Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Beneath the mask, Domi's lips curled slightly, and a black tall hat suddenly appeared in his hand, which he then placed on his head.

A bouquet of roses appeared in his hand.

Like a magician, after performing her amazing magic tricks for the audience, she slowly bowed and then threw the roses into the air, where they turned into a shower of beautiful petals.

The aura of a teleportation array!

A white light appeared beneath their feet, and Gray realized something was wrong, but it was too late to stop it.

Within the falling curtain of petals, the mask, with its ambiguous smile, was glaringly conspicuous, mocking his foolishness.

"Grey, I look forward to seeing you again next time~"

Sharp feathers rained down like arrows, turning the spot where they had stood into a hedgehog, but there was no sign of death or the black-haired pervert.

They had been teleported elsewhere by a teleportation array that appeared out of nowhere.

Actually, before the battle started, while both sides were exchanging trash talk, Domi quietly released the assassin, who had the lowest profile, and devoted her energy to giving him illusion camouflage.

Then, under his dual-thread control, while fighting Gray, he commanded the assassin who did not know spatial magic to forcibly inscribe a teleportation circle, and then the emblem sent spatial magic into it.

In this way, a spatial magic array was completed without anyone noticing.

[Successfully outwitted Grey, Villain Value +3000]

Staring at the empty dead end, Gray froze on the spot, then looked up to the sky and roared, unleashing a terrifying howl filled with resentment:

"Death omen! I will definitely catch you! I will make you regret being born into this world!"

Domi and Tori, who had just been teleported back to the inn, exchanged a knowing smile. Clearly, they had thoroughly entertained Gray by outsmarting him.

"Young man, can you imagine what that birdman looks like, raging and helpless? I love seeing him want to kill us but can't find us!"

Leave

Summer vacation is over, so I'm heading back to school early.

I'll also write an outline for the college section.

Chapter 157, Section 156: Customized DIY for the Disabled

After being thoroughly outmaneuvered by Domi, Gray was furious and ordered his men to search the entire city for any clues related to the omen of death.

The intensity of its actions is far greater than ever before.

It is clear that only at this point did Gray take the task of capturing the omen of death as his own.

In the past few days, citizens have been seeing groups of three or five white-clad winged soldiers searching for signs of death everywhere, from the bustling city center to the streets and alleys.

But no matter how hard I look, I can't find it.

After all, they couldn't have imagined that Domi would be dressed as a woman and hiding in the convent.

The weather was still great that day, sunny and pleasant.

In autumn, when temperatures begin to drop, sunny days are the most pleasant – not too hot, not too cold, with just the right humidity, making them perfect for accomplishing great things.

Domi went about his usual routine in the morning. He checked his mailbox, found no emails, and then went to the classroom to listen to the charlatan teachers' lectures.

However, he didn't have his mind on that at all.

He aimlessly dabbled ink on the notebook with a quill pen dipped in ink, the ink pooling and spreading outwards, the black circles growing larger and larger.

Sitting in the last row is great; the teacher won't come down, which gives Domi a strong sense of security.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Gray is absolutely certain that I was behind this, and he is now mobilizing all his resources to search for me."

Later, she'll probably go find Yusha Rose and pin the blame for her drunken confession on me, hoping to mend their relationship...

"But there's a 90% chance that Yusha Rose will ignore him and the two will continue their cold war."

"Very good, everything is going as I envisioned, now all that's needed is a catalyst..."

Little by little, the quill pen began to move intentionally or unintentionally in Domi's hand.

The metal-tipped pen wrote a Lionheart Empire name on the rough paper—"Arena".

Far away in the demon realm, Arena was not in her palace enjoying the services of the Bull Demon Warriors.

Not long ago, she suddenly went to see the Demon King, using the excuse of wanting to test her current strength, saying that she wanted to have a match with the powerful figures of the Holy See.

For a succubus to have such a desire for power is exactly what the Demon King wanted, so he approved it with a wave of his hand.

To protect Arena, the promising future hope of the succubus race, the Demon King thoughtfully equipped her with the most elite legion.

With this well-organized, best-equipped, and fiercely powerful legion, as long as Arena doesn't act recklessly or venture too far alone, she can practically roam freely on the battlefield.

And so, she arrived at the front lines as she had wished.

She wore magnificent black and purple armor, and although the iron plates concealed her perfect figure, her face was still visible.

Even with only her face showing, her charm remains undiminished, and she even gains a unique kind of beauty.

Whenever the blood-scented wind brushed against her long, pale purple hair, as delicate as lilac blossoms, she would reach out her slender, white fingers to tuck the stray strands behind her ears, revealing her stunningly beautiful face, capable of bewitching the demon soldiers standing guard nearby.

