Shadow of the Evil God

Seeing her shy and struggling, but completely limp, Cesar became even more excited. He first pulled out the snake, bringing out a string of mucus, then spread her snow-white and lovely buttocks with both hands, forcing her upper body to lean forward, holding onto the edge of the boat, and the soft lips of her lower body immediately protruded backwards.

He rubbed against her peach-like slit for a while, kneading it vigorously with his fingers. Suddenly, a stream of clear liquid spurted out from her body. She covered her mouth tightly, almost screaming out loud. Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, he immediately pushed all the way in, pushing her pretty buttocks upward and spreading, splashing a layer of sweat.

“Don’t, don’t do this at a time like this—!”

Cesar covered her mouth to suppress her screams, but he couldn't help but part her lips with his fingers, reaching inside, pinching her tongue full of saliva and kneading it wantonly. This tongue was very slippery and soft, and the saliva in her mouth was wet and greasy, which made it taste much better when he stirred it.

He thrust harder, causing her buttocks to buckle and jerk, while his fingers pinched her more and more wildly. She gradually became distracted, her mouth opening wider and wider, letting him caress her lips and tease her small, lovely tongue.

Firth was so hot she was unconscious, shutting her eyes, then opening one, and gazing around dazedly, as if cautiously watching to see if anyone could see through the spell. Soon, Cesar's finger had reached deep into her mouth. She sucked unconsciously, finally sucking until her mouth was exhausted and opened. Her pink tongue drooped out, as if it had melted, dripping with transparent saliva.

Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked back at him with a half-open misty eye. Her small lips held two of his fingers, and her tongue was sticking out, making her look even more charming. Cesar pulled open the clothes on her shoulders and bit the kiss mark again. She immediately secreted a large amount of saliva from her mouth, dripping onto her sweat-stained chest, which became softer and smoother when he touched it.

"You're a lot more shy than before. Is it because of those old memories?" Cesar asked. He savored her breasts, savoring the soft, gliding sensation of them in his palms. They were incredibly slippery; they slid away without much pressure, then took on all sorts of shapes and slid away again.

Sweat mixed with saliva wrapped around her bright red beads, which looked extremely small and cute. Dewdrops dripped down, dotted on the snow-white bamboo shoots like gems.

"Ooooh... It's so hot, I'm melting, I don't want to get any hotter. And aren't you also... lazy...?"

"Of course it's because of Sevra," Cesar slammed into her deep inside, pushing her open and pouring a stream of seed into her body. "There's something new in your heart, and there's something new in my heart too. So guess, am I now carrying her will and entangled with those ancient memories in your heart?"

"I don't know! And there's so much, so hot... It's already hot, and your seed is..."

Cesar kissed Phils on the lips and held her extremely smooth breasts with both hands. He felt that the more he kneaded them, the more he couldn't let go.

Her breasts were warm and the temperature was getting higher and higher. Her nipples were getting more and more erect and hard. She had already collapsed once, with a large amount of liquid overflowing from her body. Now her watery eyes were moist again.

"Oh, right," Green Snake said, "there's another thing. Atlantis is also divided into the Upper and Lower Cities. Initially, the restrictions were not very strict. Later, because of a gang fight in the Lower Cities that affected the Upper Cities, a pass was set up within the city. After that, their Lower Cities became a complete mess."

Cesar held the burning girl in his arms, caressing her body gently, stirring her desire once again. "How bad is it?"

"It's practically unattended," the green snake said, seemingly about to spit out its secrets. "No strong-arm governor has come to power, and no one is addressing the chaos in the lower city. Because the merchant guilds and banks pay enough, the king doesn't question where the money comes from. This place looks prosperous, and the rumors spread that it's both free and wealthy, but in reality, it's a strange city governed by multiple business groups and the gangs they fund."

"This shows that many people are exploring the workings of order." Cesar lifted the girl's hips in his arms, his fingers sliding into her flesh, plucking the buds that blossomed behind her buttocks. After a long moment of caressing, her round little hole became sensitive, soft and warm to the touch. The fine lines were almost indistinguishable, and the delicate flesh was covered with a layer of slippery sweat, the color of which was extremely delicate. "But," he said, "many explorations will end up like this city called Atlantis, sinking into the mud."

"And then be forgotten by history?" Green Snake asked him.

"It all depends on the fate of this city—whether it holds out until reinforcements arrive and maintains its original order, or is it overwhelmed by the noble coalition and completely reorganized."

