Shadow of the Evil God

Cesar grasped the snake walker's tail, ignoring its nervous reaction, and wrapped it around his wrist, squeezing tightly. "The first snake walker received a portion of the legacy. It is destined to die, and this legacy is destined to become the legacy of its race. The problem is, this legacy will not be passed down to the snake walkers born before. These pioneers are destined to become stepping stones for the generations that come after them."

"Don't hold on so tight, Prophet. I know what you're trying to say..."

He looked at Milava, at the deceitful prophet hidden within this creature's soul. "Now, do you wish to watch helplessly as all you possess is torn apart and carried away, or do you wish to rise up in the name of another Milava, supported by Queen Allandi and charged by the knights of the Frank Empire, to claim what remains your share? Of course, you must give me a share, and I will pass it on to this little snake who has recognized me as its master, ensuring its dominance over all its fellows."

"You truly will never fail. There will always be a rope for you to grab onto and climb up," the deceitful prophet said in a melodious voice. "I once heard you say that you simply happened to find a successful path among all the paths that lead to failure. Now it seems that this doesn't seem to be true. - Did you find this path by chance, or did you just throw a rope and force it out?"

"Then what do you want me to say? That this path has failed, it's blocked, and your inheritance has been robbed?" Cesar glanced at her. "There's no such thing as complete failure or utter hardship. It's just a matter of finding another cable car to throw out and trying to climb again. If this one doesn't work, try the next one. Even if old Milava has already taken all the inheritance, don't we still have a way to make him spit it out? You're its master. Don't say you don't know how to ripen yourself. Make him choose between growing up immediately and falling into eternal stillness or spitting everything out."

The Snake observed him for a moment, its tail gradually tightening around his arm. "There's truth in your words, Prophet, and I agree with you. However, have you ever considered that the true dragon's consciousness now resides within Milava's soul? How will our young emperor view this legacy?"

As Allanti began to ascend toward the dome, young Milava took a step forward. He looked displeased to see the elder Milava using the legacy of the true dragon to gain an advantage. After all, the old emperor already had many advantages. Was this guy also trying to compete with the deceitful prophet for the legacy?

"Mile..." Cesar said thoughtfully, "Have you ever thought that if you just follow the path that old Milava once took, you will only be left further and further behind? He has already occupied so much of the inheritance. Even if you want to snatch it, you can only compete with the owner of the inheritance for a smaller share, and then you will be left further and further behind?"

"I......."

"Do you feel

Is the aura of the God of War and Conflict weakening within the old emperor? Cesar asked him again, "Once the True Dragon's legacy possesses him, he will no longer be Helgast's Chosen. Do you wish to pick up the scraps of his legacy, or do you wish to become Helgast's only Chosen, surpassing him by following a path he can no longer tread?"

Chapter 481 This is a snake that clings to you

The deceitful prophet's voice echoed again, "Do you want the world to run according to your ideas, Cesar? You've repeatedly said that everything you do is for yourself and those around you. But in reality, you want to reach out to everyone you can, to carve out another path for everyone walking your way. How many people have been influenced by you along the way, deviating from their original path?"

"You're the one wasting too much time searching for meaning." Cesar glanced at Milava, almost seeing the prophet in his soul through his body. "I don't need meaning in what I do, nor do I want to ponder the far-reaching impact of my actions. If the people in this world become different because of my decisions, it's only because they received my advice and made their own decisions."

Upon hearing this, Alanti turned around and looked at both of them.

"I still remember many years ago, it was also my ancestor who told me, 'You don't need to be impatient. Just move forward at your own pace and you will reach hope. I will just stand behind you and watch over you quietly.'" she said.

Cesar raised an eyebrow. What was the difference between the deceitful prophet's words and his own? One said he simply stood behind his descendants, watching over them; the other said he simply did something, leaving others to make their own decisions. Their words seemed different, but at their core, they were very similar. In terms of how they affected others, they were practically identical.

Neither of them spoke. Cesar held Milava's shoulders, encouraging him to make a decision, while the trickster prophet huddled up silently, looking rather unhappy that their colleagues had met but now were enemies.

The most troublesome thing for a would-be prophet is the presence of another prophet who not only preaches a different path but also has the upper hand over her.

The Deceitful Prophet could be a perfect guide and teacher. After all, she had single-handedly established the order of the Pantheon and the existence of the Yestren School. However, now that she saw her beloved Milava gradually embarking on the path laid out by Cesar, it meant that she had become attached to someone who would never, ever believe in her again.

