Chapter 7: Burn, burn, the white-haired demon king devotes himself to lust, Tiamat breastfeeds and rescues

The Palace of the Demon King of the Serabi Islands

No. 9 still knelt in front of the Demon King. He reminded himself countless times not to forget his mission, nor to be disturbed by the demon King's majesty and appearance, but he couldn't do it. The appearance of the girl in front of him really exceeded all his previous imagination. Although he had indeed seen the devil's appearance in countless public occasions, it was just a shocking glance that was far apart in the vast sea of ​​people.

When he is at a distance of within reach from the Demon King, he will still be completely shocked by this beauty.

I can't say anything, I can't do anything, and even feel that I dare not blaspheme in my mind.

The chin of No. 9 was lifted by the devil's slender feet. The touch of the toes and stockings made No. 9 intoxicated. The faint fragrance of the tender and beautiful feet made the man's heart sway, unable to speak, and unable to move.

Why be reserved?

AO shook the long hair like a waterfall that was about to hang down to the mattress, smiled faintly, and signaled No. 9 to relax: The sexual matter between you and me does not require the accumulation of feelings, nor does it have to force or transgression. You are here to serve me. Is you so restrained, unwilling to be loyal to the devil?

No, no, how dare the villain...

No. 9 only feels that I am a machine that can’t think, and can only repeat the nutritional response dryly.

But the Demon King did put the pair of beautiful black stockings in front of him. At this moment, the hard toenails were scratching his stubble, as if they were sending an invitation.

At this moment, the beauty of the Demon King was even more serious than before. His red cheeks were clearly telling No. 9: The girl was also suffering from a considerable degree of shyness, but she still chose to open her body in order not to be tortured by the desire for blood. No. 9 was shocked by this innocence that he originally thought that Demon King AO was a slutty woman who was already extremely lustful, but looking at her state, she clearly looked like an uninformed little girl.

Then don’t be too embarrassed. I still have a lot to deal with. Please don’t make me too embarrassed.Or is it a joy to you to taste the shame of someone like me?

The Demon King showed a rare smile on weekdays and threw out a cold joke that made people feel extremely terrifying in the current atmosphere.

The villain dares not!

No. 9 did not understand the meaning of the joke in this sentence at all, but thought that the Demon King was angry by his hesitation.

He hurriedly held the heel of the slender foot with his hands. The feeling conveyed by the roughness and delicate touch made No. 9's heart skip a beat. The soft and delicate silk was even better than the top silk. The warmth hidden under his skin told No. 9 that even if he was called immortal, the devil was still a living creature. No. 9 did not hesitate too much, lowered his head and gave the delicate and beautiful feet with a affectionate kiss.

The small feet can't even fill the soles of the No. 9.Devil King

Well... The Demon King made a sweet voice, like sighing and lyricism.

No. 9 kissed the demon king's beautiful feet affectionately as if he had obtained the treasure of the world. While the black silk wrapped the beautiful feet, it also revealed a beautiful shape that made the man's heart sway. The black silk and this beautiful feet complement each other, echoing each other, raising the beauty of the immortal demon king.

The 9th kissed upwards from the slender and just-length toes, feeling the excellent touch brought by high-end stockings and the warmth mixed in smoothness, just like tasting the top dessert.

His expression turned into greed, and the Demon King's soft hum was like acquiescent for all his actions, making him feel that even if he did something too much, it was ordinary tonight. So while he was executing the Demon King's orders, kissing this beautiful foot, while greedily letting his hands cling to every tempting detail of this body, the first thing was this foot.

The feeling of this foot can only be described as perfect. No. 9 has never had experience in loving a woman, but before that, no woman who had developed skin ties with him could use her feet to arouse his desire, press the soles and insteps of her feet carefully, and touch the round heels. This process accelerated No. 9's heartbeat: What a perfect limb!

It was like ice sculptures and jade carvings. Although it had a pulsating temperature, its body temperature was lower than that of ordinary people. People couldn't help but fantasize whether the girl's feet needed to be warmed by the stove when the weather turned cold.

From the toes to the soles of the feet, the lines are so smooth and soft, as if the Demon King had never walked with his feet since he was born.

The toes are soft and chubby, and after pinching them for a few times, they can't put them down. As for the other parts, they feel perfectly touched.

Although the Demon King's figure is slender, it is far from being shaped and firm. This tender foot has a full feel when grasped. A little more flesh makes you look fat, but a little less flesh makes you look too skinny and dry. Such beautiful feet can give people the ultimate experience whether you look or grasp it.

No. 9 did not take off AO's pantyhose, but he knew very well: the touch felt so perfect when touching through the stockings. If this foot is naked, it will only be more tempting and intoxicating.

You and those who were before.AO looked at No. 9 and his tone was a little confused: It seems that they all have a special liking for my feet.

Your feet are beautiful.No. 9 kissed every corner of the Demon King's beautiful feet without any omission: It's really beautiful...

I respect your hobbies, but I can't understand... What's the tempting part used to walk?AO is still confused: There is obviously no symbol in the reproductive sense.

The little man is a little ignorant and shallow, and he cannot explain it... The kiss of No. 9 is from the instep of the devil's feet: But the villain has a real attachment to beautiful things in his heart, and probably this foot is also part of beauty.

In this way... AO was praised for being a little happy. He did not continue to ask No. 9, but watched No. 9 kiss her back.

The devil's naked feet must be a more perfect existence, it must be a jade foot without any flaws, wrinkles or calluses.

No. 9 was fantasizing in his heart that after carefully pinching every detail of the Demon King's feet, he let his hands go up along the slender leg, passing through the unbearable ankle, and crossing the smooth and hard calves. He moved away the mouth that kissed the Demon King's feet, stood up, put his hands on the Demon King's thighs, looked at the pair of scarlet and bloody eyes, and said softly to AO:

Please lie down...is it OK?

Um.The Demon King responded vaguely.

Her hand secretly grabbed the bed sheet, and it seemed that she had made up her mind many times.

The man naturally didn't want to waste the kindness of the beauty in front of him at this moment. Chunxiao was right in front of him, and the man gradually made up his mind to completely defile this innocence.

No. 9 placed his hands on the Demon King's shoulders and gently pushed the Demon King backwards. The Demon King slowly lay down with this movement. Below her was her long hair like a waterfall. The white hair was so dazzling under the light, but the Demon King's skin was even more charming because of the color of the long hair. The Demon King looked at the man on his body with a red face, and No. 9 also took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed impatiently.

He came to AO's upper body and looked down at the high-ranking Demon King, which gave him an unprecedented sense of accomplishment and conquest.

No matter how many legends this devil had created before that were shocking and intoxicating, on this night, she lay under a man like a docile cat, not resisting, not calling for help, not struggling, or refuse.

No. 9 made up his mind to turn her into a girl again, or even a female again.

The obscene hands began to caress the demon king's delicate body unscrupulously, but probably because of his nervousness, No. 9 did not directly attack the demon king's green breasts that looked perfectly shaped. Instead, he started playing with the thin and soft willow waist from the demon king's waist and soft, making No. 9's breathing become rapid. He supported the mattress with one hand and gently pinched the demon king's waist and abdomen with the other hand, which made AO make another sound.

Woo... a little itchy...

The Demon King blinked his eyes like a complaint, and No. 9 also gave him a faint smile, making him look friendly and harmless enough. His hands full of desire moved upwards. After passing through the Demon King's clear ribs, he finally came to the pair of breasts that boasted about the Demon King's identity as a girl, but No. 9 hesitated a little before this:

Can I touch it... Lord Demon King?

You are a very disgusting person... The Demon King frowned a little dissatisfiedly: In addition to intercourse and kissing underneath... This body can be played with as a reward for your dedication. They have not told you before, or are you born so timid?

