Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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“Yes, yes,” the old man said, his voice choked with emotion, “Ivy Beatrice!”

The leader of the Bronck gang asked dismissively, "That runaway rich girl?"

"Yes, yes, she has a great fortune!"

The old man said through gritted teeth, "It's the hidden wealth of the Beate family! I'm looking for Satuk; we...we want to get our hands on this money! She's the last outsider, not me!"

There was dead silence in the darkness.

Only the sharp pain in his shoulder reminded Tvordo that he was not dreaming.

After a while, the Bronco gang leader's voice rang out again: "So—"

A short scream drowned out his words, along with the sound of hurried footsteps.

Tvordo stared wide-eyed in the darkness. Although he couldn't see anything or determine where the sound was coming from, he understood that things seemed to be rapidly deteriorating in some unknown direction.

More screams, more footsteps.

The old man felt a lightness on his shoulder; the heavy hand that had inflicted pain had disappeared.

After finishing get off work in the evening, Berlik, the captain of the city guard on the seventh floor of the city of Flame Earth, led the young men of the city guard, still in full armor, to the Dragon Horn Tavern run by the halfling brothers Apryton for a drink.

At this time of day, the Dragon Horn Tavern is packed with people.

Merchants returning from sea voyages, adventurers and treasure hunters who brave the winds and waves, and these city guard members all gather here.

People toiled by the sun and fishy sea breeze at the docks and on the sea during the day, and returned from the bottom town at night to enjoy frothy quinoa and grilled ribs drizzled with sweet and sour sauce under the warm lights of the taverns.

This is one of the most popular pleasures among the residents of the seventh level of the lower city.

Berlik is the captain of the guard in the seventh level of the lower city and a mid-level dragon paladin.

He would bring people over for a drink every now and then, not only to relax but also to maintain order in the lower town and to see if there were any suspicious new faces in the tavern.

After all, this is the seventh level of the lower city, an area adjacent to the bottom city, and also a region where free people of the City of Flame Earth gather.

Paladin squad leader El recently notified all the city guard captains in the lower and bottom cities to be on the lookout for demons, so Berlik has been patrolling the tavern more frequently.

At that moment, the Dragon Guard Captain was sitting at the bar, slowly sipping his quinoa. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall, thin man in a black robe enter from outside, slip along the wall to a corner of the tavern, and sit behind an empty table.

Berlik patted Chuck sitting next to him without making a sound, gesturing for Chuck to look at the man in black.

The man in the black robe sitting behind the empty table was completely shrouded in a long black robe from head to toe, making it impossible to discern his race or gender. He neither ordered wine nor food, but simply sat quietly behind the empty table, seemingly carefully observing everyone in the tavern from beneath the hood of his black robe.

Chuck, Berlik's younger brother, was also a dragon-blooded paladin and the vice-captain of the Lower City Guard. He immediately understood his brother's hint and, feigning drunkenness, carried over the quinoa.

Berlik smiled and, before his brother reached the table of the men in black robes, took a large gulp of wine. This was their usual method of investigating suspicious targets: sending a team member disguised as a drunkard to approach the target, then suddenly staggering over and tearing off the target's disguise.

Let's finish this drink first, and then we'll take a good look at who this pretentious fellow really is.

That's what Berlick thought.

However, just as he was engrossed in drinking, everything changed.

A piercing scream echoed through the Dragon Horn Tavern, almost rupturing Berlik's eardrums.

Berlik, startled, lifted his bronze dragon-like head from his glass, quinoa foam still clinging to the spiky protrusions at the corners of his mouth. He looked toward the source of the scream, his yellow vertical pupils contracting sharply, almost shrinking to slits.

Blood was flowing everywhere under the table of the man in the black robe.

The younger brother's strong body collapsed onto the empty table of the man in black robes, but he was headless!

Berlik's eyes widened in horror, and the wine he drank turned into cold sweat.

He immediately jumped up and reached for his sword.

However, the tavern was packed with people at that time, and upon discovering the death, everyone rushed out. Burlick was caught in the crowd and for a moment had no chance to draw his sword.

A surge of magical energy emanated from the direction of the man in black robes.

