The battle ended faster than the female commander Mirabeta imagined.
The shadow people stationed in the city of Selgonte and the believers of Lost Lady were cleaned up by the Sambi's army without making any waves.
Even Mirabeta's most worried floating city, Sacros, did not come to support this battle.
Although in this plan against Shadowmen, the female barbarian Brenciti, who was responsible for assassinating the ghost prince Ekasia and destroying the Shadow Stone, their plan did not fail because of the lack of support from the Floating City.
As the night approached, everything in the palace became silent.
Since Mirabeta, with the support of the ghost princes, successfully passed the Supreme Election Parliament and became the female commander of the Kingdom of Sambia, many of the former old nobles have been deprived of their posts by various means, allowing all the power factions to become their confidants.
Although many people were secretly dissatisfied with Mirabeta, due to the powerful strength of the ghost princes and the Huiyao nun Terina, no one dared to openly stand up and resist her.
Now, the group of shadow citizens from the Enoak Desert who caused huge turmoil in the Kingdom of Sambi, have been completely eradicated by Mirabeta's army, which means that she is about to become the true ruler of the Kingdom of Sambi.
This is undoubtedly a happy thing for Mirabeta.
But whenever she recalls what she has because of, she deeply understands that becoming the ruler of Sambiya may just be the beginning for her.
This is just the beginning... She kept reminding herself in her heart.
In the quiet side hall, all the palace guards had retreated. In the empty hall, there was only the female commander Mirabeta.
“Geeh…”
Accompanied by a strange and frivolous laughter, a hazy figure appeared.
This is a girl, to be precise, a peerless existence that is enough to make everyone stunned and hold their breath.
The white and flawless skin, the small nose, and the pink lips are gently raised, with a charming smile full of temptation in purity.
She seems to be a contradictory group of purity and temptation. She seems to be so ignorant of the world, but she reveals her fatal temptation.
Every time I see Sister Huiyao's "Pure" Terina appear in front of me in this way, even Mirabeta, a woman, can't help but feel her heartbeat begin to accelerate.
Mirabeta did not deliberately hide her expression. She looked at Terina with a longing look as usual, and asked with a charming voice, "How is it, have you found it?"
As she spoke, she had already arrived in front of Terina without knowing it.
Although their plan for the filmmakers and the believers of Lost Lady was successfully completed, this does not mean that Terina will not pursue the details.
Brenciti violated the contract signed with Terina. She simply thought that she could escape by committing suicide, but she did not know that her stupid behavior had completely pushed her into the bottomless abyss.
She could even imagine what kind of humiliation and imprisonment the other party would experience.
"I had already branded my mark on her soul in advance. It would be easy to find her soul in the Styx." Terina showed a sweet smile like a girl, "I have to say that this is really a soul of good quality."
A fist-sized ball of light flashed in Sister Huiyao's palm.
She looked at the light ball, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her fair fingers ruthlessly pinched it into a pebble, and a painful phantom could be seen in it.
"It's interesting, she doesn't seem to give up hope yet?" Terina glanced at her with interest and said playfully: "I like this toy the most."
"I don't know how long you can hold on in my hands," she said with a smile. "As a betrayer, I hope you can bring me a short pleasure."
Mirabeta had guessed the ending of Brenciti.
Her soul will be reborn in the abyss, and after being reincarnated by Terina, she will lose most of her memories. If she has not lost herself, she may move towards the most difficult path of 'soul redemption'.
In this process, she has a very high probability of losing herself and completely sinking in the abyss.
"We not only cleaned up the shadow people of the Kingdom of Sambiya, but also destroyed all the temples of Ms. Lost." Mirabeta was not affected by this unexpected episode, but asked her most concerned question at the moment, "Will doing so cause hatred from the Church of Ms. Lost."
"Then let them hate them." Terina's indifferent look made Mirabeta feel relieved. "Ms. Lost herself may soon be troubled, let alone her hidden churches, she cannot threaten us."
"Besides..." She looked very happy. Even when she spoke, her lips unconsciously smiled. "In about two years, there will be huge turmoil in the dark area. Most of the incarnations of the demon lords in the bottomless abyss may appear in the material world. This feast full of killing will become the home court of the demons."
Mirabeta nodded secretly.
