Shadow of the Evil God

"Don't tell me about mathematical terms from my previous life," she exclaimed. "I hate math, and I never felt I belonged in that world. If something separates us, then I am Sephora from this world, and you are Xu Duanwu from that world. All of that world belongs to you, and has nothing to do with me."

"You're so decisive," Cesar shook his head. "Then tell me, what belongs to you? All of this world?"

"Nothing should belong to me," said Sevra.

He too was shocked. "It makes me feel guilty when you keep saying this, Sevra, as if I've stolen all the meaning of existence and all the desire to live from your heart."

"You won't feel guilty if I put a knife to your throat," she said indifferently.

"Do you know?"

"Of course I will," she said.

Cesar took a step forward, watching as Sevra rapidly grew larger in his eyes, so close he could almost kiss her face. But the next moment, it wasn't her lips that were approaching, but her sharp blade, so close it was right where she had said it was, so fast it was almost imperceptible.

"The throat is right here, why don't you try pressing it?" he asked.

Sevra frowned at him, then pressed the blade down, drawing a painful line of blood. "Though our personalities and memories have crossed paths more than once, honestly, Cesar, you remain the most unpredictable person I've ever met," she said. "Do you want to be an Isri, too? Do you want me to take your head and wear it on my belt?"

"When you cut off my head, I hope you will think that you have taken back the meaning and desire you lost from me, Sephora. If you still can't feel anything, even if you press the knife down, you still can't feel anything, you might as well squat down and poke the stone on the ground." Cesar said.

Their eyes met, and a long silence lingered. In truth, Sevra remained silent most of the time, as if savoring the emptiness and silence of the tomb, akin to herself. Most of the time, it was only when Cesar asked questions that her stagnant thoughts stirred, like the dropping of a pebble into a lake. But a lake is still a lake; no matter how many stones you throw, it will only stir temporarily.

"It's rare that your rhetoric works for me," said Sevra. She put away her knife and seemed to lose interest all of a sudden. She even sat down against the steps, like an autistic cat.

Cesar sat down next to her. "If you take everything I say as a rhetoric and don't want to take it seriously," he said, "then I think it would be better if something extreme happened between us."

She glanced at me. "Does this mean we're approaching the worst fork in the road? Then let me ask you again, what do you want me to take? Your head? Or your limbless body?"

"I think we should have died in internal strife without having to encounter the beastmen," said Cesar.

Chapter 386 You Can Try My Blood

Sephora spread her hands toward him. "We're fighting because you keep chattering, Cesar, and you're always questioning other people's—well, your own hearts. But it's precisely because it's our own hearts that we don't want to look at them, we don't want to question them. No one wants to—well, you're different. You doubt and question yourself every now and then." She frowned as she spoke. "Tsk, what's going on?"

"You've said everything I wanted to say," Cesar shrugged. "You can already play both me and yourself."

She raised her hand and slapped him on the shoulder. With a click, his shoulder bone was dislocated and his arm fell down.

"What the hell," Sevra said, picking up his arm again and snapping it back in place. "And don't let me see you shrug again. Find someone else to do that."

He took a long breath and said, "You are too cruel to yourself."

"You've been too indulgent with yourself and the people around you, especially that she-wolf." She took out some dry food from her bag, broke it in half, and gave him one portion. "Here, eat the dry food. If you still want to travel with me, forget about the blood and your omnipresent desires."

"Not even Diana asked me to do that," Cesar complained.

"What does that man have to do with me?" Sevra took a small bite of dry food. "I don't understand the morality of Western aristocrats. Besides, I'm asking this of myself. As long as you stay near me, you influence me constantly, just like a person's two sides influence each other. If I don't do something, I will be stained by your dirty water and become pitch black."

Cesar smiled.

"If you want to draw a line between ourselves and where we come from, you have to say Eastern nobles," he reminded her. "In this place, those west of the Sheltering Abyss are the Sassulai, and those east are the Franks. If you say Eastern nobles, then you are a Sassulai, but if you say Western nobles..."

She remained silent, but her right hand went out of control, crushing the dry food and scattering the crumbs all over the floor. Then she picked up the remaining crumbs in her palm, twisted them between her index finger and thumb, put them into her mouth bit by bit, and chewed slowly.

