I could say anything, I pounced from the side, shoving Yueying aside, but inevitably ending up in that fatal position myself.

Driven by the power of the sixth level, the sword's momentum surged like a pair of angry dragons. With my cultivation level, even a slight touch would surely shatter my flesh and bones into a mangled mess. Fortunately, in the instant Yueying stepped forward to stop Narcissus, the two swords, hastily trying to halt their attacks, simultaneously curved back and slashed at each other. The two swords clashed, exploding in flames and with a deafening roar, before both were repelled by the recoil.

The attack ceased, and the owners of the two swords revealed themselves. A man and a woman, both handsome and dashing, dressed in their respective national military uniforms, exuded extraordinary charm. They were none other than Lunfiel, the elven prince of Solancia, and Princess Ye Linglan, the second princess of our country. Their individual martial arts skills were no less than Narcissa's, and their combined attack explained why Narcissa lost so quickly.

Leng Linglan's sword, "Overlord of the Sea," was a specially crafted giant blade that could be stored within her body and controlled with ease. Therefore, as soon as Leng Linglan regained her footing, the weapon vanished from her hand. Lunfiel, on the other hand, moved with astonishing speed, instantly sheathing his sword at his waist. Although I knew he used a sword, I couldn't even see what it looked like.

The two exchanged a glance, then apologized to Yueying, explaining that visibility was poor in the smoke. After dealing with several assassins, they realized Yueying's importance and danger, and rushed out to search for her. Unexpectedly, someone attacked from the thick smoke; they mistook it for a terrorist or assassin, and thus fought back together.

"I am deeply sorry to have frightened Madam Yueying. I will definitely visit President Ryan and you to apologize another day."

Perhaps because he was wearing formal attire, Lun Feier was extremely polite. If one hadn't witnessed his roguish speech that day and known his true nature, one might have been fooled. Although Ye Linglan didn't speak, her gaze towards her sister conveyed silent concern. It's just that I don't know why this woman is so awkward, always unwilling to express her feelings in a more practical way.

Yueying, of course, didn't blame them and even offered an explanation, saying that with such thick smoke, it was no wonder they mistook the enemy and missed their target. While this explanation made sense, probably no one except Yueying herself would believe it.

Experts of Lun Feier and Leng Linglan's caliber, even without sight, could determine the enemy's identity from the energy they sensed. Narcissa, wielding dark magic and possessing such high cultivation, was likely recognized by Lunfier and Leng Linglan after only one exchange. As for the witch who, after more than ten moves, joined forces with Lunfier to attack Ishtar, it was obvious to everyone that both sides harbored selfish motives, using this opportunity to "justifiably" eliminate a powerful general from an enemy nation.

The cold glint in Narcissa's eyes clearly indicated that she knew all this. Her face was pale, and blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, indicating she had suffered a considerable loss. However, judging from the lack of visible injuries, her injuries were likely minor and she would recover in a few days. Although she remained silent, it was clear to everyone that she had formed a deep grudge against Lunfier and Leng Linglan and was secretly vowing revenge.

The crowd ceased their verbal sparring. By this time, almost half an hour had passed since the commotion began, and the surrounding noises had gradually subsided, with no one continuing their indiscriminate attacks. The thick smoke that filled the surroundings was peculiar in nature; it was originally impervious to the wind, but it was gradually dissipated by the whirlwind created by the clash between the three masters, revealing the figures of everyone within the smoke.

As the smoke cleared, their figures became faintly visible, and suddenly, everyone fell silent. Their attention was focused on each other, and they hadn't noticed something crucial.

They had somehow entered the center of the arena, and the scorpion-like giants that had been the center of the commotion were still there, moving silently over the blood and corpses, surrounding them.

(Oh no! This is bad!) Although no one cried out, I believe that the same thought was shared not only by me, but also by Lun Fei'er, Leng Linglan, and Narcissus.

Judging from the earlier scene where Ryan Buffett, wielding his Lion King Golden Sword with unpredictable power, had single-handedly suppressed several scorpion-like giants without inflicting any serious damage, these giant monsters were indeed troublesome. The three experts here are all top-tier individuals. Even if they cannot injure or defeat them, as long as they break through and retreat with all their might, even if there were twice as many scorpion-shaped monsters, they would not be able to stop them.

