Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Not only that, all the Green Citizens in the lower city and port area were arrested, either sold into slavery or executed. A frenzy of exterminating heretics swept through the entire city of Flame Earth.

No one would have guessed where the burn scars were hiding.

Gulous, coerced and lured into becoming Ivy Beatrice's subordinate, was naturally not entirely willing and kept some backup plans with him. All of these records ended up in Scarface's hands.

Scarface was a lazy person who didn't think things through and didn't initially pay attention to the notes and other things left by Gurulos.

After he fled back to Fireport alone, wanting to avenge his woman, he remembered to re-examine Gululos's belongings. It was then that he noticed the woman named "Ivy Beatrice".

He had no idea that he had found the right person; he simply thought that Gululos wouldn't have remembered this woman's name for nothing, and that she might know something.

So Burn Scar sneaked off to Ivy Beatrice's house.

Ivy Beatrice and her family had already gone to sea, so the house was naturally empty.

However, the burn scars weren't entirely without benefit.

He discovered that the woman's basement was a maze of interconnected tunnels, making it a good hiding place. At the same time, his curiosity about Ivy Beatrice grew exponentially.

—What decent person would have the time to dig their basement into a refuge where they can escape at any time?

And so, completely unaware of what was happening, Scar lived comfortably in his enemy's basement for several days without being discovered.

However, he needs food and can only be active at night and rest during the day.

The Greensman's physical characteristics were too obvious. He was looking for food in the shops near the port square late at night when someone saw him and called the police. So, the newly appointed port authority, Berlik, took the lead and personally led a group to intercept him in the middle of the night, trapping him in the port square.

The dark sewers are just big enough to fit one person.

Burn Scar curled up in a ball, feeling lightheaded and somewhat disoriented. He had just been attacked by Berlik and the six priests, and had suffered at least three fatal wounds.

But he didn't want to die, and he couldn't die.

He regulated his breathing, making it barely audible, and entered a state of "turtle breathing".

This is a secret technique of the monk profession.

The monks believed that thought can sometimes hinder the body. They suggested relaxing the mind, allowing it to wander in another dimension, isolated from the body. In this semi-trance-like state, the body's "qi" (vital energy) could circulate automatically, thus healing injuries.

The burned scar breathed quietly, filled with resentment.

He resented the nameless murderer who killed his woman, resented the city of Fiery Earth, resented the entire world, resented the bronze dragon and all the gods…

This rage, accompanied by a destructive impulse, made him want to destroy everything.

Suddenly, Burn Scar felt that something inexplicable and inexplicable resonated with his mind.

In his surprise, he suddenly found something burning hot in his hand.

It was a small, triangular pebble.

Author's Note: A family member is having surgery and I need to be with them, so the update is late. There will be another update tonight, and I will resume normal updates starting today.

Chapter 115 The Golden Spirit Servant

Under the sunlight, a three-masted sailing ship and a trimaran with its masts repaired sail one after the other on the azure sea under the blue sky.

Above the two ships, one large and one small, more than a dozen "mass-produced warriors" converted from sailors were constantly circling and flying back and forth, surveying the nearby sea area and guiding the ships' direction.

Ivy Beatrice revealed the enormous prototype of the six-armed serpent demon, lounging lazily against the mast of the central hull of the trimaran.

The fiery red bikini accentuated her fair skin, perfectly complementing her long, fiery red hair that danced wildly in the wind.

She held onto the mast with one hand, tucked her wind-blown hair with the other, and slowly flipped through the magic book she had found among the ruins of Blacksail Town, while idly making various spell gestures with her other two hands.

At the edge of the ship's deck beside her, a thick, black snake tail lashed into the azure sea, creating two white splashes.

The two little bubbles, the bear cubs, Medusa, and even Raphael the dinosaur stood nervously to one side, staring intently at her face.

Suddenly, Ivy Beatrice's snow-white upper body shivered.

She trembled slightly, raised her eyebrows, and revealed an expression of astonishment mixed with unexpected pleasure.

Everyone on the deck immediately widened their eyes in alarm.

Ivy Beatrice silently withdrew the lower half of her serpentine body from the sea.

When the tip of her colorful, jet-black tail emerged from the sea, everyone erupted in excitement: a tuna weighing several hundred pounds was being pulled up.

Even after being thrown onto the deck, the big fish still clung tightly to the tip of her tail, desperately thrashing its massive body.

Ivy Beatrice, expressionless, stunned the big fish with a flick of her tail.

"Three hundred pounds! It's definitely there!"

Medusa-like Stéphane raised her arms and shouted, her head full of flamboyant snake-like hair dancing wildly, "Oh my god, fifty gold coins! Give me all the money, I won, hahaha!"

The others sighed and groaned.

