Shadow of the Evil God

"I just don't want to use them as a reason for my existence."

"You seem closer to that other you than before," Fils said to him. "I used to think that person was very ethereal, like a wandering soul."

"Really? Do you think you've gotten close to your other self?"

"No, I just feel like my dark circles have gotten darker lately."

Cesar nodded thoughtfully, "If you put it that way, then I must be using your dark circles as my reason for existence."

A smile as brilliant as a meteor flashed across Firth's face. "When I saw you rushing into the abyss from the city wall, I felt like I had received some kind of revelation. I felt that there must be a reason for you to appear on Old Thane's altar, and there must be a reason for me to appear in Old Thane's castle. It might sound silly, since you always say that everything is just a coincidence and accident in reality. But I think that the two of us appeared in Neuen together, so that we could leave Neuen together, and we left Neuen together, so that you could become a hero that everyone looks up to, like today."

Cesar held her in his arms, letting her lean against his chest, and gently stroked her head. "I've been through a lot lately that I can only accept but can't change," he said. "No matter how hard I try, the ending is already determined in the distant past. If possible, I hope that our meeting was just an accident and coincidence."

"Do you hate things that are destined?"

"I used to not believe in fate, but those ancient spells have tormented me more than once. Before I even came into this world, the ancient, long-dead wizards put a rope around my neck and forced me to follow the steps they had outlined. When I struggled to the end and the rope came free, I discovered that the things I cherished were actually the fruits of the spell. The meaning of completing that spell was to return everything I had gained to the distant, unreachable past."

Phils raised her head and looked at him. Her deep blue eyes were still under her long eyelashes, and they looked drowsy, blurry and unreal against the backdrop of gloomy dark circles.

"If you need my protection, I will always be with you." She said, "Although only you, an ice fairy and a beastman can see me, but I believe I can protect you until..."

"There is no until." Cesar immediately denied, "The opinions of the world and the living conditions are not important to me. But if you draw a until point and say that everything ends there,

I will surely die in loneliness and emptiness."

"Well, then there's no until," she muttered.

"No, you have to promise me. Maybe you were just saying that to deal with me. Your previous words are the truth."

"Why are you acting like a little kid?"

"There's a part of us all that's a child in us," Cesar argued. "If you draw a line, a part of my soul will die at that moment, and what's left will be a void and empty wreck."

"Okay," Fils lowered her head and fiddled with her delicate, white fingers. "Then when will this child grow up? Or how many years will it take?"

Cesar pulled her fingers back one by one. "Just like you, you can't grow up."

"That's really awful of you to say."

"So it means forever. Even in death, you can't say until."

"Don't you believe that there is anything eternal and unchanging in this world?"

"No, but as long as you keep putting in the effort, you can make it last forever, and it will be as close to eternal as it can be."

"Well, you are so willful." Phils muttered, then raised her face and kissed him on the forehead. Cesar reached out and touched her tender shoulders where her belt had slipped off, feeling her breath become warmer, and it felt soft and charming on his cheek.

He lowered his head and kissed her shoulder, then touched her small breasts that could be held in one hand. He couldn't help but take them in his hands and play with them. When he kneaded them until they gradually swelled, he put one of the beads on his fingertips and twisted it. She immediately hugged him tightly, pressing them against his body and squeezing and rubbing them.

Cesar saw that Fils's face was flushed, but her movements were gentle. He couldn't help but realize that Diana hadn't woken up yet, and she didn't want to make a scene. Since she was still awake when they were all awake, she was probably staying in the wasteland with Sister Mira, probably taking advantage of the time difference to read ancient texts.

"When I hold you later, you can lie on top of Diana, just like you used to hug a pillow when you were lying on your stomach," Cesar whispered in her ear. "After what happened last night, she won't mind, right? We can see when she suddenly wakes up."

Chapter 345 It’s my turn to be the middleman

“But Diana looks like she’s been out in the wilderness poring over ancient texts,” Fils said.

"The fortress is in financial crisis. She can't continue studying like this," Cesar said with mock seriousness. "She told me the same thing last night, and then she dragged me to the desk to read the documents. I have to use my own method to make her empathize with this, don't you think?"

Firth muttered, then leaned forward, grasping the snake before he could speak. She opened her mouth and gently licked the snake's opening with the tip of her pink tongue. The touch, soft yet tingling, was intoxicating. As it rose in her hand, she placed her lips on it, swallowing it bit by bit. Saliva flowed freely from her stretched lips, trickling down the snake's head and onto his legs.

