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Mariana and Leopard Woman, two leopards, each received a [+2 Heavy Punch Amulet]. The effect is simple and crude. When making melee attacks with bare hands or natural weapons, the hit rate is +2 and the damage is +2. It continues to enhance her sneak attack after transforming into a leopard and her combat ability with the leopard claw.

Although I can't change and synchronize Nidalee's level and profession, it doesn't matter. Nidalee's strength, agility and output are even higher than Mariana, second only to the giant Valkia.

I have asked Mariana to teach Nidalee how to learn the monk's rapid combo and the thief's stealth sneak attack in leopard form based on her knowledge. With more time, there will be two thieves in my team who can do monk combo, sneak attack and stealth. Moreover, in leopard form, the single physical output can kill a squishy mage in seconds - well, in this way, can it be said that these two leopards who have combined a lot of professions are cat druids?

The little nun Miriel didn't expect that she would have a share in the spoils this time. She hesitated for a long time and finally chose a mystic healing ring inlaid with three golden crosses. The effect was similar to Aenarion's Secret Fire Ring, but the Secret Fire Ring increased the caster's level by 1 when casting fire spells, and the power of fire spells could be increased three times a day.

As for the Secret Healing Ring, when casting a healing spell, the caster's level is increased by 1. The healing spell effect can be improved three times a day.

After everyone was armed, they quickly returned to the cabin. At this moment, the terrifyingly huge Spirit of Vengeance had not left the port yet, so there was still time! As long as Khayon didn't tell the other Janissaries about Astariel, as long as this matter didn't get to the Sultan, as long as the Sultan didn't order Astariel to be a traitor and arrest her immediate family members, everything would still be in time!

At Aenarion's command, a large number of zombies controlled the sails and anchors, Artemisia turned the rudder, and under the control of everyone, the Ulthuan slowly left the port and, accompanied by the surging waves of the Aegean Sea, headed quickly towards Izmir. It was the fourth time for it to go to the largest port city in Asia Minor, preparing to rescue Astariel's mother from the corrupt royal family of the Eastern Roman Empire: Angelos.

"By the way, what's your mother's name? Does she have a professional rank? What are your plans after you rescue her? Let her live on the ship? There are still dozens of vacant rooms in the ship's upper deck. If your mother is willing, it's fine for her to live here."

During the long journey, Aenarion practiced his six newly acquired swords of change according to the Death Knight's tactics, while obtaining more information from Astariel.

"My mother's name is Anjie White. She is a commoner with no job. In order to maintain the purity of the family bloodline and ensure that the powerful warlock bloodline can continue normally, my father originally wanted to marry his own sister. But I don't know what happened. He insisted on marrying my mother and even threatened to sever ties with the family, forcing my grandfather to agree.

Fortunately, my brother and I awakened the warlock bloodline of the Anglos family early on and were gifted. Otherwise, we and our mother would have been kicked out of the house the moment our father died in battle."

Astariel said worriedly.

"There shouldn't be any strong guards at home. The strongest ones are retired veterans who are so old that they have to use crutches. Even if they are of high rank, their physical attributes have declined greatly. My uncles and aunts are basically busy with their own affairs in the XIII Legion: Ultramarines. Izmir is not a war front, so there is no need to place too many guards at home.

If everything goes well, we can just use the excuse of going shopping to take our mother out, and there won’t even be any conflict.”

Chapter 119: Punishing the Devil (3rd update!!!)

Rhodes is only 249 kilometers away from Izmir. It is now May and approaching June. With the arrival of summer, the Mediterranean wind is getting weaker and weaker. It is expected to take three days to travel from Rhodes to Izmir.

It will take a few more days to arrive.

Aenarion was also busy, using three days to cram for the exam, using the Blade of Change to practice spear and sword skills.

As long as it is not in complex terrain like a forest, this five-meter-long spear can gain a great advantage in open areas and narrow alleys due to its length advantage, and it is difficult for the Leopard Woman to get close.

