Shadow of the Evil God

Cesar said as he held Ajeh's head, his fingers tangled in her messy hair, and lowered his head to kiss her. After their noses had been touching for so long, she no longer had the intention to struggle or bite, so she just opened her lips slightly, letting him kiss her soft lips and breathe in the scent of her mouth.

"You won't tolerate provocations anymore?" Her lips parted slightly. "Will I have to kneel at your knees and submit to you next time? I see your young wife has been trying to get me to call her mistress lately. Do you feel like your beast has been taken away from you, and you want to come to me to assert your authority?"

"That's a funny joke. Why don't you tell me how I should announce it?" Cesar said, hugging her tighter and kissing her soft lips again. He sucked rapidly, first pinching her ears, then her breasts, squeezing them until the bright red beads of fluid overflowed. She gradually closed her eyes, moaning softly as he kneaded her, the white fluid dripping uncontrollably, filling the cold grave with a sweet scent.

As his kiss deepened, Ajehe lowered herself in his arms, finally lying flat on the ground, with him pinning her down. Cesar was still thrusting his body, but it was rubbing against her hairy belly, while Gouzi sat behind him, licking his snake body and then licking Ajehe's gradually opening slit.

She raised an eyebrow. "I've already been with the evil creature going crazy for so long, and now I want to enter my daughter who grew up eating your flesh and blood?"

Cesar felt a surge of desire in his heart after hearing her teasing. Her light grey eyes narrowed slightly, emitting an intoxicating glow, and her smile seemed evil and hazy. The snake body that had just been pulled out from the dog was still hot and strong. As soon as the snake head entered, she gasped strongly. "Rubbing, holding

Too open... Dad, no, this is the size for evil things, not... "

Suddenly she let out a loud scream, and Cesar had already slammed his snake head into her as she made that dazed sound, pushing the small opening open and spraying his seed into it.

Ajeh's lips parted in a daze, tracing his. Her vagina, where she'd given birth, was still incredibly soft, but the feeling of envelopment was much stronger, allowing for deeper exploration. He pulled away slightly, then thrust his hips forward, his rough, snake-like body slamming deeper, filling her completely, squeezing her juices out from between her soft lips, creating a sticky, slippery mess.

"Is it still the size for evil creatures, Ajeh?" Cesar asked her in a low voice.

Her legs were clasped around his waist, her paws stretched straight, her long gray tail trembling from between her legs, her claws clawing at his back, drawing blood. The dazed human face first became covered in fur from the lack of blood, then developed wolfish marks. Then, as she bit his neck several times, it transformed back into a crimson human face.

"You used the Dao path, Daddy." She kept panting, "This is cheating... But, just sticking close and rubbing against each other is not bad, ah..."

"You like it more than before." Cesar stirred his sticky seed inside her, "and his teasing skills are better... Is it because we really have a daughter?"

She hugged his back and bit his neck. "It was you who teased me first, Daddy. Well... But it's true. Knowing that I have a child and still calling you dad, things will be even worse..."

"It is even more against moral precepts, my dearest daughter."

Cesar held Ajeh's waist and lay on his back, letting her straddle him. She first pressed down on her genitals, overflowing with seed, then lifted her round hips and sat down all the way in. The tight passage had barely closed before it stretched open to the sides. Those slimy folds rubbed against the snake scales, bringing a powerful sensation.

Gou Zi hugged Ajiehe's waist from behind and held her breasts tightly. Two streams of juice spurted out from the tip of the beads and fell on his chest and face, intensifying the chaotic atmosphere.

The soft lips deep in her vagina were like flower buds, gradually blooming as he thrusted, completely accommodating his in and out. Her body, with its smooth white skin and grayish-white hair, kept rising and falling, her waist twisting, her lower body thrusting, her hips rising and falling, trying her best to pull out and swallow his entire snake body.

The dog held Ajiehe's body, maintaining her posture, causing her to become distracted and her pupils to lose focus, yet she remained upright, swallowing back and forth. The soft, downy lips between her legs opened wider and wider, their color becoming more and more vivid. Their lips were engorged with blood, opening and closing like petals, fluttering.

As always, Ajiehe screamed loudly, completely unconcerned about how far her voice would carry. For a moment, the entire tomb and dark corridors echoed with her cries. Her full breasts, held in the dog's hands, swelled even more. The upper part was white and soft, the lower part was covered with grayish-white fur, and the pearls were red as if they could drip blood. The juices that oozed from them flowed down, soaking her abdomen and legs.

