Shadow of the Evil God

"So why is this thing moving beneath our feet? Is it because of the wasteland?"

"Another key theme of the Kuna creation myth is that time and history did not exist before. It was only after Analik realized his existence in the Outlands that the world began to have orderly time and history. And the wasteland, in the words of the Kuna, is the original appearance of our world - endless chaos and disorder, everything constantly distorted and changing according to the thoughts of the True Dragon. Ordered time is like a furnace, quenching chaos and disorder, creating

This wasteland where time and space are constantly changing."

"Then this beastman shaman..."

"It used some kind of magic to increase the instability of the wasteland, inhibiting the orderly passage of time, making this

To some extent, the true dragon... I wouldn't say it's awakened, perhaps just turning over in its slumber, taking a breath. But this turning over alone has injected unimaginable vitality into this wasteland. I suspect they've already performed many rituals, each one making the trees grow taller and stronger, until they eventually become giants as tall as the mountains.

"What is that?" Cesar turned to the werewolf shaman. It was suspended in mid-air, shrouded in circles of dark fluid, like black blood surging in invisible veins, drawing intricate paths, mainly tree-like forks and arcing loops.

"I guess it's gathering some of it through the ritual..." Diana said, shaking her head. "I can't really explain it. Those fluids are too chaotic and disordered. Don't listen to Shengji and bring my little ancestor over. This place is a wasteland, and everything is different from the real world. Those beastmen are even more... Even I have to perform at least three transformations and extractions before I dare to use them."

Cesar glanced at Ajiehe who was lying on his shoulder, "What about you?"

Chapter 164: Wonderful Taste

"I don't care," Ajeh said. "My kind doesn't consider them as noble as the Kuna myths. You can call them giants, true dragons, or whatever. Analik brought them to earth, and that's all that matters."

As they spoke in whispers, the shaman's position in the air grew more stable. A dark liquid gathered around him, swirling around him like a stream of stars. Scarlet goblins swirled around them, sometimes tangling together to transform into various forms of beasts, sometimes dispersing into a swarm of buzzing insects. Their voices were a cacophony of voices, shrill and high-pitched, often laughter, sometimes shouting.

A pair of goblins flew past him, dancing and holding hands, twirling in midair like bees, one laughing heartily at him, the other baring its sharp fangs. Their eyes were pure bloodshot, their claws dripping with blood, their bodies as slender and short as children's, their sexual characteristics unrecognizable. Their petal-like membranes, like silken garments, revealed blood-red, translucent flesh beneath, the blood vessels visible through their veins.

One goblin clawed at his ankle, the sensation like a dagger slicing through skin; another stabbed him from behind with its slender tail, the pain like a venomous bee; another bit him and leeched on the back of his hand, trying to suck his blood. Cesar couldn't hold back any longer, so he grabbed the strange thing on the back of his hand and squeezed it hard—it didn't even resist, but shattered with a shrill laugh, turning into a large cloud of blood mist that disappeared on the wind.

These goblins seem to be conveying a kind of ecstasy. The more cruel, the more beautiful, the more painful, the more ecstatic, the more terrifying, the more excited.

Cesar was a little stunned.

At the same time, the Warg community on the lakeshore opened its arms to the sky and began to respond to the voice of its shaman, a wild and frantic howl, not like that of a beast, but more like that of a tribe offering sacrifice to their gods.

Ajeh's voice merged with it, faint at first, barely audible to Cesar. But soon, her voice resonated and expanded, becoming ever broader, heavier, and slower, gradually drowning out all other sounds, like the sound of the tide and waves at night.

Suddenly, several werewolves woke up from their trance and turned around, intending to look for the strange sound of the sacrifice. Then all the werewolves responded. Cesar saw them looking around like a flock of sheep lost in a storm, twisting their heads, trying to find the source of the sound, and finally fell on his shoulder.

Although he didn't know why, Cesar understood the meaning of Ajeh's words, a very clear meaning. She was saying: The weak accept its power, the meek accept its pride, the ignorant accept its knowledge, the miserable accept its joy; accept enlightenment, kiss the heaven and earth it created, and thus escape all disasters and sorrows.

The beastman shifted the focus of his howling, from the shaman to Ajeh on his shoulder. A thousand howls merged with hers, echoing across the mountains, shaking the ancient trees and the lake. The elves also fell to the lakeside, prostrating themselves on the ground, whimpering like children and shrill cries. The sound surged through Cesar's consciousness, making him feel as if he were melting within it.

