Shadow of the Evil God

As trees collapsed, Ajehe was forced to the ground. Cesar ducked down, grabbed her by her flying hair, and yanked her up, throwing her onto the horse before him. She swiftly drew her broken sword and plunged it into his stomach. She twisted her wrist, intending to rip his intestines apart, but the broken sword found it impossible to move. She looked again, and saw bloodshot eyes and ripped gashes running up the blade, covering her hands.

"Who are you?" She seemed to widen her eyes. "You are not the one who is replaced every two years—"

"Tell me where Ferrieres is," Cesar said.

......

A winding path snaked through the dense forest, gradually descending to a deep, winding valley. The animals, herbivorous and carnivorous alike, took flight at the sight of the frenzied wild horse, eager to escape as far as possible. Later, seeing Ferrieres's footprints along the path, Cesar gave up on questioning the she-wolf's refusal to respond.

Now it seems that the reason he was able to get along normally with Ajeh earlier was that he had paid an unimaginable price. It’s just that these prices happened during the time of Mirava, and he didn’t remember them later.

In this process of changing bodies every two years, not to mention how many times he died, he was definitely eaten by Ajiehe many times. Sometimes, he was lucky to be eaten by her after death, but at other times, he might be eaten by her while still alive, and have to watch himself being torn apart.

Cesar finally broke free of the dense forest and entered a quiet valley. Ajeh was supposed to lead him there on horseback, but since she wanted to kill him, it made no difference if he tied her up. After the wild horse had run enough, Cesar slowed it down and followed the trail of people along the valley's edge, searching for Ferrieres. He didn't know how much Ferrieres had changed, or how close she had become to becoming the Grandmaster of Ferrieres. He only hoped that the accumulated memories would continue to move her.

He pondered the fragments of his past, trying to piece together the broad outlines of this era, but they were too fragmented, always missing something. He could have explored more thoroughly, but the beastmen of unknown origin were threatening his memories, and the shadow behind Alranti was too terrifying. Things wouldn't always go as smoothly as he imagined, and unexpected events would always occur. In such circumstances, he could only do his best.

Only when the horses slowed did Cesar notice the bound she-wolf. She was much shorter and thinner than Ajeh, who stood beside him. She exuded a wild, untamed air, and her hair was tangled like weeds. He removed the mask, revealing a furry face with gray eyes as wide as plums.

"Has anyone told you about the relationship between the True God's priests and the beastmen?" Cesar asked her. "I guess even if no one

People tell you, and your blood instincts also tell you to bow your head and listen to me patiently."

"I don't care about such illusory things." Ajiehe glared at him and said, far less mocking and sarcastic than she did later.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have struck me with the sword? It seems like you wanted to kill me regardless of the situation, is that right? Did you eat me with a smile before?"

"Two years ago, the aura of a True God's acolyte in you wasn't this strong." She stared at the eyes and mouth that fluttered around on her wrist. "This level is enough to drive you crazy. What did you do? Or rather, what did the Queen do to you?"

"You should ask what you and Ferriers did to me," Cesar said, riding forward along the increasingly fresh tracks.

Ajeh seemed to think he was talking nonsense and bared her fangs at him. Seeing this, Cesar reached out and grabbed her jaw, squeezing her cheek. He first bent down to smell the animal scent on her fur, then studied her still uneasy face for a moment. Finally, he bit her furry ear, licked the most sensitive spot he remembered, and blew a warm breath on it.

Her body was stiff, and if her face had not been covered with fuzz, it would have flushed.

"What are you doing, replacing something every two years?"

"What do you think I want to do?" Cesar asked her. "You grew up eating my flesh and blood, right, Ajeh? Before you even had self-awareness, you tasted a Cesar who died at the hands of Sevra. Since then, you've often thought about this taste. Every two years, you want to eat meat. The reason I have to wait two years is that after two years, my soul will assimilate the victim's flesh and blood, turning it into a shadow of my soul, and of course it will become worth tasting. Am I right?"

"So what?"

It seemed that only the young Ajiehe was easy to trick into telling the truth. As for the one beside him, even if her consciousness rose into the clouds in his arms, she would not reveal a single detail of her past.

"Even the most devoted father wouldn't sacrifice so much of himself," Cesar said. "It's been so long. It's time you gave me something back."

"I've never heard of such a thing." Ajeh stared at him. "Even if you were the only one who could be called my father, I wouldn't consider the title valuable. Besides, you're more like a pig raised for slaughter than a father."

"How sad, dear, you're already so rude at your age? I should ask Ferriers to teach you a lesson. Isn't she just up ahead?"

