Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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According to Delaz, both her original self on Earth and the original Delaz herself were fragments of the consciousness of a fallen, powerful being. Therefore, at the moment of her death on Earth, her soul coupled into the sleeping body of Delaz. By acquiring more divinity, they could continuously complete and strengthen their current selves, ultimately merging and transforming to resurrect that powerful being.

The six-armed serpent demon activated an anti-magic field, attempting to retrieve the petrified red dragon's head, which had been shrunk by a shrinking spell. However, it stopped when its hand touched the rough stone surface of the dragon's head in the storage bag.

—Will she be transformed and resurrected into that powerful version of herself, or will she still be the same person she is now?

Ivy Beatrice sighed silently; she had changed a lot.

Back on Earth, her only notable quality was her exceptionally dexterous and steady hands. Her former teachers and classmates praised her, saying she was blessed with natural surgical skills.

But her personality ruined her: she always kept her head down, only spoke to acquaintances, and dared not even look up at strangers who approached. During her thesis defense, her mind went blank; her mouth was open, but no sound came out…

Ultimately, she didn't become a doctor as she wished, instead becoming addicted to various gaming worlds. She could only use her nimble and steady hands to play games, and even her livestreaming job was as a ghostwriter for the murderer. And now, she uses those same skillful and steady hands to kill with a sword—oh, not one pair, but three.

—It's alright, not much difference.

The demon reincarnated comforted himself.

—Compared to her previous unfulfilled ambitions, she is now also operating knives on people; compared to the life she once had, this bizarre world is no different from the game world.

Now, she feels she has made a lot of progress.

Now, she can easily interact with people, and she can also freely threaten and exploit those she knows.

Should this change be attributed to the influence of the original demon's personality, or to the impact of a series of life experiences after she came to this world?

She seemed to hear the demon Diraz chuckle in her mind.

That seemed to be mocking her for deceiving herself.

Stop pretending, this is the real you.

Diraz seemed to be saying this: "Immersing yourself in the game, isn't that just a medium for you to unleash your bloodlust and rage against everything? Your rage and killing are simply because you crave it. What does that have to do with me? Does your inhuman demonic status prevent you from first getting to the bottom of things, instead of just slicing that brat in two without a second thought? It's just that you've used your awareness of being a demon to unleash your true nature."

She replied: "That little bastard framed someone else; he deserves to die."

You're right, you're absolutely right.

Diraz smiled and answered in her mind, directly blocking her train of thought and preventing her from explaining the legitimate reasons for killing.

In the end, she gave up and withdrew her empty hand from the storage bag.

Ivy Beatrice opened her six arms and gently picked up Gu Xiong and Xiong Gu. The two big, fluffy little creatures purred softly and rubbed against her.

She coiled her enormous snake tail around the bed in the guest room, her upper body lying on the bed with her head on a pillow, and used one hand to pull the blanket up for herself and her two owl bear cubs.

The demon didn't need to sleep, but its emerald green vertical pupils gently closed, and it drifted off to sleep as it had in its previous life.

In her dreamlike spiritual world, the exceptionally bright North Star hangs high in the sky, radiating a cool light among the stars.

Since returning to the military base in Keogu, the commander of the Invincible Fleet, the Federal Navy Commander-in-Chief Zachasa, has not set foot on land.

He locked himself in the prayer room of the new flagship, offering his own flesh and blood as a sacrifice, performing a self-cannibalism ritual to pray to his monarch and gods, repeatedly expressing his loyalty, begging the two-headed evil dragon to punish his defeat, and swearing to the dragon king that he would wash away the shame with the blood of his enemies.

As he gouged out and swallowed his left eye for the 106th time, his prayers were interrupted by a careful knock on the door.

—The rhythm and dynamics are wrong.

Zachasa thought.

Then he realized that the person knocking on the door could no longer be his son; his eldest son, whom he was most proud of, was dead.

Blood was flowing out of the empty left eye socket.

