Chapter 139: The Autumn of Adolf (25)
A figure descended from the swirling demonic energy above Adolf, landing amidst a mass of demons. Holding the holy sword, the surrounding demons did not attack him. The fear demons chattered excitedly, opening their palms to reveal blue flames that illuminated his body.
On his chest plate, the sacred inscriptions that had once been stamped with fire lacquer had all burned black into powder, forming the black blasphemous eight-arrow symbol. His skull was deformed, with a twisted horn sprouting, and the markings on his shoulders glowed brightly. The former symbol of the God of Dawn on his chest plate had now been twisted into a sharp eight-arrow symbol.
His face was still the handsome visage of a once valiant hero. However, the fiery red eyes no longer held a look of compassion, and his expression lacked the resentment towards evil; instead, he wore a wicked smile, extending his long, pointed tongue, his entire being marked with depravity.
Everything felt so pleasant, as if lamenting how foolish he had been to cling to the path of goodness, regretting that he hadn’t fallen earlier.
His whole body had succumbed, except for the stolen holy sword, which scorched his palm, burning and uncomfortable.
If he had known this would happen, would it have been better to prepare asbestos gloves in advance?
Jimar thought to himself as he quietly pinched the holy sword with three fingers and then rested it on his armoured shoulder.
Using Akanis’s Shadow Blade, Jimar had stealthily stolen George’s identity. The Shadow Blade could steal others’ identities, and as for the blasphemous mark burned on his shoulder, he had cut it along with the skin and placed it on his own shoulder.
George was still too foolish and young, genuinely believing that if he subdued me, I would no longer stab him in the back?
“Gagagaga,” laughed the fear demons that resembled standing starfish, mockingly saying, “The old king’s great scheme, the valiant hero who cannot fall, has already fallen!”
“Look at him, his whole body has fallen except for the holy sword.”
The noisy insects, the already fallen George, lifted his foot and stomped down violently on a pink fear demon, crushing it flat.
The nearby fear demons fled in terror as the flattened pink demon began to cry, transforming into two blue fear demons that scurried away.
“George… George?”
A loud female voice cut through the cacophony of the battlefield.
Jimar, wearing George’s skin, turned around and saw Jenna above him. Her expression was absolutely exquisite, filled with disbelief.
“You must be Jenna, my fiancée… Hehe.”
With George’s face, Jimar extended his forked serpent tongue, as if licking Jenna’s face from afar: “Once I obtain the ultimate blessings of the Four Gods and become the king of the world, we can engage in some delightful activities together, hehe.”
Jenna couldn’t help but take a few steps back: “No… even if he’s fallen, this way…”
“Regardless, you cannot refuse.”
Jimar said, “You do not understand, there will be double enjoyment.”
Jenna covered her face with both hands, tears brimming in her troubled eyes as she choked out, “He is so evil. All I see is an incredibly wicked soul, I…”
Frostleaf approached Jenna, comforting her: “The previous George is already dead.”
“And you as well, tall sister.”
Eve Frostleaf tilted her face, her icy green eyes shooting a cold and disdainful gaze.
Jimar felt… absolutely thrilling. He had originally intended to continue taunting, perhaps promising to explain how he would corrupt them, when a gleaming light flashed twenty meters ahead. The Eternal Chosen stepped forward, gazing levelly at Jimar, and spoke in a surprisingly heavy tone:
“Respectable yet pitiful opponent, I can hear the laughter of the Lord of Deception. He finds twisted amusement in playing with all of humanity. The hero, with selfless motives, actively chooses to fall and distort, and that will amuse him for a long time.”
Jimar nearly laughed out loud.
Look at this big fool. Guess why the valiant Saint George fell so quickly? He was filled with kindness, living for justice, even willing to kill his wife, and that holy water, filled with righteous fervor, was so hot it made one’s legs cramp and clench the sheets.
The only answer: because I, the perpetrator, stole George’s identity, and I was already evil. Having fallen so low, further descent would surely lead to a backlash, transforming into a saint with angelic wings.
Jimar stuck out his tongue, smiling wickedly, savoring the air filled with the scent of the empire’s fallen soldiers’ loyalty, the flavor of death, the bizarre laughter, and the taste of a lover’s tears:
“You really are a sly one, forcing my hand. Hehe, but I must thank you, this delightful sensation is truly exquisite.”
