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In an instant, a ray of golden holy light from heaven gushed out from the cross, illuminating the limbs and bones of the lustful demon. The demon exposed to the golden light was burning with golden flames all over her body. She screamed twice and disappeared again at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

After several confrontations, although Aenarion could not see the opponent's movements clearly and could not aim at her body, he could guess at this moment that she would definitely want to kill Sister Miriel who could perform instant healing and exorcism first. Therefore, he directly used [Death Grip] on Miriel. The huge hand made of psychic bones was like a silver cloud covering the sky and the sun, covering the nun's head.

At the same time, the lustful demon appeared again by teleportation as expected. Its sharp flaming claws almost instantly cut the four zombies into pieces and stabbed the nun fiercely in the back!

"Crack!"

At the critical moment, Aenarion's giant skeletal hand spanned several meters, grabbed the body of the Slaanesh demon, and pulled him in front of him, while raising his spear, ready to pierce his head.

At this moment, the Slaanesh pirates, who were much slower than the demons, also arrived. A golden figure swooped down. It was a leopard biting a huge sword. Its agile and handsome golden body spun in the air at high speed like a gyroscope. The huge sword in its mouth also spun at high speed along with her actions that went beyond the common sense of physics. With the blessing of centrifugal force, she chopped the psychic bones with one sword, cut off the big hand that was holding the Slaanesh demon, and took her away from Aenarion's bondage.

Aenarion looked at the leopard holding the giant sword and felt confused. Mariana, what do you want to do?

"It's too dangerous to let her get close."

Mariana regained her human form. She put on a purple cloak inlaid with gold thread. Her long brown hair was like the curly waves of the sea. Her mature and sexy face had a pair of amber eyes that revealed all kinds of charm. Her two plump red lips were like deadly aphrodisiacs, attracting the attention of others. I don't know who she was talking to when she said these words.

"Thanks for the rescue, dear. Although this kid's eyes can't see clearly, his brain can predict my attacks. It's a bit troublesome."

The Slaanesh demon said with lingering fear, leaning down, preparing to launch once again a terrifying charge that could not be captured by the naked eye.

"It's okay, dear. This time, we'll go together and kill the breast first."

Mariana took a step back and walked behind the Slaanesh Demon, holding the sword in her right hand and patting the Slaanesh Demon's left shoulder with her left hand.

At this moment, the battle on the ship was extremely brutal. The Druid White changed from a Chaos Wolf to a Raven again and flew onto the deck of the Ulthuan. Just as he was about to turn back into a Chaos Wolf and start a killing spree, he suddenly discovered two old acquaintances standing on the Ulthuan.

One is Nidalee, a wild and untamed leopard girl wearing animal skins and holding a spear; the other is Artemisia, a cold and ruthless woman wearing armor, holding a spear in her hand and riding on a fire nightmare.

Isn't this the former vice-captain of Caesar's Pride and Mariana's favorite pet? Aren't they both dead? Why is she still alive? And mixed with the people who attacked us? Add to that the ambush we just encountered when we entered the harbor, could it be that...

Druid White suddenly felt creepy, dived out of the sea, and rushed towards the harbor entrance!

"Your Highness the Devil! Get away from Mariana! She might be a spy!!! Hurry..."

Before the druid could finish his words, he was shocked by the picture in front of him. Mariana stood behind the Slaanesh demon, and part of her left hand turned into a leopard claw. Five sharp barbed claws instantly stretched out from the pads of flesh and pierced the demon's soft throat. She caught the unprepared demon in her claws, and wielded a sharp blade in her right hand, piercing her heart with one sword. The sound of steel rubbing against flesh and internal organs shattered the demon's heart both physically and emotionally.

"Why, why...we, we used to be so close..."

The Slaanesh demon coughed up blood and looked at his beloved in disbelief, unable to understand why she had delivered a fatal blow to him?

"sorry."

Mariana drew out her greatsword, retracted her claws, and chopped off her neck, which was full of holes and still gushing blood. Then she squatted on the ground, gently held up the demon's severed head, and kissed her lips, which were constantly coughing up blood, with a smile.

"I'm undercover."

Chapter 106: Suggestions from the Heart

At this moment, the situation suddenly changed. The number of Slaanesh pirates was less than the number of stationed troops and soldiers, and the eight elite soldiers sent out, one died and one rebelled, and the number instantly became six.

Artemisia rode on Nightmare, walking in the air, with a pile of Paladin's halos and blessings on her body, and rushed straight towards the crow incarnation of the druid. The training in the past few weeks has made her a qualified Paladin.

The Spear of Thirsting Souls in his hand, made of flesh and bones, burned with the most violent fire of Slaanesh.