In the darkness, Zachasa sluggishly raised his dragon head, staring at the evil dragon emblem hanging on the bulkhead. A bud of flesh slowly grew in his left eye socket, gradually filling it and forming a brand new eyeball.

"what's up?"

"Zachsa said in a calm voice."

"A discovery has been made, Commander-in-Chief."

The person knocking on the door was the new flagship captain. "Our sailors, while strolling around the docks, saw several sailors, one of whom was an old sailor named Sink, but they all looked very different... Although we can't be completely sure yet, they now look very similar to those guys who attacked the fleet with fire."

The next second, the hatch was violently yanked open.

Zachara almost tore the door off. Blood was still streaming down half of his dragon face, and his two lava-like eyes were staring intently at the new flagship captain. His ferocious and terrifying appearance caused the new captain to involuntarily take two steps back.

Chapter 145 Zachara's Plan

The new captain of the Invincible Fleet's flagship, Zoko, is also a Red Dragon. Before becoming the flagship's captain, he was the Invincible Fleet's intelligence officer. Upon seeing Zachasa appear, he first took two steps back, then silently handed the documents in his hand to the fleet commander-in-chief, who was almost driven into a rage.

After learning from the returning naval soldiers in the city that the attackers were suspected to be from the fleet, he immediately sent people to gather all the information about the sailor Sink before reporting back to Zachasa with comprehensive investigation data.

Zachasa eagerly took the documents, finding them increasingly fascinating as he read: "This guy named Sink was originally a human sailor nearing seventy, and he was one-armed? Now he's returned from the sea, younger, and has become a hybrid of some kind of half-red dragon, and he even has dragon-like wings, and... he's even become a low-level spellcaster?"

Zachasa recalled that pitch-black night, the blurry figure sweeping across the sky, and the pillar of fire falling from above…

His dragon face, covered in red scales, was expressionless, but his eyes gleamed with a strange light—a mixture of curiosity, hatred, anger, and the joy of finally finding someone to take revenge on.

He turned to the next page of the report, and his gaze immediately sharpened.

Those were the documents for the ship that Sink boarded.

The purpose of the three-masted sailing ship was to salvage treasure at sea, and to obtain the names of all crew members, including the shipowner and treasure hunters, as well as their addresses in coastal cities.

“I have investigated, and their ship is currently anchored in the civilian port area,” Joko said. “There are obvious signs of repair on the hull, and the initial assessment is that it was hit by a tsunami.”

Zacharsa interrupted him: "No need to say anything more."

There's no need to verify anything further; without a doubt, it's this group.

Zacharsa turned around, feeling both angry and agitated.

The more he learned, the more anxious and uneasy he became.

These registered sailors were all weak humans and lizardmen, the most promising of whom was merely a Medusa treasure hunter. There's only one explanation for how they became what they are now: they came into contact with the Great Lord's power, and perhaps even received his blessing!

This fueled Jachasa's jealousy, yet he also hesitated to act rashly for fear of inadvertently harming the innocent.

“The fact that they encountered the tsunami means they’ve been to that area…most likely, they came into contact with the lost relic,” he murmured. “Was it the High Lord who granted them power? Then, was it the High Lord’s intention to let the relic fall into their hands?”

Joko Widodo said, "Perhaps, but that possibility is less likely."

Zacharsa suddenly turned around.

Jokowi calmly pointed out: "They may have been blessed, and the Great Khan may have once hoped that they would take away the sacred objects. However, the sacred objects were retrieved from the Sawa fish-men tribe, which shows that they failed to fulfill the mission given to them by the Great Khan."

“Yes, that must be it,” Zacharsa muttered to himself. “They have betrayed the Great Khan, yet they covet his power… that’s why they took advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack on us… those despicable thieves.”

He spoke with increasing venom, his eyes, like molten lava, blazing with flames powerful enough to melt steel.

Joko asked, "Is troop action required, sir?"