“You didn’t win,” Green Bubble suddenly said. “Not enough for three hundred pounds.”

Stewart immediately denied it: "Oh my god, don't be ridiculous! That one weighed three hundred pounds, and this one is even bigger than that one!"

But Green Bubble insisted: "Not enough for 300 pounds."

Stewart shrugged and turned to find the scale.

"Then let's weigh him, so you can give up—Aaaaaah! What are you doing, you vulture!"

Just as she turned around, Raphael, the Devilclaw Monster, extended his hooked claws and easily cut a large piece of meat off the tuna, then began to feast on it.

Xiong Gu and Gu Xiong immediately gathered around, eagerly "cooing" as they huddled together, devouring the fish meat cut by the Devil Claw Monster.

"Oh my god."

Qingpaopao imitated Steo's accent quite well, saying, "Not enough for three hundred pounds."

Stio screamed in a frenzy, "Aaaaah, you're bullying me!"

Ivy Beatrice glanced at them, shook her head, sighed silently, and continued reading her magic book. After only a few pages, she became restless and couldn't continue.

She was unable to successfully cast any of the spells in the book.

So she concentrated intently, immersing herself in her own brilliant spiritual world.

This time, a golden system panel appeared before my eyes.

As the demon Diraz stated, the so-called "orbs" and "system panels" are power amplifications created by powerful beings. She possesses the ability to absorb demonic essence and soul power to strengthen herself, which is also another form of "orb." After several attempts, the mental phenomenon successfully changed, replicating a visual effect similar to the "system panel."

Generic name: Ivy Beatrice (Chu Shih-hsin)

Large-sized otherworldly creatures (chaotic, interdimensional, evil)

Life Level: d "Six-Armed Serpent Demon/Human" + d "Sword of Military Path/Mortal Hunter" + d "Sword of Military Path/Golden Spirit Servant"

Special attacks: grappling, mastery of grappling, spell-like abilities, supernatural abilities, summoning demons.

Traits: Damage Reduction/Good and Cold Iron, Darkvision, Immunity to Electricity and Toxins, Resistance to Acid, Freeze, and Fire, Spell Resistance, Telepathy, True Knowledge, Evil Aura

Attributes: Strength, Agility, Constitution, Intelligence, Wisdom, Charisma

Job attributes:

Military Sword Level

Mortal Hunter

Golden Spirit Servant Level

The "real name" and "background" fields have disappeared, as has the original "dual-professional" field.

However, from a life-level perspective, her original "Sword of Military Path/Mortal Hunter" level was still intact. The newly acquired "Sword of Military Path" level, gained by consuming soul power, was also still there. When she focused her attention on the "Sword of Military Path" attribute, a whole host of abilities instantly appeared, such as "Combat Insight," "Weapon Adaptation," and "Mastery of Intuitive Evasion," along with a dazzling array of martial arts and sword techniques, leaving her dizzy and overwhelmed.

The same applies to turning one's attention to the "Mortal Hunter" and the "Golden Spirit Servant".

The "Mortal Hunter" possesses a vast array of skills, including "Mortal Skin," "Detect Mortals," and "Mortal Slash," as well as a long list of spells he has mastered, all of which appear densely packed.

The previously dull and lackluster "Nature Champion" has been replaced by the bright "Golden Spirit Servant".

She focused her thoughts on the "Golden Spirit Servant" and immediately sensed that this new profession was born after neutralizing that golden flame.

It granted Ivy-Beate two class abilities: the first was "Detect Good" and the second was "Domain (Protection)," which added to the known magic of the "Mortal Hunter" class.

What pleased her was that when the "Golden Spirit Servant" class reached a certain level, it would, like the "Rainbow Servant" of Quetzalcoatl or the "Red Scale Servant" of the Red Dragon Lord, open the barrier between arcane and divine magic, allowing her to cast all priestly divine spells using the same arcane techniques. Furthermore, it would cause a certain change in her life form.

—Is this a gift from the original Him?

This made Ivy Beatrice feel a little heavy-hearted.

After all, a sentence from her past life left a deep impression on her: "Everything in this world actually has a price tag attached in secret—what's free is often the most expensive."

Author's Note: My apologies everyone. The update is a bit short because I was distracted. Please blame Pelosi!

Chapter 116 The Omnipotent Pig and the Terminator

After several days of sailing, the two ships arrived at the waters where the dragon head sank.

However, the storm they encountered earlier caused Medusa and Chasan, the lizardman, to lose their way, and they were unable to find the location where the red dragon's head had sunk despite several attempts to enter the water.

And so Ivy Beatrice's sea voyage began to become unusually calm.

Every morning was her surgery time on the three-masted sailing ship, and around noon she would return to the trimaran to sunbathe, where she would spend the entire afternoon.

