Shadow of the Evil God

"Don't tell me," Sevra said. "We will go our separate ways. You return to your fortress, and I will continue my journey to World's Edge."

"I imagine he'll find some reason to make you stay," Diana said nonchalantly, "or at least for a while. Will you allow me to observe and sample you, dear?"

"I'm going crazy," Sevra sighed. "What do you want, Cesar?"

"Allandi escaped with Blood Bone, but we can still use Zavulon's sword to seal Dong Ye. The sooner the better." Cesar said.

Diana raised her eyebrows and tilted her head towards him. Sevra sighed. "You want me to wield a sword?" she asked. "And at your dear mother-in-law?"

"There's no one more suitable," Cesar said. "If this sword had gone a little off, it wouldn't be Winter Night that was sealed in, but Bernadette."

"First, tell your troublesome and nosy wife about this." Sevra curled her lips. "About the fact that you asked me to pierce her mother's heart."

"I know who Alranti is." Diana raised a bloody finger, muttered a spell, and transferred a drop of blood from Sevra's back into an empty potion. The creature's claim that she wanted to take a sample from Sevra seemed genuine. "So, my ancestor, the forgotten Queen of Farran, is now on the side of the Beastmen?" she asked.

"This matter is complicated, we can discuss it when we get back. But first of all, your school is not a school of magic, but a sect that worships real dragons." Cesar said.

"Keep going," Diana said, running her fingers over Sevra's peeling back. It itched and stung, and her eyes widened, her pupils almost dilating.

"This is the beginning," Cesar said. "Your first ancestor was the incarnation of a true dragon. The Yesterlen School she created was her own True Dragon Cult. However, things changed by the time of Arlandi's generation. She is an evil creature born from the memories of more than ten generations of ancestors. She even has the ability to disobey and deceive the incarnation of the True Dragon."

"First, it possessed the memories and personalities of more than ten generations of ancestors, and then it developed its own identity?" Diana lowered her head and grasped Sevra's exposed waist. Her white fingertips traced the edge of her wound. The creature's neck trembled, and the hairs on its back seemed to stand on end. "I understand," she nodded. "It is indeed a bizarre creature. Please continue."

"For his own far-reaching purposes," Cesar lifted Sevra's frail hand and squeezed it. "Or rather, to deceive your earliest ancestors, Alanti cut himself into two parts. One part became Dongye, who ruled your school for over a thousand years. Each of your generations, until your mother Bernadette, was controlled by Dongye through them, accumulating power for Alanti."

"It seems the other part is the stitched head." Diana stared at her blood-stained hands. Countless emotions and thoughts seemed to flash through her mind in an instant, but she suppressed them all. "But I never noticed Dongye's presence. Why is that?"

"I think Dong Ye is unconscious," Cesar said, "You can't even feel that she has a soul. If she is not there

Even if she is right next to you, you will think she does not exist."

"So the terrible power that Mother wields is essentially derived from Winter Night..."

"Drawing spells from the blood pool that has been accumulated by the True Dragon Sect for over a thousand years," Cesar said. "Allanti believes that the Yesterlen School is her blood pool. Generations of you have been sacrificed to accumulate blood pools for her return."

"You want to seal off the winter night?" said Diana.

"It's sealed in a sword that can drain souls," Cesar said. "This sword belongs to the library's owner. You've seen it and know how terrifying it is. I originally used the sword to seal Alanti, but she deceived me for a long time, causing me to let down my guard. Then she escaped when I was not paying attention. It will be difficult to seal her again, so we must seal Dongye first to prevent Alanti from taking everything from the Yesterlen School."

"Considering the danger of this sword, it must be handled by the right person." Diana also reached out and gently touched Cesar's hand. "Just use this hand?"

Sevra snorted. "If you're frightened and undecided, you can find a swordsman you trust. I don't consider her blood relationship when I kill someone."

"You're like a cat with its tail pinched, dear," Diana said in her usual gentle tone. "It's natural for me to waver. But considering all the signs, I have no other choice, so there's no point in wavering. The conflict and mutual restraint between emotion and reason are part of our lives. If I had convinced myself, I wouldn't blame you for it."

