Shadow of the Evil God

stand up.

"Just relax, my master, and leave it to me." Cesar blew into her ear, and while she closed her eyes, he slipped his hand under the hem of her mage's robe. He first caressed her slender waist, pressed firmly against her stomach, and then found the sticky underside of her breasts. Her skin practically adhered to the lining, and he struggled with his fingers for a moment before completely ripping it free. Then he grasped it, pressing his index finger against the bead, and felt a seam running down the middle.

Ferriers' cheeks flushed red as she covered her face. Through the cracks between her fingers, she could see the finger marks under her robe. "Don't, don't scratch with your fingers..."

"Why is it sunken here?" Cesar pried at the tip of her bead with his fingernail, but failed to dislodge the sunken part. She immediately covered her mouth, swallowing the sound with great difficulty. "How have you lived all these years?" He bit her finger, parting her useless fingers to block it and kissing her lips. He tasted a strong herbal scent. Even her sticky saliva tasted of herbs.

"How else can I live? I just read in the tent and follow the army around..."

Cesar used his fingers to pry open Ferrieres' mouth, kneading the soft flesh inside and outside her mouth, biting her tongue and lips. Her forehead was sweating, and her chest was soaked with perspiration, making his fingers sticky. He teased her a few more times, and this time he finally pried her gradually swelling pearl from the slit.

Chapter 432: How Will Your Child Call Sevra?

When discussing the topic of love, Cesar never denied how strong his desire was. Whether in the Casal Empire or in the Franco-French countries, people always treated love and desire as two different things, especially when appealing to the sanctity of love, they often ignored the desires of the flesh.

However, in his view, love and desire are just two sides of the same coin, or to put it more bluntly, they are the front and back of a wall, it’s just that the people looking at the wall are standing in different places.

And it’s even more than that.

For him, love and desire are not necessarily prioritized.

If Cesar loves someone, he will quickly develop sexual desire, because sexual attraction is an innate characteristic of human beings and there is no need to deny or despise it. If someone has no sexual attraction at all, he will find that person incredible. If someone does not feel sexual attraction at all, that person is also incredible.

For him, even if someone's body is scarred, someone's spirit is incomplete, or even something is not completely human, they will attract his attention because of some unique characteristics, making him feel pity and desire.

Conversely, if Cesar desires someone, over time he will also feel love, which may be the original source of his love for Firth. During the mutual comfort between him and Neuen, some elements of love naturally arose between them, completely unrelated to the events of Milava's time.

At this moment, Ferriers leaned in his arms, her cheeks already brightened by the sunlight shining through the shade of the trees. She was dressed solemnly and looked extremely noble, though a little sleepy. However, she was already confused on the other side of the shadows.

Though she appeared fully dressed from the front of the carriage, from behind, the hem of her black gown had been pulled back to her waist, revealing a fleeting glimpse of her smooth, white thighs. As the snake slipped from the slit of his trousers and pressed against her underpants, the love and desire he had felt in Lower Neuen returned. She could sense his love and desire in the sound of his breathing.

Although Ferris turned her face away, avoiding him, her back, pressing ever closer against his chest, proved her desire. He felt her soft lips bulge outward, her panties gradually becoming stained with water. Every time his snake slid across the hollow between her lips, her panting intensified.

She pursed her lips, "It's itchy...what are you doing?"

Cesar held Ferriers' waist with one hand and waved the whip with the other. "I'm driving, master," he said nonchalantly. "My hands are busy. How about you pull your drawers open a little and put them on the right ground?"

She opened her eyes wide, "But I feel like it's completely different from the one in my remnant memory! It can't be put in, right?"

"Don't you see anything in the library's residual memories? And didn't you and I prove that it can be put in there at any time?"

"It feels so forced..." Ferris muttered, reaching out to grasp it, then using her pinky to pull open her panties, carefully gauging it, as if trying to gauge how deep it would reach into her belly. He took her hand and let her hold it between her lips, then with a simple slide, he was already sliding into her soaking wet body.