Leopard Woman transformed into a leopard and ran to Mariana intimately. Although the slave contract was no longer there, the friendship that had grown up with her could not be erased. Two captain-level Slaanesh pirates shouted "traitor" and rushed towards Mariana, fighting fiercely with the two of them!

Astarielle thought for a while and changed her spell slot, turning herself from a magic assistant into a spell outputter. She raised her slender jade fingers upwards, and the bodies of six Slaanesh pirates floated in the air, and then smashed towards another Slaanesh captain whose body was flashing with magical equipment like a cannonball.

The familiars reduced Aenarion's pressure greatly. Now, there were only two captain-level Slaanesh pirates left in front of him. One of them was Carlos Holyhelm, the one who lured ignorant civilians in the port. He was pale, had unsteady steps, and looked like he had kidney deficiency. His blasphemous body was hidden in a suit of Spanish plate armor. He held a war hammer and a staff in his hands. The top of the staff was not inlaid with gems, but a colorful and strange lotus bloomed instead.

The other one was another lustful demon, with devilish goat hooves and chaotic claws, emitting an extremely evil and ominous aura.

Aenarion took a deep breath, and instead of fighting head-on against the two powerful enemies, he started with a [Suggestion]. The effect of this spell was similar to that of a charm, although its duration was very short and it could only charm the enemy and make them act according to your instructions once, but the charm effect was very powerful and could even tamper with the brain of someone fighting a bloody battle with you.

Instantly, a sweet and alluring voice sounded quietly in the mind of the second lustful demon.

"Carlos Holy Helm is also an enemy undercover agent. He is usually very close to Mariana. Now, he is looking for an opportunity to stab you in the back. Quick, use your claws to tear his body apart."

The Slaanesh demon blinked in horror, she didn't know where the voice came from.

That sweet voice, like the devil's low moan, echoed in the Slaanesh demon's mind hundreds and thousands of times within just two seconds, gradually changing her doubts into certainty that Carlos Holy Helm must be a traitor just like Mariana!

“Sizzle!!!”

Along with the sound of metal rubbing against flesh, the Slaanesh demon slashed Carlos's knee, which was not protected by plate armor. The sharp barbs and claws tore through his flesh and tendons, crippling his left leg and causing the Slaanesh believer to stagger and fall in a pool of blood.

The Slaanesh demon raised her right claw high, ready to tear off his helmet and slit his throat, but at this moment, the effect of [Suggestion] had disappeared, and she suddenly woke up. What was she doing? Why did she regard her compatriots who fought side by side with her as traitors just now? !

A moment's hesitation gave Carlos a chance to fight back. He didn't know what happened. He only saw this demon of evil launch a shameless sneak attack and suddenly cut open his left leg behind the knee. Could it be that his vice-captain was a traitor like Mariana? !

Damn it, Mariana was so close to her deputy captain, and she just killed him without hesitation. Who can guarantee that all the sweet moments between her and this devil were real?

Carlos rolled over suddenly, waving the lotus-shaped staff in his left hand, aiming at the Slaanesh demon. In an instant, a line of blazing flame whizzed out from the pistil. Even though the Slaanesh demon dodged in time, the burning flame ray pierced through his left shoulder, and his heart was almost melted by the flames.

Seeing the two sides fighting, Aenarion under the golden mask showed a wicked smile and roared at the two people at the same time!

"Hold the enemy for ten seconds! I'll come to help you after I reload this bullet!"

Carlos Helm and Slaanesh's Fiend watched Aenarion loading bullets and roaring loudly, and they were suddenly terrified and frightened to the extreme!

The Slaanesh thought that the inexplicable whispers in his ears just now were true, that Carlos was really a traitor, and that Aenarion would soon come to help him.

Carlos also thought that the Slaanesh who had just attacked him inexplicably was the real traitor, and Aenarion was about to come to help her!

The two of them were in a great panic at the same time in the extremely chaotic battlefield. The shouts, roars, and wails around them mixed with the smell of blood, tormenting their noses and ears, making them extremely nervous! They didn't even ask, and completely concluded that the other party was a traitor, and they were about to be attacked by Aenarion and him.

The only way to resolve the current dilemma is to kill the opponent before Aenarion spends ten seconds to reload the bullet.

The Slaanesh demon took the lead, and her movements were so fast that she disappeared in an instant and appeared behind Carlos. The full body plate armor he was wearing had too high a defense, but even with full body plate armor, there were places that could not be protected, such as the armpits and joints like the back knees.

The sharp claws drew a purple arc in the air and easily cut Carlos' right knee, causing the muscles and tendons of both legs to rupture and completely losing the ability to walk.

