Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Smashing a bottle over someone's head shattered their neck bones—how strong must this woman be? Is she some kind of dragon that has transformed into a human?!

The incredibly strong red-haired beauty casually tossed aside the broken bottle, took long strides, stepped over Satuk's body, and walked from the dark, narrow warehouse alley into the sunlight.

She approached the two thugs with an imposing air.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice frowned, lowered her eyes, and looked at the dying insect on the ground. The thin woman had lost consciousness, yet she still tightly held her wailing child.

The two thugs were trembling with fear, wanting to run away, but they didn't have the strength to take a step.

“She, she is… no, we didn’t kill her…” one of them, his crotch wet, said. “No, we gave her money. It was agreed beforehand: get a beating, and we’d give her a copper coin…”

The other one was much more articulate: "We didn't, we didn't want to kill her, she's not dead."

“I know,” the demon said. “You came to ambush me. I came to fish you out, waiting for you to ambush me. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t have been able to find you gutter rats. Tell me, which gang do you belong to?”

"Bro, the Broncos."

Upon hearing the gang's name, the other mustered his courage: "Yeah, we're from the Bronke Gang. If you dare lay a finger on us—"

The red-haired beauty slapped him so hard he shut up.

At this moment, the child in the frail woman's arms cried as he crawled out of his mother's embrace, then turned around and threw himself on his mother, tightly hugging the unconscious woman, wailing loudly, "Mommy, Mommy!" Then, wiping away his tears, he turned to the red-haired beauty.

The moment the child lowered the hand that was covering his face, he revealed his other hand.

In that hand was a crossbow!

The halfling dressed as a child grinned maliciously as he forcefully pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

The next second, he screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground.

The moment the finger pulled the trigger, a flash of sword light appeared, and the half-man's arm was severed from his elbow.

The crossbow bolt, held horizontally, suddenly dropped.

At the same time, as the crossbow twanged, an arrow shot out, pinning the halfling's right foot deep into the ground.

The imposter Ivy-Beate raised the dripping blade and casually wiped it on the halfling's shoulder.

She asked, "Name?"

The half-man, trembling, grabbed one of his shoelaces with his left hand and tightly bound it above the severed wound on his right arm, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. In that short time, the gushing blood from the wound had already stained his right side red. At this rate, he would bleed to death in a few minutes.

He struggled to lift his distorted, pale face, stammering, "Help, please help me. You, you are a paladin."

“I’ve forgotten how to use Holy Light,” she said honestly, then asked again, “Name?”

The halfling said weakly, "Bronk."

“Bronk?” she asked curiously. “You’re Bronk, Bronk from the Bronk Gang?”

The halfling shook his head with difficulty: "That's my cousin, he's the boss... I, I can't hold on any longer."

The imposter Ivy Beatrice threw the healing potion at him.

The halfling hurriedly poured half a bottle into his mouth, then poured the remaining half onto his severed arm. As the healing potion took effect, his face visibly regained its color.

“Tevodoro,” he said, catching his breath, “it was Tevodoro who sent us to find you. He said—”

A gold brick landed in front of the halfling.

Then the second piece.

The third piece.

The golden light shone on the face of the half-man and the two thugs, making all three of them squint.

One after another, the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard on the quiet street.

"I have no interest in Tvordo."

The six-armed serpent demon, disguised as a fake paladin, said...

"I have some questions about the six warehouses belonging to the Beate family, and the Golden Horned Siren. Answer honestly, all this gold is yours, or I'll turn you into experience points."

Chapter 39 God King Gilerkin

The halflings knew that the Beate family's six warehouses, like the other warehouses in the warehouse district, had always been monopolized by the Bronco gang and used to store smuggled goods. Two weeks ago, Brokway paid the gang a large sum of money, intending to temporarily "redeem" the warehouse usage rights. The gang agreed, but for some reason, they hadn't moved the smuggled goods out of the warehouses.

"As for the Golden Horned Siren, the sign that the ship openly displays indicates that it is a legitimate merchant caravan of the Enser people."

The halfling stroked the gold brick, and his face, which had clearly lost too much blood, became much rosier.

