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Dantalian also recalled the final scene during the last inheritance, and her last bit of loss vanished instantly: "Indeed, we cannot let them defile our beloved again."
Having reached a consensus, Zhuang Sen switched back to the bloodline of the Angel without rank, and the bloodline of the tall and short people dropped back to 8%. However, the knowledge gained from the inheritance did not disappear and remained crystal clear.
Then, the black screen returned, followed by the resplendent golden hall of the Lamia Heritage, and countless Lamia of different colors and sizes. And just like before, these Lamia remained motionless, like statues, completely unlike the lifelike dwarf women in the Dwarven Heritage. Johnson remained an observer, only able to gaze at Dantalian from afar.
Dantalian stood there for a while, feeling quite disappointed. She also wanted to be like Nia, holding Zhuang Sen's hand and moving forward together. But there was nothing she could do. She mustered her spirits and took a step forward, and then the scene that had caused her to retreat in such a disheveled manner last time suddenly reappeared.
All the Lamias let out wanton laughter, each displaying their unique abilities towards Zhuang Sen, who appeared before them. Meanwhile, Zhuang Sen, who was watching from the sidelines, was once again grabbed by the pure white Lamia lurking in the deepest part of the room, and his pants were pulled down.
Having just experienced the dwarven women's massive silver party, Johnson now keenly sensed the rigidity of the Lamia. They were like NPCs acting according to a program, lacking the "liveliness" of the dwarven women. He wasn't worried about ending up here again; he had already discussed how to deal with it with Dantalian.
……
On the other side, gazing at this former nightmare, Dantalian, though somewhat prepared, was still furious and immediately roared, "Stop! This is mine!!"
A red-scaled creature, Lamia, who was groping Zhuang Sen, raised its head, its blurry face seemingly curving into a smile: "Oh? The little brat is quite arrogant, isn't he? But the weak have no right to mate. If you want a man, you have to come and get him yourself—you already know this rule."
Lamia is different from the dwarves. Although it's not exactly a dog-eat-dog world, the snake woman's possessiveness and jealousy mean they can't share each other's treasures. And since they're of the same race, they easily fall for the same man. So what to do? The answer is: the weak are only fit to watch! Therefore, dealing with this situation is simple: kill!
A burst of pure white light shot out, colliding with the fiery red flames. The two Lamia, one white and one red, launched a deadly attack, showing no mercy whatsoever. Dantalian's beautiful face blazed with fury. The instant her attack missed, she switched tactics, spewing forth a cloud of dark green poisonous mist from her fiery red lips, rapidly spreading and enveloping the red Lamia. But her opponent was faster; several fireballs shot out, completely blocking Dantalian's advance, leaving her with no choice but to retreat.
But Dantalian didn't retreat. Instead, she stepped forward and charged into the fireball. The light of [Healing] shone brightly in the explosion, repairing Dantalian's injuries. The red Lamia, who was completely unprepared for this, was casting a spell and had no time to dodge. Dantalian slapped her in the face with her tail and she fell to the ground.
Zhuang Sen felt the tail binding him loosen considerably. Dantalian surveyed the area fiercely before striding proudly into the deepest part of the cave. After defeating Red Lamia, she had a sudden realization: the real Zhuang Sen was only the one deepest within!
However, she had only taken three steps when a highly venomous Lamia with dark green scales blocked her way, its snake tail even coiled around Da Zhuangsen, a blatant provocation.
The battle began, and this time Dantalian struggled a bit. Healing could restore the life she lost due to the poison, but it couldn't eliminate the poison. Fortunately, she finally won with holy magic.
Then she successfully took five more steps forward.
A beautiful and mysterious woman with purple scales, named Lamia, blocked her way.
Next came a black-scaled, eerie and ghostly Lamia.
After dealing with those who dared to covet her treasures, her Johnson, Dantalian took eight steps forward before a larger, grey-scaled Lamia blocked her way.
"Well done, but it's a shame your man looks so great!"
Although Dantalian recovered from her injuries through healing abilities after several battles, she could not recover from her mental exhaustion and the depletion of her bloodline power. She was now at her limit. Meanwhile, the gray Lamia was not only in good condition, but was also significantly stronger than the previous Lamias. Even a fully-fledged Dantalian might not be a match for her.
But that's not a reason for her to give up!
