Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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The Araco Eaglemen are circling high in the sky.

He saw crowds surging through the streets of Huoshaogang, with densely packed city guards closing in from all directions along the main streets and alleys.

[They're the city guards; they're surrounding us!]

Patrick turned and left the dock office, retracing his steps along the dock road he had just followed back towards the warehouse district, while simultaneously telepathically communicating with all the mercenaries near and far:

Those on the boat should remain silent and concealed. Those on shore, please take note and retreat to the warehouse area.

Two mercenaries jogged to clear a path for Patrick, while Tusu followed closely beside him.

In the archives room, separated from the office by only one wall, two squad leaders, Al, remained silently. One lay down, the other stood. And the one standing was quietly watching them leave through the crack in the archives room door.

The Araquo Eagleman, in a fit of rage from the sky, responded to Patrick: "Aren't we getting out of here by boat?"

There's no need for that.

Patrick telepathically said, "I suspected that Squad Leader Al might betray us after using us; don't forget he's a paladin after all. Execute."

【later】

Patrick, alerted by the aerial sentry, turned to look behind him.

A combat squad of four paladins riding giant dragons appeared at the port square.

The knight's bronze armor on the dinosaur's back gleamed.

The four-headed Megaloraptor was covered with long red and grayish-blue fur respectively. Although they stood on their two hind legs, they also had strong and powerful forelimbs, each with an extremely long claw.

The knights instantly locked onto Patrick, and one of them whistled. The four great raptors immediately lowered their fanged heads and charged towards Patrick.

Tusu roared and drew his cold iron short spear from behind, but Patrick raised his hand to stop him.

Stay calm.

Patrick said, slowly taking out a magic storage ring from his waist and slipping it onto the middle finger of his right hand.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Thief Dragon Knights rushed in front of Patrick, their four foul-smelling mouths lunging at him!

At the same time, Patrick raised his right hand and gave them the middle finger.

As the magical energy dissipated, muffled impacts rang out almost simultaneously from all sides.

The four paladins flew straight forward, past Patrick, and crashed to the ground. One of them landed rather awkwardly, his helmeted head bent backward like a dead chicken, his limbs stiff and twitching inside his armor.

The other three were less unlucky, but they also fell quite hard. Coupled with the sheer weight of their armor, they lay on the ground groaning and struggling, unable to get up.

Tusu stepped forward, lifted the knights' helmets, and slashed their necks one by one, killing them all.

The four great raptors lay prostrate or collapsed before Patrick, their necks twisted in bizarre ways, their heads bleeding profusely, their fates unknown.

Blood stained the transparent force wall between the two sides.

Patrick's force field wall was slightly different from a typical "force wall spell." It was very short, only level with the heads of the giant raptors. As a result, the four giant raptors crashed headfirst into the transparent force field wall, breaking their necks. The four knights were also thrown from their mounts by the inertia.

At this moment, more city guards arrived at the distant square, and more great dragon riders also appeared.

Seeing what was happening ahead, all the great dragon thieves looked at each other and decided not to charge rashly.

Patrick withdrew his raised middle finger.

As he lowered his arm, the transparent force wall, covered in blood, suddenly collapsed and disappeared.

Patrick casually backed away, spreading his arms in a welcoming gesture to the city guards in the square. Amidst the loud laughter of the Araquo Eaglemen overhead, he turned around, hands in his pockets, and strode towards the warehouse district. He casually patted Tusu, who was staring blankly at the dock office beside him, signaling the native to follow.

But deep down, his intuition told him that something was wrong, very wrong.

Patrick stopped and turned to Tusu, asking, "What were you looking at just now?"

Before Tusu could answer, the city guards from the direction of the square erupted in a deafening roar. Their leader, the former captain of the lower city guard, the dragon-blooded paladin Berlik, had arrived.

Patrick received a warning from the Araquo Eaglemen: "Watch out, the big one is coming!"

He saw the dragon-blooded paladin in the center of the square, his armor gleaming, riding a great raptor. This great raptor was exceptionally majestic and imposing. Its body was hairless, its skin a tapestry of topaz and deep red, directly exposed to the midday blue sun. The fine scales reflected a bronze sheen.

He saw the dragon commander on the back of the great thief dragon lower his spear and point it in his direction.

Countless city guards surged into the dock road like a tidal wave, rushing towards this side!

“Soul,” Tusu said blankly.