As a believer of the succubus Queen Mekanshut, she is undoubtedly the most trustworthy person for Terina. Naturally, she learned from her mouth about the turmoil that will occur in the dark area in the future.
The real purpose of Terina's retreat in the Kingdom of Sambia in advance was to complete the plan of the succubus Queen against the demon prince Demogorgen.
"Although in this battle, Shadowmen's floating city did not come to support it." Terina played with Brenciti's Soul Stone, "but Brenciti's betrayal still caused a great obstacle to us. If I had not consumed a large number of soul crystals and summoned a group of abyss demons, it would not have been so easy to capture Ms. Lost."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "What do you mean?" Mirabeta showed a sudden look. She looked at Sister Huiyao quietly, trying to find out the flaws she exposed due to the excessive power she consumed.
"I need a soul." Terina said her intention.
"We have only two years left for a large number of powerful souls. The gradual cycle method is still too slow. It has a great impact on our next plan. I cannot be taken advantage of by other sisters."
Mirabeta understood what Terina meant.
Although she has been providing souls continuously since she became the commander of Sambiya, these are humble males and the civilians at the bottom. What they need is a good talent and a strong professional soul.
In this way, they need to find a way to start with the army or adventurer mercenaries.
"Leave this to me." Mirabeta nodded, "I will do everything I can to collect more powerful souls for you."
Without the restrictions of the ghost princes, as the ruler of the Kingdom of Sambi, although it is troublesome to her, it is just a troublesome to her.
"Then we should..." she asked, thinking.
"Next, I think we can wait a moment."
Nun Huiyao stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The pure and sweet pretty face showed a charming aura.
"After so busy for so long, I finally drove away this annoying group of shadow citizens. Don't you plan to relax completely tonight?"
In that fleeting moment, the majestic and solemn female commander of the Kingdom of Sambia, whose usual calm and heroic body suddenly seemed to be touched by invisible power and began an indescribable tremor. This tremor did not come from fear or cold, but was more like some strong emotional impact, surging quietly under her skin, gradually spreading to every inch of the whole body.
On her cheeks, the ever calm and indifferent skin color, was incredibly shattering into a stunning bright red, like the magnificent clouds reflected by the sunset, which was dazzling. This bright red color seemed to bloom from the passion and contradiction deep in her heart, with a strange sense of charm and mystery that made people unable to look away.
And her eyes that had always been clear and wise in the past also underwent a dramatic change at this moment, just like the night sky with twinkling stars was shrouded in a flash by thick fog, becoming hazy and deep. The glory of reason seemed to be washed away by the sudden strong emotional torrent, replaced by a turbulent wave of emotions, as if she was trapped in a dreamy world that could not be extricated.
Although her willpower is extremely strong, at this moment, the mood of the Sambian female commander was shaking like a candle in the wind, making her originally determined expression softer, adding a bit of rare charm and charm. All this happened in just that moment, but it was enough to calm the whole world, hold her breath and watch the amazing transformation of the female leader.
"Yes, I also began to miss the pleasant time we had together," Mirabeta said softly.
Seeing Mirabeta's reaction so fiercely, Sister Huiyao's sweet laughter was like a simple girl walking happily in the sun.
Her delicate body twisted gently, and was about to take the next move, but suddenly felt a hot energy suddenly filled the air.
Immediately afterwards, she felt a sharp blade mercilessly penetrate her chest, shattering her beating heart.
The sharp blade was like a red soldering iron, causing the blood from her wound to turn into a hot torrent, spreading toward Terina's whole body.
Sister Huiyao tried to fight back, but found an unknown force field energy emerging out of thin air, making her unable to use any magical arts, spells and supernatural abilities.
Inexplicable despair permeated Terina's heart.
She staggered away from Mirabeta, widened her eyes in disbelief, and looked at the female commander whose expression suddenly became cold.
"This is... the Lord of Dawn's Glory Blade. It seems that you have prepared enough. I guess you have been planning for a long time."
She endured the violent soul-burning pain in her chest, pumped the air conditioner, looked down at the light blade burning with the scorching flames, and asked calmly, "Why...you...why do you do this?"
"Why?" Mirabeta replied in a nearly roaring voice, "Why did I do this! Don't you know yet?"
"Although my future destiny has been determined from the day I was born, in the warlock family, even if I don't have the blood of a warlock, I can at least be a noble lady with no worries." She stared at the dying nun Huiyao fiercely, "I used to be a noble lady, and I have everything in my dreams until you appear, and it completely ended my carefree life."
