Six-Armed Serpent Demon

Page 17

Tell the person you're telling not to come after you anymore.

She sensed Su's presence telepathically. Her emerald green vertical pupils emitted a cold, eerie light.

The four arms below returned to behind her flawless body, resuming their protective posture. However, one of the arms was now charred black.

Otherwise, we'll turn you into experience points.

The enormous, jet-black snake nimbly changed direction, parting the vines and aerial roots of plants as it swam into the depths of the jungle, disappearing silently into the torrential rain.

Tusu stared blankly at the tree until a hand repeatedly slapped his cheek.

“Guruk”.

His eyes refocused, and he murmured.

Tusu then realized that the rain had subsided sometime earlier. Standing before him was the old man Guruk, who was grabbing his shoulder and slapping his face. Behind Guruk were a dozen or so tribal hunters, their faces filled with grief and indignation, collecting the bodies of their fallen comrades.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, the old man Guruk breathed a sigh of relief.

"it's me."

The old hunter's voice became lighter.

Tusu asked in a hoarse voice, "Sumaku and the others..."

Sumaku was his closest friend and one of the five comrades who fought alongside him to the very end.

Old man Guluk shook his head, as if he had aged decades.

Tusu's heart sank.

Old man Guluk asked in a low voice, "Is it her?"

Tusu nodded vigorously.

By this time, he had regained his senses and could clearly recall the scenes after he was bewitched.

Shame made his face burn.

“What do we do next?” he asked old man Guruk through gritted teeth. “How are we supposed to catch that bastard?”

"The tribe has already shed enough blood, let's go back."

Old man Guru said sadly, “I’m going to tell the Southerners that they’ve found the person they’re looking for, and now it’s their business with her. This wasn’t our war to begin with, let’s go back.”

Blood rushed to Tusu's face and neck.

If it weren't for his dark skin, his bald head would definitely have turned bright red.

"This is already our business!"

Tusu roared, "She killed so many of us! I'll kill her to avenge Sumaku and the others!"

Old man Guruk shook his head.

"Don't you understand? We've been fooled by the Southerners! That guy isn't a snake-man at all!"

Tears of hatred and sorrow welled up in the old man's eyes.

"I tried to communicate with the spirits of the fallen warriors and send them to heaven, but guess what? I found nothing! Their spirits are gone! Think about it, what kind of snake-woman can devour the spirits of the dead? That thing is a demon, a demon with six arms and a snake tail! She is immortal! We cannot defeat her!"

Tusu fell silent.

After a long while, his tone returned to calm: "What will the Southerners do then?"

"do not know."

"Old man Guruk said wearily."

“I’ve heard them mention it before. She’ll head north, over the mountains, to the far north, where there’s endless water. If they can’t catch her here, they’ll go to the coast to intercept her.”

Tusu nodded.

He made up his mind.

"You take them back; I'm going with the Southerners."

The old man, Guruk, stared at him in horror, then raised his eyebrows and roared furiously, "Are you insane, Tusu! You've never left the mountains, nor the tribe! You're all alone in a foreign land, facing that immortal demon, what can you possibly do?"

"To hell with immortality!" Tusu roared back. "Someone has to do something!"

His face was contorted and his eyes were bloodshot.

"I know I'm powerless, but I won't remain powerless forever! Sumaku and the others cannot have died in vain! Even if I have to chase them to the ends of the earth and risk my life, I will take the head of that demon and avenge Sumaku and the others!"

Chapter 19 Narubel Pass

The sky flickered between light and dark, and the rain intensified.

Even the cloaked flying monkeys dared not take flight in this weather, leaping and calling out from the treetops, guiding the six-armed serpent demons in the dense forest to move swiftly and meanderingly.

The six-armed serpent demon was soaking wet; the recent carnage had left her extremely excited.

There were no paths leading deep into the primeval jungle. To avoid leaving any trace, she charged forward relentlessly, not even using her sword to cut the venomous snakes disguised as vines or the sharp branches coming her way, enduring them all thanks to her demonic skin imbued with magic.

He rushed up a small hill in one breath, and then rushed down the hillside in one go.

Ahead was a precipice, and beside the precipice was a mountain stream. Due to the torrential rain, the stream had turned into a muddy, rocky waterfall.

The six-armed serpent demon stopped at the edge of the cliff.

The cloaked flying monkey called softly above her head, indicating that she was safe and there were no pursuers behind her.

She breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hands to gather her black hair, which was soaked by the downpour, and took out the last bottle of healing potion from the mage Ur's dimensional bag and poured it into her mouth.

Feeling a slight tingling or itching sensation from the healing burn wound, she felt relaxed.

She looked up at the sky, where dark clouds seemed about to collapse overhead. Thunder seemed to echo in her ears, and lightning bolts resembled fiery serpents soaring through the heavens.

Go find them.

She telepathically connected the flying monkey in the cloak with the image of the Deinonychus and the two owl bear cubs.

The cloaked flying monkey barked twice in dissatisfaction, then turned and left.

She settled comfortably against the rocks, closing her eyes to feel the cool rainwater trickling down her skin and scales. A sense of peace settled over her.

Just then, she twitched her ears and opened her eyes.

