Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Along with a thick trail of blood, large clumps of blood fell to the ground, piling up limply in the corner. A few pieces of Herbert remained stubbornly stuck in the cracks of the stone wall, impossible to pry off.

The fresh smell of blood aroused the creatures in the cages not far away, making their cries even more piercing.

Upon witnessing this scene, the once tight human wall loosened, and sobs and vomiting could be heard from within the ranks.

However, the six-armed serpent demon reborn showed no intention of attacking; her attention was not on them at all.

At the very moment the life signs of the lump of meat sauce in the corner disappeared, she saw a pale green humanoid figure emerge from above the meat sauce in the corner, looking around in great confusion.

Looking at the face of the humanoid phantom, it turned out to be Herbert van Boto.

"soul?"

She spoke softly to herself.

Just then, Herbert, who appeared to be a spirit, turned and their eyes met.

The next instant, Herbert's expression changed from confusion to terror, his features twitching uncontrollably. Then it dissipated into a shimmering cloud of smoke, rushing towards her mouth and nose.

She instinctively took a breath, inhaling all the smoke.

The moment the soul smoke was inhaled into her nasal cavity, her eyes widened, and an unimaginable sense of pleasure seemed to permeate every cell in her body.

For a moment, the reborn were intoxicated, their enormous demonic bodies swaying gracefully.

The soldiers forming the shield wall on the opposite side were horrified to see that the lower half of the female demon's snake body remained coiled in place, while her six-armed human body, nearly three meters tall, began to sway from side to side in an incredibly bizarre trajectory, as if she might pounce at any moment.

Suddenly, a man dropped his shield and short sword, screamed in terror, and turned to run towards the basement door. He had only taken a couple of steps when he was struck down by a sword.

"Hold on!"

Tankred's resolute voice had a calming power: "Hold on! If you don't want to die, don't drop your shields, and don't turn your backs to this monster! Fight to the death! Hold the shield wall!"

As he spoke, he cautiously retreated, hiding himself behind the shield wall.

The six-armed serpent demon's emerald-like eyes glanced sideways at the numerous humans opposite it, its vertical gaze alternating between struggle and greed.

At this moment, the hunger following the pleasure almost overwhelmed everything, driving her to the brink of madness.

Demons do not feed on mortal food, but rather consume souls, transforming them into the magical power needed to drive their bodies. Herbert's barren and weak soul was the only meal this demonic body had consumed in the past eight hundred years.

Perhaps this is the second meal. She thought. Her sister, sacrificed in blood, was the first meal.

But it still wasn't enough to even fill a gap between her teeth.

The six-armed serpent demon gently moved its fingers and palms, and under the tense and fearful gazes of the people opposite, six fine steel greatswords with blades two meters long appeared from the void, each held in one of its six slender and beautiful snow-white hands.

She stared at them, making no attempt to hide the malice in her blue eyes.

The demon's brain was constantly churning with countless violent thoughts, screaming for her to kill them all and devour their souls.

Tankred swallowed hard; his silk shirt, covered by armor, was soaked with cold sweat.

He saw the six-armed female demon opposite him smiling maliciously, effortlessly wielding the six greatswords that could only be lifted by an ordinary person's two hands, manipulating them to spin like windmills.

The sword light whipped up a terrifyingly cold wind that lashed against his face, making it hard for him to breathe.

Seeing this, the commander, the "King's Companion," felt weak all over, and the short sword and shield in his hands seemed to weigh a ton, making it almost impossible for him to maintain his stance.

He knew he was going to die here.

All his thoughts and calculations flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

How did something that should have been a simple matter turn out like this?

The Boto family has fallen on hard times, with no one becoming a demon slayer for two consecutive generations.

This aroused the covetousness of Tancred, the king's cousin and commander of the Royal Guard, "The King's Companion".

Arranging a marriage between his daughter and Herbert was one step in the overall plan, as was seizing the inaugural scroll.

Tancred didn't care that his son didn't become a demon wielder.

The job-appointment scroll is already in my hands. Whether my son will actually become a demon slayer is entirely up to me. Then I can rightfully inherit the earldom that rightfully belongs to the Boto family.

Only if one condition is met: the Boto family has no heirs.

When Tancred left home early in the morning, he was still full of confidence, planning that as long as he took a few dozen trusted men, he could get rid of his son-in-law Herbert and Herbert's sister, and then find some crime to pin on Herbert. He could then use his daughter's marriage to openly and legitimately seize the Boto family's property and fiefdom.

But now, damn it, I'm not reconciled—

Before Tancred could finish the mental replay, a heavenly rebuke rang in his ears:

"Get out of here."

A unique harmonizing voice echoed in the cramped basement. The reborn soul's reason, rooted in its past life as a human, finally suppressed the desires of its present-day demonic body. "Or die."

Upon hearing this, all the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

However, they were too quick to celebrate.

No sooner had the six-armed serpent demon finished speaking than Tankred roared hoarsely, "Attack! Kill that bastard!"

The soldiers had only exhaled half their breaths when they fell into a sudden, deathly silence, as if a sword had been slashed across their throats.

The female demon stared in surprise at her emerald green vertical pupils.

Rewind two seconds.

The six-armed serpent demon's shout of "Get out of here!" brought a sense of relief to everyone. Just as Tankred was about to order a retreat, a familiar whisper resonated in his mind—a magical effect:

—General Tanker.

The one who sent the telepathic message to Tancred was the court mage Ur.

—I can capture this six-armed snake demon.