She smiled sarcastically. "It's not far, but what will you do if you see her? There's no way Alanti will release you. In other words, you took advantage of the attack to escape. You know you can't run far, and you know you can't escape Alanti's shadow. Now you want to kneel down and beg her sister? What reason do you have to make her ignore the Queen's threats and help you?"

Cesar tore through her leather armor, which was no more difficult than tearing a piece of paper. Then he lowered his head and bit her shoulder. "I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." He slid his right hand down her shoulder and grasped a soft, fuzzy peach. It was delicate and soft. "Do you want to know how I could hurt you?"

"No, you are human, don't you see..."

"I guess you've been wearing the mask all this time and never taken it off because you still believe in the difference between humans and beasts. You must not know that for some people, your face, which resembles both a wolf and a girl, is very attractive."

The smile on Ajeh's face disappeared in an instant, and she lowered her eyes to stare at the valley floor where the horses had trampled. Cesar felt that she wanted to run for her life.

"Very good, that sounds very interesting," she suddenly raised her head. "Since I have hurt you many times, you may as well hurt me before you have your fill. Do you want me to raise my hand so that you don't have to reach over my arm to touch me?"

Cesar watched as Ajeh raised her arms above her head, so obedient that she seemed almost adorable. She acted as if nothing had happened, but Cesar had seen her attack many times before. Even when her body was in ecstasy, she would not forget to make him suffer a little, suddenly bringing back some painful memories.

"I won't let you bleed too much," Cesar said, looking at her, "but I guess your claws will tear open my abdomen next, cutting my wound further and making me bleed more. Do you know why I won't tear your abdomen in return? Because my first child will be conceived from here."

Ajiehe's mouth was almost unable to close. "Have you gone mad because of the inevitable death? No, that's not right. I should have thought of this earlier!"

In one swift motion, she sliced ​​through the tentacles covering her wrists, dove, and leaped off the horse. Cesar watched her leap into the air, raised his hand, and caught her ankle, forcing her to stop mid-air. Then he pulled her back, holding her against his back. Her clothes were already torn, and with a gentle tug, they peeled away.

Cesar pressed his thumb against Ajeh's delicate navel and rubbed it in a semicircle along her belly, or rather, along the softest part of her skin and hair, leaving a dent. Saliva was already flowing from her mouth. "There's going to be a big bulge here later," he whispered. "You have to watch carefully."

Ajiehe's eyes widened

Her eyes widened, and she stared up at him.

He smiled. "One year from now, when our child is born, I'll tell you that your mother was a wild and untamed child, devouring my corpse before she even had any self-awareness, and she's never forgotten it. During those years, I died every two years, sometimes even being mauled to death by her, providing her with the nutrients she needed to grow up. I've become incapable of fearing pain or death, thanks to her chasing my life like a nightmare. So when I catch her, she'll know the fruits of this strange relationship between us."

Chapter 440: Insert a nail into you

......

Finding this era's Ferriers was quicker than expected. Before seeing her, Cesar couldn't tell whether he was filled with worry or anticipation, but when he spotted her figure in the woods, all his emotions vanished, leaving him feeling ecstatic.

Perhaps the accumulated memories affected not only Ferriers but also himself. The moment their eyes met, a heavy burden suddenly fell from his shoulders, making him feel as if he were back in the lower city of Neuen. This feeling, tinged with a touch of ecstasy, made his heart palpitate. He felt as if he had suddenly become a person without any identity, status, or wealth, just a human being.

However, Ferriers on the other side seemed further away from Firth, and closer to Grandmaster Ferriers. Although the whites of her eyes hadn't yet turned pitch black, her demeanor as she walked had shed the youthfulness of her youth. Her dark and shy demeanor seemed shrouded in a layer of terror, making one want to bow in greeting.

As the horse stopped beside her, Ferrieres looked up at Cesar, then at the wolf cub tucked under his arm. She reached out and stroked the creature's furry head. Ajeh remained motionless, not daring to resist at all, which perfectly matched his imagination of Ferrieres at this time.

Anyone is worthy of Ajiehe's resistance, but not this person, because she is not entirely a person, she is the soul behind the person itself.

If the soul is a non-self-aware being that can perceive the world only through personality, how much of her is now the soul itself, and how much is the person that used to be Ferris?

Cesar felt that if it weren't for his accumulated memories, even if he had said he was part of Sephora, the child that Ferrieres and Allandi had named together, she wouldn't have paid him the same attention she once did. She stood there, as if standing between perception and reality, like a mist. Through this mist, he seemed to be able to see Ferrieres, but nothing was clear.