The demon's keen hearing picked up on some unusual sounds.

The sobs and screams of women and children lingered faintly among the treetops and vines.

Following the sound, the six-armed serpent demon used both hands and feet to slowly slither down the steep cliff. Gravel occasionally rolled down beside her.

Reincarnation isn't without its advantages.

She thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

—If this were my past self, someone who was afraid of everything, stranded in a primeval jungle in the dead of night during a torrential downpour, I would never have the leisure and inclination to come here for an adventure now…

The sobbing grew louder and louder.

But when she arrived at the foot of the cliff, she saw only exposed tree roots and broken rocks, and no one else was there.

The waterfall roared nearby, and her body was enveloped in cool, refreshing mist.

She looked left and right, her snake body slowly moving forward.

Amidst the rising mist, a huddled dark figure suddenly appeared not far ahead.

She drew her twin swords.

"Who is where?"

The shadowy figure looked up in surprise, then straightened up.

She saw that he was a handsome boy, about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in fancy but worn clothes. He had a beautiful, huge diamond ring on his hand. That diamond ring should have been worn by an adult. The boy's other fingers were very small, so he had to wear it on his thumb.

The boy looked at her, his voice ethereal: "Are you here to take us out?"

The six-armed serpent demon did not answer, but simply blinked.

In an instant, the Eye of Truth dispelled the illusion, and the boy and the thick fog vanished.

This is beside the riverbed of the mudslide waterfall. A large section of the cliff was washed away by the mudslide, exposing large areas of fresh soil and exposed tree roots.

The six-armed serpent demon saw a small arm emerge from the mud. The arm was nothing but a skeleton. She noticed a huge diamond ring on one of the skeletal fingers, exactly the same as the one on the little boy in her hallucination.

She severed the tree roots that were tightly gripping the soil with a single sword stroke.

Then a large, messy mass of things fell down with a crash and scattered along the narrow riverbank.

She identified a rotten wheel, some broken wooden planks, a dilapidated coffin, and a large pile of broken human bones.

There are people and horses.

She glanced at the skeletons, noting that there were at least a dozen skeletons in front and behind, all of them robust men clad in tattered armor.

The skeletons, surrounded by these middle-aged men and closest to the coffin and wheels, belonged to a total of six people. Her medical school education on Earth in her previous life hadn't been in vain; she easily discerned their ages: one adult and five children.

The adult skeleton was dressed in a very elaborate dress, which, although dirty and broken, still vaguely revealed the magnificent and dazzling shadow of its former self.

Of the remaining five children, three were dressed in dresses and two were dressed as boys. One of them was the boy wearing the diamond ring in the hallucination.

She turned her attention to the coffin.

She wiped the mud off the surface of the coffin. She realized she was mistaken; it wasn't a coffin, but a large rectangular leather trunk. However, because it had been soaked in water and mud, the leather had become as hard as wood.

She saw a badge on the suitcase.

She felt the emblem's design looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before. But too lazy to think about it further, she dismissed the question, reached out a hand, grabbed the rusty hinge on the box, and gave it a gentle tug.

The hinge was instantly pulled in two.

The lid of the upper box immediately separated from the box and fell off.

Inside the box, the sand and mud had almost solidified into clumps, but it still couldn't obscure the magical radiance. There lay a two-handed greatsword, flat inside the leather box.

She grabbed the sword hilt and pulled it out of the mud and sand in the box.

The sword was much heavier than a typical steel sword. The blade was covered with a layer of green rust, beneath which a faint blue light shone.

The six-armed snake demon waved it around a couple of times, clearly enjoying it.

She used a spell-like ability called "Enchanted Weapon" on the greatsword, and the surface rust immediately fell away like dust, revealing its original, dazzling silver-blue appearance underneath.

She held her breath.

This silvery-blue luster belongs to an extremely precious metal... This greatsword is actually made entirely of high-purity refined gold!

There is an inscription on the spine of the sword.

Within the vision of the Eye of Truth, the inscriptions faintly shimmered with a magical aura.

She thought silently in her heart:

【Elinuwal - The Sword of Mander】

This name belongs to the founding monarch of the Sanlachmand dynasty, the paladin of Amannata.

The reborn person remembered.

On the walls of the circular basement of Eric Manor, where she awoke, countless metal patterns were inlaid. Among them was this emblem.

This is the emblem of the Mandeb dynasty, the predecessor of the Samarachchi.

These skeletons should belong to the group of the last monarch, Einuvar II, who disappeared during his escape. Since there are no people dressed as kings among these six skeletons, it is estimated that these six skeletons belong to Einuvar II's queen and several children.

She looked up at the cliff.

For centuries, no one has known where the bloodline of the Mandeb dynasty finally perished, leaving behind countless legends, some true and some false, which have been the subject of endless fascination and conversation for generations.

But perhaps none of the legends are true; they are merely embellishments and conjectures by later generations.

When they fled back then, they only encountered a mudslide caused by a rainstorm.

But it's not over yet.

The six-armed serpent demon reached into the box and felt around, discovering that the sword guard was only a shallow layer, inconsistent with the overall thickness of the box.

So he grabbed the sword guard and flipped it upwards.

For a moment, the golden light dazzled her eyes.