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"Bastard! Bastard! That abominable mage, I'm going to kill him sooner or later! Zorga was swearing while constantly moving his waist.

Under him, there was a plump lady with a brown show. Her gorgeous dress had long been torn into rags, and her private places were being roughly in and out.

The mixed feelings of pain, fear, and shame make the noble lady cry and wail at the same time, and life is worse than death.

Zorga had a huge laceration-shaped wound in his back. It was originally a place where wings grew. But the dragon wings he was proud of were destroyed by Gordon.

It will take at least two months or more for the wound to heal.

"I'm going to kill that mage! I will pay for the pain I have endured a hundredfold! I'm going to insult that mage's lover like I'm this lady under me! ”

A storm of anger and hatred rolled up in Zorga's heart, and he vented all his hatred for Gordon on the fair-skinned female body below him.

The male dragonborn also inherited the lustful nature of the male dragon, not to mention the power of the dragon in Zorga's body, which came from a raging, greedy and crazy red dragon. After every battle, whether he wins or loses, he has to use a woman's body to calm the lust in his body.

is different from the ** exchange between lovers full of tenderness and sweetness, Zorga just frantically vents his **, regardless of the pain of the woman under him.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally shuddered his back and shot out the pent-up anger and male essence.

By this time, the poor lady had already lost her mind in pain.

"It's useless!" Zorga spat out, then stretched out his thick arm and, with a click, twisted the noblewoman's neck.

"Alright. While the blood is still warm, send her to the regimental commander! Zorga, who ended a life with his own hands, said to the demonized mercenary standing beside him without care.

He stood up, put on his clothes, and stepped out of the makeshift tent.

The succubus Melenis happened to be passing by. She had a coquettish smile on her lips, her eyes curved into slits, and she seemed to be in a good mood. Zorga saw the bronze lantern in her hand glowing even more striking blue, and knew why the succubus was happy.

"What a good harvest, Miss Melanis." Although he knew that succubi were not easy to mess with, Zorga still couldn't help but want to deal with the other party. For a male Dragonborn who is lustful for color. The beauty of the succubus is simply irresistible.

Melenes looked at the Prisoner Lantern in her hand and smiled, "Yes, Mr. Zorga. I've collected a lot of fine souls. The Succubus Queen was able to get a lot of capable men and clever servants this time. ”

She turned her head, and several seduction demons were following behind her, carrying the corpses of humans dressed in sumptuous costumes. Among them was a seducer on his shoulder. One on the left and one on the right carried the bodies of two women.

Zorga grabbed the corpse's red head and glanced at it, and now both of them were stunningly beautiful. And it looks a little similar. It seems to be a sister or relative.

"It's a shame that they died like this, and they didn't let me enjoy it." Zorga shook his head with a slight regret. It would be a wonderful experience to be able to make this beautiful woman cry and struggle under her crotch.

"I don't feel sorry for it at all. Their souls are great and can be transformed into succubi with the best qualifications. When I got back, I had two more sisters. Melenes chuckled.

She glanced at Zorga. He added: "If you don't dislike them, you can use them." The softness and temperature were just right, and I could have made Mr. Elshas wait a little longer. ”

Zorga hurriedly shook his head: "Forget it, I'm not interested in corpses." ”

"Goodbye then. Mr. Zorga. The succubus gave Zorga a wink, twisted his full and round buttocks, and gradually walked away in the other party's eyes full of **.

She took the demon who carried the corpses to a specially carved glade, and then asked the porters to put down the corpses of all the nobles and place them in the center of the magic circle.

Elshas stood in the magic circle, manipulating the crimson orb of sin, absorbing all the blood in the corpses of one noble nobleman after another.

The pearl of sin in his hand is becoming more and more red, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger, but this is far from enough. Elthas knew that he would have to kill all the surviving human nobles in the hunting camp and then allow the Orb of Sins to suck their blood in order to complete the "Crimson Hunt" ritual and fully charge the Orb of Sin.

After the ceremony, the blood-drained, pale and shriveled corpses were thrown directly to the hungry demons, giving the abyssal visitors a good meal. Of course, the only ones who can be qualified to taste the fresh human flesh of the main material realm are the more advanced demons such as the Berserker Demon and the Enchanted Demon.

The weak Rat Demon and the Quart Demon only had to look at the dry drooling. If Flo and Thorn Armor are lucky, they can also divide a few bones stained with meat scraps.

Baroryan Demon Grondall sat cross-legged under a tree. The thick trunk of the tree behind it had long been scorched black by the flames on its body. The demon commander watched his subordinates munching on human flesh and was indifferent.

