northernbook Chapter 1537 The Opponent Must Be Shamed
Chapter 1537 The Opponent Must Be Shamed
Muraki stared indifferently at the Hydra's undead body that crashed to the ground.
A huge snake head rolled to his feet, its blood-red vertical pupils not yet fully closed, still holding the resentment and bitterness of its dying moments.
However, not long after, the head began to slowly disintegrate from the edges. First, the scales turned into specks of light and scattered, then the flesh and blood melted away, and finally even the bones turned into nothingness, completely transforming into a wisp of purple smoke that dissipated into the air.
"Hehehe, congratulations, Muraki."
A voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of leisure and amusement.
Muraki looked back.
"Even among the ferocious beasts of ancient times, the nine-headed serpent Xiangliu was a formidable existence, second only to the four great ferocious beasts. I never expected that you could actually defeat this ancient ferocious god."
A middle-aged dinosaur tribesman dressed like an old-fashioned bar owner slowly emerged from a withered, dense forest that had been ravaged by poisonous fog, a cheerful expression on his face.
"It's you." Muraki slowly sheathed his katana. "What are you doing here?"
“Of course I know you’re here.” Tyrannosaurus Rex Wilbara grinned. “Don’t forget, I told you how to take the power of Hydra.”
"..." Muraki was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm asking, what are you doing here?"
“I’m a businessman, of course I’m here to do business.” Willba took out a square object wrapped tightly in cloth from his pocket; its outline looked like a stone slab. He held it up in one hand and waved it in front of Muraki: “Same price, no bargaining, how about it?”
Muraki's eyes, hidden behind his mask, twitched slightly: "You have this?"
He stared at Willba with a scrutinizing gaze, as if trying to see through his smiling exterior to uncover his true hand: "How much do you really have left?"
Willba: "The last one."
Muraki: "You said the same thing last time."
Willba: "This time it's definitely true, I guarantee it."
"..."
Muraki remained silent for a moment, then took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and casually tossed it over.
Willba caught it steadily, weighed it in his hand, and his smile widened. He tossed it with the same motion, and the cloth-wrapped stone slab arced through the air before landing in Muraki's hands.
Muraki lifted the cloth, revealing a corner of the stone slab. His gaze lingered on it for a moment, and he saw the golden seal script engraved on the stone slab before putting it into his pocket.
"Oh, and here's one more piece of information for you."
Tyrannosaurus Will said domineeringly, "The outcome in Crimson Dragon City is already decided."
"Ye Ge won, and Sima Qing is already dead."
Muraki's expression changed slightly.
"You mean Night Song?"
"Wasn't he just in the Crimson Plains?"
Muraki was wondering whether Night Song had died or not after the Zerg's blood sacrifice and nest-destroying formation.
After all, even a Soul Emperor realm expert might not be able to escape unscathed from such a massive destruction.
But now they're telling him that Ye Ge not only didn't die, but also defeated Sima Qing??
How did he manage to travel from such a great distance back to Crimson Dragon City in an instant?
“I don’t know about that. My older brother from my past life has always been so mysterious. Nobody knows how many trump cards he has up his sleeve.” Willba shrugged.
"So Yege also obtained the Azure Dragon Sacred Bone and the power of the laws?" Muraki asked.
“Yes,” Willba said. “However, although Sima Qing is dead, the nascent Qilin was not obtained by Ye Ge, but was retrieved by Karl of the demi-human race.”
'Karl......'
Muraki was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes and stared intently at Willba, his gaze so sharp it seemed to pierce him: "Who exactly are you?"
"I told you, although I am an Invader just like you, my identity in this world is that of an NPC. Anyway, I will not be your enemy."
Willba looked up at the sky: "Alright, I should go."
"The seal on the constellation Spica has been broken. Among the Four Divine Beasts, the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird have all broken free of their seals, and the day of Heaven's Arrival is drawing ever closer..."
"It seems the war in the realm of gods is almost over, hehehe..."
The smile on his face became meaningful.
He then turned around and walked towards the depths of the decaying forest, his figure quickly swallowed by the mist.
Muraki stared at his retreating figure, remaining motionless for a long time.
Beneath the mask, complex thoughts churned in those deep, dark eyes; it was impossible to know what they were thinking.
......
The Demon Realm, Snow Song City.
"Um......"
Mo Nanxi let out a soft murmur in her sleep, slowly waking up in a daze.
Consciousness rose as if from the deep sea, vague and chaotic.
I......
still alive?
She struggled to open her heavy eyelids.
Her vision was still blurry, but she could feel that her body was bound by something, making it difficult for her to move.
There seemed to be someone standing in front of me...
Night Song, Gao Shenxue, Xia Xiyao, Bai Xueling, Nangong Qiuyue, Long Ying...
It's them?
What about Sima Qing?
Where is the Taotie?
Ye Ge and the others seemed to be looking at her at that moment.
Xia Xiyao, Yu Li, Qu Qu, Leng Yuening, and Xiao Yuxi, these girls who are relatively shy, all had an abnormal blush on their cheeks at this moment, and their expressions seemed a little embarrassed.
"Xiao...Xiao Ye," Xia Xiyao said, her face flushed and her voice tinged with embarrassment, "Even though she's a prisoner, why is she tied up like this? I don't know why, but it feels so shameful..."
Ye Ge reached out and patted her head: "You don't understand, do you? Shame is the right thing to do. If even you feel ashamed, the other party will definitely feel even more ashamed. To defeat your opponent, you must first defeat their will. To defeat your opponent's will, you must make them feel ashamed."
Xia Xiyao, with a naive expression that seemed to understand but not quite, nodded blankly: "Oh..."
"Hmm...that seems to make some sense..."
"...That makes no sense at all!" Nangong Qiuyue glanced at Ye Ge and said with a face full of disdain, "I think this is clearly just your weird fetish, you pervert!"
"..."
Mo Nanxi narrowed her eyes and frowned.
Perverted... fetish?
At this moment, she finally regained full consciousness.
Then--
She saw herself clearly now.
"!!??"
Her pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.
He was bound hand and foot with ropes in a spread-eagle position, tied to a wooden cross in an extremely shameful posture!
The way the rope was tied was extremely strange and unheard of. The rope, in an extremely tricky way, bound her graceful figure under the papal robe, making it appear perfectly curvaceous. What should be shown and what shouldn't be shown were both perfectly displayed at this moment. Every rope mark seemed to have been carefully designed, just right to outline every curve of her body.
An unprecedented sense of shame surged into my heart like a tidal wave...
"!!!??"
Mo Nanxi's eyes widened.