She could tolerate Zhuang Sen having other women, but she couldn't tolerate other women taking Zhuang Sen away from her!
war!
Dantalian unleashed her fastest speed, exhaling a poisonous mist from her red lips as her boneless body slumped to the side, dodging Gray Lamia's heavy punch. Then, she swung her hands, sending a holy ray straight toward Gray Lamia's face.
"Too tender!"
Gray Lamia scoffed, her snake tail shooting out like a whip, directly blocking the holy ray: "You can't even use your tail, yet you dare challenge me!"
Dantalian ignored her, quickly creating distance while raising her hands, a golden spear phantom appearing before her chest—her strongest attack spell, [Holy Spear]!
Gray Lamia looked noticeably more serious. She stopped her movement, which was about to twist her waist to catch up, and lowered her body to raise her hand in front of her. Her well-built muscles tensed up, as if she was preparing to take the hit head-on.
An absurd hypothesis popped into Dantalian's mind, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
A golden spear shot out!
Gray Lamia took a deep breath, and her enormous breasts, twice the size of Johnson's head, swelled even larger. But what was even more captivating were her arms, which instantly appeared to be coated with oil, becoming incredibly smooth and shiny.
[Mirror of Lamia: Reflects Directional Magic]
As Zhuang Sen was being drained by the pure white Lamia, the information about this ability popped into his mind and was added to his encyclopedia, causing his heart to race.
However, in the next second, the Holy Spear Technique, which had been flying straight out, tilted downwards at a 45-degree angle, bypassed the arms that were blessed by the Mirror of Lamia, and directly pierced into the lower abdomen of the gray Lamia, even penetrating through it!
"So he's mastered holy magic... well." Gray Lamia muttered to herself, head bowed, and returned to the queue.
On the other side, Dantalian was covered in sweat, her face was pale, and the luster of her scales had dimmed considerably. Just now, she had forcibly used the Holy Spear spell, a sacred spell, based on the effect of [Basic Mastery of Poison Magic]. Although it was successful, the side effects had left her completely weak, unable to even use her healing abilities.
But she didn't stop there. Despite her severe headache and exhaustion, she continued walking towards Zhuang Sen. One step, two steps, and after taking ten steps, a Lamia with red and purple scales blocked Dantalian's path.
……
"Dantrian, are you alright?"
Zhuang Sen held Dantalian tightly in his arms, her weakened state no match for the new enemy. But she refused to give up, and in the end, Zhuang Sen couldn't bear to watch any longer and took the initiative to end the inheritance.
"I'm alright, darling." Dantalian hugged Zhuang Sen tightly, greedily inhaling his breath to extinguish the images she had seen in the previous inheritance. She comforted him, "That was just an illusion, not real. Otherwise, I wouldn't have risked my life so much. If I died, I wouldn't be able to see you again, darling. By the way, guess what I got this time? You'll definitely be interested!"
Zhuang Sen ignored Dantalian's words of comfort and instead carefully examined her from head to toe, making sure there wasn't a single scratch on her perfect, voluptuous body before he finally felt relieved.
Dantalian, however, blushed from being touched and couldn't help but pout coquettishly, "Darling~"
"I'm sure I'm interested in what you just said?" Zhuang Sen said with a fake serious expression, but his little hand slipped into Dantalian's skirt and pulled aside her already soaked undergarment.
"Mmm~" Dantalian let out a soft moan, rolling her eyes at the lecherous rascal in her arms, and said haltingly, "I got a... potion recipe... that can grant the drinker... a thirty-minute... enhancement of holy magic effects~"
Dantalian clamped her legs around Zhuang Sen's arm, her body trembling slightly for a moment. Having seen too many of Zhuang Sen's erotic scenes in the inheritance, the Holy Nun had long since reached her threshold, yet Zhuang Sen had already satisfied her with just his fingers.
However, this was for the best. After being satisfied, Dantalian finally spoke fluently and quickly described the details of the [Holy Elixir] she had obtained from the inheritance.
This potion has two effects: besides enhancing holy magic for thirty minutes, it can also remove negative effects such as poisons and curses. Of course, it's not a panacea, and its effectiveness is limited, but even so, it's still an excellent potion.
At market price, a bottle of this kind of potion, which has both offensive and healing effects, costs at least sixty to one hundred gold coins! Moreover, it is always a scarce resource and is swept away as soon as it appears!