Patrick looked at the city guards opposite him, took out a second magic storage ring and put it on the middle finger of his left hand, and then took out a wand from his dimensional bag.

He casually asked, "What soul?"

“The souls of four dead men,” Tusu pointed toward the dock office, “all flew into that room.”

Patrick's pupils suddenly dilated.

In the world of Abel, there are no gods, and therefore no divine kingdom.

The divine kingdoms of each dragon king are His dreams.

When the followers of the Bronze Dragon die, their souls are contained within the Bronze Dragon's dream realm, where they continue to live forever and provide their masters with the power of faith. The souls of paladins and priests, on the other hand, become heroic spirits, which are souls composed of positive energy. They can freely travel between dreams and reality according to the Dragon King's commands or the church's summons.

—How could the souls of four paladins have flown there and disappeared? What's there? It couldn't possibly be a bronze dragon…

His hair stood on end, and he quickly turned his head to look in the direction Tusu was pointing.

That direction leads directly to the archives room, which is separated from the dock office by only one wall!

At this moment, the six-armed serpent demon, disguised as squad leader El, stood silently between the file shelves, the four low-quality souls only making her more thirsty.

In the darkness, a pair of emerald green vertical pupils met Patrick's burning gaze through the wooden wall.

Chapter 77 The Final Battle at the Dock (Part 4)

The city guards, clad in heavy armor, swarmed out of the square.

Patrick removed the depleted mana storage ring from his middle finger and replaced it with the mind-control ring he had shown Lana before. He then took out a broken tortoise shell from his dimensional bag.

Tortoise shells and ox bones are among the oldest carriers of magic. People would carve small holes into them to guide the cracks created by flames, thus forming magical imprints. However, this method was laborious and prone to error. Therefore, except for a very few ancient magical sects that adhered to traditional techniques, this method of creating magical oracle bones was replaced by magical scrolls and copying techniques thousands of years ago.

“Guys,” Patrick said to the two mercenary companions running around him and Tusu, “stop them.”

He activated the mind-controlled ring.

The two mercenaries were shocked and enraged to find their bodies spinning uncontrollably, and then being thrown like cannonballs at the oncoming city guards.

The two men screamed and cursed in despair, wildly swinging their swords at the nearby enemies in retaliation.

Patrick watched them fall into the crowd, then, while walking backwards, he raised the tortoise shell and began chanting incantations.

The incantation activated the magic on the tortoise shell, and pale purple magical mist emerged from its textures and cracks.

Suddenly, the surrounding city guards noticed that the two audacious guys had burst into two bright blue lights, which at the same time emitted a huge attraction, and their weapons and armor were involuntarily drawn to them.

The scene was incredibly chaotic. The two mercenaries were squeezed between numerous city guards, piled on top of each other, forming two large human balls.

Patrick threw away the tortoise shell that had lost its magic and continued walking backwards, giving his two companions a thumbs-up as encouragement.

However, their faces were purplish-red, and they looked as if they had been squeezed out of breath by the many heavily armored warriors.

The loud laughter of the Araco Eaglemen, the aerial sentinels, came from overhead.

[Insidious scoundrel]

Their mission is to protect me, regardless of whether I live or die. Isn't that right?

The Araquo eagle asked curiously, "Why not just cast Magnetic on the city guards?"

These guys all have pretty high magic resistance. I don't want to take the risk.

Patrick answered casually, his gaze never leaving the archives behind the dock office.

[Quickly evacuate to the warehouse area]

But—how the hell is this—?

The words of the Araco Eaglemen turned into terrified screams.

Patrick's eyes widened.

He watched as the two large human-shaped spheres he had created suddenly shot upwards, like rockets, soaring straight into the sky!

He watched in disbelief as the Araquo Eaglemen, who had been hovering in the sky, suddenly transformed into a falling meteorite, crashing down with the force of a thunderbolt!

The sound of flesh striking stone was chilling.

When the smoke and dust cleared, cracks appeared in circles on the stone pavement, and at the center of the cracks was a pool of bloody, mangled flesh.

The two large groups of people and balls followed the same pattern and crashed heavily to the ground.

The ball of people fell apart on the ground, and dozens of people were thrown back by the recoil, landing haphazardly everywhere.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the mangled corpses scattered all over the dockside promenade, numbering forty or fifty in total, lying strewn about.

The next second, a furious roar resounded through the sky.

Patrick looked grimly at the end of the pier avenue across the street.

