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[Leopard Form]: Strength +8, Agility +6, Constitution +4.

[Mark of Slaanesh: Chaos' Embrace]: Agility +2, Charisma +2.

[Mark of Slaanesh: Masochism]: Whenever you take damage, your Strength increases by 6 for 2 seconds, stacking up to six times.

Aenarion sucked in a breath of cold air. This beast form was a bit terrifying. Strength +8, Agility +6, Constitution +4? Strength directly soared to 24? The strength of an ordinary person is only 10 points, and the strongest among humans has a strength of 20 at most.

24 strength, this is beyond the scope of human beings.

The true strength of this Bulgarian female leopard was like a mountain pressing down on Inarion's heart, making him breathless and the confidence he had just gained from the upgrade vanished.

"Woo--Woo--"

At this moment, two powerful and loud trumpet sounds came from afar, attracting the attention of all pirates.

"Two trombones, meaning retreat? We are about to win, why should we retreat?"

Mariana retracted her cloak, turned back into human form, and quickly stood up from the ground. The two huge soft lumps on her chest once again held up the purple robe high, and with her large movements, she shook out erotic ripples.

She looked in the direction where the horn sound came from and found several dark shadows appearing on the horizon again. Looking closely, she found that they were a Galleon and four Arab sailing ships. All five ships were flying the Venetian golden winged lion flag.

Venetian reinforcements are coming!

Faced with a fully armed galley and four escorting sailing ships, the Killer War Gang, which had six 15-meter-class sailing ships and more than 300 pirates, dared to take a gamble and launched an attack from the front.

However, faced with two fully armed galleys and eight escort sailing ships of the same model as their own, these pirates simply chose to retreat. Even if they could defeat such a tough nut to crack, they would suffer heavy losses and become extremely weak for a long time. There was no need for that, really no need.

"Blow the retreat horn and evacuate with the admiral's flagship, Artemisia! Cut off the weapons the Venetians used to secure the two ships.

The hook of the ship!

Mariana's heart sank, and she reluctantly issued the order to retreat. The bugler of Caesar's Pride also blew two trombones, ordering everyone to run away.

Artemisia nodded. In the face of external enemies, she still obeyed the captain's orders. She first ordered the three captives controlled by the Mark of Slaanesh to drop their weapons and expose their throats. The flesh and blood sword transformed into her right hand easily cut their throats. Through the killing brought by this Soul-Thirsty Claw, she recovered some life, magicka, holy healing points, and most importantly, the number of times she commanded creatures.

Then, she stretched out her left hand again, and three illusory pink chains whizzed out from the mark of Slaanesh, aimed at the three Venetians closest to the rope, and tied their necks.

Once tied by the dark pink chain, they immediately became Artemisia's slaves. Under her will, they turned around and cut off the hooks that fixed the two ships with swords. The two sailboats with different flags were no longer tied together. Several sailors saw the opportunity, turned the bows, set sail and sailed away, directly leaving the battlefield. The remaining dozen or so Venetians instantly became isolated soldiers on the deck of Caesar's Pride.

Several other Slaanesh galleys on the sea took similar actions, withdrawing from the battle one after another. The flagship of the six-armed demon fired at close range, smashing the oars on both sides of the Galleon, depriving the sea giant of its ability to move. It then threw several fires on the ship to attract the enemy's attention, and then hastily evacuated, fleeing the battlefield before the enemy's reinforcement fleet arrived.

This time, the four damaged sailing ships did not dare to chase, and the galley that remained intact had its oars powered and its hull was still on fire, temporarily losing its ability to pursue. The Venetians had no choice but to retaliate with a few artillery fire with extremely poor accuracy, and watched the pirates escape.

Chapter 13: Indragnir

The battle on the Pride of Caesar was over very quickly. The remaining Venetians were no match for these Slaanesh believers and were beaten back step by their bizarre Slaanesh blessings. The eight Bulgarians under the command of Captain Marinella turned into half-human, half-wolf hybrid monsters more than two meters tall. They were also wearing heavy armor and holding huge swords. They achieved an overwhelming victory over ordinary humans in terms of strength and agility.

