Shadow of the Evil God

Although Alante was an evil being, her true personality was not complex. While the specific details were difficult to understand, her general reactions were easy to predict. Cesar could tell what he should say next by observing her reactions.

"Don't you want to?" Cesar asked back.

"Of course I still want to sit on the Queen's chair and receive worship, but why do you use it as your tool?"

Cesar shook his head and spread his hands. "No, think about it carefully, my lady. The priests of the temple are also using the gods, treating them as tools of the temple. Do you think that the priests are actually holding the gods like puppets? That's not the case. When the gods exercise their will, they don't care about the mortal beings who borrow their will. How mortal beings fight for the gods' will and argue about the orthodoxy of their sects is actually of no concern to them."

"so what?"

"Utilize, borrow—these are merely differences in word choice. While they carry positive or negative connotations in secular language, they are meaningless on a higher plane. Given the existence of the gods, any mortal man's use of their authority is like an ant seeking shade under a tree. While it's exploitation, it actually only invites more worship. I'm borrowing your authority; while it's exploitation, it's actually allowing you to return to the past a thousand years from now."

"you......."

Cesar didn't wait for her to think or object, simply raising his voice, "Although you may be living under someone else's roof now, I'm destined for you to influence more of the ancient knights of the Frankish Empire and receive worship from more people, both inside and outside the tomb. It's like a temple proclaiming the will of the gods. It seems to be exploitation, but one day in the future, who will be the master and who will be the subordinate? Who will know?"

Arlanti fell silent, and Milava stared at him for a long moment. It seemed as if his words were only sinking in. "What do you mean...?" She was growing increasingly confused.

"This is actually a process of cooperation and confrontation, don't you think?" Cesar smiled. "I can use your past status to persuade the knights of the empire, and you can use my current status to restore glory. Although there is a lot of suspicion and anxiety between us, and no one knows who will stab the other one day, we can't do without each other."

"But...but...why? I don't understand. This is so..."

Alanti was extremely confused by his last words and instinctively wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a reason.

"Because humans are not only natural creatures, but also political animals, and the latter is indispensable," Cesar said. "Don't you think that the queen on the stage is a part of you? Don't you think that power, admiration, and status are also a part of you? Although we are not friendly on the level of natural creatures, what about politics? Do you really not need someone with status and power in the secular world to push you back to the human world? Since the knights of the empire are destined to awaken, who can replace your importance?"

Even though Alante was confused by his words, Milava glared at him again. Just like Cesar's opinion, Milava also had two identities coexisting in him, the former was feminine and eccentric, the latter was resolute and cruel. The former might admire him, but the latter would not, in fact, feel psychologically unbalanced because of his words that encouraged Alante.

Arlandi knew this, too. If she simply carves off Milava's feminine side, he'll be nothing more than a caged bird, only wanting to whisper to its master. Such a Milava would be easy to deal with, but it would be meaningless to her. She needed Milava to be an emperor, so she had to carve off more of his soul. It was precisely because of this that young Milava wavered between men and women, often giving way to one over the other.

The old Milava was the result of the latter completely crushing the former. As for the young Milava, no matter how much Cesar or Alante loved the feminine part of her, they could not let the former completely crush the latter.

Cesar patted Milava's shoulder. Even though Milava had been docilely accepting the kiss one moment and gritting his teeth the next, there was nothing he could do. For now, it was more important to stabilize Alanti.

He grasped Arlandi's bare shoulders. "Please tell me, my lady, how can I get you onto the stage? How can I make you the queen, radiant with dignity and love?"

"No, I can't find the feeling." She just shook her head, her thoughts still a little confused. "The history of the Frankish Empire is too far away. Now I have no body, only a soul. Without the appearance of my adult life, it is even more difficult to find the feeling of that time."

