Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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The sword tip rose and fell, fell and rose again.

She struggled desperately.

However, impulse gradually took over.

Finally, she screamed, and the longsword fell heavily.

The power of instinct is hard to resist.

Only by using one instinct can you suppress another.

The reborn one awakens directly within the demonic body, without the memory of this body gradually growing. However, she knows that the abyssal demons were initially nothing more than soul worms that had fallen into the bottomless abyss. The instinct to devour each other allowed them to grow stronger, evolving into various demonic forms and abilities according to their mental images.

If anything can suppress the rage and killing intent within, it is nothing more than the instinct to devour one another.

Right now there is the perfect target to devour.

The longsword cleaved open the back of the drow's white-haired head, and a purplish-black liquid filled with evil and chaos gushed from the wound.

The Drow are native otherworldly creatures, a hybrid of Drow elves and seductive demons, and powerful half-demons.

Sensing this rare aura of kindred spirits, the six-armed serpent demon trembled all over, and its desire to devour its own kind was immediately overshadowed by its thought of killing Berlik.

She reached out her hands and scooped up the half-demon's brains.

He recited dark sacred words.

Wisps of black mist rose from her palm, flowing into her mouth and nose like a soul. It was the essence of a demon, the core of an abyss.

In a daze, she seemed to see a giant demon.

It had a broad and muscular body, with two claws and two large pincers at the ends of its four arms. Its dog-like head was topped with spiraling horns and a mouthful of sword-like fangs. It was a bewitching demon, the source of the bloodline of the demonic drow.

The seductive demon turned its violet eyes toward her.

With a furious howl, the Temptress's entire body turned into black mist and vanished into nothingness.

The six-armed snake demon groaned in pleasure.

After absorbing the nutrients, she felt refreshed and regained her rationality and composure, as if she had entered a kind of...sage time.

At the same time, I was so full of energy that I couldn't even begin to describe it, and I even had a faint feeling of "overeating" in my brain.

—Is it because the experience bar is full?

Lost in thought, the reborn six-armed serpent demon noticed that the circular dark phenomenon at the center of his mental world had visibly expanded by a full circle. The demonic core hidden within the circular darkness had also recovered considerably.

She sensed that another ability of this demonic body had awakened.

He could now cast "Advanced Teleportation," but the number of times was still limited to once a day. The "Blade Barrier" was also increased from once a day to three times a day.

The strange thing is that she found that she could use the "anti-gravity spell" once more, which should be the ability of the seductive demon.

The six-armed serpent demon had a premonition that if it absorbed more demonic essence, it might plunder more of the abilities that originally belonged to other demons.

Just then, the bell hanging on the tavern door jingled, interrupting her thoughts.

The six-armed serpent demon raised its eyes and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a commoner push open the shop door and stand at the entrance, peering into the tavern. He seemed to be a regular at the Dragon Horn Tavern.

The middle-aged man looked at the screen and said, "Excuse me..."

His eyes widened, and his expression gradually turned terrified, clearly having seen the scene inside the store.

Then, he met her emerald green vertical pupils.

The middle-aged man's body was stiff, his mouth was half-open but he couldn't utter a single word, his tongue seemed to be stuck in his mouth.

The six-armed snake demon shrugged at him nonchalantly.

“I’m sorry, we’re temporarily closed for renovations,” she said.

Before she could finish speaking, the pieces of flesh and entrails that had been thrown onto the ceiling splattered down with a clattering sound, landing between her and the dumbfounded middle-aged man at the door, splashing blood half a person's height and making a splashing sound.

A few drops of blood fell onto her exquisitely beautiful face.

The black snake tail suddenly lashed out without warning, startling the middle-aged man so much that he shuddered.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the bar counter shattered.

The halfling bartender, cowering behind the bar, screamed as he was caught in a snake's tail and lifted into the air, his bones cracking and shattering.

When the six-armed serpent demon released its tail, the half-human bartender collapsed limply to the ground, no longer recognizable as human.

She turned to look at the other two halfling assassins who had been cowering in the corner. They had already slipped back into the large hole in the wall and made their escape in the chaos.