The remaining soldiers did not dare to gather together and form a formation to fight the enemy. That damn Slaanesh Paladin could cause one of their companions to be captured by Slaanesh with just one move, and suddenly stab teammates in the back. They could not defeat the werewolves head-on, and their teammates were constantly corrupted by Slaanesh's minions and betrayed them behind their backs. This battle was simply impossible to fight!

The forty Venetians who boarded the ship fought fiercely with the fifty Slaanesh pirates. In the end, twenty of them were killed, twenty were injured and captured, while only ten crew members of Caesar's Pride were killed.

After leaving the battle, the admiral and five captains of the six ships clearly realized that something was wrong. This battle was not an accidental encounter on the sea. These Venetians were obviously well prepared. The captains and vice captains of the five ships all arrived at the admiral's flagship, preparing to hold an emergency meeting to exchange information they had obtained.

First, the Venetians were all cursing, "How dare you rob our ship yesterday?"

Secondly, they were yelling, "Where is Indragnir?"

These two sentences can reveal a lot of information. One is that they did rob a Venetian galley yesterday and obtained a lot of goods and slaves, including treasures that the Venetians valued very much. The other is that there were things like magic beacons in the spoils, which exposed the position of the entire fleet. Otherwise, these Venetians would not have been able to accurately locate their position on the vast sea the next day.

And that beacon is most likely "Indrognir".

So the question is, what exactly is Indrognir?

"Tonight's patrol and reconnaissance forces will be doubled. Everyone should be alert. The Venetians know our location and may attack again at any time."

After thinking for a while, a little girl who was still childish sat gracefully on the admiral's throne and gave instructions in a baby voice.

She was wearing a dress woven with black silk. Her youthful and delicate body and skin as smooth as white jade were faintly visible under the black gauze. Her long purple hair was combed into a playful pair of ponytails, and she looked like a delicate jade doll.

Two dazzlingly white legs poked out from the hem of a skirt woven of black gauze, tapping their feet on the chair. Her slender little hands leisurely prepared a pot of tea bought from the Silk Road.

She is the new skin of the Godly Devil.

"Interrogate the Venetians captured today, torture every slave added yesterday, and check all the goods that came into the warehouse. Find the beacon that gave away our location, and find Indragnir that the Venetians mentioned."

"As you command, Admiral."

The ten captains and the deputy captains knelt in awe at the feet of the little girl, then dispersed and went about their own business. Artemisia was the fastest, jogging all the way back to the Pride of Caesar via the boat, and almost immediately rushed back to her room.

"Aenarion, do you know what Indrognir is?"

"I don't know. The two Venetians asked me about it, but I know nothing about it."

Aenarion shook his head.

"The two Venetians who broke into your room knew what Indragnir was.

But they wanted to kill me. You saw my belongings. I only had a purse on me. Whatever Indrognir is, it has nothing to do with me."

Artemisia thought about it and it seemed so, then she breathed a sigh of relief. Very good, Aenarion had nothing to do with Indragnir, so he was still hers.

"You should rest first. Spellcasters need enough sleep and rest to recover the consumed mana. The admiral has assigned a lot of tasks, so I'll go get busy now."

Artemisia hurried out of the room and checked with the Bulgarian captain the slaves and goods that had been put into the warehouse yesterday to see if there was anything unusual. At the same time, she asked the captured Venetian soldiers what this Indrognir was.

The Slaanesh pirates were busy until dark but gained nothing. Surprisingly, not a single Venetian knew what Indragnir was. They said that their mission was to kill all the Slaanesh pirates, and finding Indragnir was the task of some elite professionals.

As for those elite professionals, including the second-level mage and second-level warrior killed by Aenarion, they either died or escaped, and none of them were captured.

The current situation is a bit puzzling.

"Someone must be lying, Artemisia. Use your invincible command creatures to think of a way to dominate and enslave these captives and dig out the deepest secrets in their hearts. I'll find some slaves who are about to die for you to kill and use to restore the consumption of your command creatures."

Captain Mariana rubbed her temples with a headache. Staying in the narrow and dark cabin made the beastman feel uncomfortable all over.

Damn it, at this time I should be in the cabin, making love with my pet and enjoying a wonderful night life, but now, I am interrogating these humble bugs in the cold and narrow cabin?