It felt soft and greasy, and the snake slid most of the way in at once, wrapped in layers of her soft, honey-like, sticky, and warm flesh, taking it deep inside. A large amount of moist fluid was secreted, not only coating the snake's body as it slid in, but also sucking the snake's head firmly, coating it in sticky juices.

"It's as sticky as your sweaty skin, my master," Cesar whispered to her, "and damp and stuffy, just like when you wear such thick clothes in summer."

Ferriers closed her eyes and panted, pursed her lips and said nothing, but just held his hand tighter.

Cesar held her waist tightly, pressing his fingers on her heaving lower abdomen, and made her sit all the way down with her weight. This time, her eyes widened, her neck flushed, and her ears were also red. When she saw his lowered cheek, she kissed him as if to make up for the feeling she had lost.

She enjoyed the connection of her lower lip and was satisfied with the kiss of her upper lip, feeling a kind of ecstatic joy in her longing. Although it was only a remnant at this moment, every time she connected with her at a different age, the remnant of this time would be added to the remnant of the next time, and the weight of this remnant would naturally become more and more astonishing.

These accumulated memories gradually grew, eventually, like gifts and blessings, they would be delivered to Firth along with the knowledge bestowed by Firths of different ages, allowing her to gain greater understanding. Someday, perhaps, they would also change the views and perspectives of the Firths Grandmaster.

Although later generations of Ferriers had completely severed Fils, transforming them into two distinct entities, in Milava's time, she and Fils remained one, the front and back of a wall, just like his love and desire. Here, he spoke of love to Ferriers of all ages, destined to make Fils whole, destined to bring back the seemingly invincible Grandmaster, and, of course, perhaps, to love her.

Cesar caressed her smooth belly, filling her nest with his seed little by little. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were almost invisible in her messy hair.

"If it weren't for the residual memory...

...” Her tone became softer. “We must have had a child by doing this, right? I’ve always been curious, what will your child call Sevra? Will they call her another dad or another mom... If you know, please tell me.”

"How should I tell you?" Cesar asked her.

"Let my consciousness return to my soul, so you can tell me." She raised her head and kissed him. "But then again, Sevra has been acting more and more strangely lately. She's been shrouded in a fog, mumbling fragmented words to herself from time to time. I don't know where she went just now. If it weren't for this, I would definitely let this era's Sevra talk to you."

"Is it strange that she ran away?"

Ferris nodded. "She's been very stable and has always been by my side. But since we set up camp, she's seemed a little off. I was very sleepy and listless, so by the time I realized what was happening, she was gone. I wanted to look for her, but I saw my sister's carriage here."

"In other words, you initially thought it was Alanti who called her."

"It doesn't seem that way now," she said. "Sevra beside me... she would be very dangerous if she wasn't accompanied by someone from our school. No one knows when she would kill. Those desires that appear to be longings for love in you are bloody desires in her... Fortunately, this is just a remnant memory. If I can quickly switch to the next one..."

Mirava suddenly spoke, "You saw a woman of unknown origin in the Tomb of the Wise, didn't you, my teacher? That woman couldn't communicate, her movements were strange, her comings and goings were erratic, and her only action was to kill you. I'm certain she and the person traveling with you are the same person. Have you seriously considered her origins? Is she truly just a loser who strayed from a different path in time?"

"how do you......"

"You carried old Milava's head all this way, and you asked me why?"

"Okay, but why did she want to kill me?" Cesar asked him. "If you insist, I can only think that she and I had an unimaginable conflict at some point in time."

At this time, Firiels put her mouth close to his ear and said, "Actually, Sephora has always had an inexplicable interest in the squires around my sister. Even when she walks down the street, her eyes can't help but drift over. I've never understood why. At first, I thought she was in love with the squires around my sister, but then my sister's first squire died inexplicably, and she started paying attention to the knights around my sister again—their gaze, her attention, and the level of attention are exactly the same."

"That means she found me precisely, and also..."

"You should ask her directly for the reason." Milawa suddenly said.

"I asked," Ferriers protested, "but Sephora just held the knife and said she felt like she was missing something, as if it had been stolen by the person she saw. She said that if she killed the person who stole her things, maybe..."

Cesar thought for a moment and suddenly realized that something was wrong. "Was the first servant beside Allandi really a killer hired by her or Milava? I remember..."

