A Deal with the Devil

The Duchy of Rosado, Royal City.

As night fell, everything in the palace fell silent. Since the Red Dragon Duchess took control, many former nobles had been stripped of their positions and sent back to their hometowns to farm. Now, the ruling faction throughout the duchy consisted entirely of her confidants. Although many secretly resented her, no one dared to openly oppose her due to her immense power. Especially in the period leading up to the Time of Troubles, even the Church was unwilling to interfere too much in worldly affairs, since the Red Dragon Duchess hadn't done anything that would incur divine or public wrath.

On the contrary!

Under her rule, the military strength of the Duchy of Rosado rose sharply, subtly suppressing other nearby kingdoms.

The Red Dragon Duchess was well-loved in the army, perhaps because of her stunning charm or her formidable personal strength.

certainly.

If she hadn't suffered such a severe blow at the hands of Soren, her reputation within the army would likely have been even higher.

Since taking power, the Red Dragon Duchess had won three major victories in a row. Unfortunately, these three victories were ended by Soren in the Battle of Sand Fury Island, and the navy of the Duchy of Rosado was almost completely wiped out.

now.

In the quiet side hall, all the palace guards had withdrawn, leaving only the Red Dragon Duchess in the empty hall.

"Giggle!"

A strange, flippant laugh rang out, followed by a hazy figure that eventually transformed into a beautiful and alluring woman.

From her appearance, she was almost stunningly beautiful, possessing an allure akin to that of Greater Succubus.

But if you look closely!

It can be seen that she is not Succubus, but a Devil from the Baator Hell.

A high-ranking Pleasure Fiend!

They are an advanced form of Incubus, possessing the bloodline of Fallen Angel, and are the backbone of the Baator Hell.

These Pleasure Fiend are obsessed with tempting mortals to depravity, much like the Succubus's simple and brutal methods. Devil place greater emphasis on the corruption of the soul; they will brew the depravity for a long time before reaping the rewards at the last moment.

"My dearest Karena!"

A seductive smile spread across the Pleasure Fiend's face, and her full red lips parted slightly as she said, "It seems like it's been a long time since we last met! I really miss your scent!..."

As she said this, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the corner of her mouth, as if issuing a silent temptation.

The Red Dragon Duchess ' expression was not pleasant. She glanced coldly at the Pleasure Fiend before her and said in a deep voice, "Enough! I have provided you with enough souls. Don't even think about messing with me again, or don't blame me for being ruthless!"

A light, flirtatious laugh rang out. The Pleasure Fiend approached with elegant cat-like steps, bringing her crimson lips close to the Red Dragon Duchess ' ear, and whispered, "Don't be so heartless! I still miss those joyful times we spent together!..."

"You were happy back then, weren't you?"

The Red Dragon Duchess' full breasts heaved, her face slightly flushed. But her expression remained icy as she said in a deep voice, "Speak! What do you want?"

The Pleasure Fiend playfully stuck out his tongue and suddenly licked the Red Dragon Duchess's glistening earlobe. He then giggled and dodged away, whispering, "Don't be so cold!"

"I heard you've been having some trouble lately, so I came here specifically to help you."

The Red Dragon Duchess turned around in confusion. She trembled slightly as the Pleasure Fiend licked her earlobe, but quickly regained her composure. She asked in a low voice, "Help me? What do you want?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

What the Devil wants to give you, he will also take from you.

"Um."

The Pleasure Fiend tilted her head, gazing at the Red Dragon Duchess with her shimmering eyes. As the most alluring Devil in Baator Hell, her charm was Saving Throw even to women. She simply chuckled and said, "A superior soul."

"Although you have provided quite a few, they are all lowly males. The males in your clan have long been blinded by lust. Although they possess good talent, they are too fragile, like flowers in a greenhouse."

"This is the ** family."

"Even the Devil is astonished by such depravity! Is this how mortal Sorcerer Family operate?"

The Red Dragon Duchess, her face ashen, snapped, "Enough!"

Buzz.

An invisible wave of energy surged forth, and blood-red Dragon Wing appeared behind her.

"Oops!"

The Pleasure Fiend looked surprised and frightened, but approached lightly, seemingly unafraid, and said in a sweet voice, "My dear Karena, please don't be so angry!"

"Didn't I help you take control of this family?"

"You can do whatever you want! Isn't that right? Those guys' blood tastes pretty good, doesn't it? What a bunch of foolish mortals! They want to rely on incestuous bloodlines to produce superior offspring, but they don't understand that only the survival of the fittest can cultivate true power!"

"Alright, alright!"

"Don't Regeneration. I brought you a gift this time, you might really like it!"

As for the compensation...

"I think we can wait a bit, but would you mind talking to me tonight?"

The Pleasure Fiend licked her lips, a strange smile appearing on her Charm face. The Red Dragon Duchess trembled and turned to stare at her with icy eyes.

The Devil loves to manipulate minds.

They would never be as simple and brutal as Demon. The Pleasure Fiend turned around and came behind the Red Dragon Duchess, pressing her full breasts against her back and gently rubbing them. A slender, fair hand had already slipped under the Red Dragon Duchess ' Wizard robes. In an instant, the Red Dragon Duchess' delicate body trembled, a strange blush rose to her face, and her eyes seemed to be a little empty for a moment.

The Pleasure Fiend's voice was like a siren from Hell, her delicate body swaying gently as she extended her tongue to nibble on the Red Dragon Duchess's earlobe, whispering in a voice that seemed to possess a strange magic, "You say no, but your body is quite obedient!"

"My dear Karena"

Do you remember the happy times we spent together?

"Giggle!"

Treasure Island.

Soren stared coldly at the indigenous tribe before him. Offering Blood Sacrifice to the Deity was like drinking poison to quench thirst; the more they did it, the greater the Deity ' cravings became, turning once a year into once a month, until the entire tribe was dragged into the mire. Deity who transformed in this way were basically Evil False Deity; their madness was like that of Abyssal Fiend, and the blood sacrifices had completely Destruction their sanity.

"Attack!"

Sensing the Deity, at the climax of the ritual, Soren commanded in a deep voice, "Leave no Warrior alive!"

The Slave he needs are not Warrior.

Warrior are actually harder to control, so killing them is the simplest and most brutal method!

Following Soren's command, figures surged forward, and he himself vanished into the night.

thump.

A series of dull thuds echoed as people fell to the ground.

Soren's figure appeared one after another like a ghost, each appearance taking the Hit Points of several Native Warrior. The Arrow Tower were quickly cleared, and the Guard were powerless to resist.

Squeak!

The gate was opened by the Rogue, and the elite pirates outside rushed in quickly.

Frenzied shouts came from ahead, completely drowned out by the frenzied ritual; the natives were all lost in some kind of emotion.

but.

The Evil God they worshipped seemed to sense something, and in an instant, a faint fluctuation enveloped the area.

A connection between Deity.

The moment Soren made his move, the other party also sensed his presence. However, as Evil God born from Spirits, He was subject to more restrictions Soren in many ways.

--"Shadow Jump!"

--"Greater Haste!"

Soren dashed forward at astonishing speed, instantly activating the Ring of the Lich +5, and then appeared directly near the altar, swinging his sword to stab the native Shaman presiding over the ceremony.

Pfft!

With a gushing out of blood, the aged native Shaman stiffened, his gaze somewhat blank as he stared at the blade that had pierced through his heart.

At this time.

The sounds of fighting and battle just came from outside, and the natives, who were engrossed in the ritual, were jolted awake!

...(To be continued~^~)