She screamed and raised her round hips, swallowing his rough snake body again and again, hitting the deepest part. As the dog let go of her breasts, his slender hands pinched Cesar's bag, and the breasts hung in front of her, swinging up and down, shaking out a chaotic white light.

Because Gouzi no longer supported Ajiehe's waist, his waist gradually became limp, and he leaned forward with his hands on his chest. She instinctively raised her hips and lowered them, panting as her face pressed against his. "Kiss..."

Cesar touched her lips lightly, but it couldn't quench her thirst. Her cheeks flushed even more, her fur-covered buttocks thrust back, and her tail swung in the air. He hugged her waist and felt the dog's soft tongue quietly licking between his sacs, skimming across the end of his snake body. He trembled and thrust forward into the path she was not prepared for.

The movement wasn't violent, but Ajiehe's eyes widened, her ears perked, and her long, grayish-white tail stretched out, curved and elongated, like a crescent moon. Her blood-engorged lips clamped around the end of the snake's body, forming two bright red arcs that twitched continuously and leaked a stream of mucus.

Her lips could no longer close, and her cries trembled. Her body, a mixture of human and animal, pressed against his arms, looking enchanting and beautiful. Finally, Cesar kissed her deeply on the lips, feeling her cries melt into his mouth.

In the past, anything that passed through Ajiehe's teeth would have left a few more holes. This time, her teeth grazed it without biting down, so his tongue went deeper and deeper, kissing her warm mouth wantonly. She opened her lips, letting him hold her soft tongue, sucking on her delicate lips, licking every piece of skin in her mouth, stirring their saliva everywhere.

Their breaths blended perfectly, their lips and tongues entangled endlessly, their half-dressed bodies pressed tightly together, as if melting in each other's arms. Ultimately, they both felt like falling off a cliff, embracing each other as they passed through the boundless void, melting into the mist. Before he could regain consciousness, his seed, mixed with hot, wet fluid, overflowed, then slowly vanished under the dog's meticulous licks.

When Cesar lifted Ajiehe's face, he saw her cheeks were red, her mouth was tightly closed, and her claws were

She clutched his shoulders tightly, her inner passage still twitching, tightening from time to time, instinctively drawing in a stream of seed. When the long snake emerged, she spurted out a large stream of liquid from the intense friction, splashing far away and scattering among the ruins.

He glanced down and saw those two delicate lips fluttering, struggling to recover from the stretched circular gap, slowly shrinking. Overflowing seed gurgled out of the gap, dripping onto the ground. Both lips were slightly swollen, appearing even more gorgeous.

Cesar held Ajehe and sat her up. He felt that she was a little exhausted, so he hugged her and put her clothes on. After she came back to her senses, he stroked her head. "Should we get back to business?"

"I just thought I was going to die," Ajeh replied, glancing at the Faceless One licking his fingers. "However, your young wife is now particularly aware of her role as the family matriarch and the center of power. She just convinced me to follow her instructions and eliminate my political enemies, and it seems she wants to convince Sevra now. Unlike you, she can't stay out of power. I hope you can think this through and don't create another defender of the old order."

"I'll plant the seeds," Cesar said simply.

"seed?"

"Subvert the country and family I once supported... But whether they can sprout or not depends on themselves. I won't interfere too much."

"Not bad," she said with a slightly cruel smile, "my dearest father. If I can be the one to push for such a cruel thing, then I will always regard you as my dearest father. When the time is right, you can call on me to help with some small things, as long as you are not afraid of unimaginable violence and disputes involved."

"The conditions for recognizing your father are really troublesome," said Cesar.

Chapter 500: You Started the Fire

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The guards of the fortress immediately recognized Cesar, the commander who would point and criticize at the scaffolding every day when the fortress was being repaired. He had written at least a dozen regulations regarding the repairs, and sometimes he would argue loudly with the foreman while standing by the wall, arguing fiercely over who knew more about architecture.

Of course, it was undeniable that Cesar often relied on the dog to take shortcuts, just as he had relied on her to take shortcuts in geometry and ballistics calculations in Noyen. However, taking shortcuts could actually improve the details of the work, which allowed him to argue with the foremen back and forth, and he eventually got used to it.

As for Diana, she not only had to rush to attend the meeting, but also took Ajeh away, saying that she had something to do. So, the task of settling Sefra fell on him.

