The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 543 None of that can hurt you anymore.
Chapter 543 None of that can hurt you anymore.
Qingyi paused, exchanging glances with Ruxue before bursting out laughing.
“So that’s why you didn’t want to let me see her face… you naughty woman…” He gave Ruxue’s butt a firm slap, hugging her tightly.
“Hm… it’s not my fault if you want to devour everything you see…” “Devour?” Nianxue, standing in front of them, raised her face in shock. She knew well what that word meant, at least in the literal sense.
“Don’t devour Nianxue! Nianxue tastes awful!” Her face filled with panic, only to elicit another laugh from Qingyi, who placed his hand on her head, stroking her smooth white hair.
“Don’t worry, that’s not the kind of devouring we’re talking about!” Moving his eyes away from her nakedness, he opened the system store and bought a simple, elegant white dress.
“Put something on first, then we can talk a little.”
Nianxue took the dress, looking strangely at Ruxue as she pressed the fabric against her ample chest.
Right, humans wore clothes. She should have known that.
Although a little unaccustomed, she dressed herself, and finally, her curves were covered with a certain level of modesty, only a small neckline revealing the soft, creamy flesh of her bluish breasts.
She looked at her own now-covered body with interest before her eyes fell on Qingyi again.
“You said something about a master. Who is this master? Have you met him?” Qingyi asked. It seemed that Nianxue liked the clothes.
His eyes immediately shifted to her status screen, which brought a big smile to his face.
[Name: Bai Nianxue
Age: 20002
Corruption: 0/100
Chastity: Intact
Lust: 1%
Talent: Genius
Reward: Extremely high
Cultivation: Third stage of the astral body realm
Spiritual Roots: Astral-level demonic blood root
Bloodline: Heavenly Blood Demon Blood (Astral Grade) Constitution: Primordial Demon Body (Astral Grade)
Traits: Faithful, gentle, naive, optimistic, ancestral power] Peak Astral Body Realm and with an unmatched bloodline. Wasn’t she a gold mine?
Upon hearing Qingyi’s question, Nianxue’s face fell and her expression turned serious.
She seemed to think for a long time, gathering her words.
“I… don’t know him. I have memories, orders, things I need to do. But nothing beyond that.
I know he exists, but… that’s all.” Nianxue lowered her head,
trembling.
She seemed to have remembered things that weren’t very good.
“Don’t worry,” Qingyi laughed lovingly, forcing as much warmth as he could into his voice. “None of that can hurt you anymore. I won’t hurt you anymore.”
He hugged Nianxue and, after a few more words, decided it was time
to properly introduce her to all the other girls.
Ruyan was definitely the one who had the easiest time with Nianxue. After all, both of them had origins linked to the Heavenly Demon.
Once, Ruyan even asked Qingyi if, if possible, he would allow her to deliver the final blow. Her anger towards the Celestial Demon, who dared to be an enemy of her husband, blossomed beautifully alongside Nianxue.
Lanyin and Lingxue, on the other hand, had a little more difficulty, but in the end, they just accepted Nianxue.
After all, it wasn’t her who caused all that harm to their people. It was
her creator.
With Elize taking Nianxue to the kitchen, Qingyi was finally alone and had time to do what he was most eager to do.
It was time for him to advance his lineage to the maximum level!
***
While things in the land of the fox people were lively and demonic corruption was being swept away from the Tree of Life, the situation on the other side of the world was not so happy.
War had arrived. The flames of the winged beasts of the elven people already engulfed the empire.
Lucios, who had finally assumed the position of Patriarch of the Vaeldrinn, stood surrounded by corpses while his bronze dragon fed
eagerly.
The beast had undergone many improvements.
As the now oldest and most powerful dragon of this people, a great
ritual had been prepared, something similar to the ascension ritual that Red Death had undergone.
It was not yet at the level Khaedryss had been when he set the entire empire ablaze, but it was very close.
“What is it, old friend?” Lucios asked, noticing his dragon had stopped eating the corpses.
In the distance, among the Vaeldrinn soldiers who were collecting everything useful from the imperial bodies, was a knight. But he was
not riding a horse.
He was riding a moose. His tall, thin body was covered in elegant greenish crystal armor. Ears even more pointed than Lucios’s were revealed by the sides of his open helmet.
This was a High Elf from the Twelfth Ring. Behind him were twenty others, all above the Eleventh Ring.
“Patriarch Lucios, cousin. It’s good to see you’re in good health.” The High Elf smiled, dismounting from his moose and approaching, ignoring the bloodthirsty gaze of the bronze beast.
“I don’t remember our peoples being such good friends… what are you
doing in our lands without my permission?”
“The same as you, old man. War is coming for everyone.”
The High Elf took out a scroll and handed it to Lucios. The old man read the scroll carefully. The shock on his face grew
deeper with each word he read.
“Surprised?”
“No…” Lucios clenched his teeth and shook his head.
“We received identical intelligence after an attack by a crusader group
from the Church of Auranys. Ten thousand paladins. They seem to be gathering forces in the capital of the Divine Kingdom, but… they are undefended.”
“It looks like a trap. Imperial forces have also invaded our lands, more than two million soldiers, but no specialists. Everything is being gathered in the Holy Capital.” The High Elf spoke, scratching his chin. This was a sensitive issue for both peoples.
With so many experts in one place, they could launch a massive
attack and decapitate either of them, leaving the other alone and
isolated.
They had many enmities, but none of that mattered in the face of the risk of annihilation.
After all, despite all their differences, they were still both elves, and
once upon a time, they had lived together in the Tree of Life of the
elven people.
“Hm… Either we believe this is a trap and don’t attack, or we wait and pray that it is a trap…” Lucios closed his eyes.
What on earth could possibly be in the Holy Capital to gather so many
forces there?