For her, this may be unbearable, but she has to endure it.

"Put on the armor you wore when you charged across the drawbridge, Mile." Cesar said, gripping his shoulders. "Old Milava no longer knows where the people's hearts lie. After so long suffering and loss, these knights need victory, guidance, and hope with a banner held high to lead them forward. You assumed this role on the drawbridge, drawing everyone's attention. And where's the old emperor? He's still shouting about regaining honor for your emperor."

"I am different from him..."

"Yes, you are different from him," Cesar said. "You stand here, you have seen and experienced so much, you understand the will of the people better than he does. With this will, with the support of Allanti and all the knights here, move forward, break through those crazy beasts, stand between the snake walkers and the old emperor, and get your share of power. Not only the legacy of the real dragon, but also the will of Helgast that is fading from the old emperor's body - take them."

Young Milava looked up at him. Alranti was already raising his arms and shouting. Seeing their queen appear, surrounded by whistling frost, the knights froze in their tracks. Only a few responded to the old emperor, but seeing the majority of the troops still standing, they too hesitated.

The old emperor stared at Alanti in the dome with crazy eyes.

"Let me listen to your heartbeat," young Milava whispered. "I want to know if the sound here is sincere." He placed his right hand on his chest, stroking it with his fingers, then moved his dusty cheek to press against his chest. "What does this mean?" he asked.

Cesar exhaled lightly and hugged his shoulders. "This means that while old Milava may seem incredibly brave and shrouded in glory, he has already betrayed the people of the empire and is about to become a dragon that is no longer human. He only wants to look up to the gods, abandoning everything else for something unattainable. But you can look down at everyone here and feel their hopes and expectations. People will follow you, while he can only fly through the sky like an empty evil, roaring wildly."

"I'm still uneasy, but I will follow your guidance, teacher." Milawa's voice was gentle, making people's hearts itch. "But you must know that this is not because you are a prophet, but because you are my teacher Cesar. I believe that the relationship between us is more irreplaceable than that between prophet and guided. More or less, I use these thoughts to make up for my lack of faith and the worries in my heart. Please understand this. What is important is not only your words, but also the person who says them."

Cesar patted Milava's shoulder gently, and when he saw him standing on tiptoe with his hands on his chest, he kissed him on the lips, licked the corner of his own mouth, and turned to pack his armor.

A parting kiss? It seemed that they were all prepared for the Tomb of the Wise to fall apart, and for them to be separated in the collapse, and even prepared for each of them to go their own way after being separated. The uprisings and wars that followed were their own affairs, and had nothing to do with others. When they met again, their respective situations would be different.

It must have been very different.

Judging from his words and actions alone, Milava was sweet and charming, but honestly, his words had put a certain amount of pressure on Cesar. The deeper a man like him got into a relationship, even willing to overcome his mental discomfort and transform into a woman for the duration, the more likely he would come back like a sharp blade to pierce Cesar if something went wrong.

Because there is a deceitful prophet who is constantly talking to Mirava and analyzing Cesar's speeches, Mirava will definitely be very clear about his instigation. Even if he is not clear about it at the moment, he will gradually understand it later. This is the benefit of being sandwiched between two conflicting prophets and listening to the words of both sides.

Furthermore, because of what happened with Arlanti, Milava must have known that there are no eternal relationships in the world, let alone eternal beauty and goodness. He still said this, and his words carried a sense of expectation for eternal change, which in itself was very subtle.

The subtle feeling of uneasiness came back, of course, not because of any external uneasiness, but because Cesar was constantly reaching out in all directions, and because of the uneasiness caused by this.

Like a giant tree, Cesar planted his roots and stretched his canopy, attempting to entrench himself in the sky above the surrounding trees, integrating his thoughts and even his blood into everything. Most of the time, this allowed him to live better, but other times, he would reach places with hidden dangers, becoming entangled by thorns and vines, unable to retreat or move forward in this direction.

The Serpent Walker watched as the armored Milava, sword and banner raised, marched toward the increasingly frenzied battlefield. "I smell danger," it said. "Her words sound sweet, but they're tinged with sweet poison, don't you think? This creature is more of a snake than I am, and a snaking one at that."

“You have a lot of opinions?”

"For a prophet, you're reaching too far. This guy is mentally unstable. The right decision is to stand behind her and watch over her like the ancient prophet did."

"Her? Do you really have to stick with your name?"