At this point, there was still no news of Snake Walker and Aya in Gural Fortress. Zavulon's sword happened to be in their possession, so Sefera could only wait inside the fortress. Soon, he led the man down a dimly lit corridor and down several circular steps, finally arriving at the underground base they had built for Firth. Sefera asked about their young master, but Cesar didn't know how to describe her, so he told her to see for herself and perhaps say a few words.

Finally, the two of them stood in front of the door of the testing ground, a metal door covered with revealing spells. Cesar put his hand on the door but was a little nervous, and Sevra remained silent.

"I thought you'd mention this to your wife," Sevra said. "The rune threads on your body will change many things."

"Let her decide for herself," Cesar said. "We can't let Phils always listen to Diana and me like a child."

Sephora was slightly taken aback, but didn't reply. Considering how recently she'd merged with her past self, her mixed emotions were to be expected. When Firriels was Firth's age, Sephora, still mired in the split of her soul, had always followed her like a mute maid, not much better than Aya. Now, she was carrying Aya on such a long journey, feeling like a repetition of past events.

"Children always grow up," she said, "or leave. Now she can be a teenager, always by your side. Handing her the rune thread from the past will make things different." She reached out and patted his shoulder. "Think carefully, Cesar. Not everyone will stay."

"Your voice sounds different," Cesar said.

She turned her head: "Why do you think it is?"

Cesar was at a loss for words. One could say this guy was a touch of past Sevra, or vice versa. The two experiences converged, yielding a different outcome than either. What had this terrifying aggression and silent flight combined to create?

"Bury the secret in the darkness where no one knows, and you won't be so distressed, Cesar," she added.

"Of course," he replied, "but I love you after all, and I must save you. The more difficult you become to fathom... the deeper my love becomes, just like exploring the unknown of myself."

"You talk like a pervert, or rather, you are one," said Sevra, and then added thoughtfully, "But I'm not in a position to accuse you."

Cesar shrugged, pushed the door open, and walked towards Phils who was circling around Isley's head.

He calmed himself down and thought about what would happen if Firth accepted the gift of his past, and how the memories of the past would change her.

There shouldn't be eternal rule or unchanging order, and certainly, neither should there be eternal people or relationships. Although a wave of melancholy made him want to cling to this girl, forever in her teens, never letting go, his unwavering commitment to his own values ​​still propelled him here. He wanted to place the gift of the past in her hands, watch her choices, and accept her changes.

As always, he was greeted by dim light. Firth was accustomed to lingering in the shadows, and the room was filled with the scent of incense, herbs, and ointments, making him feel drowsy. The testing ground itself was spacious, but already filled with a variety of magical supplies and measuring instruments. They tangled together in the darkness like a giant insect's nest, forcing one to navigate only along the narrow paths they had carved out.

Their bed was in the inner room, and through the door, one could see the dishevelled bedding. Phils's sleep and wake times were erratic, so she rarely made it, and even if she did, she'd occasionally mess it up.

An intricate magic circle was depicted beneath Isri's head, and numerous complex instruments were attached to the circle. Her own head was not only sealed within a vessel, but her eyes were also covered with a thick black cloth. Below the fractured neck lay a dark void, from which bursts of black mist occasionally emerged. She no longer resembled a human being.

By the time they reached the square table where the heads were placed, Firth was already squatting on the ground, her back to them, trying to reach forward and search for her materials in the astonishing pile of junk. Although for her, Cesar's disappearance was only a short moment, not as long as his usual meetings, for him, the years that had passed since the tomb collapsed were unimaginably long.

Seeing Phils huddled in the corner like a ghost, rummaging through something, her clothes disheveled, her long hair draped over her bare shoulders, and her body covered in dust, he felt dazed and bewildered for a moment.

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Cesar leaned over and ran his hand through her hair, only to hear a scream. The guy, already crouching unsteadily, was so frightened that he fell forward, hitting his head on the box. She covered her head and turned around, "Where did you come from? Where's my revelation spell? Why didn't it work?"

He turned his head and looked at Sevra, who looked down at the dagger in his hand and blinked nonchalantly. Then they looked back together, and the road was littered with broken traces of spells, all disintegrated silently, and Cesar didn't even notice.

"Perhaps you should delve into some more advanced revelation spells," Sevra said, spreading her hands.

"I've seen this guy!" Firth pointed at Sephora and shouted, "He's on the wall of Noien! Her brother, that terrifying grassland man, did he treat you as his own brother back then? Why did you sneak in here with her? Are you going to marry her and take me to the Endless Grasslands? Are you going to be a chief?"

