Chapter 99 Chapter 100 Discord
Ji Ma flew desperately, sweat dripping down her chin. After much effort, she finally caught up with George, who was galloping on horseback. She shouted:
“Good son! Catch this!”
As she said this, she threw a javelin towards George.
When George caught the javelin, he shot Ji Ma a glance. Gasping for breath, she glided down from the air and landed on the horse’s back, tightly hugging George’s back to prevent herself from falling off the bumpy ride.
“You can fly?”
“I’m about as good at flying as a rooster, able to flap my wings and get up a wall. I’m only flying this fast because I’m using my superpowers,” Ji Ma continued, “Hey, couldn’t you support your old mother back there? I almost fell.”
George reached back and gave Ji Ma a precise knock on the head.
“Ouch, truly unfilial.”
George raised his hand, suspended in the air.
Ji Ma quickly said, “You really have no sense of humor. I don’t know how you get along with so many women.”
“Can you make the warhorse fly?”
“No, I’m not a wish-granting genie,” Ji Ma replied, “The abilities I can mimic are at least two levels weaker than my own.”
“Can you make us move faster?”
Ji Ma looked at her personal system, which showed only 30% of her magic power left, and said, “No, I’m running low on magic.”
“Then get off the horse.”
“Hey, you unfilial—” George’s raised hand intimidated Ji Ma, who immediately changed her tone to avoid taking advantage of her enemy, saying, “Don’t forget who brought you the javelin.”
“Old Bai can’t catch up.”
“Who’s Old Bai?”
“The horse.”
“It isn’t called Da Bai?” Ji Ma said as she tightened her arms around George’s neck, standing up on the bumpy horseback to observe the situation.
Ahead, about thirty meters up, the green dragon, Cirlis, was desperately flapping her translucent wings, looking as awkward as a hen being chased around a yard.
Panting, Ji Ma could hear her gasping and the curses muffled in her breaths, as corrosive dragon blood dripped down, causing a tree trunk to collapse from the erosion.
She was flying toward a mountain, the terrain getting steeper, and the woods closing in, forcing the celestial warhorse’s speed to slow down.
The distance between both sides was increasing.
George said, “If she flies over the mountain peak, we won’t catch her.”
Ji Ma felt her hands sticky. She sat down and looked at her palm, noticing her gloves were smeared with blood. Only then did she notice the red blood flowing from George’s neck.
He was severely injured from the earlier struggle. But he didn’t utter a word of pain, acting like a reliable shield, repeatedly blocking himself from the dragon’s claws.
What a useful tool.
Ji Ma felt once more that giving up her womanly purity was worth it.
“Even if I get off, I won’t necessarily catch up to her.”
The mountain was slowly closing in on them, and Cirlis’s breaths were tinged with a hint of glee.
The happier the enemy, the more upset Ji Ma became. She asked, “I have a way. Are you sure you can stab the javelin into her body?”
“Yes,” George replied, “but a single javelin can’t kill her unless it hits her weak point, but we can’t catch up or see her weak point.”
“I can curse her,” Ji Ma said, hugging George tighter, leaning on his shoulder and breathing into his ear, “but I need a medium; it’s best if I write the curse on the javelin.”
She felt drained; George’s warm body emitted heat, and his scent smelled no different from a piece of fluffy bread to her nose.
George handed the javelin to Ji Ma. She tightened her grip on it, stuck out her tongue, and lightly flicked his earlobe, saying, “Such a good boy.”
“Now is not the time for that.”
Ji Ma greedily inhaled a hint of peach blossom scent and said, “But for a succubus, anywhere and anytime works.”
As she spoke, Ji Ma took off her leather glove, extended her index finger, and pressed it against George’s neck. She felt the pulse of his artery, drew a circle, and soaked her finger in his blood, drawing a vicious symbol on the shaft of the javelin: “nmsl.”
As she murmured, “I curse you to never fly again,” her magic power flowed through her finger, infusing the malevolent symbol on the javelin. She felt as if her body was being drained. A glance at her personal system showed only 10% magic power remaining.
Her urge to absorb lust and restore her magic grew stronger.
Ever since upgrading to gold rank, her cravings had increased day by day.
“Here,” Ji Ma breathed heavily, “Shoot it deep into her body, push hard, as deep as you can. Don’t expect too much, though; the effectiveness of the curse diminishes upon repetition, especially since she’s a dragon.”
George tried to push aside the distracting thoughts brought on by Ji Ma’s teasing. His arm muscles tightened, and he focused on aiming for the green dragon’s body.
As Cirlis was fleeing, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her hind leg. A numbness spread throughout her body, causing her to sink down, her half-transparent wings directly dissipating.
“Damn filthy human!” she cursed furiously, gritting her teeth as she opened her flesh wings to glide.
