Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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"Of course, it's also Gurulos."

Ivy-Beate gave him a forced smile with the bronze dragon head of the dragon race, and answered him in the voice of Gurulos, "So you killed him."

She carefully examined the scene behind Burn Scar through the communication crystal ball. The dilapidated port and docks, the state of everything waiting to be rebuilt, were so familiar.

This is actually a refugee camp in Fire Harbor.

Scar noticed his gaze, so he simply picked up the crystal ball and spun it around, letting Gululos inside the crystal ball get a good look.

"Have you seen enough? I live in the refugee camp in Fire Harbor. You can come and find me anytime."

He looked disdainfully at the magnificently dressed dragon inside the crystal ball.

"That's right, I've been the one killing you all this time. You really went all out, using your double's life to lure me out. He looks exactly like you, what's his relationship to you, a twin brother?"

The dragon inside the crystal ball calmly said, "Yes."

"is it?"

Scarface slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "Then I must tell you some bad news—when I killed your twin brother, he was so scared that he pooped. It was really ugly."

He wanted to provoke the dragon in the crystal ball to appear and fight him, but little did he know that Ivy Beatrice, who had transformed into Gululos, was not paying any attention to his rhetoric.

However, through her conversations with the people with burn scars, she noticed another advantage of having a "mortal body":

When she transformed into someone else's appearance, all the discomfort of social anxiety disappeared. Instead, she felt a subtle excitement about communicating with others. It was like when she was on Earth in her previous life, she couldn't even open her mouth when facing someone face-to-face, but once she picked up a keyboard and started typing, she dared to say anything.

She decided to try one more time.

“Okay, okay, whatever you say is right,” she said. “Would you mind talking more?”

The burn scar left him speechless.

Alarm bells rang in his mind. Faced with the calm and composed demeanor of Glusso in the crystal ball, the harsh words that were on the tip of his tongue involuntarily swallowed back down.

—There's no mistake, this is the real Gurulos.

—A truly ruthless character, a monster without a soul or any emotion!

He sneered, "If you don't mind, why should I mind?"

"You already know I am Gululos, so who are you?"

"You can call me Burn Scar, the leader of the Dragon Breath Gang."

“Alright, Scarface, leader of the Dragonbreath Gang,” said Gurulos, also known as Ivy Beatrice, in the crystal ball. “You killed Gurulos, took his communication crystal ball, and also took the political donation he was supposed to hand over to a certain family today. You don’t deny it, do you?”

The burn scar smiles.

“Why deny it?” he whistled. “I never imagined you gangsters were so rich. But I have a question. Why did you exchange half your money for gold bars, and why do you have a mark that’s been erased on each one? Did you dig up some king’s treasury? Now you’ve lost a full eighty gold bars, how does that feel?”

Ivy Beatrice ignored his provocation.

"This is what I don't understand: you took my gold, so you should be quite wealthy. Why are you still living like a vagrant? You—"

The dragon inside the crystal ball paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

“The Oath of Poverty,” the imposter dragon suddenly realized. “I never imagined that a killer with blood on his hands would be an ascetic willing to uphold the Oath of Poverty.”

He shrugged, his shoulders trembling at the burn scar.

"All you need to know is that the gold is no longer in your hands."

“I have plenty of gold,” the dragon in the crystal ball grinned contemptuously. “What you’ve taken is just a drop in the ocean. Taking another eighty won’t matter. What intrigues me is the little bug on your back.”

The burn scar still had a smile on his face, but the smile had faded.

"That little bug is quite clever to have found you to work for him," said Gurulos from the crystal ball. "I see that someone like you has nothing left, so naturally you have no weaknesses. That's why this little bug is using you, making you fight for him while he reaps the rewards from behind. You've given him all my gold, haven't you? Or rather, it was her?"

Burn Scar stared fiercely at the dragon head in the crystal ball.

But Gurulos inside the crystal ball changed the subject: "By the way, your skin is green, are you an orc?"

The man with the burn scar asked warily, "What do you mean?"

“It’s nothing, just chatting. Since the gold is gone, let’s talk about something else,” Ivy-Beate said. “You look a bit like an orc, but not quite.”

"I am a DPP supporter, which means I am a certain kind of..."

Burn Scar suddenly realized the atmosphere had gone astray. "What are we doing? Having a tea party? You and I are destined to fight to the death, there's no room for negotiation, what's there to talk about?"

