Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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As for whether Demogorgon will give Patrick another chance to make a comeback.

Ivy Beatrice doesn't care.

But judging from the demonic knowledge in her mind, it's highly unlikely:

A servant of the devil might be tolerated if he fails once or twice; but repeated failures are another matter entirely, not to mention dying at the hands of nameless beings whose life levels are so far inferior—that is called "incompetence."

The servant's failure is also the master's failure. The servant's incompetence is not only the servant's own incompetence, but also becomes indirect evidence of his master's incompetence.

That would surely enrage the Demon Lord.

Demogorgon would almost certainly use every form of torture he knew to torment Patrick to vent his anger. But that would also constantly remind him of his own failures. So there's only a 1% chance that Patrick will be punished permanently. The remaining 98% chance is that Demogorgon will see Patrick's existence as a disgrace and, after venting his rage, simply obliterate his soul.

It's also possible that Patrick's bad luck ran out before he died, and he just happened to catch the last one percent of good fortune.

In that case, he might get his master's permission to regenerate in the "Saltwater Swamp" as a Hellfish or a low-level water monster, becoming bait for other demons to hunt. Of course, if he isn't killed by other demons, this would be a chance for him to grow again.

No matter what fate befalls Patrick, it will keep her gloating for a long time.

Tusu won't fare much better.

His soul, too, was tainted by the jewel and already belonged to Demogorgon. After death, he too would enter the realm of the Demon Lord in the bottomless abyss, becoming Demogorgon's plaything, to be molded into whatever shape he pleased.

Ivy Beatrice is happy just thinking about it.

Those damned natives have caused her no end of trouble. Especially since she transmigrated to this world, the first time she was seriously injured was by this very native.

Ivy Beatrice originally planned to teleport directly back to her ship to continue her vacation and search for the dragon head.

But just now she noticed that, although Tusu was about to die, he lay in a pool of blood, and from the beginning of the moment, his gaze had been fixed on her direction.

The emerald green vertical pupils blinked.

He actually found her.

Indeed, the totem demon-slaying warrior possesses the ability to discern the existence of all demons.

Seeing Tu Su lying in a pool of blood, barely alive, she suddenly changed her mind and decided to show herself.

The devil always changes his mind very quickly.

The six-armed serpent demon appeared proudly in the dark corner and slowly swam to the pool of blood.

Her "mortal body" ability can only be used once a day, and she didn't want to meet the natives in Patrick's appearance, so she appeared as a six-armed snake demon.

The boy kneeling and crying beside Tusu noticed something was wrong. He looked up and saw a huge demonic shadow that almost covered them. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

The six-armed serpent demon looked down at his dying old acquaintance.

【haven't seen you for a long time】

The six-armed serpent demon used its telepathic abilities to respond to the dying demon-slaying warrior.

After sensing the situation, she remembered that Patrick's first words to her were something like that.

【haven't seen you for a long time】

Tusu remained unusually calm. [Please do me a favor—]

The six-armed snake demon interrupted him with a cold laugh.

Why should I help you? Just because you once seriously injured me?

When the topic came up, she still felt a dull ache in the area under her armpit where she had been stabbed by the tip of the cold iron spear.

I traded my soul for it.

Tusu said weakly, "I am a totem demon-slaying warrior... I know how to remove the corruption from the Demon Lord's orb so that you can obtain my soul power... Moreover, in this world, there are many demon followers who, like me, have been corrupted..."

Ivy Beatrice was somewhat surprised.

"Your so-called help isn't just an attempt to beg for my life?" she asked tentatively. "I can heal you."

Take care of this child

Ivy Beatrice scoffed: "Do I look like a nanny?"

Tusu's eyes were dull and lifeless: "Please hurry, promise me. Otherwise, I'll die, and you'll get nothing."

【…good】

For some reason, Ivy Beatrice felt a hint of a smile flash in Tusu's eyes.

