Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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At that moment, Fars suddenly remembered a magic spell her father had once mentioned to her.

“My dear little princess, you are a very talented child,” her father often said. His gentle tone brought tears to her eyes whenever she thought of it. “This is my magic book. Keep it close to your body and don’t let anyone find it.”

She cried as she covered her mouth and carefully took out the blood-soaked magic book.

She gently turned to the page about magic, and her eyes lit up.

Fars tore off the bloodstained page from the magic book and used the page filled with magical spells as a scroll.

She chanted incantations softly, making various hand gestures with one hand.

Before Fars lay a bare stone foundation. These large round pavilions had once been her home, but now not only were her family gone, but even the roofs and pillars of the houses had been pulverized by the rotating blades of the demon's force field, leaving only these massive round stone foundations.

She placed her hand on the edge of the stone foundation, her heart pounding.

This magic requires a high level of spellcasting ability, but it was a magic left by her father, and her intense emotions unleashed magic power several times greater than before.

Fars saw that, under the influence of magic, the huge stone foundation miraculously shrank and turned into a stone disc.

This is a third-circle arcane spell, "Shrinking Objects".

It is possible to shrink the size of an ordinary object to one-sixteenth of its original size in every aspect, which would reduce the object's weight and volume to one four-thousandth of its original size.

Now even Fars can pick it up.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to pick up the stone tablet, then secretly peered at the demon's back from behind the ruins.

—So what if it's an "anti-magic field"?

—This stone disc weighs about five pounds, one four-thousandth of a pound. If you throw it, the "anti-magic field" will suppress the "shrinking" effect, making it weigh twenty thousand pounds! Wouldn't that kill you?!

With a sweep of the Mortal Hunter class's "Detect Mortal" skill, the weak life huddled and trembling in the ruins was nothing less than a bright flame burning in the darkness in Ivy-Beate's eyes.

—A little girl?

She hesitated for a moment, then her attention was drawn to the screams of the Shadow Mage in the distance.

The battered female dwarf screamed and struggled to break free from the endless "blade barriers." Her former image as a tall, beautiful woman with brown skin was gone, revealing her true form as a deformed dwarf. This was because she had also erected an "anti-magic field" around her own body.

If this magic hadn't been used, Ilint wouldn't have lasted this long.

She had exhausted her "dispelling magic" in order to remove the endless "blade barriers" and the snake demon's projected clones.

Teleportation magic requires the caster to imagine a familiar location, but the Shadow Mage could only think of two: her home in Blacksail Town and her ship. Right now, a raging fire was burning in the direction of the docks; under the aerial attack of "Mass-Produced Warrior Test Subject One," the fleeing people and numerous pirate ships had been reduced to ashes. Meanwhile, her home in Blacksail Town was being ravaged by "Blade Barrier."

Guarded by four projected clones, the giant serpent slowly swam up to the female dwarf and greeted her with amusement: "Hey, still interested in my face?"

Her "mind detection" magic saw a lot.

Ilint tilted her head back, staring in utter terror at the towering, six-armed serpent demon, her small body trembling like a leaf. Her lips moved, but her mind was completely blank.

Ivy Beatrice stretched out an arm and lifted her into the air.

Wizards in the "anti-magic field" are more vulnerable than newly hatched chicks.

"Please, spare me..."

Only then did Ilint remember to beg for mercy, managing to utter with difficulty, "I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you. I... I can... I can sign a contract with you and pledge my allegiance to you until death..."

Ivy Beatrice seemed to think about it seriously.

“That sounds pretty good, but I’m a demon, and we in the Abyss don’t do contracts or deals,” the eerie demons said in unison. “So let’s skip the intermediate steps of pledging allegiance for now.”

Ilint was speechless.

The next instant, the Spellbreaker Mand avoided her heart but pierced her chest instead.

The female dwarf screamed as she was impaled on the tip of the sword.

"If you beg me for mercy, I'll give you a chance."

The six-armed serpent demon extended its silver-blue greatsword horizontally, causing Ilint, who was impaled on the sword tip, to extend beyond the ten-foot range of the "anti-magic field" surrounding its demonic body.

The four serpent demon projection clones repeatedly cast "Blade Barrier".

Ilint coughed up mouthfuls of blood, and at the same time saw outside the "anti-magic field" she had cast, there were layers upon layers of rapidly rotating force field blades, so dense that they were indistinguishable from one another.

