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Chapter 252 Male Succubus Lillian
Chapter 252 Male Succubus Lillian
On a giant tree, dozens of times larger than the other gray and white trees, sat a strangely shaped palace, which was entirely formed by the twisted branches of the giant tree, and countless crows perched on top of it.
These crows were as black as pure darkness, almost completely blending into the night, yet their eyes never closed, always keeping watch over the gray-white forest city.
Together with the other crows in the trees, they formed a vast surveillance network, monitoring everything in the city.
But there are always places they can't monitor.
In the deep darkness, a shadowy figure, seemingly deeper than the rest, was rapidly crawling toward the giant tree, unnoticed by the crows perched on its branches.
Inside the Ancestral Tree Palace, the Raven Demon Lord vaguely sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly what the problem was.
"No, something's wrong, but where exactly is the problem?"
The Raven Demon Lord was always cautious, and he did not take this feeling as an illusion.
He was certain that he had this feeling because something in the unseen world had offended him, triggering his intuition through spiritual communion.
However, the other party was too well hidden. No matter how much he used the Crow Network or even the cursed clouds hovering overhead, he couldn't find a trace of them.
Instead, they found a comatose crow-man in the city of the gray forest, but the nearby crows said they hadn't noticed when he had passed out.
"Someone has invaded my territory." The Raven Demon Lord rose from his treetop throne, his tone chilling.
Like the other crow people, he also had a crow's head and his body was covered with black crow feathers in various colors.
Unlike the other crow people, he was significantly larger, with golden pupils that exuded an indifferent divinity.
"Chiron, don't make such a fuss. This isn't the first time you've been paranoid."
Upon hearing the voice behind him, Chiron, the Raven Lord, felt an inexplicable fire rise in his heart and his body become unbearably hot, but he still managed to suppress the impulse.
He knew that the owner of the charming voice was someone he couldn't afford to offend.
Calming down, he didn't turn around, still keeping his back to the source of the voice, and said, "This time is different. Someone has indeed infiltrated the Grey Forest, but I can't find where he is."
A soft laugh came from behind, and the voice continued, "Do you think it might be Rost coming to see you?"
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"Rost?" Chiron scoffed. "It can't be that good-for-nothing. He doesn't have the guts."
He then added, "I'm more worried that the visitor is the Blood God. I've heard that his army has already reached the Withered Wasteland and is about to approach my territory."
Chiron narrowed his eyes, a hint of apprehension creeping into his heart as he mentioned the Blood God.
If we were to name the toughest opponent in this invasion of the material world by the Forgotten Realm, the Northern Territory, represented by the Blood God Cult, would definitely be a contender.
The Blood God Cult not only destroyed almost all the Gates of Oblivion in the Northern Territory, but also invaded the Oblivion Realm in reverse. Many Oblivion Monarchs were beheaded by them, and their bones were piled up into mounds of corpses.
Many beings in the Forgotten Realm tremble at the mere mention of the term "Blood God Cult," and some even struggle to distinguish who truly represents the Forgotten Realm.
"If my lord hadn't been held back by several ancient immortals and unable to deal with him, he would be dead by now," Chiron said bitterly.
Now that the Forgotten Monarchs ahead are either dead or have fled, it's his turn to face the Blood God Cult's chariot, and even he finds it a headache.
"Chiron, there's something I must remind you of," a charming voice rang out, though this time it sounded much more serious. "I also sensed something; it seems to have intruded into your palace."
Upon hearing this, Chiron was startled.
Many times, he didn't trust the succubus behind him, but there was no doubt that the succubus's perception was much better than his.
Especially when the enemy is close by.
Without a second thought, he summoned a vast expanse of cursed gray mist from outside the palace, casting a curse of doom upon every inch of the palace grounds.
A tremendous amount of misfortune has accumulated within the palace. No matter how well an intruder hides, as long as he remains inside, he will inevitably be afflicted by this misfortune, and everything he does will be fraught with unexpected misfortunes.
Chiron thought so, but the actual results were not as he had imagined.
In the thick gray fog, a deep shadow approached silently, rushing to Chiron's side before he could react.
Immediately afterwards, a pair of dark hands reached out from the shadows and grabbed the shadow behind Chiron.
