Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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One-eyed Chasang turned around and brandished his nine-headed whip at the blind sailors, lashing it heavily onto the deck with a "crack".

He was known for his skill and prestige. Upon hearing the sound of the Nine-Headed Whip, all the blind sailors shuddered and quickly fell silent.

“A year from now, you will see the light of day again, just like I did.”

One-Eyed Chasang revealed his true, menacing nature: "But you must obey the lady's orders. She is your and my master, our queen! Every word she says must be remembered and followed without question, without any argument or bargaining! Otherwise, I, Chasang, will personally ensure that you don't live to see that day!"

Under his guidance, the blind men quickly became organized and began to find their respective tasks. Some cleaned the deck, some went down to row the boat, and others went to repair the damage to the hull caused by the "sword-blade bulwark".

But there are some jobs that blind sailors cannot do, such as sailing and lookout.

After One-Eyed Chasan reported to his new master, Ivy-Beate assigned the two tasks to the high-spirited Blue Bubble and Green Bubble.

One-eyed Chasang asked respectfully, "Is there anything else you need, madam?"

"Move this Glendale to the captain's cabin," Ivy-Beate ordered, "then turn around and head to the site where you're salvaging the gold-bearing shipwreck, while we repair the hull."

"Yes, ma'am."

One-eyed Chasang hesitated for a moment, not leaving immediately. "What do you want to do with your trimaran, madam?"

Ivy Beatrice was taken aback.

"What else can I do?" she asked curiously. "Do you have a way to fix it?"

“On our way to the shipwreck where the treasure is hidden, about a day’s journey from here, there’s a small island,” said One-Eyed Chasan. “It used to be a port where smugglers gathered, a very prosperous cargo port that developed into a small town. Now it’s occupied by a gang of pirates. You can get supplies there, and you can also repair the hull of the Lookout, and the mast of your ship, madam.”

The Lookout was the name of this three-masted sailing ship.

“The pirate port…” Ivy-Beate murmured to herself.

She was in a daze.

Reborn as a six-armed serpent demon, she fled Samarach and headed north. She had initially chosen this location because a captive named Tancred had told her that north of Samarach was a pirate port city. She believed such a place, teeming with dragons and serpents, would be a suitable hiding place for a demon. However, upon arriving, she discovered it was actually the city of bronze dragon paladins.

She had been completely baffled by this.

It wasn't until later that she realized she had been completely misled by the guy named "Tankred".

Samarach is a landmass that originally belonged to the world of Toril. Due to an incident called the "Blue Plague" more than a decade ago, the entire region, along with its mountains and basins, was teleported to the world of Gemini, Abel.

As a result, the surrounding geography and landforms no longer match up.

Tancred only had a superficial understanding and told her about the geography around the kingdom in the world of Toril before the teleportation. The result was completely off-topic.

"What's the name of that pirate port town?"

Black Sail Town.

She was silent for a few seconds.

“Tie the trimaran to the back of this ship, and move all the luggage over here,” she instructed Raphael the Devilclaw. “Without the mast and sails, we’ll have to spend the next few days on this ship.”

Ivy Beatrice let out a long sigh, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

In less than a month since she came into this world, her life has been more intense and exciting than the previous twenty years combined.

Now that her life in the City of Flame is on track, fate has unexpectedly brought a pirate port to her doorstep.

“Let’s set sail,” she said, “to Blacksail Town.”

Chapter 96 The Secret of the True Name

The captain's cabin on the Lookout is on the second level of the bridge. Pushing open the cabin door, you'll find a soft, large bed against the bulkhead on the left and a large desk fixed to the floor on the right. The entire room is spacious, comfortable, and well-lit.

At this moment, Glendale, now a living dead, lay quietly on the desk, breathing steadily, staring blankly at the ceiling of the captain's cabin. Medusa had drawn a small mustache, a dark circle under his eyes, and two black lumps on his face, but he showed no reaction whatsoever.

Ivy Beatrice tried touching his body, and sure enough, the panel appeared.

The race marker indicates that this undead's body belongs to the dragon family, with a more specific racial classification as a half-red dragon, Grandel.

However, his name was blank, and Ivy Beatrice had expected the red dragon's long, tedious self-introduction to appear here. Furthermore, aside from claws, bites, flight, and fire breath, none of the other abilities Grendel had displayed in battle, such as ninth-circle arcane magic, were shown.