"Okay, leave it to me. By the way, where's your Leopard Girl?"

Artemisia also wanted to go back to bed and make love with Aenarion to end this overtime work quickly, but what made her curious was that the female leopard who was inseparable from the captain was missing.

"She is injured and is now lying in the room receiving treatment from the ship's doctor. Why, sister, do you also want to have sex with my pet? I don't mind wife swapping."

Mariana gave a charming smile.

“I am a normal person.”

Artemisia snorted coldly and didn't say anything seeing that the other party looked normal. But when she thought about it carefully, she realized that after the battle, the Leopard Girl was indeed carried back on a stretcher and had been tried. She had lost too much blood and her face was as pale as paper. She didn't know where the animal with abnormal recovery ability was injured, and it was so serious.

Artemisia rubbed her tired eyes and began to enslave, capturing the slaves' minds and digging out the deepest secrets in their sea of ​​memory.

Mariana's mature and beautiful face revealed an imperceptible smile. Looking at the sky, it was already late at night. Except for a few soldiers on night patrol, the other crew members had fallen into a deep sleep. It was a good time to take action!

Although the first rule of the admiral's ship is to strictly prohibit private fighting among crew members, violators will have their hands tied, tied with ropes, thrown into the sea and towed by the ship for a day. Whether they can survive depends entirely on luck.

However, if I can control Artemisia's lover in this private fight, I can make her and her group of elves completely submit and obey, and thus completely control the Pride of Caesar!

Mariana's mind was calculating at the same time. A golden shadow was quietly crawling on the deck. She used her hands and feet to climb up the mast, leaving huge claw marks under the thick wooden pile. Soon, she climbed to the top with nimbleness. The bright moonlight outlined the elegant silhouette of a big golden cat in the darkness.

The "seriously injured" Nidalee stood intact on the mast, hidden in the night, and restored her human form from a leopard. Her slender cat pupils expanded to the maximum in the darkness, capturing all the light in the night, allowing her to see normally in the dark.

The spear in her hand was aimed at the damaged side of the ship, Artemisia's room.

Chapter 14: Javelin Throwing

Aenarion was not asleep at this moment. Under the dim candlelight, he flipped through the confiscated spellbook. Looking at the spells on it, he felt a little confused. It didn't make sense. When he cast the warlock's blood magic, it felt as simple as breathing. Why did this wizard write about casting a spell so complicated in the book? It felt like a long paragraph of political text, combined with chemical equations, physics and mathematical formulas. It made his head hurt.

The six captured Venetians were interrogated and sent back after it was found that there was no information they wanted in their brains. They were still cleaning the bloodstains in the room. These guys enslaved by Slaanesh were already very tired and exhausted, but they still worked overtime under Artemisia's orders and were responsible for protecting Aenarion.

There was no way. She didn't dare let her elven subordinates take on the duty of guarding. Letting a group of Slaanesh elements protect Aenarion, who possessed the beauty of an idea, was as ridiculous as asking a group of hungry hamsters to protect delicious nuts.

Aenarion threw his spellbook away, gave up the idea of ​​becoming a wizard, and lay down on the boat ready to sleep, thinking about how to defeat the captain quietly with the help of Artemisia and his own abilities.

But at this moment, the sound of the Venetians scrubbing the floor and walls suddenly disappeared.

It seemed as if the whole world was plunged into eternal silence.

Aenarion suddenly opened his eyes and realized that something was wrong. A Venetian prisoner seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He flew out and hit the wall behind him heavily without making a sound.

Aenarion looked back and saw that a two-meter-long spear engraved with runes had pierced the Venetian's abdomen. The huge impact force knocked his more than 70-kilogram body flying and nailed it firmly to the wall. The wooden spear handle was still shaking slightly in the air.

The next moment, the rune spear that pierced his body shattered into hundreds of emerald green leaves, which spun and danced in the air, and then dissipated and withered. The Venetian, who was no longer fixed by the spear, slid down the blood-stained wall helplessly, collapsed in a pool of scarlet blood, opened his mouth and let out a silent scream.