The bloodline of the Bronze Dragon grants Berlik an extremely keen sense of danger. In the blink of an eye, he raised his hand to brace himself against the bar in front of him, and with a swift movement, he rolled over and hid behind the bar, facing the halfling bartender who was also huddled there.

Before he could say anything to the bartender, a lone eyeball suddenly fell from the sky and landed right in his glass. Then he saw spurting blood splatter onto the tavern ceiling and the wall of glasses behind the bar.

Countless screams, cries, dying groans, and low, faint buzzing sounds filled the air.

The dragon-blooded paladin tilted his head back and cautiously glanced outside through the gap in the bar.

In the tavern lobby, apart from the black-robed man standing quietly in the corner, there was no one else standing.

Everywhere there were severed limbs and people groaning as they died.

In the blink of an eye, this place had become a sea of ​​blood and hell.

However, countless fine drops of blood continued to splatter, almost painting the entire tavern.

Those were countless rotating force field blades floating in the air. They were all stained red with blood, but as they spun rapidly, they shed the bloodstains, became transparent again, and then disappeared.

Berlik then realized that he had just escaped death.

He pressed himself tightly against the inside of the bar, his heart pounding with tension, while simultaneously burning with rage.

That's a level six magic sword blade barrier!

To unleash such a devastating magic in such a confined space, there's nowhere to hide! Is this guy who's causing this massacre insane?!

Without thinking twice, he drew his longsword and pulled out the scroll of the Holy Sword Technique from the scroll pouch on the other side of his body.

Just as they were about to cast a spell on the scroll, they saw the wall filled with wine glasses in the distance suddenly collapse.

Before the smoke and dust had cleared, a dozen thin figures emerged from the hole; they turned out to be a large group of halfling assassins dressed in black.

Everyone carried a crossbow, and the arrow tips were all purplish-black from being poisoned.

No one would have guessed that the headquarters of the Bronco gang, which controls the docks of the lower city, is actually located in a small tavern on the seventh floor of the lower city.

The next second, a dense rain of arrows shot out from the hands of numerous halfling assassins, their target the man in black robes!

However, the arrows that pierced the black robe seemed to have all struck the iron armor, making clanging sounds and even sparking.

The wide, black robe, riddled with holes, was flung into the air by its owner.

Berlik's eyes widened.

Beneath the black robe was a large, pitch-black object that shimmered beautifully under the light and was slowly wriggling.

It was a huge black snake tail!

The giant python-like body unwound its layers of coils, revealing a white jade-like human body covered in self-made bronze armor at the center, and six jade arms holding swords that gradually unfolded like flowers blooming.

"demon!"

The dragon-blooded paladin cried out in alarm and fury, "Six-armed serpent demon!"

The evil, chaotic energy of the faction surged with a purplish-red aura from the six greatswords.

A sinister, demonic voice chuckled softly, vibrating in everyone's eardrums, causing dizziness, nausea, and vomiting.

"This is a message for the Bronco gang scum: You all must die. This is revenge!"

Question: How can we divert the authorities' attention and exhaust their energy so that they won't think about sealing off the warehouse?

The answer is actually quite simple.

Elsewhere, a seemingly plausible reason is fabricated to perpetrate another, even greater massacre.

Chapter 42 The Night Visitor (Part 3)

The moment the six-armed serpent demon appeared, everyone was stunned to varying degrees.

—A demon has appeared in the city of paladins?

Berlik's first reaction was to quickly scan his surroundings, looking for the person who had summoned the demon. But after looking around, he found nothing unusual.

The Bronco gang's assassins had no time to concern themselves with how the demon came to be.

They stared in disbelief at the six-armed snake demon.

Just before the arrow rain was unleashed, everyone cast a preemptive strike spell. This spell guarantees a perfect hit. Yet, despite so many poisoned arrows striking the demon, they failed to inflict the slightest damage!

They simply didn't know how to properly confront a demon.

Six gleaming greatswords were already sweeping towards them!

The half-bodied people quickly ran in all directions, trying to avoid his attack.