It's... the villain understands...

After listening to the 9th, he was even more excited. Since this is the case, he didn't have to worry about anything anymore.

The man's hand was directly cage on the Demon King's chest. The soft and elastic feeling of the tentacles made him surprised and happy. The touch of the nipples from the palm also told the fact that Demon King No. 9 was not in the inner side of his pajamas, which made No. 9 even more beastly, and the hand that caged the Demon King's chest began to exert unreasonably.

The soft breasts, like small bowls, were easily changed in the shape of the Demon King's moan, and the heart of No. 9 almost jumped out of his throat. With the addition of the silk nightgown, the feel of rubbing this beautiful breast was extremely perfect.

The smooth, soft and delicate feeling made No. 9 change his posture and constantly play with this beautiful breast: whether it is to massage the front, touch the side of the breast, or slightly lift the soft and sexy fat from the bottom, No. 9 desperately recalls the stroking method that can make women happy, but no matter how much he recalls, the only one who responds to No. 9 can continue to fight hard to pick up the white rabbit.

This extremely soft rabbit breast milk is enough to make people lose their minds just by placing their hands on it.

In response to this stimulation to the chest, the Demon King's body also trembled slightly. The girl subconsciously clamped her legs and subconsciously turned her eyes away. However, after a few seconds, she met the face of No. 9 again. It is probably a crucial etiquette for the Demon King to face his own people. The scarlet eyes were a little firm, but also a little shy. Even though they had been pressed under the body by eight men before, the Demon King would still feel shy when he kissed his skin. The chest was constantly changing shape under the kneading of No. 9's big hand, which was probably a little painful?

The devil frowned slightly.

Ah... Sorry, Lord Demon!No. 9 quickly raised his hand: The villain is so proud!Has it hurt you?

Don't think so much, if I can't bear it, I will stop you.As the Demon King said this, he slightly raised his even narrow chest and said to the man in a suppressed and trembling tone: If you like it very much, just rub it in the way you love the most.

Ah…is…just the order!

No. 9 answered stutteringly, and then began to rub the demon king's chest with the force just now. The perfect touch of the girl's body fell into the man's hands without any omission.

Through the thin pajamas, No. 9 could feel the process of the tiny nipple gradually hardening with his palm. The nipple did not erect in an instant, but slowly became congested and erect, becoming hard little by little. Until the nipple had been completely raised, No. 9's fingers directly pinched the devil's nipples.

Well... The sensitive nipples were played with, making the Demon King's moan more continuous. The stimulation brought by being played with on the nipples was longer than kneading the breasts. The Demon King's voice was already majestic and pleasant. At this time, the hard moan made No. 9 ecstatic. He couldn't control his desire to see the Demon King's jade body. After letting go of the Demon King's nipples, he lay on the Demon King's body, gently lifted the suspender of the nightgown amid the Demon King's heavy humming, and then took it off along the Demon King's slippery shoulders.

As the silk dress was peeled off bit by bit, the Demon King's white skin and sexy collarbone began to slowly appear in front of No. 9 like the rising sun. Below the Collarbone was the Demon King's breasts, and the outlines slightly bulging on the edge of the breasts could be seen.

No. 9, who was burning with desire, then pulled it hard and fully exposed the pair's breasts in the devil's acquiesce.

Ha Ah… The devil, who was completely stripped off his shirt and half-naked, sighed, probably to relieve his inner shame.

The girl did not look directly at No. 9, but lowered her head slightly to the side. No. 9 could see that the Demon King was restraining, and this restraint made him even more excited.

The snow-white breasts and delicate skin make No. 9 confused. Anyone who sees the perfect breast shape will want to rush over to enjoy the beauty, especially the two swollen nipples, which are even more beautiful.

The two red gems at the top of the Xue Peak are simply the most perfect treasures. You only need to take a look and know that they have an excellent feel and even taste. The cherry-colored pearls induce No. 9 to attack the top of the Xue Peak. No. 9, who greedily opened his mouth, sucked the Demon King's nipples, and the Demon King, who felt the sensitive part surrounded by the wet and hot mouth, nodded slightly and let out endless moans.

Ha AhAh...well done...woo... tongue... can move so fast...woo...

No. 9, which quickly tapped the nipple with the tip of his tongue, made the Demon feel the nearly surprise stimulation. The girl's chest was subconsciously erected upwards, and her slender waist also arched upwards under such movements, which made the Demon's figure look even more attractive. No. 9 took advantage of the victory and chased. Not only did the tip of his tongue make the Demon's nipples constantly turn and point, but the other hand kept drawing circles around the Demon's areola until cute goosebumps bloomed on his breasts, and then pinched the pink nipple with considerable force. This process is a kind of enjoyment for AO, and isn't it a kind of enjoyment for No. 9?

The excellent delicate feel and the slightly hard nipples made him almost crazy, and his desire was swelling and boiling. Now No. 9 is far more than playing with the Demon King's breasts. So while applying saliva to the Demon King's nipples, the other hand began to gradually go down. He was much taller than the Demon King, so his arms were longer. He could almost always reach the right position of the Demon King's knees while savoring the Demon King's breasts, but his target was not the knees.

The obscene fingers gently lifted up the Demon King's smooth and high-end skirt, and reached into the warm and narrow thighs and began to attack and play with the sensitive areas.

Woo... um um... um... ha AhAh... just touch there... so anxious...

The devil's moan began to become depressed with the attack on the thighs of No. 9's right hand. Perhaps she, who is the devil, will still feel ashamed of making too slutty moans.

The girl's body twisted slightly, as if she was about to escape, and No. 9 also understood the essence of the Demon King, so she said to AO in a whisper:

You are so beautiful, everywhere.

Sweet words... AO seemed to dislike this kind of flirting. She curled her lips and then said to No. 9: Just do it, I won’t run away.

No. 9's hand directly stroked the secret peach garden protected by silk material, soft, tender and attractive. The labia feels soft, but pressing it hard will touch the slightly hard pelvic bone.

The fingers moved, and the outline of the labia was depicted through the underwear and pantyhose.

No. 9 could use his fingers to confirm how tight this honey hole was. It was still a thin line that made people think, but at this time it was already stained by lust. The love juice oozed out of the white underwear, wetting the precious and luxurious pantyhose. When your fingers touched the wet position, you could feel the smoothness of the liquid, and you could also feel the stickiness of the liquid when you raised your fingers. This feeling made No. 9 very exciting. While playing with the Demon King's breasts, he began to constantly search for the source of joy at the top of the Demon King's vagina according to his previous memories of dealing with women. The thing called the clitoris could be found without much effort. No. 9 licked the buds on the Demon King's chest, while rubbing the foreskin containing the joyful honey beans through the slender fabric.

The secretion of love juice became increasingly overflowing with the massage of No. 9 and the uninterrupted stimulation of the nipples. The honey furrow between the girl's thighs was quickly filled with a slippery feeling, and the reaction given by AO was becoming more and more cute. She subconsciously wanted to clamp her thighs, but because she once said that she could do whatever she wanted, she had to force herself to give up her reserve.

It's also a strange thing. Because of the need to replenish semen, the Demon King had experienced more than five men before, but he still felt shy when he was massaged into the secret place. Until now, she was still not used to being touched by the body. No. 9 glanced at the Demon King's fair skin, and a layer of shallow goose bumps appeared on it, and his body was trembling gently. This reserve made No. 9 fascinated.

Lord Demon King, you are so awesome, you are so beautiful...

No. 9 praised sincerely while increasing the force between the demon king's thighs. The fingertips kept drawing circles around the demon king's vagina. It no longer just stimulated the area near the clitoris, but corresponded to the girl's massage of different tactile feedbacks to different places, bringing the same strong stimulation to different positions. No. 9 was doing this while listening to the demon king's voice.