But Carlos' reaction speed was also extremely fast. He swung the staff in his left hand and the hammer in his right hand together, breaking her right arm into three sections. The whole arm was twisted in an abnormal posture, with several broken bones poking the soft flesh, exposed in the air, flowing with pink demon blood.

The two wounded men looked at Einar, who had already loaded the bullets and was adjusting and aiming.

Ryan thought he was going to be shot to death, so he didn't even try to hide. He prayed to the hungry lady while launching a fatal blow at the opponent!

Carlos's two war hammers smashed into the ears of the Slaanesh Demon. The horrific impact force deformed her skull, caused bleeding from all her orifices, and made it almost impossible for her to maintain her physical form. The Chaos Demon's other sharp claw followed the gap between his left armpit and pierced into Carlos' fragile chest with unparalleled ferocity. The blasphemous arm spun violently, and the dozens of barbs and sharp hooks on the claws gouged his heart into a bloody meat paste.

Sudden by such a horrible blow, both of them vomited blood and fell to the ground at the same time. One was unable to control his movements due to a concussion, and the other was pale due to a ruptured heart and massive blood loss. Both were in a state of near death.

Aenarion waved his hand, and two rich corpses staggered to the two men's side, put their muskets to their heads, and pulled the trigger at the same time, causing their heads to explode into a ball of dazzling blood-red fireworks accompanied by loud gunshots.

Chapter 107: Career Advancement

Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief. Today he had used five spells in total: [Inert Armor], [Vitality], [Shared Damage], [Death Grip], and [Suggestion]. Just by relying on spies and rebellion, he had caused the loss of more than half of the eight captains. According to common sense, this consumed 14 mana points.

Thanks to the existence of the energy storage pendant, the mana consumption of all spells cast by myself is reduced by 1, but the minimum consumption of each spell is 1, and the consumption will not be reduced to zero due to this effect.

Therefore, he only consumed 10 mana points today, and still had 29 mana to use. The mana pearl bracelet could also restore 6 mana points for him, so he still had 35 mana left today.

Aenarion tried to save his mana as much as possible and began to load bullets into his musket. He then used [Counterattack] which consumed 1 mana point to assist in shooting. This wave was not over after taking down the port. There was still a six-armed god, Slaanesh, waiting for him in the Governor's Mansion.

At this moment, Aenarion had an absolute upper hand on the battlefield. The Slaanesh pirates suffered heavy casualties in the surprise attack and the first round of musket attacks. Their numbers were greatly reduced, and they were blocked in the port by zombies, leaving them to be slaughtered by the muskets and naval guns on the tall decks.

In the battle between several elites, as long as Astarielle did not encounter any situation beyond the textbook, she could handle everything with ease with the help of her extensive knowledge. As a level 6 double elite spellcaster, she could deal with a level 4 warrior like a piece of cake. Her six long swords, under the influence of psychic power, were like nimble swifts or ferocious peregrine falcons, circling, swooping and stabbing in the sky.

Every sweep could break several plates on his armor and cut several ropes; every dive could tear apart his face and joints exposed outside the armor; every thrust, the sharp sword tip wrapped in psychic energy could penetrate into the gaps in the armor and cause terrible damage.

At first, the Slaanesh warrior was still able to resist, but later, his body was cut into pieces by six telekinetic flying swords, blood was all over the ground, and his face became paler and paler due to blood loss, revealing despair. His body also became weaker and weaker, and he was slowly hacked to death by the six flying swords.

And in the sky, Artemisia also won. With the blessing of many paladins' halos and blessings, she fought with the druid on equal terms. However, at this moment, the support of Aenarion and Astariel arrived at the same time. A beam of silver psychic lightning instantly tore through the sky, and turned into an upside-down crown of the sky in the night, blasting through and tearing the druid's feathers and flesh.

A bullet from Aenarion accurately blew up his head, and the druid, who was focusing all his attention on Artemisia, had no way to dodge!

It was not until his body withered to the ground like a fallen leaf that the earth-shaking thunder slowly sounded.

The three of them nodded and fought side by side with the two leopards. In just a few minutes, they eliminated the last two captains.

At this point, the top leaders of the Slayers were completely wiped out, and the Demon Admiral, Matron Shahras, became commanders without troops. The Slaanesh pirates who participated in the port raid saw that their leaders were all dead, and they lost their will to fight, and surrendered one after another in the encirclement set up by Aenarion.

Aenarion took a breath. He had fired six times, used True Strike six times, and had 23 mana left. It should be enough to deal with the God-lord Slaanesh.