Mirabeta still cannot forget the day when she changed her destiny.
Terina, the lowly bitch, secretly manipulated her mother and asked her to order a killer to kill herself in the forest.
Then she controlled the killer and let the other party rape her and ransacked her things.
At this point, her life as bright as a fairy tale was painted with a rest under the ruthless brushstrokes of fate. The gorgeous dance parties, exquisite dinners, study rooms filled with books, and afternoon tea talks in the garden under the warm sun were all like dreams, instantly dissipated in the cold wind of harsh reality. Instead, it was the other side of life, which was a world of dirt, an abyss where hunger was like a wolf gnawed on the soul, a dark corner filled with pungent stench, and a cruel chapter of life woven with endless abuse.
The once warm velvet quilt has now become the cold stone slab on the street; the exquisite delicacies and wines in the past are now just a luxury for a bowl of hot soup.
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"I think you should have misunderstood." said Terina. "I saved you. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have been able to have achieved the status you are today. You would have died in a prison full of urine."
"If I break your legs," Mirabeta sneered, "and then give you a pair of crutches, will you also cry and thank me?"
She had long secretly learned about the methods of the Sisters of Huiyao. In Terina's eyes, Mirabeta was just one of countless girls with the same experience.
It was precisely because she finally survived that she was chosen by the other party.
Terina was silent for a moment, using a magic trick that had no effect in vain to prevent the continuous spread of her chest from the injury. "It seems that you have already learned some truth."
"But that's not the reason you killed me." She said calmly, "You are a believer of my mother. Even if you die, you will be branded as the succubus queen. So killing me will not do you any good, and you won't understand this."
"Is that?" Mirabeta looked at Sister Huiyao with a mocking look.
She took off her clothes slowly, as if she was performing a solemn and mysterious ceremony. The skin covered by layers gradually appeared under the moonlight, like white jade carved, delicate and smooth, and with a faint warm luster. Her body was like an exquisite painting, which was displayed in front of her little by little as the clothes slipped down.
On that piece of bright skin, close to the chest and close to the ribs, there was an extremely strange bright red tattoo. This tattoo was like a secret treasure, quiet and eye-catching. It was a red lips pattern penetrated by unparalleled silk thread, lifelike, as if it would jump out of the surface of the skin at any time.
The red lips tattoo has smooth lines and realistic shapes. Its bright and dripping colors strongly impact people's visual senses and release a nearly charming charm. The red lips slightly opened, as if they were about to reveal some unspeakable secret or show the world the endless stories it contained.
The observer will be deeply attracted by the red lips and cannot look away, as if he can feel a shocking beauty from it. It is a power beyond conventional aesthetics. It is both tempting to explore in depth and a hint of fear, because it seems to contain a powerful magic power that is enough to lead people to fall step by step into the deepest and darkest abyss of temptation.
Seeing Mirabeta's mark clearly, Terina's face became quite ugly in an instant.
She finally couldn't control her expression and screamed like a shrew, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible. How could you know the most taboo pleasing ceremony of the succubus queen? This is impossible, this is impossible, this is absolutely not true!"
"Who told you!" She asked in anger with all her strength.
"It doesn't matter anymore, dear Terina."
Looking at the angry look of Sister Huiyao who was on the verge of death, Mirabeta felt extremely comfortable inside. She took the initiative to approach his ear and whispered:
"You just need to know... from today on, I will be the Sister Huiyao of the Succubus Queen, or the true ruler of the Kingdom of Sambiya, and that's all."
"As for you..." Before she could finish her words, Terina completely turned into ashes in the flames burst out from the Blade of Light.
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The torches swaying in the corridor exuded a dull and gloomy light.
The ghost prince Ramorak opened his eyes. In the muddy darkness, he felt cold all over. As a ghost, this was a feeling that he had long forgotten.
As he tried to recall what happened, the severe headache made the whole world start to tremble.
His ears buzzed, like someone was breathing or roaring deep into his ears, every inch of his ribs was sore, and his brain was as groggy as his eyelids.
He vaguely remembered that he had left the floating city of Sacros. Even without the help of Egrela, he had successfully opened an entrance to the world of the magic net through his own efforts.