"In the years that followed, Alante showed no signs of infidelity, nor did she have any relationships with her squires or knights," Milava said. "Of course, you could argue she tampered with her memories, but in this case, I don't think she needed to. Furthermore, old Milava never harbored any suspicions during those years, and naturally wouldn't have murdered the squires and knights he had assigned."

Cesar looked at the dog beside him, who blinked, indicating he knew nothing. "Those beastmen hiding in the shadows are indeed giving new life to the remnants of memory, but I've always felt that no newborn can escape the Faceless Ones' murderous might," he said thoughtfully. "Even Sevra back then..."

Come to think of it, the first time he was impressed by Sephora was when this guy subdued the dog silently.

They were still outside the city of Neuen at the time, and she was still called Ajeh, the black-haired Ajeh.

What if, in Milava's time, it was Sevra, driven by a desire to fill a void, who had quietly murdered him, the squire whose soul Cesar had embodied, and then she had precisely targeted the next knight whose soul he had embodied, and killed him too? How many times had this happened, how many times had he died?

The person who lost a part of his soul found what he was missing, but he didn't know why, so he killed the person again and again with the desire to fill the emptiness. But that part of the soul was actually in the hands of Alante, and it could never return to her body. So Alante would take him out of the body again and again and put him in the next person. Sevra would also kill him again and again with an inexplicable desire, and so on, until everything was forced to end?

——It was a forced end, not her own will.

After all, was Ajeh's twisted and cruel nature really just because she'd been through so much? And how much amusement and curiosity had she found in what might have happened between him and Sevra?

"I should have paid more attention to Sefera in the Remnant Memories..." Cesar said, "There was a reason why this guy became quiet in my time.

It was Ajeh who tore off a part of herself to satisfy her."

Chapter 433 The Origin of Civilization

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By the time they returned to the warriors' banquet, a heavy downpour had begun. The raindrops were icy cold, hitting the carriage roof like heavy nails. The banquet was definitely over. The frontline troops of the Frank Empire were galloping through the forest, apparently to fight against the approaching Beastmen tribe. The war was becoming increasingly intense, and it was no longer appropriate to linger on this lingering memory.

Black clouds gradually covered the sky. First, lightning dyed everything as white as paper, and then thunder rolled down, splitting a series of huge trees and plunging them into a raging fire. Cesar saw the raging wind, branches whipping the outer wall of the carriage, rubble and mud rolling everywhere, and weeds almost uprooting the ground.

This sudden storm no longer seemed like a natural phenomenon, but rather a ritual with ulterior motives.

The dog took Cesar's hand and pulled the reins, changing the direction of the horse's gallop. "I can see the others are further to the left," she said. "You have to go through these trees in the remnant memory, master."

"I'll lead the way, Master. I don't want to stay here too long. If you stay in a remnant for too long, the beasts will pollute it more deeply."

It was Milava, a man who was truly adept at taking matters into his own hands. Cesar tightened his grip on the reins, his profile revealing the boy, his Adam's apple flickering, leaning out the carriage window, seemingly torn between his two sexual identities. With a single bound, he leaped from the side of the speeding carriage to its roof. He held a sword, a short bow slung across his back.

The warhorse quickly changed direction and turned from the road to the dense forest. There were huge black trees in front of them. The dense branches were like a big net, and the tangled roots crisscrossed in the mud.

"What did you take from me!?" the voice was filled with rage.

It was Mirava again. Cesar frowned and looked over. He saw the Emperor of France, who had died in the great city of Solaire, appear in the direction the carriage had been traveling. A huge cavity lay in his chest, filled with darkness that seemed to be spreading towards his face. His black hair fluttered in the wind, looking wild and terrifying.

Was the young Milawa cut out from the old Milawa?

"How dare you, a stubborn loser, continue to live in this world?" the young Milava shouted. "If you hadn't clung to Arlanti and refused to let go, you could have seized this last glimmer of hope to continue the empire! You've gone mad! You're no longer worthy of being emperor!"

