King of succubus



While Greed was going through his deadliest tribulation, the black lightning in the sky first created confusion in the minds of the resistance fighters, then worry, assuming that an enemy invaded them.

But Fy, whose clones took care of their formations, didn't allow them to take advantage of this situation to break. Once again, the hatred of her 'disciples' towards her has gone up a notch.

But she didn't care about that. Having as her favorite time of tormented weaker than her, she seemed to swim in pure happiness; a real sadist.

But despite their hatred towards her, everyone began to respect her in their ways.

Nelda, Xelor, and Helios, the primordial trios formerly in the weak ranks, were able to make a breakthrough toward the intermediate rank.

Serena was sitting cross-legged to stabilize her energy after reaching the highest rank; this progression speed was almost out of the ordinary realism.

But for Fy, it was still too slow for someone with such a talent.

One of the people who had caused her more trouble was Serena, known for her excessive pride. Taming her was as difficult for her as taming a lion cub. A lion cub, I say; not a lioness.

But among all those who trained with her, only one person still had difficulty showing progress; Randolph.

He was dragged by Darka's squad after they completed their missions on Reha's territory, by Alvine's order.

He wasn't like the others; unlike them, he had refused any session with Fy. But knowing the sadistic teacher's pastimes, she didn't hesitate to use the stick method before the carrot; Except that Randolph was so stubborn that death didn't make him hot or cold.

Having no attachment with which Fy could oppress him, nor fear of death, or even a desire to interfere in their wars, Randolph had all the qualities for Fy to hate him with all her being.

For the umpteenth time, Randolph opened his eyes and looked at the night sky lying on his back. "Haha, to believe that you really enjoy torturing people. But I can't blame you, we all had to go through this." He speaks with a lazy voice and empty and disinterested eyes.

His body was all numb with pain, but he didn't care, as if it were the cadets of his worries.

Frustrated by the same words he said each time he regained consciousness, Fy finally sits near a thousand-year-old tree. "It's not me who likes to crush people, it's rather you who love pain; you're a real maso." She slams her tongue with frustration, not knowing what to do with him.

'He acts like someone who no longer wants to live, but he still defends himself to prevent me from killing him; This guy is a real problem bag.' She looks at Randolph lying on wild herbs with a puzzling face.

"Tell me, why do you want to train so much?" Against all odds, Randolph asks his very first question.

Fy rolls her eyes, ignoring Randolph's question.

"I know very well why. Here, some want to protect themselves, no longer suffer or sink into despair; while others do their best to protect what's most dear to them." He said, sitting on his crossed legs.

He looks straight into Fy's blood-red eyes with his own, which were colder than hers. "You lived longer than me, but you didn't experience despair because you didn't have to be dear and weak. You didn't know this feeling of powerlessness because you weren't threatened or oppressed eternally."

Fy frowns with discontent. "And how can you know that?" She sneering.

"I know it because the glow in your eyes is none other than innocence; this glow that people can see is a glow that reflects the purity or malice of the soul. That's how I had to from your first attack that you didn't intend to kill me.

-No matter how much you manifest your murderous aura, the murderous intention comes from the soul, not from the aura. Aura’s like a mirror reflecting the thirst for blood coming into the soul; yours is too pure to kill anyone on this planet."

Randolph's words left Fy in a state similar to crystallization. She looked at Randolph as if she saw Alvine during their first meetings.

The latter had told her a similar thing. [It's a shame but ironic; how can such an innocent lassie exist in such a chaotic world?]

'These were the words he told me. Tss~, these two are similar. But thanks to that, I now know how to move this bastard's ass; it's a shame he's weak.' She couldn't help but slightly sneering laugh so much that it was funny for her.

"I see." She said, demonstrating a black sword in her left hand. She then looks at Randolph while nonchalantly swinging her weapon.

"I understood that with you, the best way’s to become myself." The gleams that Randolph was talking about suddenly disappeared in her pupils as if by magic.

Randolph's heart misses a beat when noticing this fact.

But before he spoke, Fy spoke first. "Just like my master, you also realized your mistake. But it doesn't matter, no one is completely innocent in this world; after all, we're all crazy like each other.

-Oh, I have two things to tell you too. Give your all and be a good little puppy, if you wanna see all your former companions come back to life; otherwise, you'll die on my next attack if I see that you're still this empty cocoon." She was like possessed by another spirit as she expressed herself with a more ominous smile than she had ever displayed.

The sudden change in her personality first alarmed Randolph who didn't know how he'd act properly in the face of this anomaly. But it didn't take him long before he understood the cause.

'...I see; she created an innocent alter-ego to deceive her enemies. Kuku, this bastard (Alvine) really has how to choose twisted people with his image. But it was worth it; I can finally go wild on her. Even if she's not one of the people who killed my comrades; these sons of bitches were as stuck as she's.' He replied by proudly showing his golden aura in front of his opponent.

He didn't need to ask himself other questions after noticing Fy's wards turn to those of a decreased; neon yellows, like that of a wild predator born to hunt.

--

-Boom!

The fiercest battle, the most intensive training, was probably that of Alvine training alone in his training room.