Tears blurred the dwarf woman's vision.

—Continuing to maintain the "anti-magic field" will result in death from the injuries. Only by eliminating the "anti-magic field" can one obtain a potion to heal fatal wounds from the dimensional bag, but with so many layers of "blade barriers"...

Her emerald green vertical pupils watched with great interest as Ilint struggled on the tip of the sword.

The female dwarf was crying and snotting, her clenched teeth filled with blood. She could feel the blood accumulating rapidly inside her body cavity; she was about to bleed to death.

She moved her hand to the dimensional bag and screamed as she deactivated the "anti-magic field".

The next instant, Ilint's ugly face was filled with despair as she was torn to pieces by countless high-speed rotating force field blades, and her body exploded into a cloud of blood mist amidst excruciating pain.

Fine bone fragments scattered everywhere.

Ivy Beatrice withdrew the now-empty Spellbreaker Mand. The silver-blue blade of the adamantite greatsword was spotless, as if it had been polished to a new shine by the force field.

She took a deep breath and absorbed the soul of the female dwarf, who was still immersed in extreme pain and unable to extricate herself.

“Ah,” Ivy Beatrice said, “now you don’t need anyone else’s face.”

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a gust of wind pressing down on her head!

When the six-armed serpent demon's gaze swept toward where Fars was hiding, the girl's heart nearly jumped out of her mouth.

Fortunately, the Shadow Mage Ilint appeared from another direction at that moment, attracting the demons' attention. The five shadowy figures turned around, their backs to her, and headed towards the female dwarf.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the girl, holding the stone tablet created by the "shrinking technique," quietly climbed up the broken wall.

Her face turned deathly pale as she watched the six-armed, snake-bodied demon easily lift the female dwarf with one hand and plunge his sword into her chest.

—Go, Princess! Nothing can stop you from avenging your father!

Fars took a deep breath, and while the six-armed serpent demon had its back to her and its attention was still on the female dwarf, she raised the stone tablet high with both hands and hurled it hard at the six-armed serpent demon's head!

The five-pound stone disc flew in an arc and struck the six-armed serpent demon's head with precision.

The stone cake tumbled and rapidly expanded in the air, regaining its original size and weight four thousand times that of the stone base of the round pavilion, before crashing down like a tidal wave!

Fars' eyes widened with excitement, and she clenched her little fists.

Then... she stared blankly.

Ivy Beatrice also had a somewhat blank expression.

Her emerald green vertical pupils blinked repeatedly. First, she curiously looked up at the trembling, pitch-black stone foundation above her head, then turned her gaze to the pale-faced little girl standing on the broken wall not far away.

The six-armed serpent demon was 2.7 meters tall, less than nine feet.

The "Anti-Magic Field" is a spherical force field measuring ten feet square.

The force field of the "Sword Blade Barrier" rotates, creating a wall of blades twenty feet high.

So when Ivy Beatrice walked into the Blade Barrier while circling the Anti-Magic Field, there was only one theoretical point of tangency between the Anti-Magic Field above her and the upper edge of the Blade Barrier, with an area infinitely close to zero. This was even with her serpentine body completely vertical.

The colossal boulder, weighing 20,000 pounds, landed on a sea of ​​swirling blades of force fields long before it reached Ivy Beatrice's head.

Each rotating blade of the "Blade Barrier" is a materialized form of magic directly fixed at a spatial coordinate point. Unless it is magic that can shatter the force field, no external force can move them even a fraction of an inch.

Let alone 20,000 pounds, even if 2 million pounds fell, it wouldn't have any effect.

As the incomparably sharp force field blade hummed and spun, stone dust fell in a flurry.

Ivy-Beate quickly raised a hand to cover her mouth and nose, and swam out from under the stone base with the four projected clones around her, arriving in front of Fars.

Fars's gaze remained fixed on the air behind the six-armed serpent demon.

The massive stone base of the round pavilion, suspended twenty feet above the ground, trembled as numerous rotating blades of force fields continuously sliced ​​off fine stones and stone dust.

The six-armed snake demon cleared his throat.

Fars shuddered. A pale yellow liquid trickled down her legs, wetting her shoes.

The six-armed serpent demon asked calmly, "Who are you?"

Fars rolled her eyes, before she could even figure out how to get away with it—

"Oh, the little princess of the Hosk Pirates... You seem to be having a lot of fun with the forgiveness game."

