Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Burn Scar still gripped Modak's hands tightly. He stared at Modak, watching Modak's body twist and struggle, but he could only helplessly walk towards death.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

He suddenly stood up in a rage, shoving the gaping hole in his left cheek at the delirious Modak and roaring, "You dare call yourself a fire-breather? This pathetic little trick doesn't even deserve to be called fire breath!"

A furious roar echoed in the private room, and the dining table shook violently.

Suddenly, Burn Scar forcefully shook off Modako's wrist.

The Green Party members behind Modak loosened the thin rope around Modak's neck and took a step back.

Modako collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

“Go ahead and kill me, you little brat,” he said with a laugh. “Next, countless people will come swarming in. You have no idea what they’re capable of. You will die, your family will die, your woman, and your friends will all die!”

Burn Scar looked at him, moved his neck from side to side, and the fierce light in his eyes grew stronger.

"Did you think I was going to let you go? No, no, no, I think you need to know what the true power of fire is."

Through the deep, gaping hole in his scarred left cheek, one could see the sharp teeth grinding against his charred gums.

"I haven't eaten yet."

The Green Party member who had once strangled Modak with a thin rope raised his hand and closed the door to the private room, blocking the curious gazes from outside and the heart-wrenching screams from inside.

The basement beneath the casino lobby is typically where casino thugs punish and torture cheating gamblers.

At this moment, more than thirty bodies covered with white sheets lie quietly here.

Meanwhile, the one in control of the burning port, Glucos de Broncos, the boss of the Bronk gang, stood between the white sheets, looking down at them.

"Someone is attacking us from the shadows."

The new deputy said, "In just three days, we've lost six blocks' worth of leaders and key men on the seventh level of the lower city alone."

"This looks like there are more than six blocks here."

"Gululos looked down at the white cloth and said."

“The losses in the bottom city are even greater,” the second-in-command explained cautiously. “Our main source of income comes from the trade in the warehouse district, and now it’s all gone. The port is on fire, the port is on fire, we’ve lost control—”

Gurulos interrupted him: "Who did this?"

"No, I don't know."

Gurulos blinked, then looked up at his deputy in surprise: "You don't know?"

The deputy wiped his sweat.

"The informants and the residents in the surrounding area are all afraid to provide us with information. Some people say that the group is extremely brutal and leaves no survivors. They say that anyone who disobeys them will have their entire family killed."

The dragon-blooded monster crouched down, lifted the white cloth, and revealed the gruesome corpse beneath.

Modako, the Drunken Fist master and his most capable debt collector, had his eyes gouged out, his fingers bitten off, a large piece of flesh cut off his left cheek, revealing the white bone, and his stomach ripped open, with all his internal organs charred.

"But some people dared to provide intelligence to those people and betray us."

Gulllos's voice was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger. "How did they know where to ambush Modak?"

The deputy dared not utter a word.

"I'm offering a bounty, a very high bounty," Gurulos said sternly. "At all costs, I want to know who those people are, where they are, and I want them dead!"

It's getting late.

The disheveled, scarred man swaggered down the street on the sixth floor of the lower city, drawing surprised glances from those around him.

The City of Flame prioritizes rituals and warfare, and only priests, nobles, and military dependents are qualified to enter areas above the middle city. Therefore, those who live and reside on the sixth floor of the lower city are the city's top wealthy merchants.

With his strange, refugee-like appearance, Burn Scar was an absolute anomaly here.

But he doesn't care.

The man with the burn scar swaggered into a theater. After being stopped by the guard, he pulled a crumpled ticket from his greasy pocket with his dirty black hands and showed it to the guard, who looked on with suspicion.

So the guard summoned a maid and had her lead him into the theater.

The latest opera, "Defenders of the Bronze Dragon," is currently being performed at the theater. The story is set against the backdrop of the recent invasion by the two-headed evil dragon, and the protagonists are the belly-scale priest Losx-Otukan and other heroes who fought against the evil dragon and died in the war.

He glanced at the burn scar twice and scoffed.

—Trash who sings praises to the dead, waste material bought with money by the Otucan family.

As he curiously looked around at the theater's interior, he was led to a private box on the second floor by a maid who was also looking at him with curiosity.

The private room was large, with three rows of seats, each with five seats. A tall, beautiful, and elegant lady sat in the center of the front row.

She didn't turn to look at him, sitting there with dignified bearing, like a queen sitting on her throne, intently watching the performance on stage.

The scarred man carefully walked to the front row, went around to the far left, and sat down in the last seat, one seat away from the woman.

If the woman doesn't speak up or take any action, the burn scars will simply appear and she'll have to wait.

This was pure torture for him.

And so, he sat on pins and needles with the woman as she watched the scene, until the intermission when she finally let out a soft sigh.

“The acting was superb, and the script was excellent,” she said. “It was simply wonderful.”

The person with the burn scar nodded perfunctorily.

“But there was a small problem,” he said. “After the dragon breathed fire, it burned very quickly; the entire dock was ablaze in less than two minutes. Los Angeles didn’t have any time to react—”

The woman suddenly turned to look at him, and he obediently shut his mouth.

He knew the true identity hidden beneath the deformed woman's body, and he also knew the terrifying power and influence she possessed.

"You've done a good job with castration these past few days."

she says.

"Castration" is a derogatory term for male eunuchs.

This is because the Green People are a hybrid of humans and Reptilians. While male Green People possess sexual abilities, they cannot impregnate females and reproduce. Only female Green People can produce offspring by mating with humans or Reptilians, and these offspring are always male.