[Before I breathed my last] Tusu said, [use the red knife in your hand to deliver the fatal blow, and you will purify my soul.]

[...That's it? It's that simple?]

Ivy Beatrice looked down at the "Crimson Kiss" she was holding.

A sudden surge of anger welled up inside her.

I was so stupid! How could I not have thought of something so simple! I was completely taken advantage of by this native!

She sneered: "Aren't you afraid I'll go back on my word and kill this child?"

Tusu looked at her with incredibly clear eyes.

He had followed her at the Huoshaogang pier and tried to find out about her.

[Patrick, you and him are the same kind,] Tusu said, [You two are very similar, but actually, you're different, very different...]

Patrick, frustrated by the restaurant owner's disruption to his dining experience, would incite a water elemental girl who had served him sincerely to kill the owner; then he would encourage her to escape by water, and he would derive pleasure from watching her be successfully arrested and executed by the city guards.

—You don't let go of those who have offended you or those who pose a threat to you, yet you can also adopt those two girls of water elemental descent.

—You are a demon, yet you still possess a sliver of humanity; he is a human, yet he is a demon through and through.

That was just something I did on a whim with people I liked, to make myself happy.

Ivy Beatrice sneered: "If you really want to dump this kid on me, I'll raise him into a scoundrel."

It doesn't matter.

Tusu's answer took her by surprise.

"As long as I can grow up and live, that's enough..." Tusu reminded her, "I can't hold on much longer... If you don't act now, you won't get my soul power..."

The six-armed snake demon remained silent, its emerald eyes turning to the boy beside it.

He couldn't hear their telepathic communication, but when she looked at him, she immediately burst into tears: "Please, save him! I'll do anything!"

The boy stared at him for a second with its emerald green vertical pupils, but that moment felt like an eternity.

The scarlet recurve knife clattered into the pool of blood and fell in front of the boy.

A few drops of blood splattered onto the boy's face and eyes.

“If you kill him with your own hands, I will…” Ivy-Beate paused, “…never mind, I’m not as bored as a demon from the underworld to put a little kid like you through a personality test.”

The warm light of the "healing spell" illuminated the boy's desperate and surprised eyes, and also fell on Tusu, who was in a semi-comatose state.

When Ivy Beatrice used "mind control" to retrieve the "Crimson Kiss," Tu awoke.

He took a deep breath, coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm. He was shocked and hugged the child who had thrown himself into his arms, looking up at those unfathomable, deep green vertical pupils.

【why? 】

For no reason at all

The six-armed serpent demon put away the magic ring he had retrieved from Patrick's dimensional bag.

I don't need your soul power. If you want to get rid of Demogorgon's corruption and prevent your soul from becoming a plaything of the Demon Lord, you'd better find another way.

The enormous figure vanished into the darkness in an instant, its eerie, multi-layered voice still echoing in Tusu's mind:

Existence takes many forms. The concepts of life and death belong only to your mortal world, and are worthless in my eyes. So, bear this burden and live your life for now. Future demon puppet, present "demon slayer."

Chapter 128 Second Squad Leader Amiya

Ivy Beatrice did not return to her own mansion, but instead teleported directly to the Lower City Square where she had met Gurulos.

It was past midnight, and the Lower City Square was quiet and deserted.

She transformed back into Lady Beatrice, standing alone on the edge of the seventh level of the lower city, feeling the cool sea breeze and quietly overlooking the entire view of Fire Harbor.

Reflecting on her experiences since arriving in the City of Flame, she realized that although she had witnessed many great changes and eliminated many enemies, she seemed to have failed to accomplish anything she truly wanted to achieve, such as plotting to gain control of the city, the divinity of the bronze dragon, and so on.

As she thought this, her chest felt heavy, and she felt a tightness in her chest.

I wouldn't call it frustration. Being reborn as a demon grants me infinite time, which means an infinite number of attempts and chances to try again. It's just that there's a slight sense of frustration.

—Perhaps we should keep Patrick and let him play a greater role?