"As you can see, the illegal renovation is under rectification."

She spoke to the middle-aged man, then looked around carefully and made a mental estimate.

"It will probably take about a month to reopen."

The giant snake slithered into a hole in the wall, chasing the halfling assassin in the direction he had fled, heading towards the Bronco Gang headquarters. The middle-aged man was left alone to face the hellish scene inside the tavern.

The middle-aged man standing at the door could no longer hold on; his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Chapter 44 The Night Visitor (Part 5)

Behind the hole in the wall was a dilapidated tailor shop.

From the street, it looks like this tailor shop has been closed for who knows how long, with a wooden sign that says "For Sale" hanging on the door.

The six-armed serpent demon, wielding five swords—four of which were his own and the other a single-handed longsword which he had seized from the paladin Beric—covered his mouth and nose with his other hand to shield himself from the thick, swirling dust.

His emerald green vertical pupils swept across the area.

Inside the dark shop, a dozen or so figures stood in various poses. Each of them had a stiff expression and a blank stare; they were all lifelike mannequins. Some were dressed in display clothes, while others were naked, their wooden torsos and arms peeking out from beneath their cobweb-covered fake heads and faces.

Two trails of wet, bloody footprints stretched straight from the hole in the wall toward the back door of the tailor shop.

The six-armed serpent demon's ears twitched, and it smiled disdainfully.

The giant snake slowly slithered along the trail of bloody footprints.

Suddenly, his upper body, a demonic form, spun around.

With a flash of sword light, a naked mannequin beside him was sliced ​​in two at the chest. The mannequin lying on the ground let out a bloodcurdling scream, and from it rolled out a half-severed, half-human assassin.

Before he could write the seven "miserable" characters with his own blood, another greatsword fell vertically, piercing his heart and pinning him to the ground.

The halfling's bewildered and dazed soul had barely emerged from the corpse when it flew uncontrollably toward the six-armed serpent demon, only to be completely absorbed before it could even comprehend what was happening.

With a sweep of its enormous snake tail, it knocked all the mannequins blocking its path aside, leaving them sprawled out in a crooked and disorderly pile around it.

The six-armed serpent demon lowered its eyes and looked at the floor of the tailor shop.

Each of the floor tiles here is two feet square, covered with a thick layer of dust, except for one tile which is noticeably cleaner than the others.

With a flick of her mind, she effortlessly lifted the floor tile, revealing a dark, irregular hole underneath.

With her lightless, dark-vision ability, she could clearly see that it was a vertical shaft, large enough for one person to enter and exit. The shaft walls were rough stone and mud. Inside, there was a long wooden ladder on one side, which looked almost rotten, something from who knows how many years ago. Looking down from the wellhead, it seemed bottomless, and she had no idea where the bottom of the shaft led.

—Raphael the Devil Claw should really have been sent to scout ahead.

—If it weren't for the fact that Raphael entered the City of Flames with a false identity, and had to leave it in Fire Harbor to conceal his identity, he wouldn't have brought it with him.

—This tunnel environment, which is almost like the underground world, must make it very happy, right?

At that moment, she heard a growing commotion coming from the other side of the hole in the wall behind her.

He sheathed his four greatswords and casually plunged the paladin's sword into the half-human corpse.

The six-armed snake demon plunged headfirst into the vertical shaft.

Using all six hands, he quickly climbed vertically downwards.

The heavy tail of the giant serpent continued to crush step after step of the wooden ladder, and splinters of wood would occasionally fall into the depths of the tunnel. Before long, they reached the end of the wooden ladder. The relatively smooth shaft walls gradually transitioned into large, rough rocks, and the footholds above changed from wooden ladders to one after another man-made, bowl-sized pits.

Many horizontal holes and cracks gradually appeared on the well wall.

The six-armed serpent demon crawled downwards, reaching one hand into a man-made pit to steady herself. As she pulled her hand out to reach the next pit, she suddenly smelled a familiar scent on her fingers.

His emerald green vertical pupils narrowed.

Before she could discern the details, a flash of light suddenly appeared at the tunnel entrance above.

