NABC Chapter 301 I love watching women fight.
Chapter 301 I love watching women fight.
Chapter 301 I love watching women fight.
The voice paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, the laughter carrying an unclear mix of mockery or some other emotion.
"I certainly can't do that now, but don't forget, we still have that important person standing behind us."
"That sir? You mean... the Void Realm Demon God?" Styr's eyes turned icy. "You've become His apostle?"
Becoming an apostle of a demon god often means giving up independence and handing over freedom to others.
Unless the demon god above has fallen, the identity of an apostle can only become an aid in stealing a position; otherwise, one will only be a puppet in the hands of the demon god.
Do you think I have a choice?
The snickers poured cold water on Steher.
"Our enemy is an immortal being. Do you think you can fight Him?"
"The Forgotten Realm won't help you either. Those seven immortals wouldn't risk making an enemy of someone of the same level for your sake. The only one who can help you is that great one!"
The loud voice shattered a corner of the future picture.
Darkness filled his vision again. Stieg remained silent, struggling internally before finally making a decision.
"An immortal being, what a terrible time to arrive."
Thinking about how his years of perseverance and hard work had vanished in an instant, no matter how rational he was, he couldn't completely calm down.
Damn it, he couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he had to rely on the power of the demon god to fight to the death with the enemy, he was unwilling to let the enemy achieve their goal.
"It seems you've finally seen the light."
The darkness began to crumble, and the voice grew increasingly faint until it disappeared completely.
In the blink of an eye, Stich saw the familiar biomass hull again, with its tender pink flesh and firm, purplish-red muscles.
White chitinous carapace.
The familiar scene reassured him a lot.
But the sudden cold touch in his hand sent his spirits plummeting.
"As expected, you did all of this."
A sphere containing a vortex at its center lay quietly in his hand.
This is proof of his pact with the Void Realm Demon God, and also the Demon Artifact he wields, the Whisper Core.
It was just now that Stegh briefly connected with his future self.
"I remember you shouldn't be here." Staring at the sphere, Stielike murmured to himself, "Did you run away on your own?"
The Whispering Core did not respond, after all, it was just a sphere.
Although it is a magical artifact, its function is more supportive; even when not activated, it can continuously provide support to an entire faction.
Specifically, this is reflected in production capacity, military morale, and individual strength.
The production line may produce more products than expected using only one batch of raw materials; as a result, soldiers in the army maintain high morale and their strength is enhanced to varying degrees.
This passive effect is powerful enough for a major power, but there are trade-offs; Whispering Core is not very useful in other aspects.
Stieholton, feeling bored, returned the ball with a backhand.
"Notify the entire army to immediately withdraw from the front line. We... are moving to a new position."
The order was issued through the mind network, spreading throughout the entire airship fleet, and then to the entire Death Curse invasion force.
Countless mind flayers put down their work, raised their heads in confusion, not understanding their master's purpose in doing so, but still obediently organized a strategic retreat.
A large number of Nautilus airships were redeployed from the Void Front, leaving only a batch for rearguard cover. These were quickly discovered and destroyed by the hostile forces.
The sudden departure of the Death Curse Monarch left the three immortals who had been confronting him for a long time puzzled.
"The Death Curse Domain has retreated, but why?"
One of the three immortals, a brightly colored immortal of light, asked in bewilderment.
He was born into the Candlelight Society and was also a member of the remnants of the God of Light.
Lately, he has been feeling unsettled, as if he is about to encounter something that will affect the direction of his life.
In fact, the withdrawal of the Death Curse Domain at this time was exactly what he wanted, at least giving him time to investigate the reason for his unease.
"In any case, it's a good thing he left," said another immortal with a bluish-green hue. "Of course, that is, on the condition that he really left, and not that he was planning to secretly launch a huge attack on us."
The last immortal paused for a moment, glanced around, and then said, "I've confirmed with Itnity that the Death Curse invaders from the Central Kingdoms have begun to retreat. It seems that the Death Curse Domain has been largely abandoned."
"Hmph, it should have been done long ago."
The immortal, who was entirely green and served as a bishop of the Church of Life, sneered.