"I don't want to ignore reality for the sake of respect like you do, Prophet," Snake Walker denied. "This thing is just a bunch of vines, with almost no part that can be called a tree. It's you who put down roots in her land, pushing her vines into the sky and the sun. The higher she rises, the tighter she will strangle you. What I said just now was almost a hint of that."

"You can think of me as someone who has a lot of debt and doesn't worry about it," Cesar said. "Besides, some things don't require deliberate response. As long as you follow the established path, most difficulties will be resolved naturally."

"I'll take it as it is," the Snake Walker said. "You are a prophet, and your plight is no cause for concern for me. But how do you intend to help me? I doubt the true master will share her own relics with outsiders. If I don't receive this legacy, you won't have to expect a share in the glory of the Snake Walker tribe."

"My body is calling me from not far behind Milava," Cesar said. "I don't need to go this distance. I can return to my body right now and stand up not far behind old Milava. If I catch you now, I can take you with me. But you have to find a way to not look like a snake walker, at least not to be recognized by your ancestor."

Its tongue hissed, signaling its nervousness. "A spy within the tribe?"

"Your expectations are not what a beastman should have," Cesar said.

"Even the First Ancestor betrayed his mission, so why should I be surprised if I betray the hopes of my tribe?" said the Snake Walker. "Our tribe's tragedy lies in its obsession with the conflict between the Beastmen and the Kuna. In the end, we'll all be Kuna at the other extreme. If history continues to remain static, I suspect the Beastmen will become a living grave. A bunch of pathetic creatures, huddled in the primeval forest without the true God's call. If they want to bury themselves in a grave, then so be it. I will dig down my roots and extend my branches to every patch of land."

"Now, I'm going to give you human blood," Cesar said. "So, are you ready to face the world with another identity? Are you ready to disguise yourself as a human and fight your own kind? Not just this time, but many, many times in the future. With this identity, you can even stay in every one of our libraries as a human."

"No more promises," the snake-walker's voice hissed even more fiercely. "Your promises are too sweet, Prophet. Could you please be more restrained when you use words to exploit the weaknesses of others? My will cannot withstand such a cruel test."

"You are quite good at self-examination." Cesar led the Snake Walker back into the shadows, watching the roaring Flan Knights rush through the corridor. Then, he cut a long gash on his hand.

Smelling the blood in the shadows, the snake walker practically reached its head to its waist, its neck and body bent as if boneless. Of course, this creature didn't have human bones—it was all cartilage. It struggled to control its thirst, its mouth slit open, its fangs flashing coldly, its tail lifted into the air and swaying back and forth, trembling as it tried to tighten its grip.

This guy described Milawa as a snake, a snake that entangles people, which is actually a reference to its own physiological behavior.

Cesar stroked its cheek, feeling the blood gradually seeping into the snake's scales, making them sticky and slippery.

"From now on, to make your activities in the human world appear more legitimate," he said, "you can act as if you are emulating the legendary warrior Nauzog... Would you like to go to the human world in advance to witness something? I have some brutal things to do in the northern Kasar Empire, and I can teach you some of them so that you can truly understand the operation and collapse of human society."

"You mean to say that if the First Ancestor and the tribe ask about my experience, I can also attribute your actions to myself?"

The general's affairs cannot all be handed over to the greedy banker, and it would be too challenging to hand it over to the people around him. This snake-walker who is curious about the human world is the most suitable.

Chapter 482 Snake Walker

At first, Cesar wanted to say a few more words, but the dragon gradually disintegrated in the hands of Snake Walker and Milava, and the metal ball that sealed it began to shatter. A low, slow sound gradually emerged from it, like the roar of ocean waves. The sound quickly spread, becoming more solemn and heavy with each passing moment.

Beasts roared, knights howled, and thousands of voices echoed within Black Mountain, as if men thirsting for destruction were raging against the gods. The frantic howls and the roar of shattered seals merged, resounding throughout heaven and earth, shaking the rocks and earth within and beyond Black Mountain, drowning out all other sounds.

Amidst the roar, Cesar saw the Snake Walker crouched low to the ground, its tail wrapped tightly around his wrist like a drowning man grasping at a straw. He could feel its labored breathing, its stagnant air practically escaping the ground. Its venom seeped uncontrollably from its fangs, corroding the earth with a hissing sound and sending plumes of white smoke rising. It looked like a child, struck by a blow, kneeling on the ground, choking and retching painfully.

He, too, felt his thoughts slow and his consciousness stagnant, yet a sense of primitive ignorance welled up within him, tinged with frantic longing. He knew the aura of the True Dragon had intimidated both humans and beastmen. Their bodies remained unaffected, but their consciousness was frozen. Their acquired wisdom had stagnated, leaving only innate instincts. It seemed as if he, too, had once been a blind beast.

