Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Your bird-headed guard dug a tunnel from beneath our dwelling to the edge of town in less than two hours. I went with it deeper into the island to explore the stone tower, but we couldn't get close.

I remember my order was for you to go and investigate alone.

Her tone became slightly more serious. "What do you mean by 'I went deep into the island with it'?"

—Get to the bottom of your roles. Raphael is a trusted and capable henchman, while you're just a worthless piece of cannon fodder, you idiot.

The six-armed snake demon had viewed the lizardman Chasan's character panel.

An ordinary sailor, a commoner without any adventure profession. Apart from his decent physique, his other attributes were extremely mediocre. Transplanting the two half-dragon eyes of Grandal to the lizardmen was merely a practice project, done only because he was still somewhat useful in this sea.

Hearing the hostess's stern tone, the lizard man Chasan was somewhat flustered.

Yes, that's right. I followed your orders and dissuaded you from leaving your bird-headed guard in town to protect the others.

【uh-huh】

But your bird-headed guard refuses to obey your commands; it senses a call coming from somewhere, so…

The six-armed serpent demon fell silent.

The silence brought tears to the eyes of the lizardman Chasan: "[Honorable mistress, I am guilty, I was powerless to stop it]."

You are indeed guilty, guilty of being weak.

She paused for a moment and said that through telepathy, she had truly felt the lizard man Chasan's heartfelt love and awe for her.

Wait for me, and I will grant you new strength.

【Yes, madam!】

—Although he's just an ordinary guy, his loyalty is definitely worth the investment. It seems the Breath Storage will have a new recipient.

Ivy Beatrice glanced at the Glendale undead lying flat on the large table with its folded leather wings.

—Perhaps more. I should be like Patrick, who had an Araquo eagle partner, having a flying high-altitude scout on the vast ocean…

But we must further ensure his loyalty.

She roughly searched her knowledge of demons and found some relevant information.

Ivy Beatrice suddenly remembered what she hadn't finished saying earlier, so she asked again: "By the way, what did you mean by 'you guys couldn't get close'?"

We... we can't get through this.

The lizardman, Chasang, said urgently, "It's as if by magic; we're clearly heading towards the stone tower, but we always inexplicably end up back where we started. Your Excellency, everything I've said is true."

【knew】

The six-armed serpent demon severed telepathy.

—This is good news.

She rested her chin on her three hands, gazing out the window at the distant, dilapidated stone tower.

This means that the "Black Sail Governor" is a recluse with no interest in worldly affairs, which is why he used harmless magic to drive them away. As a former homebody, I might unexpectedly find myself getting along well with this person.

—No, be careful, the spellcasters of this world have an unusual obsession with supernatural beings.

The meeting hall in Blacksail Town.

When the female dwarf shadow mage returned to the long stone table and sat down, almost everyone looked at her with mockery.

When Irene returned empty-handed, many fast ships were moored around her three-masted sailing ship. As a result, many pirates who wanted to take advantage of her saw her disembarking in a disheveled state.

But when she opened her mouth, they all became serious.

“The rich, treasure-hunting captain is dead,” Ilint said. “The new captain, fearing the sailors would desert, gouged out all their eyes. Only a few sailors had an eye transplanted to help her manage the others.”

Silence reigned around the long stone table.

This meant they were facing a master of physical modification. Such a person was not only ruthless but also often a spellcaster. It also meant their plan to directly attack the three-masted sailing ship had become uncertain.

A few minutes later, the man who had found the Stoneblind Barbarian slave asked with a keen sense, "Her? You mean, that Medusa did it?"

Ilint shook her head.

“A water elemental, green hair, not even ten years old. I really can’t believe a little kid could do something like this…” She suddenly remembered Blue Bubble and realized, “I get it. Among the people who came to town, that blue-haired water elemental is the one in charge. They are twin sisters! We can take her hostage and force the people on the ship to comply.”

“If you ask me,” the half-ogre grumbled, “we should stick to the original plan and attack their ship. How much fighting power can a bunch of blind men have?”

The goblin, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up: "A bunch of blind people... Do you know what kind of magic she knows?"

The half-cannibal didn't know.

“So you know,” the goblin said, “that such a spellcaster, besides gouging out their eyes, did she transplant anything else onto them?”

The cannibals, of course, didn't know either.

The goblin shifted its gaze to Ilint.

“She’s very strong,” Ilint announced, “and she has a hidden helper, I can sense it, a very powerful helper.”

Ilint didn't actually feel anything, but she had to make that announcement.

Everyone witnessed Ilint's disheveled disembarkation. If these men believed the girl on board was just a weakling with a tough exterior, what would become of her dignity? Some might even harbor inappropriate thoughts towards her.