"Who does he think he is? Trying to take on many opponents single-handedly is a recipe for disaster. But it seems he still has some sense; he didn't fight to the bitter end."
"In any case, this is for the best," the Elder of Light echoed, then changed the subject, "I have some matters to attend to in my sect, so please excuse me."
After saying that, he ignored what the other two thought and jumped away.
After he left, the two remaining people looked at each other, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
They were just temporary comrades-in-arms who didn't know each other well. Now that their common enemy was gone, they didn't know how to start a conversation.
After a long silence, an immortal from the Church of Life broke the silence: "He left rather hastily. Could it be that Candlelight has encountered some intractable trouble?"
"I don't know. My subordinates in Itniti didn't mention any relevant information."
The third immortal who spoke was a mage, and also the guardian of the Mage Federation among the nations of the Central Plains.
It was a country that highly revered magic; thirty percent of the population were mages, and the rest also possessed spellcasting abilities.
Seemingly remembering something, the guardian mentioned a certain suddenly rising power.
"By the way, have you ever heard of the Blood God Cult?"
"The Blood God Cult?" The Bishop of Life frowned slightly, his brows revealing undisguised disgust. "Ah, of course, of course I know."
"A heretical religion that worships false gods and is full of filth, filled with bloodthirsty, barbaric, and depraved war maniacs. When I get back, I will definitely deal with it."
The Federation Guardian glanced at him and reminded him, "The Blood God Cult is no ordinary sect, capable of dominating the Northern Territory in such a short time. Even that old dragon Audurian fell into their hands."
He had a premonition that the Blood God Cult would be a threat no less than, or even far greater than, the Death Curse realm, and he specifically reminded the Bishop of Life to be more careful.
However, it was clear that the bishop did not listen and was determined to cause trouble for the Blood God Cult.
"How long has that old dragon been exiled? It has lost only a tenth of its strength, so it's only natural that it would be defeated."
Bishop of Life scoffed, not taking Audurian seriously.
"The mere Blood God Cult dares to lay its hands on the power of life, just like those audacious blood mages of the past. They deserve to die!"
Upon hearing this, the Federation Guardian stopped trying to persuade him, simply saying "Good luck" before taking his leave.
He didn't want to get involved with such religious fanatics; it was better to keep his distance from such zealots who believed in the Mother Tree of Life.
Leaving aside the battles in the Void and Middle-earth, the North, as a test server, has already enjoyed a period of peace after surviving two major expansions: the Dragon Plague and the Forgotten Invasion.
Everything is inseparable from the order re-established by the Blood God Cult.
Of course, this is also inseparable from Elena's tireless work day and night.
"So, this is how you repay my hard work?"
Elena remained expressionless, facing a girl who looked remarkably like her, and an innocent-looking Mordy.
Long hours of desk work have given her an unusual temperament, a rare quality among the simple people of the North.
She turned her seemingly indifferent, dead-fish eyes to look at Modi. Although she didn't say anything, her gaze made Modi understand the meaning behind it.
He felt a sudden tightness in his chest and squinted, saying, "Yeah, yeah, who gave you so much work? It's really outrageous."
"But don't worry, now that I'm back, I won't pretend I didn't see it."
As he spoke, he personally selected the Blood God's children, including the witch Violet and Lanlanlu, and dispatched them to take over the affairs of the Blood God Cult.
After glancing at Elena, who was still staring with deadpan eyes, Mordy thought for a moment, then stepped forward and hugged her.
...Also, thank you for your hard work these past few days.
He also knew how much pressure Elena was under, after all, he had taken the entire Blood Sea with him in order to advance to the Immortal realm.
As the highest-ranking person in the Blood God Cult after him, the entire burden of the cult rested on Elena's shoulders. She had to handle a mountain of official duties every day, and the pressure on her was unimaginable.
Elena gently patted his back, her expression softening without her noticing.
"It was all worth it; at least you succeeded, didn't you?"
The moment Modi was promoted, she had a mysterious feeling, and even though she was still dealing with official business, she couldn't help but smile.
Seeing Mo Di return today, although she seemed indifferent, her inner joy was genuine. Of course, it would have been even better if her other half hadn't been there.
