Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Ivy Beatrice murmured to herself. "What right does it have to judge and arrange all this...and what right does it have to wait here? What is it...?"

Enough! Do you think we, or rather, He, are weaker than it?

Diraz roared like a madman, as if he had been greatly provoked.

[These so-called orbs are nothing more than power amplification tools created by powerful beings! Are you really that stupid? Use your brain! Demogorgon's followers devoured orbs crafted by their master from demonic essence, thus rapidly enhancing their own abilities. And I, or rather you, absorbing souls and demonic essence, so quickly strengthen myself—aren't we just another form of orb?]

Ivy Beatrice had a splitting headache from the demons in her mind.

But she admitted that Diaz's nonsense made sense.

The six-armed serpent demon closed its eyes and focused its attention on the mental illusions within, trying to see if it could replicate a visual effect similar to the "system panel".

But as soon as she closed her eyes, she opened them again in surprise.

The accumulated soul power, including fragments of the Red Dragon Lord's legendary magical knowledge, has solidified into the starry sky seen in the tower during the spiritual vision.

Countless stars, near and far, are scattered around the black hole accretion disk in the spiritual world, as if forming a vast Milky Way.

The North Star, high above, is just an ordinary star among many others, yet it shines so brightly that Ivy Beatrice spotted it at a glance.

This gave her the illusion that the wonders of the Four Symbols Pagoda had been transferred into her spiritual world and become a part of her.

Only a tiny fraction of the remaining soul power remained.

Ivy Beatrice asked curiously, "What exactly is that golden flame inside the armillary sphere?"

[His spiritual fragments, like you and me, are also a part of the power of a domain that He once possessed.]

"Dilaz said quietly."

Like that dragon, once its soul shatters, there are fragments of consciousness, such as the fragment it resurrected with Grandel; there are also fragments of lost consciousness, such as the legendary magical knowledge it possessed, and the divinity still remaining in its head. We are merely a small fragment of it, as is that ball of fire.

Who are we, you or me?

"Ivy Beatrice asked in horror."

I am a time traveler from an ancient and powerful nation.

The existence of the Tower of Astrology—including Polaris, the Big Dipper, the Three Enclosures and Four Symbols—is intricately linked to the ancient superpowers of Earth in its previous life.

Her question was met with mockery from the demons in her mind.

Do I, or rather you, have the right to know now? You cannot even bear our former names. I cannot utter His name, nor can your ears bear His name. You only need to know that He was once... the ruler.

The two voices in her mind fell silent at the same time, and the reborn six-armed serpent demon gazed silently into the distance. They couldn't even articulate or hear His authority.

So, who is it?

Ivy Beatrice asked, "I can't possibly be unable to even bear to hear its name, can I?"

[It is the Astrological Tower that He possessed before you and I shattered our true names and physical bodies.]

Diraz said: "It is the energy core of the tower. Its energy comes from the stars, but the celestial alignment of this world is off, so it cannot restore its energy on its own. That is its last remaining energy."

She suddenly became irritable.

[What a damn fool I am! If I had listened to me and collected more demonic essence, or undergone demonic ascension or true name aggregation, it wouldn't have dissipated so easily!]

Ivy Beatrice's mind was a complete mess.

She asked instinctively, "Why me?"

Why not you?

After a long while, Diraz's voice came again: "Let's stop doubting each other. Me and I, or rather you, we are fragments of the demonic side rejected by Him."

There was an indescribable weariness in her words.

Protection, war, and also rage, envy, and pride. That was the realm He once wielded, and the power we can draw from that flame. When we draw from it, we receive what we crave most. In that instant, I clearly craved the realm of envy, but damn it! The result was protection!

“Ah,” Ivy Beatrice said nonchalantly, “I would have thought it was just laziness.”

Diraz scoffed.

But Ivy Beatrice already knew why what she was drawing upon would be the "protection" field.

She used her remaining soul power to exchange for two specializations.

Diraz sensed the change in energy: [What are you doing now? Stop wasting the soul power you've collected. After finding the dragon head and obtaining divinity, we'll collect more soul power and exchange it for another domain!]

The demon in my mind said angrily.

