Six-Armed Serpent Demon

Page 3

Tankred gasped for breath, and in an instant, blood stained half of his body.

At that moment, the surviving soldiers nearby rushed forward, shouting. They surrounded Tanker, shields pressed together, firmly protecting their commander.

The six-armed serpent demon descended from the sky and pounced into the crowd.

The six greatswords were so tightly packed together that they resembled a net of cold light woven from the blades.

The shields shattered one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the defenses crumbled.

In less than twenty seconds, almost all of Tankred's soldiers were wiped out. Nearly half of them lay dead on the ground, while the rest lay groaning as they died, their arms severed or their torsos badly wounded by swords.

The basement was filled with a strong stench of blood.

No one noticed that the court mage of Ur, like a ghost, easily passed through the corpses and walked to the side of Herbert, who was barely recognizable as a human.

Master Ur bent down and rummaged through the meat sauce, but found nothing.

He got up, puzzled, and went to examine the stone wall again. This time he smiled with delight, and pulled a scroll of parchment soaked in blood from a crack in the wall.

Chapter 3: Would you dare answer if I called you by your real name?

The reborn six-armed serpent demon groaned comfortably, gradually regaining his senses from the carnage.

After the massacre, the surrounding area was filled with pale green smoke that embodied the souls. Although she didn't intentionally devour them, she still passively absorbed more than a dozen fresh souls.

The long-awaited fullness and satisfaction made every cell in the demon's body cheer.

Feeling the rapidly reviving magic within her, she murmured softly, "It really does feel a bit like experience points."

This other world is vastly different from my previous life; people are intimately connected with the gods. Everyone has their own guardian deity. These deities can be benevolent or malevolent. When people die, their souls are taken to their respective divine realms by the gods they worship.

Demons are the complete opposite of gods.

Demons have no faith and are enemies of the gods. They are not protectors of anyone, yet they can directly intercept souls from the hands of the gods, plundering and devouring them.

As it was now, the reborn discovered that the demonic power was flowing through the nearly dried-up blood vessels of this body. The number of souls it absorbed increased, and the speed of the power's circulation increased. In no time, it had transformed from a trickle into a raging torrent.

However, there are significant differences between souls that are forcibly seized.

Souls have all sorts of components, and the more despicable and sinful a soul is, the more nourishing it is to demons, transforming into demonic power without any hindrance.

For example, Herbert's soul, who killed his sister to prove his enlightenment, was like this, filled with jealousy, rage, sloth, and pride.

The souls of fallen soldiers are far inferior to those of Herbert.

As long as one is human, it is inevitable that one will have base thoughts, but evil thoughts and sins are two different things.

Moreover, most warriors worship Heim, the guardian god. That "loyalty" etched into their souls is like a series of indigestible stones, leaving her feeling vaguely uneasy even now.

A sinful soul...

The reborn six-armed serpent demon cast its hungry gaze toward the basement door. A trail of blood curved around the corner at the doorway and disappeared into the corridor outside.

Her eyes gleamed with a predator's light, and she extended her forked tongue, gently scraping her lips.

Slowly twisting its body, the snake swam out of the basement door, following the trail of blood on the ground.

Outside the large brass door of the circular underground chamber is a ring-shaped corridor. The walls, floors, and ceilings are made of the same material as the chamber itself—carved granite.

She followed the trail of blood and saw Tankred covered in blood.

In the previous surprise attack, the two guards who were protecting Tankred with their shields were cleaved into four pieces by her sword, shield and all.

But this guy escaped death again.

Severely wounded, he used the shield for cover and scrambled out of the basement before she could pounce on him. But by then, he was exhausted and could only use his hands and feet to climb the stairs with difficulty.

The reborn one came up behind Tankred and looked down at him with admiration as he struggled and writhed underground.

Tankred's body stiffened.

He struggled to turn over and face her.

Tankred, nicknamed "Silver Fox," was over fifty but still handsome and dashing, always considering himself extraordinary. But at this moment, he was deathly pale from blood loss. His brown and white hair was disheveled, and he was covered in blood, looking utterly wretched.

