105 â Dark Dragon and Fire Dragon â 6
As the blue color bloomed in eternity, the swordsmanship cast drew a path. Mahbat must have realized that the tip of his sword was pointed directly at Yeokrin and made a hasty defensive move, but it was already too late.
I donât mean to blame that judgment. Even the chairman of the board does not know the location of Mahbatâs evil, so who would have dared to expect that the person he met for the first time today would know the true location of the evil?
Even if there is a warrior next to him.
But the fact that it was a wrong judgment did not change, and the time had come to pay for the misjudgment. The tip of the eternal sword penetrated the dragonâs inherent weakness, the only one among its tens of thousands of scales stuck upside down.
â Quad deud deuk!
Golden light burst from inside the scales. The Dragon Heart, which was said to render both the heroâs and the demon kingâs attacks useless, was actually unable to block the explosion aimed at itself.
ã ¡Kyaaa!
Makhbat roared. The sound alone felt like my eardrums were going to explode. As I endured my ears becoming numb in an instant, I pierced Eternity even deeper. The blade poured mana into the body.
Tens of thousands of scales misaligned with each other, and that was the end. Mahbat fell silent. He landed, checking his limp front legs and drawing his sword.
The huge body like Mount Tai seemed to stumble for a moment and then slowly collapsed. As soon as the body touched the ground, the entire basin vibrated loudly, raising dust.
The light that had covered the sky until then faded only after Mahbat fell. He landed near Brunhild. The divine radiance that resided in that body gradually weakened.
âAre you finished?â
âI think so.â
I looked at him. Judging by the way his body twitched slightly, he didnât have the energy to do anything, but he seemed to be alive.
Not only was the Dragon Heart torn into pieces, but his entire body was torn apart, but the fact that he was alive was such a tenacious vitality. Maybe there was no need to control strength from the beginning.
âWhat was that just now? The holy sword shined so brightly. âYour body rises into the sky.â
âOh, that?â
Brunhild smiled shyly.
âA transaction that responded to the desire to save people. Thereforeâ¦â¦ âTo be exact, I want to save you, Mira.â
âYouâre saving me?â
âYou were hurt horribly twice in front of me. Both of you were injured because I made you fight alone. They say I recovered, but Iâm still hurt. So I thought I wanted to fight with you so you wouldnât get hurt more, and you responded.â
Is that what you muttered to the holy sword earlier? I looked at Brunhild blankly and asked a question, pretending not to know.
âThatâs right. âIt seemed like a golden light was shining through my sword earlier. Do you know why that was?â
âGolden light? Ahhh. That. Thatâs itâ¦â¦.â
Brünnhild, who was rambling, blushed. Then he stammered an answer.
âGoodâ¦â¦ I shared my power with my colleague so that he could purify his evil power. Mira, I can trust you as much as I want, right?â
âReally?â
I asked back in a deliberately meaningful voice.
I know. Itâs true. I just asked Brunhild with the intention of teasing him because he was embarrassed and didnât know what to do. Iâm really going to answer yes anyway.
âWell, then I guess itâs a power that only works on people I like?! âThat canât be possible!â
âHuh?â
ââ¦â¦ Ah.â
Brünnhild fell into silence with an expression of regret, as if he had inadvertently made a mistake while spitting out whatever he could.
His face slowly heated up. Her entire face, including her cheeks and even her ears, was turning red like a blush.
âChi, as a friend! It means sharing my power with someone I like as a friend! Donât be mistaken! Never! You must never be mistaken! Thereforeâ¦â¦ Okay! Like Aria! You like Aria as a friend too! âIf she had been by my side, I would have received strength together?!â
She may not know it, but that aria also continues with Brünnhild in the original. After all, she is Lily Lopan.
After that, Brünnhild tried to make excuses several more times, but as if she realized that saying anything would be of no use now, she squatted down and buried her head between her knees. .
I slowly moved her body to the seat next to her. Because of her posture and her clothes, I thought I would see her underwear if she just stood there.