The five-meter-long spear was raised to the sky, and when it was smashed forward, it could even dent the iron armor with the torque and centrifugal force. During a sparring match, I smashed it with all my strength and even destroyed the deck, which took the zombies a long time to repair. When you really reach the complex terrain like the forest, you can also pull out the spare long sword and use it as a secondary weapon to fight.

After the demon transformation, he can use his original arms, two right arms, and two left arms to each grab a five-meter-long spear, which can increase his attack frequency by three times.

As for his swordsmanship... according to Artemisia, it was just at the level of an ordinary Slaanesh pirate. It was only barely acceptable after he transformed into a demon, with six arms holding six swords, increasing his attack frequency sixfold.

If a fight really comes to a head, it's better to use a big gun and use your height, arm span, and weapon length to bully others. It can be considered a quick way to fight in close combat.

During these three nights, Aenarion spent several hours every night draining the demon cauldron in his heart, drawing yin to replenish yang and obtaining more chaotic magic. Through these three days of exploration, he gradually discovered that the chains and spears in this world in his heart were constructed completely according to his own will, and could be artificially changed, manipulated, and even controlled in size.

He originally thought that the God-Lord Devil had helped him deal with Mirielle in order to reconcile, but that might actually be her bad taste and dissatisfaction with God's believers. The demon had no intention of reconciliation at all, and he ejaculated before the demon reached climax without noticing.

Inarion pulled out the marble pillar with cold sweat, watching his white cream oozing out from the demon's tender and moist petals, dripping all over the plump girl's buttocks.

Only by maintaining the union and not releasing one's energy, allowing the other person to climax and release their energy, can one obtain the chaos magic power.

However, he had just accidentally released his lust in this Slaanesh cauldron, and the other party had not released her lust, so she instantly sucked away half of her life and mana! If he didn't play it right, this demon cauldron would suck someone to death.

Aenarion was a little annoyed at his failure in obtaining chaos magic, and felt that he had taken too good care of the demon, so he found Mariana and Artemisia and learned some of the torturer's prison methods.

Aenarion closed his eyes and slightly modified the pattern of the chains. The six pink and tender arms of the God-Lord Lust Demon were folded inwards and tightly bound by psychic chains. He could only use his six delicate elbows to rub the ground to move.

Her long and slender legs were also folded in half and tied tightly with iron chains. Her two pink knees touched the ground. She looked like a Slaanesh foal with eight legs, wriggling in the bloody and empty space with her elbows and knees. Her plump buttocks were raised high, swaying in sexy arcs towards the sky. Her well-shaped breasts drooped to the ground. The red and tender grapes with nipple rings rubbed against the ground as she crawled seductively, and gradually became hard and engorged with blood.

Aenarion used his will to construct a pitch-black iron rod, forcing the God-Succubus to open her sexy little mouth and bite it. A series of pitch-black leather belts were pressed tightly against her charming face, wrapped around her slender neck, and firmly fixed the iron rod between her red lips. Two more leather belts extended backwards, forming a bit and reins specially designed for human faces. Aenarion admired her bound charming face as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Finally, a thin iron chain was welded together with the two golden nipple rings on the top of her snow-capped peaks. There was a stirrup at each end of the chain to place the feet. A silver iron chain was even passed through her back door as a horsetail, completely turning her into a lustful pony.

If it was someone else, Aenarion would still feel sorry for her, but when dealing with this demon who had lived for who knows how many years, tortured and killed countless mortals, and even sucked himself to death, no matter how cruelly she treated him, he would not feel any mercy. Perhaps there were mortals who had suffered even more miserable treatment at her hands.

Aenarion turned over and rode on her tender waist. He pulled the reins with his left hand, forcing the beautiful head of the lustful demon to turn in the direction of the swing of the reins. He put his feet on the stirrups and swayed slightly. The force went along the silver chain and the golden nipple rings, making the pair of pink pendulum breasts tremble wildly. He stepped hard and pulled the blood-pumping breasts with his feet, changing the direction at will.