Cesar said nothing, breaking the half in his hand into two halves again, placing one of the halves in her palm, and finishing his portion in two or three bites. She held a quarter of the dry food and looked at him in silence for a long time.

"Sevra is a female name," she suddenly said. "Although I can't remember the past, I think Sevra was both our former name and our former identity. So now, we have two identities. One of them has a completely blank history, but I feel she is closer to me, and the one before that is closer to you."

"Aren't both identities a combination of you and me?" he asked. "I don't think one is closer to the other—I think they're both equally close. The earliest folklorists didn't have the deep desires of Cesar, and later Sevra, no matter what she went through, certainly wasn't as nihilistic and escapist as you."

Her brow furrowed slightly, "Your descriptions are becoming increasingly derogatory."

"I still remember what you said back then," Cesar spread out his hands, "--the palaces and buildings you're so proud of, in my eyes, are nothing more than stones stacked in different ways, imitating the branches of trees in the woods. They don't look much different, except that the former is colorful and disturbing, while the latter, though monotonous, is much more comfortable."

Sevra remained expressionless, only her lips twitching slightly. Her androgynous face, neither handsome nor delicate, was truly attractive. "It's unsettling that you remember it so clearly, Cesar, but I just want to follow my own path. So, can you think about why, at some point along the way, I wanted to kill you?"

"Not necessarily to kill me," he said. "Maybe to cut off my limbs and take me away to dispose of me slowly."

"You are too stout, and with all the fatigue of the journey, it would be better to take only the head."

Cesar smiled. "Look, even though you were just joking, I think the fact that you'd make such a joke means you really do have the idea of ​​doing so, and the possibility is even quite high. And I think this idea just proves the similarities between you and me - if there's someone who's hard to kill, and if that person can be useful, I'd consider cutting off that guy's head and taking it away, and the same goes for you."

She bit off a small piece of dry food and chewed it slowly.

"Useful... what use could it be?" Sevra said. "Your sight can't turn people to stone. What good is a head like yours?"

"We can get an endless supply of blood from the Crimson Realm," Cesar explained. "If we get lost in the graves and can't return to the bonfire, or if the remaining memory of Jiralo, who has been preparing the bonfire and supplies for us, disappears, we will have to find a way to be self-reliant. Let me put it this way, do you like drinking blood?"

She closed her eyes. "I don't like it. I only eat cooked wild animal meat."

"You can try my blood," he leaned closer to her and lowered his voice, "I can guarantee that—"

Before Cesar could finish, Sephora yanked his arm away. "Your words of seduction are very interesting," she said without even opening her eyes, "but don't let me hear them, and don't act as if it's nothing."

It’s all for me.”

"I think this is almost as good as surgery, don't you think?" He shook his dislocated arm. "Just now you asked me to think about the source of the fork in the road. Now, don't you think it doesn't require any thought at all? It's too easy."

She reattached his arm and shook her head. "I made a big deal out of it, but you fed the severed arm directly to the wolves, and I can't think of any other way to warn you. Since you think it was excessive, I apologize, and it won't happen again."

"No, you're completely unironic, aren't you? If you don't respond, won't it seem like I'm being too much?"

Sephora broke off a small piece of bread and tossed it into her mouth, then stood up. "I'm not interested in sarcasm," she said. "Anyway, we're almost done exploring this area. There aren't many threats on the outskirts. The Beastmen aren't on the same timeline as us, and as long as I don't stray too far from you, she won't show up to kill you. Next, we just need to find the transit hall that Jiralo mentioned, and then we can move to the next area with our campfire."

Cesar studied her expressionless face. Through the hair tumbling down her ear, he could clearly see her dark, unperturbed pupils, representing everything about him. "It's incredibly difficult to have a conversation with someone who knows you so well," he sighed. "But I think this is also a hurdle to overcome, don't you think? If I can convince that other side of myself, my art of speaking will surely improve significantly."

She looked back at me, her short hair brushing against her cheek. "Do you always have to make things complicated when you're doing something important?"

He shook his finger. "In Giralo's words, this is called extending my branches to cover all the possibilities I see and outline all the blueprints I feel. Here, you are the source of this possibility that extends in all directions."

"That's not how an old man's words work, Cesar," Sevra glared at him. "If I were him, I'd definitely swing my cane and give you a good whack on the head."

Chapter 387 This is called the art of speaking

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Cesar discovered that walking through the same corridor with different people gave him completely different atmospheres and feelings.

