Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Meanwhile, on the underground sea surface below the shaft, the water rippled slightly with each breath.

Suddenly, three voices rang out simultaneously from the distant darkness.

"...Countess Boto, or Queen Samarachne?"

One of them was Patrick's voice, superimposed with two other voices. One was exceptionally cunning, the other revealed cruelty and bloodlust.

Two pairs of golden vertical pupils lit up in the darkness.

Immediately, a sinister and savage laugh echoed from the darkness. For a fleeting moment, sparks, carried by the laughter, spewed from the nostrils of the two red dragon heads, illuminating the darkness.

In the fleeting glow of the Mars, one could see a mountain-like, red-scaled, two-headed dragon slowly moving its two heads, using all four limbs, as it gradually rose to its feet in the dark forest.

The whole earth trembled as He moved.

Thunder roared from inside the belly of the two-headed dragon.

He wanted to eat.

The enormous black shadow soared into the sky, its wide wings whipping up a storm.

The next second, flames engulfed the sky!

The raging dragon roar shook the world, and the entire coastline burst into flames.

The raging flames rising from the earth reflected red onto the sea and sky, creating an atmosphere of scorching the heavens and boiling the sea.

The coastal plains and mountains have been turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Whether it was a Tyrannosaurus Rex or a ferocious tiger, all the animals were running around frantically.

Humans from indigenous tribes, or intelligent beings such as lizardmen and goblins, knelt in despair and prayed to the dark shadow in the sky.

But it was all in vain.

The soaring tyrant admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, watching all living things struggle and cry out in the flames, their skin torn and flesh ripped open, until they were charred into carbon.

Oh, He really loves his pre-meal games.

The wildfire spread rapidly, devouring all living things in the blink of an eye.

When all movement ceased within the flames, the red dragon folded its wings and landed heavily, scattering countless flying sparks.

It strolled leisurely through the sea of ​​fire, its two enormous heads following the smell of burning flesh and bones, and feasted on the still-burning flames.

Only ignorant and foolish wild beasts use their teeth and claws to hunt for food.

And He is a god who likes food that is twenty-tenths cooked.

He consumed only one-thousandth of the creatures that were burned to death.

But having the right to waste is proof of a higher life form.

Chapter 67 The Long Night Is Not Yet Over

The six-armed serpent demon, now in the guise of Ivy Beatrice, unveiled the "Meditations Scroll" covering her face for the second time, looked at the ceiling, and sighed in frustration.

It was still late at night, and she was still lying in her own bed, hugging her teddy bear as it drifted off to sleep.

Although demons can maintain their energy without sleep, feeling refreshed and unsure of what to do in the quiet of the night is quite unsettling for her.

In particular, the Mystic Eye, which had been floating in the sky with her at the dock all day, did not appear all night, which made her feel very bored.

The invisible eye that had been tracking down from the seventh level of the lower city under the identity of "Gidlartin" somehow ended up on her head again at the dock.

The tracker is quite skilled.

This led her to speculate about her situation.

But that doesn't matter.

Now, in this strange world where there are no cell phones, no tablets, and worst of all, no video games, she feels her nightlife is incredibly empty.

—There's still some time before dawn, what should we do?

—Perhaps we should teleport to the White Claw now and take a look?

The idea was rejected as soon as it came to mind.

The White Claw was right at the dock; it couldn't escape anyway. She felt it wasn't worth wasting a high-level teleportation spell on it.

Thinking it over, she simply pushed away the bear lying on her chest and got out of bed.

The demon, disguised as a young lady, walked barefoot from the bedroom to the kitchen, found a kettle and a wooden cup, poured herself half a cup of water, and just as she brought the cup to her lips, she sensed that something was wrong.

A slight noise came from behind.

She turned around abruptly and saw a tall, dark figure standing in the hallway leading to the living room, looking particularly eerie in the dead of night.

Ivy Beatrice looked at him, remaining still while holding the water glass.

The shadowy figure remained motionless.

Just then, she felt a heavy blow to the back of her head, and she collapsed limply to the ground, her hair disheveled, seemingly unconscious. The water glass slipped from her hand and rolled a long way on the ground with a clatter.

Another dark figure appeared behind her at some point.

A familiar voice came from ahead: "You're not dead, are you?"

A hand reached under her nose, carrying a pungent, fishy smell.

"Don't worry, there's still air," another familiar voice said from above.

She lay on the ground, her cheek pressed against the cold floor, and clearly felt the furious rage of the Devilclaw monster Raphael in the tunnel below. She quickly used telepathy to calm it down.

Don't move, I'm fine.

Then she felt herself being pulled up by her hair.

One of the shadowy figures was dragging her toward the living room.

As she passed the room of the two little water elemental bubbles, she heard suppressed breathing inside—Blue Bubble and Green Bubble were awake, but they were pretending to be asleep.

The familiar voice from above lowered its tone: "What about those two water elemental slaves?"

He seemed unaware that the two bubbles had woken up.

The voice in front said impatiently, "Ignore them for now."

She was dragged to the living room and placed on a chair. The two intruders then began to tie her hands and neck with rope.

The person who pulled her hair also took the opportunity to pinch her thigh hard.

This shocked and angered her, and made her feel nauseous.

Once everything was settled, she heard a "slap" and felt a heavy slap on her face, making it impossible for her to continue pretending to be unconscious.