Aenarion clamped his legs together to hold her flexible waist, and his feet and stirrups kept hitting her soft and full breasts, forcing her to crawl, walk, or even run and gallop on her elbows and knees in this endless space. If she didn't run fast enough, Aenarion would wave the whip, whipping her round buttocks and smooth back, leaving brutal scarlet whip marks on her tender and delicate flesh, but because of her strong self-healing ability, they healed quickly.

"Ha~ha~"

The once high and mighty God-like demon was now being treated like a beast. She was not angry, but her face flushed at such a lowly humiliation. She was really like a horse, carrying Aenarion through space, with her two-meter-four-meter-tall body pierced by countless iron chains.

She trembled crazily, causing the spiritual energy chains to shake crazily. If you look closely, her pink skin turned into a more charming, deep peach red, exactly the same color as the Red Hare.

Her enchanting skin secreted drops of crystal sweat, which stuck the messy silver hair to her delicate and sexy ice-like body.

"Please, stop playing, come in, come in, please, please!"

Aenarion paid no attention to her psychic pleas and continued to tease the divine lust demon under his crotch until she was exhausted and collapsed to the ground like water. While gasping for breath, he continued to attack the sensitive points of her body.

Finally, Aenarion tortured her mind and body to the limit, and only at the demon's request did he squeeze the marble pillar into her muddy cave. The hot and thick marble pillar hit her delicate heart and broke through the last layer of defense of her uterus. The God-like lust demon, who had long been played crazy, instantly reached ecstasy and ejaculated. Not to mention the vaginal fluid filled with the power of Slaanesh, even urine was produced.

Well, every time she climaxes and ejaculates when I penetrate her, I can gain 10 points of chaos magic, and 1 point of magic can maintain the demon form for one minute.

Excluding the 5 points of magic power consumed during training in order to adapt to the six-arm form for combat, he now has 15 points of chaos magic power, which allows him to transform for fifteen minutes, which should be enough.

After Aenarion extracted the magic power from the cauldron, he opened his eyes and left the demon's cage. The time flow in his conscious world was the same as that in the outside world, and his mental fatigue and excitement were the same. However, he had no time to vent the desires aroused by the God-like Lust Demon.

All the crew members could already see the rolling mountains and jagged coastline of Asia Minor, a huge and magnificent city standing on the golden beach, the green palm groves and the red and gray brick and stone walls complementing each other, and countless white churches and temples, which looked particularly holy and dazzling among the rows of houses. Tall minarets reached the sky.

In the cool sea breeze, the blue surface of the Aegean Sea ripples slightly, and waves beat against the long seawall. Fish such as the phoenix tail and silver arrow frequently jump out of the water. Flocks of seagulls fly among the blue waves. We have arrived at Izmir, the largest port city on the Anatolian Peninsula.

Chapter 120: Young Drow Woman

The group hastily made some disguises and landed on Izmir soil for the fourth time.

Aenarion was already a wanted criminal of the Ottomans, but he was not afraid at all. He just took off the Helmet of Helios and replaced it with a hood. It's funny that the Ottomans had never seen their own faces. The portrait on the wanted poster was the Helmet of Helios. You are arresting that helmet. What does it have to do with me, Aenarion?

Passing through the busy streets and densely packed communities, the six people, led by Astariel, arrived at the wealthy area of ​​​​Izmir. It is located halfway up a high mountain, sandwiched between two streams. The streets and courtyards are lined with palm trees. Three-story white mansions and luxurious courtyards covering hundreds of square meters are all covered under the shade of the trees. Although far away from the sea, you can overlook the sea and the entire Izmir from here.

The most luxurious one among the many mansions is the Governor's Mansion in Izmir, which belongs to the Ottoman prince, Manisa and the Governor of Izmir: Mehmed.

