Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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"Just like that prisoner-of-war camp."

Patrick couldn't help but chuckle: "So where is your justice now? Is it to watch that Ivy Beatrice fall into my, no, my employer's hands?"

Al said softly, "That's just a bonus, but I have no problem with you taking action against that woman."

The temperature in the restaurant suddenly and inexplicably rose. Al felt his exposed skin on the back of his hands, neck, and cheeks begin to burn and sting.

He saw that the hair on the back of his hand had become curled due to the high temperature and emitted a burnt smell.

Patrick's voice on the other end changed, becoming more distant, filled with venom and cruelty, as if two identical voices were speaking at the same time: "I'm a little interested... but why should I trust you, Bronze Dragon Paladin?"

"Orb."

Without hesitation, El said, "I can eat the jewel you have given me."

Patrick smiled.

"This is really interesting... wait a minute."

As Patrick softly recited an ancient prayer, the sweltering air in the restaurant gradually began to circulate, transforming into a warm, gentle breeze.

The wind is getting stronger.

The numerous glasswares hanging behind the restaurant counter clattered and clanged against each other.

Al saw Patrick, sitting opposite him, curl up and tremble. His prayers became broken and intermittent, his voice filled with brutality, hatred, and pain.

Although the restaurant was as hot as a frying pan, Patrick's voice sent chills down Al's spine.

Then Al saw Patrick raise a trembling hand and forcefully gouge his own eye socket.

Patrick screamed in agony as he picked at the wound.

About ten seconds later, a black, blood-stained ball rolled into the plate.

Sometime later, the hot air disappeared without a trace.

Patrick raised half of his face, stained a purplish-black with blood, to Al. He blinked, and Al saw that his eyes were perfectly intact and had regained their original clear black and white color.

El lowered his gaze, staring at the black sphere in the plate, and asked softly, "Is this also the result of the Limited Wish Spell?"

Patrick said, "This is a gift from my Lord, and the jewel you desire."

He gestured for Al to enter.

Al raised his arm and carefully picked up the black sphere from the plate. He weighed it in his palm and found that it had no weight at all, as if it didn't exist.

“You will get what you want, even better than you want,” Al said. “The green house to the right of the warehouse is the warehouse keeper’s rest area. It will be empty in an hour, and there are twenty sets of city guard uniforms, but no armor. There is also the empty warehouse area and the right dock area, and I will divert Juan-Gierello beforehand to make sure that only she goes to the warehouse.”

He swallowed the pearl in one gulp.

After swallowing, El wiped his mouth.

I'll give you half an hour.

"But it's only for half an hour."

"The city guards will enter in half an hour to wipe out the demon cultists. If you are too slow and I run into you, I will kill you too."

Patrick maintained a polite smile as he carefully wiped the blood from his face with a napkin.

"Understood. Now let's talk about your justice, excluding the extras. Bronze Dragon Paladin, what do you want me to do?"

"Losques-Otucan".

Al said calmly, "I want him dead."

Chapter 73 Bloodstained Sword

At the dock, in the port authority's private office.

The Belly Scale Priest Losx-Otukan stared wide-eyed at his former fiancée and her loyal attendants.

When he saw Juan Gilelso appear alongside Ivy Beate, he knew that the carefully planned charade of reprimand, framing, trial, and execution was doomed to fail.

Especially when Juan-Gilello embellished the story and attributed the credit for annihilating the demon worship leader Boctura to "Ivy Beate," Losques could no longer contain his anger and jumped up.

—Another sycophantic servant, huh? Damn servant!

The imposter Ivy Beatrice immediately stared at him warily.

The emerald green vertical pupils, like two clear, cool springs, temporarily calmed the dragon priest's mind.

“I just can’t believe it,” Loskes cleared his throat to cover his shock, “The Salt Marsh—that’s the code name for this demon worship organization—you’ve dismantled their entire organization?”

Ivy Beatrice said, "Not really, it was just a lucky escape that resulted in the killing of two demon cultists."

Loskes asked casually, "After hearing your description, I have a question: since you captured the vice-captain, why did he die?"

Her answer was firm and straightforward: "He was Demogorgon's lackey, while I remember Ivy Beatrice was a paladin."

Loskes choked on his breath.

This answer is just too...politically correct.

But he still decided to give it a try: "So the trail goes cold for the other Salt Marsh members, right?"

Juan Gierello immediately raised his eyebrows.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice raised her arm to stop the hot-blooded young paladin.

She said calmly, “Two demon followers attacked me in the dead of night, trying to torture me. I fought back, defeated them, and now they are both dead. That’s the whole story. If Your Excellency has any objections, please speak them directly.”

The dim, yellowish vertical pupils met the bright green vertical pupils opposite.

Loskes realized that the green-eyed person opposite him wasn't even looking at him. The vertical emerald pupils were gazing upwards, as if… looking at the top of his head?

He looked up in confusion, but saw nothing.

Loskes then turned to stare at her face.

He found that she was still maintaining that slightly upward gaze with her eyes rolled back, and her beautiful face was unusually calm. The calmness sent a chill down his spine.

—This woman has been saying she has amnesia ever since she came back…Is she really becoming mentally unstable?

After a few seconds of silence, he backed down.

“No,” Loskes said sullenly, “Junior Sergeant Ivy Beatrice, you may leave.”