This is the eternal pain of the Green People: because of this, they cannot form their own tribes and can only rely on other tribes, forever struggling to survive as outsiders in the eyes of others.

The burn scar remained silent.

He heard the woman say, "But that's not enough. Those traitors were nurtured by the Otukan family, yet they betrayed Otukan at the crucial moment and joined the Thunder Eater family. They must pay the price."

"I'll try."

“I don’t want you to try your best, I want you to,” she said haughtily. “You must find the leader of the Bronck gang, find Aprilton Bronck, and kill him. Follow the trail to find everyone who is responsible for Loskes-Ottocan’s death, and kill them all.”

“Then give me more money,” Burn Scar said. “With enough money, I can pull an army out of the refugees in Fire Harbor at any time.”

The woman refused curtly: "I have no money."

She clenched her fists inside her sleeves.

If it weren't for those damned thieves who stole all the family's treasure...

"But--"

“Turn your head away,” the woman said coldly. “The next time I see your disgusting left cheek, I’ll turn your right cheek into that too.”

The burn scar shut its mouth.

A woman's voice rang out: "Don't forget, you criminal refugee, taking advantage of the evil dragon's attack and the chaos in the city, committed murder, robbery, and rape in just three days, killing twenty-one people. Who rescued you before your trial? And yet you dared to be so audacious..."

She paused, then didn't continue.

The man with the burn scar scratched his forehead sheepishly.

"but--"

“No buts,” the woman said. “I’m giving you a chance to live, but you have to work for me. I’ll provide the intelligence, and you figure out the money yourself. If you can’t do it, you can go back and wait to be interrogated and die.”

She smiled coldly.

"Didn't you just intercept a protection fee? How come you're broke?"

The man with the burn scar shrugged. "No one is more brilliant than you."

He got up to leave, but then he heard the woman's voice again: "Every penny you intercept from the traitor must be split in half with me."

"…knew."

She sensed his perfunctory attitude and resentment, and knew she had to treat him with some courtesy, so she stood up and turned her back to him.

The light gauze dress fell beside her delicate and beautiful heels.

Although it wasn't the first time he'd seen this scene, and he knew that the magnificent sight before him was a creation of transfiguration, Burn Scar still couldn't help but hold his breath.

"Now, this is your reward."

She bent forward deeply and said with disgust, "Be careful, don't let me see your disgusting face, you castrated man."

The sea breeze caressed the waves, gently rocking the boat like a mother gently rocking a cradle.

Under a sky full of stars, Ivy Beatrice opened her emerald green vertical pupils.

She remained lying on her back, her eyes first glancing to the left and then to the right, making sure she was still on the soft mat on the deck before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Gazing at the starry sky and feeling the ship swaying, she murmured to herself, "Do demons dream too?"

Dreams are always fragmented and blurry, but this dream was exceptionally vivid.

In her dream, Ivy Beatrice struggled along a dark and rugged path. She was wearing the same dress she'd worn when she was killed in her past life, the hem torn. Barefoot, blood trickling from her feet, she continued on, faintly hearing a voice ahead softly calling her name repeatedly.

The voice wasn't calling Ivy Beatrice's name, nor Chu Shixin's, but a long string of obscure syllables. Yet she knew it was her own name.

I walked tirelessly toward the sound, my feet growing colder with each step.

She looked down and was shocked to find herself standing in an endless expanse of blood, the crimson liquid covering her ankles. Her reflection was faintly visible on the shimmering surface of the water.

The reflection in the water shows the enormous body of a six-armed snake.

Chapter 86 The Sack Thrown into the Sea

Ivy Beatrice, or rather Chu Shixin, looked down quietly at the reflection of the six-armed snake in the blood at her feet, while the reflection looked back at her with a ferocious and violent expression.

--Who are you?

That was what she meant to ask, but she unconsciously changed the question to: "...Dilaz?"

She noticed the face of the six-armed serpent demon in the reflection, which was exactly the same as when she had just been reincarnated into this world. It was the face of Diraz, the demon concubine of the legendary demon slayer Eric van Boto.

【idiot】

In the reflection, Diraz stared menacingly at her from the blood. She recognized the voice; it was the same voice that had called her with a long string of syllables.

【Oh, look what I've done!】

She paused for a few seconds before retorting: "I'm not you."

It's not you, it's me. I am who I am, you idiot.

Diraz rambled on, every word leaving her bewildered: "I'm that despicable, self-hypnotic thief!"

The six-armed snake demon became increasingly enraged.

In the reflection, six enormous hands slammed heavily against the crimson water, creating ripples that blurred the six-armed, serpentine silhouette.

Diraz's roar echoed from across the ripples: 【】

The six-armed serpent demon roared, trying to tell her something, which Ivy Beatrice believed might be the reason she was in this world. But the demon's scream reached her mind, and all the syllables turned into a piercing buzzing sound.

The six-armed serpent demon reflected in the blood-soaked water went mad with despair. The demon screamed, its pounding on the water growing ever more ferocious.

Ivy Beatrice couldn't help but take a step back.

However, to her astonishment, she discovered that as the six-armed serpent demon slapped her repeatedly, the space around her trembled, she heard gurgling water sounds, and strings of bubbles appeared out of thin air!

—What's going on?

—Could it be that the reflection in the blood is actually myself?

Ivy Beatrice looked down in utter horror at her feet, or perhaps that was what was above her?

Just then, the tremors in the space stopped.

The piercing buzzing, the floating bubbles, and the gurgling sound of water all gradually weakened until they disappeared completely.

She saw the six-armed serpent demon, whose reflection was mirrored in hers, lower its arms.

【idiot】