Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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“Oh,” Ivy Beatrice said with a sudden realization, “then what do you think we should do, Steo?”

"This island isn't worth much anymore, we should get down to business," Medusa hurriedly said. "The mast will be repaired soon, let's get to the spot where the dragon head fell..."

The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became.

At this moment, the six-armed serpent demon's emerald vertical pupils held a familiar, cold indifference in its gaze. This immediately reminded Medusa of the time when she had barely managed to escape the sack and cling to the trimaran, only to be unceremoniously thrown far into the sea by Ivy-Beate.

Steo's arrogance immediately diminished by more than half.

"W-what's wrong, boss?"

The body of the giant, pitch-black serpent, adorned with vibrant colors, slowly rotated.

The six-armed serpent demon slowly straightened its tall body in front of Medusa, and Steo was terrified, while the punk's head was raised higher and higher.

"If I remember correctly, my request to you was to find a way to hire people."

Those vertical pupils, like emerald flames, looked down at her.

"Yes, yes, but—"

“Let’s put it bluntly, my friend. Let’s set aside deeper philosophical concepts like life and death for now,” Ivy Beatrice said amiably. “I say, Stewart, do you really think I paid you your lovely little gold bricks just to hear you admonish me that it’s impossible to hire people to build territories?”

Medusa shook her head frantically.

Even if she has a low IQ, she would know how to answer this question.

The six-armed serpent demon lowered its head, facing Medusa at close range. She was completely unfazed by the petrifying gaze and paid no heed to the serpent's head. Her emerald vertical pupils coldly stared into Steo's eyes, a chilling smile playing on her lips.

"I understand!"

Medusa immediately replied, "This area has a dense network of shipping routes, and prisoner-of-war ships and slave ships frequently pass by. We can buy slaves from them! Also, there are those people in the surrounding coastal cities who can't survive under the dragon lords' rule. I've heard there are a large number of refugees in Burning Harbor to the south..."

The six-armed snake demon reached out a large hand with satisfaction and patted Medusa's head. All the spiky snake hair lay obediently down, not a single one daring to hiss or bare its teeth.

"Isn't this a good thing? You've started to learn how to give full play to your initiative."

After she finished speaking in a language Steo couldn't understand, she started speaking in a language Steo could understand: "As long as you work hard, you'll naturally get your share of the lovely little gold bricks."

Stewart sighed resignedly.

But she couldn't help asking, "People can be brought in... but didn't you say that the most important matters of the state are sacrifice and war, and that as a leader you are only responsible for faith and killing... So once people are brought in, how will you solve their faith problem?"

The six-armed snake demon shrugged.

“Haven’t I made myself clear enough?” she said. “If they believe I can kill, what else needs to be addressed?”

Steo was speechless.

Just then, a soft child's voice came: "Ivy, are you busy right now?"

The six-armed snake demon turned its head and saw Blue Bubble stick its little head into the tent. After looking around curiously, it found her.

“A big, hairy man has come to the camp and wants to see you.”

The former goblin mayor of Blacksail Town curiously examined the numerous tents before him.

The camp set up by these uninvited guests at the dock was quite rudimentary, with no fortifications other than some fences and upright branches. However, this camp revealed that the adversaries were tactically astute.

If everyone had returned to their three-masted sailing ships to rest after last night's battle, then a surprise attack by a small enemy force, especially a fire attack, could have resulted in total annihilation and turned victory into defeat.

However, they set up a camp at the dock.

Although very rudimentary, it served a great purpose. The dock camp could provide mutual support with the crew of the three-masted sailing ships, and it could also deter small groups of enemies, preventing them from making any rash moves.

and…

The goblin glanced at the figure perched on the fence next to the tent and was secretly alarmed.

—Is this guy still Chasan the Lizardman?

The creature before them, once the lizardman Chasang, now resembled a giant monkey, crouching on the fence. Due to the extremely high degree of erosion from the transplanted demonic skin, the lizardman's entire green scales had turned pitch black, resembling the body of a six-armed serpent demon with equally pitch-black membranous wings growing from its back.

Chasan, the lizardman, stared at him, his eyes bloodshot, sparks and smoke occasionally escaping from his nostrils.

Blue Bubble walked out of the camp.

“Come with me,” she said.

The bear goblin obediently followed Blue Bubble through the muddy camp tents, twisting and turning several times, until they arrived at a relatively large tent.

