Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Gurulos had never seen such a terrifying fellow as that bald, scarred green-haired vagrant.

Gurulos witnessed firsthand how the six thugs attacking the Green Man homeless man could effortlessly dodge their attacks, even though the man stood in the center with uncanny foresight.

Surrounded by the crowd, he suddenly disappeared, dodging all attacks, and then reappeared on the same spot, reaching out to hook the clothes of two thugs.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the two men aside, and they vanished without a trace!

"Time jump, that's a time jump!"

Gurulos's bodyguard, a Duskblade user, cried out in alarm at the sight, "Psionic Monk! That guy's a Psionic Monk! Run, run!"

Before he finished speaking, the green-clad homeless man's fists and feet moved like the wind. He broke one person's neck with one punch, tore another person's jaw with another, turned his fist into a claw, pulled out the person's jawbone, used it as a dagger, turned around and stabbed it into the temple of the third person, leaned back and slapped the fourth person's face with a palm, flattening his face like a piece of cardboard!

In the blink of an eye, two people disappeared and four people died.

Gurulos saw that the guy's face was covered in blood spots, and he grinned at him with his head tilted. Then he lightly leaped over as if he had no weight at all, turning into a wisp of wind!

The bodyguard drew his sword and stepped forward to fight.

Gurulos turned and ran.

The cold glint of the sword blade and the halo of magic bloomed continuously behind him.

Gurulos turned his head slightly and caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye that the guy had smashed his deputy's head into his skull with just one punch!

The two men who had just disappeared reappeared and were punched one by one by the Green Man homeless man, their brains splattering everywhere.

Gurulos charged headlong into the nearest bronze dragon temple.

He is of bad blood, but he is also a dragon. He can freely come and go from every bronze dragon temple in every district of the City of Flame. And now is the time for believers to worship, so even if that guy is audacious, he wouldn't dare to rush into the temple and cause trouble at this time.

He never expected that the green-clad vagrant would just barge in so brazenly, and start killing people, beginning with the dragon priest who presided over the temple!

Taking advantage of the chaos, Gurulos hid in a hidden space within the church wall.

This is a secret known only to the dragon race.

In the darkness, he retrieved the communication crystal ball and desperately called the only person who could possibly save his life.

But there has been no response.

Suddenly, he heard a heavy body slam into the wall, so hard that several bricks were dented.

Outside, all was deathly silent; everyone inside the temple was dead.

The dust that was shaken off fell all over Gululos's body and head, making his nose itch.

Without hesitation, Gurulos plunged his knife into his thigh and twisted it forcefully. He was in excruciating pain, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but he managed to distract himself and suppress the urge to sneeze.

He looked up in despair, as if something above could pull him up and carry him away from his misery.

But all that could be seen was a bottomless darkness.

Chapter 99 Black Sail Governor

The communication crystal ball had neither a message function nor a caller ID function. So when Ivy Beatrice returned to the captain's cabin, she went about her own business.

She put on six gloves and stood for the Nth time in front of Glendale, the living dead lying flat on the captain's desk.

As usual, she used one hand to hold a knife and slice open the skin of Grendel's chest, then switched to her other hand and used a small axe to split open his sternum; then her other two hands roughly broke the sternum, exposing his heart and lungs beneath. During this process, a fifth hand used a clean cotton cloth to continuously wipe away and absorb the gushing blood, squeezing it all into a small bottle. Grendel was a descendant of trolls, and his blood was also troll blood, though diluted, it could still be used directly as a healing potion, and couldn't be wasted.

This time, she used her sixth hand to probe the incision, rummaging between the lungs and heart for a while, and successfully felt a faintly warm, fiery red sac-like tissue. This was precisely the target of her surgery: the breath reservoir, the organ from which dragons generate their breath.

Ivy-Beate deftly cleared the obstacles, removed her breath pouch, and took it out, just like a hardworking farmer harvesting.

Not long after she finished, the organs that had been removed from Glendale's chest began to regrow. Before long, the sternum and the cut skin and muscles would also heal on their own.

Its emerald green vertical pupils stared at the breath storage pouch in its palm; it was time to test its new idea.

While sunbathing, Ivy Beatrice had an idea.

Grendel himself did not possess the ability to breathe fire. The reason he could breathe fire was because the red dragon's own soul and magic altered him, causing dragon organs that did not belong to Grendel's race to grow within him. In other words, the breath reservoir within him belonged to the red dragon, not to Grendel.

—So, if I use this piece of flesh, made from pure dragon organs, as a medium to perform the "mortal body" technique, could I transform into a dragon... a red dragon?

Ivy Beatrice held the breath pouch, calmly using her internal magic to communicate with every cell and tissue of the flesh in her hands.

She then activated her "mortal body".

The bones of the six-armed serpent demon creaked as four of its six arms retracted into its body. Its massive form began to shrink, its face elongating, and red scales emerged from its skin, covering its head and face…

A few seconds later, Glendale, covered in red scales and with wings on his back, stood in front of the desk with a gloomy expression, replacing the six-armed serpent demon. He looked down at the undead lying on the desk, who looked exactly like him.