"You'd better lower your head," Ajeh said. "The person in front of you is not what you imagined, Cesar."

Cesar lowered his head and watched as Ferriers grabbed the blue rune thread oozing from his wrist, but he said nothing, just watched and observed calmly.

Seeing this, he gradually understood that at this stage, simply accumulating memories was no longer enough to bring her back. He needed to participate now, to question her in a more profound way. He needed to let his consciousness seep into her heart, to be with her, even if only a little. Otherwise, the memories of the past would decay as she drifted away, eventually fading into ashes.

Those memories abandoned in the long river of time will become the Phils beside him.

Cesar took Ferriers' hand, watching the blue rune lines seep into her skin, then invited her to mount. The feeling at this moment was somewhat similar to approaching the Grandmaster, a terrifying one. But he did his best to ignore his first encounter with the Grandmaster, completely opening himself to her gaze and inquiry.

Soon after he put his arm around her waist, longing came with it, clearly written in his heartbeat. This kind of desire could never be satisfied or suppressed.

"Do you really desire anything?" Ferriers asked him.

At this moment, Ferriers had only partially changed. Nearly a thousand years from now, she would fully transform into the Grandmaster, completely banishing the former Ferriers. Right now, she could sit sideways, and he could still gently hold her hand to help her mount the horse, or hold her waist. This would become increasingly difficult in the future. After all, to her, such a thing would be meaningless.

How many years will it take for the past Ferriers to completely disappear, leaving only an empty soul?

Cesar kissed her, not only kissed her, but also bit her lip and tasted a hint of blood. He saw Ajiehe's eyes widened, as if she saw a person kissing the darkness in the abyss. She was not so surprised when she was touched just now.

He held her, kissed her, hoping she would respond, after all, they shared so many memories and experiences. He looked into her eyes, hoping that Ferrieres would appear in her gaze, but then he thought he would see the dark-eyed Grandmaster, and he couldn't help feeling a little dread.

Just when Cesar's forehead was sweating and he began to feel that he had been too reckless, she responded. She bit his lip, and the feeling was transmitted to his heart.

At that moment, Firiels felt like she had just finished a long lesson with her mentor as a child, and could now play with her sister in the school's territory. She could go to the gardens outside the castle, climb over the old wall to the island by the lake, and even explore the forest beyond the lake in search of ancient fey. No one would ask her to do anything or criticize her.

Within the academy, she bore both the curse of her bloodline and the scrutiny of everyone. Only at other times could she let go of all this and simply run through the desolate woods. Initially, it was Alanthi who accompanied her, acting as the only precious thing in the world for her. Then Alanthi left, and that thing became Sevra. Then, Sevra, cursed by the path, also left, and all that remained was her own gradually decaying self.

"It will be alright," Cesar whispered, "you have climbed to the top of your life.

We've reached the bottom of the valley and touched it ourselves. Now we know it's there, so from now on, we can only go up."

In reality, he already knew that during Milava's time, they hadn't been particularly close. Before her personality decayed, Ferrieres had left behind a few last wishes, but they offered only a glimmer of hope for the Sassouleans she had rescued as a child. That was all.

They still started from Neuen, and they still fell in love in the slums of Dog Hole, but because of this, he wanted to return from the future to the past, to comfort her before they fell in love. Then, he would bring this memory to the future and try to save Firth, whose existence was in danger.

Cesar held her cold hands tightly, feeling the strength of her soul, but also her weakness and pain. Ferrieres was already a wizard that people looked up to, but Ferrieres' personality had already weakened within her soul.

He hugged her soft body tightly and became one with her on the slowly moving horseback. They were naked, without any external things, as if they had just come into this world, and therefore happy and clean, happy for the simple life and not stained by any dirt.

He knew she would soon die, only her soul continuing to exist in her name. He and Sevra, however, lived on because of her final wish, gradually awakening in the afterlife. He didn't want to fight the boundary between life and death in the lingering memories. He simply pressed his forehead against hers, bringing her the memories that had gradually accumulated over and over again, kissing, comforting, and then melting in the intoxication of mead.

When they were both satisfied, Ferriers held him to her chest, stroking his hair while he kissed her soft breasts. She accepted his seed, warmed his body, and whispered inaudible words to him, asking him to remember the traces of her existence.

Her voice grew softer as she spoke. He tried to lift his head to kiss her, but his touch was empty. Suddenly, a cold wave surged through his clothes, absorbing all warmth. Ajeh, perched on the horse's rump, stared at him wordlessly, then glanced at the vanishing Ferrieres. He raised his wrist and saw the blue rune lines were engraved deeper and deeper. The satisfaction he had felt just now was now only his fading clothes, with no trace of Ferrieres left.

