Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

That's a bit exaggerated.

The steam armor on the Duke of Stafford was strong enough and did not break into pieces. It was just like a car that had been hit, smashed, and chiseled dozens of times by countless impact drills and other tools, completely losing its original appearance.

100 Theresa's Awakening

The necklace that was hidden around her neck so that Amiya wouldn't see it was tightening.

At the moment of near-death, it tightens to give you a more terrifying experience of death approaching.

Someone is talking.

My consciousness started to blur and I couldn't hear clearly.

"The intelligence was wrong."

"The target object is not included in the execution."

"It turns out that it has an owner..."

The voice seemed a little annoyed, and the tone was full of doubt.

The voice gave people a cold feeling, but it seemed very childish, just like the voice of their little rabbit Amiya.

The gradually darkening sight formed a gap with bright light, the vision was blurry and the assassin could not be seen.

Lancet-2 was still nearby, Amiya fainted on top of Lancet-2, they seemed to be fine, they were not within the assassin's target range.

After countless years, the inheritance that had almost become one with her lost its effect.

At that moment, it acted more like an item owned by the other party rather than a product owned by Tikaz.

it's wired.

The necklace tightened.

It was almost impossible to breathe, and every attempt to breathe in air became a luxury.

That bastard Ezekiel actually gave her something like this.

The fear of death brought by not being able to breathe became even stronger.

The desire to survive has never been so clear.

Even though she was mentally prepared, when she was faced with death, her instinct for survival overwhelmed all her rationality.

Even though we know that life is fleeting, death is always around.

But the most primitive instinct is also longing for survival and continuation. Even if there is only one more year, one more day, one more moment, it still longs for life to continue.

The most primitive instinct awakened.

It longs to survive.

At the same time, they were also protesting against her.

The most intense and vigorous protest.

Why, why is life so short not to pursue more pleasures? Why must we suppress them with willpower?

Regardless of.

Now it seems to be the last moment of life. They don’t care anymore. No matter what, they must enjoy this life once, be satisfied once, and experience that kind of happiness once.

They occupy every thought in the brain and kick consciousness into the corner of the mind.

Every place and every cell was protesting against her like a carnival.

She had no power to resist, and no reason to resist.

A strange feeling spread and then hit the brain.

Well, what is that?

"Ha, ha... huh, brain..."

She bit her thin lips and murmured as if she was in a nightmare: "My brain seems to be broken."

The vision became completely dark, and consciousness was about to dissipate. Only the most primitive and purest thoughts echoed.

I have used my willpower to restrain myself for such a long time, and it is time to indulge myself once, at the last moment of my life.

The closer we get to death, the stronger the regret and strange feeling we have for not having enjoyed and experienced everything.

Until you feel that you are wrong and agree with those protesting voices and all their demands.

Desire penetrates reason.

From then on, in order to make up for the regrets and to enjoy myself, I am willing to do everything and pay everything.

Fallen.

Became the harem of the Succubus Lord.

Theresa's slender eyebrows, which always showed a hint of sadness, trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She stared at the unique metal ceiling in the landship room for a while.

Aren't you dead?

Doubts popped into Theresa's mind, and she couldn't figure out who could have saved her at that time.

She tried to move and found that the malicious ornament was still on her delicate neck, and the extended branches still restrained her wrists.

She could only raise her hands and place them on both sides of her neck.

Theresa tried to unfasten it, but was surprised to find that the button that would pop open with a click when pressed was gone.

What's even more terrifying is that she can't feel any strength at this moment.

All her Originium skills and spells seemed to have been abandoned by her, and her body was so weak that she seemed to have no strength at all.

Pah, da…

Dada...dada.

It seems to be raining.

The room she was in seemed to be the top room of the landship. When the rain fell, the sound of raindrops hitting the metal layer could be clearly heard.

Even with your eyes closed, you can imagine the rain hitting the deck, bursting and splashing out again.

There was also crying.

Someone is crying.

He was still threatening and yelling at me.

“Asshole! I, I won’t forgive you… Don’t do this, don’t do this! Asshole!! I won’t forgive you…”

"Woooaa! I must kill...wait, stop...I'm wrong, don't!"

The voice was sometimes very high-pitched, and sometimes it broke into a series of intermittent and meaningless words with a miserable crying tone.

I couldn't even put together a complete sentence.

I could only follow the rhythm of the rain outside from time to time, and occasionally make a shrill, hurt, or whimpering voice mixed with strange meanings.

Familiar voice.

Theresa couldn't help but think of a red-haired girl who had stayed with her before.

She doesn’t like to laugh and always has a stern face. She would hold the ice cream bucket while eating ice cream, as if she was afraid that someone would snatch her ice cream away.

Ezekiel loved to bully her.

What is it called?

It should be Surtel, right?

Theresa felt her ears were a little hot, and the burning feeling even spread to her cheeks, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She knew who saved her.

However, there is a high possibility that he has no good intentions.

rain?

"Yes, it is raining, a particularly noisy rain."

Theresa pursed her lips and whispered to herself.

She had seen Ezekiel bullying the beautiful red-haired girl.

Once, she came here late at night after finishing her work, intending to talk to Ezekel who had been hiding on the landship and slacking off. When she found someone crying miserably outside the door, she rushed in to save him.

She knew what kind of person the Lord of the Succubus Court was and what unspeakable things he would do.

Her landship was not allowed to do the things that the royal court was accustomed to do, such as bullying and abusing others, not to mention that it was possible that the crew on the landship had encountered the murderous hands of the succubus royal court lord.

As a result, she was the one who was meddling and polluted her own eyes in vain.

From then on, she would not allow Ezekel to do bad things on that landship, no matter whether it was consensual or not, he was not allowed to do those things on her landship.

Theresa bit her lip and the image of Surtel, who was not afraid of anyone, making faces at her appeared in her mind.

His hands were trembling at both sides, his delicate facial features were deliberately distorted into a ball, and he was smiling at her foolishly.

His attitude was extremely bad, as if he didn't take her seriously at all.

101 The Succubus Lord has the highest credibility and always keeps his word

The sound of rain became a little louder.

The sound of raindrops hitting and splashing seemed to be very close.

The orange and pink eyes trembled.

Theresa seemed to realize something and quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be still asleep and not regaining consciousness.

The sound of rain outside was getting heavier, almost as if it were one and the same.

It almost drowned out the sound of sobbing.

It was terrifyingly fierce.

I don’t know how heavy the rain outside the land ship is at this moment.

Theresa closed her eyes and listened for a while, only to feel her heartbeat quickening.

The strange longing came over me again.

No...

"Theresa, you can't let them defeat you."

Theresa said to herself in her heart.

She put her legs together, curled up slightly, clenched her teeth silently, and breathed in and out carefully.

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound of rain suddenly disappeared.

The heavy rain outside seemed to suddenly become smaller, so small that the sound of the rain could no longer be heard.

This is a very normal thing. It would be strange if the rain continued to fall so heavily, right?

boo.

boom.

In the pitch-black field of vision, almost continuous voices rang out.

It seemed as if someone had opened a bottle of wine with a cork, or as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

It was as if the person suddenly lost his strength and fell forward limply.

The sound of footsteps on the metal siding became particularly clear.

Don't find out, don't find out...

Theresa was afraid and prayed silently in her heart.

Contrary to her expectations, the footsteps were getting closer and closer to her, almost next to her. She could even feel a hot breath brushing against her cheek.

It's really hot.