Though delicate and slender, she was very active in satisfying his desires. She began by sucking slowly, then swallowing, rubbing her smooth, round breasts against his legs, which was tingling. Her tongue curled deftly over the snake's body, and her soft lips traced down the snake's head, across its scales. As her small mouth filled, her cheeks puffed out, and her breathing became more and more irregular.

Only when the thing had transformed into a slimy water snake did Phils raise her head. A string of saliva slid from the corner of her lips and dripped onto her chest, looking crystal clear. "It tastes so salty..." she muttered.

Cesar gently caressed Fils's face, hearing her soft moan. Then, he lifted her waist and bent her over Diana. She arched her narrow, white hips back, and Cesar couldn't help but pat them gently. Then, Fils took his hand and placed it between her legs, rubbing his index finger between them. That spot was incredibly delicious. Although he had tasted it many times before, it still looked as tender as when it first bloomed, a delicate feeling that threatened to break at the slightest touch.

He sank his fingers into the slight ridge, caressing it gently. It felt incredibly soft and tender, like a peeled egg white. Her vagina was actually quite delicate, so he always caressed her until she was completely aroused before tasting her. Once the mucus had seeped through and soaked it, his fingers felt soft and creamy. He then held onto the bed with one hand, grasped her slender waist with the other, and leaned down to press down.

After he was halfway in, further penetration seemed a bit of a stretch, so Cesar bit down on Phils's earlobe and breathed on her. He first caressed her breasts, then used his sticky index finger to pick up her tongue and gently rubbed it. Soon, her body grew softer and her breath warmer. As her cheeks flushed and her eyes grew hazy, he finally took her in completely, little by little.

This made Phils' cheeks flush red. She couldn't help but lean back, letting out a soft cry, her back almost arched into a crescent. Then she bent down again, leaning over Diana, her legs tightly wrapped around hers, tense and tight. Compared to their young lady's perfectly proportioned buttocks, hers were smaller and more delicate, the contrast was extremely white and tender.

As their legs crossed and pressed together, Cesar's gaze shifted to Diana's buttocks. He reached out and squeezed, feeling the fullness and elasticity of her buttocks. While his fingers couldn't completely penetrate, there was something special about watching them being pushed aside by her buttocks as he tried to squeeze them.

Cesar untied Diana's lining and grasped her smooth breasts, kneading them with varying degrees of force. When the bead rose flexibly, resting against Phils's, the two beads teased each other, moving back and forth as if kissing. Sometimes they slid apart, sometimes they pressed against one of them, sinking in. When he grasped the breast with his hands and gently squeezed it, the sunken bead immediately and flexibly popped out, pushing the other one aside.

He lowered his head and kissed Phils, their lips and tongues intertwined for a long time, slowly separating with traces of their saliva. Seeing her eyes moisten, he pinched her earlobe again and whispered, "I remember a while ago, you asked Diana to pass a kiss on to me. Now, it's your turn to pass a kiss on to her. What do you think?"

"Want to stick out your tongue?" she asked with a wink.

"I think that's how saliva gets in."

Cesar spoke, pushing again. The pressure on Phils's hips made a soft, impacting sound, and her delicate body instantly arched, her slender, white waist arching upward. She pursed her lips and let out a long, low moan. Then, her back softened, she slumped back down, embracing Diana for a long, breathless moment. Their cheeks pressed together, their chests rubbing against each other. By the time Diana, half dazed, woke, she'd barely blinked before those soft, saliva-laden lips had already laid upon her.

Diana instinctively pursed her lips and glared at Cesar, then sighed as she hugged Phils' waist and kissed her soft lips. As their tongues flicked and sucked each other, their lips became entangled, and strands of crystal saliva oozed from the corners of Diana's lips.

Cesar felt that Phils had collapsed in the entanglement of their bodies, and streams of water flowed from her body, almost drenching the snake's head and body. So he stopped tormenting her and slid down to change places. Diana, who had been immersed in the kiss, suddenly opened her eyes wide, and then a soft and gentle cry came from her throat, and she couldn't help but hug Phils' waist tightly.

"I think it's my turn to be the middleman," he said, then slowed down his movements and took in Diana's gentle breathing.