Jimar controlled George’s strong and powerful body, trembling in excitement, extending a finger and pushing down hard.
Looking at his temples, he exclaimed: “It feels electrifying! The days before were truly wasted.”
But your fate was chosen by you. The Eternal Chosen said: “You have not become a pawn in the Lord of Deception’s hands; He should share in your punishment, simply orchestrating your life. That succubus named Jimar is the seed that turned you into this. Will you become a doll for their amusement, or will you join me to prevent this world’s people from being toys for the Four Gods any longer?”
What are you saying? I can’t hear you. Jimar replied: “All I know is, to be in this wonderful form is truly a gift. If I killed you, this gift would surely multiply, hehe.”
The Eternal Chosen remarked: “I thought your initial will would be more steadfast! Look at the sword!”
Standing before the Eternal Chosen was not the true collective selection of the Four Gods, merely a crafted vessel ready to receive their joint blessings. As long as he could kill him before receiving those blessings, at least four desired pawns would be eliminated, granting him release and paving a path for his own ambitions.
But the sword swung empty.
Jimar appeared in the sky, and the sky changed color. In everyone’s eyes, surrounding the already fallen hero George, the sky split into four colors, representing the four gods: red, green, purple, and blue.
The Blood God was particularly impatient, simmering with rage, locked in a standoff with the Dragon Emperor, wanting nothing more than to kill all those who had slain his chosen champion! Kill them! Consequently, he had no care for any blessings from the Four Gods.
Until the Lord of Deception reminded him once again, without even glancing at him, he waved his sleeve, and his rage and desire for slaughter materialized into actuality.
A storm of blood fell, crashing down upon Jimar, each drop striking her and ringing out with the clashing sounds of swords.
The Blood God’s blessings surged into her; she was originally a chosen one of the Blood God, having already received blessings. Receiving more was unbearable. Jimar grit her teeth, feeling as if her organs sprouted sharp spikes, tearing at her insides.
Perhaps her stomach had sprouted daggers as well.
A cloud of pink mist erupted beside Jimar, within which a truly beautiful body could be vaguely seen, laughing and dancing among the pink fog. Upon closer inspection, it vanished. The mist was warm and alluring, slipping into her ears, soothing her soft eardrums, causing her entire body to tremble involuntarily.
Amidst the tremors, her body was about to melt away with the frequency of the quakes. Jimar struggled to maintain her resolve but could not concentrate her scattered will.
She only heard a gentle laugh: “So it’s you, my dear daughter~”
Jimar snapped back to reality, realizing she had inadvertently wielded the blessings of lust. Perhaps it was because her body was originally an egg laid by lust.
The mist and blood rain ceased.
An overpowering stench invaded her nostrils, and she felt as if she had fallen into the rotting interior of some gigantic beast.
Vaguely, she heard the voice of Excrement: “Just a transaction.”
She had no idea what the transaction entailed, but Jimar guessed it must be some proposal from the Lord of Deception that was impossible to refuse.
Even though she sensed that her body had taken on many symbiotic entities, this blessing from Excrement seemed reluctant and conflicted with his own values to tailor “blessings” for Jimar. Thus, she felt that her beautiful façade could still be maintained and that she could retain her sanity.
Not knowing if becoming a lunatic, if the position of the Eternal Chosen involved daily shouts to slay the Four Gods and liberate all beings. It’s clear it must lead to some form of aftershock.
The last one was the Lord of Deception.
Had she also followed his great scheme? For this god who loved transformation, wasn’t this the best ending?
Sure enough, surrounded by the three-eyed blue crows, Jimar heard the laughter and applause of the Lord of Deception. She could clearly see him clapping with four arms.
“Jimar, good job Jimar. Everything is as I planned. I enjoy this change. Who would have thought? The selfish demon lord, willing to abandon companions and husband to survive, would actually sacrifice herself in an attempt to save the world.”
“Shut up, you black bird! Even if I were to fall for your scheme today.”
“Don’t you think, now that I reveal your disguise, Excrement would be very surprised?”
“No!”
“I enjoy this change.”
As if subject to an unpredictable fate, the Lord of Deception waved his hand, stripping away Jimar’s superficial disguise. Everyone could see clearly that in the sky stood a stunning succubus, not a fallen hero.
“What is this?”
“It… it’s Jimar?”
