But Mika made one mistake.
Not all demons follow Da Gun, and Haywood is a nobody.
The naked demon in front of him was evidently not communicable.
The killing intent from being shot and enraged had not dissipated.
Mika had just heard Magnus and Su Yizhana talking.
His mind was storming.
Fen had once said that there were roughly three broad categories of magic techniques: arcane, spell, and curse.
Among them, spells were different from the other two. Their casters had innate advantages - either racial or bloodline-born. They didn’t involve any materials and required no rituals, able to be performed naturally and were hard to replicate.
That was clearly a ghostly spell, capable of capturing one’s mind.
Did it know it was lying?
Although the female demon was incredibly seductive, Mika was drenched in sweat, his heart rate too fast, with all his internal organs seemingly contracting along with it.
And Mika’s intuition was right.
This demon did indeed perceive that he was lying, but there was truth mixed within. This human did indeed have an acquaintance named Haywood, who was a sentinel of Da Gun in his memory.
Mika successfully bought himself some time with this lie.
The naked demon grinned grotesquely, revealing a long red tongue under its sharp teeth, long enough to lick her sharp horns and long ears.
Next, the demon continued to transform into a misty shadow, moving like a whirlwind. Mika couldn’t avoid it. His vision went red, his mind swelled, the demon pouring into him through his mouth, nose, and ears.
Completely entering Mika’s body, seeking to find all of Mika’s memories.
But Mika’s memories were too bizarre.
Having read the Immortal’s story, he had wandered unattained for nine days.
The Aran, Pedan, Lostra, Gureg, Ji Weng, Yisu people, Far East Visitors, Dark Elves, Sub-dragon people...
And supplemented by the abstraction of the Black Sail.
The memories the demon accessed were truly eccentric.
You are right, but this is a world of Chain Energy, devoid of flashy magic, only Chain Energy evolved to its peak!
Chainer, Chain Master, Great Chain Master, Chain Spirit... Chain Saint, Chain Emperor.
A Chain Saint already targets the highest quality, top-level Minstrel, or noble lady, and the technique has reached its pinnacle, mastering all the original true understanding. Returning to simplicity, letting the unshakable witness the pride of the savage, linking is indeed joyful.
Chain Emperors, the ones able to reach this step are exceedingly rare. Armored with a thousand brothels, bringing joy to all bachelors of the world, fighting for those unable to fight! Having published a large volume of artworks, transforming personal experiences into texts, illustrations, audio, and visuals for spreading. For the sages seek eternal learning, bringing peace to the world, gathering the power of faith to witness Tao, I am the Heavenly Emperor, suppressing all enemies in the world.
Compared to a true deity, still far too weak.
As a top-tier physician and alchemist, Mika had already developed cross-era safety measures, though not yet released, those emergency harmless tablets could push the sexual development of the entire Western Continent and the world to a higher dimension, a supreme pioneer in the dark.
Feather, transformation, ascending, Immortal!
East Sea Heavenly Kingdom Port, Twelve-story Five Cities. Immortals caressed my head, linking to achieve longevity.
Rein and the top of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Digital Monster, even a million visits to Cloud Palace couldn’t reach this level, Sacrificial Tao Realm, suppressing the bizarre highland with one’s power, dominating eons, illuminating the heavens.
Of course, the demon didn’t access these, but her shock far exceeded anything seen in millennia,
She was a hybrid of High-level Dream Demon and Enchanting Demon, far from Haywood’s level. Her strongest spell appeared in dreams, breaking down the spirit through nightmares or sexual temptation, and finally feeding on memories and souls for nourishment.
But this time, she used the wrong approach, encountering a solid obstacle, or rather, the ultimate power.
Mika’s spiritual power was astonishingly strong. In the illusory realm of consciousness, instead of her tempting Mika, she found herself on countless beds, floors, even grasslands and swimming pools, becoming a cheap whore being relentlessly ravaged.
Mika himself was in a state of half-dream, half-awake, sleep paralysis, his consciousness extremely hazy. Perhaps because the mental battle favored him, he gained a brief respite.
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This demon was so powerful, why didn’t it leave the Boneyard? Combined with the numerous sunstones in the underground palace earlier,
Although he didn’t know the essence, unlike the Blood Clan’s fear of sunlight, the Dream Demon’s physical form was extremely weak, mainly in an illusory energy form. It wasn’t afraid of the sun, but when exposed to environments that easily dissipate energy, it would be in significant trouble, not just sunscorched deserts, but rivers, freezing snowfields, even persistently noisy environments.
If it’s only a short exposure, it wouldn’t matter. The annihilation energy within her could sustain, but the Boneyard was too vast.
This desert trapped her, and she grew weaker day by day. Eating all those who came over three hundred years didn’t help. The most feasible method was finding a reliable host, but her friend, an Eternal Sect High Priest who came three hundred years ago, coveted the power of the Dark Demon Scripture and also died here.
Mika didn’t understand the details, just knew she might fear light. Conveniently, at the end of the stone cave, an expansive crack flooded with glaring light separated the Dark Demon Scripture’s display rack and his side.
While he could still move, he laboriously picked up the magic-guided rifle, the stone archway sealed by a barrier, he stumbled to the zone bathed in sunlight.
But his judgement was wrong; the Dream Demon didn’t immediately exit his body.
Because Mika’s spiritual power was too strong, the Dream Demon suffered a backlash, forcing her out of Mika’s body pores. Under the extreme temperature of fifty degrees, her energy quickly leaked, retreating to the other side.
It was as if a thousand-pound burden was lifted, and Mika regained control of his body, approaching the exhibit rack of the Dark Demon Scripture and confronting the naked Enchanting Demon.
The situation was fucking terrible, Mika noticed the exhibit was surrounded by several skeletons, likely dying under similar circumstances from being stuck, no, he’d be dead by nightfall.
What shocked Mika even more,
The demon lay convulsing seductively on the ground, pressing her lower abdomen’s purple-red wing tattoo, her legs rubbing together, a strange flush spreading on her dark gray face, seemingly in a trance.
Mika had no idea what had happened, just knew the demon was now extremely weak, a peer of Brother Hai, best kill her directly.
Take her life while she’s down.
The captain saved his life, he owed him, must avenge him.
Mika aimed the magic-guided rifle, the blue crystal powering arcane energy, had the sight locked on the demon’s head, and pulled the trigger.
The demon’s head exploded, the temple rupturing into a large hole, but instead of blood, sand-like particles flowed out, hers being dark gray.
Following the captain’s instructions, spacing five seconds between shots to prevent the gun from overloading or breaking, he had to pursue his advantage.