"You don't look like you slept well," Cesar said. "You're not very clear-headed."

"I didn't..." Firs struggled to stand, but staggered. She reached out for him, finally regaining her balance. She took a moment to gather herself, shook her head, and then held onto his waist. "You can go to the grasslands and become a chief, but you still have to take me with you," she muttered, leaping into his arms. Cesar lifted her up and held her, wrapping her arms around his neck and hanging on him.

Cesar hugged her tightly, feeling the weed-like mess of hair wash over him, wrapped in the night's languor. Surrounding her was a dreamlike feeling that distanced him further and further from reality, gloomy and hazy. Spending too much time together would make him feel like reality didn't exist at all, and he wanted to curl up with her in the dark testing ground forever.

"It smells weird and unreal," Sephora commented.

"It's always been unreal," Cesar said.

"Are you dissatisfied with living a vain life?" Firth muttered, lowering her head, peeling back his clothes and biting his shoulder, grinding her teeth against it. Her bare feet, as delicate as her body, dangled from his knees. "And what will Diana do if you two get together?" she asked.

"I do have something I want to tell her brother, but not now, and it has nothing to do with love," Cesar said, stroking the back of her head, combing her messy hair, and smelling her scent - always a mixture of sweat and the smell of desserts that she kept stuffing into her mouth, relying on her body not changing. "Here's a question, Finny," he whispered, "Do you want to witness your past? Maybe it will be like a long dream."

"What does it mean?"

"It means change." Cesar sat back on the square table and let her sit on his lap.

“Will I be more amazing?” she said.

"I think so."

"Will I acquire more great knowledge?" she added.

"Without a doubt."

"The spells I spent so long setting up, the ones I thought could change the outcome of this war, spells that everyone would witness and remember...will they never again be useless like they were during the last siege, like trash thrown on the ground, unknown to anyone but us?"

Cesar sighed softly. "I didn't know they were so...to you."

"Then give it to me," Phils whispered. "My past self, my past Ferriers, must have known what I feared most and what I wanted most, so she asked you to give it to me. So give it to me."

"You don't fully understand her, Cesar," Sevra said. "Do you see the shadow of that Grandmaster? Do you see the reason why she became the Grandmaster of Ferrieres? Are you afraid? Because of you, she might go back to her old ways."

Firth hugged him tighter. Cesar and Sephora exchanged a glance. "Things are different now," he said. "I'm not mad, and my soul isn't lost on the other side of the door. If I had been with Firth, things would have been different. I'm saying the same thing now, with Firth."

Sevra simply crossed her arms and looked at the two of them as if no one was around. "Then—"

"And you, of course," Cesar interrupted. "You're not the same person you were then, either, Sevra. There's more to your soul than the old madness. Will you be there when I need you, just as I was when you needed me?"

Sephora sighed, "It's best if it's only about you and this guy. I don't want to worry about anything else..."

"Who are you?" Fils finally turned around and looked at Sevra. "I feel something different, because not only can you see me, but I can also feel you... Can I shake your hand?"

"It means nothing," Sevra said simply. "You should hold that hand carved with blue runes, mistress. The past is gone. Even if you accept the gift of the past, you should look forward, not back."

"It feels like there are two Cesars," Fils said suspiciously. "Is that how you talk?"

Sefera was slightly shocked. After who knows how many years

After Yue's long sleep, their two colors had somewhat infected each other, and their way of speaking had inevitably been affected. Cesar had sometimes fallen into inexplicable silence recently, and Sephora had also caught his habit of long-winded speeches.

"Why did you insist on holding me to sleep?" she asked.

"Nothing, I just want to hug something," Cesar said, "otherwise I can't sleep well."

Firth's eyes widened again. "Are you really going to the grassland to be a chief? No, you want to be the chief's sister... uh, what?"

"Don't let your imagination run wild, mistress. I'm the missing half of his soul." Sephora spread out one hand and said, "You should have noticed long ago that something is missing from this guy's personality. If I fill that in, he'll become the complete Cesar, but he'll also lose many of his inhuman qualities. It's precisely because of these qualities that he can stand here."

"Is that so?" Firth muttered, glancing at Cesar, then narrowing her eyes at Sevra for a long moment before finally giving up. "No, I can't see it," she said, "but once I gain the knowledge from the past, I'll definitely be able to see it. From now on, I'll be different..."

The rune lines suddenly flickered, as if they had received the expected response from Phils' words. They wrapped around his arm and floated in the air like a winding river of starlight.