Diana stumbled, grasping his shoulders, nearly forced to her knees. He felt her body pressed against his back, her warm breath against his ears, barely maintaining consciousness. The worg shaman's ritual had disturbed the dragon's slumber, drawing a vital presence from Ajeh's tattered soul. Diana seemed to sense this presence, more clearly than he did.

At this moment, the werewolf shaman stretched out its thorn-covered wolf claws towards Cesar. This time, he actually understood its words. "Holy Father, bring the ancestor you rescued from the Lost Land and come to me," it said.

Cesar couldn't speak. He could understand, but he couldn't speak. Perhaps in that era of transition, all the human believers who followed Analik understood this language and could coexist with some of the beastmen, but not him.

The shaman was very patient and asked again: "You are raising

What is the name of this child of ours, the ancestor who should have been born but never was?

Diana let out a long breath and looked up at the shaman.

Instead, Cesar responded in their strange language. Humans simply couldn't produce such sounds normally.

Cesar watched as the shaman nodded the wolf's head, a satisfied smile on his face. In one paw, it held a thorn staff aloft, in the other a bleeding heart that had come from nowhere, chanting a scripture. It whispered her name, and he felt the words connect her inextricably, like an invisible thread entwining them.

However, for some reason, not only Ajeh herself, but also this name had a connection with him. Invisible threads seemed to seep into his veins, making him feel that his blood was about to coagulate - they evoked another personality of Ajeh in his soul.

But weren't their memories simply intertwined? Could there be a deeper connection?

He looked down at his hands, and in that instant, he saw another mist-shrouded lake. He saw a woman's white palm gradually tear and expand, transforming into sharp wolf claws, grabbing a mute girl with a ponytail. He saw himself dragging her to him, lifting her into the air, opening his wolf mouth with uncontrollable desire, grinding his fangs against her belly.

He bit open her clothes, touched her soft skin, and dragged his teeth along the lines of her belly. He saw the mute girl struggling, her eyes bloodshot, her body casting shadows. He saw her become violent, roaring like a wild beast.

Cesar looked up, and the scene immediately disappeared.

The shaman nodded slightly, expressing his appreciation. "It seems you are truly one, inseparable. So accept it, Holy Father. Accept this ancient enlightenment and discover how to become lost in the path of the true God. Accept it, and find the missing half of our incomplete ancestor. If you unite with her, a new tribe will be born."

Cesar's nerves tensed, realizing that the dark-haired Ajeh was wandering in a distant place, yet the shaman's call had brought about something completely unforeseen. This resonance was truly eerie, disregarding both the distortion of time and the distance of space. The gray-haired Ajeh, however, paid no heed. She extended her wolf claws, guiding the dark blood through her fingertips, seeping into his body and merging with his cursed blood.

The worgs howled at the sky, and blood-red goblins soared and whirled through the air, transforming into dragons spewing blood and shrieking. These beastmen were celebrating, celebrating the return of a lost ancestor who had been wiped out in the last era. Of course, so did Analik's human followers.

Diana breathed a sigh of relief. "At least you can call yourself a monk now, instead of just a cursed person."

Cesar thought to himself that a sect consisting of only him could not be considered a monastic order.

......

César woke up on the dark floor of his bedroom in the Duke's palace.

He felt hazy, his mind fuzzy. The fluid coursing through his veins gave him a terrible feeling, claiming it was giving him the enlightenment of an ancient being, allowing him to seek a way to avoid being lost, but all he felt was a swollen head, his mind even less clear than usual. Diana might be right, this stuff needed to be extracted multiple times before it could be used, but it was already coursing through his body, mingling with his blood.

He couldn't just drain all his own blood, so he extracted it first and then injected it into his bled-out corpse.

The shaman had announced a multitude of things, but they were nothing more than specious prayers and vague omens, none of which were of any use. He was still completely in the dark, unsure of what to do. If he truly wanted to find out how to become a monk in this sect, in which he was the only one, he would have to seek out experiments from sorcerers and submit to all sorts of strange tests.

Cesar stumbled forward and nearly fell to the ground, but Gouzi supported him from behind, took his arm and asked him where he was going. After some effort, he walked a few steps to the window with the shutters tightly closed, opened a crack and looked out carefully.

