Shadow of the Evil God

"Your beauty is beyond my control, mistress," he said with a forced compliment.

"It's a rather lame compliment, but it's still pleasant to hear it from you. Lift your head, move the stool over here, and tidy up the clothes you haven't done for me. You're not trying to fool me with just a few words of self-pity, are you? By the way, there's a bunch of roses in bloom in the garden by the window, pick them for me too."

When Cesar walked back and forth from the window with the ladder, she reached out to take the bouquet he picked and buried her face in it. After a long while, she let go of the bouquet.

He waited for the guy to speak.

"This flower has been carefully tended and imbued with carefully prepared human blood, yet it doesn't look much more attractive than a bouquet growing in the wild," Arlandi said nonchalantly. "Do you know the song?"

"I don't know, I never paid attention to your poetry," said Cesar.

"Here lies a beautiful young girl. Because of the mud, filth, and dirt, roses grew in her skin. Years later, the scent that rises from it will not be just the fragrance of roses," she chanted softly.

Cesar knew with his bare feet that her servants were being used as fertilizer.

"Should I be glad that I'm not a delicate girl?" he asked.

Arlandi smiled. "Even though your memory is shattered, you are incredibly intelligent. Once you regain everything you have, you might achieve something even greater than Milava. What do you think of this idea?"

"There are no Chosen Ones after that year, Mistress. Milava is the last one."

She stood quietly, her hand brushing against the candlestick beside the table, lifting the orange-red light within. Then, she brushed it over him, and the snowflakes that had fallen on his hair and clothes gathered around the halo, condensing into an icy blue lamp. She casually placed the icy lamp back in the candlestick.

"Check my dress," said Alante. "Check every corner inside and out. If you can't find what you've done wrong, we'll have to give you more medicine tonight. Don't blame me for not telling you."

Cesar reached out and touched her bare shoulder, hooking her strap and gently undoing it to examine her inner garments. Her shoulders were half exposed, her white breasts faintly visible through her dress, making her even more disorienting than when she was naked. He shook his head and looked back at the ice lantern, trying to divert his attention.

"I've never seen that kind of spell in the school," he said.

"This kind of magic did not reach the time of the Franks," said Alanti.

"Is that right?"

"It was during the time when the Tomb of the Wise began to decline," she said. "That year my school and I perished in the Tomb, taking all our knowledge with us, including this spell."

"Uh?"

"Many years later, the posthumous child was born in the wilderness. I crawled out of my mother's womb, who had died during childbirth. In just over ten minutes, I grew from a baby to a seventeen-year-old child. I also killed a wild dog. I relied on its flesh and blood to make my way to the nearby Flan tribe, and then became the tribe's leader for a while."

"Is this the beginning?" Cesar asked her cautiously.

Arlandi smiled and narrowed her beautiful eyes. "That's something you'll have to figure out on your own, dear."

Chapter 420 I Will Punish You

......

Cesar couldn't explain the length of the dream, nor how ancient the origins of Allandi were. He only knew that at first he thought Diana's bloodline originated in a time long before the Kuna people were extinct. Later, he thought it originated in a time when the Kuna were about to be extinct. After experiencing this dream, he learned that this was not the origin of the bloodline at all, but that its origins were even earlier, in the era when the Tomb of the Wise was declining.

It seemed like an endless tracing back. Just when he thought the Yestren School's origins were incredibly ancient, he always found even older clues. Even Jiralo was now far removed from the era she had lived through. To get to the truth, he had to follow the remnants of Allandi and Milava all the way to the end.

In addition, there is the Tomb of the Wise Men.

It was clear that Allandi knew the Tomb of the Wise very well. In Jirallo's time, the Tomb of the Wise had actually been seldom visited. However, during the period she revealed, the Tomb of the Wise had just begun to decline, with pilgrims becoming frighteningly numerous. In her own experience alone, an entire generation had perished in the Tomb of the Wise.

Could it be that Ferrieres's extraordinary knowledge of the Tomb of the Wise was due to the fragments of information Alanti had revealed to her? Thinking deeper, could it be that when Milava led his army to excavate the Tomb of the Wise, it was also because Alanti had revealed these fragments, leading him to believe that the Tomb of the Wise could save his empire?