The six-armed serpent demon looked down from its high position, its emerald eyes blazing with two balls of emerald green flames.

This is the ability she awakened after absorbing enough souls—a demonic eye that can see through all truths. Wherever the eye of true knowledge reaches, nothing can hide, not even the emotions hidden in one's heart or the sins deep within one's soul.

"Spare me, don't kill me..."

Tancred, panting, said, "I didn't mean to oppose you. That mage instigated me... Noble demon, I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you and become your servant... I am the king's cousin, I will surely be of use to you..."

In a split second imperceptible to the naked eye, the reborn person's entire body stiffened.

Even though she has been reincarnated and is no longer the socially awkward gamer she was in her previous life, she still doesn't dare to talk to people.

The enemy suddenly begs for mercy, what should I do? I need help urgently, I'm waiting online.

She was completely at a loss.

So she ignored all the information in his pleas for mercy and, following a habit retained from her past life, used self-talk to mask her panic and anxiety:

"Truly, truly beautiful, a greed and envy that runs deep in the bones..."

She discovered that after consuming more souls, the sounds she made when she spoke also became more numerous: "fear, frustration, cowardice, and anger, yes, and perhaps a hint of... luck? It tastes quite good."

It tastes...it tastes really good?

Tankred trembled and curled up into a ball.

“No, no,” he said, a sudden inspiration striking him. “That’s right, you’re Eric’s concubine, so you should be considered a member of the Boto family. Now that Herbert and his sister are dead, you are the sole heir to the Boto family… I can help you inherit the Boto family’s earldom… You see, I’m useful, please spare my life…”

However, the other party didn't listen to a single word.

After talking to herself for a while, the reborn woman felt much better. Regardless of her past or present life, this trick always helped ease her embarrassment and tension.

Alright, let's get down to business.

She exhaled, raised a greatsword, and aimed it at Tankred's neck.

Kill this guy and absorb his sinful soul.

"Spare me..." Tancred stammered, "I have three wives, a son, and four daughters..."

A wave of emotion washed over the reborn man, and his arm began to feel weak.

Whether this despicable sinner spoke of advantages and disadvantages or pleaded and begged, it all went in one ear and out the other. But when he began to talk about his lover and children, she could no longer ignore him.

Tancred's pleas pulled her out of the game's immersion.

The game's immersive experience made her invincible in the basement battle, ignoring the bloodshed and effortlessly slaying all the enemies who dared to challenge her.

But now, she has to treat him as a living, breathing person.

So, how do you kill a living person who is already severely injured and can no longer harm her?

She hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly lowered her arm.

Seeing the murderous demon finally lower his greatsword, Tankred, who had escaped death, breathed a long sigh of relief and happily passed out.

So be it.

The reborn six-armed serpent demon thought silently.

Yes, no matter what she has transmigrated into now, in her previous life she was, after all, an ordinary person in a peaceful and prosperous era.

"So that's how it is. No wonder it's called the Six-Armed Serpent Demon."

The voice of the mage Ur sounded from behind her, "To actually know how to restrain the instinct to kill. Using the identity of Boto's ancestor's concubine to seize the Boto family, a brilliant plan. Just think, a demon countess, how interesting."

At some point, the court mage, whose presence was extremely low, also arrived at the entrance to the basement.

She saw the sorcerer Ur, dressed in a black velvet robe with gold thread, defiantly raising the scroll of parchment stained with Herbert's blood and flesh.

The sorcerer Ur grinned at her, revealing his white teeth: "But now, everything is mine."

She didn't understand what he meant at all.

But through her eyes of true knowledge, she could see that this person's soul was surrounded by intense greed and malice, and the heavy, solid sin had almost solidified into a tangible form.

"As expected, your real name is recorded here. I finally know the secret to Eric van Boto's power!"

The more Master Ur spoke, the more excited he became.

"Today is truly my day! Power and wealth are all mine! So be it, Six-Armed Serpent Demon Diraz, subdue the king's companion and commander Tancred as your demon servant, and inherit the Boto family as a countess... But before that, submit to me and obediently become my slave!"

