My Cuckhold System - Chapter 126: The Natives
Chapter 126: The Natives
The axe radiated a faint oppressive aura.
Seraphyra tilted her head with a look of interest.
“Oh my.”
She circled it slowly.
“I’ve already taken so much loot… where am I even going to put you?”
She tapped her chin thoughtfully and then smiled mischievously.
“Oh well.”
Her body shimmered and her scales shifted as her massive serpentine form split…
Her enormous skin peeled away in one seamless motion, collapsing onto the ground like discarded silk.
From within emerged her human form… tall, voluptuous, radiant and completely unbothered by the ominous atmosphere.
She bent down and gathered her shed skin.
With a flick of her fingers, she reshaped it, condensing and folding it into a large, durable bag.
“Problem solved~”
She stepped toward the altar.
Wrapped her fingers around the axe’s handle and pulled.
The moment the axe slid free and left the altar, the chamber trembled.
Rocks moved violently, cracking skulls as the floor beneath her feet rose rapidly.
The altar platform began ascending like a hidden elevator.
Seraphyra blinked.
“Oh?”
The walls around her rearranged, sliding apart and retracting as ancient mechanisms awakened.
Within seconds, she burst upward into open space anx the rising platform stopped.
Seraphyra found herself standing atop the highest peak of the third layer.
Wind rushed past her as she looked ahead.
Her playful smile faded slightly…
What she saw in the distance, surprised even her.
“I better get to master…”
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Meanwhile, Gor’thala stood in the stream… or rather… what had once been a stream.
The water was no longer clear, it was red.
Bodies of the turtle fish like hybrid creatures with vampiric fangs floated around her. Their shells were cracked and skulls shattered.
A large pile of them lay stacked near the cavern wall.
She lifted another one from the water with its skull caved inward and dropped it atop the pile.
Plop~
Blood rippled around her ten-foot frame as she raised a hand and wiped the side of her mouth calmly.
Her expression remained unmoved and the current had stopped entirely, clogged by corpses.
She muttered a low incantation and a soft green healing light wrapped around her thigh where bite marks had punctured her skin.
The wounds sealed quickly.
As the glow faded, she noticed something embedded in one of the shattered shells near her feet.
She bent down and ripped the shell apart fully.
Inside, a small, glossy pearl-like object gleamed.
Gor’thala studied it briefly and then nodded once.
“A resource.”
She didn’t need a system notification to confirm it. If it was valuable, her master would definitely want it.
She stored it carefully and then stepped forward.
The stream deepened slightly as she moved further ahead.
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For nearly two hours, West rode atop the Verdant Pyre Behemoth without slowing.
The third layer was far more expansive than he initially thought. What he had seen from the ledge was only a fraction of it. The terrain changed constantly. There were crystalline growths like rough forests, cracked obsidian plains, sudden dips into sinkholes, and tunnels that twisted in unnatural spirals.
Creatures attacked them relentlessly along the way.
Some resembled elongated centipedes with transparent bodies that revealed glowing organs. Others were hulking quadrupeds with rocky shells and molten cores. A flock of bat-like predators once descended from the cavern ceiling in a screeching swarm.
But none lasted long.
The Verdant Pyre Behemoths were devastation incarnate.
Green flames roared with every step, branding the land and causing gnarled roots to erupt violently from scorched imprints. West joined in when needed with electricity crackling from his palms, fists smashing skulls and explosive cards detonating clusters of enemies that got too bold.
Eventually, the assaults thinned and the environment began to change.
The open, wild terrain slowly transitioned into something… structured.
West narrowed his eyes upon realizing that the land here looked deliberately arranged.
Massive stone formations curved in strange arcs, platforms connected at odd angles and walls rose and dipped in patterns that felt… intentional.
But it obviously was crafted in any human like way…
There were no straight lines or symmetry based on known architectural logic.
It was intelligent construction… just not by humanity.
The Behemoth slowed as they entered the perimeter of this unnatural establishment.
As soon as they did, West spotted dozens of small figures moving between stone outcroppings.
They were roughly four feet tall and their bodies were covered in coarse, reddish fur that looked matted and uneven. However, their limbs were a stark, unnatural blue. Frosty vapor trailed faintly from their extremities and their heads were round and bulbous.
Eight eyes dotted their faces in uneven clusters.
They had no visible mouths, except for just a thin slit that vibrated when they made sound… and they were staring directly at him.
For one suspended moment, everything was still and in the next…
“KRREEE—TSSSHHH!”
A shrill, garbled screech erupted as all of them charged at once.
“Of course,” West muttered.
The Verdant Pyre Behemoths roared in response and dove forward.
The creatures’ limbs elongated grotesquely as they moved witn their arms stretching like elastic cords before snapping forward to swipe.
One blue limb grazed West’s shoulder.
In an instant, frost spread across the fabric of his clothes and began climbing his skin.
He cursed and tore the cloth away, breaking the ice before it rooted deeper.
“Frozen touch? I’m guessing they’re the natives..”
He adjusted instantly, deciding to avoid contact from them.
He ducked beneath a swinging limb and drove his fist straight into the creature’s face.
Boom!
Its eight eyes burst simultaneously in a grotesque spray before it collapsed.
Another lunged from the side with its arm extending like a whip but a Verdant Pyre Behemoth intercepted it.
Green flame collided with blue frost and steam exploded violently.
The creature screeched as its limb began freezing the Behemoth’s paw but the Behemoth stomped down, igniting a burst of green fire that burned hotter and more aggressively than natural flame. Frost receded under the emerald blaze.
The battlefield became chaos as limbs stretched and retracted and frost crept across stone surfaces with green fire flaring in bursts.
West darted through gaps, using his speed to avoid direct contact while blasting them apart with brute strength worked.
One creature suddenly leapt high from a rock on his blind spot with both arms extending toward his face…
