mtl008 Chapter 216: Celie was killed
Chapter 216: Celie was killed
The heavy obsidian door closed silently behind Yang Xining, isolating the demon guards such as Gel outside.
The air was filled with a strange smell of sulfur, blood, and expensive incense.
The room was large but dimly lit, illuminated only by a few clusters of dark green magic crystals embedded in the walls and the pale "soul fire" burning in the fireplace.
Celie was not sitting on his hideous throne.
He leaned casually on a couch covered with black monster fur, his silver hair draped over his shoulders like flowing moonlight.
He changed out of his battle armor and wore a well-tailored dark silver velvet robe with a slightly open collar, revealing his graceful collarbone and a small area of pale chest.
In his hand, he was playing with a crystal cup filled with dark red liquid. In the dim light, his obsidian eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, were fixed firmly on Yang Xining who walked in.
Yang Xining forced himself to remain calm.
"Come closer, little pet." Sele's voice was low and magnetic, but it carried an unquestionable commanding tone, like a cold snake's tongue licking across the skin.
Yang Xining suppressed the disgust and vigilance in his heart, took a few steps forward, and stopped a few steps away from the couch.
Her dark, watery eyes met his scrutiny fearlessly.
"Tsk tsk tsk," Selè put down his wine glass and stood up. His tall figure brought a strong sense of oppression.
He approached slowly, and every step seemed to step on Yang Xining's tense nerves.
He paced around her, his eyes moving over her body as if it were real, from her face, which was covered in dust but still retained its exquisiteness, to her slender neck, and then to her body, which was wrapped in simple clothes but could not hide her exquisite curves.
"It's really... a perfect creation." He stopped in front of her, so close that Yang Xining could smell the cold scent on him, a mixture of metal and ancient tombs.
His fingers slid along Yang Xining's jawline to her neck, and the cold touch caused her to shudder with nausea.
There was a playful and evaluative air to the fingers, as if she were a treasure to be sold at a price.
"Do you know why I didn't lock you up in the dungeon?" Sele lowered his voice, carrying a sickening ambiguity, "Because a 'collection' like you deserves a more... decent and private display space. For example... my bedroom?" In his eyes, naked possessiveness and a twisted lust emerged like a poisonous snake.
Yang Xining felt her stomach churning, and the huge sense of humiliation almost overwhelmed her.
She tried to break free, but Sele's strength was far beyond her imagination. The fingers that pinched her chin were like iron pliers, and the other hand naturally grasped her waist, pulling her tighter into his cold embrace!
"Let me go!" Yang Xining growled, the power of the sea god in his body surged instinctively, and a light blue light appeared around his body, trying to shake him away.
"Heh, little wildcat." Serely paid no attention to the weak water power, instead finding her struggles even more amusing. He lowered his head, his cold lips almost touching her ear, and his voice was like a devil's whisper: "Don't waste your energy. Here, I am the master. Your power is no match for mine. Be a good girl, and be the beautiful canary in my cage. Perhaps... when the mood strikes, I'll reward you with the title of princess."
His other hand began to move erratically around her waist and back. The cold touch penetrated the thin fabric, bringing waves of nausea and fear.
The predatory look in his eyes became stronger and stronger. It was obvious that his so-called "collection" was far more than just viewing.
Just as Selie's icy lips were about to press against Yang Xining's neck, and his hand was trying to penetrate further—
An indescribable torrent, originating from the depths of his soul, a mixture of overwhelming anger, extreme humiliation, near-death despair, and... some kind of completely enraged ancient will, suddenly erupted in Yang Xining's body!
That's not the gentle blue light of Poseidon's power!
It is a pure, violent, dark energy that carries the aura of destroying everything!
It was like the deepest shadow instantly swallowed up all the light in the room!
The soul fire in the fireplace flickered violently and almost went out!
The dark green magic crystals on the wall made a cracking sound under the weight!
"Ah——!" Sele groaned, as if he was hit hard by an invisible hammer!
The restraining force he exerted on Yang Xining was instantly shattered by this terrifying dark torrent!
He staggered back a step, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief and horror appeared on his face!
"What...what is that?!" Selley screamed, his black eyes that were always full of control were now filled with great fear!
