Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Ivy Beatrice didn't even raise her hand; she simply spread out her six arms, nonchalantly welcoming his green rays as they struck her.

The "dimensional anchor" vanished without a trace, and no effect occurred!

"What is he to you?" she scoffed. "Your nemesis?"

She had already cast the fourth-circle arcane spell of the mortal hunter class on herself, "Resistance Resonance," which greatly enhanced her magical resistance.

The priest chief gritted his teeth: "Damn it!"

—How come this guy has such high magic resistance!

At this moment, another Casta lizardman priest in the pavilion stabilized the warrior's injuries. He turned and cast a "High-Level Dispel Magic" on the snake demon projection in the Medusa Pavilion.

His thinking was clear: since he couldn't immediately deal with the six-armed serpent demon's true form, he might as well eliminate one of her clones first, to prevent her from continuing to confuse the public.

However, when the "Advanced Dispel Magic" hit the six-armed serpent demon clone in Medusa's Pavilion, all the Casta lizardmen's faces twisted.

The enormous, six-armed, serpentine demonic figure still stood there, showing no reaction.

The "Advanced Dispel Magic" was ineffective!

The Casta lizardman priest who was casting the spell cried out, "This is impossible!"

As is well known, magic resistance has no effect on magic dispel effects, so even if the six-armed serpent demon has high magic resistance, it shouldn't—

"Supernatural abilities!"

Only supernatural abilities can disable dispelling magic-type effects!

The chief priestess of Casta's eyes widened in fury: "Damn it! She transformed her spell-like ability, Projection, into a supernatural power!"

"bingo."

The serpent demon in the Medusa Pavilion spoke, and it was an eerie chorus of dozens of women's voices.

At the same time, six greatswords appeared in her hands.

"But there was no prize."

The high priest leader of Casta felt a chill run through him. The serpent demon's figure in the large pavilion before him had once again become a phantom in his "Eye of Truth"!

From the moment the raid failed, the eight stone-blind barbarian slaves in Medusa's Pavilion were thrown into chaos.

The Stoneblind Barbarians have no eyes; their only reliable asset is their exceptional hearing. Yet, despite clearly hearing the woman's breathing, they failed to attack her.

This is because the clones created by the six-armed serpent demon's signature spell, "Projection," not only look identical to the original owner, but also sound and even smell exactly like the original.

Now, following "Evil Aura," the nature of "Projection" has been completely altered by Ivy Beatrice, transforming it into a supernatural ability.

Unless covered by an "anti-magic field" or dissolved by herself, no one can remove the projection clones she creates, not even the legendary magic "Perfect Dispel Magic".

Hearing the eerie harmony of the six-armed serpent demon so close at hand, the Stone Blind Barbarian slaves all stood there dumbfounded, at a loss for what to do.

In the next instant, Ivy Beatrice solved their problem.

With a single move, "Fried Fish Eleven," he effortlessly unleashed eight sword strikes, decapitating eight Stoneblind Barbarian slaves simultaneously. Three swords flew from his hand, piercing the hearts of two Casta lizardman priests and a warrior who had just managed to stabilize his injuries in the pavilion.

Just then, the serpent demon clone in the large round pavilion of the family gathering felt a strong magical fluctuation coming from beside him, and the air temperature rose sharply afterward.

The snake demon clone in the Great Round Pavilion looked toward the source of the magic.

The chief priest of Casta chanted incantations.

As his hand gesture changed, a small, fiery red storm cloud appeared in the priest chief's palm. The bright red cloud contained immense magical power, its flames leaping and even emitting a thunderous roar.

This was none other than an eighth-tier divine spell, Flame Storm!

The emerald green vertical pupils of the snake demon's projection blinked.

"Using wide-area destructive magic to cover everything, no matter how I teleport between clones, they can still hurt me to some extent. Your idea is good." The six-armed serpent demon said to the chief priest of Casta through the projection clone of the Great Round Pavilion. "But have you considered this problem? The Firestorm spell is terribly slow to cast."

The chief priest of Casta ignored her, focusing on maintaining the formation of this powerful spell.

The snake demon's projected clone shrugged its shoulders in unison, its six arms shrug.

"I've said all the nice things," she said, "whatever you want."

The next second, the leader of the Casta priests spat out a mouthful of blood—the two projected clones of the six-armed serpent demon had all turned into phantoms in his "Eye of Truth".

After such a fierce battle, the sky and the ground are now completely dark.

However, this level of light posed no obstacle to the Snake Man Archer of the Shadow Pirates.