Unfortunately, although most of the ingredients needed for this sacred potion are common, there is one ingredient called "Holy Scale Fruit" that Zhuang Sen and his team have never heard of, so they can't make it now.
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Author's Note: Two parts combined, climax tomorrow!
Chapter 56: Opening Ceremony
As the sun rose, another ordinary day arrived, but for Thorn Manor, today was anything but ordinary, for it was the "sanctification day" for Zhuang Sen, as certified as a chosen one by the Church of Vengeance.
However, Zhuang Sen prefers to call it a meeting of the chosen ones. Nine out of ten of the guests coming are probably just here to join in the fun, while the remaining one is harboring a daydream of awakening their bloodline in one step—but Zhuang Sen can really make their daydreams come true.
Busy servants hurried by carrying food and wine. Long tables were set up in the courtyard and rooms, with earthenware jars filled with wine and silver platters laden with venison, roe deer, chicken, duck, fish, white bread, and honey cakes falling one after another, filling the entire manor with an enticing aroma. As a result, the kitchen had been emitting smoke since the previous night, and the hastily hired baker, dressed in a mixture of white and black, circled the oven and flour, looking like a comical clown.
Outside, the blacksmiths summoned laborers to help erect the ten sets of plate armor they had finished in the designated exhibition area, their hands clasped in satisfaction and pride. Rom Harper, meanwhile, carefully arranged the two magic iron longswords and a piece of magic iron scale armor he had painstakingly forged over this period. Eight vengeful warriors, fully armored, stood guard there intently—the value of these items was enough to buy the entire Thorn Manor.
As for the magic iron armor that Nia personally crafted, one set was on Dantalian, one set on Johnson, and one set on herself. The last set was simply placed in the main hall. The polished plate armor, illuminated by the candlelight, became the most dazzling presence in the entire main hall.
"Phew, thanks to Neil's sponsorship, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to come up with so much money to host such a respectable banquet." Zhuang Sen, wearing the magic iron plate armor that Nia had tailored for him, moved freely as he surveyed the area.
Dantalian wore a suit of scale armor, her ample bosom pushing the plates high, yet it fit her perfectly. But this wasn't just a matter of being tailor-made; as Johnson had previously requested of Nia, Dantalian's armor could change shape to fit her body, and it was for this purpose that plate armor had to be regrettably abandoned.
“Zhuang Sen, you’re wrong. That’s clearly our money,” Nia said seriously. “His money was all embezzled from Thorn Manor. It originally belonged to Thorn Manor, and now Thorn Manor is yours, so Thorn Manor’s money is your money.”
A logical genius.
Zhuang Sen wanted to pinch Nia's cheek, but after looking at the iron gauntlet, he picked her up and kissed her instead: "You're right, this was originally our money!"
As the family of three was enjoying a rare moment of peace, a figure suddenly strode in: "Zhuang Sen, long time no see. Looks like you're doing well."
Blue hair, flat chest, and an infuriating smile – Angela Leon.
"How did you come?"
Zhuang Sen's reply made Ange's smile freeze, especially since Zhuang Sen looked so serious, as if his words were not impolite at all. In fact, Zhuang Sen didn't think he was being impolite. It wasn't hard to tell who Admiral, Stroud, and Agnes were working for, so how could Zhuang Sen possibly be polite to someone who wanted to block him out?
Seeing that Zhuang Sen didn't even bother with formalities, An Jie stopped pretending: "Zhuang Sen, I'm here to talk business with you. Only I can accept your weapons right now."
"Because you blocked the roads?" Zhuang Sen brought up the subject, and An Jie nodded without fear, admitting, "That's right. Not only that, I've also persuaded the other chambers of commerce to agree on a price for you, and my offer is the highest because I can pay three less customs duties."
Anjie raised her chin slightly, looking smug.
Unable to resort to violence to overturn the table, she was confident that her operations were invincible, especially against someone like Zhuang Sen who only knew how to play tricks! Look at what he's been doing lately: distributing priceless land to farmers to win over hearts and minds, only to fail to use the opportunity to conscript them for labor, and even lowering taxes; then he went to Starry Night City to create some gimmick about being chosen by God—did he really think that would break her perfect blockade? Even if he showed everyone the superiority of his weaponry, so what? The more superior it was, the more the merchants would unite to drive down prices, because that's how they could make more profit!