However, the six-armed serpent demon was tall and had long arms, and wielded a greatsword six or seven feet long. In such a confined space, no matter how they dodged, they could not escape her attack range.

The sword arrived before the upper body even moved.

In the blink of an eye, two small, thin figures screamed as they were sliced ​​into countless pieces by the cold light, falling onto the ground covered in blood and splattering everywhere.

At this moment, the giant python slid into the crowd of halflings.

The halflings screamed in despair and fought back. But arrows and daggers only left sparks on the six-armed serpent demon's body and scales.

The six-armed serpent demon remained unharmed.

The demons chuckled wildly, and a massive net of swords woven from cold light descended.

The chilling blade stirred up a new rain of blood.

Inside the bar, the dragon-blooded paladin Berlik opened a scroll, chanted an incantation, and cast "Holy Sword Technique" on his sword.

The blade of the longsword gleamed with a blue-white light in his hand. He felt a warm, comforting energy flow from the hilt to his palm, then envelop his body. Beneath him, a silver anti-evil magic circle lit up.

Without pausing, Berlik cast the "Divine Grace" spell on himself to enhance his attack power. After a moment's thought, he recited the "Majesty of the Eagle" magic incantation to boost his personal charisma—paladins, bathed in the blessings of the gods, find their personal charisma to be the source of their holy power to resist and be immune to all kinds of magic.

Having done all this, Berlik let out a long breath and stepped out from behind the bar, leaning on his longsword imbued with holy power.

In the basement of the tavern, blood reached above the ankles.

In that short time, the Broncos' assassins had dwindled to only a third of their original number. The halflings were terrified, their morale collapsed, and they fled in droves.

Berlik saw a halfling suddenly vanish. That must be "invisibility."

“Fool!” Berlick roared, “The six-armed serpent demon has the eye of true knowledge—”

Before he finished speaking, the six-armed serpent demon slashed down at the open space with his sword, and blood and internal organs spurted out of thin air. What appeared next was the half-human body that had been split in two from shoulder to waist.

Berlik also saw that the halfling closest to the six-armed serpent demon was performing a series of dazzling rolls, dodges, and maneuvers.

The short man moved with the agility of a monkey, deftly slipping out of the six-armed snake demon's sword circle, and immediately charged headlong toward the tavern's door.

However, after only two steps, the halfling suddenly shuddered and stood frozen in place.

"Mind Control—"

The halfling screamed in despair.

The next instant, two greatswords pierced the halfling's back, piercing him through and lifting him into the air.

The six-armed serpent demon swung his sword at the corpse on the blade, spun around, and hurled him like a cannonball at a pile of wine barrels stacked at the far end of the tavern.

The numerous barrels were knocked and rolled all over the ground, instantly revealing a half-man hiding behind them.

The halfling, who had been casting a spell, quickened his chanting when he noticed the six-armed serpent demon had noticed him. Countless halos of light converged before him, and a portal spell began to take shape. However, he was still a little too slow.

Berlik saw that the halfling had an expression of utter terror on his face.

A flash of cold light, and the magical energy that had just gathered vanished into thin air.

The halfling's head detached from its neck, which was spurting blood several feet high, and rolled around among the barrels with a gurgling sound.

The gleaming sword flashed and fell, slicing through and killing one person after another.

The six-armed serpent demon clearly felt that the demonic blood flowing in its veins was boiling because of the killing, but gradually losing its interest as the number of enemies decreased.

The scattered souls were continuously drawn into her nasal cavity and oral cavity, transforming into new power in the black hole-like spiritual world.

This made her sword faster and more accurate.

She was surprised to find out.

There's a reason why he was reincarnated as a demon.

She once thought that the peaceful environment of her previous life on Earth and her constant experience of failure made her want to escape reality, which was why she became addicted to games. Because in the virtual world, she could fully enjoy the fun of conquering challenges and bask in the recognition of her skills from countless netizens.

Now she realizes that this may not be the case.

At this moment, she was certain of one thing.

She simply loves excitement and challenges, she loves bloodshed and killing. She genuinely loves it!

A scarlet tongue gently licked its lips.

Its emerald green vertical pupils swept swiftly across the battlefield.