"You dare to say I'm crazy? You got all the memories without experiencing anything, and you just glanced at my experience as if it were someone else's, but you think you know everything? How dare you speak nonsense to me here?" The shout was full of anger.

"You're a loser!" young Milava yelled. "You deserve to be thrown into the abyss!"

"Clear the way first!" Cesar shouted. "Stop arguing with yourself!" The carriage bumped into a series of branches, bumped through the mud, and crushed over the tangled roots on the ground.

Milava lost his balance and fell from the carriage, his face still scratched by sharp branches. The giant tree ahead was almost impossible to avoid, but he suddenly transformed into a snow-white-haired girl. With a wave of his hand, the torrential rain turned to a blanket of frost. With another wave, it surged forward like a torrent, raging through the dense forest, tearing through trees and crushing their roots. It pierced the forest, carving a circular tunnel of ice and snow, its roof and sides covered with the frozen remains of trees, pale as a frost.

"Alante!" Old Milava's cry became more and more furious. "Come back, Alante!"

"Don't fight me for my body!" From her throat came the voice of young Milava, a voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female. Her right hand was still casting spells, but her left hand suddenly strangled her throat, making her breathing difficult and her cheeks flushed red.

Ferriers watched the scene unfold in astonishment, seemingly unable to comprehend the entire situation. If Cesar hadn't personally experienced the entire process, he would have been stunned.

Cesar reached out to grab the guy's hand, but didn't know which one to grab. He wanted to help one of them, but didn't know how. The carriage sped along the icy road. The frost on both sides reflected the girl's frantic figure and two alternating expressions. It was the young Arlandi in the castle.

It's ironic that the old Milawa, who wanted to win back the queen, could only watch her flee, while the young Milawa, who was wary and disgusted with her, was forced to coexist with her.

"Help me!" Milava's voice came from Arlandi's mouth, "First restrain my body, then restrain my right hand. I can deal with this evil creature that has usurped my throne!"

Has Alante become an evil creature in this guy's eyes? Or is she really an evil creature?

Cesar's right hand was still twirling the reins as the dog swung, so he reached out with his left hand and grasped the girl's waist. He held her tightly, pressing her against his chest. Ferrieres, on one side, was practically overlapping the dog, but she was unaware of her presence. She simply reached out and grasped Allandi's right hand, staring at the sister she remembered, speechless for a long time.

Milava first grabbed her throat with her left hand, then tried to pry open her mouth. Cesar saw that the expression of Allandi on this face was becoming less and less, gradually replaced by Milava, and the carriage rushed out of the ice and snow road and rushed into the dark forest again.

At this moment, lightning flashed, and Cesar suddenly saw on her pale face the proud and cruel woman in the castle.

It seems that no matter how many years have passed, Arlante's spiritual age has not changed or grown at all, just like before.

Was it because the years she had lived through since her birth were so brief? Was it because before she was born, she had already experienced countless eras, every year of every ancestor since the liar prophet? Could a self-consciousness born from the memories of countless ancestors truly be a complete personality?

It seemed that after Alanti was born, the experiences that allowed ordinary children to grow up and mature were just a drop in the ocean and could no longer cause any changes in her mind.

If she is really an evil creature as Milava said, then she must be an evil creature in the sense of personality.

At this time, Arlandi smiled slightly, and suddenly raised her head and kissed him on the lips, "Is our agreement still valid, dear?"

Cesar felt the coldness of her lips, felt her hair brush against his cheek, coated in ice and snow, and, of course, saw the twitching of her left hand. Milava's current situation reminded him somewhat of Diana's mother, but that Winter Night was more hollow, like a puppet. The Winter Night before him was filled with evil, an inscrutable personality born from the memories of many, many ancestors.

While Arlandi's sudden kiss was perfectly normal for her, it was unusual for Milava. Not only did her left hand lose strength, but the advantage she had just gained quickly fell. "You're too easy to deal with, Mile," Cesar exclaimed. "As for you, my dear Queen, I could have considered our agreement before I saw that Kuna noblewoman with a face as hollow as a white nightmare, but now..."