The security here is tight, and the level of protection is obviously not the same as that of ports and ordinary residential areas. Teams of extreme warriors wearing silver plate chain armor and blue felt coats patrol with shields and scimitars.

At this moment, Astariel changed into the Janissary uniform that she wore when the two first met. She wore a lot of jewelry decorations on her earlobes, neck, and wrists. Then she put on a white felt hat with a rabbit fur edge. Strands of jewels and bone pendants were strung across her quiet profile. Her fair face was covered with a piece of transparent gauze, half covering her beautiful face.

With her hands behind her back and her head held high, Astariel took the steps of the Janissary military training, looking as if she were a Janissary of high status and wealth who was on vacation. Aenarion and others, wearing Turkic fur clothes and hats, pretended to be her servants and followed carefully behind her.

This dress deceived most people. Astarielle was a real Janissary, and a member of the Angros royal family. Her dress and gait did not reveal any flaws. The Janissary patrol troops passing by saw her posture and did not bother to come up and say hello - if she was a real thief, how could she be so ostentatious.

The mansion of the Angelos family was very large and luxurious. The outer yard alone could accommodate several caravels. A three-meter-high red brick wall covered more than ten thousand square meters of land. Countless servants were arranging the various exotic flowers and trees planted in the courtyard. The faint fragrance penetrated the red brick wall and penetrated into Aenarion's nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The magnificent marble buildings and the splendid golden domes reached the sky. The size of this mansion was second only to the Governor's Mansion in Izmir, and the distance was very close. It was not known whether it was for trust or surveillance. At the door, there was a dark elf team stationed for defense. All nine of them were level four warriors. The leader was a level five Anglos, who had the dual professions of warlock and warrior. The ten men were armed to the teeth with solid armor and a full set of shining

All the magical equipment with green and blue halos were worn on their bodies.

"I thought the Ulthuan was big enough, but it's nothing compared to your mansion. Are the Janissaries only gatekeepers?"

Aenarion looked at the huge mansion in front of him, felt his own insignificance, and said with great envy.

"It's useless no matter how big it is. I only have a small room in such a big house. Besides, the people of the Angelos family are always scheming against each other because of the Tzeentch bloodline. I can't trust anyone except my brother and mother. It's better to be on your ship. Although it's a little small, everyone is very friendly. At least no one will go to great lengths to deceive me."

Astariel frowned.

"The next part is the most troublesome. The news that I was captured by you must have been reported back home. I can deceive the Janissaries patrolling the upper district, but I can't deceive the guards and get into the house."

"Is there a back door? Or disguised as a servant?"

Aenarion suggested.

"It's useless. These red walls have strong magical defense measures. No matter if you are invisible or fly over them, you will be discovered and quickly attracted pursuers. The only way now is for me to reveal my true identity and tell the watchdogs that I have escaped from the clutches and prison of the Christians, got rid of my captive status, and with your help, I fled back home as soon as possible. I must tell the clan leader and mother about it immediately. This way, I will definitely be able to pass these watchdogs.

Then, I told my mother about my escape, left the mansion, and quickly returned to the legion to report. My mother was worried about me, so she came with me. It was very reasonable for me to wait outside the Governor's Mansion - as long as we got my mother out of the mansion, we would run away immediately, and they wouldn't be able to react! We would definitely be able to escape!

Even if the Sultan is furious, at most he will punish the family with some money and lose half of their positions. My uncles and aunts will not be executed. The Sultan still counts on the two-headed eagles of Anglos to fight for him. At most, he will remove me from the family and the legion. "

Astariel said indifferently that after she left her family and witnessed everything about the lower class of the Ottoman Empire with her own eyes, and personally burst all the bubbles woven for her by her superiors, teachers, and family, Astariel's loyalty to the family, legion, and empire faded a lot.

"So, are we going to escape from the port of Izmir again?"

Aenarion felt a little helpless, but after thinking about it carefully, this seemed to be the simplest method. It was definitely easier than fighting against the good brother duo of Kayon and Abaddon.