Cesar felt his mind was hazy, as if he had just woken from a dream. Philis, like a child of the stars, slowly reached out to them, her eyes gleaming with a dim blue light. He knew that this was Philis sharing her mind with her past self.

As Ferriers had said, she no longer wished to experience the future. She did not appear as a person, nor did she write down any continuous memories. To him, the river of starlight was simply filled with dreamlike scenes, as if the pages of a library had sprouted wings and soared through the night sky. Ferriers's mind, enveloped by these starlights, was like a child wandering in a dream, a mermaid in a deep blue lake.

Sephora gazed at the river of stars ahead. Though she had always acted calm, she now lapsed into silence. A wave of melancholy welled up within her, a feeling she wouldn't have felt had Cesar not stood beside her. Cesar patted her shoulder, and caught her glance. "What are you going to do next? Stay here until night?" she asked.

"You stay here and catch up with her," Cesar said. "I have things to do in town."

"What about your wife?" asked Sevra.

"No, the upper echelons of order are Diana and Altinya, so there's no need for me to interfere too much. I'm doing something they definitely wouldn't allow me to do."

"I understand." Sevra raised her eyebrows. "But what will you do if the fire you set burns down at their feet?"

"I won't be the one opposing them then," Cesar said simply. "Of course, we won't be the first to get into trouble."

"Sowing the seeds of chaos without actively participating? You remind me of those true dragons, Cesar, especially the one in the library."

Chapter 501 The Master's Promise

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Cesar's encounter with the snake walker wasn't a coincidence; she was staying in Gonzales, the only way to Gular Fortress. The snake had been stranded in Gonzales for a long time, and for some reason, she had never made it to Gular Fortress. She explained that there were astonishing abyssal tides there, and the dragon blood she had swallowed was still unstable, so she had no desire to approach it.

He simply nodded and let the matter go. He'd asked Green Snake to find Diana, but he'd felt he'd be trapped for a long time. Now that he'd returned to his territory, there was no need for this matter to escalate. As for Zavulon's sword, it was now wrapped in a thick cloth and held in Aya's arms. He was wearing a guard's uniform from who knows where, and holding the cloth-wrapped sword looked quite heroic. Unfortunately, the sword was his, but the guard was Sevra's.

As for Green Snake, she had somehow managed to find a set of clothing, supposedly the most fashionable women's clothing in the Kingdoms. Made of feather-light silk, it was loose-fitting, breathable and easy to move around. The fabric around the waist and abdomen was thinnest and fitted, seemingly to emphasize the delicate waistline. The bottoms were also lightweight, a pair of overly baggy trousers, but precisely because of their looseness, they resembled a robe.

Cesar found that this dress was quite similar to the style of the Sassuelles. The counterpart was the long dress that was popular in the aristocratic circles in previous years. It was bloated and cumbersome, not easy to move in. Its characteristics were exposed chest and shoulders, and the exposed parts were also here. The waist was almost rigidly bound by thick leather, and the lower part was a princess dress that required hands to lift up in order to jog.

"Do you care much about this dress?" Green Snake asked him. "I got it from a traveling merchant. It took some effort to strip it off completely. The most senior noblewoman in the carriage was wearing this dress, so I stripped it off and wore it myself. I originally wanted to get a set for the lady guard, but unfortunately she only wanted to wear the clothes of a sword-bearing guard."

"This thing reflects the changes in the human world," Cesar said. "Are the merchants' wagons still there?"

"In a canyon far to the southeast," the green snake said, "there are piles of these clothes. I've dealt with the corpses, but I can't eat the clothes. Considering that the boxes are sealed tightly, they should still be intact. But what's happening to the human world?"

"Even women's clothing trends unrelated to the battlefield are shifting, indicating that the impact of war has penetrated every corner of the human world. Of course, it's also related to the activities of the Sassulai people..." Cesar glanced toward the Sanctuary Abyss. "No subtle change in this world goes unnoticed, and that cart of goods is incredibly valuable. If you can recover them, you can establish yourself as a merchant and enter and exit noble residences in the human world with legitimate authority."

"Is this happening?"

"That's true." Cesar, holding Green Snake's slender waist, walked into Gonzales' local restaurant. Aya followed with a pout. Recently, due to the frequent visits of high-ranking officials and nobles, the supply of materials in this area has increased dramatically, and the architectural style and furnishings have become more exaggerated. The city, originally built around workshops and workers, has almost naturally separated out many areas for the upper class.