"What is this?" Chiron felt a tremendous force pulling his body backward.
Looking down, he noticed the anomaly and immediately cast a spell to temporarily separate his shadow from his main body, preventing it from interfering with his main body.
The separated shadow quickly disappeared, and Chiron watched with a grim face as his shadow was swallowed by a mass of shadow.
He knew that this was the intruder, and if he couldn't retrieve the swallowed shadow, he would lose it forever and never be whole again.
"Who are you?!" Chiron demanded.
The shadows writhed, and a human clad in a black robe rose from them. A trace of the writhing shadow lingered on the corner of his slightly upturned mouth, but he quickly swallowed it.
After he finished, he smacked his lips and commented, "The shadow tastes good, I'm very satisfied."
"Are you a member of the Blood God Cult?" Chiron asked again.
Modi certainly couldn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either. Instead, he left them in suspense, letting them fill in the blanks themselves.
He first sized up the Raven Lord, then his gaze passed over Chiron and landed on a succubus behind him.
It was a succubus dressed very boldly, with very little clothing on her body, fitting all of Mordi's stereotypes about that race.
With every gesture, a natural charm emanated from him, and now Modi finally understood why the Lost Monarch had been captivated by him.
Unfortunately, this succubus, with mostly fair skin, long golden wavy hair reaching her waist, and resembling a doll, was male.
Mordy's gaze swept across the airport, lingering for a moment on the slightly bulging part before he quietly shifted his gaze, involuntarily recalling Rost's words.
He paused for a moment, feeling a pang of sympathy for Rost.
Rost had assured him with absolute certainty that the succubus Lillian was a pure female succubus, and he probably had no idea that she was actually a man.
However, he quickly shifted his focus, saying, "Male succubi... are rare even in the Succubus Realm, which is known for producing succubi. Only royalty can give birth to male succubi. Which royal family in the Succubus Realm do you belong to?"
Lillian didn't answer, but instead said, "Isn't introducing yourself the most basic courtesy before asking about someone's background?"
"Heh, that's true... Styx, the psychic mage, it's your turn."
Modi remained calm, having already put on yet another disguise for himself.
He doesn't seem to be a member of the Blood God Cult? A psychic mage... why would he have such a nickname?
Chiron narrowed his eyes. He had never heard of the name "Stix" before, nor had he heard of the nickname of a psychic mage. He became even more wary.
"So you're a mage." Lillian clapped her hands, a charming smile appearing on her delicate face. "Lillian Eloni, that's my name."
Eloni...the Elonisia family?
Modi remembered that the current succubus queen in the succubus realm also came from the Elonisia family.
"So, you are a sacrificial vessel cultivated by the Elonisia family?" he asked without any hesitation.
He had heard that succubus families, especially royal families, would use special rituals to transform purebred male succubi into sacrificial vessels, which would then be used in special rites.
"You've even heard of this? Well, it's true, I am indeed the next sacrificial vessel of the Elonesia family."
Lillian didn't seem to care about this, even though being a sacrificial vessel wasn't exactly a desirable status.
Modi nodded, offering no further comment, and slightly raised his finger, shooting out a pale green light.
Chiron's expression changed, and he transformed into a flock of crows, flying away in all directions.
Unfortunately, part of his body had been hit by the green beam beforehand and instantly dissolved into a pool of black water.
Crows circled inside the hall, cawing and squawking, among which was a slightly hoarse voice: "What kind of magic is this? Why do you oppose me?"
"Great Disintegration Technique. Also, someone is offering money to kill you, and that's all I'm here for."
Modi kept firing restoration spells disguised as Great Disintegration, spouting nonsense in the process. Later, he simply changed the way he used the restoration spells, releasing them as an aura.
A restoration aura enveloped the entire palace, returning everything not on the whitelist to its original state.
The crows that manipulated curses and misfortune gradually died out, and Chiron was surprised to find that his own misfortune and curses were of little use to his enemies.
In past battles, as long as he set a curse of misfortune, his enemies would inevitably suffer great misfortune.
In this situation, a mage might blow himself up due to the chaos of magic when casting a spell, and a warrior might suddenly fall ill and vomit blood when throwing a punch, making it impossible for the enemy to harm him.