The halfling said, "Actually, everyone knows that the Golden Horned Siren is a ship used by the Enser pirates to sell stolen goods. The smugglers at sea have to pay them protection money, otherwise they might disappear without a trace along with their ships at any time, and the smuggled goods might end up in the Golden Horned Siren's hold at any time, becoming traded goods with complete customs procedures."

The imposter Ivy-Beate asked curiously, "The Enser pirates?"

“That’s an emerging power on the eastern coast,” the halfling said, not quite sure of the details. “It seems to be constantly at war with the surrounding countries.”

The thug who had wet his pants earlier cleared his throat forcefully, interrupting the half-man, and timidly raised his hand to the imposter Ivy-Beate: "I, I know, I, I am an Enser."

"Tell me."

"We, uh, my dad and I, weren't always here. When I was little, I was six years old, one day, the earth suddenly split open. My mom and brother were on the other side of the crack, and my dad and I were on this side. Then the other side of the crack changed, becoming this world. And that's how we came into this world, along with the land beneath our feet—"

Another thug was shocked: "You're actually a visitor from another world?"

"Don't interrupt him," said the imposter Ivy Beatrice.

"Not long after we arrived in this world, many armies, including those of dragons and elementals, came to attack."

Enser, the thug, said, “They occupied our land, saying we were heretics from another world. They killed many people and took many others as slaves. My father took me and others who weren’t caught and we escaped.”

"One of them was a priest of the God-King. He said that the Great God-King would come to liberate us, the Enser, just as he had defeated the evil Witch-King Imaska ​​before. He also said that we, the Enser, had betrayed the God-King, causing him to be defeated by the five-colored dragons. We deserved our current fate, and only by worshipping the God-King and calling upon His return could we be saved. So they did as he said and organized themselves to fight an army of dragons. My father joined them too. But they all died. My father died too. I wandered around alone, and one day, I boarded a ship and ended up here."

Another thug looked at the imposter paladin lady in horror, then winked at the Enser people: "You guys are stupid, only dragons are the greatest."

Ense, the little rascal who had wet his pants, understood the implication and dared not argue, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice ignored their flirtatious exchanges.

"What is the name of your god-king?"

“Gilkin”.

Enser, the little rascal, uttered the name hidden deep in his heart, his face filled with sadness and longing, his eyes seemingly shining, "Enser, the eternal god-king and savior, his name is Gilerkin."

The imposter Ivy Beatrice nodded thoughtfully.

She announced to them, "Well then, that's settled."

Under the influence of her spell-like telekinetic ability, one of the three gold bricks automatically flew back into her hand, leaving one for the half-armed man and the scoundrel Enser.

The other thug, whose room was empty, stared at her in disbelief.

“You know nothing, you said nothing, so of course you have nothing.”

She raised her hand to tuck her wind-blown red hair behind her ear and nodded to the three men: "Make yourselves at home, gentlemen, just don't let me see you again."

After speaking, the red-haired beauty ignored the three gangsters. She turned gracefully, one hand gathering her hair, the other tucked into her trench coat pocket, and strode away.

The three survivors were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

A moment later, her graceful figure disappeared once again through the warehouse's iron gate.

Enser, the thug, finally breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew his terrified gaze, and bent down to pick up a gleaming gold brick from the ground. Weighing its weight in his hand, he calmed down slightly.

Looking back on what just happened, it feels like a dream.

“It’s unbelievable…” he murmured to himself.

Just then, he heard the sound of a crossbow being cocked and fired beside him.

Enser, the thug, looked up in surprise and saw the halfling quickly load another arrow into the crossbow with one hand and point it at him.

"Don't move, carry me on your back later," a cold expression was written on his childlike face.

Enser, one of the thugs, saw that another thug standing to the side was lying flat on his back like a felled log. The crossbow bolt from earlier was stuck in his companion's ear, with half of it still sticking out.

The gold brick slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, splashing up a few specks of mud.

His voice trembled: "Blanc..."

"Don't look at me like that, you should thank me, you idiot."