The "mortal body" did not transform Ivy Beatrice into a red dragon, but only into a half-red dragon named Glendale.

Frustrated, she reverted to her original form as a six-armed serpent demon.

To be honest, it's not impossible for someone who's really determined to become a red dragon.

However, there is a limitation to using the "mortal skin": if the source of flesh and blood is not the same as the type of creature to be transformed, the transformation time of the "mortal skin" will be greatly shortened.

Ivy Beatrice estimated that if she didn't use the red dragon's flesh to activate her "mortal form" to transform into a red dragon, she could only last a few minutes before automatically reverting to her original form.

She sighed, put the fleshy pouch from the breath reservoir into a glass bottle for preserving biological tissue, labeled it, and placed it on the shelf.

Looking at the many bottles, she suddenly had a brilliant idea: if she transplanted this fleshy sac into someone else, would the transplanted creature have the fiery breath of a red dragon?

She turned her gaze to the bear that was engrossed in chewing on the floor.

The previous times she performed organ removal surgery on Glendale, the bear who sneaked into the captain's cabin secretly pulled out Glendale's internal organs and ate them.

Ivy Beatrice noticed that Glendale's internal organs regenerated quite quickly, so instead of paying attention to it, she often casually cut off the obstructive parts and threw them at it. For example, when removing the breath sac today, the upper lung lobe was always in the way, requiring a hand to hold it up.

What a load of crap! The otherworldly surgeon Ivy Beatrice cleanly and efficiently slashed off half a lung and fed it to the bear.

I have to say, performing surgery on people in this magical other world is incredibly satisfying.

Gugu Bear was happily feasting under the desk when it suddenly noticed Ivy Beatrice watching it. And her gaze was completely different this time; it was almost the same look it gave before cutting Glendale, carefully considering where to make the best cut.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Gu Xiong has no special skills; he is extremely alert. He immediately made a "gu gu" sound and jumped up, trying to run away.

But the next second, Gu Xiong floated up from the ground, hovering in mid-air like a balloon, and moved in front of Ivy-Beate.

The owl bear cub, suffering from "mind control," stared wide-eyed in terror, its limbs flailing frantically in the air, its "coo-coo" turning into a piercing screech.

Seeing the little foodie looking so pitiful, Ivy Beatrice sighed regretfully and abandoned the idea that had just crossed her mind.

"You know what, you silly goose."

She took down the glass bottle containing the breath reservoir and held it up to show it, "Look, look, you've missed out on at least 105 million gold coins. This thing is worth 50,000, but my craftsmanship is worth 100 million."

Gu Xiong didn't care what she was saying.

As soon as the "mind control" was released, it landed on its four paws and immediately fled the captain's cabin without looking back, not only leaving a trail of urine but also nearly knocking over Chasan, the lizardman who came to knock on the door.

“We’ve arrived at Black Sail Town,” Chasang said respectfully, “Your Excellency.”

When the six-armed serpent demon swaggered onto the wooden dock, it caused a commotion, and even those who had come to collect dock taxes ran away.

Ivy-Beate looked around and asked Chasang, the lizardman who was half a step behind her, with a puzzled look, "Is this Black Sails Town?"

"Yes, esteemed mistress."

Ivy Beatrice's only feeling at that moment was disappointment.

Her first impression of the pirate port came from the movie "Pirates of the Caribbean" she had seen in her previous life, specifically the Shipwreck Cove, the meeting place of many pirate lords. The bizarre fortresses built from countless ships, and the dazzling lights, had once deeply fascinated her.

But what appears before us now is just a simple, rough little dock on the edge of a primitive jungle island.

Under the scorching sun, the already pitifully small dock was deserted, and now that she had appeared, they all ran away.

A few speedboats were scattered around the three-masted sailing ships and trimarans, their worn flags drooping lazily on their masts, their colors indistinguishable.

Not far from the pier, to the left are jagged cliffs with craggy rocks, and the faint sounds of monkeys and wild animals can be heard coming from the dense mountain forest. To the right is a lush mangrove forest, with countless water birds flying to and fro above it.

Chasan, the lizard man, pointed in the direction the dirt road along the dock stretched out.

“Madam, that is Black Sail Town.”

Ivy Beatrice looked in the direction of his arm; the primeval jungle ahead was a vibrant green. In the distance, she could vaguely make out many gray-yellow buildings, partially obscured.

The six-armed serpent demon's eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people. He saw that the buildings were all round pavilions of various sizes, with stone bricks and stones forming the foundations. Logs stood upright on the stone foundations, and thick thatch covered the tops.

The elementalist's eyesight is also quite good; he could see the two little bubbles clearly.

"This looks like a fishing village..."

Blue Bubble hesitated before saying, "It's still in our tribe's style..."

Ivy Beate casually asked, "Is this a fishing village of water elementals?"

"Ah."

The two little bubbles nodded vigorously together.

Ivy Beate asked Chasang, "Didn't you say this place is full of pirates? Are all these water elementals pirates?"