Ha Ah…Woo…Gum…

The man finally calmed down his mind while playing with it, began to recall his mission, and at the same time, he tried wholeheartedly to let the devil show the side of the girl. He pressed AO with two fingers to try to lift or retreat because of the desire to escape, and kept rubbing and playing with the edge of the labia, not wanting the devil to adapt to the feeling of being massaged by the clitoris. This alien believer who had endured for many years began to show his fangs. The continuous playing made the devil tremble all over and let out a touching moan.

Woo...your fingers...haha...ah...so amazing...finger...gu...a little slower...

The girl shyly wanted to slow down the stimulating delivery speed of No. 9, who had calmed down, had fully understood the Demon King's thoughts. Although such happiness and stimulation might be really unprecedented, the Demon King must not intend to stop it. She also felt comfortable, and her constantly twisting toes and her uneasy body proved this.

Demon King Ah, the immortal demon King Ah, you are just a woman in the end, collapse and surrender in happiness.

Today I must let you learn to be a woman in orgasm again and again, and I must drain all the surging magic power on you.

Thinking of this, No. 9 stretched out his third finger, gently spread the Demon's labia with his index finger and ring finger, and then used his constantly bent middle finger to caress the Demon's exposed tender flesh, which was only separated from No. 9's hot sight, only a layer of underwear and a layer of pantyhose. Because the Demon's bottom is very tight, the middle finger needs to exert greater strength to directly touch the soft pink flesh inside. Although the stimulation of directly massage the private space inside the labia is not as exciting as rubbing the clitoris directly, this is the experience of No. 9. First give a gentle stimulation, and then suddenly a fatal blow to the most sensitive position can often bring an unprecedented comfortable experience to the girl.

AO moaned and kept twisting his delicate body. At this moment, the stimulation from the thighs and the stimulation in his chest were running side by side. There was no way to tell which stimulation was stronger for her, but she clearly understood in her heart that these two stimulations were constantly whipping at this delicate body. She had never encountered such a guy before. The eight people in front were just trembling in front of the devil's majesty, fearing, or asking for this body indiscriminately in the greed for the devil's beauty. This man was different: he was like an experienced hunter, constantly pursuing her, his prey, and cleverly forced her into the desperate situation of unavoidable pleasure.

This also made the Demon King feel a little scared: so many men before had just touched her body and inserted their penis directly, and had never teased the lust of this cold king in this clever way.

The touching of various sensitive areas made the devil feel unprecedented happiness, and this happiness also made AO feel that she was gradually losing control. She was afraid of this feeling of being captured by happiness, but in this case she could not escape.

I want to escape, knowing that I can't escape, and I'm a little curious about this kind of happiness.

All of this made the great immortal demon king fall into trouble, and finally found a reason to excuse herself: all of this was for the ministers around her to avoid being slaughtered by her, so she gradually let go of her body, restrained her shyness that subconsciously wanted to escape, and began to cater to the play of this man who didn't even know his name.

Hah...AhAh...

With a few moans, the devil's body relaxed.

The accumulation of pleasure became more and more vivid, and the stimulation became more and more intense as the secret department was played with. The devil subconsciously grabbed the bed sheet under him and closed her eyes unconsciously. The stimulation of pleasure still made her feel a little at a loss. She could feel that she was about to climax, and her body would soon be defeated by such pleasure for the first time, so she opened her lips lightly and spoke to the man who was still licking her nipples:

Huwuwu... If you play like this, you will soon... I will... The devil's body is constantly hunching upwards, and the feeling will soon come. In the past, the climax that would only reach when he brutally ravaged the anus or was accidentally grabbed by his ankle, but now he is just teasing and teasing with his fingers, and has reached the edge of the extreme.

Going?Listening to the high-pitched declaration of the Demon King, No. 9 raised his head gently, and the hand that kept stroking the Demon King's thighs immediately raised. This sudden stop made the Demon King at a loss. A strange sadness rose from her lower abdomen, she was about to climax, and she could just rub it for a while, why did she stop... Why?

You... The Demon King grabbed the bed sheet under him coquettishly, and grinned at No. 9 and got angry half-truely: Are you humiliating me?

How dare you?The expression of No. 9 was no longer as cowardly as before, and he changed into the battlefield with a long-standing ease: I just think that if this is the case, it will be more comfortable to go there later. Everything is to offer the best experience to the great you, right?

You guy... are bullied so hard that your whole body is soft, and your lower body is so clear about the shouts of orgasm. The bullied demon raised his small fist and gently punched No. 9's shoulder: You are... This is bullying the king...

Want to go?Lord Demon King?

No. 9 smiled and gently retreated until his head came to the demon king's thighs wrapped in black stockings.

Hello...Don't be proud of yourself!!!

As soon as the devil was about to reprimand, No. 9's tongue suddenly attacked, licking the upper end of the devil's labia like teasing the sensitive nipples, which was exactly where the most sensitive clitoris on the girl's body was.

The experienced No. 9 seized the moment when the devil's willpower was slightly relaxed, and gave the stronger stimulation to the high demon king through the contact of the rough tongue coating. At the same time, he grabbed the waist of the devil's pantyhose with both hands, and while licking, he said to the devil:

Lord Demon King, please lift your butt a little and take off your pantyhose a little.

Ah... Hah... I know... The pleasure of being licked suddenly made AO's mind still blank for a short time. She subconsciously obeyed the man, supported the bed with her hands and raised her slender waist: But Ah... is not allowed to take it off all...

I have heard before that in the Demon King's cognition, it seems that presenting your feet completely naked is more shameful than exposing your pussy and buttocks.

Obey the order, my king.

No. 9 also agreed to the Demon King's request that was somewhat personalized. After pulling the Demon King's pantyhose to the bottom of his butt, the girl's body revealed all the secrets to No. 9, and AO's vagina looked extremely attractive.

Not only the slightly plump labia, the mons pubis that does not have a trace of hair and the color that makes people look even arouse appetite make No. 9 play in his heart countless times. Compared with ordinary women who have played with him in his heart, the labia will be slightly precipitated even if they have not been inserted by anyone. However, the body of this demon king seems to have come out of the painting. Not only the pussy, but there is no dull spot on his body, and even the pores are almost invisible.

This made No. 9 subconsciously sigh in his heart: This is simply a man carved from nephrite.

The closed honey lips could not see any trace of opening up to the outside world. The demon king's body trembled gently in shame. He subconsciously wanted to cover his hands between his thighs and was pressed on the mattress by No. 9. No. 9 gently pushed away the demon king's labia, leaned down and looked closer to observe the situation inside the labia. In the pink vagina structure, a small hole that was almost invisible was located at the lower end of the urethral opening. There was a thin flesh membrane in front of him blocking it, which was the proof of the demon king's purity.

Lord Demon King is really a virgin.No. 9 tapped the film with his finger: I thought the devil who had been with 8 men had been completely developed.

That kind of thing is not!The devil argued hurriedly: Don't confuse me with that kind of lowly woman... My body will not be easily handed over to anyone, and allowing you to go to bed is just to better devote yourself to state affairs...

In other words, this film is the bottom line of Lord Demon King?

No. 9 asked this in his heart, thinking about whether to directly break up the devil's position today. However, even if he wanted to do this, he had to make the devil cum to the point where he had no time to think about other things.

No. 9, who had this understanding, started his own actions again.