Tancred's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't turn around.

He asked the monk Ur directly:

What do you need me to do?

Hearing that Tancred accurately grasped the key point pleased the mage Ur.

—Keep her occupied. General, have your men distract her. Leave the rest to me.

Tancred was sweating profusely.

—You might as well just tell me to die!

The sorcerer Ur seemed to have noticed his predicament.

Don't worry, she has just woken up and is very weak.

Are you sure?

—She has no magical aura.

From the moment he saw the six-armed serpent demon, the sorcerer Ur had been silently observing her.

Based on his understanding of demons, a high-level demon like the Six-Armed Serpent Demon possesses at least several magical enhancements, such as True Knowledge and Evil Aura.

However, the female demon in front of them showed no magical aura whatsoever; she only possessed physical advantages.

He concluded that this was because she had been imprisoned for too long and her magic had not yet recovered.

In other words, this high-level demon is at its weakest moment.

—Real name.

"That's what the monk Ur said. He looked at her greedily."

The six-armed serpent demon's physiological structure differs from that of humans. Except for the hair on her head, her magnificent upper body has no pores or sweat glands.

The dim candlelight in the basement cast a soft glow on the enormous body, making it appear even more firm, delicate, smooth, and lustrous, like a living white jade sculpture.

Tankred was confused.

--What?

—It's difficult for me to explain magic to you in a short time.

The mage Ur was getting impatient.

—Just remember, have your men restrain her. I'll get her real name. Then we'll win.

The only way to completely control a demon is through her true name.

A demon's true name is the ultimate, linguistic representation of it; it is the sum of all a demon's present, past, and future possibilities. Once other beings learn a demon's true name, they become that demon's master and can command it to do anything.

The fact that Eric, the ancestor of the Boto family, was able to tame this six-armed serpent demon and pass on the means to command her to his descendants suggests that it could not be anything other than her true name.

Since entering the basement, the mage Ur had been keeping an eye on Herbert, and thus noticed Herbert's subtle movements before his death.

After realizing the demon was out of control, Herbert tried to pull something out of his inner jacket pocket. But before he could do anything, the demon killed him.

This made Master Ur feel both nervous and excited.

As a court mage, he had long ago read the records about the demon concubines of the Boto family. If he hadn't had the opportunity to obtain this high-ranking demon, why would he have taken Herbert's sister as a magic apprentice, and why would he have gone on this trip with Tankred?

He stared at the meat sauce that had once been called Herbert, and unleashed his trump card into Tankred's heart:

—If this devil gets away, I will suggest that His Majesty the King confiscate the Boto family's property and return it to the royal family... You don't want all these years of planning to come to nothing, do you, General Tancred?

Tancred gritted his teeth, cursing the damned court mage in his heart. But the mage Ur's words undoubtedly struck a nerve.

He practically roared, "Attack! Kill that bastard!"

The soldiers behind the shield wall were all stunned for a moment.

"Damn it! Follow orders! You are the king's companions!"

Tancred almost dared not look up at his subordinates, focusing only on roaring at the six-armed serpent demon: "For the King! Shield Wall, forward!"

Seeing the soldiers opposite unleash desperate yet fearless battle cries, raising their shields to form a dense formation and jogging towards them.

The reborn's eyes turned cold.

"So, are we still going to make a side-scrolling action game?"

She muttered words no one could understand, stretched out her six long arms, and yawned all at once. The tips of the six greatswords pierced the basement ceiling almost simultaneously.

The next second, the giant snake moved, swimming swiftly in a zigzag pattern towards the charging army.

On her shapely arms, the muscles were slightly bulging.

The six sword tips drew six long streaks of sparks on the stone slab, and a sharp noise that could pierce eardrums immediately echoed in the basement.

The sound was so piercing that even though Tancred was standing at the basement entrance, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, his face contorted as he raised his hands to try and cover his ears.

He saw his men charging ahead stop or fall, and the once neat shield wall formation suddenly became chaotic, with several gaps appearing.

He also saw that, just as it was about to come into close combat with the shield wall, the black snake body effortlessly swam up the stone wall, then the ceiling, and then rotated its body.

The demon's body swam across the ceiling, charging forward with unstoppable force!

"Strengthen the shield wall!"

Tankred yelled, "No, up there! Up there!"

But the roar was immediately drowned out by the harsh noise, and even he himself could not hear it clearly.

Six arms holding swords hung upside down from the ceiling.

Six steel greatswords, each with a blade two meters long, danced together, like a whirlwind flashing with cold light!

Wherever the sword's edge struck, there were cries of agony and screams.

Accompanied by the demon's gleeful laughter, helmeted heads flew off their necks, turning their bare necks into powerful, crimson fountains!

Tankred's hands and feet were ice-cold as he stared blankly at his men's dense formation being plowed into a deep trench like mowing grass.

It was a one-sided massacre; faced with long-range attacks from above, the soldiers were unable to mount any effective defense or counterattack.

Their short swords couldn't even reach the enemy!

He had no time to think: in the blink of an eye, the female demon pounced on his head, and six greatswords descended from the sky like lightning!

Tankred quickly fell to the ground, simultaneously raising his shield and rolling on the spot.

"Boom"

The left hand holding the shield suddenly felt lighter, and the oak shield covered in copper shattered into countless broken pieces.

Blood spurted from Tankred's right shoulder.

As the greatsword shattered the shield, it also sliced ​​through his bronze shoulder armor and breastplate, severing his collarbone.