Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Before the pain could reach her brain, she stared blankly as she saw herself with her intestines spilling out amidst splattered blood, her body torn to pieces!

Under the "anti-magic field," all the protective spells the legendary high priest had cast beforehand, his numerous magical ornaments and enchanted armor, as well as the trigger-based healing and teleportation spells that protected him at all times, were rendered useless.

No, no!

Before Madam Otucan could even open her mouth, the blade pierced her throat with a "whoosh," severing her vocal cords, and even a mournful cry became a futile hope.

—My legendary magic, not yet…

Her eyes were wide with rage.

He watched helplessly as a flash of silver-blue sword light appeared, followed by a dizzying spin, and his body felt as if it had lost its weight.

With a swift and decisive stroke, Ivy Beatrice severed the dragon's head, its eyes blazing with fury.

The head of the Ottokan matriarch rolled to the ground with a thud.

She stared blankly as her bright red neck blood gushed up like a fountain onto the ceiling of the private room, and her blurry figure was bathed in blood.

—Losques, my son…

The thought process was frozen in place.

Filled with resentment and longing, before she could even close her eyes, her consciousness slipped into eternal darkness.

As is well known, the various dragon kings of the Abel world transformed their dreams into their own divine kingdoms. However, the soul of Matron Otukan will never have the chance to reach the Bronze Dragon's dream kingdom.

The six-armed serpent demon closed its eyes, still wanting more.

Bathed in the blood of the High Priest, she stood silently in the pool of blood, inhaling the death deeply into her lungs, feeling the surge of soul power that followed.

She felt her own heart beating steadily and powerfully.

Bang bang, bang bang.

Having been reborn as a demon in this world, she was not without killing. Although it had only been a month or so, she had walked the line of fire countless times, and the number of people she had killed was enough to form a river of blood at her feet.

But never before had she felt more exhilarated than this. It was the first time she had felt the restless flow of blood and the vibrant energy of life coursing through her body, making her almost want to burst into laughter.

Ivy Beatrice didn't care at all about the dragon-blooded woman at her feet, whom she had just chopped to pieces.

There is only one person she truly cares about.

Zaire, the legendary archmage who rules the magical kingdom of Samarach.

Since her reincarnation, the deep-seated hatred accumulated from her previous life has been fermenting in her heart at all times.

She desperately tried to become stronger, not to defeat him, but to destroy him.

But the harder she tried to become stronger, the more desperate she felt.

Especially after witnessing the earth-shattering battle of the burning port, she stood there in a daze for an entire night, almost forgetting the time, and even gritted her teeth and secretly shed tears.

How can that bastard be so strong?

Even though he was no match for the two-headed evil dragon Hesladi, compared to him who could unleash earth-shattering legendary magic with ease, he was simply a tiny insect.

She finally understood why, even though he had guessed her existence, he had never taken any action against her personally.

From beginning to end, he looked down on her completely.

It was a kind of contempt that came from complete control.

This realization sent shivers down the spine of the reborn six-armed serpent demon.

It was out of anger, but even more so out of despair.

—While I am indeed a demon in a supernatural form, how much do I need to grow before I can possibly take revenge on someone with that kind of power?

—Can I really win?

The reborn six-armed serpent demon dared not even consider this question, for fear that excessive thinking would take away her last bit of courage and perseverance.

And now, she has finally found the key to victory.

The "Advanced Teleportation" that allows for instant close-range combat, the "Anti-Magic Field" that counters all magic, the honed swordsmanship that is so sharp, and the "Iron Heart Power" that can dispel all magic or other effects.

She finally saw a glimmer of hope, though it was still just a glimmer.

The family knows their own affairs.

Her magical skills aren't high. The "Anti-Magic Field" requires a scroll to cast, which is very time-consuming; in actual combat, that guy probably won't give her any time to use a scroll. Moreover, as a legendary archmage, that guy likely has some tricks up his sleeve to deal with the "Anti-Magic Field."