He leaned over and sucked on her red lips. When their tongues separated, forming a long line and their mouths were soaked with each other's saliva, he kissed Phils on the lips again, exchanging saliva with her. When Phils' cheeks were flushed and her lips were burning, she couldn't help but bite the tip of his tongue. Then he leaned over and kissed Diana's soft lips, which were still half-pursed to prevent a sound.

Diana gritted her teeth and wanted to bite him, but Cesar reached out and poked her pretty face, and pushed forward with all his might, causing her lips to open slightly and her teeth to part. Their lips and tongues met again, and the wonderful feeling immediately spread throughout their bodies along the kissing lips, causing him to kiss deeper and deeper, making her lips burn and her eyes blur. Once again, she gave her soft tongue to him to suck and bite.

Cesar felt Phils's white, smooth buttocks rubbing against his abdomen, gently arching. Diana's breaths became harder and harder to suppress as he moved, and she used her hands to caress Cesar's chest and back. When he stood up, she hugged Phils and kissed her again, sealing the sound between their delicate lips and tongues.

He supported himself on the quilt with one hand, and with the other caressed their breasts, pressed together. He pinched the two beads, twisting them, feeling their soft, supple texture beneath his fingers. Then he sank his wrists into their breasts, feeling the warmth and pressure of their palms and backs tightly wrapped around them. Finally, he slipped his fingers between their lips, where they had been kissing for a long time, teasing their entwined, slippery tongues.

The index finger would sometimes rest between Diana's lips, being licked and sucked by her along with Phil's tongue, and sometimes between Phil's lips, being licked and sucked by her along with Diana's tongue. Before long, it was stained with the saliva of both of them, and not long after, it was bitten by both of them, Diana biting harder, obviously with some emotion.

Diana pursed her lips, her long eyelashes trembling. Though her cheeks flushed and looked incredibly alluring, she glared at him, demanding a reckoning later. Phils, however, didn't care. Before her was Diana's sleek, graceful body, and behind her was his broad chest pressed against her back. She had already accepted the fact that she could satisfy her sexual desires between two people.

One of them even called her ancestor.

Cesar leaned down, kissing Phile's neck before biting Diana's lips, leaving teeth marks on each. He traced Diana's waistline downward, grasping her hips with both hands and lifting them upward, instantly pressing her abdomen against Phile's. Cesar also thrust his penis upward, clinging to Phile's body. He exhaled softly and slid it over the place where their skin touched. He felt the snake's upper and lower ends part softly, wrapping around it and crawling through it, resting on their pressed, rubbing bellies.

An itchy sensation soon spread from beneath them, causing Phils to moan softly. Diana pursed her lips, but unable to resist the pleasure, she entangled her lips and tongues with Phils again. Her eyelashes fluttered, her cheeks flushed, and her breasts pressed against Phils, deforming back and forth, while she held on tighter.

After an indeterminate moment, both of them shuddered, their bodies twitching, and a thick layer of turbid mucus seeped out from both, smearing the snake together. Cesar felt the upper and lower ends of the snake tightly wrapped around him, the delicate little mouth shrinking and compressing the snake's body. Suddenly, he could no longer hold back and released all his fluid along the point where their abdomens touched. The mucus continued to flow to the point where their chests touched, sticking together in the gap between them.

Cesar let out a long sigh, then lay down on the messy bedding and stretched out. Phils was still lazily clinging to Diana, hugging her slender waist and rubbing her cheek like a cat. Diana lay on her side towards him, her head resting on the pillow, staring at him for a long time.

"Don't you think you ought to say something, Cesar?" she asked at last.

"Is this, uh," he shrugged, "to call you over from the wasteland?"

"That doesn't sound very convincing," Diana pointed out.

He also turned sideways, his chest pressed against Firth's back. He stroked her flaxen hair for a moment, then placed his hand on Diana's slender waist. "The most unconvincing words are often the truth," he said. "Don't you think we've been in the wilderness for too long, and we've been dealing with city affairs all day? We should be here for a while, then lie in silence for a while, just like we are now."

Cesar's right hand slid down Diana's waist, intending to caress her buttocks, but she grabbed his hand and pulled it back, finally resting it on Phils' waist. Their fingers intertwined, neither of them able to move an inch. Phils grunted, then lay flat on her back, hugging each of their arms, one on each side.

"If it were just a year or two ago, I couldn't imagine I would do this," she sighed, looking down at Firth. "Really... Although I call her Finnie now, she's still the ancestor I've always revered. And you, Cesar, I now think you might be from the past. That way, your adaptation to the Crimson Realm and the split in your soul can be explained."