The morning light was gray, and the procession of guests visiting Grand Duke Urbino had already reached the end of the avenue. The Duke's residence was visited today by Donimi and the Knights of the Kingdom of Olidan, including his exceptionally decisive nephew and niece. If their dreams tonight hadn't actually been those of Grand Ferrieres, he would be in the furnace by now.

Phils was still in Diana's bedroom, accepting her observation and browsing the mysterious cipher manuscripts in her hands, trying to find the secret of Big Ferriers. Since arriving at the Duke's Mansion, Diana had been using the name of the master to keep her little ancestor, making it difficult for him to sleep alone at night.

"Looking for an opportunity to kill them?" Gouzi also looked out the window. "There are many places we can strike from the Duke's Mansion to where they're staying—taverns, casinos, the Chamber of Commerce. I can kill anyone they know, eat the body first, then pretend to be dead and strike when they're most relaxed."

"No, these people will be useful during the war." Cesar denied, "They are the main force. The mercenaries I have are just a bunch of mercenaries. In the early stage, I have to rely on them to hold off the nobles' army. When there is actual

I will then be able to expand my army."

"what a pity."

"Pity?"

"Those two have very different scents. If I could eat one...

"

Hearing this, Cesar thought about the attitudes of the various temples toward the secular world. He realized that if his nephew and niece were secular, even if they wanted to harm him, it would be difficult for them to reach an agreement with the monks of the Sagaros Temple. After all, they all sided with Evered IV, not the nobles of Olidan.

But what if one of them was actually a young monk who could contact the temple monks of Sagaros without worldly means?

Cesar sat back on the bed, considering the pros and cons. The dog studied him, walked around him in circles, climbed onto the bed, held onto his shoulders, and put its nose to his cheek, sniffing intently, like a dog that hadn't seen its owner for a long time, searching for an unfamiliar smell.

"You have a wonderful smell too. If you could give me some..." She hugged his arms and begged softly in his ear. If she had a tail, it would have been wagging.

Cesar raised his arm without hesitation, about to cut her with his dagger to feed her blood, but he saw Gouzi's mouth open wide. Her tongue, like a small, pink snake with shimmering scales, slithered out from between her smooth lips, almost reaching the tip of her chin. Through her small mouth, he could see the bright red of her mouth, the soft surface of her tongue moving within it, and the tender red throat that appeared and disappeared, swallowing and spitting out honey-like saliva, appearing wet and warm.

"You are very bored, aren't you, Master?" She tilted her head. "Patience is not suitable for your path. Although every temple has its own rules, yours are different from most temples."

Cesar said nothing, letting out a long breath. He then held her slender waist and let her lie down. He lowered her head with one hand and lifted her chin with the other. Soon, her oval face was pressed against his lower abdomen. Looking down, he could only see her pointed chin and slightly parted soft lips. Her breath was filled with a fiery warmth, which felt unbearably hot against him.

Hopefully, some guy somewhere out there who's just suffered an unforeseen disaster doesn't dream of him doing this.

Chapter 165 You can be more relaxed when you insult me

......

According to the plan, Saino was supposed to take his two younger generations to the Duke's Palace today. However, for various reasons, only his nephew could go today.

There was only one reason for the incident, but Saino believed that there were many. First, his sister, the current queen, was too doting on the family's handsome younger generation; second, his father, the current prime minister, used all his limited wisdom to scheme against his own brothers; and finally, Garcia, the eldest brother with the most influence in the family, had been away leading troops in battle for many years. On his rare return, he went to Noien and returned to the territory of the Kasar Empire without even seeing the queen.

It's like he's deliberately avoiding suspicion.

Saino didn't want to comment on the rumors of incest between the siblings, but Garcia's relinquishment left his nieces and nephews without a family elder who could educate them. Their father had died in a prostitution scandal, their grandfather was an old fool with an increasingly volatile temper, and their closest relative was not only filled with resentment but also spoiled and instigated the children. Who knew what kind of vicious royal heir she would eventually raise?

"Miss Eastley is very dissatisfied," the servant whispered to him. "She has been cursing for nearly two hours."

"Have you eaten?" Saino stopped.

"The servant who delivered the meal has been killed with a bleeding head." The servant said tactfully.

"Didn't she wake up with a broken leg and both arms?"

"She kicks with her other foot."