ââ¦â¦ Excuse me. Mummy.â
Brunhilde, who had been squatting quietly for a while, opened her mouth with difficulty.
âIâm listening.â
âYou know, Iâve been curious about this for a long time. âArya is Arya, so why am I Brünnhild and not Leona?â
There was a different reason.
Because Aria was the main character of her original work, she was always called by her first name rather than her last name, and naturally, Priscilla, who had experienced the development of her original work hundreds of times, had no choice but to use the title Aria.
On the other hand, due to her status as a warrior, she was called Brünnhild by her last name, or by her full name, Leona Brünnhild, rather than by her first name in most cases. The same was true for Priscilla, who was unable to narrow the distance as well as Aria.
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Since most of the original story that I know of was told by Priscilla, her title naturally followed the words used by Priscilla.
âThen shall I call you by your name too?â
âNo, whatever. Iâm not asking you to do that. It feels like Iâm forcing it on you. I really donât mean to do that. So, if itâs comfortable for you, you can do it, and if itâs uncomfortable, itâs okay. But Iâm not really forcing itâ¦â¦.â
Brünnhilde, who had been talking about this and that in a rapid-fire manner, suddenly closed her mouth. Then she nodded her head slowly.
ââ¦â¦ Huh.â
âOkay. âLeona.â
I flinch. Her body trembled slightly. She still didnât seem to want to raise her head, so she looked at Machbat again. It was still tenaciously continuing its life.@@novelbin@@
âI wonder if I can call the chairman now.â
Since he used the highest healing magic, his wounds would have healed perfectly, and if he said he could kill Mahbat with his own hands, he would come crawling on the ground. If I call you before I die, it will be a more perfect revenge.
âHey, over there! Mummy!â
Just as I was about to take out my communication tool and make contact, Leona stood up from her seat. Her golden eyes, which always shined so beautifully, were spinning around in confusion.
âThereâs something I forgot to mentionâ¦â¦ ! âThere was someone who wanted to talk to you!â
âWith me? Who?â
Suddenly, the holy sword was held out.
âGoddess.â
âNow, eat it quickly. âBefore they pull out all your teeth and force them to swell.â
âUh, ah⦠â¦.â
The man lying face down on the floor trembled and drank the reagent.
âKeu, ugh?!â
The reaction came immediately. My limbs were twisted into a mess. The lower body melted away, and the upper body hardened and turned into a plaster statue. The pain the man must have felt remained intact on his frozen face.
Circe, commander of the 2nd corps of the Demon Kingâs army, looked at that scene and clicked his tongue.
âTsk. âHas it failed again?â
Circe snapped her fingers, and the man, still alive, melted and solidified, floated up and fell into the middle of the cell where the test subjects were kept.
The test subjects trapped inside rushed to the slime lumps and plaster statues that were once their colleagues and started eating hastily. It was a cruel sight, but Circe did not even pay attention to it.
âHaaamâ¦â¦ Should I look into other poisons? âThere is no progress.â
Sigh, Circe stretched. Because the outfit was no different from a humanâs naked apron, the bare skin and voluptuous figure of not only the armpits but also other parts of the body were clearly exposed.
Considering that the environment was so poisonous that ordinary demons could barely survive by cutting out the affected area if even a drop of it splashed on their bare skin, wearing such clothes was itself a symbol of strength.
â71St experimentâ¦â¦ Failure. The cause of failure isâ¦â¦ Ummâ¦â¦ Hey, I donât know! âWhat do you know?â
After finishing the brief feedback, Circe was about to start the 72nd experiment when she heard the sound of someone entering the workshop. Seeing as the defensive magic didnât work, it was clearly one of the corps commanders.
However, no matter how much he was a corps commander, he could not freely enter and leave this place, Circeâs workshop. Circe put his staff in his hand and looked back, exasperated.