Before Aenarion could react, the Rune Spear attacked again from the darkness outside the wall, silently piercing the second Venetian, nailing him to the wall, and turning into fallen leaves and disappearing without a trace for the second time!

Nidalee stood on a tall mast, her beautiful eyes reflecting cold amber light in the darkness, like two bright stars, blending into the starry sky behind her. The rune spear, accompanied by flying green leaves, re-condensed into a solid entity in the palm of her right hand, and the sharp spear tip was aimed at her third prey.

Her bare feet were firmly placed on the bumpy mast. She rotated her ankles, waist, and wrists, mobilized all the muscles in her body, and threw the spear out again. The beast power of the beastman, combined with the kinetic energy generated by the falling objects from the sky, ruthlessly blasted through the wooden shield and shot through the head of the third Venetian!

Aenarion drew out the borrowed wand of identification and quickly cast an identification spell, reading the spear's properties before it turned into green leaves and dissipated for the third time.

[Rune Spear]: Magic Damage 2~9

(Enhancement +1): Additional +1 hit point, +1 damage.

(Return): After this weapon is thrown, it will immediately return to the user's hand.

A +1 magic weapon with a rebound enchantment. This thing looks very familiar. Isn't it the pet of the Bulgarian captain, the one that the Leopard Girl carries on her back? What does she want to do?

"Turn off all light sources! Find cover! Quick!"

Aenarion opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He had no choice but to blow out the candle he used for reading and hide behind the table, fearing that the leopard woman would target him next. The three remaining Venetians also became restless, relying on their master's orders to act automatically, throwing away their cleaning utensils, picking up halberds, raising shields, and protecting Aenarion.

However, the Rune Spear flew out from the darkness for the fourth time, piercing through the wooden shield with overwhelming force, and along with flying wood chips and debris, shot the fourth man into a bloody skewer. The spinning and dancing green leaves and the blood splattering all over the sky danced together into a feast of death.

The strong smell of blood once again filled Artemisia's room. Aenarion quickly loaded the musket with paper bullets, but did not know where to shoot. He was extremely panicked, fearing that he would be the next person to be shot. The damned Leopard Woman was hiding in the darkness, hunting indiscriminately with spears and reaping the lives of her own people. The Rune Spear shot through the wall for the fifth time, nailing the fifth Venetian to the deck!

Now, there are only two people in this room!

“2、3、5、7、11……”

Aenarion forced himself to count prime numbers and calm down. This spear definitely belonged to the leopard woman. He was not mistaken. These Bulgarian beastmen were no match for the elves like Artemisia.

However, Artemisia had said that the demon admiral strictly prohibited private fighting, and she could not violate the rules of the fleet just to kill a few Venetian slaves. These people were just random soldiers captured by the Slaanesh Paladins! They were of no value.

Wait, when the captain left, he said he wanted to buy me and embarrass Artemisia... This leopard girl is definitely coming for me! And she must be trying to capture me alive! No wonder she has been killing the soldiers and not aiming at me at all, just to cut off all the defense forces. Then come down and capture me alive.

After figuring out the other party's purpose, Aenarion breathed a sigh of relief. After the unknown mystery was revealed, his fear turned into murderous intent. He clenched the gun handle with both hands, staring at the darkness outside the wall, accompanied by a hint of purple light, and cast the prophecy spell he had just learned.

After a while, the Rune Spear was thrown again, accurately killing the last Venetian, and then turned into flying leaves and returned to the hands of the Leopard Woman. Now, Aenarion was the only one left in the room, and only eighteen seconds had passed since the Leopard Woman launched the attack.

Seeing that all of Artemisia's slaves were dead, the Leopard Girl turned into a golden leopard again and jumped down from the mast several meters high. The beast's elegant and agile body maintained perfect balance in the air, and its four black pads gently hit the wooden deck without making any sound.

She maintained her leopard form and walked silently into Artemisia's room with graceful cat steps. Her sturdy muscles covered with golden leopard skin stretched into elegant golden arcs under the moonlight. The outline of the big cat quietly emerged from the darkness and was reflected in Aenarion's pupils.

When Leopard Woman saw Einar

Ryan's body, covered in magic-forged silver-scale armor, was visibly stunned, and his beastly face revealed a human expression. He didn't expect that his target was actually a warlock.