The "advanced teleportation" spell that high-level demons can use at will may be countered or reversed by that bastard's magic, rendering it ineffective for surprise attacks and close-range combat.

But these are all just technical issues.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, isn't it?

The six-armed serpent demon, reborn without expression, raised his greatsword and plunged it into the cheek of Matriarch Otukan, who lay in a pool of blood. With a slight effort, he lifted the lone head of the dragon priest.

—One must master more magic, hone one's swordsmanship, and even attain divinity.

—We must surpass him.

—You wait, one day I will put your head on the tip of a sword just like that.

Thinking about it carefully, she has so many things to do.

To deal with that bastard, it's not enough to simply defeat him with the "don't underestimate a young man's potential" mentality; we must utterly destroy him, eliminating him in every aspect, from his career to his character, both physically and mentally, so that he can never be reincarnated.

At the same time, they must figure out the two meanings of what the demon concubine Diraz said, fight against the "corruption" of the demon lord Demogorgon, and also unravel the mystery of "True Name Convergence".

She didn't want to become any other strange or weird thing; she just wanted to be herself as she was.

The six-armed snake demon Ivy-Beate stood in the box for a while longer, calming herself down and waiting for the magical energy of the "anti-magic field" to dissipate.

——Alright, let's get down to business.

Ivy Beatrice used her telekinesis to deflect the blood and fragments of internal organs from her body. Her six-armed, sword-wielding, white jade upper body and her jet-black serpentine lower body were restored to their pristine state.

Even the blood-stained surface of the liquid rolled automatically, clearing a clean space for her.

All traces of her have been completely erased.

Next, she picked up the communication crystal ball with her other hand and carefully positioned herself behind the field of vision displayed by the crystal ball.

She activated it.

After waiting for a few seconds, she heard the crystal ball roar furiously.

The holder of the other communication crystal ball had clearly seen the scene in the private room: the box containing gold was open, and the gleaming gold bricks and the floor were covered with mottled blood and fragments of internal organs.

"This is a response to what you have done."

She said in her scarred voice and tone, "Someone asked me to give you their regards."

She turned off the communication crystal ball and shut down the heart-wrenching roar of the burn scars.

She put the eighty pieces of gold back into her dimensional bag and used "Advanced Teleportation" to reappear at the "Red Forest" temple, the place where she once fought the Thunder Devourer.

In the last battle, the sodium element she summoned blew up half of the open-air bath, and even the temple priest died.

After that, the Thunder Eater returned to the top city with his achievements.

Today, the temple is in ruins, and there is not a soul in sight.

With a flick of her fingers, Ivy Beatrice easily crushed the communication crystal ball into dust.

The next second, flames spread outwards from her feet in all directions.

Soon, the ruins were filled with leaping flames, which spread to the surrounding red grass, bushes and trees, and continued to spread in all directions.

The Red Forest Temple has been transformed into the Fire Sea Temple.

The six-armed serpent demon Ivy-Beate stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, satisfied to see all traces of herself engulfed by the flames. Hearing distant cries for help to put out the fire, she once again activated "Advanced Teleportation" and returned to the dark captain's cabin of the three-masted sailing ship a thousand miles away.

Ivy-Beate hummed a little tune as she carefully placed the glass bottle containing the breath reservoir back onto the storage shelf on the cabin wall.

After going out for a walk, she stretched comfortably.

The matriarch of the Otukan family, the High Priestess of the Dragonborn, and one of the rulers of the City of Flame, died in the theater on the sixth floor of the lower city.

This matter is bound to cause a huge uproar.

Burnscar is a servant of Madam Ottocan. The fact that he handed over the gold he had stolen from Gululos to Madam Ottocan indicates that the two met today.

So as long as the city guards in charge of the investigation aren't a bunch of idiots, they'll definitely be able to follow the clues and trace the death of the Ottocan matriarch back to Burnscar.

To her, that guy didn't seem like the kind of person who would surrender and willingly face death after being wronged.

Ivy Beatrice found it increasingly amusing.