This time, he directly covered his entire mouth on the devil's pubic pubic. In the devil's moan, he kept licking the gap full of honey, allowing the saliva and the love juice between the devil's thighs to apply the devil's veins to the devil's veins. While savoring the sweet nectar that was completely different from the woman next to him, he was thinking about how to make the devil's first climax. Finally, he chose to use his tongue to push the tender flesh on the devil's clitoris and pick out the soft, wet and slightly smooth little bean. The clitoris had become hard, which proved that the devil was already in a good state, so No. 9 took advantage of the victory and bit the honey bead with his teeth.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo wYou guy... your mouth is so cunning...

The Demon King let out a whimper after another, and it could be seen that she had reached the edge of orgasm. The intense pleasure made the girl's skin tremble. This time, No. 9 was ready to make the Demon King climax, so his tongue rubbed the girl's honey beans at high speed like he treated his nipples. In the endless flushing of pleasure, AO soon felt the impact of happiness again, which was more intense than the last time and faster than the last time. This time the man did not let her expectation fade again. As the man's flexible tongue continued to scratch the sensitive bean with the rough tongue coating, and even penetrated into the tight peach garden, the stimulation became more and more uncontrollable in the hole, and then was sent to the brain one after another. Under the sophisticated stimulation of No. 9, the Demon King finally reached the first orgasm tonight in a high-pitched whine sound.

Woo... I'm going... I'm going!!!

The slender waist suddenly arched, and the girl's body trembled violently.

The devil's brain was so stimulated that it was so empty that it could not care about the devil's reserve, and moaned and whinelessly. At the moment of the devil's orgasm, No. 9's tongue was pressing against the vagina of the devil's vagina. At the moment of the orgasm, the devil's tightly clamped pussy almost sucked No. 9's tongue in, which made No. 9's tightening of the devil's vagina even more fascinated by the tightness of the devil's vagina. At this moment, he raised his body, looked at the white-haired devil who was red in his face, gasping for a slight breath and exhaling like orchids, and secretly made up his mind to completely possess this perfect body tonight, and then suck the existence with huge magic power dry.

The Federation of Humanity belongs to Manchester Plains, Sate City, Rotten Leather Shoes District

Isli looked at the enemy who was rushing up calmly. In front of the alien beast's tentacles and the alien soldiers who were drawing their swords to chop at her, her eyes were quiet. She could not see her true face with a thick veil, but the brilliant sparks blooming in the eyes of the pair showed what kind of hell this girl had experienced.

As a creature summoned to this plane, she can be called a trump card of Ares. The order given to this summoning object is: to guard the block and protect the city from those disgusting enemies as much as possible.

So Isli stood here just like standing in front of those heroes in the past.

The fluttering black hair seemed to have no vitality, a little dry and a little dark, but this did not prevent her from saving her world, nor did it prevent her from responding to the call to come here to fight the powerful enemies and protecting this city that was somewhat similar to her original world style. The task she received was to defend this street and take the two thousand soldiers behind her to resist the attack of the enemy like a tide in front of her. For her, who is not good at group combat, this task is not uncommon, but Isli is not afraid of any challenges, so she carried the huge broadsword that was completely incompatible with her body shape and stood with the soldiers behind her.

The long sword swept past like a strong wind.The girl's slender figure was like a ghost in the black shadow, half walking through and killing.

Cut off the tentacles that were slashing over, block the arrows that were shot, catch the slashes of the monsters, and then find an opportunity to counterattack.

The soldiers fought desperately with the enemy under the encouragement of Isli. They were all fearless and used all their lives to learn in the battle.

But facing those alien soldiers who were much taller than them, the garrison in Seit City still seemed a little powerless. Although everyone was fighting to the death, the gap in numbers was really desperate, let alone explain the fact that two soldiers were needed to barely kill a special alien soldier.

do not be afraid!Isli shouted and waved the giant sword in her hand, and each swing would take away a small piece of alien beast's life.

Having said that, the arrows shot by the archers were also very difficult to resist. The enemy occupied the commanding heights, and from the roof to the streets were almost covered with all kinds of enemies. This situation was almost a desperate situation for Isli to escape immediately, but Isli still held on. Her body was fragile and could not withstand too many attacks, so she had to prolong the time when the fire of her life was burning and take away as many enemies as possible before she burned it out.

Drink AhAh!!

The horizontal sword blocked the attack that was slashed from the top of his head and glanced at his opponent: this monster with a pair of shrinking bat wings was not a powerful opponent to it.

Thinking of this, Isli exerted force with both hands and pushed away another giant sword blocked by her giant sword. Although her body was slender, Isli's power was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Under the attacks that were slashing at her, she still held weightlessly. If she was not so powerful in the original world, her combat ability would be at a disadvantage when facing multiple enemies, but in the original world, she also had the ability to resurrect where the bonfire was.

Now that Isli, who has crossed the barrier of time and space, has come to this world no longer has the ability to resurrect, and is naturally given a stronger combat power.

Draw the sword, sweep, and chop.

The enemy fell to the ground, but only eliminating two or three enemies was insignificant to the current battle situation.

She took a deep breath, then took a few steps back, and the sword in her hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by the flashing flames.

The cursed immortal... As the bearer of the masterless soul, she can learn almost all the fighting skills in the world, whether it is the dazzling sun miracle, gorgeous weapon fighting skills, or the terrifying abyss dark technique, and cursive magic.

f dep fire……

The dark flames filled the sky, clearing all the enemies around her who wanted to pounce on her in an instant.

As a body that lives with fire and as the last ashes... controlling the dark flames seems to be more suitable for the current situation than lifting weapons.

Adventurer!

At this moment, Isli was breathing and preparing to fight the next group of rushing enemies, Isli's body was pushed away by a Sate City soldier.

A sound of breaking through the air passed through Isli's ears, and at least four arrows were inserted into the soldier's back, and there was also a terrifying wound cut by a long sword, even his armor was broken.

……Why.

In surprise, Isli expressed her doubts that there was no need to sacrifice her life to save her. After she died, she would return to her original world to continue her life, but the people in this world only had one life, and if they die, they would die. Unlike the cursed immortals... For ordinary people, life is still a very important thing.

Adventurer... sir... cough cough... The soldier immediately vomited a mouthful of blood. The young man looked pretty and didn't look old at all.

Just now, I was still a dragon spirit and tiger fierce look ready to fight hard at any time, but in a blink of an eye he was already angry:

I want to... protect my home...but...but...soldier gasped for a while: Sorry...I...I'm too weak...I want to be like you...but I...ah cough...you're much more powerful...you survive...you can protect...my...home...please...my home...my...my...

The soldier stopped talking, and Isli did not make any more noise. She pushed away the soldier's body and slowly stood up, straightening her veil.

She didn't speak or promised her.

For some reason, looking at the dead person's body, she remembered the bulky, fat knight.

Promise such a thing is so heavy that she can't bear it, but the death battle is something she can do.

The scene was too chaotic and could not continue to use magic. It seemed that I could only use a sword to cut to the end.

Isli judged the situation in front of her, and felt a terrified heart. She took out the big sword from the void and held it in her hand. Facing the dirty existence she had never seen before, she was majestic and completely different from the style of all other creatures.

At this moment, Isli was surrounded by the enemy but was not afraid at all. In the enemy's swords and guns, she started to spin like a windmill, and the big sword also rotated with her rotation.

A grand steel storm broke out with this woman as the center. The enemies around her could not get close to her, and as long as they approached, they would be split in half immediately.

After she withdrew the sword, she immediately took advantage of the inertia of the sword and rolled forward in the enemy formation with an indecent but extremely effective movement. The whole movement was flowing. Isli appeared behind the enemy in a blink of an eye, slashing down the giant sword, and scars almost cut them in half appeared behind at least three alien soldiers. Isli's fighting style sometimes opened and closed, sometimes erratic. When dealing with multiple targets, she was always able to complete an attack that was no different from assassination in a dignified battle with her strange steps and successfully kill the enemy.

