Inner Destroyer

　Qi Xing said to the exorcists,

　"Wait until she reveals the remaining 'Big Four' and the scraps of information, then show me the transcript."

　After saying that, he found an empty room and called out, "Samael, come out."

　After a long while, the shadow of the Loli Evil God finally emerged from Qi Xing's shadow.

　She yawned lazily and raised her eyebrows: "Qi Xing, how could you ignore me all day and call me out now because you have something to do? I am not your slave."

　"Aren't we the devil's conqueror and the conquered devil?" Qi Xing maintained his usual indifference. "Besides, I don't want to bother you with anything. I just want to ask a question."

　"If this 'Black Spartacus' really has silver coins, don't you think you have a shadow whispering in his ear, instigating him to do something?"

　He asked cautiously and seriously.

　Unexpectedly, when Samael heard his question, he covered his mouth with his hands and smiled evilly: "Oh, are you jealous?"

　"Nonsense." Qi Xing frowned, "I have no reason to be jealous."

　"Don't worry, Qi Xing, there's no need to feel insecure - you're not just one of my candidates, but the only one I've chosen as king."

　After laughing enough, Samael turned in the air and saluted Qi Xing gracefully, as if performing on stage.

　"My shadow can only appear near the "first silver coin". So now I belong only to you, a god locked in a cage by you.

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　bright. "

　She raised a devilish smile, like thousand-year-old melting snow, or like fruit brewed into fine wine.

　Having lived in this world for ten years, Qi Xing had seen quite a few succubi, but he always felt a wave of anxiety when he saw Samael's evil smile.

　Is this because she is the dark goddess of the mortal world, a denizen of mythological stories, or is it because she and Qi Xing actually have the only thing in common in this world?

　Because they are the only ones who know what kind of "different world" exists outside this absurd world.

　Samael called him an "outsider," but in essence, she was also an "adventurer" from outer space, just like him.

　Only when talking to her would Qi Xing have such subtle thoughts.

　This horrible female demon has disturbed my spiritual heart. She is really scary.

　"Most people who receive a 'Silver Coin' don't actually know what it is. It simply unleashes mythical power based on their inner desires. Therefore, 'Silver Coin Messengers' often need to discover its uses on their own, often expanding upon their existing powers."

　Perhaps her mood had improved, the evil god in the form of a young girl reached out and stroked Qi Xing's head while explaining in a high-spirited manner,

　"For example, Professor Vanstra is a parapsychologist who uses hypnosis. After receiving the First Silver Coin, he manifested himself in the form of 'dominance and obedience.' However, the prototype of the myth is uncertain, and it may have nothing to do with it."

　After all, how much does hypnosis have to do with Egyptian mythology? The myths touched upon by "Silver Coin" are archetypes extracted from the collective unconscious of mankind, and are common to all mankind.

　Professor Vanstra drew Osiris. Qi Xing, as both the Resurrectionist and Judge, also happened to be impersonating Osiris. As for "Black Spartacus," despite being a Haitian Black man, it's not surprising that he could draw any mythological archetype based on his desires using a "silver coin."

　"Then it should be difficult to guess his mythical power in advance."

　Given Qi Xing's personality, if he couldn't guess, then he definitely wouldn't try. Anyway, why would he just give it a brute force test?

　"Do you know where he is? Is he really in that... 'Herculaneum'?"

　he asked again.

　As long as he could determine the location, Qi Xing could set out immediately. He was always quick and decisive in his killings; all he had to do was know "where to go and who to kill." Otherwise, how could he have become the renowned "Lei Pu Zhenren" in just a few years?

　"You asked this."

　The devil laughed,

　"In fact, I have no way of determining the location of the other silver coins."

　...No, Miss Evil God? You're just too useless, aren't you?

　Are you really an idiot creator? Are you so ignorant and omnipotent?

　Qi Xing was speechless for a moment.

　"Well, I can tell the direction. If I'm close, I can sense it. If it's right in front of you, I definitely won't miss it."

　Floating lightly in the air, Samael obviously didn't care about Qi Xing's contemptuous look at all.

　"Right now, for example, I can feel another silver coin approaching."

　She narrowed her eyes and smiled.

　——In an instant, Qi Xing immediately understood the meaning of her words.

　In an instant, he had completely entered a combat state!

　But he still wanted to complain: "Why didn't you say it in advance?"

　"You didn't ask. And you ignored me all day, and you still expected me to be your radar. I'm not that cheap."

　Samael raised his thin eyebrows,

　"Professor Vanstra is a useless piece of shit and can't be considered a true 'Silver Messenger'."

　"Now, there is a 'Demon King' who has truly mastered his 'silver coins' and has a clear will and political goals. He will not yield easily."

　"Can you defeat him? Or will you be beaten until your mouth is open and your eyes are shut, and you have to wait for me to rescue you?"

　This was truly a blatant provocation. The evil god, who had made all the decisions on his own, had already revealed the wicked grin of a female demon.

　Qi Xing was almost laughing because of her.

　Very good, you have courage.

　Just as you wish, I will show you my true abilities.

　"Samael, how about another bet?"

　He suddenly said,

　"If I don't win, I'll tell you my true wish. How about that?"

　This statement finally caught Evil God Loli off guard, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. "Of course I'm interested. What do you want to bet on?"

　"If I win,"

　Qi Xing grinned coldly.

　"I'm going to spank you."

　"what?"

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　At seven o'clock in the evening, on the campus of the University of Rome, the light of street lamps still shone on the wet cobblestone road.

　Students walked in groups of two or three between the library and the dormitories, chatting with each other about exams, papers, or just complaining about the cold January weather.

　A rain fell at this time.