Ivy Beatrice remembers disliking being exposed to direct sunlight in her past life, but for some reason, she feels uncomfortable if she doesn't get sun exposure every day since her reincarnation.

While basking in the sun, she waited patiently for news from Medusa's sister Steo and the "bomber squadron."

To date, all sixteen test subjects of the "Mass Production Bomber Project" have survived, making it a resounding success. Three were lizardmen, and thirteen were humans. Ivy-Beate transplanted Glendale's eyeballs, breath pouches, and wings into them, along with a small piece of her own demon skin.

Ivy Beate gave them a name: "Bomber Squadron".

Every day, members of the bomber squadron would fly several nautical miles away to patrol, observe the movements of pirates or storms, and then return to report.

Chasan, the lizardman, did not become the squadron leader of the bomber platoon. The squadron leader was Experiment Sixteen, a sailor named "Sink." Compared to the others, Sink was the thinnest, and his fire breath attack was only moderately powerful. However, he was the most agile, the fastest, and the most intelligent.

Ivy-Beate's "System Panel" shows that Sink's race is "Grandel".

Initially, Sink's race was human, and the surgical experiments performed on him by the six-armed serpent demon were not part of the "mass production bomber project".

Sink is an old, blind sailor nearing seventy who had one arm torn apart by the "Blade Barrier" during the battle between the six-armed serpent demon and the red dragon.

Chasan, the lizardman, considered him experienced but also cowardly, so he recommended him to Ivy Beate. Thus, Ivy Beate healed the one-armed old man's wounds, transplanted one of Glendale's eyes into him, and ordered him to assist Chasan in managing the other blind sailors.

With nothing to do after leaving Blacksail, and with a super donor like Glendale available, Ivy Beate's interest in medicine was reignited. After completing the "Mass Production Bomber Project," she couldn't stay idle and her hands started itching to get back to work.

So she suddenly had an idea.

This comes from a discussion in a previous life.

At the time, she and her college roommate, one of the very few people who didn't trigger her social anxiety, were watching the American TV series "Fargo" on their laptops in their dorm room. In "Fargo," two black brothers played a pair of bumbling fools who were demoted to guarding the archives after making a mistake at work.

With nothing to do, these two foolish philosophers began to ponder philosophical questions:

"We're in the archives room, right? If I take one file, the archives room is still called an archives room. If I take two files, it's still an archives room. But if I take one file every day, day after day, until all the files in the archives room are gone, should it still be called an archives room?"

Chu Shixin's eyes lit up at that moment.

“They have a point,” she said to her roommate. “I just thought of something.”

"what?"

"The Universal Pig Project. Pig organs are genetically similar to human organs. If some gene segments are removed, they can replace human organs for transplantation, right?"

“Yeah,” my roommate replied casually.

While watching the show, her attention was mostly focused on Billy Bob Thornton, who played the assassin.

Chu Shixin said, "If this patient needs a liver transplant, and we give him a pig's liver, he is still a human being, right?"

"Well, what happened?"

"So if his kidneys fail, we can transplant a pig kidney into him, and he'll still be a human being, right?"

My roommate was confused; she clearly hadn't grasped the point: "So?"

"Look, if this patient's body is a complete mess, let's say he's severely injured all over and needs to replace 70% of his organs, and we transplant pig organs into him, then tell me, is this patient a person or a pig? If 70% isn't enough, what about 80%, or 90%? Especially since we now use DNA classification to determine species, after the transplant, this person's DNA..."

“Oh, stop it, I hate medical ethics,” my roommate groaned. “We just finished our exams, let’s keep watching how Lester outwits the killer.”

Chu Shixin said, "I was just thinking that the Terminator might have been created by a pharmaceutical or biochemical company."

My roommate was shocked.

"You're jumping the gun! What does this have to do with the Terminator?!"

"Drones are far easier and more efficient at killing people than humanoid robots, so why bother creating such complex humanoid robots out of thin air?" Chu Shixin said. "I think this is all a result of artificial organ transplantation. Initially, humans just wanted to develop biochemical devices to replace damaged organs and live longer, from internal organs to bones, memory storage and uploading to computers, and replacing the brain with a more efficient computing system. With the development of technology, all of these can be replaced, and humans have achieved immortality. But you can't walk down the street in the form of a mechanical skeleton, so you still have to disguise yourself as a normal person, which led to the Terminator T's appearance."

"Later, the wealthiest group of immortals realized they could manipulate and control others by inputting programs, so biochemistry and artificial intelligence were combined... and thus Skynet was born. Then, to avoid being completely controlled and enslaved by the rich and powerful, the lower classes refused organ transplants and preferred to die naturally. So the Terminator War was actually a war launched by the lower classes against the rich and powerful."