Elena glanced sideways at the smiling Su Youli, the smile on her lips vanishing once more, and said bluntly, "Why did she come back too?"
Just as Modi was about to explain, Su Youli spoke up, "I've finished my business on my end, so naturally I had to come and take a look. After all, I was in contact with Itniti before you."
"Hmph, I hope you won't add to my workload," Elena retorted defiantly.
Sandwiched between the two, Modi felt quite restricted.
He felt he should also think of a way out.
"Um, I..."
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"Let's try not to talk about work today." The two said in unison, each supporting one of his arms, showing remarkable tacit understanding at this moment.
If we don't talk about work, what else can we talk about?
Modi was taken aback at first, then realized that the two, who were each other's half-bodies, must have reached some kind of consensus.
"broken."
He never expected that the two people who were just arguing would suddenly turn hostility into friendship and set their sights on him.
Without any resistance, he was carried into the room.
After exchanging physiological knowledge for a while, Modi offered himself to the demon, successfully resolving Elena's pent-up resentment, and Su Youli was also satisfied in the process.
Three poles in the sun.
Mordred straightened his red cloak and walked out of the den of demons with a spirited air.
Su Youli and Elena beside her had rosy cheeks and were visibly happy.
"Let's get down to business."
He looked at Elena and raised a hand.
The wide sleeves slipped off his arms, and ancient dragon scales, like rocks, grew on his skin, which soon transformed into a dragon claw.
"A dragon? No, that's not right." Elena was the first to dismiss her own guess. "Your aura is even more ancient than a dragon's...you're an ancient dragon, aren't you?"
"Yes, in the previous world, I had some strange encounters and even found an ancient dragon's corpse."
Modi didn't hide anything and briefly recounted his experiences from the previous world.
"The blood of the ancient dragon originates from this."
"You call that something you found?" Elena's eye twitched. "Never mind, none of that matters. Why did you show me the ancient dragon's blood?"
This time, they've hit the nail on the head.
Modi forced out a drop of blood as alluring as a ruby, and displayed this priceless treasure before her.
"This drop of blood is the result of my latest research; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it's the essence of the entire Blood Sea."
After saying that, he presented the drop of blood to Elena.
Seeing this, Elena understood his thoughts immediately and, without any hesitation, caught the drop of blood essence.
"How do I use it?" she asked directly.
"Oral or injectable, it's fine, as long as I'm there to assist you, you won't have any accidents."
Nodding, Elena immediately swallowed the essence of the Blood Sea, her face instantly turning red.
She could feel a massive, raging power coursing through her body, a power that was extremely domineering and irrationally reshaping her form.
"Look, you're in such a hurry again," Mo Di said helplessly, helping her refine the essence of the blood sea. "I'm right here. You can call me anytime once you're ready."
Forcibly refining the power of an immortal before their death is inherently dangerous, but since Mordi himself is the Blood Sea, with his permission, Elena naturally won't have any problems.
With the acceleration of the Unchanging End Spear, it didn't take long for Elena to transform the essence of the Blood Sea into her own power, and her flushed face returned to normal.
"According to my calculations, after you refine this drop of blood, you should be able to match You Li," Mo Di said with a smile.
He wouldn't dare say that the efficiency of handling official business would also be greatly improved.
Having adapted to the new power, Elena happened to overhear his evaluation and couldn't help but look at Su Youli, who was smiling silently to the side.
"What, want to spar with me?" Su Youli raised an eyebrow.
The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword flew out on its own, circling around her, emanating waves of deathly coldness.
"It's not impossible," Elena said, eager to try.
She knows she's very strong now, but given her high position, she hasn't had a chance to fight in a long time. Perhaps a friendly spar will help her regain her former skills.
"Um?"
Modi showed an interested expression. Heh heh, there are women fighting here too.
He loved watching women fight, so he immediately offered to take on the role of captain of the Dragonfly team, bringing a referee who would never act impulsively.
But, coincidentally, a piece of news caught his attention at this time.
"The Death Curse Domain has suddenly withdrawn its troops?"
How could this be? Could it be that my existence was exposed, scaring away the Lord of Death Curse?