Her flesh wings had been battered by George, with misaligned bones and wounds deep enough to see bone, with a sword stuck in one of them.
As her wings spread, pain overwhelmed her nerves.
I must, I must transform into a human and personally chew on their flesh, watching them plead for mercy before me.
Cirlis swore silently, her body gradually descending. The treetops were already able to touch her belly, and the mountain peak was right ahead; she could not get over it.
“Got tricked, human!” Despite the pain, Cirlis managed to maintain a nonchalant expression, turning her head to scoff, “You still can’t defeat me. This forest has long been my private territory!”
No sooner had she spoken than vines exploded from the bushes, rushing toward Ji Ma and George, engulfing them.
Cirlis endured the pain and let out a triumphant laugh, even though she was in excruciating agony; she could not let her enemies feel happy, especially because they were lowly vermin.
Once she confirmed that the two were engulfed by the vines, Cirlis dove towards the ground. She landed on her four limbs but was wracked with pain, stumbling on the grassy forest floor.
Cirlis quickly got back up and dashed into the thicket.
Behind her, the grass she had messed up automatically healed, leaving no trace. The branches she broke also regrew, and her dripping dragon blood was covered by wildly growing plants, flowers blossoming, neutralizing the smell of her blood.
The entire forest seemed to come alive, hiding the dragon’s trail.
As long as Cirlis wished, she could leave not a trace in the forest—this was her innate ability. Only the most sharp-eyed and experienced rangers could track a green dragon by the twisted signs left behind in the forest.
But Cirlis dared not relax. She crawled quickly on all fours, but her right hind leg throbbed with pain from the javelin wound. She had to curl up her right hind leg, running on three legs like a dog with a broken leg.
Having hardly run a hundred yards, her front paw hit a rock; her front paw, which had been protecting her weak point, had been slashed by George several times. In pain, her front paw shrank back, and the whole dragon fell face-first into the dirt.
She wanted to scream but feared the sound would attract pursuers, quickly clamping her mouth shut. She got back up, curling her right hind leg, limping forward.
In the meantime, she used an illusion to create an image of a dragon soaring over the mountain peak.
But Cirlis turned her head and crawled toward a lake. Seeing the familiar surface of the lake, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
Those two dog-like lovers wouldn’t be able to track her; they would surely think she was about to fly over the mountain. They would never suspect that her newly built dragon lair was right here.
With her mind and body relaxing, her limbs throbbed with pain, every wound screaming in agony.
She dove into the surface of the lake, holding her breath as she submerged.
“Just a little more… once I get in…”
In an underground cavern, Cirlis’s head emerged from beneath the surface, lying softly on the ground. With a kick of her left hind leg, half her body climbed onto the shore, “…safe now.”
In the dark cavern, Ji Ma’s voice echoed, “Too bad it’s full here.”
Cirlis raised her dragon head, covered in lake bottom debris, and with her one remaining eye, she saw the two standing before her like a nightmare, which startled her into a nervous breakdown.
This must be a nightmare!
“How could you—”
George charged forward, thrusting out his right foot, and delivered a powerful upward punch that struck Cirlis’s crucial weak point. His fist sank into her scales as if it were a chopstick piercing through the body of a cooked carp.
Ji Ma was holding a scale from Cirlis, shaking her head in response to Cirlis’s question, saying, “Divination.”
Cirlis curled up in pain, blood gushed from her wounds, carving a trench into the ground that flowed toward the pond. With his arms not long enough, George lifted his foot.
“Wait.” Cirlis said, “Don’t kill me; I’m useful to you.”
Then, the dragon transformed into a human form, becoming a beautiful adult woman with emerald green hair. Tears filled her eyes, flowers from her hair floated down and shattered into petals, her white legs coming together, the green leaf skirt seemingly torn, exposing her thighs.
Ji Ma’s first reaction was to make a demand: as long as you’re willing to be my personal secretary, I’ll spare you immediately.
While George picked up a giant gold sword beside Cirlis, resting the blade against her neck and saying, “Straighten your neck; I’ll give you a dignified death.”
Such a waste of pity.
Ji Ma licked her lips, saying, “George, slow down. If she’s willing to atone for her sins by serving, we should consider.” I’m in need of a mount, one that can fly.
“I’d rather die than be a servant!”
“No need to contemplate; evil must be eradicated.” George said, lifting the giant sword without a moment’s hesitation.
Cirlis retracted her head and shouted, “I’m willing!”
George didn’t hesitate, swinging the giant sword down at the weakened dragon.
The green dragon quickly shouted, “Weren’t you going to save the castle people?”
George shifted the sword, grazing the dragon’s horn and striking the ground.
Cirlis said:
“You’ve been chasing me for almost two hours, and the castle gate has fallen. How long can the poor remaining soldiers hold off the green-skinned ones? Even if you could return to the castle in the blink of an eye, with just the two of you, even in perfect condition, it’s impossible to stop the green-skinned army.”