He stared at Yang Xining intently - no, he was staring at the terrifying black shadow that was surging out of Yang Xining and almost solidified!
Yang Xining's body floated up, half a foot off the ground.
She lowered her head, her long black hair dancing wildly in the wind, and the ends of her hair were burning with dark green demonic flames!
She slowly raised her head, and her originally beautiful black eyes had now completely turned into two bottomless black whirlpools burning with the fire of destruction!
The corner of her mouth curled up into a hideous smile that was definitely not her own, one filled with endless violence and ridicule!
Then, a hoarse, ancient, terrifying voice, as if it came from the bottom of the abyss, emanated from Yang Xining's mouth, shaking the entire room. "...How dare you touch my host body with your filthy claws?!"
This voice!
This breath!
Sereos felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and all the blood in his body froze!
As a person from the demon world who has lived for hundreds of years, he is of course very familiar with this pressure that comes from deep in his blood and makes all demons tremble!
That only exists in ancient books and legends...
The breath of Satan, the ancient god of war, the god of death in the demon world, and the only assistant to the great devils of all generations!
"No... Impossible!" Celie screamed uncontrollably, her voice distorted by fear. "Lord Satan?! How... How could you... be parasitic in the body of a hybrid?!"
He couldn't understand and couldn't accept it!
Satan is the supreme symbol of the demon world and only serves the real devil!
How could it be on this woman? !
"Bastard?" "Yang Xining" (Satan) let out a deep laugh that made Celie's soul tremble. "Her bloodline is a thousand times more noble than a mixed-blood descendant like you! You are overstepping your bounds!"
As the last word fell, Sele felt an irresistible and terrifying will locking onto him!
The magic power he was proud of was like a candle in the wind in the face of Satan's pressure!
He wanted to summon the legion and call out to the guards, but his body and soul seemed to be frozen!
I saw "Yang Xining" slowly raise his right hand with his palm facing up.
The shadow power that filled the room gathered madly and condensed into a shadow blade composed purely of destructive energy in her palm, which kept twisting its shape!
It was not a physical entity, but it exuded an aura that was a million times more terrifying than that of Sele's Shadow Blade!
"Use your life to atone for your blasphemy." Satan's voice was cold and decisive.
Sailie's pupils suddenly shrank, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped him! He burst out with all his strength, trying to defend himself, trying to escape! But it was all in vain!
"laugh--!"
The shadow blade silently penetrated the space, instantly piercing through the magic shield that Selele hastily condensed and the powerful magic armor on his chest!
Like a hot knife through butter!
Celie's body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.
There was no blood gushing out. The moment the shadow blade composed purely of destructive energy pierced into him, it began to madly devour his vitality, magic power and even the essence of his soul!
His handsome face shriveled and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, his silver hair lost its luster, and the light in his black eyes quickly dimmed.
"Uh...Godfather..." He made a hoarse sound in his throat, filled with extreme fear and unwillingness.
He never dreamed that he would die in this way, at the hands of a woman he regarded as a plaything, and even die at the will of the oldest god of war in the demon world!
"Yang Xining" (Satan) looked at Selé indifferently as he quickly lost his life like a weathered statue, and waved his arm lightly.
The terrifying shadow blade, along with the life source of Selene that had been completely devoured, turned into a wisp of black smoke and merged back into Yang Xining's body.
The power of suspension disappeared, and Yang Xining's body fell softly to the ground.
The darkness and destructive aura in her eyes receded like the tide, and her eyes became bright again, but they were filled with extreme fatigue, confusion and residual fear.
She watched the remains of the Celie on the ground quickly dry up and eventually turn into a pile of black ashes. Her stomach churned violently and she almost vomited.
Satan's ancient and tired voice sounded in her mind for the last time, with a hint of warning: [My strength is exhausted this time... I may have to sleep for a while... Take care of yourself...] Then it was completely silent.
silence!
Deathly silence enveloped the audience room!
There was only the sound of the soul fire flickering faintly in the fireplace.
Yang Xining slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, cold sweat soaking his back.
She killed Celie!
Use the power of Satan!
Outside, there are countless demon guards of Serel.
Escape! You must escape from here immediately!