　At first, it seemed like an ordinary winter night drizzle, dripping on the windows of the teaching building, leaving blurry water marks. But soon, people noticed something was wrong.

　The rain was not transparent, but a strange, sticky, slightly fishy white slime. It reflected an unnatural glow under the streetlights and flowed slowly like some living thing.

　"What kind of weather is this..."

　A student muttered softly, reaching out to catch a drop.

　"Is this really rain? Why do I feel like █

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　......"

　The moment the rain touched his skin, his pupils suddenly dilated and his breathing became rapid, as if his entire body was instantly torn apart and then sewn back together. When he took a sharp breath, he realized that his voice had changed - his original Italian accent disappeared, replaced by a fluent but unfamiliar Creole French.

　Screams rang out all around.

　"Wait...what's going on?!"

　Someone raised his hand to wipe the sticky white rain off his face, but found that the color of his palm had turned from white to black, two shades darker than before, his knuckles had become thicker, and unfamiliar pore textures appeared on his skin.

　A girl looked down at her own reflection in a puddle, her pupils trembling slightly—the girl in the reflection wasn't herself at all. Her familiar features were distorted and reshaped, her nose broadened, her lips thickened, and even her hair became curly and fluffy, like the African refugees she occasionally saw on the street.

　"My face?! This is not my face!!"

　She screamed and fell to the ground, clutching her hair tightly, trying to tear this ridiculous nightmare apart.

　The rain continued to fall and panic spread across the campus.

　Some tried to cover their heads with clothes, but it was too late. Their voices, their skin, even their language began to change. Some shouted in fear in Italian, but the words were garbled, as if their tongues no longer obeyed them and were forced to speak an unfamiliar language.

　Some people have completely lost their voice and can only open their mouths wide, looking at their familiar friends beside them with confused and desperate eyes - their friends are no longer their friends.

　Rain washed over marble statues, seeped through cracks in the stone, flowed into the streets, soaked books, and soaked through school uniforms. Under the night sky of the entire University of Rome, cries, screams, and prayers mixed together, like a twisted nightmare.

　The strange white sticky rain continued to fall, and the area was getting larger and larger. Since the University of Rome, the rainfall had become more widespread.

　Soon, starting tonight, everyone will be African.

　038: The Inner World Blacks from the Planet of Steroids

　The sticky white rain kept falling.

　Go down and get bigger.

　An Italian male student stared blankly at his outstretched palm. The color of his skin darkened, and the shape of his knuckles changed slightly. He looked up at the glass window of the teaching building in horror. The reflection was no longer his familiar self, but a completely unfamiliar face. He took a few steps back and tried to shout something, but the words that came out were completely unfamiliar.

　In the distance, a Mexican girl held her head and murmured, "Dios mío, qué pasa (Oh my God, what happened...)"

　But before she could finish, the second half of the sentence had already turned into Creole, and her brain told her that this was what she should have said.

　Change is spreading.

　A Chinese student stared at the screen of his phone. The features of the person on the screen were distorted and reshaped. The skin color darkened, the shape of the eyes changed, and even the bone structure was subtly adjusted.

　He opened his eyes wide and tried to shout, but the words that came out of his mouth were no longer Chinese. Instead, they were completely unfamiliar words, but his flesh and blood insisted that this was the correct way to express himself. He couldn't even remember what his native language was supposed to sound like.

　Screams and cries filled the air as people scrambled towards buildings, trying to escape the strange rainfall, but the change had already occurred and they could not undo it.

　at the same time,

　A strange sound was heard in the square outside the headquarters of the "Exorcist Association".

　That's the sound of music.

　It was an ancient Caribbean dance music, with an indescribable strange rhythm, like the most primitive ritual drum beat of mankind, with an unsettling joy.

　It was a grand Carnival of the Dead.

　A group of returned undead, dressed in ornate yet tattered attire and wearing cracked skull masks, danced on a bare stage, accompanied by an unseen band, their faces swirling with eerie smiles. Their footsteps hammered the ground, as if they were stomping on the hearts of the living. Their hands or feet were always pierced with nails or rings, acting as percussion instruments.

　In the center of this death dance, a man sat on a luxurious black throne, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrests, as if directing everything. Behind him were two rows of black-robed priests wearing bird-beak masks, draped with voodoo charms, and holding candles stained with dried blood.

　The man possessed a sleek, dark, and muscular build, his chiseled chest and abdominal muscles displaying remarkable strength. Even at night, his skin still held a glossy sheen, as if bathed in the blazing sun. He exuded an incredibly powerful, wild, and noble aura of a king. His expression was calm, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a hint of a smile.

　Every time, just walking beside him and feeling the "astonishing power" of his leader - "Madame Venom Bee" Martina Fabbri, one of the "Big Four", he felt endless joy from the bottom of his heart.

　Because only unqualified females need their masters to really penetrate them before they can realize their masters' greatness.

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　██, just seeing and smelling the master's masculinity is enough to give her ten ██.

　Martina Fabbri, 31, was once an ordinary housewife in Florida, USA. Ten years ago, she married her childhood sweetheart.

　Because they grew up together, she had thought that she and her husband would be in love forever... However, in reality, as they grew older, the relationship between her and her husband gradually faded... It's not that anything really happened, but it seemed as if she had become just a tool to do housework for her husband and son.

　Until her great master broke into her life and her body three years ago.

　Not only did he teach her the joys of being a woman, he even gave her power, training her to be so strong that she became one of the "Big Four" of the "Black Spartacus" organization and the charming "Lady Poison Bee", allowing her to have an interesting and pleasant life instead of being a boring housewife.

　Now her long, wavy golden hair has turned a dull purple.

　The clear, bright blue pupils turned into a dark brown color like dried blood.