The six-armed serpent demon immediately shrank and hid under a protruding rock, gripping the rock wall firmly with its six arms, while its huge serpent tail burrowed into a crevice in the rock beside it.

The firelight illuminated the dark shaft and then rapidly approached.

The six-armed serpent demon clung to the stone wall, watching a torch spin and fall before its eyes, crashing against the protruding rock face. Finally, the torch fell to an unknown depth below, where it quietly went out without a sound.

"The sea is below."

A voice came from far above, buzzing and echoing in the shaft: "There was a glimmer of water before it went out."

It seems to be that annoying squad leader, El.

The six-armed serpent demon did not see the water, but it did see a hidden cave entrance near another protruding rock not far below.

Just as the torch was thrown down, she saw a glimmer of light at the entrance of the cave.

The six-armed snake demon stared intently at the entrance of the stone cave and smiled silently.

She gently rubbed her fingers together.

When the hand was pulled out of the pit, there were some fresh soil powders on the fingertips, carrying a lingering, strong fishy smell.

That was the distinctive earthy smell of Huoshaogang Wharf.

Inside the tailor shop.

Squad leader El peered into the cave entrance, watching the torch he had thrown fall into the depths of the shaft and go out silently.

“Below is the sea,” he said. “There was a shimmering light on the water before it went out.”

He stood up, turned to his subordinates and instructed them, "Alright, seal this entrance first."

"Aren't you going down to check it out, squad leader?"

The question was asked by the young paladin Juan Gillespie.

"Not now, Juan. Use your brain, don't just keep thinking about your Miss Beate."

El said, then looked closely at the broken footsteps of the wooden ladder at the entrance of the cave. "The shaft is so narrow. It's manageable for halflings, but for humans and dragons with their broad shoulders, it's difficult for even one to get in and out at a time. Besides, the wooden ladder is almost completely destroyed. With our heavy armor, how are we going to get down?"

There were also some politically incorrect things that El didn't say.

The footsteps of the wooden ladder were broken one by one, and the fractures revealed that what had just crawled in was incredibly heavy. It must have been the six-armed serpent demon. According to the demon information collected in the library, the six-armed serpent demon's giant serpent body was extremely heavy, weighing several thousand pounds. It's not surprising that it collapsed the wooden ladder.

As a paladin of the bronze dragon, now that I have learned of the demons, I should slay them even if it means going to heaven and earth.

However, the entrance to this shaft is so narrow that it's difficult for even a person to pass through. If you're inside, you can't pull out your sword at all, so how can you fight the six-armed snake demon?

He now only hoped that this demon, summoned by some unknown person as a combat assistant, would quickly roll back into that filthy, bottomless abyss after the battle.

“So let’s leave it at that for now, seal off this area. We’ll gather more people and search again tomorrow during the day,” El asked. “How’s Berlik?”

"Seriously injured, but not dead yet."

The voice of Losques-Otukan came from one side of the tavern through the hole in the wall. The dragon priest, who had rushed over, was standing in the Blood Sea Hell on the other side of the hole, looking this way, the hem of his white priest's robe stained crimson.

The bronze dragon's head in Losques showed no emotion.

"With such an evil creature appearing in his jurisdiction, he, as the captain of the city guard on this floor, cannot escape blame."

El sent Juan and the others to the back door of the tailor shop to trace the bloody footprints, then bowed to Losquez-Otucan.

El asked thoughtfully, "Did he say anything?"

"When he briefly regained consciousness, he asked who was seeking revenge against the Broncos," Loskes said. "What is the Broncos?"

"The dock gangs at Fire Harbor are quite powerful," El said.

"A dockside gang that keeps demon-born drow? In the great bronze dragon city?"

Loskes was furious.

Perhaps he had been holding back his anger for a long time, but he was only venting it now: "This is the place I'm going to pilgrimage to, squad leader!"

El walked to the hole in the wall near the tailor shop, looking across at Losques on the other side of the tavern.

"Please rest assured, I will handle it."

Loskes snorted: "I hope you keep your word."

"May I ask Berlick a few questions?"

"No, he has to go to a military court and be tried."