The veins on the temples of the reborn six-armed serpent demon bulged.

She is indeed still a severe social anxiety sufferer, losing her ability to speak when she sees strangers. But thanks to her current body, she has learned that besides being a pushover, she can do something else with those she dislikes.

The six-armed serpent demon shrieked and pointed its sword tip at the mage Ur.

Dozens of soldiers' short swords suddenly flew from behind the mage, raining down on him like a storm of swords!

One of the six-armed serpent demon's magical abilities is telekinesis, which allows him to manipulate objects with his mind and throw them at his enemies.

Master Ur narrowed his eyes.

Just as he was about to be engulfed by the rain of swords, he raised a hand. A slightly glowing, transparent, spherical protective force field enveloped his body.

This is a fourth-circle arcane spell, the Enchanted Sphere. It's an enchanted field that cannot be broken by any external attack.

In the blink of an eye, the flying short swords fell to the ground around him with a series of crackling sounds.

However, before Mage Ur could lower his hand, a barrier composed of countless rapidly spinning transparent blades appeared out of thin air and filled the interior of the magic-sealing orb!

That was the six-armed serpent demon's signature ability: a spell-like power that summoned a wall of force field blades—Blade Barrier!

This spell-like ability is equivalent to a sixth-tier divine spell. The countless spinning blades summoned can follow the demones' gaze, appearing anywhere within a foot of them, taking any shape according to their will, and shredding their enemies!

However, in the next second, both the barrier formed by the rotating sword blades and the transparent spherical force field that isolated the inside from the outside vanished without a trace.

There was a hint of disappointment in his emerald green vertical pupils.

Just as he was about to be torn to shreds by the rotating force field blade, the mage Ur cast a high-level dispel spell to envelop himself. This sixth-circle spell removed the blade barrier, but the magic seal orb was also dispelled.

At that moment, the reborn six-armed serpent demon used the same trick again, quickly swimming up to the ceiling, wielding six cold-light greatswords, and rushing towards the mage Ur in a zigzag pattern.

"I've run out of tricks, my slave."

Master Ur smiled. His expression wasn't good, but he remained calm. "And you seem to have forgotten that your real name is now in my hands."

He ignored the six-armed serpent demon that was attacking him, opened the parchment scroll, and loudly recited a syllable as clear as a bell.

The magic contained in that syllable caused the entire basement to vibrate.

An immense force descended from the void, and the six-armed serpent demon's body, which had been poised to lunge forward with its sword raised, immediately froze in place, motionless.

"Your true name is the sum total of all your present, past, and future possibilities! It is the power you must obey!"

The mage Ur laughed and recited Diraz's true name again: "—Now I command you to submit to your true master!"

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

Six cold sword blades pierced his body and internal organs simultaneously, sending him flying into the air.

The court mage trembled violently as he was moved in front of the reborn six-armed serpent demon.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face so close to his eyes, his gaze was filled with confusion and bewilderment.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"This... I... I still have so much magic left to use... But... it's impossible, why aren't you affected...?"

His lips trembled as he stammered, "I, I... Ah, I understand, that's not your real name... You treacherous demon... So, who are you? Who are you really..."

Her emerald green vertical pupils stared at him.

She wanted to tell him that she was not that devilish concubine, Dilaz.

Since this true name represents the sum of all possibilities of the demon Diraz's present, past, and future, it certainly cannot correspond to the soul of the reincarnated human Chu Shixin, because her soul comes from another world.

Therefore, when Mage Ur recited Diraz's true name, her demonic body was bound by the name and could not move, but Chu Shixin's otherworldly soul could still move freely.

She used every ounce of her strength to exert mental control over herself.

The enormous six-armed demonic body, transformed into a cannonball by telekinesis, flew towards the court mage with unwavering force. Six swords were unleashed simultaneously, skewering the mage Ur into a meat skewer.

She wanted to tell him all of this.

However, she loses her ability to speak whenever she makes eye contact with a stranger.