Perhaps because Diana's words were too perfect, Sevra fell silent again. It was obvious that she was not used to hearing someone say such a comprehensive statement.

"Of course," Diana continued, "if you really killed her and made things completely irreversible, I might stand behind you and stare at you with the eyes of a vengeful ghost. But you won't mind, right?"

"If you really stare at others like a ghost, it will scare them," said Cesar.

"That's natural," Diana glanced at him. "If you become too rotten, so rotten that you can't even make noble rot wine, that day won't be far off."

Chapter 498 My Good Dog

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Although Cesar was already extremely familiar with the ruins and wanted nothing more than to leave as quickly as possible, Diana, seeing the distorted landscape, decided to explore them one by one. After deliberating for a moment whether to face Ajeh or Diana alone, Sevra unsurprisingly chose the latter and acted as Diana's guide, leaving Cesar, unwilling to move, to stare at Ajeh in bewilderment.

Soon, he took Gouzi's hand and pulled her over to hold her on his lap. He couldn't tell what she had been through, as she still had that childlike smile on her face, which could be interpreted as lively and free, or as cruel and bloody, depending on what she was facing.

This was a race of pure, terrifying evil. Although she called Analik her mother, Cesar believed, judging by all indications, that the Faceless Ones were also part of the evil created by the Kunar, closely connected to the Wall of the First Men. However, the Wall had collapsed, and the last remaining flames of the Kunar had been extinguished. What was the point in pondering her origins?

"Have you ever thought that you and Ferriers have let go of the real creator of these things?" Ajiehe asked.

"The Wise One." Cesar immediately understood. "He is the core of the Kuna race."

Gouzi rocked her head on his knees, folding her arms overhead, tossing her waist-length hair back and forth, brushing against his cheeks and fingers. In the afterglow of Diana's spell, it was like golden honey, its tips tinged with blood-red. It seemed, as she'd said, that the passage of time meant nothing to her, and that spiritual emptiness and the weariness of the soul, so many qualities that arise from the human heart, were nonexistent in her.

In the past, Cesar always wanted her to regain her humanity, but now seeing her at ease, and thinking about how she had been watching over him for thousands of years, he didn't know what to say.

"Sometimes I feel like the Faceless Ones are what's left after humans lost something." Cesar stroked her golden hair. "After seeing the Wall of the Ancients, I feel that those bricks aren't entirely Kuna. They're what's left after something was stripped away from them."

"Even if the thing in your arms truly is a part of itself, a brick in the wall, it has already been destroyed along with the Tomb of the Wise." Ajeh crossed her arms. "However, the Faceless Ones wreaked havoc throughout the Kuna Dynasty; it was indeed a strange history. Since the demise of the Kuna people, no one has seen any signs of their rampage. It's hard not to suspect they were created because of the Kuna people."

"Her name is Mother Analik," Cesar said. "Do you have any idea?"

"I thought of the Holmonks in the Forge of Sagaros," said Ajeh.

"There are indeed some similarities," Cesar said thoughtfully. "The residue from the burnt human body became the Holmonks, and the residue from the fallen Kuna people became the Faceless Ones... However, compared to the Holmonks and the monks of Sagaros, the Kuna people are much more extreme. They peel off their own skin much more thoroughly."

Ajiehe looked at the dog. "You could say it's the abandoned lives that accepted Analik's life and love. Even though they have no souls, they have the right to survive."

"You have respect for Analik?"

"I'm only stating the facts," Ajeh said, raising an arm to support her face. "Analik treats all living beings equally, showering them with the love of a mother. You understand this most deeply. Even corpses and debris are considered living beings. Given the opportunity, it will grant them endless vitality."

"Can you remember what happened before you were born?" Cesar looked at the Faceless Man in his arms.

"Before birth?" She shook her head, then tilted her head back, her blood-red eyes blinking. "I don't quite understand what you're saying, Master. Even if you insist on asking me, you should at least explain it clearly. What kind of thing is it? Has anyone else spoken of something similar?"

