Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Glendale felt dizzy and found that his mouth and nose were bleeding, his throat was swollen, he had difficulty breathing, and even standing was difficult.

A crisp voice came from the hatch not far behind the Devilclaw Monster: "Oh my god, you finally got caught! Well done, baby! I'll feed you a few more big rats later!"

This was followed by an impatient and agitated protest: "Gurgle!"

Glendale slowly raised his head.

The sky and sea were illuminated again by the electric light, and Glendale found that everything in his eyes was now double.

He vaguely saw Medusa's snake-haired, punk-style head reappear at the hatch. Above her left ear, a venomous cobra, its neck swollen like a pancake, was wriggling and strutting around. Next to her was half a head: a baby owl bear timidly peeking out its round, large eyes, cautiously watching him.

A minute earlier, while Grandel was locked in battle with Ivy Beate, Stealo secretly used his Medusa "Glasses" to spray venom at Grandel, striking him squarely in the shoulder and seeping into his bronze gauntlets. The torrential rain made Grandel oblivious to the liquid spraying on him. Unaware of his surroundings, he withstood the initial effects of the poison thanks to the superhuman strength of his troll bloodline.

This time, while Grandel was staggering backward after Raphael twisted his neck, Steo and Xiong Gu both popped their heads out of the cabin.

Steo attempted to shoot the poison again, but failed.

However, Xiong Gu pricked up its ears and raised its round, thick paws, making a "coo-coo" sound as it cast the first-tier nature magic "Breath of the Jungle." This large-scale magic creates a light mist, and those enveloped and affected by the mist will have their immunity greatly reduced, making them susceptible to poisoning and disease.

The glove sleeves still had the previous toxins on them, and the person was immediately hit.

Raphael, the Terrorclaw Monster, swung his massive claws and slammed them hard against the shield of the tower.

The massive tower shield shattered into pieces.

The Deinonychus's grappling hook possesses extraordinary destructive power against inanimate objects, comparable to that of warriors skilled at destroying weapons and armor during combat. Even a tower shield studded with adamantite cannot withstand the hook's powerful strikes.

Taking advantage of the situation, Raphael, the dinosaur, hooked onto Grandel's body and pounced on him, pecking fiercely at Grandel's head with his vulture-like head. He grabbed the red scale fragment stuck in Grandel's head and tried to pull it out.

The next second, the Terrorclaw flew over Steo and Beargo's heads and fell into the sea—Grandel spun around on the spot, and with a sudden burst of strength, threw the Terrorclaw Raphael over the deck with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Ivy Beatrice saw that below, Glendale was covering his head with his hand, staggering backward while letting out an incredibly piercing wail.

A sickly green liquid kept oozing from around the loose fragments, and even torrential rain couldn't wash it away.

Grandal's body began to shrink, and two large bulges that had appeared where his shoulder blades used to be, as if something was about to burst out, slowly subsided. This change only stopped when he let out a hundred times more heart-wrenching screams and simultaneously re-inserted the loose red scale fragments deep into his brain.

Glendale breathed heavily for a while, and his scarlet eyes regained their clarity.

He once again made a series of complex hand gestures in a rapid motion and chanted in the dragon language: "I, Hondurskiravoscusselas, humbly beseech the world, that the source of chaos may hear my voice and grant my humble wish."

Ivy Beatrice was astonished to see that this big, clumsy guy was actually using a seventh-circle arcane spell, "Limited Wish"!

Claiming to be "Hundurskilavoscusselas," he said in a hoarse voice, "Please grant me a neutralizing effect on the toxins, make me immune to all kinds of toxins, and relieve my current state of poisoning!"

The moment the magic was completed, Glendale knelt down and vomited violently, the vomit carrying a strong, foul stench of snake venom.

He regained his composure, calmly stood up, and used his left hand, now free of the tower shield, to grip his neck. With a chilling cracking sound, he turned his head and neck back into place.

This move left Steo and Xiong Gu dumbfounded.

The sound of splashing water came from beside the deck.

Raphael the Deinonychus's two claws hooked onto the port side of the ship and then climbed out of the water—Ivy Beate's "mind control" couldn't move such a heavy creature as the Deinonychus freely, but it could shorten its throwing trajectory slightly.

Grandel didn't see Raphael the Feral Dinosaur, or anyone else.

He grabbed Stewart by the neck and yanked her out of the cabin entrance. Stewart screamed and glared at Glendale with a "petrifying gaze," her head spitting out venomous snakes that seemed to bite Glendale's hands and arms.

But all of this was in vain.

"Give me my scales."

Glendale's scarlet eyes stared at her closely, his hot, fiery breath brushing against Medusa's face.

"Or I'll turn you to ashes."

Steo dared not move.

Her face turned pale, and she stammered, "Oh my god, big brother, let's talk this out! Please don't go down the path of crime—"

Glendale squeezed her throat.

Steo painfully lifted one foot and pointed repeatedly to his boot.

Glendale slung the scythe back over his shoulder, grabbed her boots and yanked them off, revealing her snow-white toes.