She gave a self-deprecating laugh.

That's impossible. Maybe it's like attracts like? Anyway, she doesn't like him.

After a brief moment of poetic reflection, she decided to activate her advanced teleportation spell again, returning to the three-masted sailing ship a thousand miles away. However, just then, she heard an unexpected voice behind her: "Ms. Beate?"

Ivy Beatrice turned around and saw the young paladin Juan.

Juan Giorgio, dressed casually, was arm-in-arm with a short-haired girl, staring at her in astonishment. Just moments before, Ivy Beate had been looking down at the city from the bottom, separated from Juan Giorgio by a sculpture. They were standing in the shadows on the other side of the sculpture, so much so that they didn't see Ivy Beate until they turned around.

Ivy Beat smiled at him: "Good night, Mr. Gillespie."

Under this level of lighting, it was impossible to tell whether Juan Gierello's face was flushed, but the dark vision allowed Ivy Beat to immediately see the unnatural expression on his face.

The girl next to him, however, spoke up calmly.

“Goodnight, Beatrice,” the short-haired girl said.

This is a strikingly beautiful young woman. She's half a head shorter than Ivy Beatrice, with long, well-proportioned limbs that exude strength. Her impressive pectoral muscles are in no way inferior to Ivy Beatrice's.

She released Juan Gilelo's arm and walked confidently to Ivy Beate, extending a hand to her. "Amiya Shafrey, the second platoon leader of the city's defense forces, Juan's fiancée. Juan doesn't need to introduce me; I know you. I don't know if you remember, but we graduated in the same class."

Ivy Beatrice reached out and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, looking at Juan. “I didn’t know Mr. Gillespielo was engaged.”

Juan Gierello looked ashamed.

Amiya Shaffer's grip was quite strong, befitting a high-ranking paladin serving as a squad leader. Anyone else would likely have had their hand broken, though far less so than the six-armed serpent demon. Ivy Beate let her hold her, too lazy to retaliate, simply finding her way of asserting dominance rather laughable.

Amiya said, "Gilello and the Chafre family just had their engagement ceremony today."

Seeing that her imagined enemy had no reaction to her show of force, Amiya felt embarrassed to continue pushing and let go.

"You're much stronger than I imagined. It seems you've been training very hard lately."

Amiya said enthusiastically, "Don't stay at the dock as a low-level clerk anymore. How about transferring to my second squad? I'm short-handed right now."

Ivy Beatrice shook her head and refused.

"I resigned."

She repeated her "discovering yourself" rhetoric to the two paladins, then admired their blank stares.

"You...you're going to live like this from now on?" Juan exclaimed, "Giving up your city government job to become...be a fisherman?"

Ivy Béart gets a haircut.

“That’s it,” she said. “The world is so big, I want to see it. So, best of luck to you.”

She turned to look at Amiya, only to find that the short-haired girl's eyes were full of stars.

“That’s cool,” Amiya exclaimed. “The world is so big, I want to see it. That’s such a cool line, I love it.”

Ivy Beatrice raised her hand and touched her nose sheepishly.

Without realizing it, he brought over and started using memories from his previous life on Earth…

But why does the name Amiya, the second squad leader, sound so familiar?

At this moment, Amiya turned to Juan Gillespielo and said, "Excuse me, I have a few words to say to my classmate."

The young paladin Juan nodded: "Okay."

The three people remained standing in the same spot.

The atmosphere turned awkward.

Ivy Beatrice and Amiya stared at the bewildered Juan. Suddenly realizing he shouldn't be there, he quickly apologized to them and moved away.

Amia breathed a sigh of relief as she watched Juan Gielello walk away.

“That’s just how she is,” she said with a helpless smile to Ivy Beatrice. “She’s a bit slow on the uptake.”

Ivy-Beate couldn't find any of the original owner's memories and didn't know what kind of relationship the original owner had with this woman, so she could only give a vague answer.