At this very moment, a serpent-like archer stood atop the clock tower of Blacksail Town, his massive serpent tail coiled around his arm, a compound bow at his side, his eyes fixed intently on the distant battlefield at the pavilion. The serpent-like archer's chameleon-like ability made his scales appear gray and dark, making him virtually invisible without close inspection.

[No chance to act] He telepathically sensed his three companions: [What about you?]

【Same】

[The angle is bad. There's a series of pavilions, and all I can see is thick thatch.]

Suddenly, a cloud of fire erupted from the battlefield of the pavilion. In the blink of an eye, a massive "firestorm" swept across the vast area. The thatched roofs of the pavilions in one corner of Blacksail Town were all ablaze, turning into dazzling torches.

The light illuminated the entire town as if it were daytime.

One of his companions said gloatingly, "This is a wide-area spell that can't distinguish friend from foe; those lizard bastards are probably going to die a lot."

[Hahaha, long live the Scaled Lord!]

[Long live the Scaled Lord! Hahaha!]

[Who is Lin Zun?] ("Who is Lin Zun?") A voice echoed simultaneously in his heart and behind him.

The serpent archer was startled, realizing that the one who had intruded into their telepathic communication was not an ally, but an enemy eavesdropping—

A sharp pain shot through the back of his head and chest, severing his train of thought.

He hissed in pain as something lifted his body off the clock tower floor, and at the same time, he heard his companion's panicked shouts in his mind: "Look!"

The other three serpent-like beings saw this with a mixture of shock and anger:

On the clock tower, a serpentine figure far larger than them clung to their companion's back. Five gleaming blades pierced through their chests from behind, and another blade pierced through the back of their head, exiting their mouths and sending them flying into the air!

The dying serpent-man was still putting up a last stand. He weakly flicked his tail, trying to spray the psychic acid secreted from between his scales onto the enemy behind him.

The sword light flashed.

The serpent-like creature transformed into pieces of flesh of varying sizes and types, which were scattered across the ground beneath the bell tower.

The three serpent-man archers immediately unleashed a furious barrage of arrows at the six-armed serpent demon atop the clock tower.

With Ivy Beatrice's soft laughter, the force field of "Blade Barrier" rotated the blades around her, forming a ring that deflected all the arrows.

Suddenly, a magical arrow imbued with the power of death arced through the air, bypassing the "blade barrier" and piercing straight into her forehead from above!

Ivy Beatrice looked up abruptly.

When she lowered her head to face the archer opposite her, the serpent-man who had fired the arrow was horrified to discover that she had actually bitten the homing death arrow she had fired into her mouth!

Ivy Beatrice nonchalantly spat the arrow onto the ground.

A slight pain came from my mouth.

She stuck out her tongue and gently licked the bloodstains from her lips.

With the magical resistance she had gained from "Resistance Resonance," the mere "Death Arrow" was utterly useless against her, only slightly piercing her mouth. Given her rapid self-healing ability, this minor injury was completely healed in just a few seconds.

Just as another serpent-man was about to draw his bow and shoot again, he suddenly saw Ivy Beatrice raise a hand, point to the sky, and use the middle finger.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a torrent of fire descended from the sky and engulfed him.

The lizardman Chasang, who had undergone surgical modifications—no, now perhaps he should be called "Mass-produced Warrior Test Subject No. 1"—spread his wide wings and swept over the heads of the three serpent-men while spewing down a stream of fire with the power of a firestorm.

The three serpent-like demons, transformed into fireballs, screamed as they plummeted to the ground.

The blazing fire ignited numerous rooftops, turning the remaining half of Blacksail Town, which wasn't caught in the firestorm, into a sea of ​​flames.

In the town, which was as bright as day, pirates were running around in a panic.

Ivy Beatrice teleported to the most crowded area.

Four supernatural projections of snake demons appeared around Ivy Beatrice, about thirty feet away from her, like four guards protecting her.

"I know there are always a few little mice hiding in the shadows, still stirring up trouble."

The six-armed serpent demon seemed to be talking to itself, or perhaps to someone else, "But I don't think you have that chance, you disgusting dwarf woman."

A magic scroll appeared in her hand.

"Next, we'll conduct a small tactical experiment, which will consume one of my scrolls."

Ivy-Beate said regretfully, "There aren't many left. This spell is an eighth-tier divine spell in priestly magic. Even after robbing the treasury of a dragon priest family, I only got three copies."

She cast a spell with a scroll, and an "anti-magic field" covered her and a ten-foot radius around her.

