Nese broke through the wall of light. Spider webs chased him behind him. But it was too late. The shadow he cast had already covered Tarostos's thin body - her real body was huddled in the corner of the hall, injured. The glorious emperor's divine light was a bluff, draining her strength, it must be like this. There was nothing around her, empty, not even a few spider webs. She didn't have the extra strength to protect herself.
very good.
Like any ordinary girl, Tarostos covered her face with her hands and coughed out a lung. That's it for her.
(You are at your wits end!
!
!
)
"Come back quickly!
! came Winnie's cry - but there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him this time. Why all the fuss? He would smash Tarostos into a puddle. Then he would walk away with the prisoner and the loot.
Everything will be fine and go according to plan, as long as the obstacles are cleared...
Tarostos lowered his hand. Her eyes shot out dazzling white light and looked straight at him. His mind went blank for a moment.
The next moment, Nesai flew backwards. He realized that a large rubbery mass had just appeared in front of him and bounced him in the opposite direction. So that obviously couldn't be rubber.
He rolled backwards, landed on the ground, and sniffed - the man was almost unrecognizable, but the smell alone was enough to identify him.
The one who blocked his attack was Makchita.
The body of the beauty-hating demon is now four times the size of before. The four eyes as big as fingers protrude and become the size of goose eggs. The mane covers the whole body, and a long and fleshy tail is wrapped around the waist. . It's hard to say whether it's getting scarier or uglier.
He scooped up Tarostos, shielding her eyes with one hand and holding her awkwardly in his giant arms. The girl waved her hands, seemingly out of breath, "Okay. Okay." Makchita shook her roughly until the glorious emperor's divine light disappeared completely.
Tarostos clutched the hair on his arms and stomach, like any ordinary girl, and did not turn into smoke again.
"Makchita." Nese looked at the beauty-hating demon and shouted.
Makchita turned and blinked at him, scratching her head with her other hand, as if someone else had been responsible for the sudden surprise.
"Order: Stop." Without hesitation, Nese took out a small gray crossbow and fired at him. The beauty-hating demon lifted Tarostos upwards, and his belly sunk inward, turning him into a weird stuffed donut.
The crossbow arrow and the command passed through the hole in the donut, and the command hit the wall behind, causing a defensive ripple. The small gray arrow was inserted into it, and the tail of the arrow trembled.
"You have to sneak up on me when I'm not paying attention." Makchita didn't use honorifics, but he didn't seem angry at all. He just lowered his head, glanced back through the hole in his stomach, straightened up, and looked again A glance at Blaize in Winnie's hand said: "I am not the same person anymore."
Then he made a thinking expression common to all races:
"No, I am my original self now. So it is useless for you to use orders on me. Are you awake now?"
really.
The beauty-hating demon's voice passed through the broadcast clearly, even making the buzzing weaken. The queen's broadcast had no intention of affecting the communication between ordinary demons. It's very normal, reasonable, and should be common. But Nese felt it for the first time.
A cool breeze blew through my mind. Nesse blinked hard. The crazy behavior of the eyelids has improved, and the figure of the beauty-hating demon is very clear in the field of vision, and it is not divided into two.
He turned to look at Winnie, once again wondering why she was still here - she was in a mess, her face was covered with black ash, most of her hair was singed, and her leather armor was full of burn marks. Only her hands could be seen. It looks clean, very conspicuous, and a little weird. The ceiling was cracked by him, and the light came in and was refracted by the swirling smoke.
The bounty hunter caught his eye, lowered his face, and turned his head away.
"You did not join Beelzebub's army." Nesse turned to Makchita.
"My title has been taken by other demons. I am now homeless."
The beauty-hating demon tried to stroke Tarostos's head, but his finger was bitten. Tarostos looked too much like a real little girl at this time. Perhaps it was because he was caught in a hot, smelly place. The reason in the huge embrace. "Inexplicably, I can no longer feel the inscriptions on my name that guide me... It's really weird. I can't hear the radio. I haven't gone back to Hell to take a look. But the whole atmosphere feels strange to me. Strange. Neither beautiful nor ugly. But I don’t like the strangeness.”
Makchita's tone slowed down, "Everything has changed... it's changed a lot... it's completely different from what I thought. I sat under a pillar for five minutes, and I felt a steady flow of power - having said that, The scenery outside is pretty nice right now. So I thought, why don’t I come back and have a look? I haven’t gone very far anyway.”
"You want to go back to jail?"
"What you said is ugly. But it doesn't matter," said Makchita - he had just been attacked, but it obviously had no effect on his mood. "I heard you guys were arguing."
Then he popped his belly back to its original shape, stretched out a finger like a beast's leg, and pointed at Nese:
"I know what you're going to do."
"I also know what you're going to do: mind your own business."
"I just saved you." Makchita smacked his lips. He looked very confident, very different from before, "You saved me before. In human terms, we are even. Now listen to me. You can Take the Nexus and walk away—well, walk away. I’m going to take these three human children with me.”
He looked around and added: "Two."
"No..." Tarostos began to struggle, and Makchita shook her until all her hair followed gravity and fell on her shoulders.
Nesse looked at them, frowning—and not just because of the headache.
"There are a lot of other snacks outside." He didn't understand what Makchita was going to do. However, the Beauty-Hating Devil's conditions are worth considering—except that this condition is made by a demon. On the other hand, Breeze would be an excellent specimen - he would also bring him the hidden coordinates of the elves and other benefits...how important are these?
"You misunderstood. I didn't mean to eat them."
Makchita pursed her lips, "Don't humans often treat food as pets - although I'm not sure if this metaphor is correct.
I thought about it after hearing you argue. Just in time, I will raise them. My new family needs members. I'm going to start a new life in some other ugly place far away from here. Of course, I wouldn't make them too pretty. "
"No! Absolutely not!" Tarostos hissed upon hearing this. To Nese's surprise, she still didn't turn into smoke or emit light. His face was twisted into a ball, and his hands were scratching randomly, as if he was fighting with himself.
"She objects." Nese was still thinking.
The Demon Queen's buzz hasn't completely gone away. He thinks slowly.
Winnie walked between him and Makchita.
"Only one of them objects. Mother or daughter. The blessed will of the great will or the will of a little girl herself. One person's consent is enough anyway."
She put down Blazer in front of Makchita and said, "Take it away."
The beauty-hating demon was stunned for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction at Winnie. "You are so generous. May you always be ugly."
He grabbed the two children, completely smashed the crack in the ceiling into a big hole, and flew away.
Nesse returns to human form. The buzzing and headache finally stopped.
The voice of reason regains control of the mind.
"There is no next generation of Viannis." He subconsciously turned his head and said to Winnie: "Even if the invading demons are driven away, Vicardo has lost an orthodox ruler with enough power. And..."
"I didn't know you still cared about this?" Winnie raised an eyebrow and looked at him strangely.
She leaned closer as if she wanted to whisper to him. Then a palm hit him on the back of the head. Her hands are harder than diamonds.