Facing the lost lady Sar, he did not choose to confront him head-on like Brenas, nor did he accept his fate as cowardly as Egerella, but chose to escape.
In his opinion, only by escaping to the realm of the magic net and the territory of the magic goddess Mistera can he get rid of the control of the Lost Lady.
Then he can hide here until he develops a way to break free from the control of the Magic Net.
He always believed that the magic he mastered was a powerful force that was mysterious and could not be understood by countless arcane seekers throughout their lives.
As long as he is given time, he can use the power and knowledge brought by the arcane to help himself solve all obstacles.
Although he found the way to the realm of the magic net, an accident that even he himself did not know was.
For a moment, Ramolak thought he woke up from a sleeping sleep.
The drops of water dripping on his forehead reminded him of the ‘Coiled Viper’ hotel in Selgonte.
A faint disturbing voice brought him back to a room he had lived in when he visited the slums of Sambiya.
The salty smell in the air mixed with saliva, rotten and dry excrement reminded him of Ascatra's 'Bid of Hawks' hotel, which sounds like it's taken from local legends, and is actually named after its tense beds.
However, Ramolak realized that his cheek was against the cold stone, not the harp's comfortable mattress.
He stroked his body with his hands and blinked.
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He could almost hear the prayers of prisoners for decades without being answered.
"This is a cell," Ramorak said, sitting up, glad that he could still move.
He sniffed, frowned, and focused on a dim red light, the only source of light in the corridor.
Ramolak stood on tiptoe towards the light source, but felt his steps shaking, just like the slightly drunk feeling of drinking the wine brewed by Lingyu Valley.
Ignoring this feeling, Ramolak began to check the exit.
A row of blades and poles, folded and combined like a puzzle of a genius child, forms a prison door that is opened or closed by a moving lever device.
Ramolak had a hunch that in the future this might be considered a sophisticated engineering miracle.
The door is very complex in structure and is made of magic, just like those Ramorak saw in the floating city during the period of the Neseril Empire.
This made him realize in an instant that the one who imprisoned him was probably related to the Neserel people.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the cell suddenly opened, and a figure covered in black robe floated in like a ghost.
When Ramolak saw the terrifying face of the black robe figure, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Lalok, why are you here?"
"Why am I here?" Larock replied in a low voice. "In fact, I should ask you how you are here."
"What the hell is going on?" Ramorak was filled with fear.
In a trance, he realized that the magic net world he had stepped into was actually one of Larock's nests, which made him feel extremely desperate.
"It seems you have figured it out." Larock's deep voice echoed in the cell, "Prince Lamorak, if possible, please forgive me. In fact, I have no malice towards you."
"Then why do you still lock me up here?" Hearing this, Ramolak struggled to get up, as if he had found the last glimmer of life.
"I said it was to pay off the debt, do you believe it?" Larock said slowly.
"Repay the debt?" Ramorak was stunned.
"Indeed, pay off the debt." Larlock replied seriously, "Everyone owes a similar debt. This is life, Prince Ramolak."
"Debts, responsibilities, gratitude, repayment... do things for someone. Perhaps, it is actually for ourselves? Because in fact, the objects of our debt repayment are ultimately ourselves, not others. Whenever we owe anything, we must pay it back to ourselves. We are both debtors and creditors. What is important is whether the account in our hearts can be settled. Since we came to this world, we have been given life. Since then, our behavior of paying debts has not stopped, to ourselves, for ourselves, for ourselves, for the account we can finally settle."
"I don't understand what you're talking about," said Ramolak, his lips trembling like a sieve in fear. "I...I...I don't know what I owe you."
"It doesn't matter anymore, my dear prince." Laroc said in a gentle voice:
"I know, you are suffering, but I stand by like a bad old woman and watch jokes. So kid, let's end and give you a relief."
Ramolak suddenly felt his body as cold as ice, and every effortless breathing caused a heart-wrenching pain.
He was about to open his mouth and beg, but he felt an invisible magic rope blocking all words.
His feet left the ground, and the ropes were deeply trapped in his throat, where only his bones remained.
Then he rose, and he kept spasming, kicking, struggling...
But all he left was to rise, rise, keep rising...
At the last dying moment of his life, he seemed to hear the laughter of children playing, and came from afar... The puppet, shaking and shaking, the puppet, head facing downwards and feet facing the sky...
Chapter completed!