Therefore, that ship must be difficult to attack, and it cannot be attacked.

“Then let’s do as Ilint says,” the goblin said, rolling his eyes. “Tonight, we’ll make our move, capture the girl, and negotiate with her sisters on the ship.”

The six-armed snake demon Ivy Beatrice was also waiting for night.

Not long after the female dwarf illusionist disembarked, Ivy-Beate used "Advanced Teleportation" to teleport to the residence arranged for Blue Bubble and his group in Blacksail Town.

The hot afternoon wind rustled through the thick thatched roof.

Shortly after the surgery began, the gazebo, with its log pillars and tapestries as walls, reeked of blood. This attracted many people from Black Sails Town who wanted to watch.

Ivy Beatrice had Raphael, the Devil Claw Monster, chase them all away.

Chasan, the lizard man, lay with his eyes closed in front of Ivy-Beate after being given a large dose of anesthetic.

Next to them were six glass bottles containing harvested organs.

Of the six glass vials containing the organs, three were Glendale's breath reservoirs.

This is because the lizardmen lack the powerful regenerative abilities of the Grandel, making surgery on them far more complicated and delicate than cutting Grandel. Therefore, Ivy Beate prepared spare organs to avoid failure.

The six-armed serpent demon operated simultaneously, carefully opening the lizardman's chest cavity, lifting the lungs, and parting the heart, accurately locating the pre-placed breath reservoir, and cautiously placing it inside.

The first problem to solve is that the lizardman is not a half-red dragon, Grendel. The gap between its lungs and heart is not large, and placing its breath reservoir there would inevitably affect the space in its chest cavity.

She removed a small portion of her lung to make enough room for her breath reservoir.

Then she made a small incision in each of her trachea and esophagus, connected the two tubes of her breath reservoir to the two incisions, quickly glued them together, and poured her demonic blood onto the wounds cut into her lungs and the glued points of her breath reservoir.

Ivy Beate possesses the ability of "rapid medical treatment," and her blood is as effective as healing potions.

Sure enough, within seconds, the lung wound healed, and the point where the breath reservoir was attached to the lizard man's organs also healed.

Ivy-Beate extended a finger, hovering it above the breath reservoir, feeling it begin to heat up again with the lizardman's heartbeat and breath. The heat energy of the fiery breath began to accumulate within it.

The new transplanted organ is functioning normally, and the first step of the surgery was a success.

The six-armed serpent demon simultaneously began aligning its six arms with the sternum, adhering them, and pouring demonic blood, all in one swift motion. In almost the blink of an eye, the chest wound was mostly healed.

Then, with a swift motion, she sliced ​​off the softest skin from under the lizardman's neck.

The second step of the surgery begins.

Of the six glass bottles, three contained breath reservoirs; the other three contained freshly peeled serpent scales. All of them had been peeled off by Ivy-Beate from the lower half of her giant serpent body.

Similarly, she prepared two extra bottles of medicine for the upcoming skin graft surgery.

As for the six-armed serpent demon's own wounds, they had healed rapidly thanks to "rapid medical treatment," and even the texture and color of its scales were exactly the same as before.

Ivy Beatrice selected a snake-demon scale that was exactly the same size and shape and stained with demon blood, and stuck it to the lizardman Chasan's skinned neck.

Her blood itself had healing properties. Before long, a layer of glossy black scales covered the lizardman Chasan's neck, perfectly blending with the green lizardman scales surrounding the wound.

Transplanting his own magic skin to this guy was just the first step.

Before long, the transplanted snake demon scales will gradually erode the lizardman Chasan's skin until they cover his entire body. Only then will he begin the mysterious demon servant class, "Demon Skin Priest" (also known as "Skin Grafter").

As for how far this guy can go in the future, that depends on him.

Ivy Beatrice added a curse when she created her own demon skin; if this guy ever rebelled against the original owner of the demon skin, she would make him wish he were dead.

After completing the second step of the surgery, it was getting late.

The six-armed serpent demon poured a healing potion down the throat of the unconscious lizardman Chasan, rested briefly, and then activated "Advanced Teleportation" once more. When she teleported back to Chasan, she held the wings she had just severed from the undead of Grandel.

Just as she was about to transplant wings onto the lizardman, she heard Steo's voice from outside.

“Oh my god, sister, stop for a second,” said the Medusa-style girl. “A lot of people have come from town and blocked the road. It looks like they’re about to start a fight.”

Chapter 106 The Countdown to the Town's Destruction

The courtyard where Blue Bubble and his friends stayed in Black Sails Town was quite far from the dock, located in the mountainous area near the island's inland. Calling it a courtyard was a bit of a stretch; it was really just a small, thatched-roof pavilion with a stone foundation, log pillars, and tapestries as walls.