This is what her kind of people teach her.

Compared to those terrifying monsters, in that world where even time and space are still chaotic... Sometimes, the same kind is a more dangerous existence.

For the flames of the embers and for each other's goals, they saluted each other in the desperate world, and then fought at any means.

ha!

After dealing with the enemies around him, Isli burst out with extremely strong bounce ability and jumped onto the roof while stepping on a wooden cargo box. The archers could not have thought that Isli would raid to the roof at such a fast speed, so they didn't have time to prepare for the enemy.

The great sword disappeared again, replaced by a dagger with a blood-red light.

A cold light flashed, and the short alien archer's vital point was pierced in an instant.

Then, with the flowing slippery steps, Isli flew like fallen leaves, harvesting the enemy's life.

Speaking of which... she still remembers that in the original world, the immortal body did not have such a flexible jumping function... However, being summoned to another world can also be understood.

The heavy sword slashed, the light sword cut, and the long sword attached to the flames of other soul weapons easily cut the enemy's body.

In a fleeting opportunity, she even took out a crossbow, and at the moment, the crossbow became a bow that was even bigger than her body, rough, as if the arrows used by giant soldiers were vented like waves.

This is a malicious battle method that even the cursed undead people don't want to use, but at this moment, it seems just right for these monsters.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes, forty minutes.

The body carrying Chuhuo Yu Yan no longer has rigid energy restrictions. As long as she is still burning... she can continue to squeeze out the power in her soul and body.

Isli had guarded this street for nearly forty minutes. During these forty minutes, the garrisons of Sate City composed of ordinary people were also constantly consumed. They were not Isli, so they would naturally lose at a very fast speed in such a battle. Isli tried to save it, but still could not stop the young life from dying in front of her. The cruelty of the battlefield was beyond everyone's imagination. The unequal hand-to-hand combat with less to more almost made these soldiers cut off all futures the moment they stepped onto the battlefield.

There are two thousand people, one thousand five hundred, one thousand, four hundred, two hundred, one hundred, ten, one person.

Eventually, Esli ended up fighting alone. Her forehead was cut and blood fell from her forehead, soaking her veil. Her arms and thighs were also cut into cracks. Small injuries were everywhere, and there was a huge gap between the enemy and us, but she was still fighting.

The familiar pain seemed to awaken the girl's ferocity, and the hair covered in blood was flying like a burning flame.

The next moment, the flying arrows passed by her eyes, shooting down the blood-red veil.

If Isli hadn't reacted extremely quickly, the one who was shot through at this moment was her head.

There were still a few arrows piercing through her body on her petite body at this moment, but despite this, she was still fighting.

At the moment when the ugly monsters flew out, Isli took out the familiar dark green bottle and drank the golden liquid in it in big mouthfuls.

The pain that was enough for the ordinary warrior to faint did not interfere with her movements at all. Although the blood was still flowing down from the arrows inserted into her body, she continued her battle with great grace.

Not enough...it's still a long way to go.

There was no even the madness of killing in the crimson eyes.There was only a dead indifference, as if it was an indifference to freeze death, and... the flames beneath it, the flames burned to death.

In the past, even if I had five or six dragon hunting arrows inserted into my body, I would still roll around to fight. Now... it's just this level.

The girl roared, and hammered the alien warriors who tried to ignore her through the receiving end of her into meat sauce with a huge hammer with cold air.

The bitter cold emanated from the sharp hammer tip, covering the streets covered with corpses and blood with a layer of mourning frost.

The alien soldiers were shocked by this bravery and did not dare to step forward again, but the archer and the magician stood in two rows at her twenty steps away. The archer was in front and the magician was behind. Isli suddenly felt something was wrong. She picked up the giant sword and charged forward, but it was too late. The bow and arrow shot a volley with magic light, sweeping towards the extremely slender girl.

！！！

Locked by such a comprehensive attack in the narrow street, Isli knew that she had no chance of avoiding it, so she turned around and threw the giant sword in her hand with the help of centripetal force. The giant sword flew into the enemy formation in a rotating manner, and once again cut off the heads of countless enemy soldiers.

Correspondingly, dozens of bows and arrows and many brilliant magic tricks also fell on the woman's body at the same time. The explosion of smoke and dust dissipated. Isli knelt on the ground with a thud. The blood almost wrapped the woman's body. Her hands were supported on the ground, gasping for difficulty. The arrows and magic undoubtedly brought fatal damage to her who was not strong enough, and the dried-out element bottle seemed to be declaring her end.

Only a few seconds later, Esli's pupils spread, and her head that had been trying to raise also slowly dropped.

Dead... Even though Isli looked dead at this moment, the surging monster army seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Even these fearless monsters looked at the girl's terrifying body and looked like they were afraid.

Unlike those humans who seem to be prey and lambs... this existence is, in essence, a real monster that is even more terrifying than them.

Even monsters known for their sexual desires, no one humiliated his beautiful body like before.

The magicians had already begun to accumulate energy and wanted to completely destroy Isli's body, but... incomparable Mars had already floated in the air.

Reincarnation, reincarnation again and again, death, destruction, reincarnation that even time is twisted... Isli still remembers every friend and enemy of her, but in the hundreds of times, the curse of the immortal and the abyss magic engraved in her body have long wiped out her humanity.

The living... only the remaining ones, cursed ones, cannot become the king's ashes.

But even so, she had an agreement that she cared about, and it was this kind of fire that made her destroy her body with her own hands, cut off the cycle and witness the new life.

She... has never been a good person or a hero.

If you want to say it, it should be a demon.

The demon who went to kill the heroes and burned them to death with their souls and bodies... personally tore the world of one person to pieces, just for the flames.

It turns out that's the feeling.

She whispered in a voice that no one could hear.

She still remembers the source of the clothing on her body: it was in that cold world, when she pierced the blade through the nun's body again and again, and finally she took it off after watching the other party and the priest snuggle and die.

That was the time when she destroyed the other person's world... Isli couldn't remember it.

However, she seemed to have tasted the other person's feelings a little in that already extremely numb feeling.

It's the feeling of fighting to protect something.

Isli, who was burning with the enthusiasm of war, stood up again. The star-splashed light of the fire when the fire burned wrapped around the slender body. She was supposed to be shot into a piercing hedgehog and got up again. The black nun suit was burning with her skin, and even the dry hair became the fuel of flames. The woman's figure actually gave people an extremely majestic feeling at this moment.

There are no living people here, and no one will record this battle belonging to Isli. Even except Ares, no one knows Isli's name, but sometimes, glory will be crowned on those nameless heroes.

The woman stood in a complete posture, and at some point two black sickles appeared in her hand.

That is... a weapon she practiced with the soul of a "friend" and one of the weapons she is best at.

Ashes are in pairs, and the torch is rekindled.

But this time, it was herself who burned like a flame.

There was no one around her, but her battle was not over yet.

Isli pulled her stance away, bent her knees and jumped directly into the alien beast and alien soldiers who were rushing up. The two sickles were used in her hands in a superb way. At this moment, it was no longer just a farm tool for harvesting wheat.

This long-handled weapon with characteristics is a veritable life harvester. At this moment, the collectors fell to the ground one by one like mowed grass. The enemy who harvested life by her will be permanently taken away. The dirty souls of the alien soldier and the noble souls of the deceased will be collected by Isli to be used as the fuel for the first fire of that world.

Ice and fire coexist in the girl who is like the sun, like the most proud dancer, Isli shows off her power as the god of death.

clang!