"Yes, assemble the Demon Swordsman Mobile Squadron, no, assemble the entire navy," Zachasa roared furiously, "Block the docks, take control of their ships first... no, cancel the assembly."

He suddenly changed his mind, lowered his head in deep thought, as if his rage had vanished in an instant.

"We must not alert the enemy."

Zachasa pondered, “Controlling the ship is useless. The relic isn’t on the ship, otherwise I should have been able to sense it. The relic must be carried by those flying thieves… The most troublesome thing is that those thieves can fly… They could easily use a shrinking spell on the relic and put it in a dimensional bag before carrying it close to their body, or perhaps some kind of magic similar to an interdimensional storage box… Keep an eye on that ship. The navy can’t operate in the city, and we can’t let the relic fall into that silver dragon bitch’s hands. I don’t trust her.”

Joko Widodo said, “I have ordered intelligence agents lurking in the city to keep an eye on Sink. But there is another tricky situation: their ship owner died at sea, and our people got hold of the ship owner’s address. His family had fled after accumulating huge debts. Our people hired three gangsters to track down his son, but they were all killed.”

Zacharsa asked, "Those three gang members?"

Joko Widodo replied, "And the shipowner's son."

Zachara narrowed his eyes: "To silence them?"

"I don't know. But the killer is a highly skilled swordsman, which doesn't match the characteristics of any of the crew members on the treasure ship... Our people can only hire gang members to continue the investigation."

His hot breath gushed out from Zachasa's flared nostrils for a good two feet.

He paced slowly around the cabin, flipping through reports, turning the screen repeatedly. Joko stood respectfully to his side, awaiting the Commander-in-Chief's instructions.

“Less than half the sailors returned from the voyage, and all the ship owners are dead, yet this Medusa treasure hunter has come back alive,” Zacharsa suddenly said. “Do you think the sacred relic might be on her?”

“Our men spotted the Medusa treasure hunter while keeping watch near the shipowner’s residence,” Joko said. “She was also looking for the remaining members of the shipowner’s family. But the Medusa remained unchanged and didn’t seem to have been exposed to the power of the Red Dragon Lord. She had a small tavern not far from the dock. Treasure hunters are very vigilant, so our men couldn’t get too close to keep watch.”

Zacharsa's brow furrowed, a sign that he was about to erupt in fury.

“Find a few people, find a way to contact that Medusa, and trick them into going out to sea under some pretext,” he grinned, clenching the paper in his hand. “An island treasure, a chance to make a fortune, just make up something for her. Treasure hunters can’t resist that kind of temptation. I want this swarm of rats to crawl out of their hole, and then I’ll skin them alive.”

Chapter 146 Street Battle

When the emerald green vertical pupils opened, it was already pitch black inside and outside the curtains.

Ivy Beatrice gently placed the sleeping owl bear cub, cradled in six arms, to the side, straightened her upper body, and slid lightly across the floor to behind the curtains. Through the gap in the curtains, she looked across the street from the tavern. With her demonic vision that could see through any darkness, she clearly saw a small, silent human standing in the shadows beneath the shop doorway, looking like a little vagrant, peeking tentatively towards the tavern's entrance.

Ivy Beatrice squinted.

She wasn't sure what connection this guy had with the three thugs from the Liberation Front that she had shredded to pieces during the day, but she had only had one intense conflict with them since they came ashore.

Suddenly, her extraordinary senses triggered a connection to the gaze directed at her, so she slightly shifted her vertical pupils, directing her gaze further down the street. Sure enough, she found the surveillance team there as well. They were much more professional, two to a group, three groups in total, each positioned in a more concealed location, also watching the tavern's entrance. Unsurprisingly, she recognized two of the groups as acquaintances—more precisely, familiar high-ranking goblin warriors. Moreover, she noticed that the four goblin warriors were watching not only the tavern but also the young vagrant across the street.

Ivy Beatrice thought for a moment and remembered the strangely shaped beholder.