Saino tutted, almost turning away. These young noble monks, tortured in their dreams, then abhorred their servants upon awakening. It was truly tragic, but some temples were so indiscriminate, even exploiting someone like Isli for donations. Now she'd been implicated in the murder at the Temple of Sagaros. Failure would have been fine, but she'd almost died a dismembered corpse in her dream, waking up practically a thug. Who knew what she was planning?

He stood at the bedroom door for a while, listening to his beloved niece shriek and curse everything with a single, unrepeated curse. Words so filthy they could turn any human into a beast. Because she was the queen's beloved niece and the little prince's dearest cousin, no matter how many teachers the family hired, no one dared to discipline her.

No one knew the queen's current mental state, let alone whether Isley would resort to artistic manipulation of her teacher's instructions, whispering dark rumors into the queen's ears overnight. As for Isley's Xiel Temple, they were known for their unbending attitude towards the nobility and the homeless, while devoted to art and ambiguous about everything else. Naturally, they couldn't be expected to discipline the monks who donated money.

Saino signaled the servant to go away to avoid saying anything too harsh. However, the latter became the target of his malice because he happened to be in Isli's sight.

He opened the heavy wooden door with his key, walked in, straightened his clothes, and then sat down in the chair beside the bed.

"I miss you a little, Uncle Saino."

Sili said nonchalantly.

"Just tell me who ordered you."

Sai Nuo glanced at the head of the bed as she spoke. Two arms, beloved by many young nobles, were placed beside her pillow. They looked like two pieces of jade ornaments, and there was also a left leg that had been

Broken from the knee down, she was left at the end of the bed. Her limbs had no broken edges, no bleeding wounds, and all had broken naturally after she woke up from a dream.

The latter didn't care at all. "You look tired, Uncle Saino, is there anything that bothered you?"

"Don't try to play that on me, Isli." Saino remained unmoved. "You know exactly why I'm so tired. I know who's behind you, and I know who's going crazy and not caring about this war. According to military regulations, I should have thrown you into jail, made you lie on the dirty ground, and used your only remaining arm to catch mice to eat." The harsher his tone, the uglier Isli's face became, but Saino didn't care. As he spoke, he pulled out his sword and thrust it into the ground. "I know why you don't care. After all, you can grow back your limbs if you lose them. Do you think being a broken-tailed lizard makes you proud?"

"Really?" she snorted. "What about you? When you stabbed my mother to death in front of me, were you very proud?"

Sainuo frowned like a cracked yellow earth. "She committed adultery with a servant after your father died, that's fine, but she even wanted to pass the adulterous child off as her own. Why should I be so proud? I have an older brother who can't go back to Dominy once a year, an old father who goes crazy all the time and even talks about Noien in his dreams, an older sister who spoils her children no matter what mistakes they make, and a group of brothers and sisters who only know how to hang out in the entertainment industry and accomplish nothing. Why do you think I should be so proud? I'm the one who cleans up the mess in this family! Of course, there's also you, Isley, you really are..."

Isley crossed her only remaining leg and tossed her hair across her empty shoulders. "How many times have I heard you say that? Why can't you just go to a wall and give your speech? It makes no difference."

"If you had been nicer, I wouldn't..."

"I know better than anyone who a good attitude helps," she smiled at him. "It works for Grandpa, it works for Aunt, but it doesn't work for you at all, Uncle Saino. If you hadn't killed so many people in our family with a sword, Aunt would have had many lovely nephews and nieces."

"The old man has too many useless children, and those useless ones have caused too much trouble. To be honest, at least I didn't kill the old man's children. I only dealt with some outsiders who had too many ideas. This family must have someone to manage things, and you are a monk, Isli, you could have been that person. You don't need to care about your aunt's nonsense."

"You don't even want to call them brother and sister." Isley continued to smile at him. "Do you know that many people think you are the one with mental problems in the family? Some people didn't need to die so tragically, but you killed them anyway."

"Should I remind you that I haven't drawn my sword against a family member in nearly ten years? Should I remind you that you are the one being instigated to kill your blood relative? That man named Cesar, I mean your uncle Cesar, is probably the only relatively decent young man in the family in recent years."

"More appropriate?" Isley raised her voice. "What does old Sean's son have to do with us? He was the one who killed my uncle who loved me the most! Is there anyone in the whole family who doesn't want to kill old Sean and his son, except you?"

"Yes, but that jerk..."