The alien in black armor held a black steel sword and slashed at Isli, who was already red-eyed. Isli raised his sickle to resist and confronted the enemy elites at the first time. She was not afraid nor afraid. Isli, who had extremely excellent combat skills, had already been able to face various battle situations skillfully. At this moment, she could avoid almost all attacks with ugly rolling movements, and transfer to the enemy's back with ghostly steps, sending an extremely heavy blow to the enemy general who had no time to react.

The sharp blade pierced the general's body in an instant, along with the black armor and the organs, and then pulled out with the gushing blood.

The other alien soldiers also took the opportunity to go around Isli while fighting with her elites, preparing to cross this street, but Isli would not allow it. Her mission was to not allow any enemy to pass through this street, so she kicked the enemy's elite away and rushed towards the alien soldiers who wanted to bypass her at an extremely fast speed, continuing the massacre work.

For alien soldiers who do not have strong individual combat capabilities, Isli is the living god of death.But for the elite warriors of alien stars, Isli's distraction at this time gave him the biggest flaw.

Before he could turn around to fight, Isli was directly pierced through his left chest by the sword of the alien elite. His already fragile body fell to the ground in an instant when he was stabbed by the sword. Isli coughed and spit out a large mouthful of blood, holding the sickle as if he didn't want to let himself fall down, but no matter how strong the willpower is, it cannot resist the fire of life being blown out. Isli fell down, and the sickle in his hand fell to the ground.

Sure enough... really, I don't like to use one-to-many Ah.

Inexplicably, even his soul began to be dazed, Isli remembered the moment when she first stepped onto the high wall. The ignorant and ignorant girl was forced to roll around the ground by several big skeleton dogs, and finally bitten to death.

It's really like... now.

But she is no longer the same person she used to be.

The alien elite who had already withdrawn their swords and was about to leave were surprised to find that the burning flames on the fallen Isli were becoming more and more fierce, making people unable to see them.

The fire was not strong, but it had an extremely dazzling light, as if it could burn the sky. In the fire, Isli, who should have died on the spot because her heart was penetrated, stood up again.

The fighter from another world shook his body and stood firmly in the surprised gaze of the alien swordsman. The nun's robe was about to be burned to death just now, but he still couldn't see her body until now. Before her first death, she could still see her pale arms, and now everything about her has become no longer visible.

When the fire surrounding her disappeared, the aliens were surprised to find that the black armor that came from somewhere had already covered Isli's whole body. Her right hand was holding a burning red spiral sword. Unlike the black armor of the aliens' elite black armor, Isli's armor seemed to be covered with scorch marks by countless fires. Under the helmet, Isli's eyes seemed to no longer exist in Isli's eyes. Perhaps it was the entrusted by the soldier who died on her last mortal. Even though Isli suffered fatal injuries twice, she could still stand up again in the strongest posture, and she became more and more courageous in the battle.

Is this what the king bears? It's okay.

The bright red eyes were already filled with flames. At this moment, Isli, under the blessing of the embers of the first fire, was the strongest moment that He could achieve.

The power of the Fire King burned her soul and her soul almost instantly, just waiting for the return to the flames again and resurrection.

The alien's necromancer also arrived at the battlefield. The magician who could fight with Athena definitely had great strength, which made Isli fall into a greater passiveness. The unreasonable Isli seemed to not take the two black armored human figures at all. The prey in her eyes was only the alien beasts and alien soldiers who wanted to pass through her. The spiral sword pierced the enemy's chest again and again, and blocked the attack with the burning sword body again and again.

The alien swordsman rushed up again. This time Isli's fight, her power was stronger than the last time, and her moves were even more fierce than before. The spiral sword left a brilliant trajectory in the air. Isli's offense was like a storm and magnificent. She dodged the enemy's attack in a rude but extremely effective way and seized the gap of counterattack. In the confrontation, Isli only took five or six rounds to gain the upper hand. If it weren't for the necromancer's harassment, Isli might have been able to damage the opponent again.

She did not retreat, even though the magic and arrows hit her body again and again.

Isli was still fighting with instinct, with spiral shattering and fiery attacks. The attacks made alien soldiers fall in pieces, but they could never kill the mage and swordsman in front of them. Every time the magician could give the swordsman the most timely support. At the same time, the swordsman's slashing aimed at her gap in dodging magic. But now Isli no longer has the concept of the victory or defeat of the battle and whether she can survive. The fighter only had a burning fighting spirit in his mind.

She let out a roar like a wild beast, moving around and dodging the enemy's attack, while looking for an opportunity to counterattack. She struggled forward and fought to the death. The spiral sword and the opponent's long sword collided with a tingling iron sound. Finally, in a dodge against the magician's attack, she grabbed a gap and the magician's gap.

Roll forward, get up, step forward, and take action from the spiral sword!

She had no time to consider whether the Necromancer would feel shocked, nor was she going to consider the consequences after this stab. In short, at this moment, the burning spiral sword directly stabbed the Necromancer's chest. Isli roared. The Necromancer's armor seemed to have been specially made, with a strong courage to be invulnerable. So Isli ran forward like a bull, pressing the magician against the edge of the spiral sword, and running wildly to knock the Necromancer onto the thick wall. With a click, the spiral sword pierced the chest of the Necromancer's armor and directly penetrated the Necromancer.

At the same time, the attacks of alien swordsmen also followed one after another.

The long sword directly broke through Isli's armor and pierced Isli's neck.

The sword edge entered from the right side and came out from the left side, and blood gushed out again, and Isli's remaining soul consciousness also understood that she had fulfilled her responsibilities. She looked at the alien's swordsman proudly and staggered for two steps. The swordsman probably didn't expect that Isli could still stare at it with such eyes when he was pierced through his neck. Fear made the alien take two steps back, and Isli pulled out the black iron sword from his throat, stabbed it again on the already exasperated alien magician. Then she softened her knees and knelt on the ground, and with a sound of a plop, the heavy armor made a panic sound.

Together with the dried flesh below her, she began to gradually turn into flying Mars.

The mission is completed... I hope you can succeed...

As a summoner of Ares, Isli cut off her vitality in a few breaths, and blood mixed with sparks seeped out of her helmet. The warrior who shoulders the responsibility of protecting the world in another world died in a head-on battle with alien stars, but until the end, no one knew what she was thinking, and no one knew what kind of mental journey she had before fighting until shed the last drop of blood. Only know that such a tragedy is simply common in the battlefield in Sate City today.

Every soldier in Seit City burst out with the courage and will to use his life to block the enemy. Perhaps because of this, the alien soldiers who should have invaded the city of citizens were delayed for nearly two hours before they arrived at the center of Seit City. Magic and fire engulfed this historic city. Tears and blood reflected the color of the sky. Each soldier used his own life to write his own heroic epic, but even though the soldiers were in their hands.The sword was enough to penetrate the enemy's chest. Even though every man and woman were strong enough to swallow fatigue and despair, the enemy's offensive was still endless, and the number of enemies was still like a tide. The spreading despair was so aggressive that it seemed to swear to crush all the persistence that seemed childish and ridiculous to them. The alien soldiers rushed to the center of the city, swearing to annihilate all the lives of the city.

The elites of Gaia firm were fighting against the enemy in the city. Whether it was Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, Hephaestus and the originally exhausted magicians, they all tried their best on this land, but in the end they were forced back to the last line of defense in Sate by the approaching enemy.

Behind them were the residents of Sate City who were trembling and ready to leave from a century-old secret passage through the Hawthorne Valley.

Fight!Zeus wiped the blood from the blade with his arms.

The Federation of Humanity belongs to Manchester Plains Hawthorne Valley

Tiamat's existence is no different from the avatar of doomsday for the alien soldier.

As an apostle of God, as an existence given by God the power to destroy a city, as the winged clan created with God's hair, the power she can use can completely make her another god in this world.