He alone fought against an army of golems with the effigy of his all guards.

The overall power of each golem was the equivalent of an intermediate transcendent mage; whether in an offensive, defensive, or magical attack.

Being a semi-supreme mage himself, sealed half of his powers to make the challenge stronger and more difficult to meet. As if it weren't enough, he didn't use his physical abilities, without reinforcement magic or offensive/defensive spells.

He gets up on the ground with his body covered with dust and sweat. 'Who'd have believed that!? I was facing my two monarchs without using my magical powers, but I'm currently struggling to resist in the face of golems!? Heh, if I don't improve quickly, I'd be very likely to disappoint my guests.' He whispers in his mind with an ironic smile.

He then clenches his fist and teeth when he sees one of the golems with the effigy of a woman with long silky red hair, raspberry red eyes, and a scarlet red horn above her forehead, appearing in front of him with her spear trying to pierce his chest.

Alvine acts in time by grabbing her wrist after dodging her spear’s tip just before she passes him.

The punch he had viciously prepared for her, fiercely clouts her target's abdomen, sending her thirty meters from him before she stabilizes.

Her face was still as cold as usual although she had the lower half of her body missing from the call.

At the same time, the earth became pout under Alvine's feet followed by the emergence of thick black stacks that imprison him in a bird cage.

'Hm? A sealing spell? No, they were trying to coordinate their attacks!' As soon as he finished concluding this in his mind, he felt his body numb followed by a sudden torpor that was none other than the spiritual attack’s fruit from Zakiel's golem!

Being deprived of using his magical energy to protect his mind, he was like prey at Zakiel’s mercy; even if the latter had only a third of its maximum power.

Due to this limitation, he was able to take charge of himself in time before Zakiel's spiritual attack affected him more; but the brief moment of inattention wasn't going to be a light price for his life...

Black lightning began to dance around his magmatic rock cage and scarlet flames fluttered on top of him like phoenixes!

These were the two attacks he could notice in time before his visual field became dark when Askald manifested his transcendent territory!

One of Askald's clones, who seemed to have inherited his original military and ingenious stratagems, had the kindness to make his master taste, the regret of having underestimated them!

The black cube that Alvine had manifested when he fought against the order’s exterminator, manifested by Askald's clone!

And unlike Alvine who hadn't used this disproportionate power; because he didn't know how to bring out the potential of the cube at the time, finally manifests itself to his great regret!

Being aware of the danger he'd face in the next few seconds, Alvine's expression wrinkled.

But before he takes action against the offensive, the cube engulfs him with all the golems.

After a butterfly wing beat, He found himself in a place he knew more than anyone, above a black ocean with thousands of crosses popping out underwater of black water!

He swallows his saliva as nervousness reappeared in his heart like soap bubbles. 'Okay, I think I slightly underestimated these golems; I had forgotten that they protected the basement as the last guards. It was obvious that coordination was their strength.' He whispers to himself as he watched the crosses show dolls resembling him like two drops of water.

At the same time, Askald appeared behind one of the chained dolls with a mischievous smile.

"If I were in your place, I wouldn't do that to my--!

Just before Alvine finished his sentence, he became unable to pronounce a single syllable when Askald squeezed the doll's throat!

The pain was not intense or unbearable for him, but he knew why Askald was doing this. 'This bastard's son tried to torment me by showing me he has absolute control over my life.' He roars in his mind as his eyes turn half to the black abyssal.

But an ironic smile immediately stands on his lips when he noticed that he was angry with a golem; moreover, a subordinate he had made himself.

It was so ridiculous for him that he couldn't help making fun of his sudden rage.

But knowing this shadow territory's effects, he knew that the worst decision would be to attack his user.

'If I touch this water, even a finger, I'd feel a more excruciating pain than anything I've known since I woke up. The worst thing is that these cross-folds all have similar effects.

-Destroying one of them, ten or even a thousand at a time, won't solve the situation. Not to mention that destroying one's almost as hard as tracking down a nocturnal Cleymor.

-These damn pillars return under the ocean one when we get too close to it. Whatever it's a clever and original territory at the same time.' He made this brief summary as if he complimented himself for having developed such a frightening territory.

But unlike Askald, the new guests were not as patient as he was; precisely Shadow's golems!

These vicious were like Shadow himself, unholy, ruthless, and impatient above all!

One shoves his sharp claws into the chest of one of the puppets with his sadistic smile still blessing his face with elegance.

At the same time, a small trickle of blood slips out of Alvine's lips as his black jacket is wet with his blood.

He clenches his teeth without flinching in front of the pain that stunned all his nerves. 'Okay, I understood that this is not the time to admire "the blind widow's territory", but to find a solution to escape from here.' He said to himself, showing a Japanese sword in his right hand.

It was white, smooth, and abnormally long for a medium sword. But it wasn't Kimiko, but one of Heepha and her team's recent creations.

"I'd have to become a little serious for the good of all of us. It'd be silly to die in the hands of my own creations, don't you think?" He licks the blood on his lips like a demon while manifesting his majestic aura.

But he had still not erased the limitation; but even with his accounting aura to that of an intermediate transcendent, his powers were changing the game.