Ivy Beatrice speculated that it was probably because those abilities were all closely related to the soul, and now the red dragon's soul had perished.

A living dead being that is half red dragon and half troll.

The red dragon's modifications to Grandel were incredibly successful; his entire body was now a treasure trove. But Ivy Beate hadn't figured out what to do with this undead.

She turned her attention back to herself.

The strange phenomena in her spiritual world startled her.

The last time, all the souls absorbed were used to repair the demon's body, and the blue-purple accretion disk surrounding the mental black hole dimmed to the point of almost disappearing.

Having absorbed fragments of the Red Dragon Lord's soul twice, the accretion disk has not only regained its original form but has surpassed it. It has expanded at least tenfold, with countless points of light floating in the blue and purple gas, rotating rapidly around the psychic black hole to form a massive vortex. It resembles a miniature Milky Way.

With a thought, a point of light detached from the blue-purple accretion disk and instantly entered her brow.

Instantly, countless novel spells flooded her mind—a vast ocean of dragon magic, even legendary magic. Her limited magical knowledge was insufficient to comprehend or learn them. Then she understood: this was one of the soul energies transformed from the Red Dragon Lord's memories of his legendary magical attainments and the remnants of his soul.

Moreover, a vision appeared before Ivy Beatrice's eyes.

At that time, the red dragon had not yet grown into the massive, mountain-like form of the two-headed evil dragon, but it was already approaching the limit of its size. Beneath the steel sky, it flapped its overwhelming wings, swept across the yellow-green land below, and plunged straight into the depths of the verdant mountains.

Just then, a patch of gray-black appeared amidst the lush greenery below. It was an ancient step pyramid.

The red dragon swooped down, spewing out streams of fire, and flames and thick smoke enveloped the mountains.

Ivy Beatrice heard angry roars coming from the Step Pyramid and saw a huge serpent with shimmering scales and a pair of rainbow wings rise from the pyramid and bravely meet the red dragon, which was a hundred times larger than itself.

So Ivy Beatrice knew that it was Quetzalcoatl.

Amidst the arrogant laughter of the Red Dragon Lord, feathers and blood filled the air. The Feathered Serpent God had fallen.

A torrent of fire fell from the sky, reducing the pyramid temples to scorched earth.

The descending red dragon swept away the ruins with its tail and discovered the crypt beneath the pyramid temple. It quickly dug a large hole and found numerous obsidian tablets containing records of knowledge in the secret chamber beneath the temple.

"I've been looking for you for ages, Rainbow Waiter."

The Red Dragon King roared, “You made me waste two whole years, destroy over a hundred temples, and kill over sixty feathered serpents. Well, this legacy now belongs to me.”

The red dragon immediately began to eagerly read the ancient text on the obsidian tablet.

So Ivy Beatrice, through the red dragon's eyes, also saw the "writing" on the obsidian slab. However, these lines were more like paintings composed of various patterns than words, and she couldn't understand a single one of them.

But what appeared in his mind next was a special professional inheritance: Crimson Scale Attendant.

As is widely known, true dragons are born spellcasters.

True dragons are born sorcerers, and their magic is powerful enough to break down the barriers between arcane and divine magic. Take the red dragon as an example: although the energy it uses for casting spells is arcane, the magic they wield can be the arcane magic of wizards and sorcerers, or the divine magic of priests, and they even possess the magic of the three divine realms of evil, chaos, and fire.

Ivy Beatrice didn't know what kind of professional lineage the so-called "Rainbow Servant" was, but the "Redscale Servant" was specifically prepared for the arcane spellcaster attendants of the Red Dragon Lord.

It allows job seekers to gradually master the magic and domain power of these three divine realms, while improving their spellcasting abilities, and even eventually breaking down the barrier between arcane and divine magic, adding all priestly divine magic to their known magic memory.

This made Ivy Beatrice's heart flutter.

Choosing this profession can greatly expand the meager number of arcane spells available to the "Mortal Hunter" class.

But after thinking about it, she put the idea aside for the time being.

—With his own hidden dangers unresolved and the threats from Demogorgon and Delaz looming large, no one knows what changes might be triggered by blindly elevating his life level under these circumstances.

Ivy-Beate released the glimmer of remnant soul memory, letting it fly out from between her brows and re-enter the huge blue-purple accretion disk, where it disappeared.