The others were also a little tired and were resting breathlessly. Mirielle, wearing a black and white nun's dress, was busy shuttling among the crowd, hugging and comforting every wounded person with tearful eyes, and healing every bloody scar, as if she could feel and experience everyone's pain, as if those horrible injuries of flesh rolling out and skin torn apart were on her body. She even healed an arrow scratch on Chi Tu's body, as if she really was a pure and kind Christian angel who had come to the world.

"Save some magic power, Miriel, there is another God-Demon waiting for us."

Aenarion cast a free detection spell and found that her mana was half depleted.

"It's okay. Miriel has a secret magic. Even if the magic power is exhausted, Miriel can still heal everyone."

Miriel smiled and said, after healing the burn scars on Artemisia's body caused by lightning, she gently hugged the nightmare with four hooves burning on fire, forehead to forehead, and prayed softly to God.

, in exchange for a ray of warm light, which healed the lightning scar left on her by the druid's thunder.

The zombies mixed with Alleri's crew and took control of the battlefield. One hundred and twelve of the more than one hundred and sixty Slaanesh pirates died, and the last fifty all surrendered. According to the agreement, these captives and the equipment on the corpses all belonged to Aenarion.

Aenarion estimated that at the moment, there were only the six-armed demon's direct crew members and subordinates in the governor's mansion, at most fifty people, and it would be enough to rely on the siege of Alleri's soldiers.

So, he gave an order and divided the zombies in his hands into two parts. Mariana and Leopard Woman, who were not willing to fight against the Demon Mistress, took half of the zombies to guard the prisoners, ships, and ports.

The other half followed him to the city gate on the land, and together with Valkia, they attacked the city gate, broke through the city defenses, and welcomed the more than 200 Khorne pirates into the city.

The Slaanesh pirates didn't have much defense at the main gate. They relied on the solid city defense facilities and fought fiercely with two hundred Khorne pirates. They were struggling and had reached their limit. At this moment, more than fifty zombies of Aenarion appeared behind them like a nightmare, and attacked with arquebuses and lead-spraying cannons at night.

In an instant, countless bullets and iron sand hit the Slaanesh pirates, causing their flesh and blood to fly and their limbs to scatter. The fierce attack became the last straw that broke the camel's back. The main gate only lasted for a few minutes before it was declared defeated. All the Slaanesh pirates responsible for the defense, and the temporarily recruited and captured conscripts were slaughtered completely.

Aenarion left Artemisia, who was also reluctant to fight the Demon Admiral head-on, and more than fifty zombies here to guard the door to prevent the demon from escaping from the main gate. Then, together with Valkia and more than two hundred Khorne pirates, they charged towards the Governor's Mansion.

Very good, so far, everything is going as planned. As long as I defeat the God of Slaanesh and use the method taught by Alleri to seal the demon's soul, twisted consciousness, and emotions into my own body, I will have completed the first step in advancing to the profession of [Demon Hunter].

Alleri sealed a green meat mountain with moth wings and antlers, so after the demon transformed, it possessed the characteristics of antlers and moth wings. If he sealed this six-armed god-like Slaanesh, would he be able to grow a few more arms?

Chapter 108: A Feast of Joy

Aenarion, along with Astariel, Valkia, and Miriel, and more than two hundred Khorne pirates, ran forward quickly and arrived at the Governor's Mansion a few minutes later. However, what came into view was a horrifying scene like a chaotic hell.

More than one hundred soldiers under Alleri were immersed in a layer of light pink mist, and almost all of them fell into madness. The neat army formation was in chaos. Some people were pierced through the heart by the spears of friendly forces from behind. The bloody remains looked like a flag made of flesh and blood, hanging on the spear shaft and fluttering in the wind.

Some soldiers were hacked to pieces by the sharp swords of their comrades behind them, and the broken limbs and remains, which were constantly spurting blood, covered the scarlet and terrifying battlefield.

The powerful Pegasus Knight had already been killed in the battle. The Pegasus, which represented nobility and purity, neighed madly. The fire of Slaanesh burned its elegant angelic wings. The white feathers were burned into black ash by the magic fire, and then its white body was polluted into the black color of chaos. Beams of pink flames burned in its mane, tail, hooves, and eyes, turning the Pegasus into a nightmare of Slaanesh on the spot.

Its rider, lying breathless in a pool of blood, his sturdy chain mail and soft flesh were melted and mixed together by the flames of Slaanesh, like a pot of metal broth. The newborn nightmare opened its mouth wide and swallowed mouthfuls of the flesh and blood of its former master that was burnt by the flames.

The other nineteen knights had their eyes gouged out and their ears cut off. Wet, soft, two-meter-long Slaanesh tentacles emerged from their eye sockets, nostrils, lips, and ears, and danced wildly in the air. They had now gone completely crazy!