Could he really be the chosen one?
What a joke! Ordinary people are one thing, but very few noble bloodlines believe in God.
Her victory is unshakeable!
Looking at Anjie, who was so arrogant that she was practically shouting "small fish~ small fish~", Zhuang Sen stroked his chin and said, "How about we make a bet? If I lose, I'll sell all my weapons to you, and you can set the price. If I win, you'll give me your merchant guild."
Ange narrowed her eyes: "Are you sure you want to gamble like this?"
Zhuang Sen retorted, "Are you scared?"
“Fine, since you insist on giving me money,” Ange changed the subject, “but you can only sell to me at my price anyway, so I’m not going to gamble.”
That brat is so cautious.
Zhuang Sen pursed his lips: "Then there's nothing more to say. I hope you brought enough money this time, otherwise you might lose so much that you have to sell your dress."
"You'd better think about how to keep your pants first," Anjie grinned, revealing her small white teeth, and turned away angrily.
……
As time passed, guests arrived one after another, and Thorn Manor became increasingly lively, but Zhuang Sen and his two companions remained leisurely.
Normally, the host of a banquet should be the one receiving the guests. But this is not an ordinary banquet, but a canonization banquet. As the chosen one, Zhuang Sen is to appear last. Therefore, the people in charge of receiving guests at the front are actually the people of the Church of the Furies, mainly Bishop Rosa and Priestess Loris.
However, the happy time was always short-lived. Soon, Priestess Loris came to the back: "Lord Johnson, Nia, Dantalian, it's about time for you to make your appearance."
At this moment, the sun is setting from midday, and the sun is still shining brightly.
Zhuang Sen led his two wives out of the room, his gleaming plate armor both handsome and stylish, successfully leaving a deep impression on the guests. However, this was not the time for advertising, so Zhuang Sen maintained his smile and made his way to the newly completed Church of Vengeance, where Bishop Rosa was already waiting.
Today she wore a magnificent robe, crimson velvet embroidered with gold trim, lifelike wasps emblazoned on her chest and cuffs, ferocious and imposing. A towering, pure white crown rested on her white hair, adorned with red and yellow gemstones, both opulent and noble. Beside her, Priestess Lolis held a silk-lined wooden tray containing a crown similar to an episcopal tiara, clearly prepared for Zhuang Sen, the chosen one.
“Johnson Leon, please come forward.” Bishop Rosa spoke with a smile, her scepter tapping slightly on the ground, silencing the slight noise inside and outside the church. Johnson stepped forward, turning to face the guests inside and outside the church, and glanced around.
He saw Lady Lydia and Lydia standing in the front row, noticed a golden sunflower in the Flor family's procession, and even unexpectedly spotted a listless bat hovering above a young girl's head. A confident smile spread across his face, and he finally noted down a few people who seemed to fit the bill best.
Bishop Rosa raised her scepter high and proclaimed: "In the name of the Goddess, I am Rosa of Aranta. Today I witness the glory of the great Goddess's agent, anointed one, miracle-maker, Johnson. If anyone wishes to question or approach, this is the time to do so!"
The shouts of the third-level bloodline awakener echoed throughout the church, causing a flurry of whispers. Most people, however, didn't want to question Bishop Rosa; there was no need, since they weren't the ones providing resources to the Chosen Ones. But they also desperately wanted someone to question him, because they wanted to know if Zhuang Sen truly possessed the hidden knowledge of the bloodline, just as Zhuang Sen himself wanted to demonstrate it now.
Fortunately, there are still more good people than bad in the world. A man with eyes that could see right through someone stepped forward and spoke righteously and sternly:
“I am Sheldon of Hamlan, and I ask you, Your Excellency Bishop Rosa, would the great goddess of vengeance possibly favor a villain who murdered his brother?”
Chapter 57: Zhuang Sen's Blessing
The man named Sheldon, dressed in a black embroidered brocade robe, wearing a green tricorn hat with feathers, and with a long sword at his waist, appeared to be an ordinary wealthy city merchant, simply upholding justice. However, the golden warrior pendant hanging in front of him revealed his true identity—the emblem of the Church of War was an armored warrior.
However, it doesn't matter if she's exposed. Rather, it's more accurate to say that Sheldon deliberately revealed his identity. Otherwise, any wealthy businessman could come out and question Bishop Rosa. Does he really think the warhammer of the vengeful female warrior isn't heavy?