Cesar pressed against Phils's delicate little hole, tentatively pushing forward a little bit, and she also raised her hips backward, taking it in little by little. Looking down from his side, it was a pair of snow-white, wet buttocks raised in his palm, with a pink bud embedded in it, gradually blooming. He tried to wrap it around it and swallow it bit by bit. The more he swallowed, the more beautiful it became.

The delicate path wrapped around it and swallowed it in, making it sink deeper and deeper. From time to time, the inside twitched slightly, and a strong squeezing sensation came. The white buttocks sat back towards him, and as Cesar kept kneading, her small hole became larger and larger. It was almost impossible to imagine how such a delicate flower bud could swallow such an exaggerated object.

"Isn't this place...supposed to be used for..."

"That's not true," Cesar whispered to her, "We are destined to be together, so no matter how small this place seems, you will definitely be able to accommodate my love."

"Is this love?"

"of course."

"No, of course not! Ah——"

Phils cried out as Cesar took advantage of her distraction and rammed his lower abdomen into her buttocks, filling her completely to the brim with his slimy body. Although Cesar covered her mouth, her saliva continued to flow, oozing out from between his fingers. Soon, she bit down on his index finger and sucked it, unconsciously rocking her buttocks as she did so, tugging at the snake's body from behind.

"You're always so cute." Cesar hugged her tightly. "I'm really sad that you'll grow up."

"After you grow bigger, I'm going to catch you, tie you up and hang you from the ceiling..." Her inarticulate mumbling soon turned into soft moans, but when a boatman carrying cargo passed by from behind, she would get nervous and freeze again.

Cesar thrust in and out of her from behind, causing her cheeks to flush and her eyes to close tightly. His hand also teased the slit in front of her, which was now dripping with his seed. As pleasure spread from both sides, and his lips were filled with his fingers, the path behind her became increasingly soft. As he thrust in and out, the small hole expanded and closed, producing a charming sound from the friction.

A boatman accidentally dropped the cargo, which hit the deck and startled Phils. Cesar took the opportunity to speed up the frequency, moving in and out with faster movements, enjoying her increasing adaptation to the rear part of his body.

The sunlight was even more glaring, and Phils had already covered her eyes, as if burying herself in a dark pit. But her smooth breasts and half-exposed shoulders were extremely beautiful in the sunlight. Halfway through, he even hugged her body and lifted both of her legs.

Finally, Cesar let out a long sigh and sprinkled seeds on the path behind her. She also trembled, and a liquid mixed with many impurities shot out from in front of her, drawing an arc, and actually passed over the edge of the boat and sprinkled into the river.

"Pee... pee! There are so many people..."

"No one saw it," said Cesar.

“It’s not okay even if no one sees!”

Cesar held Fils face-to-face in his arms, pulled her clothes in place, lowered her skirt, and kissed her face-to-face for a moment, stroking her head. It took him a long moment to finally soothe the girl nestled in his arms. She mumbled incessantly, glancing around at the boatmen to confirm her spell was working properly. Then she reached out to pinch his chest and tugged at his two small beads a few times, finally soothing her public peeing.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"The sticky seeds are flowing down from both sides, and it's almost impossible to close! I asked you to rub it—" Phils pulled his chest hard again, and then

Then she suddenly pursed her lips and reached out to cover her buttocks, apparently having pulled it too hard. She groaned, "Last time you used my backside, it swollen for a long time. If I hadn't had magic this time..." She stroked her collarbone, the blue runes looming and flickering slightly.

"You seem quite relaxed." The green snake glanced at him. "I thought that since you inherited the ancient past, you would be more serious."

"Me and Phils?" Cesar asked her.

"No, I mean both of you."

"Sevra..." Cesar said thoughtfully, "Where did she go later?"

"I heard she planned to travel around the world along the maritime trade routes. She also said that if a major disaster struck, she would simply sail out to sea and return after the disaster was over."

"She's really funny," Cesar said. "If I were in big trouble, I'd just pull her over, even if she was drifting on a deserted island wearing leaves and animal skins, she'd come. Also, you just mentioned banks. Now go investigate the business of the banks in the city. What else do they do besides lending money? And how does it relate to..."

"My respected prophet master, you're already here, but you still want to throw everything to me? I have a lot of things to do too."

"But I also need to inspect the local workshops, so I don't have time to spend at the bank," Cesar said. "How about this? I'll disguise myself as your servant, and we'll go inspect the bank and workshops together, okay? You can ask me to serve you as you please, just treat me as your servant."

"You are truly good at perceiving desires, my prophetic master," the green snake said to him, "but you must leave your little mistress at home. I don't want to waste time with you humans who are in heat every day."