Cesar felt that there was a tinge of terror in Alranti's actions, that he would lead those around him into the abyss without realizing it. Milava was like that, as was Sephora back then, and perhaps even Ferriers.

He sat up in the tent, feeling much better, though strangely cold. Gouzi was blinking beside him, and Ajiehe was sleeping on his chest, her hair disheveled and her lips slightly parted, puffing out wisps of white mist. She looked like a wild animal trying to keep warm.

Cesar looked up and saw the furnishings of Allandi's bedroom looming in the tent. Pulling back a curtain, he could see snowflakes falling in the tomb, drifting among the dreamlike flowers. This place was clearly a treetop, and above him was another dense canopy. How could there be flowers and snow?

Remnants of memory overshadow reality...

He looked up and caught a glimpse of a vague vision. Then he remembered that it was Arlandi who was dissatisfied with the clothes he had packed. She had told him to kneel in front of the bed. A delicate, slender foot, delicate as a piece of jade, stretched down from the edge of the bed and told him to lick her toes carefully. Beneath the hem of her dress was a delicate buttock, with round, plump, white lips covered with a little white fuzz.

Cesar felt dazed and opened his mouth, but no words came out. Suddenly, he realized the feeling in his dream was still vivid on his lips. A graceful arch of her foot curved down, touching his lower lip. Her toes, with astonishing dexterity, pressed against the surface of his tongue, tickling him. Her figure was vague, almost indistinct, but the soft flesh of her arch and the touch of her toes were unmistakable, as if someone were actually sitting there.

The wind howled, the snow whistled, and a girl, as white as snow, sat lazily on the edge of the bed. Her crimson dress was tightly wrapped around her, but her shoulders were half exposed, and her lower body was imprinted in front of him. In a trance, he felt himself holding her feet, his lips pressed to her soles and kissing to her ankles, then kissing her snow-white, smooth calves, kissing her knees, and kissing all the way to her thighs, his cheek buried in the hem of her dress.

Beneath the hem of the young girl Arlandi's skirt lay darkness, but her delicate lips were right at the tip of his nose, separated only by a thin sliver of cloth. He reached out and parted her lining with his hands, then nuzzled them apart. Those two ridged lips pressed against his, emitting a moist mist. A gentle lick released a stream of pure passion that flowed into his parched throat. Her snow-white legs were already draped over his shoulders, wrapped around his neck, urging him closer and closer, the kiss deepening.

Cesar could clearly feel his tongue pushing into her, pressing against her wet, hot flesh.

"Are you sure Milava is the last of the Chosen, dear?" she said softly.

Is Alanti talking to him? Where is he talking to him? At what time?

"indeed so......"

She hooked her arm around his neck even tighter, "Will the Kamishiro Patrol ever happen again?"

"The last tour of the Age of Gods was conducted by Ferriers," Cesar said subconsciously. "She once had the opportunity to become the chosen one, but she ultimately chose to become a mage, a type never before seen. People call her Grandmaster Ferriers."

"It seems she deserves further support." Alante said, stepping back. She put one foot on his chest and lifted his chin with the other foot. "Your shadow in the afterlife is really tall, my dear? Why? Because you are too short now?"

"I feel a little dizzy..."

"Never mind, touch me."

Cesar nodded, reaching out to stroke her white legs, cupping the pert hip beneath her dress. Though small, it was incredibly round, its skin translucent and smooth. With a gentle pressure of his fingers, a rosy red hue shone through the whiteness, a delicate, almost brittle texture. Her soft, bright red lips, exposed at his fingertips, looked like rose petals covered in snow, nestled between her legs, a truly captivating sight.

He held her ankles, held her down and slowly thrust in. Amidst the low gasps, her soft and delicate lips sank inwards under the pressure of the snake head, and the bulge clamped it tightly, stuck in the middle and unable to move.

move.

Cesar, in a trance, saw a smaller version of himself entwined with the girl in front of him. He had already penetrated as far as a boy could go, which was to say, too shallow. Slightly confused, he thought he was going to stop there, but then he felt those soft lips suddenly part. Warmth spread beneath him, and he was instantly trapped in the softness of her embrace. He pulled out a little, saw her delicate lips tug at the pull, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, stretching her tight flesh apart and thrusting straight in, until her abdomen bulged upward.