Blue Bubble lifted the curtain for him, and the goblin politely thanked him before diving inside. Without saying a word, he first bowed deeply to the six-armed serpent demon.

"Greetings from the great conqueror, the bear-goblin Maui."

The six-armed serpent demon had never seen the mayor of Blacksail Town before, and remained silent for a moment. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

A few seconds later, the goblin heard her ask, "Are you a pirate?"

Upon hearing this question, he was horrified to discover that his usually keen sixth sense had made the hairs on his body stand on end!

—This lazy, casual question is actually a death trap!

If it weren't for the goblin's head being covered in black fur, the sweat on its forehead would probably be so bright it would dazzle everyone present.

The bear goblin didn't dare to respond to that.

In the magical world, there are ten thousand ways to detect truth from falsehood. If this person is caught lying, given his temperament, he will only suffer an even more terrible death.

“I was once the squire of the Black Sail Governor.”

The goblin said respectfully, not daring to answer "yes" or "no," that he "only obeys the Black Sail Governor and collects magical experimental materials for him in the sea... and all he collects are plants."

He glanced at the six-armed snake demon out of the corner of his eye.

These words were all true, of course, except that he didn't mention that he was a pirate before becoming the Black Sail Governor's squire.

The bear goblin planned to convey two messages to the six-armed serpent demon through this statement: first, he had powerful backers; second, he disdained being a pirate.

However, after saying that, the bear goblin's heart sank, and the hairs on his body stood on end, making him feel itchy all over under his clothes: "Oh, before being a servant, you were a pirate."

The magic of "thought detection" is so effective because when an intelligent being suddenly hears a question, the answer will first subconsciously appear in its mind, and then reason will filter the information to decide whether to answer truthfully, embellish, or fabricate.

Unless some premeditated repeat offenders implant false memories in themselves, instinctively thinking of a fake answer upon hearing the question, it's virtually impossible to guard against.

The next sentence put the bear goblin's mind at ease.

“It seems you haven’t been out to sea to rob and kill for a while,” the six-armed serpent demon said regretfully. “Now that you’ve seen me, hand over the nautical chart.”

She didn't even need to ask why the goblin had come; "Detective Mind" had already told her everything.

As for the Black Sail Governor, she didn't ask; Ivy-Beate had already scanned the goblin's mind with her telekinesis.

Before the Black Sails Governor arrived, this dilapidated stone tower did not exist on the island. One day, the stone tower appeared, and soon after, the witch who called herself the Black Sails Governor also appeared. After defeating the provocative pirates with magic and subduing the goblin bear, the witch was never seen leaving the dilapidated stone tower again.

Nevertheless, the Black Sail Governor's reputation still stands, and it would be too hasty to rashly execute her servant, as it might create enmity between them.

Ivy Beatrice has no interest in complications.

This is why the bear goblin wasn't turned into mincemeat by her "Blade Barrier" the moment they met.

As for the rest, the six-armed serpent demon had no interest in saying more to the bear goblin.

The goblin Maui bowed respectfully, head down, and carefully handed the sea chart to Medusa, who was standing to the side.

He mistook her for the handmaiden of the six-armed serpent demon.

Medusa, the punk girl Stewart, rolled her eyes, took the document, and handed it to Ivy Beatrice.

Ivy Beatrice slowly unfolded it, and after just one glance, she was captivated by the image.

This is indeed a detailed nautical chart. It shows the area of ​​the ocean, the surrounding city-states, and even the names of the dragon lords who rule these city-states.

She noticed that the shape of the ocean in her Abel world somewhat resembled the Mediterranean Sea from her previous life on Earth. Using this as a comparison, the city of Flame Earth could roughly be considered Tunis. And the island she was currently on... well, there was no comparison at all. This ocean was remarkably clean, lacking the Italian boots and those large islands. And simply calculating the distance and direction from the island to Tunis, it should roughly be in Malta.

The goblin Maui lowered his head and waited for a long time, but when he didn't hear any response from above, he understood what Ivy-Beate meant.

—You can get lost now.

He gritted his teeth.

“Great conqueror,” said the bear goblin Maui, “forgive my presumptuous assumption, but you wish to rule this place.”

The six-armed serpent demon shifted its gaze from the sea chart back to the creature in front of it.

