Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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He was taken aback as soon as he stepped into the corridor.

Rushing straight at it, almost within arm's reach, was a Devilclaw monster covered in a shiny black exoskeleton!

It didn't even go to the lower deck!

This was because, just as Raphael, the dinosaur, was about to rush into the bridge hatch with everyone on his back, everyone suddenly received a telepathic message from the six-armed serpent demon.

[Blocked in the passageway]

Before Glendale could cast his spell, the two behemoths clashed for the second time, crashing together violently.

They slammed against the walls and floor, making a series of loud noises.

The Terrorclaw's two hooked claws tore through Grandel's flesh, hooking onto Grandel's right arm bone and left collarbone respectively, pinning Grandel beneath it. Its vulture-like beak pecked again at the broken red scales embedded in Grandel's head.

Glendale frantically turned his head to dodge the beak strike, which was comparable to a battering ram.

If he were on an open deck, he could use his wrestling skills to throw the bird-headed monster on his body far away, but in this narrow corridor, he was at a loss.

He roared in fury, hating for the first time why he wasn't a wizard proficient in instant magic, and hating even more that he had just awakened and that this stolen body had no usable magical items or suitable passive-triggered spells to cast upon himself.

He rolled around, trying to reverse the unfavorable situation of the grappling, while simultaneously clenching his left fist—which was not yet under the control of the Devilclaw—and striking the Devilclaw's shoulder and vulture's head. The Devilclaw's exoskeleton was as hard as stone, with countless uneven bony protrusions, yet Glendale punched it in the left forehead, shattering its left cheek and half of its beak.

Raphael the Feral Dinosaur took the punch, his face splattered with blood, half of his face gone, but he still held on tightly to Grandel with his claws.

With the opponent's offensive slowing down, Grandel finally caught his breath and immediately seized the opportunity to cast a spell.

Before he could successfully cast his "Anywhere Door" spell, a "Dispel Magic" spell flew in and immediately dispelled the magical aura he had just gathered.

Grandel was furious and quickly glanced in the direction from which the "dispelling spell" had come from.

Medusa, the flamboyant young woman, was looking nervously from behind the Terrorclaw monster, pointing forward at Grandel. Her "Petrifying Gaze" was completely ineffective against Grandel's powerful physique.

Glendale glanced quickly and saw two little bubbles and owl bear cubs behind her.

"Fool! Fool who dares to fight the Red Dragon!"

Grendel roared, wrestling with the Terrorclaw monster while giving Medusa a sinister smile, "You wait, I'm going to pluck those little darlings off your head one by one!"

Stewart's face turned ashen, and the snakes in her hair seemed to shrink back in terror, her punk hairstyle resembling a ponytail. Despite this, she bravely protected her babies behind her, like a mother hen sheltering her chicks.

But before he could finish speaking, his eyes widened.

A tall, six-armed, serpentine shadow appeared at the entrance to the bridge cabin!

Glendale's eyes widened in fury, and disregarding whether Medusa would break his spell again, he began to chant the incantation without thinking.

The six-armed serpent demon's telepathic message echoed in the Devilclaw's mind: [Don't move.]

Yes, Lord!

In the next instant, the silver-blue sword light deftly pierced through the exoskeleton of the Devilclaw monster's back, passed through its right collarbone, and then plunged into Grandel's throat.

The Terrorclaw and the Grendel beneath it were firmly pinned to the floor.

Glendale's struggling sounds and gurgling voices echoed through the bridge corridor.

Grandel, who called himself the Red Dragon, was ultimately unable to finish reciting the incantation.

Blood gushed from his throat, mingling with the bluish-green blood flowing from the dinosaur pressing down on him. He gritted his teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his eyes bulging, and his legs kicked repeatedly at the floor.

—Damn it, damn it! You stupid and lowly creatures, how dare you bring me, the Dragon Lord, to such a state!

—I will kill you all! Even if it takes a thousand years, the great red dragon will avenge this grudge!

—After I escape this calamity and regain my divinity… wait, what are you going to do next!

He watched helplessly as the six-armed serpent demon bent down towards him, not even having time to admire her massive, heavy pectoral muscles, before being terrified by her actions: she reached out a hand and grabbed the fragment of red scale that was embedded in his forehead.