She gazed at the dazzling visions of the spiritual world, her mind in a daze.

—Was the predecessor of this body, the demon concubine Diraz, also hiding in this dazzling sea of ​​stars?

The thought that one day another consciousness within her might take her place sends chills down Ivy Beatrice's spine.

Without hesitation, she consumed her soul energy, choosing to completely replace what might be the trace of Diraz, "Natural Champion," with the "Sword of Military Path."

Generic name: Ivy Beatrice (Chu Shih-hsin)

Real name:

Race: Six-armed Serpent Demon/Human

Large-sized otherworldly creatures (chaotic, interdimensional, evil)

Dual-class user: Sword of the Military Path / Mortal Hunter

Life Dice: d+d

Special attacks: ...

characteristic:…

property:…

身世

Countless sword techniques and martial arts knowledge and moves flashed through my mind.

Ivy Beatrice felt a change in every muscle and ligament within her, becoming firmer and stronger. The techniques for using various weapons, both long and short, flowed naturally through her mind, as if they were directly etched into her muscles and nerves as a form of memory.

Even her breathing pattern changed.

Demons do not need to eat or sleep, but breathing is still essential.

At this moment, Ivy Beatrice's continuous breathing seemed to transcend the boundaries of "inhale" and "exhale." She was delighted to feel this breathing technique continuously energizing her, further strengthening her muscles and enhancing her intuition, enabling her to react to any sudden attack.

She looked at Glendale lying flat on the desk. Somehow, at first glance, his muscles, internal organs, and skeletal structure appeared naturally in her mind. It was as if she could reach out and deliver a fatal blow to his body structure at any moment.

She muttered to herself, "The master butcher carving up an ox?"

The feeling of being completely in control was so strong that she almost couldn't resist drawing her sword and putting it to the test right away.

Ivy Beatrice suppressed the urge to cut and once again introspected the mental anomaly, only to find that the mental black hole and accretion disk remained unchanged.

The Red Dragon Lord's soul energy was so powerful that this slight depletion was completely imperceptible.

—Perhaps, we can go a step further?

Ivy-Beate thought about it and decided not to switch from "Mortal Hunter" to "Red Scale Servant".

The "Red Scale Attendant" class ability significantly enhances spellcasting capabilities, making it seem very powerful. As a dual-class user, pairing it with the "Sword of Military Path" should be a very suitable match.

But the name made her uncomfortable.

—What "Red Scale Attendant"? I killed your bastard master, the Red Dragon. "Attendant" my foot!

Moreover, she has never given up the idea of ​​transforming into a dragon to harvest faith.

Ivy-Beate further enhanced her "Mortal Hunter" skill. As a large amount of soul energy was consumed, the accretion disk dimmed slightly again. She raised the "Mortal Hunter" class to its peak level in one go.

Now she can freely cast all the magic of a mortal hunter.

Ivy-Beate raised her fingertips, and the gathered magic transformed into a malevolent energy that swirled around her before being absorbed into her skin. She closed her eyes and felt her skin, imbued with magical resistance, vibrating at a barely perceptible frequency, dispersing and almost completely isolating the magical particles drifting in the air.

This is a fourth-circle arcane spell for mortal hunters, called "Resistance Resonance," which makes the magic resistance of lower-plane demons even more difficult to penetrate.

Ivy Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced sideways at Glendale on the desk. If she had had that magic during the battle, being hit by "Vascular Mutation" wouldn't have mattered at all.

The rewards weren't limited to magic.

Among the other professional abilities of the Mortal Hunter, "Mortal Slash" has finally reached its maximum power; "Mortal Roar" can intimidate all mortals within a foot with a single roar. Finally, there is the long-awaited "Mortal Skin".

She can finally transform into a dragon.

Ivy-Beate opened the system panel with a smug look on her face, then stared wide-eyed at the newly appeared demonic text:

Generic name: Ivy Beatrice (Chu Shih-hsin)

Real name:

Race: Six-armed Serpent Demon/Human

Large-sized otherworldly creatures (chaotic, interdimensional, evil)

Dual Profession: Sword of the Military Way / Mortal Hunter-level Natural Champion / Mortal Hunter-level

Life Dice: d+d+d

Special attacks: ...

characteristic:…

property:…

身世

WTF?!