However, there is also the frail Yueying present. Even if it is easy for him to retreat, protecting the defenseless Yueying and taking her with him while she is attacked by several giant beasts is a task that no one can say is entirely confident of.

As for me, who also needed rescue, I was definitely not on their radar. These three experts from different fields had either national or personal grudges against me. While they wouldn't harm me at this moment, they wouldn't be kind enough to rescue me as well. If I were to die here, these three experts, each with their own unresolved grievances, would most likely go back and hold a banquet to celebrate.

Amidst the roars of several scorpion-like behemoths, I rushed to Yueying's side, intending to protect her at all costs. However, just before the behemoths were about to attack, a strange, sharp whistling sound pierced the oppressive atmosphere, reaching the ears of everyone present, making their ears ache.

The source of the whistle was a gray figure that suddenly appeared on the west side of the arena, protected in the center by a group of martial artists wielding clubs and wearing armor. A thick gray robe covered their entire body, making it impossible to tell whether they were male or female. The grey-robed man held a bamboo flute no bigger than a finger, and it was this short flute that produced such a high-pitched, piercing tone.

The sharp flute sound was almost tangible, like a dagger attempting to pierce the brain; it was truly unbearable to hear. This pain wasn't just for humans; it seemed even more intense for the scorpion-like behemoths, who let out loud, mournful cries, trying to drown out the flute's sound, but to no avail.

At this moment, a strange magical fluctuation caused all the magicians present to tremble. We didn't know what this magical fluctuation, which we had never felt before, was, but we knew its power and might, intimidating us like a king reigning supreme.

Due to the interference of the flute sound, we couldn't hear the incantation, nor could we see what the grey-robed man had done. We only saw, under the influence of this man's magic, the image of a monster that was neither human nor inhuman gradually become clear, appearing before the group of monks.

It was about three and a half feet tall, entirely ice-blue, with a human body and a scorpion's tail. Its upper body was that of an extremely alluring and beautiful woman, with a lovely face and closed eyes. On its naked skin, only a set of cold iron-bound breastplates clung tightly to its high, voluptuous breasts, making it incredibly sexy and seductive. However, its long, slender arms had transformed into scorpion-like pincers at the ends. Its lower body, covered in ice-blue iron scales, made a rustling sound as it moved on the ground, but at the very ends, it transformed into scorpion-like spikes.

A femme fatale!

This was the best title for that monster. Formed by magic, its ethereal and intangible form somewhat resembled the lich or vengeful warrior of high-level black magic spells; but the way it appeared was like the beast demon of southern barbarian earth magic. I couldn't immediately discern which type of spell it was, but I vaguely felt that it was somewhat similar to my Hellish God of Lust.

However, one thing is certain: this femme fatale possesses extraordinary power. From the moment it appeared, the several scorpion-like giants in the arena showed great fear and retreated. Although the master who summoned this beast was surrounded and protected by the monks of the Palace of Light, everyone present could clearly feel that besides its immense power and oppressive aura, an indescribable evil and resentment emanated from the femme fatale.

"Caw—"

A shrill, mournful howl, as if filled with the venom of the world, rang out from the femme fatale's mouth. In that instant, more than 90% of the people in the arena covered their ears, tears streaming down their faces from the pain. Some with weaker resistance even rolled on the ground in agony.

Amidst her agonizing screams, the "femme fatale's" blue hair began to move, writhing and swirling eerily, transforming into hundreds of small snakes that hissed and flicked their red tongues. Blood-red tears welled in her eyes, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that her eyes were sewn shut with needle and thread; no wonder they had been tightly closed since her appearance.

The femme fatale was three and a half feet tall, even taller than an average person, but compared to the scorpion-like behemoth's ten-foot height, she was nothing. However, the scorpion-like behemoth seemed to have encountered its nemesis, trembling with fear and retreating.

The gray-robed figure guarded in the center by the treacherous soldiers seemed to have chanted some incantation, suddenly raising his right arm, the silver-gray metal prosthetic limb gleaming. The command to unleash the power caused the femme fatale to raise her head and let out another sharp, piercing scream. This time, as she screamed, her entire body was enveloped in a layer of icy blue light. With the frantic thrashing of her snake-like hair, the light intensified, condensing into a cold arrow of light that shot out and struck the scorpion-shaped behemoth furthest from her.