Inside the crystal ball, Gululos shrugged.

"Did I say we don't have to fight to the death? If you want to kill me, I'll kill you too. What does that have to do with having a few words?"

He laughed loudly, his face bearing the burn scar.

“Your dragon head is kind of interesting,” he said seriously. “If I didn’t have to kill you, I’d really like to have a drink with you.”

"Oh, that's easy."

The dragon inside the crystal ball raised a glass bottle filled with a purplish-red potion and opened the lid in front of the green people. A faint red mist rose from the magical potion inside.

To concoct a potion, the first step is to create a liquid capable of holding the corresponding magic. Alchemists have a specific term for this: "base spirit." Each spell requires a different base spirit. After preparing the base spirit, the magic to be added is gently guided to release its power and lock it into the base spirit, making it extremely stable. A magical potion is then successfully concocted.

Therefore, to brew a magical potion, one must not only master the skills of potion brewing, but also be knowledgeable about the corresponding magic.

Ivy Beatrice doesn't know how to mix potions, but Medusa Stéphane is an expert, and the supernatural magic of "mortal skin" can replace "Transfiguration" and be added to the base of "Transfiguration" potions.

The "Transfiguration" magic potion in Ivy Beatrice's hand is the result of their collaborative efforts.

The dragon in the crystal ball looked at the green people, and the mockery and amusement in its eyes gave Burnscar a very bad feeling.

The six-armed serpent demon, disguised as Gurulos, raised his bottle in salute to Scarface and said meaningfully, "If you want to have a drink with me, I'll drink first. However, you might hate me soon."

The imposter dragon drank the magic potion in one gulp.

Scarface stared in disbelief as the dragon inside the crystal ball underwent a dramatic transformation. The bronze dragon's head creaked and began to deform as if melting, its horns rapidly shortening, its metallic scales fading, and even the skeletal framework of its head and face changing.

He watched in icy cold as the dragon seed in the crystal ball disappeared, replaced by a green-skinned, scarred, bald man.

"what have you done?"

Scarface, enraged, stared at his exact reflection in the crystal ball and roared, "What are you going to do?!"

The burn scar in the crystal ball tilted its head slightly at him.

“Perhaps you know too little about magic,” said the burn scar in the crystal ball. “There’s a spell called Object Locator, which can pinpoint things I’m very familiar with. And there’s a spell called Teleport, which can instantly teleport me to where I want to go and to the side of objects that I remember well.”

The man with the burn scar laughed in anger.

"You should have told me earlier."

He moved his hands, making his joints crack and pop.

"Item location magic, is it? The crystal ball is right here in my hand, come quickly."

The scarred bald man in the crystal ball looked at him calmly, an expression that caused the smile on the real scarred face to fade little by little until it disappeared completely.

His heart sank, and his voice was hoarse: "What exactly do you want?"

"Why should I bother looking for you?" said the burn scar in the crystal ball.

The next second, Scarface stared in disbelief as he saw that the figure inside the crystal ball in his hand had vanished, and the crystal ball had become dim and lifeless.

Inside the theater's private boxes.

The veiled woman sat alone in her seat, listening to the rehearsal of a stage play about Losques outside, gazing silently at the glittering metal in front of her and the grinning head of the Bronco gang leader, Gulous.

The green-skinned wretch successfully completed his mission. The traitor who had sided with the Thunder Eater family was dead, and a large amount of gold had been deposited, temporarily filling the empty treasury of the Otukan family.

Next, by exploiting the pirate raids on their shipping routes and advocating for the expansion of the Northern Legion's forces, the family can regain the Northern Legion's support. Of course, it's also essential to simultaneously win over the Gilles Ro family…

She suddenly remembered that Ivy Beate, the ominous widow who remained of the Beate family, was still nominally engaged to the Otucan family. Since her family was all dead, she could use her status as an elder to marry her off to Juan Gielello.

That's a pretty good political deal.

In any case, this human identity can now be discarded.

Having fully regained her noble dragon form, she remains the matriarch of the Otukan family and the youngest high priestess of the City of Flame.

But she hesitated.

The thought of what that green-skinned scoundrel had done to her human form filled her with utter disgust, yet she also felt a long-lost thrill and excitement.

All of this was for the Ottokan family.

The veiled woman squeezed her legs together, trying to comfort herself.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt the magical fluctuations characteristic of teleportation effects behind her—someone had used "Item Locator" to locate the gold and teleported there.