Isley let out a shrill laugh. "You know, Uncle Saino, this is the most hateful thing about you." She propped up her remaining leg. "We, the family members who cherish each other, are just a bunch of tools with varying values ​​and uses in your eyes. Anyone who doesn't bring benefits to the family is trash. They're not even worthy of being considered your blood relatives. Aside from me and a few others, have you ever called anyone nephew or niece?"

"It seems you've learned some speaking and debating skills, which is really good." Saino replied nonchalantly, "Would you like to continue your speech with me?"

"It's so sad," Isley said. "Why can't I learn your shamelessness?"

"You could have been more relaxed when you insulted me."

"Insult? I'm trying to understand you. If I understand you, and then understand all of my family, I can figure out why the Borgias are so sick and crazy."

"Maybe." Saino felt helpless. "But you still have to go to the northern Kasar Empire and see if Garcia will throw you into the imperial prison to eat rats. Then go to the Noien Fortress in the south and see if old Thane will turn you into the shit and piss of wild beasts on Blade's Edge Mountain. Only then can you say you understand the Borgia family."

"Why don't you just find a live mouse, Uncle Saino," Yisili said in a sweet voice, "I can just watch it gnaw on my broken limbs, turning them into mouse droppings, and then swallow the mouse alive right in front of you."

Chapter 166: Hold Me Longer

"Not every member of our family dares to say this." Saino became interested. "My eldest sister, eldest brother and I are the old man's first three children. During his exile in Noyen, we accompanied him through

"I've endured all the hardships and trials, but unfortunately, all the old man's children were fools who grew up in the palace. None of them are worth paying attention to." He said with a gentle smile, "Except you."

Isley also laughed. "You're so funny, Uncle Saino. Look at me now. I've lost three limbs after taking a walk. I'm pathetic and incompetent. I'm a murderer who hasn't even managed to kill anyone. You can't imagine how proud it is to be both bad and useless."

Saino was surprised. There was something wrong with the result he expected, maybe not just a little bit.

"You mean you failed?"

"Do you still think I succeeded?" Isri looked at him in surprise. "What if I told you that the monks from Sagaros brought the Eye of the Furnace and forcibly pried open his dream, only to discover that the dream's owner wasn't him, but the Grand Master of the Imperial Court?"

"This is getting a bit complicated. Cesar's relationship with the third princess, Altinia, also needs to be re-evaluated." Saino pondered, then added, "So, in the next meeting, there will still be an intact Cesar present?"

"Cesar escaped the dream and fled into the wasteland, and no one could stop him, it's that simple," she said. "Whoever wants to deal with him in the other dimension will have to chase him across the wasteland and catch him. They will chase him for a long, long time, maybe until he disappears."

"Where does such hatred come from?"

"No, it's not hatred, really." Isri smiled and said, "My tiny hatred is insignificant in this decisive war. The change and advancement that the Temple hopes for, and Cesar's actions in blocking this path, are the most terrifying things."

......

It was quite subtle. The dog was lying on his back on the bed, with his lower jaw tilted upwards on his fingertips and his head lowered, with his neck and lips just located on a slightly upward arc.

He really couldn't help but have thoughts.

Cesar didn't use much force, just leaned forward and squeezed in along the small snake with shimmering scales, first brushing her soft lips, then wrapping his body around her and sending her deep into her throat. He could clearly see a large bulge in her white neck, like a snake swallowing prey larger than itself.

In the past, he wouldn't dare touch the Faceless One. Noi'en nearly made him collapse on the spot, and he kept his distance from her afterwards. However, as the mark of the Tao deepened, his sensual desires and cravings rapidly increased, and his tolerance for mental intoxication was no longer as severe as before.

Like a snake, the dog swallowed its prey whole, holding it in its mouth. The pink snake's body, moist and slippery, coiled around him from head to toe, tightening and loosening, its soft scales rubbing against his body, its forked head teasing his head, punctuated by a continuous, gentle suck. Her sucking was unnatural, gentle as a damp, warm breeze, yet it penetrated deeply from the opening, reaching the deepest part of his abdomen, sending a tingling, numb, and uncontrollable dizziness through him.

It was clear that he still lacked the ability to suppress his sensual desires for the Faceless One. The tip of her nose was delicate and soft, and she would occasionally raise it to rub against his body, sniffing his scent while teasing him to tighten his muscles. Her throat was undoubtedly as flexible as her fingers, her bulging neck visibly moving, her larynx tightly wrapped around it, squeezing and swallowing. The intense pressure made his heartbeat accelerate.