"What a delicate, fresh young girl... It's been a long time since I've touched a human like this."
Zakayev was truly a warrior among human men, having spent years mingling with evil demons.
No one should assume that because evil gods maintained human forms for long periods—mature women, cute girls, pretty boys... Aside from the Demon Lord, who often used incarnations to blend into human society and enjoyed human bodies, the other evil demons would all assume their true evil-god forms within their own territories.
Wearing a layer of human skin was rather uncomfortable.
As expected of a warrior from Great Russia, such formidable abilities allowed Zakayev to stand out from among thousands of people.
Now, he had captured Abu, this little loli—and not just any loli, but one of the finest.
Just as the first tentacle drew near, Abu, who had been completely unconscious, suddenly opened her eyes...
Her pupils were entirely black, and countless black veins bulged across her face. She looked nothing like the real Abu.
This was precisely the rampaging form that Lovecraft and Yu Jing had worried about in the past...
In the blink of an eye, every tentacle near Abu was torn apart!
Like a Ghost King, Abu stood atop the altar and stared at Zakayev, who was dressed as a pharaoh.
"How interesting... Not only do you possess Lady Chhath's bloodline, you also carry the direct inheritance of the Ghost Tyrant! You and I will surely produce powerful and perfect descendants, and build the Black Forest into the most powerful nation in the Old World."
Abu's strength stimulated Zakayev's desire.
"Restrain her."
At Zakayev's command, the high-ranking evil demons standing around the hall suddenly shot strange umbilical-cord-like tentacles from their enormous bellies. They were fast and tough!
At that moment, Zakayev's black, slick