When Aenarion saw the big golden cat, he wanted to say something, but the whole room was shrouded in silencing, and all sounds returned to the silence of nothingness. He suddenly raised his musket, ready to aim and shoot, but the leopard girl was faster, turning into a golden lightning and pounced on him!

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Chapter 15: Troubles within the family

Leopard Girl was sure of her success. Not to mention the Pride of Caesar, her strength was the highest in the entire fleet! In the beast form, her strength could even reach 28, which was far beyond that of humans and close to that of an Indian war elephant. Even Artemisia, the elf, would lose half her life if she didn't die in the face of her beast form, let alone her little lover?

And Aenarion also had enough confidence in her attack - in order to kill the six Venetians, she gave herself too much time to prepare. When the sixth Venetian died, she had already pulled the trigger, and the gunpowder tank cover suddenly popped up, exposing the gun barrel to the air, and she performed a [Preemptive Strike], which increased the hit rate of her next attack by a full 20 points.

Instantly, the dark picture in front of Aenarion shattered in his eyes and torn into two halves. His right eye saw the present, while his left eye saw the future. He knew clearly what trajectory the bullet would take in the air, where it would hit, and when it would hit.

During the time when the Leopard Woman arrived in the room, Aenarion cast another [Synchronization Spell] and synchronized it with a [Flame Spell] used to fire the musket. Her future pounce was broken down by the prophetic psychic power into frames of high-definition and clear pictures, which appeared in his brain like movie film. He could insert the prepared Flame Spell between two frames at will, and complete the firing of the musket by timing her movements.

The inertial armor and vitality spell of the protection system gave him super life-saving abilities.

The prophecy's True Strike and Synchronize gave him extremely accurate predictions and aiming abilities. Coupled with the high-damage musket, this gave Aenarion, a level 2 spellcaster, the confidence to take on a level 4 warrior!

When the leopard girl leaped into the air and could not move freely in the air, Aenarion activated the synchronization spell. The flames that had been prepared in synchronization shot into the barrel of the gun, detonating the black gunpowder wrapped in the oil paper. A round iron bullet, accompanied by dazzling flames and choking white mist, silently shot out of the barrel, like a black lightning, shooting towards her heart!

The Leopard Girl widened her eyes in surprise. She never expected that the matchlock gun could be shot so accurately and catch the perfect moment for her to jump?

There was no way out. She twisted her elegant body in the air in a completely unphysical manner and barely avoided the fatal blow. However, the iron bullet still pierced her hind legs, leaving two fleeting bloody blooms on her golden fur. The leopard, weighing more than 100 kilograms, was knocked off balance by the impact of the musket bullet, and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground. Two finger-sized holes continued to spray blood.

Oh no! It missed! It only hit the left hind leg!

Aenarion was startled. It seemed that he could not rely too much on the prophecy spell. In the future given by Ke Di Ji, he would shoot her heart, but in fact, he only shot her left hind leg.

There was no other choice, so he used the musket as a spear, charged forward, and stabbed the sharp blade directly into the leopard's throat!

"Roar!!!"

The leopard roared angrily, and swept its right paw, slamming the gun heavily with its paw pad. The huge impact force made Aenarion's hands tremble. Not to mention stabbing the target, the musket almost slipped out of his hand.

The Leopard Woman quickly returned to her human form. Her left leg, which was pierced by a bullet and bleeding, forced herself to stand up with her slender and toned body.

The bullet pierced her thigh, causing her to tremble in pain. Her healthy wheat-colored skin was soaked with cold sweat. Her beautiful face, on the other hand, revealed an expression of climax and joy in the severe pain. Two charming blushes appeared on her cheeks. She rushed out with a straight punch with her left hand, hitting Aenarion hard in the face, knocking him to the ground with one punch, and pulled out the rune spear behind her with her right hand.

After two fights, Aenarion immediately realized how hopelessly different he was from the beast in close combat. His head was protected by silver scales, and he almost lost consciousness and passed out after being hit by her punch. He felt a piercing pain on his cheek. If it weren't for the psychic helmet, his head would most likely have been smashed to pieces by the punch!