The scorpion-shaped behemoth trembled at first, then froze, its massive body rapidly petrifying. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a heavy, stiff, enormous stone statue, before shattering with a deafening roar into countless dust particles that vanished without a trace in the wind.

"Caw... Caw..."

Blood tears streamed from the venomous beauty's eyes as she let out one shrill scream after another. With each scream, a giant scorpion-shaped monster was frozen into a stone statue, then crumbled and shattered, turning to ash. In just a few moments, the giant scorpion-shaped monsters that had been baring their fangs and claws, swaggering and causing all the experts in the arena to struggle, were all reduced to dust. The

immense power caused a correspondingly great shock. Yueying's hand gripped my right arm, her cold palm trembling slightly, revealing the fear in her heart. I could only silently pat the back of her hand to soothe her unease, unaware that my heart was just as pounding.

After eliminating the out-of-control scorpion-shaped monsters, the venomous beauty did not disappear. Instead, as if deliberately taunting, she fired petrifying light arrows repeatedly, shooting them towards the surrounding stands. In the commotion, some assassins who had launched their attacks, unable to escape afterward, were now exposed as they disappeared back into the crowd. Struck by the petrifying arrows, they shattered into bluish-purple glows and vanished into the air.

Anyone with basic magical knowledge knows that these bluish-purple glows represent the soul of a living being, and such dissipation into the air, unless caused by some evil magic, signifies the soul's complete annihilation, a phenomenon of never returning. The fact that these petrifying arrows could cause such devastation was certainly not something to celebrate among the sorcerers present.

With everything that needed to be destroyed pulverized, the femme fatale vanished amidst a mournful howl. The heart-wrenching tears of blood flowing from her eyes, which had been stitched shut, are something people will never forget.

"Distinguished guests, today's unforeseen events have caused you distress. The Pure Mind Zen Society is deeply troubled. We..."

As things calmed down, the grey-robed man quietly departed. The leader of the Pure Mind Zen Society's warrior monks, led by Ryan, took the stage to issue an apology, stating that the commotion was purely accidental and they were deeply sorry for disturbing everyone. However, this unexpected turn of events only proved the Pure Mind Zen Society's strength in defeating the Black Dragon Society and its ability to control these giant monsters. Therefore, all nations should be able to trust them.

Upon hearing this, the smaller nations, quick to change their allegiance, cheered and offered their support. After all, no one wanted their land trampled by a horde of scorpion-like giants. However, the representatives of several superpowers looked rather grim, lost in thought.

The scorpion beauty's power was probably not as strong as it seemed. At least, it was able to annihilate the scorpion-like giants with a single blow; anyone with discerning eyes could see that this was because it had initially countered the giants' weaknesses. Synthetic creatures like scorpion-like behemoths are intentionally left with fatal weaknesses during creation to prevent them from becoming uncontrollable. This femme fatale was likely designed to be the nemesis of behemoth hordes, hence the stark difference in strength in a single attack.

Even considering this factor, this femme fatale is still incredibly powerful. The fact that the Pure Thought Zen Society possesses such a weapon, coupled with a thousand scorpion-like behemoths, makes their strength not to be underestimated. These are the aspects I can discern. However, I cannot understand the deep thought on the faces of Lunfiel and Leng Linglan. What are they pondering?

This femme fatale is a product of magic, so the one who ultimately answers this question is still the master of black magic—the witch Narcissus of Ishtar.

"It doesn't belong to black magic, nor is it beast magic of the Southern Barbarian lands. This thing does not belong to any of the six major systems of spells we currently know."

This statement seemed to confirm Lunfeier and Leng Linglan's suspicions, and they nodded simultaneously. However, there was still one answer they had hesitated over for a long time, one they dared not be certain of, waiting for Narcissa to speak.

"Although it's somewhat unbelievable, it can't be wrong. You all should know that name. These are the six strongest summoned beasts of the Archmage Famit Xiu Kamu, a legend lost for a long time, which ravaged the land five hundred years ago, slaughtering countless warriors and sorcerers, leaving a dark page in the history of all races."

