Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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"I died not long after you died."

The great demon spoke in Zaire's voice, "I was reincarnated as a demon and traveled to countless worlds, but I could never return to Earth. I don't know why, and no other creature even knows the name Earth. As time went by, I sometimes even wondered if our original world really existed?"

Ivy Beate tried to pull back "Mand of the Spellbreaker", but the blade remained motionless in Zaire's hand.

This guy is even stronger than her!

Zaire said, "After you became a demon, you must have felt this way too. In this world, the only one who still retains the memory of our world is me... For millions of years, I have been independent of this world, alienated and constantly questioning myself, for millions of years! Until I heard your name again."

Suddenly she felt a tightening around her waist.

Looking down, I noticed a long, thin, whip-like tail that had somehow wrapped around my waist.

She struggled angrily, even using the weapons in her other five hands to poke and cut at the tail, only to find that Zaire's tail was even tougher than "Crimson Kiss".

Zaire laughed heartily.

“You called me low just now, and you were right. Darling, do you know how excited I was and how warm it felt when I heard the word ‘low’? I admit, I made a mistake. I mistakenly thought I was tired of you and wanted to get rid of you. But now, I’ve decided that even if you’re a devil, I will still keep you by my side forever.”

Ivy Beatrice spat in his devilish face.

Zaire didn't wipe it; saliva dripped down his face.

“You’ve impressed me, my dear, but you should be aware of the vast difference in our strength. If I were serious, you would be dead by now, without even a chance to return to the Abyss. But it doesn’t matter, you’ll soon be different,” Zaire said, without even blinking. “Now, I pray to the Nine Levels of Purgatory, and my wish will surely be granted—”

This is the Great Demon's signature skill, a spell-like ability called "Wish".

This time, good fortune is on Zaire's side.

The part-time archmage's demonic will broke through Ivy-Beate's "anti-magic field," successfully connecting with the source of magic to cast a spell in a legendary manner.

The unique magical fluctuations of the "Prayer" spell echoed through the passageway as Zaire uttered the words.

Ivy Beatrice roared, "I'll kill you!"

The six-armed serpent demon shrieked and swung its weapons with its remaining five hands, unleashing a storm of blows at the great demon.

This time, however, the blade struck Zaire's demonic body, sparks flew, but no mark was left!

Those black and red scales were even harder than the adamantite armor!

"I swear by my true name and the river of blood."

Zaire grinned maliciously, staring into Ivy-Beat's furious eyes, and uttered a prayer, "You will forever be my submissive concubine and slave, my—"

Just before he uttered her name, the blood-red blade pierced the great demon's jaw.

The "Crimson Kiss" pierced through Zaire's jaw from bottom to top, then continued upwards, splitting his tongue in two inside his mouth, until the tip of the knife touched the roof of his mouth.

The prayer was abruptly interrupted, and the magical fluctuations became disordered.

Ivy Beatrice tried to give it her all, but she couldn't.

Just before the blade pierced her palate, Zaire raised his hand in time and pressed down on Ivy Beate's hand, which was tightly gripping the recurve knife.

Zaire grinned maliciously.

An immense force pressed Ivy Beatrice's hand down little by little, and she watched as the knife tip slowly left his gaping mouth.

They locked eyes.

She saw mockery and greed in his eyes.

—It's no use, you'll be mine eventually.

He didn't use telepathy, nor did he need to; he believed she understood the meaning behind his gaze.

—Fuck you.

She gritted her teeth and responded with the fiercest look in her eyes.

Zaire watched all this and simply found it amusing.

—I just love the way you can't stand me but can't do anything about it.

Millions of years of living as the spokesperson for purgatory had already transformed him. He was now infinitely close to the level of the so-called "Lord of Purgatory," which was above the Great Demon.

He looked at the resentment and anger filling the vertical green pupils opposite him and continued to slowly apply his power.

As Ivy Beate's hand holding the recurve knife was pressed down little by little, Zaire felt with satisfaction that the part of his tongue pierced by the recurve knife was shrinking and healing rapidly.

You can't stop me from fulfilling my wish.

He used telepathy to tease her, who was gritting her teeth: "Are you ready? Soon you will be subjugated to me, body and soul, and completely obedient to me, just like before."

Suddenly, swords and knives clattered and fell to the ground.

The next instant, the recurve knife stopped moving in Zaire's mouth, a force strong enough to rival the Great Demon resisting the momentum of the recurve knife being pressed down.

Zaire's gaze shifted downwards in surprise.

He saw that Ivy-Beate's other four hands had already discarded their weapons, and five jade-like hands were now gripping the blood-red recurve knife.

Zaire's eyes widened.

【wait--】

An unstoppable, immense force propelled the recurve blade sharply upwards.

In that instant, Zaire felt his fingers strike his jaw.

The blade pierced his upper jaw, broke through his brain, and emerged from his skull, making it look as if a third horn had grown from his head.

As the brain is damaged, the magical energy of the "wish spell" dissipates.

Zaire's eyes glazed over as he met the pair of emerald green vertical pupils filled with hatred and disgust.

Before his consciousness faded into darkness, he heard—

“Subdue your mother,” she said.

Chapter 156 New Ideas

Zaire, now transformed into a great demon, collapsed to the ground with a thud, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Ivy Beatrice calmly watched as his massive body bubbled and dissolved on the floor, quickly turning into a pool of foul-smelling black foam in just a few seconds.

She was somewhat surprised by her own ordinariness.

She had expected to be emotional, perhaps even to cry or laugh out loud, but she didn't. She simply watched him disappear calmly until the bubbles burst and the foul odor dissipated into the air.

Finally, a black shadow resembling a great demon was left on the stone floor of the passageway, as if it were part of the stone's own texture.