The snake-walker before him had reached this point because it had suppressed its innate instincts through acquired thinking, a combination of the Beastman's madness and its total devotion to Analik. In this process, undue selfish desires had arisen from its wisdom, replacing its fervent devotion. This was a rare occurrence, as Beastmen's innate instincts were far stronger than those of the Franks, and suppressing them through acquired thinking was no less tantamount to a human annihilating all desires.

The snake crawler opened its side-slit mouth wide, as if making a sharp cry, but no one could hear it clearly in the roar.

The breath of the true dragon is suppressing the self-awareness of all people and beastmen, and is making them regress in the most primitive direction.

Cesar thought of his own skepticism and worldly philosophy, his own vacillating attitude between humanity, divinity, and bestiality. He also thought of the Franks, a people whose minds vacillated between the divinity of the Kuna and the bestiality of the Beastmen. In this sense, he was most similar to them, and he naturally wished to be among them. If possible, he also wanted the Beastmen, who stood at the extremes, to join him, casting the same scrutinizing gaze in every direction that he did.

Just like the guy in front of him.

Cesar looked out at the hoarfrost escaping from the metal balls, watching them sweep across the entire Black Mountain, passing through all the people and beasts, but without affecting their charge, fighting and roaring.

He confirmed once again that the chill brought by the True Dragon froze not the body, but the consciousness itself. After this death in battle, Cesar saw that the knight who had died more than ten times while charging the bridge had not reappeared, nor had the beastmen who had assassinated Ferrieres. The knights torn apart by claws never rose again, and the beastmen slain by blades never reappeared. They remained frozen in the same position as they had in their final moments of death, their frozen consciousness sealed within their corpses, fading along with their bodies.

The aura of the True Dragon swayed humans and beastmen, driven to primal lust, like two herds of beasts locked in a fierce struggle. Their numbers were dwindling, and no matter how Bloodbone and Allanti summoned more knights and beastmen, they could not make up for the losses. The Snake Walker Progenitor and the Old Emperor stood among these gradually fading humans and beasts, yet they stood apart from them all, maintaining an inhuman calm.

Cesar felt that the old emperor and the ancestor of the snake walkers were both fanatics. Now that they had such a calm expression, it was very likely that they had been eroded and their lives were disturbed by the existence and memory of the real dragon.

It seems that inheriting this legacy is an extremely dangerous act. They must fight against the existence and memory of the real dragon. They must fight, occupy, and fight for it at the same time.

This was the moment when Mirava and the Snake Walker Progenitor were at their weakest and least prepared, but braving the dragon's presence to reach them was no easy task. Bloodbone and Alanti both raised protective barriers, but they could only protect a few. The others, along with the beastmen, degraded further the closer they got to the dragon. Some knights even dropped their swords and engaged in a monkey-like struggle with the beastmen.

Cesar continued to bleed the snake walker, feeling its venom hissing on his hand, and the forked tongue tightening around him, almost swallowing his arm whole.

Young Milava, blessed by the deceitful prophet, was the most lucid person in the place. Behind him lay the shadow of a dragon, growing stronger with each frost sweep. The scent of rust grew stronger around him, and a crimson aura like smoke seeped from the old emperor, gathering steadily toward the young one. In his trance, Cesar could almost see a grotesque and terrifying divine figure, a rusty, misty body and blade-like limbs.

This fellow brandished his sword amidst the beasts, taking arduous steps toward the old emperor, constantly absorbing the divine power of Helgast that was draining from him. His eyebrows arched upward, his inhuman gaze filled with stubborn longing, as if he saw the shadow of an outlander through this tomb, and spoke to it of the old emperor's betrayal and his longing.

It's not time yet.

Cesar thought that the best time to intervene would be when the old Milava completely gave up Helgast's power and the young Milava inherited everything, and when the two of them were swinging swords at each other.

Cesar took a small step back. After receiving so much blood, the snake walker finally regained some consciousness. A pale green magic barrier rose from behind it, covering the gap and isolating the roaring echo.

"Your blood is truly strange..." It coughed, reaching out its hands to prop itself up. It was still huddled on the ground, its blood-soaked face adorned with long, cyan hair, cascading down its forehead, ears, nose, and cheeks. A series of turquoise magic runes were etched into its pale skin, shimmering faintly, as if straining to summon its wisdom and suppress its innate instincts.