"So how do you feel?" Cesar asked her.

"Feelings?" The dog's eyes widened and he raised his arms towards him. "I don't know, but maybe you can hug me first?"

Cesar held her waist tightly, his fingers peeling back her clothes and exploring upwards, gripping her smooth breasts and kneading them gently for a while. But Gouzi wasn't satisfied until his fingers spread apart and stretched, binding her breasts tightly, and wrapping the beads tightly with his slender fingertips, sucking them in until they swelled. Only then did she lean against him softly, her eyes moistened.

"What now?" He stroked her lips with his other hand, gently touching her face that kept breaking and closing like white porcelain.

"You have to start first, then I will know how to describe it, master." The dog said, "I don't know where to start."

Cesar was still thinking when Ajiehe spoke up, "Where are your people now?"

Gouzi glanced at Cesar and saw him nod slightly, so she propped up her chin with her fingers and thought for a moment. "All returned to the mother's arms," ​​she said. "That's it."

"Is this the beginning, or the end?" Ajiehe asked again. It seemed that as the First Born over a thousand years ago, this fellow had considerable knowledge of the origins and evolution of the Faceless.

Seeing that the dog started to rub his face with its cheek again, Cesar

His hands continued to knead her breasts, while his left hand caressed her abdomen, quickly spreading tears. He touched the delicate tips of his fingers to the soft lips beneath her, teasing them for a moment before his knuckles sealed them like lips, sucking diligently as if kissing. His fingertips continued to extend, extending inwards, twisting and squeezing her tight passage, exploring deeper and deeper.

"This is..." She moaned softly, "The love of my own kind... Invade me more, Master, and brand me with your inhuman shape and..."

"It's time to answer the question," Cesar bit her ear, "my good dog."

"It's the end." Gouzi's cheeks flushed pink, and he closed his eyes. "Returning to our mother's arms is the end of us. Except for me, all of my kind are... gone."

"Can they come back?" Cesar asked her.

"We only have rebirth and eternal return, no return to... this world again," she murmured.

"Who gave you a new life?" Ajiehe's expression was gloomy and serious.

"It was Lord Thane who performed the ritual," the dog whimpered. "It was all the dead at the altar... who gave me new life. I peeled off from them, and then I got life, just like..."

It seemed that he had never used this method of intercourse before, and he was too wanton when playing with it. Before Gou Zi could finish speaking, the soft lips sealed in his left hand had already trembled, and a large amount of juice flowed out along his fingers.

Her golden-red hair swayed as if it had consciousness, and many strands even rose to the sides. The path under her body kept squirming, emitting an increasingly warm temperature.

Suddenly, it tightened, tightly wrapping around his exploring left hand. The squirming soft flesh was incredibly moist and hot, and the touch was soft and greasy, like the kisses and sucks of many young girls. Even with just her left hand, she gave him indescribable pleasure, making him feel a little detached and distracted. Then more juice flowed from the depths of her path, coating her path and his hand with sticky and greasy liquid.

"Just like a newborn..." She raised her slender neck and let out a soft cry, her porcelain-like cheeks shattered and cracked.

Cesar pondered the meaning of her words, opened his right hand, and found that the beads on her chest had also secreted juice, staining his almost boneless fingertips. He licked it and found that although the juice was translucent, it tasted quite sweet. He then reached into the dog's broken cheeks, watched them gradually close, and gently took it between her pink lips.

"Your Earl Thane is just a local noble, a Frank," Ajeh said thoughtfully. "He couldn't possibly understand this ancient ritual. From all indications, it doesn't even originate from the rituals and spells of Analik, but rather from the rituals and spells of the Kunar people and the Wall of the Ancients."

"Corinne." Cesar remembered the name. "We all thought she was Phil's mother."

"White Eyes' memory also says that Corini is Firth's mother." The dog licked his hand with its tongue. "But as for memories, as you know, mages often weave false memories. If he believes it's true, it's hard for me to tell whether it's true or not."