The five men pretended to be Astariel's servants and slowly walked towards Angelos's mansion. On the gold-painted gate was engraved a blue double-headed eagle.

"Stop! Who is it!"

Seeing the six people approaching here, Angelos' slave soldiers quickly came over, and then they saw a very familiar face.

"It's me, the 199th Janissary Legion: the Ultramarines; the deputy captain of the th Company: Estariel Angelos! I have successfully escaped from the slavery of the Christians and escaped from their prison."

As soon as Astariel opened her mouth, she used her official position to put pressure on others.

"I want to go home to see my mother and see if she is okay. Then I will quickly return to the legion to report to Roboute Guilliman Pasha. These people behind me are some friends I met in prison. They are all warriors of Allah and can be trusted. Open the door!"

The ten guard dogs were shocked when they saw Astariel's face. Wasn't she captured and missing a few months ago? How did she suddenly come back?

However, Astariel had risen to the rank of deputy company commander in the Janissary, and her brother was even a company commander, a childhood friend of Governor Muhammad. They could not afford to offend an Angelos of this level.

"I'm going to go see my mother first to reassure her. She must have been crying after not hearing from her for a few months. You guys, inform the clan leader for me. After I see my mother, I have to go back to the military camp first and then visit him."

Seeing the gate wide open, Astariel and her group hurried into the luxurious courtyard of the Angelos family. After passing through the corridors with exotic flowers and stones on both sides, they arrived at a white dome-shaped tower in a remote location. The six people entered under the surprised gazes of many servants and slaves.

"Everyone, get out! I have something important to tell Mother!"

Astariel anxiously drove away the servants and walked into the hall.

And Aenarion's gaze fell on her mother - who turned out to be a drow elf.

Both the High Elves and the rebellious Dark Elves are actually a subspecies, with tall stature, slender ears, and fair skin. The only difference is that the Dark Elves have become Turkicized, and their behavioral habits, daily dress, and religious beliefs are very different from the mainstream, so they are forcibly divided into the categories of High Elves and Dark Elves.

The drow living in Egypt are another subspecies of elves. Their biggest characteristic is the color of their skin. Perhaps due to excessive hybridization, some drow have mysterious dark black or light gray skin, some have passionate chocolate or dark brown skin, and there is another type, which is the mother of Astariel in front of her, whose skin is gorgeous violet.

Aenarion gazed at the beautiful woman before him and understood why Astariel's father would rather go against the entire family and marry her.

Angie White in a skimpy dress

She was wearing a see-through white nightgown and lazily lying on a velvet-covered bench, taking an afternoon nap.

That gentle and delicate face looked exactly like Astarielle's, even wearing the same gold-rimmed glasses. Her face was equally young, and you couldn't tell at all that she was a widow whose children were as old as herself. However, her skin was a gorgeous and enchanting violet, making her look even more exotic. Her rosy lips, delicate eyebrows, and mature charm that Astarielle didn't have, made her look even more elegant and intellectual.

Her voluptuous violet body was as turbulent as Astariel's, with soft, dark flesh and alluring curves faintly visible under the nearly transparent satin. The narrow nightgown could only cover half of her ripe peach-like buttocks, leaving everything that should and should not be exposed visible.

Two beautiful legs tightly wrapped in white silk were stacked together. The thin white silk outlined her slender and round legs in a series of moving curves, and the purple ribbons were deeply tied into the tender flesh of her thighs and waist, fixing the stockings so that they would not fall off. In addition, the underwear made of thin ropes and thin cloth, which was directly tied into the plump buttocks, made this beautiful woman who was taking a nap look even more unbearable.

There is a huge gap between her mature and plump sexy body and her elegant, intellectual and quiet face, but the two completely different temperaments are almost perfectly integrated in her.

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Chapter 121: Questioning the Soul

The noisy sound woke up the beautiful woman in front of him. She slightly opened her beautiful eyes painted with rose-red eyeshadow and saw her daughter whom she had not seen for a long time.