"I don't care what our ancestors have lost." Arlandi's lips moved, lightly touching his. "I can even cooperate with you to eliminate those particularly dangerous ancestors. However, I must find the original source of the ancient will. Isn't that what you wish for? For one of my descendants, and also for my dear sister."

"Let's return this body in the memory to Milava first," Cesar sighed. "I'll consider your proposal, but I need to talk to the others first. Not only Ferriers, but also the boy you took out of old Milava."

Arlandi bit his upper lip lightly, as if teasing him, and then suddenly vanished, leaving a young girl, her long black hair dancing in the wind, silent and pretty, looking quite pitiful. After about two or three heartbeats, Milava pursed his lips and stepped back. He pinched his neck, groping and searching for his vanished Adam's apple, seemingly desperate to pull this symbolic object from his throat.

It is very soft, a little thinner than Arlanti's, but it is also a soft girl's lips, with a taste that is even more immature than youth.

The guy struggled for a long time, finally pinching his neck until it turned red, and finally forced his Adam's apple back to his body. Then he took a deep breath, calmed himself, and slowly sat down in the left-hand driver's seat. Even so, he did not forget to press hard on his chest to prevent any soft bulge from suddenly appearing.

"Evil creature..." Milava was still muttering to herself.

"Have you recovered from her little trick?" Cesar asked him.

"Yes, a little trick," he said, shaking his head. "It's just a little trick. Although I haven't experienced it yet, I have seen many, many of them in old Milawa's memory. It's no different from experiencing it."

"I won't correct you for now," Cesar said. "What are your thoughts on Alranti's proposal, Your Majesty?"

"Don't call me Your Majesty." Milawa glared at him, "Others can do it, but you can't."

"Okay, Mile."

"Milai... forget it," Milava shook her head again. "If we want to sift through the remnants of Alanthi's soul, we must first get rid of that evil white nightmare. But how can we do that? I don't even know how to get rid of Alanthi."

"You can ask the Kuna priest," said Cesar.

"Even the Kuna priests cannot do this. This ancient secret has outlasted his existence."

"Then..." Cesar stopped talking mid-sentence. He had intended to say that the White Nightmare Legosius must be well-versed in this ancient secret, and that it could even judge the Kuna people with white nightmare-like faces from their own perspective and offer advice on how to deal with them.

But Legotius?

Legosius was responsible for tricking Altinia into falling into the abyss, so who knows where he'll send Milava? Even Alanti couldn't handle this guy, so what about White Nightmare...

"Why are you silent, teacher? Are you doubting me?" Milawa stared at him, not noticing that his Adam's apple, which had just been pulled out, had disappeared again. Sometimes, the more people want to prove themselves, the more they cannot avoid the budding of another consciousness within themselves.

"You're taking it too seriously," Cesar said. "We'll deal with this after everything is settled at the Tomb of the Wise. I want to continue tracing the ancient will within Alranti. Do you have any ideas?"

"That thing is related to the origin of our civilization," Milawa said. "It is not just Alanti's."

Cesar was slightly surprised, "You mean

"You want it too? Seriously? Old Milawa has already been victimized once."

Chapter 434: The Shadow of Sephora

"I've seen the disaster your time is facing," Milava said with immense pride. "I returned to the human world not to overthrow the existing order, but to fight against its demise in my own way. When disaster strikes, a clear banner is needed to rally everyone. This is exactly what I want."

"You'd better think of it as just a flag," said Cesar.

......

When they arrived at the camp, Jilalo had already woken up Ajiehe and others in advance, so the surroundings were silent, like a dark dead zone.

According to Gouzi, they were busy dealing with the new flesh and blood that kept appearing in the tomb. Cesar had spent too long in the Remnant Memory, and since this place was already a battlefield, the two sides were fighting endlessly. The scale of the transformed people and beasts in the Remnant Memory was gradually increasing, and it was beyond Gouzi's ability to deal with alone.

The tree was now vast and boundless, towering like a mountain. They hadn't reached the next exit yet, so they couldn't let the proliferation of flesh and blood spread and take over everything, as they had done in the stone chamber. Cesar sat in the coachman's seat, thinking for a moment. Then he called Gouzi and asked her to ask Jiralo how to get young Milava out.