Chapter 280: The Demon King Kima
After Bald Qiang disappeared, within a minute, the anxious voice of George echoed in the palace:
“Kima! Kima!”
Kima’s heart tightened, and she hurriedly stood up.
She glanced at the wall clock and realized that less than twenty minutes had passed since George went to take a bath.
Why is this guy in such a hurry? Has he discovered something?
“I’m coming!”
Kima gathered her spirits, walked while sipping a light blue potion that could restore her magical power as much as possible in a short time, although it had side effects afterward.
It belonged to the preparation type of potions.
Before long, in the vast courtyard, Kima, sitting on the Nimbus cloud, met George.
Next to him were neatly stacked white bathrobes and a pile of intact plate armor, while he was wearing a darkened combat suit.
George looked at Kima, his wet golden hair sticking to his forehead, his handsome face still the same as before, standing in stark contrast to his old combat suit.
Kima recalled for a moment, furrowing her brows, and said, “Isn’t this your old armor?”
“Yes.”
George donned the chest plate of the armor and said, “That’s right.”
“Did the temple fix it?”
“Mm, come help me put on the armor.”
George said, turning his back to Kima.
Kima glanced at George’s old armor, which, in terms of appearance, was far inferior to his previous collection.
Although it was evident that the temple had put effort into repairing the armor, on closer inspection, one could see the color differences left by filled cracks, the marks left by hammers, and several different colored straps.
Kima mistakenly thought George was preserving his dignity. After all, as a diamond-level powerhouse, just wearing a top and walking barefoot back to the camp would be a tremendous blow to his dignity.
She said, “I have plenty of gentlemen’s attires in my palace; you can pick one.”
“Dress attire? I’m not attending a banquet.”
“Then why are you wearing armor now?”
“Kima, the war isn’t over.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
“It’s very related.”
“Isn’t it better for you to just rest in the Dream Palace?” Kima said, “Is the condition here that bad? It’s only been twenty minutes.”
“Kima, your palace is great; every place is great.” George said, “So I’ve rested enough.”
“Ah, I understand, for justice.” Kima originally wanted to joke as usual, but her chest tightened with pain.
For justice, George stubbornly insisted on ruining himself, causing her to worry.
Her words involuntarily carried a hint of sarcasm, “Oh, the old cow, if you don’t plow the field for a day, you feel uncomfortable.”
“Kima, will you help me?”
“Their life or death has nothing to do with me.” Kima said, “You can go by yourself; I’m too lazy to bother with you.”
“Okay, help me put on the armor.”
Do you really need me to help? Look at that commanding tone. Tsk, does he really think I’m a servant who can be summoned at will?
George turned his back on Kima.
Kima felt an impulse.
What if I suddenly ambush him now? Yes, using the opportunity of helping him put on armor to summon Bald Qiang and give him a good strike from behind.
The soul injury in my chest should lessen quite a bit. He definitely wouldn’t expect it, seeing how relaxed and careless he is.
Kima thought to herself, bent down, picked up the heavy greaves, half-knelt, and fastened them onto George’s calves, her fingers brushing over his sturdy calf muscles.
If he dies now, it would be worth it. Previously, the maids would help me wear armor using small lifting machines, and now I possess powerful strength but am serving him.
Before she realized, both greaves were already tied on.
Kima came to her senses and saw that only the shoulder armor was left. She stood on her toes to fasten it, tying a bow, and then picked up the bucket helmet, saying, “Done.”
However, George did not take the bucket helmet. Instead, he embraced Kima with both hands and kissed her directly.
The bucket helmet dropped to the ground. Kima initially resisted, gritting her teeth to refuse George’s tongue, but as the familiar scent enveloped her, Kima felt hungry and aroused, so she opened her mouth.
As they kissed, Kima remained as still as a dead fish while George tilted his head back, placing his hands on her shoulders. Kima turned her head, expressionless, and looked elsewhere.
“Are you unhappy?”
“Yes.”
Kima wanted to ask if he would temporarily give up his justice for one person.
But the thought vanished in an instant; asking that would be tantamount to seeking death.
George tucked Kima’s black hair behind her ear, revealing her pale pointed ear, which had turned half red.
Suddenly, Kima became angry and swatted away his iron-gloved hand, saying, “Don’t touch me with your stinky-gloved hand.”
After saying that, she tossed her hair aside to cover her ear.
George said, “Kima, I will take good care of myself.”
Look at this fool, he actually thinks I’m angry for his safety.
“Oh.” Kima was happy to let George continue to misunderstand, saying, “Do you think that after you work hard for them, they will accept you, a mutant?”
“Actions speak louder than words.”
After he said that, George bent down to pick up the bucket helmet, instinctively putting it on his head, but it got stuck on his horns. He paused, put down the bucket helmet, casually placed the war hammer on his belt, shouldered the dual golden swords, and left the Dream Palace.
Kima coldly spat out two words: “Idiot.”
George’s silhouette vanished into the air.