Cesar felt like he was looking for a leading actress for a theater. As for the audience, they were all Imperial knights who admired her stage persona. It was a strange feeling. Now, he had solved the problem of getting the actress back on stage, but he also had to solve the problem of her not having played her old role for so long and now having trouble finding the right feeling.

Looking at the situation with the male lead back then, Milawa, getting him to fit in was much more difficult than getting Alanti to do so. Snake Walker said that time couldn't be delayed for too long. If things continued like this...

Cesar covered Alanti's eyes with one hand, then looked at Milava and asked him

"How about following old Milava's memories and helping our Imperial Empress recall what it was like back then? You don't have to do anything, just say a few words."

The guy had just suppressed his emotions, but after hearing what he said, he started gritting his teeth again.

Even so, the young emperor let out a shallow breath, seemingly trying to calm himself. "Alan, today marks your wedding. The Imperial Knights have sworn allegiance to you, and the nobles present have also paid their respects. However, your school is nowhere to be seen. I will let them go this time, but I hope they will give me an explanation later."

Arlandi's voice trembled slightly, as if she felt a hint of the fear she had felt back then. It seemed that she had not yet fully grasped Milava's heart, and Milava still questioned her and the school behind her.

Cesar watched her being taken back to her memories, her body gradually becoming unresolved, a more mature illusion flickering like mist. Seeing this, he abandoned his politeness and reached out to embrace her from behind. He covered her eyes as usual, while his other hand grasped her smooth breasts and began to massage them roughly. His touch was so intense that his fingertips split into tiny tips. The erosive sensation made her body limp.

Just as Alante was about to struggle, Milava, seemingly finding some cruel pleasure in revenge, lowered his head and, in the tone of an emperor, issued a more forceful threat. Cesar dared to say this was the guy's own doing, but as the illusion of the young Alante became clearer, he let him go.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. My school..." She pursed her lips nervously, "is exploring many vital magical skills. Once completed, they will be of great benefit to the empire..."

Cesar gripped her neck, his fingers exerting a pressure that made her breath difficult and her face flush. Then he forced her face up and kissed her soft lips. The illusion on the stage overlapped with the real image. Initially thin, her lips gradually became plumper as he gripped her neck with a firm grip. As her lips grew redder and swollen under his relentless sucking, her breathing became more rapid, and her figure grew taller and fuller.

The narrow buttocks became round and plump, and before Cesar could do anything, Milava slapped her hard. This made her buttocks tremble, and with the sound of a snap, the white buttocks turned red.

Cesar glanced over, questioning him, and then saw Mirava look away. It seemed that Milava had never done this back then; this guy was taking the opportunity to retaliate and vent his emotions. It was hard to say what the young Milava's mindset was like now, or how he viewed the Queen Arlante in his dream. Right now, it seemed more like conflict.

Before he could ask for an explanation, Milawa held his chest and kissed him on the lips. Previously, it was just lips touching lips, but this time he offered his soft and charming little tongue, pried open his lips, and licked gently along his teeth.

Cesar glanced sideways, noticing that Arlanda hadn't reacted yet. So, while kissing the young emperor, he gripped the queen's incredibly white buttocks. He kneaded them vigorously, causing her face to flush again, and her hips gradually rose in his hands. Then, taking advantage of the situation, he thrust his snake forward, feeling her soft buttocks grip it and gently rub it.

That buttocks was, of course, plump and smooth, the touch astonishing. The burning snake's body slid relentlessly across her buttocks, its head repeatedly gliding through the slit, causing her to gasp and her lips to gradually become moist. Cesar didn't want to waste too much time on the foreplay. Once the snake's head sunk into those soft lips, he felt them slide apart as if greased, revealing small openings dripping with slime.

As soon as Milava broke the kiss, he glanced sideways and slapped the Queen's buttocks hard. Alante let out a low cry, bent down to hold onto the wall, and raised her buttocks. In a flash, Cesar's snake head slid in, sinking deep inside.