This dark, stone-textured shape is the demonic mark of Zaire.

Creatures of the lower planes can only be truly killed within the lower planes, whether they are infernal demons or abyssal fiends. When defeated in the prime material plane, they do not die, but rather leave behind a mark of malevolent magic. The true form of the demon automatically returns to its birthplace in the lower plane. The cost of defeat is high; not only may they lose most of their power and regress to the lowest level of demon, but there is even a chance of losing their reason and memories.

Moreover, all demonic imprints on the Prime Material Plane will remain for a very long time before dissipating. If the imprints do not dissipate, Zaire will be unable to return to this world.

The six-armed serpent demon let out a long breath and closed its eyes.

She felt a sudden sense of relief, as if a huge boulder had been lifted from her chest.

I remember in some martial arts novels I used to read, when the protagonist made progress in his cultivation and underwent a marrow cleansing and body tempering, the author would describe how this person's senses suddenly became more sensitive: he could hear the subtle sounds around him very clearly, and he could see the dust in his field of vision clearly, and so on.

At this moment, Ivy Beatrice had absolutely nothing to do with the phrase "marrow cleansing and hair removal," but she felt that she had reached the state described in the book: her mind suddenly broadened, and she suddenly became sharp-witted and perceptive. Even through the stone wall, she seemed to be able to hear the melodious and joyful birdsong in the dense forest.

It's time to get down to business.

Diraz eagerly reminded her: "Continue the ritual of drawing divine power; no one will disturb us now."

The giant serpent's body then meandered and swam through the bones of the soldiers left behind and the rubble from the previous fight, entering the underground stone chamber once more and arriving before the stone dragon head.

Ivy Beatrice gazed at the silent dragon head sculpture, her emerald-green vertical pupils resembling two emerald flames.

[Place your hands on it and remain meditating, just like before, right?]

"Yes," Diraz answered eagerly.

Ivy Beatrice then raised her hand, about to press it down on the dragon's mouth of the red stone sculpture.

However, just as he was about to touch the dragon's head, his finger stopped.

"What's wrong?" Diraz asked hurriedly.

"I don't know," Ivy Beatrice said slowly, "I just don't feel well."

Diraz chuckled: "You should be feeling pretty bad. Why don't you look back at the mark that guy left behind?"

Ivy Beatrice quickly turned to look at Zaire's demonic mark.

Her expression turned serious.

On the granite floor, the dark demonic mark was fading rapidly. The dark magic attached to it was also dissipating quickly. In a little while, it would be gone completely.

"This is impossible!" she muttered to herself.

The distant top of the Samarachi Stargazing Tower.

Zaire's little devilish pet was overjoyed, looking around and scratching its ears and cheeks.

Just now, the spiritual link between it and its master was suddenly severed, which means that Archmage Zaire has disappeared from this world.

This made the little devil's pet ecstatic.

Countless years have passed. Since becoming Zaire's familiar, despite accumulating so much soul energy, it has never had the chance to advance to a higher level of demon. Now that the shackles are gone, it can finally ascend.

As the thought crossed his mind, the little devil pet suddenly realized that his body was beginning to swell.

Has the devil's ascension begun?

It screamed in surprise and delight, but just then, it heard a familiar, contemptuous laugh, and was horrified to find its body swelling wildly and becoming uncontrollable.

"Master, this is impossible, you have already—"

The little devil's screams stopped abruptly.

With a loud crack, the little devil's pet exploded, its flesh and blood splattering everywhere, covering the top floor of the Stargazing Tower.

But unlike Zaire, even after being shattered into countless pieces, it didn't disappear. Instead, these bits of flesh and black blood began to roll towards one place, slowly coalescing to form a pool of minced meat.

The flesh writhed, revealing Zaire's face, which then turned into a furious expression.

"Chu Shixin—"

he roared.

Diraz said, "Don't forget, he's not just a devil, he's also a legendary mage. His mastery of magic is so profound that his options are endless. Ordinary methods can't stop him."

“Indeed,” Ivy Beatrice said softly.

She recalled what Patrick, the "Red Assassin," had said: the information about Zaire required finding the troll named Shibaragu in Haysconti. That information might be the key to preventing Zaire's return to the Material World, or even killing him.

Diraz's voice echoed in Ivy Beate's mind.

Based on the speed at which the mark is disappearing, he will return from the Ninth Level of Purgatory in at most another hour.

Diraz said urgently, "You are no match for him now. Complete the ritual to absorb divinity before he returns. Otherwise, when he returns to this world, the first thing he'll do is come back here to settle scores with us and steal our divinity."

"you're right."

Ivy Beatrice muttered to herself, "We must hurry and draw upon divinity..."

Dillaz encouraged her: "Go for it!"

The six-armed snake demon nodded.

She reached out her hand to the redstone dragon head once more, but hesitated and stopped halfway.

Diraz's voice urgently spoke in her mind: "What are you still hesitating for? What's there to hesitate about now? Don't waste any more time!"

"We really can't afford to waste any more time."

Ivy Beatrice nodded again, but then shook her head. "I just..."

【Just what? 】

“I just,” she said, “suddenly thought of a better way.”

The next second, amidst the demon concubine's furious and shrill screams, she raised the "Crimson Kiss" weapon, which could be used to absorb souls, high and plunged it heavily into the dragon head statue's brow!

Author's note: Sorry, family matters kept me up for a day.

Chapter 157 The Resurrected Demon

The legendary weapon "Crimson Kiss," or more professionally, the recurve blade, is called "Soul Drinker's Crimson Blade."

Any creature harmed by the crimson blade will suffer the effects of the level nine necromancy spell "Energy Drain," enduring a double blow to both body and soul, resulting in a significant drop in its life level. But its function is not limited to this.