Kima suddenly remembered she had forgotten her ambush plan. She turned her head, angrily sat down on the Nimbus cloud, which quivered slightly, and said, “Your value is only enough to satisfy me and your two fiancées.”
But this made it sound as if she was really in need of women.
Kima rode the Nimbus cloud back to her bedroom, shouting, “Xiao Li! Xiao Li!”
No one responded.
Kima then remembered. She had left her cat in the camp and truly hoped it wouldn’t be harmed and fried up.
That obedient cat-eared maid was truly rare to find.
Of course, she was also too lazy to look for Lianxi, by this point, whether late or early, the result would be the same.
Can’t I just have a good sleep and rest?
Kima took off her clothes, put on a nightdress, and lay down on the soft bed, closing her eyes.
A flurry of thoughts raced through her mind.
Now that she had power, she could resist the contract George had made her sign.
Should she just leave, suddenly disappear without a word, leaving behind a breakup letter that said: “George, I’m sorry, I’ve grown tired of your body. And your wife is quite rare; it’s become uninteresting. I’m off to see a bigger world and perhaps meet a man with a character similar to mine who likes polyamory.”
“Goodbye to you.”
Thinking of this, Kima’s lips curled into a smile.
What if on the back of the breakup letter, she wrote: “By the way, I’m actually the Demon King Kima; I’ve been lying to you all along. Plus, your wife’s taste is truly amazing.”
She couldn’t help but wonder what expression George would have when he saw that letter.
In any case, Kima herself was clutching her stomach and laughing out loud. She lay in bed for a while, tossing and turning, and looking at the time, it had been a full hour, and she still hadn’t fallen asleep.
“Forget it.” Kima sat up in bed, her black hair tousled, “I might as well go find Xiao Li.”
After saying that, Kima jumped off the bed, took off her nightdress, revealing her smooth and alluring body, quickly changed into battle gear, reloaded her supplies, spread her wings, and disappeared into the air.
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“What’s the situation now? How’s our battle faring?”
No one responded.
“Please tell me.”
A strange voice rang out:
“We? The Barto people are different from you beastmen. Stay obediently in your tent until the Lionheart King decides your fate.”
Bang!
George suddenly struck the other party’s forehead with the hilt of his sword, saying, “I heard where the problem lies, no need to trouble you.”
The other knights responsible for guarding him either pretended not to see anything or drew their swords, holding them in the air, momentarily frozen, recalling George’s fighting figure.
In the end, nobody dared to stop him.
The problem lay with the dark elves landing.
The dark elves suffered defeat in naval battles, the sea surface littered with purple-black wreckage, some slowly sinking to the sea bottom or burning, while the high elves on the ships pulled back their bows and shot at the drowning dark elves without mercy, showing no leniency just because they were kin. Of course, the dark elves reciprocated in kind.
Meanwhile, the massive black ark, under the decisive and bold decision of the Osuan guards, was gradually succumbing.
Even so, the landing dark elves remained an undeniable force, as the two-headed serpent of war rampaged across the battlefield.
The righteous army had already become a straggling force, unable to inflict any effective harm on the disciplined and skilled dark elves.
At the same time, the dark elves were in a similar predicament.
George appeared, breaking the subtle balance, and along with the other powerful knights, they surrounded and beat down two extraordinarily resilient two-headed serpents.
As a result, his armor became pitted due to the corrosive breath of the serpents, and his back bore two more dents and a hole left behind by a terrified knight’s lance.
The situation thus turned around, as Lionheart King Richard I seizing the opportunity decisively rallied the knights to charge towards a large group of spellcasters clad only in sea dragon skin black silk and underwear.
The knights charged at the spellcasters, their iron hooves trampling the pale bodies to the ground.
One knight, blinded by rage, shouted while trampling the dark elf ladies on the ground, “Crush this group of female perverts!”
At dusk, the Barto knights and high elves won this war.
On land, the campsite was still burning, with black smoke rising into the sky. The ground was littered with corpses, and the wounded lay moaning on the ground, begging for help, but no one paid attention; there simply weren’t enough hands.
The setting sun coated the sea with a golden hue; dozens of ships tilted, slowly sinking. At the center of the sinking ships was the dark ark, which was so enormous that its sinking created a whirlpool, continuously pulling nearby sunken ships into it.
On a distant shore, the Sorcerer King sat on a fragment of the core of the still-drifting black ark, silently watching the sinking ark.
Behind him squatted his black dragon mount, its wings injured and incapable of flying.
It was the work of that griffin monkey king.
This old black dragon now sat behind the Sorcerer King, trying to take up as little space as possible because this drifting black ark core was almost filled with dark elves.
If they were just ordinary dark elves, the Sorcerer King wouldn’t mind letting a few sink to stretch his legs, but surrounding him were his personal guards—the Black Guards.
The Sorcerer King couldn’t bear to do that.
He bore several wounds left by the Osuan guards.
The Sorcerer King perceived a familiar gaze and waved his hand, causing a giant eye to materialize in the sky. He whispered, “Mother, why are you peeking again?”