—Wait a minute, wait a minute!

He stared at those cold, emerald-green vertical pupils that looked down at him, his eyes filled with terror and despair, almost bulging out of their sockets.

—I can submit! I can be your demonic servant, I…

In the midst of excruciating pain, he saw her pull him out.

"I said."

Just a second before his consciousness faded, he vaguely heard the six-armed snake demon say, "I'll kill you."

Chapter 95 Black Sails Town

Just as the six-armed serpent demon destroyed the "Demon Soul Pot" made from dragon scale fragments and absorbed the enormous soul within, all the sailors who had received dragon scale eye transplants collapsed to the ground.

After a long while, the people lying haphazardly on the deck began to convulse, scream, and weep.

With the death of the Red Dragon, his legendary magic became ineffective.

The sailors' souls returned to their bodies from the dragon scale fragments embedded in their eye sockets. However, the dragon scale fragments also lost their function as substitutes for eyes; their eyeballs were gone, and more than a hundred people on the ship were now blind.

"Should we still kill them?" Blue Bubble looked at them with concern, her expression showing reluctance.

Ivy Beatrice has no interest in that.

She reverted to human form, took out the "Healing Wounds" wand from her dimensional bag, and kept the dying Devilclaw alive. Then she found its severed half-face and beak in the bridge corridor and glued them back together. She then took out the "Regeneration" scroll from her dimensional bag and cast a spell to help it grow back and restore its lost life.

Raphael the Devil Claw has fully recovered.

It used its talons to support its body, stood up again, and moved its vulture-like head.

【Owner】

Well done!

Ivy Beatrice telepathically sensed it: "You will receive a reward soon."

So the Deinonychus gently tapped its claws together, making a pleasant tapping sound.

Blue Bubble remained focused on that question: "So, what should we do with them next?"

Ivy Beatrice turned her head to examine her closely, then suddenly reached out and touched the girl's soft, bubbly hair, before lowering her head to kiss her cool forehead.

“Thank you,” Ivy-Beate said sincerely, then turned to Green Bubble, “You too.”

"Huh? Eh?"

The two little bubbles showed no surprise at her transformation into the six-armed serpent demon, indicating they had witnessed it before. If Ivy Beatrice was not mistaken, it should have been the night she revealed her true form and defeated the port master and vice-captain.

However, they kept this a secret, and even though El was a spy planted by the squad leader, he didn't utter a single word to El.

She changed the subject, asking the dazed boy staring at her blue bubble, "What do you think should be done?"

Blue Bubble whispered, "Can't we cure their eyes, just like we cured Raphael?"

Ivy Beatrice shook her head.

“I do have a few scrolls of regeneration techniques,” she said, “but there are too many of them. Who should I treat and who shouldn’t I treat? You decide.”

Blue Bubble's face fell, and she couldn't speak.

Seeing Bubble's sad expression, Ivy Beatrice felt a bit of a headache.

"How about this."

She sighed, "Let me think of something."

She simply couldn't be bothered with these blind sailors. Just a minute ago they were enemies, and she had no responsibility for their lives. Not killing them to absorb their souls was already letting them off easy. This was because their souls were too weak, and she was too lazy to collect even a mosquito's flesh.

But Blue Bubble is "Blue Bubble-Beate," and her wish should be granted.

Sure enough, Bubble's little face lit up with a smile again: "Mmm!"

Just then, the Medusa-like girl with the flamboyant style approached mysteriously. "Sister, don't worry about such a small thing. Ta-da! The all-powerful idea person is here! I have a plan!"

A hopeful light shone in Blue Bubble's eyes: "Really?"

Medusa immediately patted her chest and said, "It's true, it's true, it's true! How could it not be true? Let me tell you, it's more real than real gold and silver!"

Ivy Beatrice looked at her cheeky expression and countless black lines appeared on her forehead: "I have a bad feeling about you looking like this... Can't you just say what you want to say?"

"Clang clang clang!"

Medusa exaggeratedly reached into her boot and rummaged around until she finally pulled out a short, dark staff. "This is the secret weapon to solve my sister's ultimate concern... Hey, why are you all backing away?"

Ivy Beatrice asked hesitantly, "Is this a wand?"

