Chapter 695: Succubus
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 695: Succubus
"There are always so many coincidences in this world, aren't there?"
Ariel moved her fingers, and as the gaps between them opened and closed, the images of the entire world shifted continuously.
It was like the switching between some ancient black-and-white image magic and modern, mature color image magic; the frames split and then gradually merged.
Yet, whenever the scene shifted to black and white, a vibrant, thread-like crimson glow slowly seeped out from beneath the skin of Bult and Dolan.
It was a color distinct from humanity. Against the backdrop of the already grey and desolate world, this blood-like hue was exceptionally piercing. It looked like a swarm of parasitic threadworms, burrowing through their human-like husks and diffusing in a chaotic mess.
"Speaking of which, I just got this eye and haven't had time to adjust to it yet. I shouldn't have been able to spot you so easily, but as luck would have it... that admirable Demon General—whatever his name was—provided me with his blood. That's the only reason I could lock onto your identities with a single glance."
Ariel flipped her palm. In the center of it lay a smear of fresh red.
This had come from the Demon General Basaroka just moments ago.
Because the timing had been too rushed, Ariel had not yet fully mastered the use of this Eye of Truth. What was currently displayed in her vision was merely the true "colors" of things, rather than their true forms.
But that was enough.
With contrast comes differentiation.
Until she completely mastered the Eye of Truth, as long as she could remember a target's "base color," no disguise could escape her gaze.
"You've been deliberately trying to get us to follow you just to lead us into some kind of trap, haven't you? If I really had gone with you, even I might have accidentally tripped up... As expected, as long as I don't get involved with that guy, my luck is always great."
The corners of Ariel's mouth curled into an unruly arc. While celebrating her good fortune, she curled her fingers into a claw and swung her hand violently.
In an instant, a gale roared!
Scorching air currents rose around Ariel, making her ink-black hair dance wildly like the Milky Way hanging upside down.
"What?"
Bult’s expression changed drastically. Sensing something, a strange pink glow flickered around his body to resist the blistering heatwave.
However, the blazing flames seemed sentient, growing stronger wave after wave. The mere impact of the fire forced him to retreat continuously.
"This is the power of a Fourth-Tier Martial Artist?"
Beside him, Dolan—who had looked down on Ariel just moments ago—was now utterly terrified. He felt like slapping himself just to check if he was dreaming.
This is Tier 4?
Is this fucking Tier 4?
You’re telling me this is fucking Tier 4?!
A Tier 4 can suppress the two of them with a casual wave of her hand?
Why don't you just say this person is some big shot's soul reincarnation? She looks young, but inside she's already an old monster!
"Idiot, calm down! Look closer, this is a Divine Blessing!" Bult shouted.
Dolan snapped out of it.
So that's it—a Divine Blessing!
That explained it!
Power originating from a deity often brought about a level of shock that defied common logic. History was not without examples of ordinary people with Divine Blessings defeating top-tier experts.
"The physical body of a Divine Blessing user is usually very weak."
Dolan and Bult exchanged a look and nodded in silent agreement.
The strange pink glow around Bult suddenly surged, temporarily holding back the rolling waves of flame.
Meanwhile, Dolan’s figure began to fade, vanishing silently under Bult’s cover.
"You almost fooled me."
Dolan sneered inwardly.
A Divine Blessing was indeed powerful, and it gave one the right to be arrogant.
However, those who possessed Divine Blessings often neglected their own cultivation. After all, when you have such immense power within arm's reach, why would you bother with the grueling effort of training from scratch?
Therefore, the Divine Blessing user themselves was often the weakness.
"In the end, you're just a... Fourth-Tier Martial Artist!"
Dolan bypassed the layers of surrounding fire walls. This meticulously arranged defense only made him more certain of his theory.
He spat out a small black bead. The bead spun rapidly, silently opening a small hole in a weak point of the fire wall.
Dolan slipped through the hole. He didn't use the imposing black sword hanging at the side of his trench coat. Instead, with a slightly effeminate flick of his wrist, an exquisite dagger appeared in his palm.
A deep purple, cold glint flowed over the dagger. It was coated in a poison famous even in the Abyss; even an Overlord-class Magical Beast wouldn't last half a minute against it.
Without any hesitation, Dolan’s figure flashed, thrusting the dagger directly toward the girl's heart!
"I win!"
An excited light flashed in Dolan’s eyes.
But...
What greeted him was not a defenseless, frail girl who only knew how to throw around divine power.
Instead...
"Of all the stupid enemies I've fought, you're the first one to deliver your face right to my sword."
Ariel suddenly opened her eyes. Her pupils, which had returned to a bright, deep black, reflected Dolan’s sudden look of horror.
Ariel’s body, which had been coiled like a tensed bow, slowly unfurled. The gathered power became even more compressed as she gripped her fingers tight, swinging the ruler-shaped greatsword—which was nearly taller than she was—from her side.
"Take this, my exclusive secret technique—Heavenly Fire Draw!"
