Before the boundless Swarm stood a petite woman, trembling all over. She wore a white robe and looked like the sheltered daughter of some noble family. Anyone unaware of the truth would have thought this girl was a sacrifice offered by ignorant villagers to some terrifying monster.
But Fang Zheng saw through the darkness, obscenity, and evil hidden beneath the trembling woman's exterior at a glance.
Just as he had expected, she was a succubus.
At that moment, the succubus was putting on a pitiful display before the Swarm, looking as if she were a sacrifice about to be offered to monsters. If some passing hero saw this scene, he would surely rush forward without hesitation to save the poor lady.
Then get torn to pieces by the Swarm.
For a succubus, this took considerable courage.
It was not as if she had never taken part in the Blood War in Hell, but succubi rarely went directly onto the battlefield. Most of the time, they served as cheerleaders in the rear. Because of this, when she faced these dreadful, terrifying monsters, the succubus's heart could not help but pound wildly.
As a succubus, Molly had been quite unlucky.
Like many of her kin, Molly had been summoned by a mage apprentice. He was a young man, youthful, energetic, and possessed a strong need for control—hardly unusual. Some male summoning mages did this, summoning succubi or seductresses as playthings and indulging in their bodies to their hearts' content. They believed that, bound by contracts, they could control these devils or demons.
And at first, their idea did indeed work. Succubi gave them a sense of kingly pleasure with obedience and performance that mortal women could never match. But as they gradually became addicted, those young mages' souls began to decay. Then,