Then he brought the boot close to his face and peeked inside. His nose twitched involuntarily, his bumpy face scrunched up, and he turned away in disgust.

Glendale turned his boots upside down and shook them hard, causing the contents to spill out onto the deck with a clatter.

One of the red scale fragments, each about the size of two palms, caught Ivy Beatrice's eye.

“You’re lucky,” Glendale’s ugly face twisted into a bizarre smile. “Today, Hondurskilavoscus Selas is in a good mood. Hondurskilavoscus Selas has been reborn.”

He casually tossed Steo back into the cabin and bent down to pick up the red scale fragment.

In the shadows of the bow deck, a glint of light flashed in the emerald vertical pupils.

Red scale fragments suddenly flew up from the deck, and Glendale missed his target.

Caught off guard, Glendale could only watch helplessly as the red scale fragment soared into the air, transforming into a beam of red light that flew toward the top of the mast of the three-masted sailing ship.

Upon acquiring the Red Scale, Ivy Beatrice's first reaction was to throw it far away.

These scales are accompanied by terrifyingly high temperatures; holding them is like holding the most intense flame!

On the trimaran, Glendale's bloodshot eyes glared at Ivy Beatrice, who held a fragment of red scales atop the mast.

He roared and leaped towards the three-masted sailing ship, almost reaching the deck. He dug his fingernails into the hull of the bow and, using both hands and feet, quickly climbed onto the deck.

He scrambled up the mast in no time and yelled at Ivy Beatrice, “Give it to me!”

"who are you?"

Ivy Beatt ignored him and stared at him, asking, "Hyslatti, or Demogorgon?"

Grandel, exuding the aura of an evil dragon, paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into thunderous laughter, doubled over as if he were about to laugh himself to death, "I know, I know... You too, you too! You also devoured the orb!"

Ivy Beatrice had never seen such a complex expression on a face: regret, greed, rage, sadness, fear, and deep-seated murderous intent.

Glendale laughed and laughed, but his gaze fell on the broken red scale in Ivy-Beate's hand, and his laughter turned into a wail.

"I'm not that damn two-headed baboon! I'm just a stupid idiot who's been blinded by the devil's promises, one of those that are as common as you in the world... And you, you don't seem to be much smarter than me."

“I am a dragon, I was a dragon, I should have been a dragon!” he cried. “I am the supreme fire tyrant, the red dragon Hondurskiravoscusselas, the ruler of eleven cities on the north coast!”

"But that damned jewel, it bewitched me, corrupted me, and made me grow a second head, a head with its own consciousness! Then it took over my body and stole all my followers!"

The crying turned into laughter, and the laughter turned into crying again.

Ivy Beatrice took a slight step back; Glendale, who called himself the Red Dragon, appeared to be in a highly unstable mental state.

"If those three hadn't cut me down, I would still be forever trapped in the cage of my own body that it had confined for me... I must thank those three, yes, thank them for giving them fire and destruction!"

"And you, yet another fool who devoured the jewel. When you grow a second head and gain another consciousness... then you will no longer be yourself, but forever its shadow and clone!"

Chapter 92 Gifts and Thanksgiving

"Give me back my scales."

Glendale, who called himself the Red Dragon, impatiently stretched out his hand to the silent Ivy Beatrice. "This thing is useless to you. It can't counteract the pollution that Demogorgon has caused you."

Ivy Beatrice did not respond.

She used her spirit to touch the scalding, broken red scales in her hand. The lingering magical fluctuations on the scales reminded her of a necromancy spell, "The Soul Jar."

She asked, "What are your plans next?"

Glendale narrowed his eyes.

“If what you say is true,” she looked at him and said, “you were beheaded, you relinquished your body, but you also broke free from Demogorgon’s control and regained your true red dragon self. So what do you intend to do next? Take revenge on Demogorgon? Return to your northern territories to reclaim your red dragon body?”

If that's the case, perhaps this red dragon could form a temporary alliance—

“I see, you have a good eye, female human!” Grandel laughed smugly from the other side.

"Yes, if we join forces—"

"You want to submit to me! How clever!"

Glendale arrogantly interrupted her: "Although you delicate, fragile, scaleless bastards have always been weak and powerless, given your discerning eye, I might consider taking you as a sex toy!"

He became more and more excited as he talked, completely unaware that a cold, chilling light was flashing in the emerald green vertical pupils opposite him.

"Return my scales, and I'll reluctantly grant you a chance to offer your body to the great red dragon Hondurskiravoscusselas—"

He glared at Ivy Beatrice, his eyes bloodshot, and roared, "What the hell are you doing!"

Ivy Beate crushed the red dragon scale in her hand without expression, letting the shimmering scale powder and fragments scatter in the raging wind and rain.

She clapped her hands together, brushing the crumbs off her palms.

"Ah, this is my testament to my loyalty to you, great red dragon."

A gust of wind swept in, and the three-masted sailing ship was tossed about in waves several meters high.