Was it because Sephora inherited Iskrig's blood at birth that the tomb recognized her as a member of the Kuna royal family and accorded her due respect? Or was it because Ajeh was a beastman, which led to unpredictable events? He couldn't say for sure. But after the bonfire moved, he took Ajeh on a wandering trip along the path they had once walked, and as they walked, he felt that the entire tomb had changed.

"Are you worried about Sevra on the other side of the road?" Ajeh asked him. "I don't think you need to worry. We can't fight the other two alone, but any two of us together can kill the other. You and I can kill Sevra, or you and she can kill me. The latter seems unlikely, but if necessary, we can try."

"You really do say whatever's on your mind," Cesar said.

"Is there anything I can't tell you?" She didn't care at all. "If the two of you from the other forks come to kill me, that's perfect. If the bodies don't disappear, I'll definitely fill a hall with your two bodies and my own, and write down which forks they came from."

They arrived at the crypt Cesar had passed through earlier. He and Sevra had been there together, and they had seen the crypt, paved with stone slabs, as ordinary as the others. There was nothing on display, save for a pried-open sarcophagus containing a single ancient skeleton. He entered with Ajeh, only to find a deep darkness at the end. The floor and walls vanished into a darkness with no bottom, no edge, no end. It felt like the boundary in Brother Mila's dream.

"Let's go in and try!" Ajeh's emotions suddenly became excited. "There must be something in there." She grabbed his shoulders. "You and Sevra passed through this place and found nothing, which means there is a great danger in this darkness."

"You're expecting too much," Cesar frowned. "I want to proceed with caution."

Before she could finish her words, Ajeh picked up a Kuna thigh bone from the sarcophagus and tossed it carelessly into the darkness. There was no response; he heard nothing, felt nothing. The bone might have fallen to the ground, but it made no sound. Perhaps it had sunk, sank into the swampy darkness.

"Didn't we come here to uncover the mystery?" She brushed the dirt off her hands and picked up another skull. There was nothing in the skull's empty eye sockets, but it was still a skull after all.

Cesar glared at her. "Would you please stop picking up the body from the coffin and throwing it around like it was a rock?"

"Oh, yes, respect the dead." Ajeh shrugged as he did. "It's a meaningless human custom, and only among some humans. What good is it if I bury it in the ground? I might as well throw it like a rock. Besides, it's a shame to let the remains rot."

"I know what you're going to tell me. If you have any self-awareness at all, you should change the subject right now."

"This woman died young," she chuckled nonchalantly. "If I were here, I'd turn her flesh and blood into something better, and chew up and eat each bone. In my opinion, the best place for the dead's flesh and blood is in another living being, even if it means rotting in the earth, returning to the spirit. It shouldn't be placed in a stone coffin. These bones are not even worth chewing."

Cesar shook his head, remembering Sephora's accusations of overindulgence in himself and those around him. "Then let us both step back," he said. "Let us explore this darkness with caution, not rushing headfirst into it. You need not pick up the thigh bone that was thrown, but you must return the skull to its place."

"Don't you think it could be useful? The Kuna tombs and skulls are truly marvelous." Ajeh's smile widened. "Back when I first began to remember, I stood by Firiels, helping the Fran Empire annihilate the Beastmen and protect the remaining Kuna people east of the Abyss." She bent down, leaned forward, and thrust her upper body into the sarcophagus. "Digging graves is nothing compared to impaling them alive on stakes."

"The cursed ancestors?"

"Or the guilty ancestors will do." Ajiehe held the skull in her left hand and dug around in the sarcophagus with her right claws. "Let me see what else is inside..."

"At least stop messing around in the coffin with your claws."

She wagged her tail impatiently. "Come on, where do you get all this unnecessary morality? You're not a Frank, a Kuna, or even a Sassulai from the west. You have nothing to do with any of the other peoples of the Northern Empire. To you, what's the difference between these things and the stones on the ground?"

"It sounds like we both have our own moral values, and neither of us can convince the other?"

She smiled. "Yes, at least you know that this is my moral concept. How comforting! Many people just use their own morals to call our behavior reckless, but I think they are blindly believing and stupid."

Cesar also laughed. "So, since you asked me to put aside my own meaningless morality, why don't you put aside yours too, Ajiehe?"