"These lower creatures who are still addicted to primitive instincts." It sneered inwardly and looked up at the sky that was torn apart by dense foliage. The infinite pale blue made the fire demon very uncomfortable, because the sky of the abyss was always oppressive lead gray.

The warm sunlight scattered by the huge fireball in the sky also made it uncomfortable, far less comfortable than the flames of the abyss, which were filled with the smell of chaos and sulfur.

"The nasty main material realm! This multiverse is so disgusting. Barlow Flame Demon thought, "Daytime! As long as you survive the day, which makes the demon weak and unable to exert his strength, at night, he can complete the mission of Lord Dimodo, kill those humans in one go, and then return to the abyss. ”

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"My friend, mourn." Dorn patted his friend on the shoulder. It's just that looking at Gordon's gloomy face, he knows that his comfort is probably ineffective.

Master Lannister sighed. When encountering this kind of thing, Gordon can only accept it himself and slowly adapt to it.

The main content of Ms. Bishop's meeting after the battle was to count the damage suffered by the hunting camps. In last night's battle, two hundred people died at the hands of demons in the camp, among them fifty nobles.

In addition, after the arrival of the demons, there were about fifty nobles with one hundred and fifty retinues, hunting and other entertainment activities outside the camp. None of them made it back to the camp in time.

Although these people are only in a state of "disappearance" now, everyone who understands knows that they must all be dead.

Among the fifty nobles who did not return to the hunting camp in time were Tracey and Polly.

After receiving the news of Tracey and Polly's disappearance from Ms. Bishop, Gordon's face has been ugly, and only Dorne and his sister Sheona have spoken out to comfort him.

"Let's mourn ......"

Dorne's voice echoed in his ears.

To be honest, although the two daughters of Tracey and Polly have already had the most intimate physical relationship with her, Gordon has not spent much time with them, nor has he had a deep spiritual communication with them. Between them, it's just a playmate relationship that pleases each other with their bodies, and it's not even a friend.

But after all, it was two women who had a skin-to-skin relationship with him who died.

Grieved by the deaths of Tracey and Polly? Of course.

Angry at the demons who killed them? Sure.

Seeing that Gordon's face was not good, Dorne decided to comfort his friend again.

"Gordon, you don't have to be too upset. If you're lucky, you might be able to meet Miss Tracy and Mrs. Polly again. ”

If it were on Earth, when Dorne comforted himself just now, he would probably say, "Mourn and change, people cannot be resurrected after death." ”

However, in the world of Telos, people who die can be resurrected if certain conditions are met. And even if you can't be resurrected in the main physical realm, you may start a new life in another life form in some outer realm.

Gordon understood what Dorne meant. Tracey and Polly were killed by demons. They are nobles, so the blood will definitely be used for rituals and replenish the energy of the pearl of sin. And their souls, demons will definitely not be wasted.

The gold, silver, and jewels of the main material realm are unattractive to demons. But the souls of intelligent beings—including humans, elves, dwarves, halflings, and orcs—are the most coveted treasures of demons.

There's a good chance that Tracey and Polly will be transformed into succubi, and then work for a powerful demon lord.

In other words, if Gordon has strong strength in the future, he may be able to enter the abyss and reunite with them again.

Of course, this is only the most idealistic assumption.

Even if Tracey and Polly become succubi, Gordon can't guarantee that the demon lord they serve will not erase the memories of the two women as humans.

And after transforming from humans to demons, Gordon can't guarantee that they still remember their dewy marriage with him.

Ten thousand steps back, even if the Demon Lord hadn't erased the memories of Tracey and Polly, the two would still have a crush on Gordon. So, how is he going to get the two succubi out of the abyss?

Dealing with demons is not an easy task.

At this time, dozens of nobles gathered in the tent that served as a temporary command post. Lady Bishop, the priest Viscount Angelo, the cavalry commander Viscount Curtis, the Grand Duke's daughter Faria, her sister Sheona, and several other powerful nobles, including the three Rings Mage.

"Gordon, I understand your feelings, there are always casualties in war. What we need to do now is how to save everyone's lives. I now grant you the position of Commander of the Provisional Mage Regiment, and I hope that you will do your best to help me achieve this goal. Ms. Bishop looked at Gordon, "All the mages have a four-hour break, after which we will discuss the next steps. ”

"Yes, there are always casualties in war." Gordon muttered silently, and a man stepped out of the tent. (To be continued!)