âWhen I was conducting an experiment, I told you not to come in unless it was related to the Demon King, right? You even put a nice sign on the door, right? Some bastard wears eyes as decorationsâ¦â¦ ?â
Circe stopped speaking and froze in place.
This was because Astaroth, who is said to have fled to the human world after betraying the Demon King, was standing there.
âAre you crazy? You psychotic b*tch. âWhat kind of safety is this place, so shamelessly creeping in?â
A curse word came straight out from between her pretty lips.
Because of that b*tch, the entire corps commander was reprimanded by the Demon King, and even now, the entire Succubus clan is locked in a dungeon, waiting for the day to die or be reduced to s*x slaves.
Honestly, it was none of Circeâs business what happened to the succubus, but she couldnât just ignore the reprimand she received from the Demon King.
âWhy are your hair and eyes shaped like that? âAre you out of your mind?â
However, that wasnât the only reason Circe was surprised. This was partly because his unique pink hair and eyes were completely stained black.
Furthermore, even the atmosphere had changed quite a bit. Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, the light-hearted appearance that started off from the tail was gone, and the whole person felt like they had settled down.
âThatâs enough. You can find out later. Anyway, nice meeting you. If I take you alive, the Demon King will reward you. âLetâs not rebel for no reason and get caught quietly, okay?â
Circe raised her staff. The entire workshop the two people stepped into began to transform into a trap and barrier. In the ever-changing battle, Astaroth smiled coldly.
âI am a traitor. There is no such thing as nonsense. âThe real traitor is the devil.â
âYes, yes. Stop talking nonsense after you get caught. âNow?!â
Circe, who was just about to finish chanting, had her mouth covered. Astaroth approached him at a speed he couldnât even see with his eyes and blocked him with his hand. As the chanting stopped, the workshop also became quiet.
Circe was astonished. A speed that even the commander of the same corps wouldnât be able to recognize?
âThere is no such thing as a taste for a womanâs spirit. Letâs see if a corps commander has a similar taste.â
Astaroth tightly bound Circe with his wings and tail and kissed her. The tongue that slipped through the lips dug inside and mixed with Circeâs tongue.
âEup! Town!â
I felt a terrible sensation in my mouth. The sensation of womenâs tongues intertwining and saliva mixing together. And the feeling of tasting every corner of your mouth with your tongue.
Circe struggled to escape the terrible sensations, but the tail and wings that bound her body did not loosen at all. Instead, it only got tighter and tighter.
âKeuuu?!â
The tongue finally went beyond the uvula and into the back of the throat. Circe opened her eyes wide. He felt nauseous. The tongue, stretched to an impossible length, tasted the throat and delved further inside.
As his tongue prodded and prodded her stomach, a thunderbolt struck Circeâs head. The tongue didnât stop there. He poked at every part of my stomach as if trying to taste it, and even penetrated my intestines.
âWowâ¦â¦ Bigâ¦â¦.â
In response to a sensation she had never felt before in her life, Circe simply rolled her eyes and let out a fierce moan. His body no longer struggled. I just flinch intermittently every time my intestines are stabbed.
Astaroth faced the bed in the same position he kissed Circe. He laid Circe down first, and then continued his actions of pressing down on her as if pounced on her. His tongue went deeper and deeper.
â-!!!!!!â
Soon, the tip of his tongue slipped out through another hole below. After checking the tip of his tongue, Astaroth cut it off with his front teeth and raised his upper body.
Both eyes had long since been rolled over, and the tongue protruding from inside the mouth and between the legs was wriggling uncontrollably like a tentacle. A violent gurgle could also be felt inside Astarothâs abdomen, where he was sitting.
âIt doesnât taste good. âItâs like trash.â
Astaroth came down from Circeâs body after giving a cruel evaluation. His body continued to shake, and unsightly moans continued to flow from his mouth.
âBut itâs okay. Because you too will receive grace and be rebornâ¦â¦ And when you wake up, you will serve me, the true Demon King.â
Not the current false fake demon king who betrayed the demons and ate with humans.