Listen, whether you resist or not, the convergence of true names has begun. Having re-engaged with the Four Symbols Tower and regained control of the first divine domain He once possessed, our enemies must have sensed it. Haven't you considered why He would shatter His own true name body? With His power, what kind of enemy would require Him to resort to such a means of escape? Compared to His formidable enemies in the multidimensional universe, your insignificant grudges from your past life are utterly worthless!

Ivy Beatrice burst out laughing.

Are you sure I'm not living in a melodramatic soap opera right now?

【What's the meaning? 】

[It's basically about a loser who's constantly bullied and then rises up in despair. Just as he's halfway through his comeback, a lawyer suddenly appears and tells him that the world's richest man has died, and that he was actually his father. He can inherit his trillion-dollar conglomerate if he signs a document. The loser happily signs, only to discover that besides inheriting the trillion-dollar conglomerate, he's also inheriting ten trillion dollars in debt.]

Diraz flew into a rage: "I'm not kidding you—"

The demon in my mind shut its mouth.

She sensed with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty that the six-armed snake demon Ivy-Beate was chanting complex incantations, her six arms resembling swaying flower petals.

A wondrous invisible barrier appeared around her body, encircling her and moving with her. It blocked all magical activity within ten feet of her, whether magic or magical objects.

That was a level six spell in the "protection" field, the "Anti-Magic Field".

This is Ivy Beatrice's second time redeeming the "Advanced Spell Slot" feat. Along with it comes the ability to cast sixth-level spells, and the only sixth-level spell that automatically appears in her mind.

In that instant, I didn't think of anything.

Ivy Beatrice said to the stunned demon in her mind, "But I've been wanting this for a long time."

Diraz remained silent for a few seconds.

[It seems you just redeemed more than one feat] the demon in my mind asked. [What was the other one? Was it also an advanced spell slot? Are we now able to cast seventh-level magic?]

"not at all."

Ivy Beatrice stretched.

"look by youself."

An "anti-magic field" surrounded her.

Suddenly, with a single thought from Ivy-Beate, the "Anti-Magic Field" vanished without a trace. Various magical lights flickered all over the six-armed serpent demon's body. But with just another thought, the "Anti-Magic Field" reappeared at will, suppressing the magical lights that had just appeared around it.

Diraz was speechless for a long time.

“I chose another legendary specialty, Permanent Radiation.”

This magical feat allows you to permanently imbue a spell—one that radiates magical energy from the caster into a surrounding area—within a fixed radius. The effects of this permanently radiated magic can take effect or temporarily cease at the caster's will, but they will never be canceled. Even countermeasures such as dispelling spells can only temporarily suppress the effect.

"Permanent Radiation: Anti-Magic Field".

Ivy Beate drew the Spellbreaker Mand, gently wiped the silver-blue blade, and assumed the "Iron Heart" pose.

Within a ten-foot radius, the "anti-magic field" effect remained intact, but the effect on the six-armed serpent demon was dispelled by the power of the Iron Heart, and all sorts of magical auras began to flicker again.

“After taking the dragon’s head, I think it’s necessary to make a trip to Samarach,” the silver-blue blade reflected the fierce, cold light of his emerald vertical pupils. “I think I’m now qualified to settle those insignificant little grudges from my past life.”

Chapter 114 Ancient Evil Objects

Immersed in thick darkness, the eyelids of the three eyes on its head trembled slightly, but eventually returned to deathly silence.

It had another dream.

To be precise, it's a memory.

It has slaughtered countless universes and used its bony claws on its back to devour the hearts of countless gods...

But He took advantage of this and deceived it, trapping its arms as it ripped out His heart.

He and his allies succeeded and failed.

Even after they captured it, it still grinned at them.

Because they were helpless against it, an ancient evil creature, even gods, demon lords and the Nine Hells Demon King could not destroy its enormous body.

But one of them made a crucial suggestion, and it was ultimately banished here.

Its body sank into the pitch-black liquid extracted from the "singularity of time," where it was frozen forever. This liquid also forced its spirit to be sealed and imprisoned in another dimension, completely isolated from its physical body.

So now, all it can enjoy are those past memories, and besides those memories, there is also anger.

It hated the two-headed baboon, it hated the black prince…

I hate that thing, with three jackal and demon heads, six arms, spewing hot, red-hot poisonous mist at him…

And I hate that fat, goat-headed idiot…

But what it hated most was that woman.