Cesar reached out his left hand to pull it up, pulling his right arm out of its slit mouth. Though it had the appearance of a human woman, its mouth stretched wide, its corners ripping all the way to its ears, making its entire face look like it was split in two. Its tongue, slightly thicker and more human-like in feel, was still long enough to wrap around his wrist three or four times.

When he pulled his wrist free and the creature closed its mouth, he finally saw a face he couldn't quite decide whether to describe as alluring or eerie. Though young and beautiful, its cheeks were adorned with unobstructed snake scales. Though too fine to discern, they stretched from the corners of its eyes to its jaw. Its mouth curved in a gentle arc, but it remained fixed. This wasn't a smile; it was simply a natural curve, and when it opened, it would follow the curve of its corners and spread to its ears.

Cesar looked at it for a moment and found that it had been maintaining this arc. At first glance, the smile looked beautiful, but it looked scary the next time. The more he looked at it, the less human it seemed, even less human than when the dog couldn't act human yet.

As his body shrank, the rusted armor fell to the ground, leaving the serpent-walker naked. His upper body was bathed in blood, but his lower body remained a serpent, coiling like a long, winding snake. A few light scales covered his plump chest, gradually spreading down his abdomen, transforming into a two- to three-meter-long tail.

The snake's body was a dark blue, with poisonous markings on it. The tip of its tail wrapped around his neck, then looped three or four times along his left arm and around his chest, causing his genitals to bulge forward. It then coiled down around his waist, where soft white skin was dotted with dark blue scales, and slid between his legs. Even so, the snake's tail still piled up on the ground.

"But it's not enough..." It reached forward, its green nails grabbing his shoulders, almost wanting to pierce them, "In order to make me look more human, why don't you sacrifice a little more..."

Cesar raised his eyebrows slightly. "Is this what you should say now? Although I don't have any intention of being a master, what do you think you should say?"

"I don't know..." It opened its snake eyes wide, like a piece of emerald green crystal, "Prophet? Master? I only know the meaning of these titles, but I don't really understand. Is it used to express respect? I have tried my best to restrain my words and deeds to express respect. But you didn't refuse me to strangle your neck with my tail, right? The feeling of suffocation... You shouldn't mind the feeling of suffocation, right? I can comfort you later..."

"You need to first consider the meaning of respect." Cesar spoke as he felt the snake's tail tighten around him. He was immortal, but all his feelings and sensual desires existed, even the experience of death itself. His breathing became choked, and then his cheeks flushed. Amidst this intense feeling of suffocation, the smooth, fine scales slid across his body, the snake's tail gradually enveloping him, covering more and more of his body.

"My mother said that this is the greatest respect it can show to other ancestors." Its hands trembled as it gripped his shoulders tighter and tighter. Its snake body wrapped around his neck, bound his chest and back, and restrained his limbs. Its shaking tail slid down his abdomen little by little, teasing his lower body that was swollen in the experience of death.

It was tightening its grip on him, squeezing him into its body, his cheek sinking into the chest it held up with its snake-like body. Then it bit him, its neck bending as if boneless, its fangs sinking into his cheek, but even that wasn't enough. "Can I..." It opened its mouth wide, its cheeks threatening to tear apart. "I want to swallow you whole, Master Prophet, from head to toe."

Chapter 483 Don’t Use Your Fingers

"Where do you get such strong desires?" Cesar stared at it. "Have you been suppressing them? Why? For rational knowledge?"

"You're right..." The Snake Walker licked the wound on his cheek with his forked tongue. "I was one of the first batch of snake eggs laid by my mother. However, my mother ate all my sisters when they were still eggs."

"So, it's fear?"

The snake walker stared at him and muttered to himself, "The ancestor's urge to reproduce is too strong, and the tribe does not need other females. My brother mated with her until death, and then gave birth to the next generation of the tribe. The next generation of the tribe mated with her again, and then gave birth to the next generation, and so on. In order to replenish the nutrients missing during the tribe's reproduction, sometimes she would eat her own eggs, and sometimes she would eat children who were too weak to contribute seeds. Because of instinct, the tribe thinks this is as it should be, as if we are not a group of snakes, but a colony of ants..."

Cesar stared at the other person's vertical pupil, trying to soothe it, trying to make it become her. "You are now incarnating as a human, you should try to experience the world from our perspective," he said.

"I became a human? From where? From these scales that never fall off, or from this mammalian organ?" She straightened up and stroked her plump, snow-white breasts. "A reproductive tool covered with nerves, reminds me of those descendants of the ancestors who don't look like snakes. You know, I'm the descendant closest to the ancestors, the one who most resembles a snake. That's why my eggs can survive my mother's fangs."