Too many alien soldiers were bombarded into shatters of light before they could see the girl's entity.

Nothing could touch her directly, and no attack could hurt her. She held Eleo and cast spells with one hand without chanting spells. Every spell used could have a much lethality greater than Hera and Aphrodite.

But facing the complex terrain and the enemies hidden in every corner, Tiamat had to make some sacrifice: almost all the forests in the Hawthorne Valley were bombarded into white land by magic, and the monsters turned into charred corpses in pieces.

It will take about hundreds of years for this valley to regain the lush green trees that were a few days ago, but the soldiers of alien stars will no longer be seen.

Tiamat's style of conduct is a type of killing all the things. Although she has always cared about Elio's physical condition, she speaks softly and is gentle to the man in black robe who stabs her, she has never shown mercy to the aliens.

She chased the remaining hundreds of alien armies all the way to the alien gate, killing them all with magic and then smashing the alien gate in Hawthorne Valley.

After everything was handled, Tiamat returned to the outdoors and let the breeze without the smell of alien beasts blow the elf's body again.

She knelt down and held Eleo in her arms, not caring that Eleo still had dirty alien body fluids on her body, as if she was holding a baby who had just been born, her eyes were filled with heartache and kindness. She gently stroked Eleo's smooth hair, and her fingertips occasionally passed Eleo's sharp ears, and the soft light lingered beside Tiamat. The scene looked warm, quiet and peaceful.

You have suffered, the little creature that the Lord is attached to.Tiamat's voice was as gentle as water.

Uh...AhAh...Woo...Woo...Woo...

Elio seemed to be still conscious. After listening to Tiamat's words, she struggled to spit out a few syllables of unknown significance. After confirming that there were no enemies around her, she started crying weakly as if she had relaxed all the pressure, but at this moment she was in a state of dying and had no strength to cry.

She was so scared that she felt severe pain in her lower body and wanted to vomit whenever she thought of aliens or even men.

Endless humiliation completely destroyed the will of this pity elf and left a deep knife on her soul. She was sad and aggrieved: She clearly pursued the dogma of helping others in her life. Although she was a little cold to humans and was not good at socializing, no one told her that she would be so retribution for such a great retribution when communicating with others in a cold manner?

Why is she the only one who is treated so cruelly, and why is she the only one who is suffering such pain?

Elio asked hard in her heart with endless suffering and confusion, but no one answered her. Elio could also feel that her soul was becoming nothingness and that her limbs were becoming lighter.

Her weak body, her lips that were so dry that she had no trace of moisture, and the terrifying pain from the organs made Elio realize that she was going to die. Her original magic power had been drained, and she was destined to not live long, let alone the sleepless and inhuman treatment she had been forced to bear for so long.

Her life was full of disgust and absurdity in the last month. Now that it is about to end, she will fall into eternal regret and confusion.

Elio thought so and closed her eyes.

Don't sleep.

The voice of the winged clan sounded in her ears again. Elio's eyelids were already very heavy, but this sentence seemed to have absolute majesty, which really made her forcefully open her eyes slightly.

The dry lips were touched by a soft thing, as if intentionally trying to enter Elio's lips. Elio tried hard to refocus his gaze and found that Tiamat's red eyes were looking down at him gently, and the one beside him was Tiamat's nipples on the top of his plump breasts.

………

Elio was a little puzzled, Elio was very confused.

She didn't know what the apostle of God who had just exercised the power of destruction in front of her was doing now, but Tiamat's eyes were always extremely gentle, as if Eleo was really her child.

Elio, pillowing on Tiamat's arms, bathed in the holy light that lingers around her all the time, felt that she had really turned back to a baby, and the nipples that were gently poking her mouth were the only comfort and redemption she needed at the moment.

Tiamat silently mobilized the power in her body. Even if God did not hand over this ability to her in the form of an oracle, her essence was also part of God. Her vigorous vitality not only allowed Tiamat to avoid death in the most critical situation, but also allowed others to escape the inevitability of death. She could not ignore such a dying beautiful life, but she killed countless creatures in the attack just now.

This probably reflects the essence of God to a certain extent: His good and evil are vague, and what the creatures cannot understand, but they only do something that allows the creatures to feel good, and those actions are more like a temporary pleasure.

Although Tiamat was indeed given a good character by God, how much chaos is there in this kind of good intention can probably be left to Tiamat to consider himself.

Suck it, elf, I'll give you a new life.Tiamat's voice was so gentle and irresistible.

Elio, on the verge of life exhaustion, subconsciously responded to Tiamat's words and opened his mouth gently.

Elio gently bit the nipple. She hadn't tasted the softness and hardness in her eyes for more than a hundred years, and now she actually feels nostalgia.

The process of sucking the nipples was not as erotic or ashamed as it was. Everything was as natural as the necessity of life. She instinctively sucked, and Tiamat also let out a soft moan:

Ha Ah…Yes, you did it right…suck as much as possible…don’t give up, use all the last power…

Elio used all her strength to suck Tiamat's nipples. At the beginning, the nipple didn't feel anything except harder. After several sucking, something different gradually surged out of Tiamat's nipples. It was a sweet liquid that could make her recall all the delicious food she had tasted in her previous journey of life. Whether it was the first drop of dew in the morning, the clear moon spring, or the delicious grape brew, Elio was sure that this was definitely not a liquid that was harmful to her, so she sipped in big mouthfuls and swallowed the milk flowing out of Tiamat's nipples into her belly.

Tiamat also seemed to feel a hint of happiness in this process. Her face turned red slightly. The feeling of divine blood discharged from her nipples was very wonderful, which made her feel the stimulation like the electric current from her nipples to her breasts.

However, although this happiness is powerful, it will not make Tiamat let out a shameful moan to belittle her dignity. She has a clear position on herself. She is definitely not a god. The only God in the world is her supreme Lord. Connecting herself with God is the greatest negation of her life and a derogation of the supreme existence in her mind.

But her words and deeds represent the glory and majesty of God, so she must be appropriate.

The flow of milk began to increase gradually, and Elio gradually began to unable to swallow the juice in one breath. A wisp of white liquid slipped from the corner of Elio's mouth, but Elio didn't care.

As she swallowed milk one by one, she could feel the wonderful changes in her body. The painful internal organs and back, as well as the old injuries caused by being treated roughly this month, were healing, and the power was returning to her body, and this was not the full effect of her swallowing liquid. As the feeling of fullness produced by swallowing milk gradually became obvious, she could feel that her original magic power, which had already been exhausted and dried, was returning to her body.

It was a wonderful feeling.

In the years before, Elio had never experienced the existence of the original magic so clearly.

But now I feel like my body is raining when I have been drought for a long time, and my vitality is beginning to fill her body.

What is your body bound by?In silence, Tiamat stroked Elio's hair, gently informing Elio as if he had sensed something.

Then she closed her eyes and felt Eleo's physical condition carefully. After a while, she spoke thoughtfully:

So that's it, a abandoned Son of God, one of my Lord's children.It blends into one with you, but it is also using secret force to revenge you. If so, I can still help you... God's abandoned son obeys the order.

As the winged girl said this, a greater light rose from the six wings. She gathered her wings and wrapped Elio and herself in the white space made of wings.

Then, Tiamat spoke in a language that Elio couldn't understand. The language was old and complicated, and it sounded full of mystery and irresistible.

But for Tiamat, she just followed the same language as God spoke when she created her.

In the holy light, Tiamat issued an order to Elio in ancient language:

The battle between creatures, no matter what the process is, such revenge is not in line with the demeanor of the Son of God.Dragon Ah, I command you as the spokesperson of the Supreme God and no longer bother with this elf girl. I ask you to leave as the loser and fulfill your obligation to worship the winner.God will not praise your actions, but your soul will be exempted from punishment.