His curse of misfortune essentially amplifies the probability of his enemies encountering unexpected events, causing all sorts of bad things that shouldn't happen to occur. Such a method targeting luck and probability is, in theory, difficult to stop.
Kosticus defied the norm; Chiron's curse had no effect on him, and other curses placed upon him were completely ineffective.
Inside the palace, the last raven died under the restoration aura, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black liquid.
Modi now understood why the Primordial Witch Lilith loved regenerative abilities so much; the feeling of mowing down large areas of grass was truly captivating.
"You destroyed one of his bodies," Lillian said gleefully. "He, and the Death Curse Lord, will not let you get away with this."
This succubus was on the restoration aura's whitelist, so it wasn't dissolved on the spot.
"I'll wait for them to come," Mordy said in a flat voice, casually grabbing Lillian by the neck and stuffing him into his sleeve.
A glimpse flashed through the cuff; Modi flicked his hand and looked up at the dome.
Lillian has the Elonesia family behind her, and the Elonesia family has produced a succubus queen. She can't be killed casually, but she can be used as a bargaining chip.
Although Mordi is not afraid of the Succubus Queen, her connections are too extensive, and who knows which immortals she might implicate.
It's best to avoid making enemies if possible, otherwise you might end up wiping out entire families, which would be too troublesome.
"I just don't know if Lillian ran away secretly or was released by the Elonesia family."
Modi thought the former was more likely, since Lillian didn't have any guards with her.
"Tsk, I wonder what kind of expression that simp Rost will have when he finds out the truth."
The smile shifted to his face, and despite eagerly anticipating Rost's reaction, he didn't leave immediately.
He was waiting for belated retribution.
boom!
The dome cracked, and a muffled thunderous sound came from above.
Modi stared intently at the giant golden eye atop the cracked dome, his expression remaining calm.
The entire Ancestral Tree Palace unfolded and blossomed like a blooming flower, until finally, it was completely exposed to the ominous cloud of curses.
The breath of death mixed with curses formed a huge vortex, and in the center of the vortex was a massive three-legged raven, staring at Mordy with its single golden eye.
The three-legged raven's normally black feathers now display a variety of magnificent and dazzling colors, most of which are colors that ordinary people cannot distinguish. Just one glance at them can make people dizzy.
The crows of the grey forest screeched and circled around Chiron, gathering a thick aura of curses and misfortune.
Chiron roared, and a curse of doom poured down upon him.
However, his target this time was not Modi, but the space where Modi was located.
He cursed that region, destabilizing it and foretelling a devastating catastrophe.
"It can be used like this?" Mordy sensed the unusual commotion around him. As soon as he took a step, he saw the space around him shatter like a mirror, with spiderweb-like cracks surrounding him.
The space became displaced and distorted, and when he looked straight ahead, he could clearly see his back.
The surrounding fragments reflected different parts of his body, even magnified blood vessels and cross-sections of internal organs.
But spatial displacement is just the prelude; the real danger lies ahead.
Modi moved his eyes and, through the gaps between the fragments, saw a storm about to sweep in from the distant void.
Distances in the void are difficult to judge by common sense. One second the storm was far away, but the next second it was blowing right next to Modi.
"Even the probability of an astral storm arriving can be affected. Lord Raven Nightmare, not bad."
The fragments were swept away by the terrible storm, but Mordy remained standing, anchored in place by a gap that prevented him from being swept away by the astral storm.
As the gap opened and closed, his figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a shattered space and frenzied energy emanating from the void above the Ancestral Tree Palace.
A ripple stirred in Chiron's heart; his intuition kicked in once more.
He flapped his wings and flew away without looking back, but he was still too late.
As he moved forward, a pitch-black rift suddenly opened, with countless scarlet eyes staring intently at him. This gaze seemed to possess some kind of power, rendering him unable to move.
Behind the rift, Mordy activated another ability within the Witch Factor: Medusa's Eye.
While it's impossible to completely petrify Chiron, it's still possible to disrupt his movements.
The next moment, another gap opened above Chiron's head, and a whistling sound came from within, as if something was falling rapidly.