"Listen, Alanti," Milava said in a deeper voice, "your school has disregarded the authority of the Empire too many times. If you continue to make excuses like this, you will pay a higher price. I heard that your mother is very afraid of you. Has she ever punished you like this, telling you that you shouldn't say something?"

Before witnessing the remnant memory, Milava had no idea that Alante's mother feared Alante, even fearing her when Alante was still a fetus. So, this was Milava's revenge, waiting for an opportunity. It never happened back then. Cesar didn't say anything, just lowered his hand and pinched his tight buttocks through his pants.

The guy gasped in pain and was about to grit his teeth when Cesar grabbed his buttocks and kneaded them twice. He fell silent again, humming softly. Feeling that the young emperor had calmed down a bit, Cesar held the queen's waist and began to enjoy her warm passage.

As Milava recounted their conversation, Alante gradually found her groove. Cesar held her waist against his chest, her plump hips undulating, stroking the snake. This was the early years of the Emperor and Empress's marriage. She wasn't the wicked and innocent girl of her youth, nor was she the all-too-benevolent deity she would later be. A subtle timidity now adorned her face, a combination of delicacy and beauty, a voluptuous charm that could make one feel a little dizzy.

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The queen's cries gradually intensified, becoming more and more sweet and charming. Her snow-white body was slender and plump, like a charming fox. Her raised buttocks pressed against his abdomen, her round breasts swaying. Even though he knew this was her performance on stage, Cesar felt excited.

His thrusts grew stronger and stronger. Milava, leaning on his left arm, sneered, and occasionally, when he wasn't paying attention, she'd give him a hard slap on the butt. Arlandi cried out in pain, her beautiful white buttocks trembling and shaking, revealing a shimmering white skin.

Cesar bit Milava's ear and grabbed his buttocks hard, "Do you want to be spanked too?"

The young emperor gasped, "Is it not possible for me to make amends for the past?"

"First of all, that wasn't your experience, and then you said so many things that Milava didn't say! What if things go wrong?"

“Stage plays are all about improvisation.”

"What about slapping your butt?"

"You taught me that."

“I didn’t teach you that.”

"I've taught you what I've taught you!" Mirava wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, biting the corner of his lips. The kiss was too passionate. Not only was there a person hanging from his neck, but a pair of round breasts were wrapped around his arms, and his vision was obscured by the interlaced lashes of his closed eyes. Cesare couldn't see clearly, so he responded to the emperor's touch while entwining himself with the queen on the stage.

Cesar felt a wave of wild desire wash over him. Alante panted beneath him, letting him knead her round ass and squeeze her high, swaying breasts. Milava licked his lips, then bit his rough tongue, sucking it between her own soft lips and savoring it. In his ecstasy, Cesar felt Milava's delicate hands fall from his shoulders, resting on his broad chest and gently caressing it.

Suddenly, Arlante's hips tightened, and her already wet lips clamped tightly around the snake's body, twitching. Before Cesar could react, he felt a warm liquid gushing out, soaking his snake body and head, and even seeping out from the cracks and flowing down his thighs.

Milava made it so difficult for Cesar to control his physical entanglement that he could not lower his head, but he grabbed his jaw and forced him to lift his face up.

"Teacher, don't lower your head, just look at me..." he said in a low voice like a bird chirping.

After saying this, the young emperor lowered his head and kissed Cesar's chest, taking it in his soft lips and carefully sucking and licking it. Those misty eyes met his gaze, holding his gaze firmly. He kissed his left chest, circling it with the soft tip of his tongue, while stroking his right chest with his fingers, gently twisting it with his delicate fingertips. Cesar took a long breath, looking at his pretty red cheeks and misty smile, and felt his body swell up more and more. Finally, he could no longer bear it and emptied himself into Alante.

Chapter 477 You Will Be the One to Get Beaten

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"I recall some vague memories, Emperor Fran," the increasingly frail old man said. "Ever since the plague of thought eroded everything about me, my soul has shattered, my consciousness has gradually dissolved, and I've gradually become a mass of mud, filled with filth. In the end, it was Ferriers who traded one promise for another and let it go. It wasn't you, it was Ferriers."