Narcissa spoke with certainty. Although Lunfeier and Leng Linglan were her enemies, they didn't deny her guess, and their expressions showed that this was indeed their guess. Only I, upon hearing Narcissa's deduction, gasped deeply.

Archmage Famit Xiu Kamu? What was going on?

Although I possess the "Book of Lustful Magic" and may be the sole inheritor of lustful magic in the world today, I don't actually know much about its founder, Famit Xiu Kamu. At most, I know he was a very special magician.

How special? Most magicians either engage in self-torturous spiritual training or spend their days with corpses and other terrifying things. The former are averse to women, the latter are averse to women, but Famit, this special magician, was a lifelong womanizer, renowned throughout history as the most lustful magician. How many women he slept with, even he himself probably couldn't answer.

I first heard his name from my perverted father, and at the time, I only felt admiration. As for why he was so promiscuous, I completely understood after obtaining the "Book of Lustful Magic."

The author of *The Book of Lustful Magic*, Gripardorn Ekdor Hart Biledman, was the headmaster of a magic academy in an ancient kingdom over a thousand years ago. According to my research, he seems to have been a highly theoretical scholar who never experienced real combat. Perhaps this is why he proposed many fantastical and bizarre theories, which he then incorporated into his final work—*The Book of Lustful Magic*.

Famit Xiu Kamu, who inherited this book and was invincible hundreds of years ago, revised it based on his incredibly rich experience in magical combat. Legend has it that Famit, having pushed his magical power to its peak and become invincible, lost his purpose in life and ultimately chose to die at the hands of the son born from his incestuous relationship with his sister. His earth-shattering magic was thus lost.

This is all I know about Famit; the rest of his life story is simply untraceable due to the vast distance in time. However, according to legend, Famit's cultivation seemed to rely on frequent sexual intercourse to replenish his yin and yang, which allowed him to possess such powerful magic. There was no mention of any unique achievements in magic, and as for the Hellish God of Lust techniques recorded in the magic book, even he himself said they were useless, likely never used in his lifetime, and were completed by me.

Then, what about the six strongest summoned beasts? What about the rampage across the land? What about the Dark Ages? What are these things? Why am I completely unaware of them? And why doesn't Famit mention the existence of summoned beasts at all in the *Book of Lustful Magic*?

These mysteries remained unsolved, and my mind was a jumbled mess. I had to bid farewell to Yueying, making an excuse that I had work to attend to outside, and leave as quickly as possible.

My main concern was the witch of Ishtar. Just now, in order to escape death and reverse the defeat, I had no choice but to use the Hellish Lust God in public. As a result, not only did Sister Yueying witness it, but Narcissus probably saw it too. She is a master of magical techniques and may know some of Famit's spells. I hope she doesn't notice anything amiss and cause me trouble!

When I arrived outside the arena, I saw Mao Yan'an already there, commanding his soldiers with an arrogant and domineering air. I grabbed a soldier who brushed past me and asked him in detail, and only then did I learn what had happened.

It turned out that several troops stationed nearby saw the changes in the arena and the fire in the command tower, and rushed in to put out the fire. When they searched floor by floor, all the way to the seventh floor, besides the mutilated corpses scattered everywhere, they only saw Mr. Oren leaning against the window with his black greatsword, his expression cold. When he saw them, he nodded slightly and left without saying a word.

The unsuspecting soldiers naturally attributed all the credit to him, believing that this taciturn wandering swordsman had displayed extraordinary prowess, killing more than ten assassins and bandits. Little did they know that the truth

was far from what they thought. "I jumped out of the window on the eighth floor, but actually I took the opportunity to hide on the seventh floor. Otherwise, falling from the eighth floor would have been certain death. I was hiding in the shadows the whole time. When I saw that group of guys being sprayed by poisonous spider silk, screaming and howling in agony, unable to see anything, I took advantage of the chaos to rush out and kill them all with a dagger. Nephew, you saved Lady Yueying, which is already a great achievement. You don't mind letting your uncle show off a bit, do you?"

I didn't care how many loopholes there were in Mao Yan'an's words, nor did I care what credit he had actually stolen. I simply told him what had happened in the arena and warned him to be careful.

"Be careful? It's you who needs to be careful, my dear nephew! You lecherous little fellow, luckily I helped you cover up the crime on the ninth floor, otherwise your affair with the First Lady would have been ruined."