Chapter 512 Cursed Duel

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Green Snake planned to use her connections to dispose of her bloodstained cargo. While searching for a place to stay, Phils, exposed to the sun all day, curled up in her dark bedroom the next day and refused to come out. Cesar had no choice but to take the dog and set off alone, intending to meet with the envoy of the noble coalition first.

Last night in the wasteland, Diana had further explained the situation in Atlantis's lower city. Before the war, local gangs had divided the city into multiple territories, maintaining an eerily good level of public security. It was rare for anyone to die in the streets in broad daylight; in other words, murders mostly occurred quietly in the dark. However, after the war began, the order of things had changed.

The lower city of Atlantis was now filled with escaped bandits, disabled veterans, disgruntled serfs, extremist sects lingering in the shadow of the Grand Temple, and all sorts of unimaginably terrifying refugees. Partly because Atlantis was known for its freedom and affluence, many had traveled long distances to reach it. Partly because local gangs needed skilled thugs, these refugees found it easier to find shelter than other refugees.

Of course, the branch sect of Sagaros, which Cesar now knew was called the Coffin-Splitting Sect, would certainly not accept being classified as one of them.

According to Diana's investigation, many years ago, this sect had opposed the centuries-old rule of the Great Temple of Sagaros and had chopped up the coffins containing the temple's ancestors. While singing the hymn of the furnace, the believers burned the holy corpses to ashes.

The Coffin-Splitting Faction could have stayed in the Grand Temple, but since this incident, they've become heretics, persecuted and pursued. So, they use the deeds of the Coffin-Splitting Faction to claim their place, using it as a symbol to express the Grand Temple's pedantic incompetence, believing they truly understand the will of Sagaros. "If change is impossible, then destruction is inevitable; rotting corpses of rotten minds hypocritically chanting holy words while enshrining ancient diseases in coffins is the greatest folly."

However, before Cesar funded them, the Coffin Breakers lived a horrible life, just like all the extremist sects oppressed by the Grand Temple. Considering this, it was natural that they were adept at exile and disguise, interacting with all kinds of low-level people and knowing who they could collude with and who they couldn't.

Just as the Grand Temple would seek out the nobles or even the Casar Empire for collusion, the Coffin-Splitting Faction would seek out accomplices who were just like them, people who spent their days hiding from the upper class and making a living from it.

In their words, any gang of robbers and bandits is not worth considering, because these people are always looking for opportunities to make a big profit and then escape far away. The same goes for local gangs with blood on their blades. Various thief organizations, killer organizations and extortion gangs are also troublesome. They are lax and suspicious. They want to kill and rob when they see small profits and lack basic integrity.

Following the coffin-splitting faction's line of sight, they found the predecessors of the workshop workers—restless local artisans. These individuals performed a variety of private tasks, such as boiling saltpeter in caves and clipping coins. These trades, especially coin clipping, had a long history, and had long since spawned enormous gangs in the shadows, hidden from the upper echelons. Like the equally ancient slave traders, they possessed vast networks and distribution routes.

The dog's mother, the noblewoman named Rhine, was actually an exiled noble purchased by Old Thane through a slave trader's distribution network. This sales route stretched from the northern Kasar Empire all the way south to Neuen in the far south, a distance that was truly immense.

In comparison, they are no less skilled in the business of coin clipping, or making counterfeit money using scraps of real money.

The Snake Walker, leveraging the sought-after goods within the aristocratic world, built connections with the upper classes. Furthermore, she also had connections within the Coffin-Splitting Sect. Combined with her uncanny ability to secure valuable merchandise, it was no surprise that she thrived. As for why her followers supported her, it was because she was truly unhuman, treating money like dirt and being incredibly generous with her money.

If Cesar disguised himself as a squirrel and traded pine cones in their society, he would certainly be able to treat pine cones as dirt.

This is a strange way of saying it, but it's what the Green Snake said. "I'm just exploring your social order," she said. "You don't think I take your pine cones seriously, do you?"

"But you live in human society, don't you?" Cesar asked her at the time. "You need your own money, don't you?"

"What do you mean by master?" the green snake said, only spitting out its tongue beneath its veil. This was a dangerous signal. "Aren't you responsible for supporting me? I've already racked my brains studying business theories and paving the way for the Coffin-Splitting Sect. Why should I bother thinking about how I'm going to survive in your world? It's a complete waste of my life."

"As the head of a guild, you don't touch any money. This is very..."