Glendale stared blankly as the shimmering, ruby-like powder vanished silently into the dark, raging storm, nearly bursting with rage: "I'm going to kill you!"

He roared and turned his gaze to the woman, but couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

A mixture of rage and astonishment: "A six-armed serpent demon?!"

Sometime during that time, the woman's lower body was no longer legs, but the body of a giant, black serpent, coiling around the main mast. Pairs of arms appeared under her armpits. The six-armed, serpentine woman resembled a six-petaled, crystal-clear white jade flower blooming atop a thick, black vine.

Her fiery red hair turned jet black, only her emerald green vertical pupils became even more intense.

At this moment, with one hand holding a sword and pointing it at his brow, the other five hands were clenched into fists and facing upwards, palms facing herself, forcefully raising her middle finger at Glendale.

Glendale roared, "The two-headed baboon's lackey?!"

He leaped backward with all his might, jumping off the mast crossbar. The six-armed serpent demon looked up and saw two enormous membranous wings unfurl from his shoulder blades, carrying him straight into the sky before he could even land.

“Damn demon,” Glendale’s furious voice descended from the sky, “you will pay for your disrespect to the Great King!”

His roar caused a stir among the three-masted sailing ships below.

The six-armed serpent demon looked down and saw countless people surging from the superstructure onto the deck, all running up from the second or third deck. They all looked up at her, their scarlet eyes reflecting like mirrors. They were all shattered dragon scales embedded in their eye sockets. They huddled under the mainmast, using both hands and feet to begin climbing upwards.

The six-armed serpent demon sneered: "Why not pay the price for destroying your soul fragments?"

Glendale's voice paused mid-air, then turned to a mixture of surprise and anger: "How did you know?!"

"Even a tail could figure it out."

She didn't hold back in mocking her.

“Originally, I couldn’t guess how you escaped Demogorgon’s soul corruption, but after getting the scales and seeing your current grotesque state, I realized it. A spell similar to the Soul Pot.”

The fifth ring arcane spell, "Demon Soul Pot".

This magic can transfer the caster's soul into a gem or crystal called the "Pot of Souls," leaving only a lifeless shell. The caster can then attempt to possess the body of another creature, using that creature's soul as a substitute, and imprison it in the Pot of Souls.

Until the magic ends, both souls will return to their respective bodies.

"Before you devoured the orb, you used the scales on your head as a Soul Jar and cast a spell on yourself that was similar to an enhanced version of the Soul Jar..."

The six-armed serpent demon was certain that the red dragon Hundus had known about the danger of the orb from the very beginning.

But as the saying goes, "The bold get rich, the timid starve."

The red dragon coveted the immense power the orb could grant him, so he devised a plan to modify the "Demon Soul Pot" magic with his profound magical skills and cast it on himself.

He first transferred his soul into the scales to prevent it from being corrupted by Demogorgon. Then, using methods similar to manipulating corpses or telekinesis, he manipulated his body to swallow a large number of jewels. As his body was gradually corrupted by Demogorgon, he activated the second effect of the "Demon Soul Pot," turning his soul around to possess his own body and using the "Demon Soul Pot" made of scales to imprison Demogorgon's consciousness.

He almost succeeded.

“But Demogorgon is far more powerful than you imagine.”

The six-armed serpent demon said, "When it realized that the part of your consciousness that had invaded you had been imprisoned in the scales of your head by you with the 'Demon Soul Pot,' it simply mobilized even greater magic and spawned another head. I don't know how you fought, but it is obvious that you ultimately failed and were trapped by Demogorgon in the dragon scale cage you created."

She looked down at the countless red scales that served as substitutes for eyes.

When one of the two-headed evil dragons, Hesladi, was severed by three enemies in battle and fell into the sea, the red dragon's soul, imprisoned within its scales, was freed from Demogorgon's control. Steo and her companions failed to salvage the sunken ship containing the treasure, but unexpectedly retrieved fragments of dragon scales—the red dragon's "Pot of the Demon Soul." The moment the sailors touched the scales, the red dragon awoke. From then on, he used this enhanced "Pot of the Demon Soul" to select a new body for his remnant soul.

“The reason I say you are a remnant soul,” said the six-armed serpent demon, “is because your Soul Jar has been shattered into pieces, and your soul has been scattered into countless fragments. If you want to regain your power, you must reunite the other parts of your soul.”

Glendale gritted his teeth in mid-air.

“And you’ve destroyed all of that!” he roared, “My legendary magical skills! My most precious soul fragments, you’ve destroyed them! I’ll make them tear you apart, you demon!” He suddenly paused. “But how did you guess my methods? A mere six-armed serpent demon… Could it be that your magical skills have also reached that level, that you’ve mastered legendary magic?”

"I do not have."

The six-armed serpent demon said frankly, "I just received a very precious gift when I crushed the fragment of the Demon Soul Pot. I am very grateful."

She raised her other five arms to draw swords.

"To express my gratitude, Red Dragon Hondus, I will accept the rest of your precious gift."