"What about your brother? Who is the one who challenged Milava to a duel with a rapier?"

"What a poor little bird." She tightened her grip around him. "Every day, it's tortured to exhaustion by its mother. It becomes more hunched over day by day, and the seeds it can contribute become fewer and fewer. Even if it manages to survive and isn't eaten by its mother, only a few remnants will remain, echoing within its shell. No one will care whether it dies or not."

There were strange emotions in her words, including fear of the ancestor devouring his descendants and fanaticism for her own bloodline, which meant that she actually didn't like wearing a human mask.

Some of the descendants of the Snake-Walking Progenitor are closer to snakes, closer to the Progenitor herself, but others are closer to mammals or birds. Because of personal experience, because the Progenitor's fangs tore through all her sisters' eggs but spared her life, she discovered that being a snake is beneficial to survival. According to her, she also treated other non-snake-like kin as ordinary animals, just as humans view dogs on a leash.

It seems that there is an essential difference between the Snake Walker and Ajeh - Ajeh grew up among the human race. No matter how wild and unruly she is, she looks at everything from a human perspective.

But the Snake Walker was different. Perhaps donning a human mask was like a human pretending to be a dog, forced into a coercive act. She was now tightly restraining Cesar, like a human strangling a dog. Although Cesar was exceptionally intelligent and an inspiration to her, her instincts and habits prevented her from viewing him normally, as Ajeh had.

From this point of view, Nauzog must have felt the same way when he became a human.

"But you crave our knowledge, Snake Walker." Cesar studied her, "and you know very well how mad your people are now."

"The madness of our tribe is due to this tomb, the cursed blood and bones, and everything that happened at the fork in time, not because my tribe deserves this. I am trying to save it, do you understand, Prophet? The ancestor is gradually going crazy under the temptation of blood and bones, leading my tribe into the abyss. It has spent its entire life under the watchful eyes of blood and bones, like a puppet. If I don't do something, we will..."

"You'll likely go mad even faster than your ancestor. You're filled with so many conflicts, struggles, anxieties, and fears. Your emotional outburst has seriously impacted our distribution of the True Dragon's inheritance. At this point, it won't be your ancestor who's driven mad, but you."

"As long as this desire remains within me, I won't be able to wear the mask of a human!"

The snake-walker growled and curled up, wrapping her entire lower body around him. Now she was no longer relying on her snake body to stand on the ground. She wrapped him tighter and tighter, her upper body circling around him like a ghost, from chest to back, and back to chest again. Finally, like a ghost, she emerged from the side of his waist, her full breasts climbing up along his abdomen until their eyes met again.

Her fine scales were smooth and cool, while her bloodstained flesh was warm and clammy. This was particularly evident on her abdomen, where snake scales and human skin intertwined. This mingled heat not only irritated his mind, but must have also been unpleasant for her. Of course, it could also be said that when a beast is overwhelmed by desire, the feeling of losing control is unbearable.

Cesar struggled to free his arm. While this essentially tore it apart, removing part of his human form, he couldn't afford to dwell on that now. He began by moving down her spine, feeling her hips, still human-like, rising gradually from the waist down to the abdomen. The hollow in the middle was the gluteal groove, covered in smooth scales, but lacking the small openings typical of mammals. When he touched her, she showed no reaction.

This time, he wrapped his split arms around

He leaned forward, tracing her waist and moving down her abdomen, stroking from human skin to snake scales. When he touched a spot similar to a human, he felt the snake's body dent inward, and the scales gradually became finer and smaller, until they disappeared into the...

It's not a slit, it's the cloaca, a light pink hole used for both reproduction and excretion.

She gasped as she felt Cesar's fingers brushing against its edge, like the gentle touch of a feather. Not only did her snake body tense even more, but her upper body also tightened around him, her dark green nails raking grooves into his back.

"I don't want to be with..." she moaned softly.

"In our words, it's a proud human being who doesn't want to mate with a beast, is that right?" Cesar said as he inserted his finger a little and hooked the tender flesh of her cloaca.

The snake walker's panting intensified again, her tail trembling and shaking, and blue veins bulged in her arms. Those plump, white flesh was too heavy, each almost as big as her head. Now, they swelled even more on his shoulders, tightly wrapped around his neck between her tightly clasped arms, pressing against his cheek.

"That's not what I meant, first... Master Prophet."