“I have no time to worry about whose promise is more valuable, Kuna,” Milawa said.

"No, Emperor Farran, that's not the case. Between the promise I made to you and the promise I made to Ferrells, I have experienced unimaginable years. I... or rather, it, when Ferrells let it go, it had become something neither you nor I could have imagined."

"I too have waited unimaginable years," Milava frowned, "in this grave where time has lost its meaning."

"Your waiting is ignorant and incomprehensible, Emperor Fran," the wise man said, "You haven't truly experienced that. But I, I have truly experienced and witnessed every fork in the maze of time and every thread. When you and I met, I still had a clear consciousness, and you only saw a strange old man. However, when I met Ferriers, I could no longer recognize my own existence. You can't just follow the promise you made back then..."

"There are already many unimaginable things in this world," Milawa said simply, "and as for me, I have no room for caution."

It looked like communication between the old emperor and the elders wasn't going smoothly, Sephora thought. Both were stubborn, determined to follow their own paths deeper into the darkness, to the end. By this time, Aya was awake and could walk without Ajeh's support, but Cesar was still unconscious, seemingly pursuing another path, caught between the intersection of remnants of memory and reality.

Besides, the longing that enveloped him grew heavier.

Sefra carried Cesar and followed the old emperor in front of him, walking along a corridor that penetrated the giant wall from the crack in the valley. On both sides and under his feet were Kuna bricks whispering holy words.

Halfway through, she saw a hollow skull. Beneath the folds of its brain, spread out like a tree canopy, lay a transparent honeycomb of hundreds of eyeballs, reflecting the scene beyond the massive wall. The place was filled with people and beasts kneeling on the ground like believers, a solemn and eerie scene.

The massive walls were warm and humid, filled with endless reverberations of holy words. Human flesh tangled and bonded, yet there was no sense of longing, only a strange harmony. In this place, flesh and blood had lost their sense of desire, becoming mere bricks that formed the fabric of the community.

Although Sephora has many complaints about Cesar and feels that he often acts like a beast, if a person completely eliminates worldly desires and loses his animal side, he will also become a strange creature.

Finally, Milava carried the remains of the wise man to a gaping Kuna skull, the size of a mansion, perhaps the remains of an ancient Kuna king. As they passed through the maw, the Kuna continued to mutter to himself, the esophagus outside his throat like a deep, ancient well. Because Cesar's pants moved, Sefra slapped him in the stomach, and the man collapsed.

Ajiehe looked at Cesar thoughtfully.

"Most of our people's wall of life is missing," the wise man said as they followed the ancient Kuna king's gullet. "Only the outermost layer of our people still possess consciousness, able to resist the mad beast. But those within... they have all been taken away by it. Look at these mumbling hollow shells, they should have been the chosen people of the Kuna people, with sacred hearts."

"What kind of sacred heart is it, if it is so easily tainted by the plague of thought? Is it nothing more than a castle made of sand that will crumble at the slightest breeze?"

"Because it was an unimaginable evil wrought by the True Dragon, more evil than anything we have ever experienced, Emperor Farran."

"You have lost all wisdom, wise one. All that remains is an empty shell that can only mutter to itself. Your supposedly holy heart has succumbed to the call of the thought plague and transformed into something greater."

Sevra followed along, the two old men arguing all the way ahead. One offered constant advice, the other the old emperor refuted them. By now, neither she nor Ajeh wanted to interrupt. They simply followed behind, their heads bowed, eager to see what the old emperor was planning. When the esophagus reached the end, the old emperor silently stepped through, and they followed, disappearing into the deep darkness beyond.

She had prepared herself to face the unknown horror, but there was only dead darkness ahead, and she could not see anything. Apart from the incomprehensible whispers of the old emperor and the old man, she could not hear anything.