What he wanted was deterrence, but if the provocation went too far, it would be a different matter.

All the warriors of the Fiery City were enraged by the brutal scene of corpses strewn across the land.

Patrick saw beams of holy magical light rising and falling among the city guards in the square. The officers of the Bronze Dragon Paladins were sparing no expense in casting various protective spells on their warriors.

The shouts of "Avenge our comrades!" were deafening.

This time, the dragon-blooded paladin Berlik, his body shimmering with magical light, led the charge, riding a great dragon and roaring as he led the way. Behind him surged a mighty army of warriors!

Seeing the numerous enemies charging towards him with reckless abandon, Patrick knew he couldn't reach the warehouse district on foot.

He slumped his shoulders, sighed dejectedly, and placed his hand on Tusu's shoulder.

The next instant, an air vortex of "Anywhere Door" magic appeared behind the two. At the center of the vortex was another scene—the very heart of the warehouse district. Patrick and Tusu stepped into the "Anywhere Door," and were teleported away.

Before leaving, he took one last, deep look in the direction of the archives.

In the pitch-black archives, the six-armed snake demon, disguised as Squad Leader El, silently lowered his fingers.

The door to the archives room had been ajar at some point. Through this crack and the large office window, one could see the entire view of the dockside promenade outside.

Outside the window, a large contingent of the city guard roared past. Fueled by vengeful fury, the warriors, led by the dragon paladin Berlik, charged straight towards the warehouse district along the dock road.

Its emerald green vertical pupils gleamed in the darkness where sunlight could not reach.

The souls of dozens of warrior professionals rushed into her body, including the Araquo Eagleman and two mercenaries.

"Anti-gravity technique".

This is a spell-like ability she plundered from her ancestor, the Temptress, using the demonic essence of the Drow. She can only use it this once more unless she hunts down other Drow or Temptresses and absorbs their demonic essence.

Enraged, Berlik rode the great thief dragon and sped to the entrance of the warehouse district.

The two iron gates were not yet closed. The mercenaries guarding the gates assumed Patrick and his party would walk along the dock road, and in order to wait for them, they closed the gates a little slowly.

However, Berlik was too lazy to open the door.

Without saying a word, he picked up the lance hanging beside the great thief dragon, laid it flat, and rammed it.

With a deafening roar, the two large iron gates of the warehouse area crashed down, burying the mercenaries responsible for closing them beneath them.

Berlik's lance was now only half-broken. Ignoring everything else, he spurred his horse and trampled over the iron gate.

Below the fallen iron gate, there were screams and groans.

Another mercenary, who had closed the gate, raised his spear to meet him. Berlik threw down his broken lance, drew his sword, parried the man's spear, and twisted it forcefully. The man was quite strong; although the spear was parried, he still held it tightly and did not let it slip from his grasp.

But Berkeley's great raptor suddenly bit him, severing half of his head.

Berlik spurred the Great Thief Dragon, shoving the man's corpse aside, and charged straight into the depths of the warehouse district.

Immediately afterwards, more great dragon riders surged in, trampling over the iron gate. Then came hundreds of city guard infantry. By the time they had all stormed into the warehouse area, all sound beneath the iron gate had ceased.

Roars and screams, the metallic clang of weapons clashing with armor, and the hiss of the Great Thief Dragon echoed throughout the warehouse district.

The mercenaries, who were lying in ambush on the rooftops of the warehouses, put up a fierce resistance by taking advantage of the terrain. They formed a fire net with their crossbows and arrows rained down on them.

However, their ambush target was a six-armed serpent demon, not paladins and city guards who outnumbered them several times over.

The cold iron arrows, specially prepared to counter the demons, had little effect on the heavy armor of the paladins and warriors. Aside from killing two great dragon thieves, they did little else.

Lana's brass demon-binding insignia, placed throughout the warehouse area to imprison demons, were mostly wasted. Only one paladin, in order to quickly deal with the ambush on the warehouse roof, summoned his paladin mount, a winged horse. However, the winged horse was bound mid-air by the brass demon-binding insignia. As a result, both horse and rider fell from mid-air, and the paladin injured his buttocks. This was the only successful outcome of the demon-binding technique passed down through generations.

Blood flowed like a river inside and outside the warehouse.

Bloodthirsty paladins and city guards dispersed, searching each warehouse one by one. They meticulously searched from the rooftops to the interiors, killing any mercenaries they encountered and taking no prisoners.