But there was another group that she wasn't sure about: two guys in that group were the most well hidden, in a second-floor room in a building across the street, the windows drawn with heavy curtains. Like her, they were concealed behind the curtains, peering in this direction through the gaps. Ivy-Beate couldn't make out their faces and initially thought they were also under the Eye of C'Thun's command, but she soon realized that these two were also keeping an eye on the two groups of earthbill warriors and the little vagrant across the tavern.

The emerald green vertical pupils blinked, seemingly puzzled.

So what exactly is going on here?

Nine-year-old Lysa stood across the street from the Medusa Tavern. Her clothes were tattered, and she stared intently at the lights and shadows inside the tavern, swallowing hard. But through the tavern door, she could see the row of strangely shaped stone statues standing against the wall, and she hesitated to approach.

She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the slight ripples in the air behind her in the shadows.

Suddenly, the cold metallic touch pressed against Lysa's small chin, giving her goosebumps.

Lysa immediately recognized it as a dagger or short sword. Her legs went weak, tears welled in her eyes, and her body trembled slightly involuntarily.

Almost simultaneously, a hand reached out from behind and covered her mouth. Lysa was terrified, but her body could not resist, and she was pulled backward into the depths of the shadows.

"Don't move, don't cry, don't turn around."

A faint voice came from above her, melodious and pleasant, but terrifying to Lysa: "I ask, you answer. If you can't do it, you die. If you lie, you die too. If you understand, nod twice."

Lysa nodded.

“Very good,” the hand covering her mouth loosened, but the blade remained pressed against the girl’s throat. “What’s your name?”

"Ryza".

"Who sent you, Lysa?"

“Nobody asked me to come; I came on my own.”

"What are you doing here?"

“I am Alessandro’s daughter. My father was the owner of the Albatross, but he went to sea and never came back. I came to find Steo, who is Medusa, the owner of the tavern across the street. She went to sea with my father and came to our house today, but we went to avoid our debts… My mother is dead, and now my brother is missing too… I also have a five-year-old brother who has a fever, and I don’t know what to do. I’m not lying.”

The girl trembled all over, trying her best to hold back her tears, but they still streamed down her face. "Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back my tears. Please don't kill me."

She awaited her fate in the darkness, a moment that felt as long as eternity.

The coldness under my neck disappeared.

Lysa let out a long sigh and couldn't help but sob.

"You're not lying."

That voice rang in her ears again, and whether it was her imagination or not, Lysa felt the voice had softened: "Now I'll count to three, and you run towards the tavern, go inside and find the person you're looking for. Once you're inside, I'll let you go. Three, two, one—"

With her emerald green vertical pupils watching Lysa's retreating figure, Lysa practically tumbled and crawled across the street, crashing into the tavern door.

The four earthbill warriors who were keeping watch in the distance also saw it.

Although they were divided into two groups, the two groups were not far apart, so they started chatting in muffled voices.

“That’s right, it’s that kid’s sister,” one said. “What do we do?”

Another said, "I said, when she comes out, we'll follow her, catch all three little brats, and present them to Master Harlinus."

The third one said, "Why bother with that? I say we should just go there, grab her, interrogate her about where the other two brats are, then go and capture them and present them to Master Harlinus."

The second person suddenly realized and expressed agreement.

But the fourth one said, "Master Harlinus told us to monitor the red-haired woman, not to capture the three human cubs. Master Harlinus values ​​the red-haired woman more."

The first person offered a suggestion: "Then, the two of us will go and catch her, and you two will continue to monitor the tavern."

The fourth one shook its head, hesitating, unsure how to refuse. It preferred hunting weaker humans to idly wait here.

It turned its head dejectedly to look at the tavern, muttering, "I said, we shouldn't disobey Master Harlinas's orders—"

Before it could finish speaking, it suddenly smelled a strong stench of blood coming from behind it.

The earth goblin warrior turned around abruptly, only to be horrified to find that his three companions, who had been chatting just moments before, were gone. Only a bloodstain as thick as a bucket remained on the ground, stretching deep into the alleyway beside him.