Chapter 346: Yisri's Head

......

While Diana was showering and changing, Cesar discovered Isley's head on their lab table. Her eyes were covered with a cloth, and she was placed in a sealed glass container, isolating her from the outside world. Although she looked unable to breathe, Cesar felt that she didn't need to breathe. If she did, she could use the severed neck of her headless body.

"Who is studying this guy's head now?" Cesar asked.

"I," said Fils, walking over with a damp, damp look on her face. "Diana and I decided it would be best if Isley didn't notice who was doing what. Then I was left to observe and study her."

"Can you touch her?"

"Gloves." She said, raising her white and tender hands and making a hand's width.

Cesar put himself in Isley's shoes and imagined what he was seeing and hearing. "Every time this guy opens his eyes, all he sees is a dark, lightless wall and a glove floating in the void?"

"No," Firth corrected her. "Not just by looking, but by no means can she sense my presence. No matter what method we know or don't know, nothing works."

He pondered for a moment, "Have you asked those goblins?"

"They need a royal family?"

"I think I mentioned this before."

"I asked Diana, and the conclusion is that Diana is a fairy from a different race, so she can't do it. Besides, they think that Altiniya is not easy to approach. You know, the real dragon dream, so she can't do it either. I won't say more. As for you, well... they said you don't meet their definition of beauty."

Cesar paused, "What do you mean? They think I'm ugly?"

Fils blinked nonchalantly. "Also, they've been asking about the whereabouts of the person who once possessed your soul. It seems that guy is more suitable than the others."

"According to you, the gender-ambiguous Kuna people are the ones who best fit their definition of beauty. As for me, well... why are they biting me all the time?"

"Because you bear traces of what they call their true god," she said, "so they treat you as some kind of precious animal that provides nourishment, like, you know, a farmer and the livestock they keep in their farmhouse."

Do they treat him as a hen and a cow?

Cesar shook his head. "Legosius really threw a lot of unpleasant things at me..."

"And then there's your fake niece," Firth said. She paced around to the glass container and turned it to face them. "The goblins say she's perfect, but one head won't do. If we capture her, offer her to them, and perform some kind of transformation ritual, she'll become one of them, a follower of Anarik."

"I think Ishri is already unusual enough, and any more won't make a difference," Cesar nodded. "So, if we bring back her headless body and her head and give them to the goblins for their ritual, she won't turn to Sagaros or any other temple for help. Then, using our research on her and my connection to the Crimson Realm, it won't be difficult to stop her from trying to kill us."

"Why not throw her into the Asylum Abyss? That way she won't be able to cause any more trouble." Firth asked him.

"My fake niece is a sharp blade. In the hands of others, if I don't use her to implicate the person who used her to stab me, it will be useless even if I get rid of her." He bent down and looked at Isley's head, watching her dry lips moving slightly. "Give her some water, or take her to wash. Her hair is almost stuck together." He said.

"You mean I should be a little gentler in my approach?" she said, frowning.

Cesar knew that Phils was used to dealing with evil creatures in old Sean's castle. If she didn't use gentler methods, this guy would end up in a bad way.

"This thing is both a sharp blade and a rope. If we grab her and keep pulling her back, we can implicate many powerful people standing behind the scenes - Clefas, Domini's court, and even the Imperial Chancellor. If she is willing to cooperate, we will have many more ways to resolve the threat." He said.

"Well," she said, "I hope you can convince her. I think she's gone mad trying to kill you."

"There's no way I can convince Isley with this situation just by talking." Cesar finished dressing and leaned over to kiss Fils's soft, water-stained lips. As their lips touched, he glanced sideways at the glass container where Isley's head sat like a wondrous work of art. He had to admit, the more he thought about how much trouble she'd caused him, the more he wanted to laugh at her absurd predicament.

It was strange that after so many life-and-death conflicts together, he should be filled with a desire to put her on a stage and let her play the puppet show.

He could use Isli as a spy to reach the court of the Kingdom of Dominion, or even continue north to the imperial court where Artinia was born, let her observe or even participate in their planning, and then hand over the meeting process to him.

If only he could do it.

......

Cesar walked up the wall of the inner city, leaned against the slit, and looked out.

He had gazed at the city for a long time under Diana's spell, but seeing it up close was a completely different experience. Before the war, he had also stood on this very wall and gazed out, and the contrast seemed like a world away.