"There's a deep hatred in your desire. It's like you want to torture me, to strangle me and make me cry." Alanti placed a hand on her snow-white belly, took a labored breath, and swallowed a trickle of saliva. "Did we clash in the afterlife?"

"You haven't lived long enough..."

"You're such a joke," she said, her cheeks flushed. "How could I not live to see the afterlife? I heard that slaves all want to harm their masters, and it seems that you are one of them. Perhaps I need to train you again, to make you more... uh, loyal to me, to carve that mark on you..."

He grasped the girl's snow-white hips and pushed forward, feeling the soft passageway tightly wrap around the snake's body, rubbing from the area just below the head, sucking at all the scales. The entire snake was wrapped in her soft embrace, incredibly tight and intensely hot. As his movements quickened, she quickly adjusted to the size difference, and her frown slowly relaxed.

Time passed slowly, and the blush on Arlandi's face grew more intense. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and her hands were on his chest. "Yes," she said, "and my dear sister, to prevent any accidents, you should also treat her as your master. Although she is your master, but..."

Cesar held her, turned her around, and penetrated her from behind, making it easier to penetrate. Her moans grew sweeter, her long hair cascading down her fair neck and onto the blankets. Her delicate, soft body was oozing with sweat, its paleness tinged with pink. He lowered himself, pushing her down onto the bed, and licked up her back, savoring the silky, wet texture of her sweat. He kissed and licked, then lifted her arms, licking along the indentations of her back to her armpits, biting the damp, soft flesh.

She covered her mouth, her voice intensifying. Her round, white hips rose back, sliding against his abdomen, flushing from his thrusts. Cesar felt someone calling him, it seemed to be Gouzi's voice. Although he couldn't remember who Gouzi was, her voice somehow sobered him up. His movements became more brutal. He felt he really wanted to make the girl beneath him cry, so he reached into her dress without hesitation, grasping her two white, smooth breasts and kneading them.

He felt the snake's head repeatedly stretch her body, pushing up against her belly, scraping across her wrinkles. The subtle touches grew stronger and stronger, and her body temperature rose higher and higher. Her face looked drunken, and she leaned softly against him, her white breasts completely in his hands, deforming with his caress. Not only was their skin tense, but their nipples also hardened and perked, and they seemed to ooze blood when held between his fingers.

The girl's moans grew softer and softer, her skin radiating fragrance. Her penetrated body grew slippery like melted oil, making a wet sound as it entered and exited. "Cursed Path..." she moaned laboriously, panting. "No wonder my desire is so strong. How did you manage to carry this Path into the afterlife?"

The feeling of being wrapped around him grew tighter and tighter, a trance. Her entire body flushed pink, and she thrust her hips forward to accept his movements. Finally, her body suddenly softened and began to tremble. It felt like many small mouths sucking on every turn of his snake, constantly wriggling and rubbing, and immediately he released uncontrollably.

As Cesar released himself, he held her tightly and bit her shoulder. A moment later, a stream of cool, clear water mixed with muddy liquid seeped out from the gap. She seemed to be fainting, her body arched, her round buttocks tensed, and her red and tender pearls engorged with blood. When he pulled out, her soft lips were still shrinking.

He placed her at the foot of the bed and watched as her lips slowly opened and closed, stretched beyond their capacity to close, blood streaking through them. Suddenly, they stretched, releasing a stream of mucus, then another. After a long moment, they slowly tightened and closed, as if nothing had happened.

After a few breaths, Arlandi put her inner garments back in their place and breathed a sigh of relief. She dressed as if nothing had happened, then stood up on her slender feet and spun around on the bed, as if she had suddenly transformed into the ball queen slowly spinning in the bedroom.

"Don't mind it," she said, leaning forward, getting off the bed, and standing beside him with light steps. "Want to take a walk in the falling snow outside the window? Carry me out, I'll just ask you a few questions."

Someone seemed to be calling Cesar to wake up and look behind him, but Alante immediately reached out, held his cheek, and made him bury his cheek in her soft breasts. "Look at me, child, I'm here," she whispered softly.

As he raised his head, Alanti nodded in satisfaction.

"I have to remind you to be careful not to let the flowers in the bush tear my clothes." She sat down on his arm as if nothing had happened, dangled her slender feet on his lower abdomen, then lifted her legs and pointed her toes to his right.

"The castle window is over there," she said. "I can't see where you are, if it's a wall.

