Chapter Thirty-Three: The Devil’s Deal! Request for Monthly Ticket
Rosad Duchy, Royal City.
As night approached, everything in the court fell silent. Since the Duchess of Red Dragon took control here, many of the original nobles had been stripped of their positions and sent back home to farm. Now, the ruling faction within the entire duchy consisted of her loyalists. Although there were many dissatisfied with her in secret, no one dared to openly stand against her due to her immense strength. Especially during this period before the Saint’s Cataclysm, even the Church was unwilling to interfere too much in secular matters; after all, the Duchess had not committed any acts that would provoke the wrath of the heavens.
On the contrary!
Under her rule, the military strength of Rosad Duchy had skyrocketed, subtly suppressing the nearby kingdoms.
The Duchess of Red Dragon was quite beloved among the army, possibly due to her astonishing charm or her formidable personal strength.
Of course.
If she hadn’t suffered a major defeat under Soren, her reputation among the troops would likely be even higher.
Since taking power, the Duchess had achieved three significant victories in a row, but unfortunately, this winning streak was ended by Soren in the Battle of Fury Sand Island, resulting in the almost total annihilation of Rosad Duchy’s navy.
Now.
In the quiet side palace, all the court guards had withdrawn, leaving the vast hall empty with only the Duchess of Red Dragon present.
“Hehe!”
A strange, flirty laugh echoed, and a hazy figure emerged, ultimately transforming into a captivating and enticing woman.
On the surface, she was almost breathtakingly beautiful, possessing an allure akin to that of a high-level succubus.
But upon closer inspection!
It could be discerned that she was not a succubus, but a devil from the Hell of Bartok.
A high-level pleasure demon!
They are the advanced form of lust demons, possessing the bloodline of fallen angels, and form the backbone of the Hell of Bartok.
These pleasure demons are dedicated to tempting mortals into corruption, somewhat simpler and more straightforward than succubuses. Devils place greater emphasis on the corruption of the soul; they will brew for a long time and then harvest the fruits at the last moment.
“My dear Kalyena!”
The pleasure demon smiled seductively, her full red lips parted as she said, “It seems we haven’t seen each other in a long time! I really do miss your taste!…”
At this, she extended her tongue and gently licked the corner of her mouth, as if issuing a silent seduction.
The Duchess of Red Dragon’s expression was not pleasant. She shot a cold glance at the pleasure demon before saying in a low voice, “Enough! I have already provided you with plenty of souls. Don’t even think about laying your eyes on me again, or I won’t show mercy!”
“Hehe!” The flirty laughter rang out again as the pleasure demon approached with elegant cat-like steps, leaning her crimson lips close to the Duchess’s ear and softly saying, “Don’t be so heartless! I still cherish the joyous times we spent together!…”
“You were quite happy then too, weren’t you?”
The Duchess of Red Dragon’s ample chest heaved, her face slightly flushed. However, her expression remained ice-cold as she said, “Speak! What do you want?”
The pleasure demon playfully extended her tongue and suddenly licked the Duchess’s delicate earlobe, then, with a light giggle, evaded, softly saying, “Don’t be so cold!”
“I’ve heard you’ve recently encountered some trouble. I’m here to help you.”
The Duchess of Red Dragon turned around in confusion. As the pleasure demon licked her earlobe, she shivered all over, but quickly regained her composure. With a stern voice, she asked, “Help me? What do you want?”
There’s no such thing as a free lunch.
If a devil wants to give you something, they will inevitably take something from you in return.
“Well.”
The pleasure demon tilted her head, gazing at the Duchess with shimmering eyes. As the most tempting devil from the Hell of Bartok, even women are not immune to her allure. She smiled lightly and said, “A better soul.”
“Although you have provided quite a few, they are merely weak males. The males in your family have already been clouded by lust; while they possess decent talents, they are unfortunately too weak, just like flowers in a greenhouse.”
“This is a family of fools.”
“Those fallen fools even astonish devils! Is this how mortal sorcerer families operate?”
The Duchess of Red Dragon’s face turned pale with fury as she snapped, “Enough!”
Buzz.
An invisible wave of energy surged, and scarlet dragon wings appeared behind her.
“Oh dear!”
The pleasure demon feigned a surprised and frightened expression, but gracefully stepped closer, seeming not at all afraid, and sweetly said, “My dear Kalyena, please don’t be so angry!”
“Didn’t I help you control this family?”
“You can do whatever you want, right? The scent of those fools’ bloodlines is quite nice, isn’t it? They are such stupid mortals! They think they can rely on close relatives’ bloodlines to nurture excellent offspring, yet they don’t understand that only the survival of the fittest can breed true strong ones!”
“Alright, alright!”
“Don’t be angry anymore. I’ve brought you a gift this time; you might really like it!”
“As for the payment…”
“I think we can wait a bit, but tonight, you don’t mind keeping me company for a chat, do you?”
The pleasure demon licked her lips, a hint of a strange smile appearing on her alluring face. The Duchess of Red Dragon trembled slightly, turning around to fix a cold gaze upon her.
Devils love to play with minds.
They are never as simple and crude as demons. The pleasure demon turned and pressed her full chest against the Duchess’s back, gently rubbing against her, while her slender, fair hand slipped inside the Duchess’s sorcerer robe. Instantly, the Duchess’s body trembled, a peculiar flush rising on her face as her gaze seemed to momentarily lose focus.
The pleasure demon’s voice sounded as if it came from hell, her body undulating softly. She extended her tongue, taking the Duchess’s earlobe between her lips, and whispered in an almost mesmerizing tone, “You say no, but your body seems very honest!”
“My dear Kalyena.”
“Do you still remember the joyous times we shared?”
“Hehe!”
………………
Treasure Island.
Soren coldly gazed at the Indigenous People’s Tribe before him. Using bl**d sacrifices to worship deities is akin to drinking poison to quench thirst; the desire of the deity grows stronger over time, turning once-a-year sacrifices into once-a-month rituals, ultimately dragging the entire tribe into a quagmire. Such transformed deities are basically evil false gods; their madness is akin to that of abyssal demons, with bl**d offerings thoroughly destroying their sanity.
“Attack!”
At the peak of the ritual, under the deity’s perception, Soren ordered in a low voice, “Do not leave any survivors among the warriors!”
The slaves he needed were not warriors.
Warriors were difficult to control, so killing them was the simplest and most straightforward method!
With Soren’s order, figures surged forward, and he himself vanished into the night.
Thud.
The sound of bodies falling echoed repeatedly.
Soren’s figure appeared like a ghost, each appearance taking the lives of several Indigenous warriors. The arrow tower was quickly cleared, and the guards offered no resistance.
Creak!
The doors were flung open by the wanderers, and elite pirates rushed in from outside.
Frantic shouts came from up ahead, and the fervent ritual completely overshadowed everything; these Indigenous people were all lost in some emotion.
However.
The evil god they worshiped seemed to sense something, and in an instant, a weak wave enveloped the area.
The connection between deities.
The moment Soren made his move, they also sensed his presence. However, as an evil god born from souls, it faced more limitations in many respects than Soren did.
—”Shadow Leap!”
—”High Acceleration Spell!”
Soren’s figure surged forward with astonishing speed, instantly activating the Lich’s Ring +5, and then appearing near the altar, lunging his blade towards the Indigenous shaman presiding over the ritual.
Pfff!
With a spray of bl**d, the aged Indigenous shaman froze, gazing with bewilderment at the blade piercing through his heart.
At this moment.
Outside, the sounds of battle finally erupted, and the Indigenous participants, immersed in the ritual, suddenly seemed to awaken from a dream!
…………… (To be continued ~^~)