Almost instantly, the mortal hunter's "Thought Detection" magic saw through every single thought in the human girl's mind.

Nobody likes feeling completely exposed. For a moment, Fars forgot how terrifying the demon before her was, her face flushed red as she screamed, "Kill me if you dare, or I'll avenge my father sooner or later!"

Ivy Beatrice raised an eyebrow.

She tried to raise her sword to kill the pirate cub, or to have the snake demon's clone cast a "blade barrier" on her, but both attempts failed automatically.

Some moral imprints from her past life on Earth still stubbornly persist. Even after being reincarnated as a demon, she still cannot bring herself to kill a minor without being threatened.

—You say you have such low moral character, yet you refuse to die, which puts me in a difficult position.

The six-armed snake demon smacked its lips.

[Mass-produced Warrior Test Subject No. 1] She telepathically sensed the lizard man Chasang's voice: "Here to clean up the trash."

Ten seconds later, a torrent of intense fire swept across the broken wall.

After a short scream, Fars was not much more than Ilint in terms of what remained.

Chapter 109 Life and Death in the Tunnel

As Captain Marius, the heavily armored Casta Guard captain, led his five companions through the deep, dark tunnels, the town above them was already awash in blood.

Marius hunched over, gripping his birth knife tightly in his hand, just like the other Casta lizardmen.

He is thirty-five years old this year and is already a veteran who has been through many battles.

Unlike the Baro lizard people, the Casta lizard people are viviparous, not oviparous. In the first year after a newborn Casta lizard person is born, their family gives them a finely crafted curved knife, known as the "birth knife." The Casta lizard people will use it for their entire lives and cherish it meticulously.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that the moonstone embedded in the hilt of the Birth Blade had cracked.

That was the life stone of their priest-chief.

This indicates that the life of the High Priestess Casta has come to an end.

All the Casta lizardmen guards noticed the broken moonstone on the hilt of their birth swords.

After a few seconds of silence, Marius's booming laughter echoed through the dark tunnel: "Today is a good day to die!"

The six Casta lizardmen burst into laughter.

"Oh my goodness."

Among the fleeing group in the distance of the tunnel, Medusa, who was walking at the front, also heard it and muttered softly, "Have these bastards gone mad?"

Two sounds, one from in front of her and one from behind her, came: "Gurgle, gurgle."

The Casta lizardmen reach adulthood at ten years old.

Over the course of ten years, they grew up, mastering swordsmanship and armor, witnessing their coming of age in rites of passage with the blood of their peers, and learning strategy and tactics, defeating their opponents with cunning retreats and ambushes. However, once past twenty and entering old age, these Casta lizardmen transformed into war-loving thugs and madmen. To hell with tactics and cunning. They would even stab each other in the back for the head of the suicide squad, even priests and leaders—Casta lizardmen could not afford to die weakly on their sickbeds; that was an intolerable disgrace.

Now that their leader has achieved his goal, the living can only sincerely envy him.

The one who envied the priest leader the most was none other than the captain of the guards, Marius.

He has served as a suicide bomber for fifteen consecutive years.

For fifteen years, he fought on the front lines, bearing countless scars, but he was never the one who died. To this day, whether they fly in the sky, walk on the ground, or swim in the sea, whether they have two legs or four legs, as long as they can move and breathe, there is no enemy he has not killed.

Unbeknownst to him, Marius had stepped into the realm of an unprecedented legendary warrior, becoming the strongest among the Casta pirates.

He's even less likely to die.

When he realized this, he was in unbearable pain.

Upon learning of the priest leader's successful demise, Marius was filled with mixed emotions, including envy, jealousy, and hatred.

He could no longer tolerate exploring at such a slow pace.

The legendary Casta warrior shrieked, lowering his center of gravity, and strode forward through the darkness, relentlessly pursuing his prey along the tunnel. His five companions roared, filing in after him.

At the rear of the fleeing caravan, Raphael, the dinosaur responsible for bringing up the rear, turned his vulture-like head toward the approaching roars and hurried footsteps.

It stopped and awkwardly turned its body, which was covered in a hard shell.

"Raphael?"

Blue Bubble asked softly from behind him.

The dinosaur ignored her, its eyes fixed on the direction from which the tunnel had come, rubbing its two massive claws together with a metallic scraping sound.

After the legendary Casta warrior had raced through the darkness, tail swishing, around two bends, he finally faced the massive, heavily armored Terrorclaw monster with ecstatic joy.