George glared fiercely at the dragon’s deep features, the sword trembling in his grasp; his injured arm made it hard to hold the sword steady.
“I will atone for my sins; you need a dragon, and I’m willing to serve you. You know I’m not lying,” Cirlis said. “We can sign a strict contract.”
“You are the mastermind behind all this.” George tried hard to find a reason to kill the dragon, “You made my mentor fall.”
“He’s not as noble as he thinks.” Cirlis smirked at George, “Paladin, don’t let hatred blind your eyes; isn’t the important thing saving people? I can promise to become your bed servant, just like Ji Ma.”
George closed his eyes, slowly lowering his sword. He took a few deep breaths and coldly said, “No need; I’ll hand you over to the temple. After that, don’t appear in front of me again.”
Ji Ma felt a pang of jealousy. She had spent great effort earlier persuading Cirlis, even supporting her while carrying a small cow to eat, but Cirlis had firmly refused to be a personal secretary. Now George was pushing away the dragon maid that had come to their doorstep.
Cirlis relaxed, sweetly saying:
“Just know, the demon king who left a weak point on me back then was almost begging me to sleep with him. Heh, that poor guy with his thoughts in the gutter, I’d rather have it with you now than let him touch a single finger of mine.”
George didn’t even frown; Cirlis was speaking from the heart.
Ji Ma felt a sharp pain in her heart and said, “George, you can choose both.”
“What?”
“Killing the dragon and saving the castle.” She perfectly concealed her jealousy, smiling and saying, “Your old mother would never let her cub be in a dilemma, oh! I saw earlier, a group of chivalrous knights appeared outside the outskirts!”
George’s blue eyes brightened as he asked, “Really?”
“Really.”
Before her words fell, Cirlis suddenly launched an attack. Her wound constricted sharply, corrosive dragon blood splashed across George’s face, blinding his eyes.
Meanwhile, Cirlis blinked and turned back into her dragon form, fiercely biting at George.
“Ha! Now you’re out of moves!”
The dragon’s teeth clamped tightly onto George’s chest, her mouth curling into a smile, ready to bite down hard.
A wave of agonizing pain spasmed through her muscles, snatching all her strength in an instant. She widened her eyes and released her mouth, falling to the ground on her side. A sword was embedded in her deadly weak spot, buried deep to the hilt, the dying green dragon’s hind leg twitching.
In her blind state, George accurately hurled the giant sword, striking Cirlis’s weak point.
George wiped the dragon blood from his face and said, “Such a hassle; I shouldn’t have hesitated from the beginning.”
Cirlis’s single eye widened, staring fixedly at Ji Ma. Suddenly, her jaw gaped, letting out a laugh that turned into coughs of blood.
Ji Ma calmly said, “George, don’t give her another chance.”
Cirlis said:
“I never expected to see you here, Demon King Ji Ma. Heh, I never believed you would simply die. I didn’t expect you to be able to accept becoming a succubus, staying by the hero’s side; truly remarkable.”
She feigned nonchalance: “Oh, do as you wish to discord.”
Though she said otherwise, Ji Ma’s heart raced as she saw George stop in his tracks.
“Hero, you know I speak the truth. Heh, from the beginning, I felt something wasn’t right; only Demon King Ji Ma would know my weakness. How could someone like him tell a slave in his own treasury? I was fooled by her… She especially added a useless remark: ‘This is mentioned in my memory related to the Demon King.’ It was merely using the truth to mislead…”
The dying dragon’s speech became intermittent and ultimately ceased.
Ji Ma wanted to rush forward and kick the sword deeper into the dragon’s wound, but that would be tantamount to admitting Cirlis’s accusations. She crossed her arms, watching coldly, her lips curling up as if she were listening to a joke.
“…Until she told you that the reinforcements were coming. I finally saw through her scheme. Demon King Ji Ma, because I previously said I would rather die than sleep with you, you were enraged and wanted me dead, such a pitiful creature ruled by base desires. Think about it… George… why didn’t she tell you about the… reinforcements…”
“…If you don’t believe me, you can ask her directly… whether she ever had the identity of… Demon King Ji Ma…”
Cirlis exerted her last efforts to utter those words, gratifyingly closing her singular eye.
George stepped forward and kicked the giant sword deep into the wound. The dragon did not move at all; she was dead.
“That was quite a lengthy final statement.” Ji Ma pretended to be relaxed, shrugging her shoulders, “So verbose.”
George pulled the bloody giant sword from the ground, not looking back as he asked, “Were you ever Demon King Ji Ma? Yes or no?”
Ji Ma’s hands and feet turned cold.
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A lengthy chapter of four thousand four hundred words! It wasn’t easy for me to write to the cliffhanger (that got deleted). I ask for some monthly votes; thank you.
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