"Strange?" she asked. "But there are rumors that I am the secret mistress of a great noble. This rumor is actually quite accurate. From your human perspective, I am your mistress, am I not right, my master? Apart from you, there is no one in your human world worthy of my attention."

"Isn't that because you can't recognize faces? You can't even tell if someone is male or female without looking at their gender!"

"It's as if you can tell the gender of a dog without looking at its color and sexual characteristics." The green snake said nonchalantly, "In the final analysis,

"I come here to write my path through riot, strife, and bloodshed. Once my first ancestor dies, I can descend upon the tribe with the authority of Navzog and take my place."

This was the discussion between Cesar and Qingshe before they left their homes. After the discussion, Cesar walked through the lower city and headed straight for the envoy sent by the coalition of nobles.

The meeting place was a tavern in the west end of downtown, while the harbor was in the east end. He took his dog up to the third floor of the tavern and ordered a large bowl of tea, since few people in the area drank tea, so it was a perfect way to mark the meeting. He then ordered a large plate of baklava to take home, as he had secretly eaten through Firth's supply of pastries during the night, leaving the house under her gaze, like the ghost of a dead man.

After Cesar had eaten half a honey cake, someone finally came up the stairs and sat down opposite him in a cloak. "Would you mind giving me some?" the person said.

"You are......"

Milava lowered her hood, leaned over, and ate the remaining half from his hand. Her lips brushed against his fingers, giving him a hint of danger. "It's rare that you would prepare this. I almost thought we were having a private rendezvous, teacher," he said.

If Green Snake were here, she'd definitely ask Cesar if he knew whether this guy was a man or a woman, and Cesar would say he didn't know. They both looked androgynous; Sephora could discern some hint of femininity, but this guy was completely unpredictable, like an artist exploring how to express beauty without sexual characteristics, thus sculpting a genderless human from white marble.

This guy's hair was also very messy, with strands of black hair scattered on his forehead, temples and neck. The longest hair could pass over his shoulders and fall on his chest, while the short ones only fell to his ears. If his hair was completely down, he would look like a woman, but if it was completely tied up, he would look more like a man.

The reason for this thought was that Milawa had just raised her hand and pulled back the hair that had fallen on her forehead. For a moment, it looked as if a strikingly handsome young man, albeit with a slightly feminine aura, sat there. Then, Milawa let her hair down again, took a sip of tea, and instantly transformed herself into a noble lady from a painting, her long black hair scattered everywhere, with only a hint of masculinity.

"Would you please stop fiddling with your hair?" Cesar shook his head. "I'm here to discuss the covenant."

"Your reaction is curious," Milava said, her chin resting on her finger, studying him. "The Franks often say that students should be treated like soft clay that can be molded into any shape. Yet, you're so nervous about my ambiguous gender. Aren't you planning on molding me into the shape you desire?"

"I felt the heavy pressure halfway through kneading you." Cesar muttered with his head down, "If you keep kneading, once this lump of clay is completely formed, I'll be crushed. No, don't talk about this. Why are you here?"

"I have searched the world for my trusty old men," said Miraval. "The one who has come to meet you happens to be one of them, nothing more. Before he remembered his past, he was a loyal knight who paved the way for the nobles. After he remembered his past, he became a loyal knight of the ancient emperor. Between an unknown future and eternal divine choice, he chose the latter."

"That's a bit scary," Cesar commented.

"You must be curious about how many people in your territory remember the past." Milava said softly, and the voice was like the whisper of an ancient ghost.

Cesar frowned. "Perhaps, I will find your old subordinates before you do, and bring your memories of the past over before you do. Then, I will hold the old subordinates you have recalled in my hands."

"I look forward to it. The more you exceed my expectations, the deeper my admiration and love for you will grow, until one day I can have you kiss my fingertips in my palace and sit in my study awaiting my return from court," he said. "If this happens, it will mean that I, as a man, have won. You must serve me respectfully, teacher. Of course, if I lose, that will be a different story."

Was this some kind of bizarre cursed duel? Whoever lost would be transformed into a woman and bow before the winner? Milava couldn't possibly master such a strange spell, but it was hard to say if the Trickster Prophet could. Diana had underestimated this guy's extremes.

"Can we talk about something serious?" Cesar asked him.

"You tell me."

"As the emperor back then, you must be well aware of the situation in Atlantis."

He nodded. "This port city is crucial to the safety of a large area of ​​surrounding territory. It is the heart of this region."

"Yes," Cesar said, "I heard that this place was once a pass conquered by the Frank Empire, and later became your pass, and was conquered by the Cathar Empire in turn. Tell me, what do you think of this place?"