"This place is dying," Milava said. "Even without the Beastmen, it would be dying. When I last saw you here, there was still a glimmer of light here, but now even the last glimmer is gone."

"The glory here should have lasted until the end of the world and time." The wise man's voice was hoarse. "It was this thing that took away everything. It was this thing that took away the consciousness of our people, the glory of all living things, and the hope of continuation."

"It is you." Milawa was very rude. "It is your wisdom, your divinity.

, is everything that makes you a great being. And you, you are just the remnant it left behind, a poor creature who can only stand here because of it, or rather... a person."

"I still remember standing gravely wounded on the edge of the abyss, watching as those tribes who blindly believed in the Mistress fell into darkness, never to return. I sealed the Mistress and wiped out almost all the tribes that couldn't understand me, including my earliest brothers and sisters who were enlightened at the same time. I foresaw almost everything. I made so many sacrifices and endured so many years just to achieve the final salvation of myself, but I couldn't foresee another true dragon on the other side of the sea..."

"Your regrets are the residue it leaves behind," Milava whispered. "It will no longer regret, nor will it worry."

"I never thought of abandoning my worries and regrets," the wise man panted softly. "I just put them in the dark and didn't look at them. I only taught and preached, calling on my people to abandon those crazy beasts like me. They are nothing to be afraid of. If the thought plague had not infected it and bewitched the last king of my tribe, the beastmen would not have been born..."

"Your memory lies, old man. Your memory says that only your choice is right, and all others are wrong. But you are just a loser from an old era. A greater choice than you left you behind, and so the old era ended. You and everything you had ended."

"Yes," the wise man murmured, "but I must at least give all my relics to you, and not to those mad beasts. This world must never fall into their mad bestiality."

The Sage's withered face swiveled to gaze at Ajeh, who tilted her head slightly. Ajeh looked puzzled at first, then smiled, seemingly unconcerned with the judgment. The Sage harbored a palpable racial hatred for the wolf-headed Firstborn, yet, as Milava had said, he had ended with his old era.

Halfway through her journey, though still unable to see, Sevra felt a slight sway beneath her feet, as if she were walking on a suspension bridge. Below, she felt a sense of nothingness that threatened to swallow everything. She knew she was in an abyss, and she realized that the darkness behind the wall was filled with deep chasms and narrow suspension bridges. One wrong step would send her plummeting.

The most important thing now is to follow Milava and the Wise Man.

One suspension bridge after another stretched out. In just a few hundred meters, Sephora felt like he had walked across more than ten suspension bridges. The most exaggerated one was that there was only a piece of land the size of a farmhouse between the two suspension bridges.

This place confused her at first, but halfway through she realized that this was the original appearance of the world - a dark and broken earth, a spider-web-like abyss. These suspension bridges were the roads that once connected the many broken lands, and they were the only roads.

The wise man hadn't sealed the so-called mistress—the immature dragon—but he had sealed the dragon and the entire land it inhabited, trapping it and the original world in a stagnant time. Sephora crossed more rickety suspension bridges, experiencing the obscure and desolate world of yesteryear, feeling a moment of mesmerization. She loved the silence, darkness, alienation, and brokenness of this place, and even wanted to die here.

However, the silence soon dissipated.

As he walked onto the next suspension bridge, Sephora suddenly felt the sound of wind. The dark tide under his feet beat against the ancient rocks, and the cold wind blew through his hair. A heart-wrenching howl of a beast rose from the broken earth in the distance and filled the dark sky.

"The Beastmen have come to claim my legacy," the Wise Man hissed. "Hurry up, Emperor Farran! Even if you end up siding with the beasts, you must rule them, not them rule you!"

Milava seemed to pause, "Answer me a question first, wise man."

"question?"

"With the shreds of memory you have left, how do you determine who rules whom? And how do you consider the wisdom, resolution, divinity, and immortality that have been forsaken of you?"