The matriarch of Otucan frowned beneath her veil.

She turned around nimbly to face the nonchalant Greenskin Burnskin.

"Why are you here again?" she said, feigning displeasure, her veil concealing the blush on her face. "I've already satisfied all those demands you made today—"

Her eyes suddenly widened.

This burned man, in appearance, posture, and even that disheartened and cynical expression, was exactly the same. But he didn't have that post-coital smell on him!

Matriarch Otukan screamed, "You are not him!"

“You got it right,” Ivy Beatrice, now with her burn scars, burped. “Too bad there’s no prize.”

The body of the Matriarch of Ottokan was swollen and deformed, her veil torn into strips by the bronze dragon head, and her long dragon tail pounded against the floor of the box.

The high priest's true identity reminded Ivy Beatrice of the interrogation she endured when she first entered the city.

In less than a second, a dozen chain-reaction buff spells were cast on the High Priest himself. Invulnerability barriers, divine spells, various energy immunity spells…

Matron Otukan, now transformed back into a bronze dragon, reached out and grabbed at the void, using the "Summon Weapon" spell to summon magical armor and a greatsword. In the blink of an eye, she armed herself into an unshakeable fortress.

Ivy Beatrice did nothing but remove the effects of the magic potion and appear before Matriarch Ottokan as a red-haired woman.

The bronze dragon's pupils contracted.

"It's you!" Madam Otucan screamed in shock and anger, "So it was you!"

Ivy Beatrice said, "I'm sorry, I killed your son."

The Ottokan matriarch, her eyes gleaming with blood, cried out: "I—"

Before he could finish speaking, all the magic vanished in the next instant.

The High Priestess discovered that all the magical effects surrounding her body had been suppressed and vanished completely. Even her various magical equipment and dimensional bag had lost their effectiveness.

"Anti-Magic Field!"

Madam Otukan laughed in fury, "So that's what you were planning."

“This is still your family’s scroll,” Ivy-Beate said.

Under the incredulous gaze of the Matriarch of Otukan, Ivy-Beate's form began to change drastically, revealing her true form as a giant serpent with six arms.

The six-armed serpent demon, Ivy-Beate, raised her six greatswords, assuming a peculiar stance. With deep breaths, her snow-white, jade-like belly swelled high, then sank back down.

But in just a few breaths, Matriarch Otukan saw in disbelief that the dark protection of the "evil aura" surrounding the six-armed serpent demon's body, and the magic-wielding Mand and Shadow Strike sword in his hands, had actually begun to radiate magical light again!

However, the Matriarch of Ottocan herself is still under the suppression of the anti-magic field!

This is precisely the profound essence of the Iron Heart Style martial arts, mastered by the Sword of Military Path: "The Power of Iron Heart."

By focusing their fighting spirit, martial artists who wield the power of an iron heart can overcome almost any obstacle to defeat their enemies. When using this profound technique, they can selectively terminate a spell or similar effect affecting them, relying solely on willpower and courage. It also greatly enhances their confidence in defeating their opponents, significantly increasing the accuracy and destructive power of their attacks.

What Ivy Beatrice stopped by using her "Iron Heart Power" was the "Anti-Magic Field" that was affecting her!

"No!" Matriarch Otukan screamed desperately, still shrouded in the anti-magic field.

"Farewell, High Priest."

More than ten sword lights slashed down like lightning.

Amidst the splattering blood, before the high priest was reduced to pieces of flesh, he seemed to see his son standing in the center of the theater stage.

Author's note: I had some family matters to attend to, so I'm a few minutes late today. I'm very sorry.

Chapter 103 Hope for Revenge

In the span of a single breath, the legendary High Priest of the Dragon Clan was struck by at least ten swords.

The "hunting mortals" skills of the Mortal Hunter class, the near-perfect weapon mastery of the Military Sword class, the lethality of "Punishment Stance," all combined with the attack precision and damage bonuses granted by "Iron Heart Power"...

The six greatswords in the hands of the six-armed serpent demon Ivy-Beate seemed to transform into an all-pervasive wind, brazenly seeping into the gaps in the armor, and effortlessly and subtly severing the steel-clad limbs of her opponent without anyone noticing.

The first thing to leave the body and fly out was the hands of the Matriarch of Otukan.

Then came the two arms.