The imposter Ivy Beate led the young paladin Juan out of the port master's office, through the many paladins watching them on both sides of the corridor, and back to the main dock office.

Here she saw the dragon-blooded paladin, Beric.

Berlik was no longer dressed as a clerk as he had been a few days ago. He was fully armed, gleaming with gold, with a bronze sword at his waist, wearing bronze half-armor, and even a dragon horn helmet, a special garment for dragons.

He looked at the imposter Ivy Beatrice with a complicated expression.

“Congratulations, you don’t have to stay here anymore,” she said.

Berlik shook his head.

The priestly pilgrimage of House Ottokan mobilized the city guards of the lower and middle cities in a joint operation. Their intention was to wipe out the Fireport demon worshippers, led by Boktura, and thus accumulate political capital. However, their enemy leader died so abruptly. The entire operation, though well-intentioned, missed its mark, and now it has to end rather abruptly.

Despite Berlik's considerable efforts and work, the lack of sufficient victories could not compensate for his major mistakes in commanding the city guard.

The culprit behind this situation was the six-armed snake demon who impersonated Ivy Beatrice.

Berlik paused for a second and said, "My punishment hasn't been lifted, so I can't return to the city guard for now." He paused, then added with a hint of resentment, "Thanks to you."

She walked past Berlik to the schedule board for today, and while looking at the various port information on the board, she said insincerely, "Sorry."

Juan, the young paladin who was closely following him, asked, "What are you looking for?"

"The port authority is gone, but the work still needs to be done."

As the imposter Ivy Beatrice answered, she found the delight she was looking for in the port information.

"Eleven o'clock, pier, pufferfish," she murmured to herself.

She remembered it clearly.

In the Salt Marsh File No. 1, it was found that the White Claw was not the only large fishing vessel registered under the name of Salt Marsh Fisheries Co., Ltd.; the Porcupine was also one of them.

She glanced out the window; because of the pilgrimage to Losques, there were far too many paladins and city guards on the docks.

The biggest problem now is how to divert the people from Los Angeles and smoothly hand over the Dragon Mad Lock on the porcupine.

However, she came up with several plans in her mind, but none of them were feasible.

Just then, Berlik's armor behind him suddenly rattled, as if the bronze plates forming his shoulder guards were moving.

As the imposter Ivy-Beate turned around, she saw the dragon paladin bowing to the stern-faced paladin squad leader, El.

Squad leader El nodded to Berlik and ordered him to divert troops from one side of the dock to blockade the residential area far from Fireport. There was intelligence that several escaped demon cultists were there.

Berlik immediately perked up and went to carry out the order.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice heard Berlick's booming command in the corridor and the sound of many footsteps fading away.

Al's gaze swept around the dock office, but instead of looking at "Ivy-Beate," he raised his hand and beckoned to Juan Gierello.

The young paladin glanced longingly at Ivy Beatrice and reluctantly walked away from her.

Squad leader El whispered a few words to Juan and patted him on the shoulder.

Military orders are like mountains.

Juan immediately saluted his superior and then ran quickly out of the dock office, without even having time to say goodbye to "Ivy-Beate".

Only Al and the imposter Ivy Beatrice remained, and the huge office suddenly fell silent.

Al came to "Ivy-Beate"'s side.

“Come out with me for a moment,” he said, half-commandingly. “Let’s talk.”

The imposter Ivy Beatrice gave him a strange look, then lowered her eyes: "Where to?"

"casual."

El said absentmindedly, glancing out the window toward the warehouse where the number of paladins was gradually decreasing.

He said casually, "Over there, please."

The two men left the dock office and walked along the gradually empty dock avenue toward the warehouse area.

The sea breeze carried a faint scent of blood.

The imposter Ivy Beate saw the city guards jogging past them in formation, running in the opposite direction.

They all appeared to be city guards brought by Otukan, who had previously been responsible for guarding the warehouse.

“Is it really okay to just leave the priest of Losques in the port master’s office like this?” said the imposter Ivy-Beate. “He’s the star of this pilgrimage.”

Squad leader El lagged slightly behind her, his brows furrowed, looking thoughtful.

His hand gripped the sword hilt tightly.

It wasn't until Ivy Beatrice asked a second time that Al finally spoke: "He's safe."

The stench of blood in the wind grew even stronger.

They slowly walked to the foot of the tall wooden pole. Hanging high on the blood-stained pole was the water elemental girl whose legs had been severed. Blood dripped onto the base of the pole.

Ivy Beatrice stopped and looked up at the girl on the pole.

The water elemental girl's hands were hanging from wooden poles, and blood was still dripping from her severed legs; she had almost bled to death. She might be dead, or she might still be breathing, but even if she had a breath left, she wouldn't live much longer.

Al said to her, "Do you know that you're being watched by people from Samarach?"

Ivy Beatrice shook her head, bewildered.

She asked, "What Samarachi people?"

“Let’s go a bit further away, to the warehouse,” Al said. “I suspect Losques has something to do with this.”

She nodded and looked away from the girl on the pole.

However, the next second, the emerald green vertical pupils looked at the back of squad leader El, and the gaze froze slightly.

Squad leader El instinctively turned around.

Then he felt a soft, warm body rush into his arms and gently embrace him; it was Ivy Beatrice.

The paladin, who had never been in close contact with a woman before, froze.

However, excruciating pain struck him.

The Shadow Sword pierced through the gap in El's left armpit armor, its tip striking his heart!