After thoroughly licking it clean, Gouzi licked Cesar's face again, but still unsatisfied, she leaned down, bit his member, and swallowed it all the way in. Juice mixed with saliva flowed from her lips, and the licking quickly made him erect. Her lower body was still connected to his left hand, and the tender flesh in the path was wriggling and trembling, secreting more and more juices, and then even the small opening behind her buttocks became moist.

"You are such a greedy dog." Cesar patted her buttocks with his right hand. But she pressed her round white buttocks against his palm and arched them gently. If there was a dog's tail here, it would have been wagging to the sky.

"It's you who made me so greedy, Master." She bit his snake body and said incoherently.

Soon, the dog offered her pink buttocks, and the snake's head slid across her buttock groove, pressing against the depression. The slippery little opening behind her buttocks kept dripping with mucus, which flowed down from the snake's head and through the entire body, like beeswax, covering the entire snake and all its scales.

She leaned in his arms and licked his chest, while gently arching her buttocks, which looked white and tender and beautiful, and felt tight and elastic. Every time she arched her buttocks, the depression dripping with mucus would rub against the snake head, making him gasp.

The action was truly captivating. Cesar remained motionless, holding the dog in his arms, watching her gradually settle down, feeling the warm, tender flesh behind her buttocks gradually wrap around his snake head, a feeling of immense pleasure. As soon as he had completely engulfed the snake's body, he felt the succulent flesh wriggling and sucking, stretching it further and further. It first pushed against his still-exploring left hand through the inner barrier, then continued to advance, causing a bulge in her lower abdomen as he stirred and drew circles across her smooth belly.

"We are only one step away from becoming completely the same, huh?" Gouzi raised his eyes, his cheeks slightly split, and his blood-red eyes looked at him with a strange yet infinitely affectionate look, "Do you want to tear it apart more thoroughly, hold me tightly, invade everything about me, leave marks inside and outside my body that humans cannot leave, and even try to see if I can give birth, Lord?"

people? "

Cesar concentrated slightly, pinched her slender jaw, and pinched her back. As expected, this guy puffed out his cheeks, expressing his dissatisfaction with him pinching her back, but then she began to twist her waist again, grinding his increasingly sensitive snake body.

"Let's talk about Corini." He exhaled and held the dog's twisting waist. "From all indications, the witch of unknown origin beside Sean is very likely the bridge between the thought plague and old Sean. The guy in my arms is very likely the only new Faceless One in more than a thousand years. No human group or beastman who worships Analik can do this and give birth to the Faceless One, because..."

"The Faceless Ones might be a byproduct of the Wall of the Ancients." Ajeh's eyes widened. "If our suspicions are correct, another wall is about to be built on this crazy world."

"Those Imperials who love Miss Rhine might see a brick called Rhine somewhere," Cesar said. "I can't say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. But whether it's Bloodbone, Allandi, or old Milava, who will eventually approach Noien, in the end, they will definitely cross the bridge of Corini and stand by the mysterious wise man. They will support him... What do you think he wants to do?"

"I don't know," Ajeh shrugged. "Last time, he drove the old king of the Kuna people mad, which not only destroyed the Kuna dynasty but also created the order we have today. Who knows this time? Even without the thought plague, this wise man is already crazy enough."

"Is there only one consciousness in this world..." Cesar couldn't help but think of his crazy theory again. "Let's put that aside for now. How have you been lately?"

"I?"

"You used to hide away in my soul," he said.

"A lot of trouble has happened," Ajiehe said, looking a little irritated. "I may not be able to live like this anymore."

"Our baby is born?" Cesar stretched out his right hand, wanting to hold her hand.

"I have already acknowledged your princess as a teacher. I don't even know what she wants to teach her." She shook her head and although she didn't hold his hand, she still bent down and sat on his right side.

"I'll watch over it, dear," Cesar said softly, wrapping his arm around her waist and lowering his head to kiss her slender, wolf-like mouth. Sure enough, the creature bit him again, its cheek stained with blood, its gray fur gradually fading, only its wolf ears still dangling among the graying hair. The dog, smelling the blood, came over, licking his face first, then chasing Ajeh's bloody mouth and biting it.

"Don't mess with me," Ajiehe said impatiently, "You..."