She only found gold with the Matriarch of Otukan, so the dimensional bag and daily ledger that Gululos always carried with him still ended up in the hands of that scarred man.

Inside the private room, Ivy Beat deliberately didn't mention the name of the Thunder Eater to the person with the burn scar.

But as long as that green man isn't a pig, it won't be difficult to find clues in Gululos's daily ledgers, and then follow the trail to the Thunder Eater to avenge the Otukan matriarch.

She'd be happy whichever of the two guys, the Thunder Eater and the Burn Scar, died.

—It's just a pity about Gurulos.

She thought with a touch of regret.

—In this case, it's unclear who would be the most suitable recipient for this breath reservoir.

—Raphael the Feral Dinosaur?

Ivy Beatrice was undecided.

His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the dragon-blooded, bad-blooded Gululos.

With Gurulos overseeing the Bronk Gang below and connecting with the city's upper echelons above, her information channels in the City of Flame have expanded considerably.

However, with the two-headed dragon invasion now over, and her voyage to find the lost red dragon head, she wouldn't need Gurulos for the time being. She was currently treating him as a long-term investment. And now, that investment had gone down the drain.

After settling things off at sea, we'll still need to find a replacement for Gurulos.

she thinks.

The Bronze Dragon was seriously injured in the last battle, and she has never given up the idea of ​​taking its place.

In particular, if the head of the red dragon were salvaged and its divinity successfully extracted, the chances of replacing the bronze dragon would be much greater.

After pondering this for a while, her upper and lower eyelids gradually started to droop.

Demons don't need sleep, but Ivy Beatrice likes to be wrapped in a blanket for safety and comfort.

The six-armed serpent demon Ivy-Beate decided to celebrate a little, have a drink, and then go to sleep. This would help her to deal with the blind pirates at dawn and also test the Black Sail Governor in the magic tower.

She reached under the luxurious bed in the captain's cabin with both hands and soon pulled out a case of sweet wine.

However, there were no wine glasses to be found in the captain's cabin.

Ivy Beatrice took the Abel Planetarium from the bedside table in the captain's cabin. It was made of pure copper and hollow in the middle. She sliced ​​off a quarter of the top of the planetarium with her sword, revealing the shiny hollow inside.

She poured five whole bottles of sweet wine into the planetarium, finally filling the glass.

—Don't be afraid, the devil won't get drunk.

Ivy Beatrice consoled herself with this thought, holding up the planetarium with all six of her hands and gulping down the entire cup in one go.

So, in the latter half of that night, a strange, eerie wail echoed from the mainmast: "We, the common people, are truly happy today!"

The hundreds of blind sailors left on the ship were so frightened that they huddled in the lounge all night, tossing and turning, and not one of them dared to go up to the deck.

Chapter 104 The Secret Sword "Fried Fish Eleven"

When the six-armed serpent demon Ivy Beatrice awoke, it was nearly noon. She found herself hanging haphazardly on the mainmast, the warm sunlight bathing her limbs and the giant serpent's tail.

Qingpaopao walked to the base of the mast and looked up at her with her little face.

"Hey," said Green Bubble, "want some fried fish?"

She was dizzy and unable to speak, so she could only weakly wag the tip of her tail at Green Bubble to indicate her agreement.

Before sliding down the mainmast, she glanced around, her gaze sharpening.

More fast boats gathered around their three-masted sailing ships, cleverly blocking the waterways for the three-masted sailing ships to and from the dock.

These speedboats, with black flags waving on them, clearly belong to members of Blacksail Town.

Most pirates chose these medium-sized fast ships. They didn't need many men; three to five highly skilled professionals were more effective than dozens of ordinary sailors. The ships didn't need to be large, making it easier to hide near islands and launch surprise attacks. The faster the ship, the easier it was to catch up with slow-moving merchant ships laden with cargo.

Only a very few powerful pirates with the ability to sail long distances could issue an order to gather numerous pirate ships and set up nets on the vast ocean to hunt down fleets carrying valuable goods.

Judging from the dozen or so speedboats crowding around, Black Sail Town must be quite powerful.