Chapter 94: Mother of All Beasts (Part 1)
A group of people arrived at a small hill, and as Jima dismounted from her horse, she removed her outer garment, revealing a short-sleeved shirt underneath and a silver ring on her bare arm, a magical item given to her by George, used to conceal her horns and tail and provide a force field armor.
She canceled the concealment effect, exposing her long, pale tail and elegantly curved horns. Jima’s tail was unbothered by the cold; in the icy autumn wind, it swished like a whip, making a loud sound as she said:
“The view is great here. George, stand behind me and keep an eye on the distance. With you behind me, I don’t have to worry about ambushes.”
The autumn wind grew colder, causing Jima to feel slight goosebumps.
Jima glanced at the expressionless Eve Frostleaf and pointed ahead, saying, “As for Frostleaf, please stand in front of me.” Having a beautiful woman to look at puts me in a good mood.
Eve Frostleaf shot her a sidelong glance, swiftly drew two silver swords, the sound crisp, but she obediently walked to stand in front of Jima, leaving her a beautiful view.
Jima admired her leg curves and smooth silken hair, then grabbed her dimensional space bag and poured its contents onto the grass, a jumble of items spilling out—half-drunk potions, daggers, a silk cloth for wiping sweat, half-eaten grapes, and so on, scattered on the ground.
Since George’s armor was pawned, Jima’s enjoyment had escalated several levels.
A voice came from behind her: “Jima, your things are too messy.”
“Hey, you should be looking into the distance, not at my tail, George.”
At that moment, the autumn wind blew a bright orange feather toward George, and he instinctively caught it, a strong fragrance wafting from the feather.
George was puzzled; Jima wasn’t one to use perfume and disliked strong scents: “What is this?”
“A feather.” Jima calmly walked down the small hill and reached out to take the feather back.
This wasn’t an ordinary feather but a membership badge from a well-known “Comprehensive Women’s Service Center,” formerly known as a “brothel,” within the empire. One could only receive such a feather as a gift from a female worker if they had captured her affection.
During her restless days, Jima chose to visit the “Comprehensive Women’s Service Center” to discuss life and dance skills with the young and beautiful waitresses. Thus, the gold coins from George’s pawned armor flowed into the pockets of those fallen girls and women.
Many waitresses, coming from tragic backgrounds and forced into working at the “Comprehensive Women’s Service Center” for various reasons, received opportunities for redemption and extolled Jima’s generosity, while she thoroughly enjoyed playing the role of a savior for fallen women.
Jima calmly placed the feather into her dimensional space bag and turned around.
At that moment, a tight pair of nude stockings was blown toward George by the damned autumn wind. He caught it and saw it was sheer.
“Nude stockings?” George said, “I remember you don’t like this color of stockings at all.”
Jima quickly snatched them back, saying, “People need to step out of their comfort zones and embrace new things. Even if I’m a succubus, don’t you agree?”
“That makes sense.”
Why do married women prefer old-fashioned nude stockings? Such a stereotype. Next time I’ll ask her to change to black ones.
Jima thought as she stuffed the nude stockings into her dimensional space bag.
Now, finally nothing was scattered around. Jima sighed in relief and planned to call Lianxi later to properly tidy her dimensional space bag.
She rummaged through the pile of clutter and found a black box. Opening it revealed a messy collection of candles, dried insects, and so forth, all divination materials.
She lit the candles, which flickered in the autumn wind but showed no signs of extinguishing. She arranged the candles in a circle and sprinkled a circle of magically treated grains around them for protection.
Then, she conjured a fire in the center and tossed the insects into it. The insect shells turned yellow and black, emitting wisps of faint green smoke.
Jima took a deep breath, squinted her eyes, and gazed at the fire.
“Divine its location.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than a cloud of black smoke rose from the insects, like a dark curtain obscuring the flickering flames and making it difficult for her to see the location of the extraordinary object.
Immediately, Jima used herself as a medium; the connection was strong, like lightning easily tearing through the dark curtain, allowing her to glimpse the changing firelight.
Simultaneously, the torn dark curtain roared like a thunderclap, startling the guardian who was obscuring the demon lord’s extraordinary object with dark magic from afar.
As soon as the form of the demon lord’s extraordinary object appeared in the firelight, a jar featuring the initial rising sun of a sanctuary was resting among silks. As the perspective rose higher, a black leather suitcase could be seen, tightly locked with a light gray metal chain.
A delicate white hand gripped the black suitcase tightly, the nails painted purple. Jima also noticed a leg clad in sea dragon skin stockings underneath the hand. With only the stockings worn, Jima, having seen countless beauties, immediately recognized the figure as a dark elf sorceress.
Time was of the essence; Jima tried once more to elevate her perspective.
It was a forest, a herd of dark elves riding black horses with red eyes galloping through it, accompanied by a troop of beast-human hybrids, not in pursuit but providing protection.
The dark elf sorceress in the group shouted something; Jima couldn’t hear what she was saying, nor knew what dark spell she was casting.
She tensed up, ready to face the dark elf sorceress’s “duel.” The last time she was in golden form, the sorceress had managed to force her to seek healing from Jenna.
As the dark elf sorceress finished casting her spell, a cloud of black mist erupted from the tip of her staff, obscuring the wooden box tied to her waist in an attempt to sever the medium and interrupt the divination. Unexpectedly, it had no effect at all.
Jima could still feel a torrent of malicious curses rushing toward her via the medium, but they struck like a crossbow bolt against a city wall—powerful yet unable to breach the barrier; they merely restricted her divination.
She was not the one who had lost to Jenna that day!
Jima spat out a curse: “Gout will kill you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the dark horse under the dark elf sorceress heaved a swelling knee, collapsing to the ground and throwing the dark sorceress off.
With the small obstacle removed.
Jima wasted no time and quickly raised her perspective even higher.
The vast forest unfolded before her, and not far away was a smoking castle filled with beast-men.
Jima recalled what she had seen and immediately sought further divination to question what this place was.
The northern part of the Casson Duchy.
That was indeed a no-man’s land created by the beast-men.
Jima attempted to divine a more detailed location:
“I’ve located it; it’s in the northern part of the Casson Duchy, Kalvin Mountain—”
Suddenly, the scene in the firelight flickered, and the face of a mature woman with red hair and blue eyes appeared. Jima had no time to appreciate her beauty, as she noticed that the woman’s lower body resembled that of a python, robust and connected to a large mass of flesh with centipede-like legs, resembling a queen ant.
“Very impressive.”
Jima was astonished to find she could actually hear the woman’s words, and then felt a chill; this indicated that the woman had already pinpointed her location.
The circle of grains immediately began to smoke and burst into flames. A thunderclap sounded from the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck toward Jima.