It seemed that in this residual memory, she no longer insisted on her existence. After leaving him this memory, she completely disappeared. - Had she been holding on so reluctantly all this time?

"She wants you to reach out and hold the person you want to take with you, and then you can go to the next section of the remnant memory." Ajiehe said to him, "Are you really from the afterlife?"

"Every word I said is true." Cesar rode back to pick up Milava.

"Then why didn't you come to me earlier and ask me about everything?" Ajiehe asked him rudely, "Is there something wrong with your brain? You only remember what you were going to do when the time comes?"

"You don't want to answer," Cesar replied calmly, "or rather, after so many years, you no longer want to answer anything."

"You must have made a mistake," Ajeh said. "Think about your own problem first, Cesar."

"No," he shook his head. "After this year, the real Ferriers did not disappear. Many, many things happened between you, until you parted ways in the end. I think that year, your thoughts were completely different from what they are now. This is not my problem."

"Okay, let's just assume this is true." Ajiehe said nonchalantly, "So what was my relationship with her like in the end? You know who I'm talking about."

"The empty perceiver?"

"You're quite right," Ajiehe said. "Firiels rarely appeared while I was conscious. You could say she's my master, and I only recognize her as my master."

He laughed. "You're such an awkward fellow, Ajiehe."

She frowned, "What do you mean? You think I'm lying?"

"That's not what you said when you met Ferriers a thousand years later." Cesar grabbed her waist and lifted her from the horse's butt. "You condemned her, insulted her, and felt sad about her situation. I meant it. Do you dare to tell me who is lying? The you of today, or the you of the future?"

Ajiehe fell silent, but continued to stare at him, full of resentment. Cesar smiled at this, and with a little more force on his hand that held her waist, his thumb swishing across her belly, she immediately swallowed.

"You're..."

"What's wrong with me?"

"I don't even know I..."

"We've both tried everything we can, and I certainly know your body better than you do," Cesar said.

He held Ajiehe to his chest, ignoring her struggles and untied her belt, then found the long gray-white tail and held it in his palm. He found the right spot and rubbed it hard, and she collapsed in his arms.

Cesar rode forward, through the creek and woods, his right hand rubbing the sensitive areas of Ajeh's tail. Halfway through, she was already half-conscious, saliva oozing from the corners of her mouth. Her pink buttocks were raised and swaying in his palm, like a pair of velvet cushions against the soft fur.

Although Ajiehe is still very petite, her breasts are very big.

It was erect, now pressed tightly against his chest and abdomen, with an intoxicating elasticity. She held his chest, her body trembling slightly, obviously not used to the beast's estrus.

Her fuzzy belly pressed against the snake's body, rubbing against it constantly. The snake's head had already slid up, resting against her round navel, gently nudging it. Cesar felt that this little Ajehé was just as playful as she later became, yet with a touch of childishness, and he couldn't help but feel a little mesmerized. He grasped her hips with both hands, gently lifting her body, then lowered it to rest against her belly, slowly rubbing against the tender, delicate slit.

"Do you remember what I did with Ferriers just now?" he whispered.

Ajiehe glared at him. "This is history that has disappeared. Ferriers and I are people who no longer exist. What do you think you are doing? You can only linger with the remaining memories for a while. What is the difference between this and self-abuse—"

Cesar gripped her hips and lowered his cock, squeezing into her wet, tight entrance. Her body trembled, her mouth pursed, and her hands slid down from his chest, subconsciously trying to cover the blood beneath her.

"This memory won't fade away." He gripped her hips, lifting them up, pulling out a little, then lowering them again. This time, she couldn't help but gasp. "When this remnant of memory ends, I'll give it to the future Ajehe, so she can experience it. I've always wondered why you, a she-wolf, always stared at me, devouring only my flesh and drinking only my blood, as if no one else existed. Now I finally know: it's all because you don't know how to lie."

She swallowed her breath and sneered, "Didn't you say you wanted to make my belly bulge? How come I didn't see it? You don't need to stick a nail in your thing to do that?"

Chapter 441: Is the baby coming soon?

The wild horse began to buck in the muddy forest gullies, rocking Ajeh's body. Her tight little mouth wrapped around the snake, twisting and turning in all directions, rocking it back and forth. She bit her lip, then opened her mouth again, tongue dancing against her teeth, making increasingly difficult sounds. Unlike Ajeh's later voice, this one was still fresh and immature.