Just smash it. If it is a cliff, take me with you and jump down. I will make sure you are safe. But if you don’t cross, you will suffer in the afterlife because I will punish you in your past life. Don’t blame me for not telling you.

Cesar picked up Allandi. Although there was no curtain in front, he still lifted the bottom of the tent, bent down and went out, and then put down the tent cloth. The heavy snow blew between the two layers of treetops, and the flowers fluttered in the wind, looking extremely unreal.

He found each step incredibly laborious, and these few steps seemed longer than usual. The winter sky was faintly visible between the treetops. "Have you been peeking over there for long?" Alanti winked at the shadow beside him. "My dear sister."

"I didn't mean to..." someone muttered. "What is that dark shadow? Why is it looming over this boy?"

Cesar frowned slightly, and suddenly his feet went soft. He found that he had no strength left, and his body became thin and weak. Looking again, Alante, who was half a head taller than him, jumped down from an invisible void and patted her skirt. The treetops were gone. What treetops? "Give me your hand, little one." Alante said, interrupting his reverie. She stretched out her left hand to him, and in her right hand she held a sharp dagger. "I want to punish you for something you will do a long time from now. Do you know what this means?"

"You look injured, mistress." Cesar glanced over her shoulder in confusion. "Did something bite you?"

"There's a monster that can only move in my bedroom, so the moment we walked out of the window, it disappeared." Alanti sighed, "But I still remember what happened just now. It's really shocking, dear, you make me a little annoyed."

Chapter 421: Relationship with Civilization and History

"Monster?" Ferriers ran over in small steps. "How could I not know there were such things as monsters in this world? Isn't that something only ignorant peasants would say?" she muttered. She was a head shorter than Cesar and looked like a little ghost, hiding in the shadows and invisible.

"You can use the word monster for something that shouldn't exist," said Alanti.

"Shouldn't exist?"

"For example, things in the future shouldn't exist in the present," she replied softly.

"Things from the future?" Fieris was surprised, her eyes widening. "Did you find this? How could there be such a spell? I've only seen it in the myths and legends of the Kuna people. Is this spell really there?"

"Hush." ​​Allandi pressed her slender index finger to her lips. Seeing Ferris cover her mouth, she nodded. "Myths and legends reflect the truest state of life for a tribe," she explained. "Just like in the story, I summoned a shadow from another era to accompany me and tell me what will happen in the future. This is an ancient spell, and it really does exist."

“It’s like a dream.”

"This will be our secret," she said, smiling. "So be careful, Finny. Don't let anyone else know, or I won't be able to teach you."

"You're the one always talking to the others!" Ferris protested. "My Sephora is almost talking less than I am. She's been so distracted lately. You must be the one saying all the words between us!"

"Let her stay in your bedroom for a while." Allandi said with a smile, as if this matter had nothing to do with her. "Maybe the Sassulai people just can't adapt to our living environment."

"Okay," Ferriers said, looking at Cesar. She was easily persuaded. "Then who is he?"

"Cesar."

"Why is he called that?" She began to protest softly again. "We clearly agreed that if the person taken out of the hydra's belly is a boy, he will be called Cesar, and if it is a girl, she will be called Sevra. I think both names belong to her..."

"I know. But don't you think they look alike? Like twins."

Ferris seemed to want to get closer to see him, but she was too shy to approach. She grabbed Allandi's dress and, using her sister as a shield, glanced cautiously in his direction, as if peering through a crack in a door. "They do look alike," she said. "Sevra is a girl who looks like a boy, and he's a boy who looks like a girl. It's incredible. Will they both grow up like this? Like the Kuna?"

"That's not certain." Alanti glanced at Cesar. "Maybe he'll be a beast-like creature, with a rugged appearance and an overly strong body. After all, not every child grows up to be what people hope for. It's determined not only by innate influences but also by the environment they live in. If he lives in madness and terror, it wouldn't be surprising to see such a result."

"Is this also the secret that the darkness told you?"

"The darkness told me that you would become a great wizard, Finny."

......

"You're caught up in a bygone era," Giralo said.

Cesar reluctantly pulled himself up beside the campfire. He stared at the smoldering flames for a moment, then realized that what he had just experienced wasn't a remnant of memory. The young girl, Alante, had communicated with beings from the future during her time, precisely himself at that moment. She had summoned Cesar, then a boy of thirteen or fourteen, from within her, and questioned him about the future.