Of course, even if an ordinary wealthy businessman were to raise questions today, the outcome would not change.
Zhuang Sen wore a confident smile and stared intently at Sheldon: "Mr. Sheldon, what you say makes a lot of sense. The goddess would certainly not favor a villain who murders his brother. Therefore, it is clear that I am not that kind of villain. The person I killed was a notorious villain who persecuted his own brother and attacked caravans. In the name of the goddess, I acted with the fire of revenge. What is wrong with that?"
This set of lines was prepared in advance, because Johnson's killing of Jim Leon was a huge moral stain, so it was obvious that someone would use it to attack Johnson. But isn't it just smearing someone's name? Anyone can do that.
Is Jim Leon some kind of morally perfect person?
If they really dig up their dark past, none of them will escape.
Sheldon's face darkened. Although he didn't think he could resolve the issue with this topic, he was surprised that Zhuang Sen had used the attack to boost his morale. Therefore, he simply skipped the topic and delivered the fatal blow: "If you are truly a miracle worker of the goddess, then may you bless the devout believers present?"
Zhuang Sen nodded in agreement: "Of course, but this is something the goddess revealed beforehand, and it is not a miracle that I can perform on my own."
"Ha, so that's your excuse... What?"
Sheldon had a smile on his face, having already figured out how to continue his attack on Zhuang Sen. No matter what excuse Zhuang Sen was going to use to refuse, as long as he couldn't pull off a miracle... But what did he mean by agreeing?
Zhuang Sen took out the Anawen Awakening Potion he had prepared beforehand from his pocket and waved to Hana Flor in the crowd: "Miss Hana Flor, the goddess has revealed your name and bestowed upon you your blood."
Humbled among the Flor family's ranks, Hannah Flor, as timid as a servant, stared wide-eyed, pointing tremblingly at herself: "Me, me?"
Her voice was so soft that even those around her couldn't hear it clearly, perhaps because they were used to ignoring her voice, especially at this moment. Jealousy, suspicion, and mockery—all kinds of gazes were focused on her, making her body tremble slightly, and she didn't dare to move forward at all.
Zhuang Sen looked at Dantalian, and the tall nun stepped forward, her heavy armor clearing a path, easily reaching Hana Flor. She said gently, "Miss Hana, do not worry, this is the will of the goddess, for your anger has reached the ears of the goddess."
Her meaningful words made the surrounding members of the Flor family feel somewhat guilty, and they stepped back slightly. With Dantalian's gentle reassurance, Hana finally calmed down a bit. Although she still didn't dare to look up, she at least followed Dantalian to Zhuang Sen and bowed softly: "Lord Zhuang Sen, Bishop Rosa..."
Zhuang Sen smiled, looked around, and said loudly, "You may not have heard of Miss Hana Flor, but you are probably familiar with the noble blood of the Flor family. However, the goddess has revealed that Miss Hana Flor has been granted the bloodline of the Perfection!"
Because only bloodlines of at least level three can manifest their true form, level three bloodlines are also called complete bloodlines, although this awkward scientific name is rarely used.
Zhuang Sen paused for a moment, letting his boast resonate among the crowd, before shouting again, "Ladies and gentlemen, please witness!"
All eyes were once again drawn to Zhuang Sen as he removed the oak cork and handed the green potion to Hana Flor. Some questioned whether a single awakening potion could guarantee awakening. Others, thinking themselves clever, concluded that Zhuang Sen must be collaborating with the Flor family and had probably already given Hana Flor countless awakening potions. Still others were ecstatic, especially Sheldon—he had intelligence from the Church of War and was certain that Hana Flor had only encountered Zhuang Sen once, meaning that even if Hana Flor truly possessed the bloodline, she couldn't possibly awaken successfully on her first try!
That's not bloodline!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the timid Hana reluctantly drank the awakening potion that Zhuang Sen forced upon her, holding no hope for herself. After all, she had already undergone numerous tests and taken the awakening potion for the Flor family bloodline before, but had never experienced any reaction. She thought that Zhuang Sen and the Church of Vengeance would definitely do something to fake the appearance of awakened bloodline. The reason she was chosen was probably because they had already made arrangements with the head of the Flor family. There was no need to keep it from her; she just needed to cooperate later.