"So, Lucius, can you still see yourself? Can you still see yourself in the past? You once told me that you will be proud of the pride of a swordsman for your whole life, so what about your pride? Do you know what you have become?"
Suddenly, the opponent's sword moved away and came to Lucius. The shining Chanabal saber, once the pride of the Third Legion, had been abandoned by Lucius for a long time.
At this moment it was right in front of him, and the smooth sword body was like a mirror. In the past, he did indeed often use swords as mirrors.
Lucius, who subconsciously raised his head, immediately saw himself. His scarred face was only fear, anxiety, and decadence.
Is this what he became?
What has he become?
Thieves, monsters, addicts?
Since he chose this path, he seemed to feel nothing. He could only eliminate pain in the slaves and toys so that he could have a moment of consciousness. But even these feelings were short-lived, he had already fallen into great decline.
At some point, he was frightened by his former appearance.
"You are just a slave who can't even decide on death. You are no longer worthy of calling him a swordsman, Lucius."
"I--"
Suddenly, Lucius's face muscles twitched, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, sometimes angry, sometimes hating, and at the same time, the surrounding air began to become colder, and the succubus' singing gradually became louder.
Amnak snorted coldly, suddenly raised Chanabal's saber and pierced Lucius from behind, nailing the whole thing to the ground.
Lucius didn't even make a scream, as if he was in an unconscious state of madness, as if he was living specimens of insects nailed to wooden boards, constantly waving his hands and feet.
"You play too much, the master will be angry, Amnak...I love."
A voice sounded in the darkness, soft and soothing and charming, but it seemed to be the most beautiful fairy music in the world.
Holding Chanabal's saber, Amnak slowly turned around, and the bodies of the dead around him began to wriggle on their own, including the pieces and organs they spilled out, like abominable worms, crawling on the ground and gathering towards a place.
The escaped succubus also began to return again. This time, they used the wet pieces of meat as the stage and danced ballets that symbolized pain and torture, combining ultimate beauty and debauchery, and chanting songs formed by millions of languages.
Gradually, the fragments and organs began to condense, gradually showing a huge outline.
Her upper body is so plump, soft and agile. Her dirty and dirty skin is lilac and has rows of unbearable feminine organs (ahem, just know what it is). There are only a few gold chains and silk on it. Her facial features seem to be female, beautiful and delicate. She has large pieces of tendrils on her scalp, like a venomous snake nest, and there are six arms on each side of her body, each holding something like a spindle.
Her lower body was extremely strange, with a snake-shaped body and a scale like a human face, but at the same time, she also had countless attachments like some kind of arthropod - but those were not feet, but pairs of extremely soft little hands.
With its appearance, the entire space was dyed with an indulgent color, and even the physical structure of the bridge was changed. Part of the ground sank, showing a deep well with a ring-mounted staircase, with golden spiral patterns on the surface, and the body of an indescribable object rose from this gold color, wearing jewelry and gorgeous clothes.
Each of them held a musical instrument, including a harp, horn, and drum, and then played music that could not be described in words in unison. If a normal person heard it, he would sink in a moment.
But there are no normal people here.
Only the former chief Amnak of the evil spirit, and—
One of the evil spirit's dark pet concubines, the evil weaver girl Teorti.
"I love, I am so heartbroken during the period you left--"
While making a very sad sound, Teoti gently stroked the bloody body with his hands, then looked at the part of his slender fingertips still wiggling his intestines. He cut it off with a slight stroke of his sharp nails and threw it aside.
"It's broken~"
"You're finally here, this stage is specially built for you."
"Ah~ I knew you were still thinking about me, but human. If it weren't for you, I would never have set foot on such vulgarity, and I wouldn't have used these soulless rotten flesh as a medium for the arrival of the world. Look, how much I love you, I miss the days when we were lingering with each other so much. Your overwhelming male can awaken the deepest female in my life every time~ Oh, come back~ You have seen enough of the flower world outside, haven't you?"
With a sneer, Amnak took off his helmet and revealed a cold face, his skin was slightly dark, and he could only see endless mockery through those dark eyes, and his slender white hair dispersed and draped over his shoulders as the helmet took off.
"Bitch, stop pretending. I know you betrayed me, otherwise Sally wouldn't have known my plan so soon."
Teoti covered his mouth with both hands and snickered twice, then said in a coquettish voice:
"Who told you not to bring you with me~ I must have only been able to find a way to keep you."
Then, her voice changed from a cute little girl to a gentle neutral voice.
"And the joy the master brings us is not enough? Why do you learn from that stupid guy Scarbrand? His clumsy betrayal has been laughed at until now, and you have even ridiculed it."
"The terrified flattery is called joy? I am a warrior, I am the king of hosts, and my mission is to fight, not to play the role of a clown for the unpredictable thought of being."
Teoti's inhuman face frowned in human form, and then a row of eyes grew on her face, all staring at Amnak.
"You've really changed, and since you returned from that failed battle in Terra you've got nothing right... Was it some trick from the Crystal Maze?"
Amnak raised his sword and pointed at the other party.
"So you can never understand what freedom is."
"Hehe, you are free now? Aren't you still someone's slave?"
"At least I don't need to worry now whether my performance is funny enough, whether it may anger an existence and suffer eternal curse and tease, at least... My sword is now dancing for war, not to please anyone, I am Amnak, the king of hosts, I am Akurduna, the head of two hundred swordsmen! My sword will no longer flatter any existence, it will only fight for war! Go back and tell Sally, no, I think He can hear it now, then you, remember that what I have lost and suffered, I will definitely get it back."
Teoti showed a surprised expression, and even the succubus hissed, and his face twisted into an abominable roar. Then Teoti hissed:
Chapter completed!