Ajiehe restrained her smile and asked, "Are you setting me up?"

Cesar grabbed her tail and

With a squeeze, her upper body, which had been leaning into the sarcophagus, suddenly arched. "That's called the art of speaking!" He ripped open the hem of her pants and slapped her hairy butt hard. The crisp sound immediately echoed in the narrow tomb. "Put the skull back in your hand," he said.

"I'm not your student. I won't do anything you say!"

He grasped her tail and pulled upward, resting his hand on her round buttocks, caressing them twice before slapping them down again. This time, the pressure was subtle. Ajehe wanted to turn back, but instead, she let out a low cry and instinctively lifted her hips. Cesar kneaded her twice, squeezing her plump buttocks until they buckled under his fingertips. Then, while she was distracted, he slapped her again, her insides already oozing with slime.

"What we mean by each taking a step back is this." Cesar placed two fingers on her moist lips and flicked them twice like feathers, causing her to gasp softly. "If I decide to respect your idea and take you to explore this darkness, you must also respect mine and listen to my requests."

"Your request is too trivial and boring." said Ajiehe.

He continued to tease her, but didn't explore further. He only heard her panting intensify, her waist twisting like a snake, her legs tensed, but nothing could relieve the itch beneath her. He pulled her tail up with his left hand, forcing her buttocks to lift. His right index finger and thumb had already opened her two raised lips.

Outside the two narrow arcs was gray fluff, while inside the arcs was a bright pink, emitting a moist luster, with a small bead in the middle that bulged slightly. Cesar pressed it and fiddled with it, and her waist suddenly bent into a crescent shape.

"Let's talk about something more trivial," Cesar said. "What were you doing when you first started following Ferrieres?"

Chapter 388 Your seeds have taken root and sprouted

"You're asking me about my past at a time like this? Are you kidding me?"

"Isn't this scene bringing back some memories for you, Ajeh?" Cesar sighed. He grasped her tail like a wild animal, gripping her waist tightly as he poured intense desire and heat into her body. The moment he reached the end of her body, her lips, ready to absorb his seed, closed around him, calling for the birth of an offspring as if by their own will.

To be honest, he got along with everyone differently, but around this guy, he often felt like he had turned into a beast.

Cesar held her hips and lifted them effortlessly, forcing her upper body forward into the stone coffin. As the snake's head ground against her greasy flesh, she continued to secrete mucus, her body temperature gradually rising, wrapping around it and tightening and squeezing, almost like a warm, wet mouth trying its best to suck his seed.

He slapped Ajeh's buttocks, listening to her sweet moans in response, as he pulled his penis from her front and thrust it, smeared with sticky fluid, deep into her back. He was becoming increasingly adept at satisfying his desires and mastering her body. Now, he reached out and placed his hands on her furry belly, his fingers pressing and caressing with varying degrees of pressure. He leaned forward a little, finding yet another way to satisfy her burning desire.

The snake leaned forward with his waist, and his fingers touched her moist path, massaging her body back and forth. Her panting and screaming gradually became blurred, and under his touch, her desire became stronger, like ripples sweeping through her nerves, bringing a strong tremor.

Ajeh twisted her waist, her belly heaving. The itching in her vagina was unbearable, but she could only endure the caressing from front to back through the barrier. This made her increasingly anxious. Her tail tightened around his wrist, her hips thrusting back and forth against his lower abdomen. Her voice grew more frantic, her twisting more intense, her hair flying everywhere.

Cesar felt he could see her longing, not a hazy perception, but a clear insight. He had always tried to minimize the influence of his path in his lust, even asking Diana to use magic to suppress it after he had harmed her, shackled her, and content himself with a hazy experience. But with this creature, who also carried the aura of the Crimson Realm, he, either actively or passively, released his restraints.

Their paths began to respond to each other, he helped her up, hugged her tightly from behind, pressed their skin against hers, twisted together, every inch of their skin rubbing against each other.

His left hand grasped Ajiehe's erect breasts, first rubbing and kneading the bright red beads, then atomizing and splitting from her wrist, transforming into tentacles that were not real or real, wrapping around her layer by layer. The tiny ends of those tentacles even wrapped around the delicious beads, carefully kneading, sucking, savoring, even tasting her sweat.

Her reaction became more and more intense, and the tip of the bead had already secreted white juice inexplicably. He could taste the sweetness.