"Ok?"

The bear goblin couldn't discern her emotions, so he had no choice but to continue speaking.

"This place, this island, is the heart of Xie Danhai. There's a volcano in the middle, and—"

“I don’t need you to teach me geography,” said the six-armed serpent demon. “Just say what you want to say.”

"The little man is an architect."

The goblin Maui said, “I was once a construction slave of the Golden Dragon Lord in the western ocean. I offended the dragons and was forced to flee to the sea. I was fortunate enough to be taken in by the Black Sail Governor and learned some runes and celestial magic from her at the Four Symbols Tower. I request to do my part in building your territory, if you will allow it.”

“Okay. From today onwards, you will be my project director.”

Ivy Beatrice readily agreed.

She was too lazy to use the tricks that superiors use to deliberately leave others hanging, to put on airs and exert psychological pressure.

The goblin exclaimed happily, "There's more—"

“And those half-ogres who escaped with you, right?” she said. “You were smart to have them all hide near the stone tower. They’re all following you and working for me.”

Ivy Beatrice paused.

"By the way, what did you say, the Four Symbols Pagoda?"

Chapter 112 The Four Symbols Tower

As the morning sun shone on Ivy-Beate's body and the long mountain path, the giant serpent slowly swam towards the dilapidated stone tower high above.

She strolled leisurely, smugly observing her system panel.

Dual-class user: Sword of the Military Path / Mortal Hunter

Life Dice: d+d

Ivy Beatrice looked at the newly displayed professional handwriting with satisfaction.

After consuming a large amount of soul power, she finally changed her profession to "Sword of the Military Way/Mortal Hunter". She replaced all the "Nature Champion" abilities left behind by her predecessor, the six-armed serpent demon Diraz, with the professional abilities of "Sword of the Military Way".

The data panel is now incredibly pleasing to the eye, and all the life levels displayed on it belong solely to her.

Ivy Beatrice was wary.

After doing all this, she softly called out: "Dilaz, are you there?"

Nothing happens.

Ivy Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.

She pondered for a moment, then tried upgrading "Sword of Military Path" to level 6. According to the demonic knowledge in her mind, the "Mortal Hunter" class ability was only level 6. She had already acquired all the arcane magic and the "Mortal Skin" transformation ability that a "Mortal Hunter" could possess, so further upgrading to "Legendary Mortal Hunter" wouldn't be very meaningful. As her level increased, she felt more adept at combat. This was precisely the level 6 skill of "Sword of Military Path," "Combat Techniques," as if everything around her was under her control. No matter what kind of enemy used what strategy or tactic, she could counterattack effortlessly. The level of her martial arts swordsmanship also increased to level 6.

The next second, she heard the demon concubine Diraz's contemptuous low sneer.

The text on the panel had changed. Ivy-Beate stared blankly as she saw a new line of text appear after her "Sword of the Way of the Warrior/Mortal Hunter" class: "Nature Champion/Sword of the Way of the Warrior." The "Nature Champion" text was still grayed out.

—I f*** you!

Ivy Beatrice has six hands and an extra credit card.

【MARGENT FAK】

She asked the Delaz in her mind helplessly, "How many life levels do you have left that I haven't replaced?"

But Diraz didn't give her any clear answer, she just kept laughing, and the louder she laughed, the better.

Ivy Beatrice was so angry her head hurt.

In other words, within this demonic body, there are still life levels belonging to Diraz that she hasn't replaced with her own level. There might even be quite a few, but she simply can't perceive them at her current level. She can only see them after leveling up.

—Damn, if only this panel were more detailed.

In the midst of her rage, she suddenly felt the black hole in her mental vision begin to ripple like a mirror again. It was a demon casting a "summon demon" spell, trying to summon her to kill and fight.

Fuck you, get the hell out of here!

Ivy Beatrice, embodying the spirit of a keyboard warrior, unhesitatingly manipulated her mental energy to send over several thousand words of profanity, cursing the ancestors of the one who summoned the demon twenty times—almost as many words as a daily update of a novel—before finally severing her mental connection with the other dimension.

Who knows, maybe after hearing her inspiring speech, that guy or girl will go into a berserk state and defeat their powerful enemy.

After thinking about it this way, she felt a little better.

She no longer believed a single word that Diraz had said, such as "demon essence" and "true name aggregation."