The halfling, who was too badly injured to move, stared at him and said slowly, "We both got the gold bricks, but he got nothing... I'm so badly injured, if I don't kill him first, he'll kill me right away, and then kill you. He'll take both gold bricks for himself."

"So, are you going to kill me too?"

“What nonsense are you talking about?” the halfling said without blinking. “I’m just afraid you’ll get the same idea as him.”

Enser, the petty thug, shook his head blankly: "I don't know how, I only know how to steal, I don't know how to kill... This gold brick, I, I don't want it anymore. You can have it all. Please, please don't kill me."

He stretched out his foot, intending to kick the gold brick that had fallen to his feet to the halfling.

But the weight of the BRICS is too heavy.

With a flick of his toe, the gold brick moved forward only a few centimeters, rolled in the mud, and then stopped moving.

Despite being covered in mud, its golden, gleaming brilliance could not be concealed.

The halfling couldn't help but lower his gaze and glance at the gold brick.

Normally, a halfling would never do such a thing. But he was missing an arm, his foot, pinned to the ground by an arrow, was still in excruciating pain and bleeding profusely, inevitably causing him to become mentally unstable.

As the gaze lowered, the crossbow also naturally lowered a little.

In the brief moment that the halfling was distracted, Enser the thug yelled and charged headfirst at him!

The halfling immediately pulled the crossbow, but it was too late; the thug Enser pounced on him!

Enser, the thug, used his right hand to push the halfling's arm, which was holding the crossbow horizontally, aside, while simultaneously making a stealthy flick with his left hand.

The halfling stared wide-eyed in terror.

In the face of life and death, everything seemed to slow down. He watched helplessly as the blade his enemy used to slice open a wallet, held between his fingers, inching closer and closer to his side of the neck…

"chi"

Warm blood splattered all over Enser's face and body.

Enser, the hoodlum, ignored everything and raised his hand to wipe his face, but felt a sense of relief.

However, at that moment, a powerful force struck his leg, causing him to fall forward involuntarily—the bloodied half-man used his last bit of strength to lift his other foot, which was not pinned to the ground, and slammed it hard into the knee of the thug Enser.

Enser, the thug, fell down next to the halfling's left hand.

Before he could even get up, his body suddenly trembled as an arrow that had pierced his side almost to the flesh ripped open a large hole.

He curled up, tears streaming down his face, his cries of pain distorted.

The halfling's dying counterattack blew his liver and pancreas apart.

Just then, Enser, the thug who was in so much pain that he almost lost consciousness, heard a strange sound.

"Boom"

Through his teary eyes, he looked toward the source of the sound and was shocked to see a pair of emerald green vertical pupils gleaming in the dark, narrow alley between the warehouses.

The imposter Ivy Beatrice leaned lazily against the warehouse wall on one side of the alley, uncorked the bottle in her hand, raised it to her lips, and took a sip.

She watched him struggle silently in his death throes.

Satuq's body was still lying at her feet.

After she left, she first returned to the warehouse, took a bottle of sweet wine from the box, and then, following the same route as before, went out through the ventilation shaft. She strolled around and circled back to her original position from another direction, waiting silently in the darkness to watch the whole show unfold.

"Help, help me!" Enser the thug cried out with all his might, "Please, paladin. Don't let me die."

Its emerald green vertical pupils blinked in the shadows as it slowly approached.

The red-haired beauty, holding a wine bottle in one hand and Satuq's corpse in the other, came before him for the second time.

In that instant, Enser's vision blurred, and his voice was barely audible: "Please, the gold, take it all, save me... ma'am..."

She didn't answer, but glanced to the side where the half-human figure lay dead in a pool of blood.

"Please, please..."

“I told you,” she said, “I’ve forgotten how to use Holy Light.”

Chapter 40 The Night Visitor (Part 1)

Two candles were lit in the living room, and the imposter Ivy Bayard was sprawled on the sofa, her toes swinging back and forth.

She hugged the bear cub, hiding her face in the shadows, idly stroking it while staring blankly at the starless, moonless night sky outside the window.

Two water elemental girls were teasing the bear.