BOOM!
Heaven and earth trembled.
The walls of fire actively parted to the sides to better vent that terrifying power.
Bult was pushed back several steps by the aftershocks, cracks like shattered porcelain appearing on his skin. But he had no time to worry about that; he stared into the center of the flames in disbelief.
He could no longer see Dolan.
The last thing he saw was a puff of ash gradually dissolving into the fire...
"One... one move? Just one move?"
Bult’s lips trembled as he spat out words thick with fear:
"Are you kidding me? He was killed that easily?"
As a companion, he knew Dolan’s strength better than anyone.
Even if Dolan couldn't match a Demon General, he certainly shouldn't have been killed so easily by an ordinary Tier 4.
And in just one move.
Now he, too, wanted to slap himself to see if this was a dream.
"I wouldn't say it was 'easy.' After all, not many people can take that move of mine head-on."
The flames dispersed, revealing Ariel’s figure, standing like a god or a demon.
She tilted her small head and looked at Bult with anticipation, asking:
"What? Do you still doubt whether a 'mere' Fourth-Tier Martial Artist like me actually killed a Demon General?"
"No... I... I don't. You... you're overthinking it."
Bult squeezed out a smile that looked worse than crying.
He didn't grieve for his companion's death; he only regretted coming here. They had simply run into a stupid kid fleeing for his life on the road, and upon hearing the kid had companions, they had come here hoping to snatch some credit. He never expected to run into such a monster!
Damn it, compared to this freak who treated fighting above her tier like eating and drinking, the most ferocious magical beasts in the deepest parts of the Abyss were as cute as kittens!
"Well, I accidentally killed that guy. But for a guide, one should be enough."
Ariel said it was an accident, but she was clearly very satisfied with that strike.
As expected of her exclusive secret technique—it was incredible!
"In that case, I assume you'll be a good boy and... Ugh!"
Ariel suddenly frowned slightly, a muffled groan escaping her throat.
The injuries from her fight with Basaroka, which hadn't fully healed, were torn open again by the strain of that last attack.
Although she forcibly suppressed the look of pain and kept her body standing straight, that slight abnormality was keenly noticed by Bult.
"As I thought!"
A sharp light flashed in Bult’s eyes.
Even if this girl is an absolute freak who can defeat Demon General Basaroka while being tiers lower, it definitely wasn't easy. She must be seriously injured!
"What?"
Ariel seemed to sense Bult’s thoughts and gave a cold laugh. "You think you have a chance of winning against me in this state?"
"No, no, no... how could I possibly have such thoughts about you?"
Bult also let out a bright smile, and his previous hostility vanished as if it had all been an illusion.
At that moment, his aura underwent a massive change. The shift was so abrupt that Ariel felt Bult’s smile... actually looked somewhat flirtatious?
"I just want to show you my true form."
Pink mist began to billow out once more.
Bult, enveloped in the pink mist, suddenly underwent a massive transformation.
The muscular skin, covered in cracks, shattered like glass piece by piece. Then... a slender leg stepped out seductively from the mist.
Next came a slim, fair arm that looked as if it were carved from white jade. Then came a majestic chest, bound only by a black tube top, which was only slightly inferior to Ariel’s current form. Then came a flat, smooth belly, and an exquisite, soul-hooking face...
Finally, poking playfully out from her waterfall-like, waist-length hair... was a small, twitching tail with a heart-shaped tip.
"You... you are..." Ariel’s eyes widened.
"That's right, I'm a succubus, you know~"
"Bult" gave a flirtatious smile.
She tapped her red lips with a finger, and tiny, hazy hearts appeared in her crimson pupils. As she blew a kiss, the sensual pink mist enveloped them both.
"You seem to like women too, don't you?"
"Yes... I like... women..."
Ariel’s eyes gradually lost their luster. Under "Bult’s" soul-stealing gaze, she began to walk forward unconsciously, step by step, toward "Bult."
"Charm Spell!"
Roya, standing not far away, looked extremely anxious. She hadn't expected that Ariel, who could even defeat a Demon General, would fall for such a trick.
Was it truly a case of a hero being unable to resist a "gentle land"?
But there was nothing she could do, as "Bult" was clearly wary of her, and the pink mist made it difficult to get close.
"You like women? That's good, because I am a woman."
"Bult’s" finger moved from her red lips downward, tracing the devilish curves of her body before slowly coming to rest on her chest.
"I'm not just a woman; I'm a succubus. A succubus who can make you experience the joys of Heaven. Do you like me?"
"Like... I like... I like succubi."
Ariel drew closer, a doting, almost perverted smile appearing on her pretty face.
"If you like me, that's good."
"Bult" exhaled a fragrant breath and even brushed her hand over her own chest, adding to the seductive charm.
"Then come here quickly. Hurry and throw yourself into my arms. You should know, these are the real deal. They feel much better than those fakes of yours."
"Hehe, real deal... real... fake?"
Ariel’s body suddenly froze.