Mentioning Yueying brought to mind a scene: in the arena, when Yueying left my arms, her body was so limp she could barely stand. She stumbled and fell back into my arms, her body perfectly described as boneless. I could clearly feel her sweat soaking through her clothes, the rich feminine fragrance, amplified by her burning body heat, was incredibly alluring.

Lost in thought, I quickly calmed myself, banishing my reverie. Just as I was about to turn back to see how things were going, a sudden chill swept over me—Narcissa had stopped me.

“Commander Farrell, I have repeatedly heard of the Farrell family’s reputation back home. When the news of Ahurama’s defeat and the death of the Blood Nightmare Witch arrived, I thought the Farrell family’s martial arts were indeed formidable, and our defeat was not unjust. However, judging from what I just saw, although the Farrell family is indeed powerful, it seems they have other insights beyond martial arts!”

“Your Excellency is too kind. John Farrell is just a minor figure in the Alibuda military, nothing to mention. I am very busy right now, may I go and take care of my business? Excuse me.”

My worst fears had come true, and I inwardly cried out in alarm. I quickly bowed and asked to take my leave, but this Purple Narcissus seemed to have made up her mind. With a swift movement, she still blocked my way.

"That won't do. If my eyes aren't deceiving me, it was the magical beast you summoned that repelled the assassin. In today's magical world, the only one that still retains a complete summoning system is the blue-based beast magic. This kind of magic is prevalent in the Southern Barbarians. I can't believe such a handsome man as you, Commander Wan, is actually a beastman?"

"How could that be! Just by looking at me, you can tell I'm a complete human, I..." "

Is that so? If this isn't beast magic, then why does it resemble the summoned beast from before? Could it be... Commander Wan, have you heard of the name Famit before?"

"Well... now that you mention it, I have..."

Facing Narcissus's captivatingly cold gaze, I made up a story, trying to escape quickly. Narcissus wouldn't give up and chased after me again. Just as I was running out of words, someone appeared at the right moment, blocking her path.

"Excuse me, but we have some procedural issues to attend to. General Farrell, please come with me."

The scoundrel still had some basic sense of decency; at least he knew to step in and help me out when necessary. For that reason, when I later confronted him about abandoning my friend and running away, I spared him a couple of punches.

The problem with Moon Cherry remained unresolved, and now Narcissus, because of this conference, had her eye on me, suspecting some connection between me and the summoned beasts of the Pure Thought Zen Society. More and more troubles were piling up. What should I do next?

Never mind, let's live for today, worry about tomorrow later. I'd better go back to the manor and get some sleep with Ah Xue before fretting over anything else!

Author's Note:

While editing the second volume of *Alibuda*, I had a short conversation with the editor.

Editor: Are there odd-numbered breast sizes for women? It seems like they're all even-numbered, right?

Nongyu: Really? Nobody told me... Hmm, but that's bad, several of the female characters in *Alibuda* have odd-numbered breasts.

Later I found out that some countries have odd-numbered bra sizes for more detailed classification, but in Taiwan, bra sizes are all even-numbered. To be more realistic and give readers a more fitting feeling when they see the breast sizes, we decided to change the previous settings, hence this conversation.

Nongyu: If we're setting Ah Xue's breasts with the image of a cow, her figure is slender, but her breasts are very large. What size would be reasonable? An H-cup won't change, but what about the size?

Editor: "Her figure is considered slim," but if she were 38, her upper body would be as bulky as a bear.

Following this discussion, the revised female character designs for Alibuda are as follows:

Leng Yueying: Human, blonde, purple eyes, 32c;

Leng Linglan: Human, black hair, purple eyes, 34c;

Tianhe Xueqiong: Human, black hair, black eyes, 34h;

Zhizhi Lonnia: Elf, orange hair, 32c;

Guimei Xi: 32f

; Phoenix: Red hair, blue eyes, 34f;

Narcissus: Red hair, purple eyes, 34d;

Yu Ni: Winged race, blonde, blue eyes, 32b;

Yu Hong: Winged race, blonde, blue eyes, 32b;

Bianca: Elf, brown hair, silver eyes, 32b.

Also, regarding the cover character for this episode, it's Phoenix in a banquet outfit. This scene will likely appear in episode three or four.

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