At the same time, a beam of bright light shone on her face.

The demon, disguised as Ivy Beatrice, pretended to have just been woken up, squinting and turning her head away from the bright light, asking in a panicked tone, "Who are you?"

That familiar voice said, "Good evening, Miss Accountant."

She paused slightly, then hesitated: "Mr. Port Authority Chief Burktura?"

"Looks like you're awake."

Berktura said that he was the burly figure who had been standing in the living room hallway.

"Come and say hello to our accountant, Vice Captain."

Another familiar voice chuckled. It was the shifty-eyed deputy captain of the disciplinary squad, the one who had hit her on the back of the neck, pulled her hair, and pinched her thigh. She just couldn't remember his name.

The passerby who's about to be killed off doesn't deserve to have a name.

However, the six-armed serpent demon did not want to make a move immediately.

She tried to appear even more pitiful, making her voice and expression more lost and helpless, hoping to extract more information from the two intruders.

However, after giving it a try, she realized that she was really not cut out for acting, so she simply sat up straight in the chair.

She asked sharply, "What do you want?"

Port Authority Chief Boktura pulled up a chair for her and sat down. “That’s right, I knew you were a tough fighter.”

He looked at her coldly, all the fatigue and irritability of the day gone.

His neck stretched forward, like a snake eyeing its prey. "That's what I should be asking you. What do you want?"

"I don't understand you."

“You understand perfectly well,” said Port Commissioner Burktura. “I have no interest in riddles. What are you and that dragon-headed bastard doing here at the docks?”

She was stunned.

The next second, the vice-captain's dagger pierced her knee.

The imposter young lady screamed.

"I initially thought this was just a pointless little trick, a melodramatic spectacle of you and your ex-fiancé torturing each other. So when Squad Leader El asked me to handle you, I turned a blind eye. You see how slow I was? Even after you escalated the situation, sending Tvordo out fishing and even cramming in the former Lower City Guard captain, I still didn't realize it," Port Master Burktura said, annoyed. "Until you all gave yourselves away, one by one running into my archives. Especially you, young lady, one wasn't enough, now you're doing it a second time. Your self-inflicted injury ruse was really effective, really. I actually fucking thought you had genuine amnesia before."

He brought his face close to hers, grinning menacingly.

“What is the purpose of Otukan and El sending you here? What did you find when you checked the Salt Marsh files twice? If you don’t tell me, I’ll have the deputy captain remove your kneecaps.”

The imposter Ivy Beatrice did everything in her power to prevent the rapidly healing muscles inside her knee wound from squeezing the dagger out.

She decided to give him something drastic.

She took a deep breath: "So, you're an accomplice of those two demons?"

She heard the deputy captain beside her take a deep breath in shock, and she immediately felt relieved: she had guessed right!

Port Authority Chief Burktura leaned back in his chair, his face turning extremely grim: "Did Otukan send you to investigate? So he already knows everything?"

—He knows nothing.

She merely glanced at him with her emerald green vertical pupils and gave him a disdainful smile.

Port Authority Commissioner Burktura's voice trembled slightly: "Go on, what else do you know?"

She looked directly into his eyes and slowly said, "Dragon Madness Lock."

Port Authority Chief Boktura jumped to his feet.

He flew into a rage: "No wonder, no wonder he did that!"

The imposter Ivy Beatrice was completely bewildered, but she felt that at this moment, pretending to be in complete control and saying nothing was perhaps the best option.

So she did.

She said nothing, looking coldly at Port Authority Chief Boktura.

Port Authority Chief Boktura paced back and forth in front of her several times. He was sweating profusely and occasionally tugged at his scalp.

Suddenly he brought his face closer and grinned at her.

She smelled the stench of sulfur and dead flesh emanating from his breath. She also noticed that his features seemed to be moving, and that his skin was faintly covered with dirty green and purplish-black scales.

“You and Tevodo are the real people who handled the Salt Marsh files.”

"That's for sure," the imposter Ivy Beatrice said.

"It was you who concealed the information about the White Claw. And only you could have used your position as the port master to smuggle Dragon Mad Lock and the Demon into Fire Harbor undetected using a fishing boat!"

Port Authority Chief Boktura glared at her menacingly.

He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. His tongue was a dirty green and forked color, the bloodline of a demon from a lower plane.

She smiled at his expression, a look of understanding flashing in her eyes.

“Actually, I happen to have a pretty good grasp of demonic knowledge,” she said. “Just now I remembered that the names and numbers in the dossiers you and Tvordo meticulously compiled clearly reveal the identity of the master you serve. You pay homage to him at all times; you’re truly loyal. Um—”

"Shut up!"

Port Authority Chief Boktura roared furiously.

“I must admit, you’re incredibly lucky, Ivy Beatrice,” he said, regaining his composure. “But it doesn’t matter. If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time. Ador couldn’t kill you, but this time I’ll watch you breathe your last!”

He straightened up, raised his hand, pointed to his neck with one finger, and made a throat-slitting gesture to the deputy team leader.

The imposter Ivy Beate saw that the vice-captain neither bent down nor leaned forward, but his arm reached out from beside him, winding like a snake.

A sharp pain shot through his knee, and he realized the dagger had already been pulled out.

But she could see clearly that what was holding the dagger hilt was not a human hand, but a soft tentacle!

The next second, a gleaming dagger flashed in the darkness, aiming for her throat.