They formed a big circle and besieged the nine nuns. The tentacles of Slaanesh tore their conservative black skirts and kneaded their sexy breasts. One nun was even stripped of all her clothes by the tentacles of Slaanesh. Her naked white body was tied up in a horse-legged position and thrown onto the pile of corpses in the blood lake. Two tentacles coiled and kneaded two soft mountains, and three tentacles were deeply inserted into their three pink little mouths. The nun was choked and her eyes doubled. Her body twitched and she was almost fainted by the torture from her brothers.

Several nuns wailed miserably, trying to awaken the 19 brothers' sanity, but those voices were like aphrodisiac poison, causing the mad knights to increase their attack speed and ravage them even more vigorously. !

On this battlefield filled with blood and flesh, there were still more than 60 remaining Catholics shouting "Fight for God!!!"

They raised their swords and shields and slashed at their comrades, their faces full of hatred and madness. Their eyes burned with hatred and anger, and their mouths and noses spewed out blasphemous sweet pink smoke, as if in their eyes, the companions who once fought side by side with them had become mortal enemies.

Aenarion looked at the hellish battlefield in disbelief, but he had not counted on the hundreds of soldiers surrounding the Governor's Mansion, plus the demon hunter Allari, and the twenty-nine Crusaders.

They were all defeated by the lustful demon God.

"despair--"

In the center of this battlefield of flesh and blood, the six-armed demon got rid of the disguise of mortal flesh and blood, and once again displayed his demon form, like a beautiful yet blasphemous statue of flesh and blood, dominating the battlefield surrounded by balls of pink hellfire.

Six jade-white female arms slowly stretched out from the shoulders, like a six-petal lily quietly blooming, but at the end of each slender and well-proportioned arm was a crab-like claw covered with serrations and barbs, and shaped like six sharp knives.

A poisonous python covered with pink scales crawled out from the plump and tender buttocks of the God-Lord Devil, like a peach, and like a pink lightning, it instantly tore through dozens of meters of sky, bit Allari's neck tightly, and lifted her tall body in front of the demon. At this moment, Allari was foaming at the mouth, shaking all over, and her hands fell weakly, and even the scythe of death fell powerlessly into the dust.

"Is this the power you gained after giving everything you have?"

The God-like Lust Demon raised his two arms and lovingly stroked her antlers, which were wrapped around branches and dripping with thousands of blood-stained branches.

"Damn it, damn devil...ah!"

Under a series of blows, Alleli almost lost the strength to speak. Her weak words suddenly turned into a miserable scream!

The two claws of the God-Devil of Lust clamped the pair of lush antlers on her head, and twisted them to both sides, breaking them in two with a crisp sound!

The Godly Devil enjoyed Alleli's painful face and miserable wails. She showed a crazy smile and inserted two broken antlers of the demon deer, which were entangled with broken blood vessels, into her eyes!

In an instant, countless green demon blood splashed in all directions.

"Too weak, too pathetic, um~ You smell more like a demon, why don't you become my doe, I will grant you more favor and more powerful power than the demon hunter."

The God-Lord Lust Demon listened to Alleli's screams and closed his eyes in enjoyment. His other four arms, four devil claws, grabbed the poisonous powder-scale wings behind her back. With a creepy sound of breaking, he tore and pulled the four moth wings off her back one by one.

Four colorful blood-stained moth wings, like four withered leaves, fell powerlessly into the dust amid Alleli's painful screams. Her face and beautiful back were bloody from the demon's torture. A large amount of green blood flowed powerlessly down her slender body.

"Hmm? We have guests coming."

The poisonous snake tail of the God-Lord Lust bit Allari's neck and swung it violently, using her as a human shield to block in front of him. At this moment, Inarion's bullet arrived late and pierced Allari's left shoulder with a sharp sound, without hurting the demon at all.

However, the gaze of the God-Lord Satyr was not on Aenarion, but on Valkia with a serious expression. At this moment, the two-meter-six-meter-tall Viking girl had entered a violent state, transforming into a fourteen-meter-tall female giant. The houses of Evia were dwarfed by her huge body.

In this form, her strength, which was already 20 points, was violently amplified by +4, and then by giantization by +8, now it has reached 32, comparable to a mammoth or a dragon.

And this is not the most exaggerated thing. With the same mass, a fist as big as a sandbag and a fist as big as a carriage, the latter will definitely hurt more. Her giant claws strengthened by dragon blood increase the damage even more. She leans down and smashes the ground, and the wind pressure alone is enough to make people unable to open their eyes!