"The water elemental villagers were all killed long ago. It's just an empty village now occupied by pirates."

Before the lizardman Chasang could answer, Medusa's sister Steo interjected, "Ever since the dragon lords of the coastal city-states killed the Dawn Titan who ruled the sea, fearing that they might one day be resurrected with the help of their followers, they sent troops to clear out all the islands at sea, exterminated all the elemental races, and even kidnapped the children to be enslaved."

The snakes on her head, resembling a punk rocker, intertwined and wove into the shape of a wide-brimmed hat, shielding her from the scorching sun.

Ivy Beatrice glanced at the two little bubbles. Their faces were deathly pale, and tears welled in their eyes. She could sense the deep fear and dread emanating from them.

“I’ve been to this island before. This place must have been slain by the Bronze Dragon Paladin more than forty years ago.”

Stewart clicked his tongue as he watched:

"The Northern Legion of their City of Flame was established specifically for this purpose. When it was first established, it was called the Heretic Punishment Corps, but everyone called it the Women and Children Killer Corps."

"The Northern Army massacred at least thirty small islands."

"They slaughtered all the elemental villagers, turned the fishing village into a military post, and monitored the movements at sea. Later, they went to war with the Red Dragon Lord in the north of the sea and with the Golden Dragon in the west of the City of Flame. Their troops were constantly being drawn away, and when there were no more people, the maritime military posts were abandoned."

Ivy Beatrice said, "Is that so?"

Chasan, the lizard man, scratched his head, which was covered in bumpy scales.

"My esteemed mistress, I do not know."

Chasang said, “I’m twenty-three years old this year. When I was born, this place was already a camp for smugglers and pirates. The islands with villages are all islands with very advantageous geographical conditions. The harbor of this island has a deep draft and the ocean currents are intertwined, making it convenient to sail in any direction. There are also large timbers and fresh water in the mountains of the island, which can be used to repair and even build ships. So later, I don’t know when, several gangs of pirates joined forces and established Black Sail Town here. Look.”

The lizardman pointed higher into the mountains and forests.

Ivy Beatrice looked up and saw a solitary, dilapidated, iron-gray stone tower standing there. From below, it was almost the same color as the steel sky. No wonder she hadn't noticed it at first glance.

"The Black Sail Governor who rules this island lives there."

Chapter 100 Pass

Ivy Beatrice glanced at the stone tower, then looked away dismissively. She had no interest in this so-called Black Sail Governor; repairing the ship and retrieving the Red Dragon Lord's head was the real priority.

She casually asked, "Isn't the power of paladins derived from kindness and virtue? Doing this seriously deviates from the doctrines of paladins, won't their power be stripped away?"

"Oh my god, sister, who fed you all this nonsense? Is it your demon lord? I feel like you're more righteous than a paladin," Steo looked at her strangely. "Let me ask you, since a paladin's power comes from faith, from the gift of the gods, then who takes away a paladin's power?"

"…god."

“The Dragon Lord is their god,” Steo said. “To give you an example, if your underlings are working day and night to cut down your enemy’s lackeys, why would you strip them of their power? Are you out of your mind?”

"but…"

“I know, I know,” Steo said. “Killing women and children does indeed go against the doctrines of justice and love, but weren’t those doctrines made by the dragons? Aren’t the scope of those doctrines only for the dragon lords’ own people? Would they possibly go after the dragons’ enemies?”

She chuckled, "I had no idea that you, sister, such a devil, were so equal and loving."

Ivy Beatrice shrugged.

"It seems I overestimated their moral standards." Indeed, one cannot use the level of civilization of Earth from my previous life to judge a different world whose thinking is still stuck in the Middle Ages.

Steo suddenly realized.

"I get it, I get it," Medusa said, slamming her fist into her hand. "Oh my god, sister, a high-level demon like you must have been to many other worlds, right?"

Ivy Beatrice was caught off guard: "Uh..."

“I’ve heard,” Steo said with longing, “that in many worlds, the gods are incredibly powerful, ruling over many countries and having many followers across borders. You’ve probably been to such places, which is why you have this misunderstanding. Oh, I really want to go and see for myself.”

“Uh, yes,” Ivy-Beate said nostalgically, “that world mainly had three pantheon systems… cough, why do you say there’s such a misunderstanding?”

Steo said matter-of-factly, "Because the world of Abel doesn't have such a powerful universal god. The dragon lords are living gods of their own city-states, and the Dawn Titans are just elemental gods. Their kindness and justice are naturally only used to protect their own people."

"The Bronze Dragon is already a pretty good dragon lord god. I've been to the City of Flame, where order is excellent and most people live well. The priests provide free medical consultations to the entire city three times a year. The city is well-ordered, with complete laws, and it's very prosperous. Even the city-states ruled by the Golden Dragon in the west are not as good as it. And those colorful dragon lords on the north coast of the sea are even more terrifying."

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and involuntarily shuddered, forcing a big smile: "But with someone like you over there, you'll probably thrive."

Ivy Beatrice remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she suddenly realized what was going on.