Medusa declared confidently, "Of course, it's a wand! I found this wand in an abandoned dragon tomb, and it will definitely grant my little sister's wish!"

Ivy Beatrice silently took out a pair of gloves, put them on, and carefully picked up the wand with her thumb and forefinger.

"Putting the smell aside," she looked again and again, "the magic in this wand seems to be the Ghoul Hand?"

"Hehehe, that's right."

Medusa said, "I've tried it. Activate this wand, poke someone, and in no time they'll turn into a ghoul. Ghouls see so clearly, they don't even need eyeballs. Oh my god, those two empty eye sockets are all red and fiery, like two burning coals, hahaha!"

Blue Bubble and Green Bubble squeezed together. At first, they were completely bewildered, and then they looked at Medusa, who was laughing wildly, with tears welling up in their big eyes.

—Do you have some serious illness?

Ivy Beatrice didn't hold back and gave Medusa-like Stéphane a sharp rap on the head, causing her spiky, snake-like hair to hiss and dance wildly in fury.

“Rejected,” Ivy Beatrice said expressionlessly.

—Ghouls are ugly and smelly.

Stewart clutched her head and cried out in pain, then foamed at the mouth and collapsed to the ground, convulsing—she had been bitten by snakes all over her head again.

Ivy Beatrice ignored her, looked around, and sighed helplessly.

By this time, the storm had gradually passed, and the sky and sea were once again bathed in light.

She saw her beautiful trimaran on the sea, now without a helmsman or mast, drifting away alone.

Thinking about the money spent on the boat, Ivy Beatrice's heart bled, and her hatred for the Red Dragon deepened. She immediately raised her leg and kicked Glendale.

When she pulled the fragment of the Red Dragon's "Pot of Souls" from Grandel's head, there were actually two souls within the fragment: one was the remnant soul of the Red Dragon, and the other was Grandel's own soul. She absorbed both souls together, and even "Complete Resurrection" and "Wish" spells could not revive them.

All that remained was a shell lying on the ground, a body that had undergone modifications by the Red Dragon.

However, the powerful regenerative abilities of the troll bloodline still came into play. In the short time, Grendel's head and skin wings had regrown back, turning him into a silent, motionless undead.

Everyone on the Ivy-Beate telepathic deck: [You have a chance to regain your sight. Now be quiet and listen to me.]

The first sentence alone silenced the blind sailors, who trembled with excitement.

“I am your new master,” Ivy-Beate said. “Serve me for a month, as long as you follow my orders without fail, and then I will make him grow eyes back.”

The sailors on deck remained silent, but many were more or less tempted.

Suddenly a weak voice came from the crowd: "How do we know you can do it? I mean, how do we know you have the ability to make us grow eyes?"

Ivy-Beate looked toward the source of the sound and saw a lizardman sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a nine-headed whip in his hand. He was the lizardman boatswain.

By now, the lizardman boatswain had pried off the dragon scale fragments embedded in his eye sockets, revealing two horrifying bloody holes in his face.

“I can show you.”

Ivy Beatrice said.

She took out a "Regeneration" scroll from her dimensional bag, unrolled it, and chanted the incantation.

A magical aura appeared on the scroll.

The lizardman boatswain groaned, feeling a tingling, itchy sensation in his left eye socket, as if something was brewing and swelling.

He blinked and rubbed his left eye hard, and when he opened his eyelids again, he was astonished to see his companions lying haphazardly around him, as well as the woman standing proudly.

“I,” the lizardman boatswain trembled, “I saw it, I saw it!”

Upon hearing his shout, everyone stirred.

Ivy Beatrice's cool voice poured cold water on their enthusiasm: "Just the left eye."

The lizardman boatswain stared blankly for a few seconds, then realized that his right eye socket was indeed still empty.

"Yes, yes, only the left eye."

Now a one-eyed man, he got up, tenderly stroking his left eye socket, unable to contain his excitement, "Boss Chasan, I pledge my allegiance to you, madam. I hope you will keep your promise a year from now and grant me my other eye."

So all the blind sailors shouted in unison. Some pledged their loyalty, while others hoped to have one eye restored first so they could work better for Ivy Beatrice.

She ignored it all.

"Alright, Chasan, from now on you are the captain. First and foremost, manage your crew well. Remember, I always keep my word."

"Yes, ma'am."