"All the blood you lick is yours, my good dog," said Cesar.

Hearing this, Ajiehe's eyes widened. "Don't let your dog steal the blood from my mouth! Oh, and that damn snake! How dare you let her get in and steal the food from my mouth!"

Cesar bit Ajie's furry ear, grinding his teeth against it twice, then grasped her swollen, downy breasts, and sure enough, squeezed out a thick, white liquid. Her cheeks flushed, and soon she pursed her lips, which hadn't been stained with blood, and cast a gloomy look at him.

The guy's mouth and face, covered in blood just a moment ago, were now cleaner than after a rainstorm. The dog was already licking the bite wound on his face. Her boneless waist twisted almost in a semicircle, stirring the snake within her, forcing out a large amount of seed, which poured richly into her body.

The dog licked his cheek, moaning softly, its elastic, white buttocks pressed against his abdomen, shaking as he pushed against it. Cesar smiled and kissed Ajehe's soft, bloodless lips. "What are you going to do next?" This fresh and clean scent was rare on her.

Chapter 499 My Dearest Father

"Go ask your young wife." Ajeh glanced into the darkness deep within the grave. "In the past, when I saw someone keen on maintaining order and creating shackles, I would give her some bloody little gifts to make her panic, even cry bitterly. Not to mention that this person is trying to trick me. But, since you have something new, I can tolerate her for the time being, even indulge her."

"What I bring may not be good things, nor may it be suitable for this world," said Cesar.

"I don't care," Ajeh said. "These past thousand years of war and violence have been like childish quarrels, revolving around the empty and boring cycle of royal succession. The process is meaningless, and the results are unchanging. I want to see change, more radical and different change, and of course, more radical war and violence. If the Northern Empire and the Southern kingdoms combined can only curl up in their own nests and repeat history, then I would rather return to the pack of wild beasts."

"Your idea is really hard to describe."

"Oh." She didn't seem to care at all. If you didn't explain clearly, she would just brush it off.

Cesar grabbed her tail and stroked it. "At first glance, it sounds like you're pursuing the hope of a new life, but upon closer inspection, you're actually pursuing the destruction of the past. Although you don't want to save the old, you're also too lazy to seek new hope. After much thought, it's better to return to the wild beasts and destroy everything."

"You are so perceptive, aren't you?" She gave a cruel smile. "My dear..."

Cesar lowered his head and touched nose to nose with hers, "Father?"

Ajiehe exhaled softly and tried to lift her face, but her nose pressed even harder, pushing the gentle curve upward. Her cruel smile was interrupted by his behavior, and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. "I thought you were going to drop the name," she said.

Cesar closed his eyes to prevent her from turning away from him. "We and the child can each call each other by our own names," he said. "I see you don't like the human moral order either. Why do you have to put on a show for others?"

"You may be a mixture of man and beast... but the others who are looking at me are not."

He felt her breath. "Are you expecting something like this to show you the way?"

"Yes," Ajeh said, her lips parted slightly, as if she were staring at him through his eyes. "We are paving a path never before seen with the bones of more dead and more insane and utter violence. The rotten old dynasty can only bring more childish quarrels, with no value in saving it. If nothing changes, it might as well be piled high with corpses for wild beasts to devour. I wouldn't mind whetting their appetites."

"What about the immortals?"

"Crazy immortals possess only their own empty fantasies. The longer they exist, the further they drift from the stones beneath their feet. Isn't this the strongest curse those immortals bear? Do you understand? Of course you understand. Those whose vision transcends time, race, and even civilization are no longer the same as they were thousands of years ago."

"What about you?"

"I can't explain it. I'm still wandering at a fork in the road. Maybe I'll become more like the person whose path I take."

"And me?"

"You look more like a beast than before, but also more like a human. Especially since you're actually copulating with an evil creature while teasing the beast beside you, and you're trying to act like you're discussing ideals with someone in a solemn study."

"Are you disgusted?"

"I can't say either way." She said indifferently, "But if you insist I pretend, I can..."

"You really are always looking for trouble wherever you go."