Cesar's eyes met hers. He could undoubtedly see the burning gaze between them, the longing in their souls. He touched her animal-like nose, bit her lips, licked her furry cheek, and took her long, trembling ear in his mouth and teased it with the tip of his tongue.

By this time the path behind her was already feeling pleasure, rubbing and contracting as hard as it could, absorbing his seed, but her front still needed to be filled.

So, Cesar's right hand went down, covering her wet lips, and soon split apart from the mist of his wrist, plucking her lips and going deep into her. They licked and explored inside, going deeper and deeper, feeling her hot temperature, tasting the taste of her juices, enjoying the pressure and sucking of her path, like many tiny tongues.

Ajeh slashed his shoulder with her canine teeth, bit his neck and lip, and dragged him down, landing among the sarcophagus and bones. From her bloodstained lips, her face began to spread outward, her gray, slanted eyes radiating fervor and passion, without a trace of resignation. Her grin, pierced by fangs and stained with blood, was a smile of defiance.

This person's peculiarity was that she couldn't inspire normal desire. When she laughed, it wasn't joy, but rather playfulness and mockery. Deep down, there was a profound indifference, as if everything was simply a way to confirm her own independent thinking. The gentle caressing and soothing offered by Diana or Firth was almost meaningless to her. She longed for a passionate, aching love, one that contained a great deal of excessive pain and enjoyment.

Ajeh lay prone amidst the bones, her hips raised to savor the pleasure he brought her, her increasingly long tail wrapped around his waist, pulling him against her. He alternated between moving in front of her and behind her, pouring out his burning seed, while his misty, split right hand also stretched her open to explore and caress her in the other direction, satisfying her desire in one place while the other tingled unbearably, calling for him to penetrate deeper.

She continued to ejaculate, yet she continued to thrust her round hips to welcome him into another place, wrapping it tightly and tightly, never relaxing for a heartbeat. It would collapse for a moment at most, and then it would be provoked to jump again by her provocation.

Ajiehe's breasts were completely wrapped in his misty, split left hand. The beads were teased and twisted by them until they were hard and tough. The two circles of red also swelled outwards, secreting more and more juice. She stretched out her tongue and dripped saliva down, then turned back to lick the wound on his lips: "Do you have any more questions, huh? Look at your confused

He looks like he's gone mad. Is there any sanity left?"

Cesar kissed her and whispered, "You are so provocative..."

Ajiehe smiled. "Of course. We are on the same path. Why can't I?"

Cesar took a deep breath and placed his full weight against her back, sinking deep into her, thrusting his hips. Her buttocks opened to the sides under his pressure, pressing his abdomen even tighter against hers, forcing him deeper inside. Her vagina began to spasm and contract again, her soft lips wrapping around the snake's head to absorb his seed, sending waves of pleasure through her. But he wasn't satisfied. His misty, split right hand wrapped around the snake's body, pushing deeper until he reached her deepest entrance.

Then they began to tease and knead along the line that was wrapped around the snake's head, stretching it out.

Cesar sank deeper and deeper into his embrace, and Ajeh's fair cheeks grew redder and redder. She panted, turning back to kiss him again and again, the kiss deepening, their tongues entwined more and more tightly. When it finally pushed open those soft lips and sank into them, she strained her neck, eyes wide, and for a moment lost in thought. A human would have fainted, but she simply moaned for a long time, her tongue still hanging out, before collapsing, powerless.

He sat up and held her body facing him on his knees. He continued to stir her seed-filled area while pressing his broad chest against her juice-filled breasts.

"Tell me about your earliest memory." Cesar slapped her red buttocks hard and heard her let out a long cry.

"Kiss me, Father..."

Ajeh hugged his neck, pulled his face close to hers, and placed her extended tongue in his mouth, letting him suck and taste it. Cesar relished her misty gaze. When their lips parted, saliva had already formed a ball on their tongues. Unbeknownst to him, both tongues had grown long and bright red, practically tangled in a knot. He had to reach out and exert considerable effort to untie them.

"What can I say?" She swallowed, "It's nothing but an endless war."

"What's the situation?"

"You suck out my juice first..." Ajiehe closed her eyes and hugged his head. "My body can already feel your seed taking root and sprouting. My chest is swollen and uncomfortable. I have to ask you to squeeze it for the time being."