"I haven't started to hurt you yet," Cesar said.

As the shaking caused by the horse's bumps intensified, she wrapped it tighter and tighter, swallowing it deeper and deeper. The pleasure from the snake's head was already irresistible, making her legs weak. He rested his chin on the messy hair on top of her head, bit her ear with his mouth, and his fingers tightly grasped her raised buttocks. He thrust deeper and deeper with each bump.

Ajiehe wanted to scratch his chest with her claws, but her body almost collapsed, and she slumped in his arms, emitting a warm body odor and the turbid smell of wild animals. Her body was originally light and soft, and now her bones seemed to melt, allowing him to manipulate it at will.

Cesar adapted to the rhythm of the bumps, gradually pushing forward, deeper and deeper, until he was completely immersed in her blood-red mouth. He felt more and more sticky liquid oozing out from the edge of the stretched little mouth, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She forced her lips together and said, "Go deeper if you can."

He didn't care about what she said, but just held her round buttocks tighter, stirring back and forth along with the rhythm of the horse's galloping. While kneading her furry buttocks, he used her increasingly warm and moist honey-like mouth to wrap the snake, making it tremble and swell.

The road grew increasingly bumpy, and Cesar's movements quickened. Ajeh's slender legs clamped tightly around his waist, her arches tensed, her toes pointed forward, her shoes nearly falling off. After a long moment, she finally remembered she had sharp teeth. She peeled back the armor and bit him, her teeth piercing his skin.

Cesar was used to this and didn't care, but as blood splattered from his chest, she opened her eyes wide and reached out to press her hand to her cheek.

Not only did a delicate young girl's face gradually emerge from the bloodstains, but the sharp teeth that had bitten through his skin had also transformed into human teeth, pressing against his rough chest, unable to even scratch a tiny nick. Blood slowly dripped down her pointed chin, staining the down on her chest. A pair of snow-white nipples gradually emerged, sliding softly against his chest.

Cesar almost laughed at what he saw. He ran his fingers up along her smooth waist, over her still downy belly, and then over her breasts where the down had just faded to the lower half, making it look like she was wearing a wonderful lining.

He pressed his fingertips hard, tracing the soft flesh where her fair skin and gray hair intertwined, and finally pressed against her armpit. This place had been covered with a layer of hair since she was born, and now it had just fallen off. Thinking about it carefully, it was actually the first time it was exposed naked. It was not only soft and smooth like fat, but also surprisingly white.

Cesar teased Ajeh with his fingers, then lowered her body against the horse's back, lowering his head to bite the soft flesh under her armpit. She hadn't recovered from the incomprehensible situation when she suddenly moaned with a tingling sensation, sweat oozing from her armpits. Her breasts stood tall like bamboo shoots, and when the hair was removed, it was like peeling a thin silk fabric, revealing her pearls, pointed and trembling slightly.

The horse jolted again, and Ajehe's body suddenly slid to the side, her waist bent. She was like a willow branch swaying in the wind in his arms, arched past ninety degrees, practically boneless. While this guy's flexibility couldn't compare to that of a Faceless One, it was already far superior to that of a human.

As Cesar rode back, he didn't forget to hold her and thrust her under him. Her beautiful peaches swayed in front of her chest, and her long hair almost fell to Cesar's feet. The gray and white fur on her shoulders, armpits, chest and abdomen outlined many wonderful curves. Above was the white girl's skin, and below was the soft fur of the beast. It was really interesting to watch.

"Have you ever thought you could become human, dear?" he asked, looking down at her.

It had to be said that this scene was very similar to the legends of Noyen's early years - the grassland people on the other side of the Asylum Abyss rode north, looting villages and towns along the way, and when they snatched beautiful girls, they carried them to their horses and began to have savage sex with them. As the horses galloped, they injected their wild seed.

Upon hearing this, Ajiehe bit her lip and glared at him reluctantly, but unlike the she-wolf who bared her teeth fiercely, the girl's face with her lip bitten only made people feel aggrieved and lovely.

Cesar lifted her waist and kissed her delicate lips, sipping them gently in his mouth. He could feel the bite of her teeth, but without their sharp fangs, she had little strength to bite. The kiss grew longer, and her gray eyes gradually became confused by the mingling of her breathing, sometimes hazy and absent-minded, sometimes barely awake, and then hazy and absent-minded again.

He bit down on her soft tongue, gripped her swaying tail, and held her completely against his chest. He tightened the reins as he stirred her tender vagina. The long snake, bathed in blood and then coated in a slippery grease, surged back and forth within her. The scene at hand was like a sprint on a battlefield.