After experiencing the ring time that created Solaire, similar things were not difficult for him to understand. However, the magic that Allandi used on him was more than that.

Cesar believed that he had come to this world as a soul in his twenties. Not only was he born as a Sassoulean, he had lost his memory and personality, and even his gender had changed, but all of this was just an insignificant disguise for Allandi.

After all, flesh and blood are only the shadow of the soul.

Arlanda cut open Cesar's soul, traced his past, and cut out the male consciousness buried in the dust from the dominant female consciousness, and then traced his true face. Not only that, she also used his soul to create flesh and blood out of thin air, and took him by her side as a slave.

Although she and he were intimate day and night, kissing and exploring each other's bodies, Cesar knew that she was just making a little dog to satisfy her own desires.

In other words, Arlanda wasn't making love with her lover; she was making love with a dog on a chain, the end of which she held in her hand. When Milava arrived at the castle, the head that was cut off and offered up might have been Cesar's own.

What happened after that? Did he die that year, or did his body vanish but his soul remain with her? This requires further investigation.

"If you enter the Remnant with your newly remembered past," Giralo said, "Alante will be able to regain her lost past."

Cesar nodded, "I guess she tapped my forehead to wake them up."

The priest nodded.

"Use you to recover everything she has lost."

"Because she lost those ancient memories..." Cesar murmured, "The young girl Arlandi told me that after she accepted everything, her mother lost all her memories and became just an insignificant old woman. She inherited everything her mother lost, becoming her mother, her grandmother, her grandmother's grandmother, and even an ancient Kuna from the era when the Tomb of the Wise declined."

"Your memory," Giralo said, "will be the clue she needs to recover those ancient memories. Be careful, Cesar, it's something older than me."

"Do you want to continue searching for the remaining memories?" Sevra asked them.

"Go on," Jirallo said. "I'll close my eyes and meditate here, watching over the sewn heads and searching for any disturbances in the tomb. If any danger approaches, whether from their heads or the tomb itself, I'll end my recollection and awaken you."

......

The owner of the residual memory this time seems to be Milava, and it looks like a big battlefield. It seems that before the Casar Empire showed its fangs, the Fran Empire had already started building civil engineering to consolidate its foundation. After that, the intensity of the war reached another dimension.

Upon entering the Remnant Memories, they were greeted not by the pensive Milava, but by the chaotic battles of the Ancient Forest. Surrounded by towering trees, humans and beastmen alike ran and died, their thick blood staining the roots beneath their feet.

What was different from the past was that Cesar discovered that each of them was forced to play the role of a knight and soldier of Mirava. In other words, there was a knight commander commanding them to fight against the beastmen, and every person and beastman in the residual memory was also aware of their existence.

It seemed that Mirava had also noticed the change in the memories, and without waiting for their opinions, she captured them and hid them among the soldiers. Honestly, if there was a chance, Cesar would have asked Mirava to throw them into the ranks of the nobles, but it seemed that Mirava had no interest in listening to their opinions, and simply threw them into the most crowded place and did not ask any more questions.

They rode their horses all the way, passing through a large forest strewn with corpses. The broken bones piercing the flesh were like dead branches and leaves, paving a path to show the direction. They had been enduring bizarre attacks along the way. There were ghostly werewolves flashing in the shadows of the forest, and there were corpse-eaters' creations spewing scarlet corpses on the mountaintops. Fortunately, this team had wizards and priests, and the knights were all experienced in many battles. There were not many wounded, and few died.

As they journeyed, they encountered the bodies of locals and the devastated Frankish strongholds. Most of the dead had died in gruesome conditions, but the scene wasn't much different from what Cesar had witnessed in Olidan. They traversed this treacherous forest path through the night, arriving at the Milava army camp at dawn.

Because this team brought valuable intelligence from the front lines, Milava invited them to sit near him in the camp. In other words, this was the reason for them to be close to him. As Sevra and the others dined in the remnant of memory, Cesar pretended to enjoy his food, but his eyes lingered on Milava and Alante. He had intended to observe how the deceived Alante had behaved in the past, but he found Milava staring at the queen, his gaze unfocused, as if the person reflected in his eyes wasn't the real Alante sitting there.