Back then, he saw a vast complex of buildings and towering walls. Workers had erected vast scaffolding to repair, rebuild, and strengthen the structure, making it even more impenetrable. Not only were the bastions guarding the walls, but the other fortifications had also been constructed to the highest standards. Now, everything was unrecognizable.

From this vantage point, long, sharp lines shot from the city walls into the interior, slicing the entire city into a web-like pattern. On either side of the lines lay the wreckage of shapeless buildings, scorched by the scorch marks of fire. This sight undeniably demonstrated the terrifying power of the School of Mages and the necessity for the Pantheon and the Kasar Empire to restrict them. The Ghoul's Lair stood outside the city walls, a shattered hill, its crumbling towers piled atop it, seemingly unreachable in the early morning light.

Diana came to his side and, while accompanying him to look out over the shattered outer city, she gathered her messy hair into a bun. "Tie it for me," she said. "We're going to a lot of places and meet a lot of people, and we'll have to walk through the ruins, so this won't be very convenient."

Cesar reached out and took hold of her hair. He watched her tie it up with the ribbon, her white wrists gently moving at her neck. Honestly, this gesture and movement were quite ordinary, yet it possessed a captivating charm. As soon as she had tied her hair and brushed the ponytail away, he pulled her tightly into a hug from behind, lowering his head to kiss her fair neck.

Perhaps because they were on the city wall, Diana's cheeks flushed slightly. "You're holding me too tight, idiot," she bit his ear and said, "There are too many people down there."

Chapter 347 Standing on the Edge of the Age of Gods

"I want to calm down before I get busy," Cesar said to her. "Just hold you for a while, Diana."

Diana raised her hand and lifted his chin with her finger. "Are you still trying to calm down at this time?" she asked.

"I feel like I must need it all the time," he said.

"You are not allowed to say such things, Cesar," she said firmly, "especially not in public."

"If you keep being so strict with me, I'll be afraid of you."

"If you're afraid, I'll ask you to put your fear away too." Diana leaned back, leaning on him to look out over the outer city. "A frightened person can't support me, and a weak-kneed person can't be my backrest. Do you want me to personally nail boarding to your legs to prevent you from falling?"

Cesar shrugged. "Then you'll have to use the hammer and saw we brought with us into the wilderness, and you'll have to find the trees yourself. Without the tools you made and the boards you sawed yourself, you'll have reason to blame the tools and materials instead of your own poor carpentry."

"You're such a trick," she whispered, tilting her face to kiss him. The gentle morning breeze blew softly, and he breathed softly, nuzzling her nose and feeling her windswept hair brush his cheek. As he held her close in his arms, he could see the entire city surrounding them. Perhaps not just their own city, but the entire outside world, the kingdoms to the south and the shattered empire to the north, even Idris, the mages' home, and its temples, all within these walls.

She is like a symbol of this outside world.

"Maybe I came at the wrong time?"

The sound startled Cesar, causing him to cough and nearly bite Diana's hair. Legosius, clad in knightly armor, emerged from the tower and approached the inner city walls. He had changed, looking like a completely different young knight, even more human and more spirited than the stiff-faced young officers who often appeared at political meetings. His steps were brisk, his demeanor confident and easygoing, and his hair, like the legendary Kuna, was white—and his face remained androgynous.

If this guy wasn't the White Nightmare and was just dressed as a Kuna, Cesar really wanted to throw it to those evil goblins.

He had a lot of opinions about Legosius, but it didn't care. It greeted them with a friendly smile and then walked closer.

"Don't mind it," it said. "We are already very familiar with each other. You can continue to hug her or kiss her as if I don't exist."

Cesar was slightly taken aback. "Don't tell me you came here just to enjoy other people expressing their love."

"Indeed." Legosius ran a hand over the city wall, admiring the ruins and rubble beneath it with interest, as if it were a lush garden. "However, I didn't expect you to handle the matter so perfectly, and to thwart Zaburon's plan in a way I hadn't anticipated. The last descendant of the Kuna royal family turned out to be another part of your soul. This event surpasses all the drama I've witnessed so far. Although it came suddenly, without any foreshadowing, and changed the already planned plot, I am excited to think that this is only the beginning, not the end."

Cesar frowned. "I know you threw me there just to enjoy my helpless expression, but you didn't have to be so explicit, Legosius."