The six-armed serpent demon's "projection technique" can not only be used to sense the battlefield situation, but also as the starting point for casting magic and spell-like spells.

Currently, the four serpent demon clones with the supernatural ability "Projection" are still outside the anti-magic field.

The next second, the snake demon clones raised their arms one after another, and a storm of "blade barriers" was repeatedly released. The blade walls formed by the rotating force field blades began to spread and sweep in all directions.

The tiny buzzing sounds swirled together, merging into a roaring sound like a motor.

In the darkness, countless "Dispel Magic" and "Advanced Dispel Magic" spells flew in from all directions. They first attempted to dispel the "Blade Barrier," but the serpent demon clones were even faster at replenishing the force field blade wall. Then they attempted to dispel the serpent demon clones.

However, it had no effect.

Ivy-Beate and her four serpent demon clones moved forward slowly, like a group of curious tourists. Various miscellaneous fireballs, lightning bolts, curses, and even summoned creatures vanished without a trace as soon as they entered within ten feet of Ivy-Beate.

In despair, many people, driven by sheer courage, charged forward recklessly against the "sword-blade barrier."

Most of them disappeared along the way.

The six-armed serpent demon can use "mind control" at any time to immobilize, trip, and disarm those within the "blade barrier."

Beneath the endless rotating force field and the vast ocean of blades, houses collapsed and crumbled, with flying pieces of flesh and rising blood mist everywhere. Even screaming became a luxury.

A few were eventually able to break through to the six-armed serpent demon.

They were greeted by the secret sword "Fried Fish Eleven," which was somewhat comforting, as it was a little better than dying under the chain of "Blade Barriers."

Chapter 108 Desperate Villains

Fourteen-year-old Fars felt like she was dreaming.

Just twelve hours ago, she was a proud little princess of the sea. Her father, Hosk, was one of the most powerful sorcerers among the Black Sails.

The Hosk pirates didn't raid merchant ships; they specialized in plundering cruise ships full of passengers. Every time her father and uncles raided a cruise ship, they would let her choose what she liked first. As usual, she would select the beautiful jewelry and ornaments from the captured female tourists, take them off herself, and happily wear them. As for those who resisted her, all she had to do was shout "Father!" and her fierce captain father would come over and behead them without a word.

Then the father told all the captured tourists that their lives were entirely in the hands of "his princess." Her gestures were their judgments: thumbs up meant they would be pardoned, thumbs down meant their heads would be chopped off.

This was the most exciting part of the game, and Fars really enjoyed it.

At this time, she would deliberately drag out the time, her little hand raising her thumb, sometimes upward, sometimes downward, changing it back and forth. Watching the tourists' expressions swing back and forth between despair and terror and hope and anticipation, she giggled. Her father and uncles also smiled broadly, their wrinkles smoothing out and revealing gentle expressions as they looked at her happy face.

Finally, as usual, she gave a thumbs-up and announced their pardon.

All the captured tourists were moved to tears at that moment. Men and women alike showed the relief of finally surviving, sang hymns to her with tears in their eyes, kissed the tips of her shoes, and sincerely wished the princess a long and healthy life.

She laughed even harder.

When this tragicomedy ended, she sat obediently on the bridge, eating the food she had stolen from the cruise ship while watching her father and uncles push all the captives into the sea to feed the fish.

But in this dream, Fars is no longer a princess.

She stared in horror, her eyes wide, and curled up behind the ruins, her body covered in the vomit of her father, uncles, and herself—a foul and pungent mess.

She clutched her head tightly, her teeth chattering, and her whole body trembling.

—This must be a nightmare! This must be a nightmare!

But in this nightmare from which she could never wake up, she was nothing, just a piece of flesh waiting to be crushed.

Fars cautiously peeked out with half her face, glanced at the ruins, and immediately shrank back like a frightened bird, not daring to even breathe.

Looking around, all you see is a vast ocean of buzzing, roaring force fields, spinning blades.

The five demonic, serpentine figures slowly swam out from among the endless blades.

He appears to be taking a leisurely stroll, but in reality, he is invincible.

Around the central demonic figure, a ten-foot square clearing is always maintained. After they pass through, the gap in the "blade barrier" closes again.

Fars saw that people were still sporadically retaliating with magic in the distance.

But this had no effect on the demon. A clone beside the demon raised its hand, and the newly generated force field, rotating blade wall, instantly extended outwards, then fell silent.

No magic could break through this demon's "anti-magic field".