A red-scaled woman with three eyes and eighteen arms.

She, or rather, He, stood atop the diamond chariot, holding a fire-breathing red dragon's head in one hand, shooting arrows at it with both, waving a red battle flag that unleashed death curses in one hand, and brandishing fragments of the moon in the other, deflecting its attacks time and again...

The woman who deceived it, who lured it with her own heart, and who bound its arms.

Its enormous body floated lifelessly in the pitch-black liquid.

But my eyelids started to tremble frequently.

In the darkness, it seemed to sense His presence, that presence that it hated most...

Its thoughts cannot transcend the confines of dimensions, but can only drift aimlessly and infinitely through parallel, multi-dimensional universes. However, the outer walls of some worlds are always exceptionally fragile compared to others…

Burn Scar gasped for breath, curled up in the sewers of the port plaza.

He was covered in blood, his green bald head tilted back, and he cautiously watched the dense array of military boots rushing past above him. Then he carefully covered the rusty iron plate with his own, leaving himself to lie alone in the darkness.

When he received the message that Ivy Beatrice had sent him through a crystal ball, he rushed to the theater immediately.

Burn Scar knew that doing so was unwise, even extremely foolish. The right choice was to run away as fast as possible, to leave the City of Flame, and to run as far away as possible.

But sometimes, even when you know something is wrong, you just can't help doing it.

He rushed to the theater, but before he could even see the mangled body of the Dragon Woman lying in a pool of blood, he first saw a large contingent of soldiers from the Lower City Guard.

After committing the murder, Ivy Beatrice kindly called the police—and her method of reporting it was rather unusual: she pierced the head of the Matriarch of Ottocan with a sword and then threw it from the second floor of the theater onto the street.

The head quickly attracted a large crowd of city guards.

Among them were some discerning individuals. A branch of the Ottokan family, who served in the city guard, recognized the head of this dragon-like woman as the matriarch of the Ottokan family and the mother of the great hero Losques-Ottokan, who sacrificed his life in the Battle of Fireport.

By the time the city guards stormed into the theater, Ivy Beatrice had already teleported away.

But everyone in the theater knows that a lowly Greenman with a scar on his face often comes here to meet secretly in his box with the Ottokan matriarch, who has become human and is watching a play about the sacrifice of her son.

In less than a second, everyone tacitly identified the murderer.

—For the sake of the hero's reputation and the purity of the dragon bloodline, regardless of whether the person who killed the Matriarch of Otukan was this Greenman, this Greenman must be the murderer.

Before the arrest warrant could be issued, they saw this green-clad man appear before them like a fierce demon.

What followed was an extremely fierce and brutal battle.

The murderer killed and wounded more than forty city guards and killed a paladin from the Ottokan family before escaping.

The city guards acted swiftly, sealing off the entire lower city area.

When the news spread, the entire city of Yantu was enraged.

The Bronze Dragon's kin were killed by half-human, half-lizardman hybrids. If this is not dealt with seriously, the Dragon God's majesty will be lost!

Many high priests personally led paladin squads into the lower city to avenge the High Priest.

Even the "Thunder Eater" took action personally—Gululos had been killed by someone, his money bag was gone, and he desperately needed to vent his anger.

At this very moment, Burn Scar, braving the risk of being blown away by the gale at any moment, climbed down the cliff from the seventh level of the lower city back to the bottom city of Fire Harbor and lay in wait.

The priests quickly ascertained the identity of the scarred man and ordered the arrest of his Greenman followers, beginning a severe interrogation.

Paladins, of course, cannot treat others with cruelty, even their enemies.

However, not all followers of the Bronze Dragonflight are paladins; the temple has a special Inquisition to deal with enemies. This department generally only takes in those who are enemies of the Bronze Dragonflight, using their evil to serve the Dragon God.

Especially after the tribunal recently took in a newcomer, the cruelty and horror of the tribunal have increased to a whole new level.

But to everyone's surprise, no one betrayed their leader. These lizard hybrids had a very strong sense of community; for them, "family" was everything, and Burnscar was the head of their "family."

Therefore, all of Shao Ba's followers were executed for conspiracy.