This area consists of about a dozen low pavilions, each housing a single person, surrounding a larger pavilion for family meetings. In the center of the pavilions is a small open space for drying fish. This is the typical architectural style of the water elemental families in the fishing village. Blue Bubble and his companions were assigned here, meaning each person would have to stay separately in their own pavilion at night, making them vulnerable to attack and being picked off one by one.

The pavilion was surrounded by open paths and offered no natural defenses. Apart from the stone platform, the entire pavilion was made of wood, which could be burned down in a single fire.

The first order Raphael received upon arriving here was to begin digging a tunnel.

As a creature of the subterranean, he was adept at digging tunnels, and within a few hours he had dug from the large pavilion all the way to the outskirts of Blacksail Town. After nightfall, he insisted on following the lizardman Chasan to explore the ruined stone tower. Later, realizing that he had disobeyed Ivy-Beate's orders, he decided to atone for his mistake and dug tirelessly for another whole day, connecting all the pavilions where the people lived with tunnels.

Ivy Beate, whose surgery was now completely finished, took a look and was a little surprised. "Wow, you're something else! You've practically turned this place into Ran Village in a day and a night. More than enough for a tunnel warfare operation."

Raphael couldn't understand, but that didn't stop it from putting on a show of trying to please its master.

"I won't settle scores with you yet," Ivy-Beate snorted. "Go underground and await my orders."

Raphael the Feral Dinosaur immediately darted into the tunnel.

Ivy Beatrice cast a spell, releasing an invisible "magical eye".

Through her "Mystic Eye," she saw over seventy people flanking her from all sides, with even more observing from behind. Most of these were lizardmen, but their appearance was unlike anything she had ever seen before. They had sandy-yellow scales and bony crests around their heads. They were well-equipped and resembled an army, and there were even a few dressed as priests among them.

She also discovered the secret behind Black Sails' accommodation arrangements:

The pavilion where the townspeople arranged for Medusa to stay was located at a protruding part of the entire complex. While the other pavilions were adjacent to each other, Medusa's pavilion was two pavilions away from the others, making it difficult to provide timely rescue should a surprise attack occur.

Right now, eight grey-skinned men, using the town's buildings as cover, were slowly making their way towards the pavilion where Medusa lived. These eight men looked no different from ordinary people, except their eye sockets were flat, devoid of pupils. They were the Stone-Blind Barbarians, the nemesis of Medusa's "petrifying gaze." It was unclear where the people of Black Sails Town had found these men. Each carried a barbed fishing net and a javelin, appearing quite purposeful.

However, the Blacksail Town pirates' plans were doomed to fail, and now everyone had been gathered in the large pavilion by Ivy-Beate.

The six-armed snake demon ordered Xiong Gu to protect Blue Bubble.

"What about me, sister? What about me?"

Medusa, the punk-style girl, brandished her crossbow with excitement, "How about I go up to the roof and shoot arrows from above?"

"You? Don't make things worse."

Ivy Beatrice glared at her and said irritably, "Stay here and peel garlic."

"???"

The six-armed snake demon ignored her and stared into the distance.

The "Mystic Eye" detected four figures in the distance, each standing atop a high pavilion in the center of Blacksail Town, about three hundred feet away.

This is not a distance that an ordinary longbowman can shoot at with ease.

From a distance, they looked like giant snakes with two arms; they were all snake-men, the most powerful of all snake-men.

They were carrying bows that were a size larger than longbows, and while trying to adjust the bowstrings of their compound bows, they were taking arrows out of their quivers one by one and arranging them in a semicircle in front of them. They all looked like experienced veterans.

Moreover, all four of them were imbued with the aura of protective magic.

With these four serpent archers around, if Medusa Stewart recklessly climbs onto the roof, we can have a feast tomorrow.

The six-armed snake demon casually grabbed the bear and held it in his arms.

Enjoying the soft embrace and the gentle caresses of six hands, Gu Xiong was dizzy and dazed, completely unaware of where he was, making the bear Gu beside him envious to tears.

—It seems the plan needs to be adjusted slightly.

Ivy Beatrice had originally planned to use the entire courtyard as a battlefield so that Chasan, the lizardman who had just woken up from surgery, could play with the pirates.

As someone determined to slay the King of Samarachi—no, the demon—with her personal strength and prospects for development becoming increasingly clear, she began to seriously consider having her own army.

Originally, I wanted to take this opportunity to test the quality of future mass-produced warriors and prepare for farming and large-scale troop production, but it's clear that with those four guys on the other side around, mass-produced test subject number one can't get to the skies.

She sighed in boredom.