After that, a black light rose from Eleo's body and condensed into the shape of a dragon after leaving Eleo's body.

Elio has a very impression of this shape: this is the magic dragon Hibert, and it is the culprit who sucks her original magic power and limits her physical condition.

In the air at this moment, Hibert's figure seemed to kneel down devoutly to Tiamat, then fluttered his wings and flew upwards, and halfway through the flight, it turned into streams of light.

At this moment, Elio also realized that his body was still completely healed.

The sucking of milk is enough, and Elio does not need more moisturizing.

So she lets Tiamat's nipples open, but now

After all this was over, Tiamat pulled his nipples away from Elio's mouth, and gracefully sorted out his clothes, and said to Elio while tidying up:

Elf, I have untie the dragon clan's restraint on your magic, and you will become stronger, but I will not interfere with any of your futures from now on. We have formed a fate, but we can only end here. I don't mind you remember me, but if you forget me, you may be more satisfied.

Thank you……

Elio murmured, lowered her head again, Hibert's scales were on her body again. She timidly lifted the hem of her clothes and found that the black dragon-tooth-shaped sign located on her lower abdomen was still there.

That... I have a curse here...

Elio was a little embarrassed to speak, but she really wanted to know whether the magic of the perpetual virgin was still effective for her. Tiamat also fully understood what Elio was thinking. In fact, she had already understood what was happening in the girl's body in the exploration of Elio's body just now. In the end, the Apostle of God sighed:

So... Unfortunately, if you just accepted this seal, it could be erased by me, but this seal has taken effect on you so many times that you will subconsciously think that this seal will take effect in countless similar scenes. This proves that the influence of the dragon clan has been engraved into the depths of your soul and cannot be removed unless it is destroyed with your soul.

Tiamat shook her head as she said, and she stood up, and then Elio reluctantly stood up. Her body was no longer sad at all, and it could even be said to have surpassed her heyday. But even though that, the terrifying trauma of mental suffering still existed, and her mind was still lingering with memories that made her sick and collapsed consciousness.

But... Elio's heart was a little complicated. She understood Tiamat's words. Every time she was forced to be inserted, she would subconsciously imagine the pain of the torn film.

Being inserted will cause a layer of flesh to be destroyed, which has become aware of the same level as fire is hot and ice is cold. Even apostles of this strength cannot remove the curse, which makes Eleo feel sad, but in the end he has to accept this reality.

Another thing... Elio spoke to Tiamat, but this matter was full of anxiety. Even though he had received such great favors before, Elio still held back his shyness and asked Tiamat for his request:

She pointed her finger at Qiancaoming's body, who was still hanging from the top of the cave: Can you...resurrect her?I can do anything for you as long as you resurrect her...

Tiamat shook his head sadly: Creation and annihilation are divine powers that only my Lord can exercise. I cannot do it, nor do I have this qualification.Sorry, elf.

Your Lord... Elio expressed her long-standing doubts: Who is your Lord?

He... is a lonely and great being. He controls everything, but he is closed and unwilling to be disturbed. Elf Ah, if you think my previous help is a kind of kindness, can you promise me not to disturb my master easily?

Well... Elio's eyes became even more dim. Although she had already predicted this fact, the fact still made her feel endless sorrow. What the Tiamat said in front of her means that she really lost her only remaining close friend in this world forever.

The apostle of God is very clear, and she must accept here that her best friend is dead.

This made Elio so upset that she almost burst into tears.

But at least, I will help you give your friends a decent farewell.

After saying to Elio apologetically, Tiamat turned to look at Qiancaoming's broken body.

It's so cruel...

The Apostle of God sighed and shook his staff gently. A ray of light rose from the top of the staff, wrapping up the body of Qiancao Ming, which had already begun to decay, covered with black blood and wounds.

In Elio's somewhat dull gaze, the light gradually faded, and Qiancaoming's body changed back to what Elio remembered: his long green hair reminds people of the sunny leaves in midsummer, and his petite and delicate body was shorter than Elio.

The pointed ears always listen to the movements around you, the white and tender skin is shattered, the delicate facial features are lovely, and the mage robe embellishes this beauty even more.

This is Elio's friend Qiancao Ming.

Tiamat gently placed Qian Caoming's body in front of Elio, and then placed Qian Caoming's staff next to Qian Cao.

Looking at Elio's body, Elio knelt down as blankly as a puppet. Beside Elio, Tiamat said leisurely:

I can reverse and interfere with things at the physical level; but soul Ah...the soul is the most precious thing in the living beings. The Lord knows this, so the Lord hides his existence and does not interfere with hundreds of millions of souls too much. My existence is just a representative of the Lord's will, trying to dispel the darkness you cannot resist for you.

I get it... Thank you... Eleo murmured at the body of his friend, while Tiamat turned around and said to Eleo: Don't thank me, live your life well and be a life without regrets. What the Lord hopes to see is that you can live your own appearance.

After leaving this sentence, Tiamat slammed her wings, flew into the sky, and disappeared into Elio's vision.

And when everything returns to peace, Eleo can only look at his friend's smooth and tender body, and feels that his friend is so alive that he will open his eyes at any time.

But Elio knew that this was just the result of Tiamat's magic. Her friend had long been dead and would not wake up even if she called her again. This made Elio even more sad. She didn't even know whether Tiamat restored this body to its best or bad.

Woo... Woo... Xiaocao... Why... Woo...

Elio, who was lying on his friend's body, did the first thing he did after regaining his strength was to cry loudly.

Not only crying at the departure of friends, but also crying at my own experience.

As mentioned before, although the body of this elf has healed to an unprecedented perfect state, the scars of the soul are deep and visible to the bone.

Did the elf think of anything else he could do to Sate City besides crying?

Go and fight against those disgusting and terrifying alien soldiers?

Where should she go if she doesn't go to Sate City?

Where does it belong?

Where is your home?

What can you be considered in this world?

In my memory, those dirty giants thrust in and out in her body, repeatedly whipping her mind with pain.

The devil dragon's penis, the penis of Bolong, the adventurers of the Sate City, the soldiers, the guards, the slum tramps, the guests of the brothel, the alien soldiers, the alien monsters in the air, the genitals of the giant dog, brought her different pain and humiliation, and brought her the horrific torture of life like the years.

At this moment, it flashed back and forth in the girl's mind again and again.Let the elves come to the brink of collapse again.

Even though my body has returned to a state where I can freely travel through the troops, why can't I resist the despair brought by that feeling of powerlessness?

Thinking of this, Elio looked at Qiancao Ming's face again, knowing that she could not cry unyieldingly here all the time, so she wiped away her tears and hugged Qiancao's body.

You guy... are still so light...

Elio muttered, then buried Qiancao's body under a surviving giant tree. Her slender fingers were covered with magical brilliance, helping her dig up the soil one by one, digging out a pit that could completely put Qiancao's body in, and then filled the soil with tears. As the soil covered her friend's white face little by little, Elio's sadness was a little relieved: born in nature and returned to nature, Qiancao's life was just to embrace the spirit of nature first.

He buried Qiancao Ming's body quietly, held Qiancao's staff in his hand, and revisited the old place, searched for the place where he was violated for a long time, and finally found his own magic sword, Frost Song. Abby Ruf Steel is so tough, Frost Song is so lucky that he was not destroyed by aliens, nor by the magic spell that ruined the world.

Where can I go next?

Elio thought this in her heart, looked down at her mess, and sighed softly that there was at least one thing she could do: to clean her body.

Thinking of this, Elio left her as if she was invaded and her burying her friend's place, and walked through the valley at the speed that the elves should have, and finally found a steaming hot spring.

And Tiamat had already flew over the city of Sate.