Sephora felt that the two old guys slowed down their pace and moved forward slowly in silence. The howling of beastmen still echoed in the distant direction, and flames and billowing smoke gradually rose, revealing the bright red of death, dyeing the sky.

"The key isn't worldly domination," the wise man said slowly, "but rather whether your consciousness can maintain its dominance amidst the plague of thought, and whether it can resist other consciousnesses that maintain their dominance—it might even be a lowly philosopher in the secular world. If you are defeated, another consciousness will replace you and live on in your identity. At this moment, Mirava is a chair; whoever sits on it becomes Mirava."

"Who do you think is sitting in this chair of blood and bones?"

"It must not be Xue Gu himself." said the wise man.

......

Cesar clutched his lower abdomen and inched forward, feeling a sharp, slicing pain that threatened every desire, forcing him to keep still and move forward. A while ago, he'd hoped to find some more pleasure during this break, but ever since Sevra's blow, he'd felt a knife pressing against his vitals, making him nervous and uneasy, unable to break free. From the looks of things, it seemed Sevra was carrying him.

"We're almost there." Snake Walker turned around. "I can hear the sounds of death on the other side of the wall. The fighting is still going on."

塞萨

Er didn't answer; he didn't even have the energy to speak now. The Snake Walker used its spiked chain to tear through a tangled mass of Kuna bricks and stepped into a crimson glow. Cesar followed with Milava, while Alanti drifted lightly behind like an icy ghost.

Though numerous beasts and humans knelt outside the wall, chaos reigned on this side. The entrance to Bloodbone was blocked, filled with screams and roars, and the chaotic battle escalated under the rising flames. Even after passing through the Wall of the Ancients, Bloodbone still unleashed an endless stream of ancient beastmen through the remnants of Milava's memories. By now, Cesar had fully realized that the primary source of these remnants wasn't the stitched-together head he had brought with him.

The main body of the residual memory is rooted in the tomb of the wise man, and the human head is just a key.

Few knights awoke from the boundless solemnity. Though they fought bravely, never retreating a single step, they were unable to break through the ancient beastmen swarming throughout the Broken Lands.

Even with their weapon-wielding arms severed, the beasts with the heads of minotaurs used their bodies as battering rams. These rampaging giants wouldn't pose a threat on flat ground, but in this shattered world, they were able to repeatedly deflect attacks and push people into the abyss. The lizard-like, cat-like beastmen were even more threatening. This shattered world was already difficult to navigate, yet they managed to cling to the cliffs, often using their claws to snatch a knight down and drag him into the abyss. The boundary between memory and reality had become blurred, and these beasts, like nightmares, recurred and reappeared, even outpacing their own demise.

In the midst of the madness, the burning capital of the Frank Empire appeared. The raging fire in the residual memory emitted a red light like a plague, covering everything in the distance.

"Give me your blood, the more the better." Alanti actually smiled. "I want to use it as a spell material to summon the knights across the Rift Valley and send them all over here."

Cesar glanced at her, "Are you serious? You're not going to bleed me on purpose, are you?"

"Call me Mistress!" Alanti stared at him. "Ever since those beastmen attacked the capital, Milava has been condescendingly ordering me to devise a countermeasure. He's also been asking me to research a spell to send his loyal knights into the beastmen's lair. He's been driving and torturing me for so many years, and yet, even before his death, he refused to admit he was just angry."

"But it does sound useful," young Milava retorted. "Why have you never used it?"

"I just often get people stuck in rocks, embedded in tree trunks, or glued together," said Alante with a smile. "But the knights here are not afraid of death and pain, are they?"

"I'm going to give your ass a taste of the whip sooner or later," Milawa said loudly.

"Whip? Little guy, without the teacher you found to support you, do you think I'd be the one getting spanked? No, I've been wanting to whip your butt for a long time. No matter if you're old or young, you all have to experience the fear I felt back then."