"Ai, Estariel?!"

Angel stood up from the chair incredibly, her big breasts and hips trembling in waves of eroticism. The thin white nightgown did not have any effect of covering her body, but instead made her look even sexier and more lascivious. Her two crystal grapes and the well-cut white forest were clearly visible through the transparent white silk.

She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, and rushed to the door with her bare white silk feet. Her slender hands, trembling, held up Astariel's fair face. Her ten crystal round toes and slender jade fingers were all painted with the same rose-red color as her lipstick and eye shadow, which set off her violet skin, making her look even more beautiful and charming.

"You, you were captured by a group of robbers in front of your brother, weren't you? Mom has been looking for you for a long time! The scouts of the Angelos family and the Ultramarines Legion have all been dispatched! Your brother was so guilty that he couldn't sleep for a long time! We searched the entire Mediterranean, but found no trace of you.

Those damned robbers didn't send any ransom requests. I thought you were sold to the Christian world as a slave, humiliated every night in a brothel, or became a ship prostitute on a Venetian merchant ship for people to vent their desires, or bought by a human noble whose lifespan is as short as that of an insect, imprisoned in a dark and strange castle, and made into a plaything for the elves to live forever!"

Anjie's voice became more and more excited, even trembling, and she sobbed and hugged Estalier in her arms, leaving a few tears of excitement.

"Mom, can you expect something good from me? How could you curse your own daughter like that? I'm fine! It just took me some effort to escape back to Izmir."

Astarielle's face turned red due to her mother's obscene words. She broke away from her mother's arms with a pout, drove away all the servants, closed every door and window, and made sure that no one was eavesdropping before she hugged her mother again.

"Things are complicated, I can't tell you too much detail, anyway, your situation in the Ottoman Empire is very dangerous! Please put all important things into the dimensional belt immediately and prepare to escape.

I will pretend to go back to the Thirteenth Legion to report and leave the mansion. You will pretend to be worried about me and come out with me. After we leave the mansion, we will not go to the legion base, but immediately return to the port of Izmir, leave Izmir, leave Anglos, and leave the Ottoman Empire, okay?"

Astariel spoke anxiously of the night raid, group six; nine four ⑨③'⑥ one' three five.

"If you have any difficulties, just tell me. I've been married to you for so many years, and I have some connections and savings. Just tell me clearly, and I can help you solve it."

Angel White's face darkened and she patiently held Estariel's shoulders.

"This is a big deal, you can't handle it!"

Astariel scratched her hair anxiously, looked around vigilantly again, and after making sure that there was no one around, she spoke in a low voice.

"After getting rid of my brother's pursuit, the robbers decided to let me go. However, as a deputy captain, I was captured in my first battle. It would be a shame for the Angelos family if I went back like this. They are kind and good fighters, stronger than ordinary Janissaries. I wanted to persuade them to come back and serve the empire, so I traveled with them for a while.

But not long ago, there was a little accident. We attacked a group of disguised

They are a slave trading group, but they are actually the 15th Legion, the Janissaries of the Thousand Sons! And I have blown my cover!

Now in Iskandar Kayan's eyes, I am a traitor who was recorded as [captured and missing], but followed a group of pirates to attack the Janissaries! I also caused him to be imprisoned in the prison of the Knights of Christ. He was rescued by Abaddon of the 16th Legion through a hostage exchange three days ago.

I have no way to defend myself now. If he tells the Sultan everything, not only me, but also my immediate family members will be in trouble. My brother has been playing with Prince Muhammad since he was a child, so at most he will be demoted. However, you, who have no one to rely on, will definitely be killed as a warning to others! The only way now is to rebel against the Ottoman Empire!"

Angel White listened quietly to her daughter's words, while her eyes fell on the five people behind her. At this moment, Aenarion took off his phoenix helmet and golden mask, and only wore a hood. Although his face could not be seen clearly, one could still feel that he was extraordinary. The other people also vaguely followed him.