Her curved goat horns and long tail adorned with pink hearts proclaim her identity to the public—a powerful succubus who has become an executive!

Although her presence caused the soldiers to have all sorts of fantasies, no one dared to disrespect her.

This is Arena's current supreme position in the Demon King's army, and there are even faint calls for her to become the Demon Queen.

The so-called Demon Queen, as the name suggests, is the Demon King's principal wife. If the Demon King is called the Emperor, then the principal wife is the Empress.

However, Arena had no such thoughts. Her mind and body belonged to Lord Dominic, and a mere demon king was not qualified.

Domi hadn't contacted her for a month, leaving her feeling empty inside...

However, just as she was inspecting the fortress as usual, her mind wandering elsewhere, she suddenly received Domi's voice, which even carried a hint of surprise in its tone.

"Yes, sir, I have been on the front lines as you ordered!"

"That's what I told the Demon King, but I haven't caused any trouble for the Vatican's experts yet, so they probably don't know I exist."

"Do you want me to severely injure a powerful expert?"

Domi refuted this claim:

"It's a serious injury that needs to be sent back to the fountain... I mean, the kind where you heal at the base camp. But this injury can't be treated normally. Can you create an injury that requires special conditions to heal?"

This was the first time Arenna had ever heard of such an excessive request. It was one thing to severely injure someone, but to also customize the injuries? Wasn't that a bit too inhumane?

However, since it was her master's order, it was her mission.

Arena pondered for a moment.

Since becoming a new succubus executive, she has gained access to the ancient succubus manuals, though she prefers to use Domi's terminology and call them 'skill books'.

These skill books record the powerful skills created by succubus masters throughout history.

She would often get bored while cultivating in her palace, and when she was bored, she would look at these skill books.

Over the years, I've naturally learned a lot, and upon careful consideration, I've realized that some of my skills can indeed achieve the effects that Domi needs.

After a moment, she answered confidently:

"Yes, there is one type that requires continuous mating for seven days to be cured."

"There is another way, unless you find a rare and precious herb called 'Heavenly Snow Lotus' to suppress the evil fire, you must castrate yourself."

After hearing this, Domi felt a chill down below; even her warm nun's habit was no longer effective.

"Ahem, Arena, there's no need to be so special. Let's go down a notch and be more normal..."

"Be more normal..."

After waiting a while, Arena said:

"This kind of injury can affect a person's mental world. Of course, there will also be physical injuries, but they can be healed through normal means."

However, spiritual wounds require the purest, most divine light magic from a person with a pure heart, free from any impure thoughts, to heal.

"If any one of the above conditions is not met, the patient cannot be cured."

"When the succubus seniors used this move on the enemy, that person could usually only wait to die slowly. Therefore, although the damage was not great, the mortality rate was as high as 99%."

Domi became curious upon hearing this and couldn't help but ask, "So, someone actually survived?"

The relevant skill books not only describe this skill, but also contain related records.

Yes, but there's only one.

"That person was of quite high status, so he was taken to the Holy Kingdom of Saint Ifamur at that time, where the most powerful saintess in the world at that time took action and pulled him back from the brink of death."

"The strongest saintess? How strong is she?"

“Comparable to a god…” Arena’s voice trembled slightly as she said this: “Not only is her strength unparalleled in the world, but her heart is also as pure as a blank sheet of paper, as if she were a daughter born of a god herself. This is the description written by that senior.”

"However, I believe that you are definitely stronger than this saintess!"

Domi got a little embarrassed by the compliment and quickly changed the subject:

"Only someone like him could save someone like this, which proves the power of this technique, doesn't it? Let's use this move. I'll be waiting for your good news in the Kingdom of Jesus."

Arena came to her senses and respectfully said to the master who created and possessed everything about her, "Arena will do her best. Please wait for good news, my lord."

After hanging up the telepathic call, Arena immediately suspended the patrol mission, went to the fortress's conference room, summoned all her subordinate generals, and said one thing upon meeting them:

"We're about to join the battle."

The generals of these elite legions, big and small, were all itching to get to work. They had been cooped up in the fortress for so long that they were practically rusting. Now they finally had the chance to plunge their swords into the enemy's heads!

Suddenly, a series of wolf howls echoed through the conference room.

The next day.

Most of the troops stationed at the front-line fortress under Arena were mobilized, along with all the surrounding fortresses, to head straight for the Papacy's position!

The army marched mightily, and dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it!

Different types of demons with different abilities, when dressed in uniform armor, become an infantry army that can be described as a blind box.

The blind, demonized dark elves carry longbows; they are the most elite archers.