Milava lowered his head in thought, examining his clenched hand. It was, of course, a beautiful hand. This guy couldn't listen to others when he was lost in thought. It wasn't that he couldn't hear, but that he couldn't listen at all. When his thoughts got stuck, his brows would furrow, so much so that he wouldn't notice someone passing by. Once he'd cleared his mind, he'd relax again, staring directly into the other person's eyes with fierce confidence, trying to force them to bow their heads.

Such as now.

"Back then, Atlantis was caught in a dilemma both internally and externally," Milava said, gazing at him. "We have external difficulties now, but they're not enough. You've come here to create an internal dilemma, right? Once Atlantis falls, a large area of ​​surrounding territory, especially the area to the north near the capital, Anglan, will be engulfed in flames. By then, the reinforcements will be busy putting out the fires. Not only will they abandon your threats, they'll even find ways to appease them."

The so-called internal dilemma of Milava is most likely the betrayal of the Temple of the Gods by the Fran Empire.

"It's not about appeasement," Cesar said. "You can't expect Evered IV and the imperial officials to be as rational as you. Besides, you weren't much more rational over a thousand years ago. Garcia is quite rational, but he has King Auldan before him and the imperial officials behind him. He's just a general, so it's impossible for him to have much say in political affairs."

"I also heard that the official from the Kasar Empire is the son of the Prime Minister of Heanria, and your other student is his granddaughter. When the uncle and nephew meet, there will inevitably be some disputes."

"I thought you would call her Senior Sister."

"There is no difference between her and me, no hierarchy, let alone any close relationship. It just happens that we both recognize you as our teacher." Milawa said lightly.

This guy was used to making his own order, and tradition was completely unimportant to him. Cesar could only nod. "Alright," he said, "I won't ask where you've been or how many people you've awakened. For now, I'll treat you as an envoy from the noble coalition. What are your military plans? Are there any special needs?"

"It's impossible to be sure," said Milava. "The attack route to Atlantis is completely unnecessary, but the fortress in front of the port has been elusive, let alone the port itself. They can't explain what they need. It's clear that after the last deadly riot, they recognized your abilities. But because of that riot, Olidan has also tightened its supervision. It's said that the noble coalition has also tried to imitate this several times, trying to incite rebellion from within the kingdom, but they were discovered and the spies were hanged. Lately, access to the upper and lower districts of Atlantis has been incredibly strict."

"They really think this is sedition..." Cesar was shocked. "Simply sedition will definitely get you found and hanged."

"Is not it?"

"Not at all. It just happens to cause something superficially similar but very different to happen," Cesar said. "Inciting rebellion is always a common conspiracy. Who wouldn't be prepared for it? We have to do something that people have never seen and can't prepare for."

"You've piqued my curiosity."

"It wouldn't be good for you," Cesar said. "I mean, it might burn you."

"I want to know, anyway," he said. "Do you still think I'm a child?"

Chapter 513 Fatal Charm

"You can witness it," Cesar said simply. "You can see it happen, see it change things. If you have any thoughts or ideas at that time, you can discuss them with me. Just consider it a test for you."

"I haven't heard this in a long time," Milawa said. "The Holy Father always said it. Think of it as a test. If I can't do it at the moment, I will wander alone in the darkness, searching for a path, as if I were retracing the path she once walked. But the most terrible times are over after all. No matter how I relive them, I can only feel the weight of her."

Solaire seemed to have an obsession with Milava, wanting him to retrace her heroic path and experience the same feelings she once shared. However, as Milava had said, the most terrifying era was over, and she couldn't let him truly relive the dark ages. Instead, she could only make his soul increasingly distorted and confused.

In addition, perhaps because her vision was too high or because of the influence of God's wisdom, she seemed unable to see things that people could only see from a lower place, as if there was a terrible barrier between her and everyone else.

Cesar thought he really was treating Milava like a child, otherwise, he wouldn't know how to respond. So he raised his hand and stroked Milava's hair. Most people would resist such treatment, but Milava was sensitive to it and quickly lowered her head. At first, she sat in the chair, eyes closed, silent. Then, she lowered herself lower and lower, finally kneeling before him.

"I've always been waiting for a comfort like this." Milawa whispered.

"You can see it," Cesar said. "Of course, if you still feel you're in the dark and can't see clearly how the world is changing, you can look at the history of the Kasar Empire. There are many records there that explore and reflect on the changing direction of the world order. Although the mage organizations in the empire's history caused a lot of chaos, compared to the Kuna Dynasty, which has been a dynasty for thousands of years, you can see many differences."