NABC Chapter 384: 398 The Punished Succubus
Chapter 384: 398 The Punished Succubus
Chapter 384: Chapter 398 The Punished Succubus
Lancelot mobilized some True Yuan to wrap around his boots, ensuring they would make no sound upon contact with the ground, then cautiously poked his head out and looked towards the center of the interrogation room.
“Uh, bad news,” the skull’s voice echoed in Lancelot’s mind, “That’s not a soul-stealer fiend...”
Without Cromwell saying it, Lancelot realized that their earlier guess was completely wrong. The creature in the center of the room indeed had gigantic bat wings, but its skin was brownish-yellow, not the black that a soul-stealer fiend would possess; it had five fingers on its palms, which looked almost human despite the longer nails, but they definitely couldn’t be called claws.
Most importantly, the aura it emitted didn’t belong to Tanari, nor any Abyssal creature. Lancelot’s Spirit Perception told him, without a doubt, it was a Demon, a denizen of the Barto Hell, mortal enemy of the Demons.
Of course, he also saw the companion he had been searching for. The Succubus Paladin was hung by her hands, bound behind her, from hooks that descended from the ceiling and pierced her wings, suspending her in midair with only her tiptoes barely touching the ground. Beneath her feet was an eerie Magic Formation on the ground, with a hexagram in the center surrounded by a circle of Magic Runes that Lancelot didn’t recognize.
The Succubus’s body was covered with horrific wounds, varying in shape, evidently the Demon had already tried many kinds of torture instruments on her. Elothysia was clad only in her own blood, which made the beautiful Succubus appear extremely pitiful, while also filled with a Tao-like sense of ritual.
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“What the hell is that?” Lancelot urgently communicated his thoughts to Cromwell while rapidly surveying the surrounding terrain.
Undoubtedly, the most eye-catching feature in the room was the Magic Formation on the ground. The blood of the tortured would be swiftly absorbed by the lines and runes of the formation, emitting an eerie red glow. Around the formation, a circle of instruments of torture was arrayed to ensure the victim could experience every conceivable pain, while around the perimeter stood six sturdy columns corresponding to the six points of the hexagram in the Magic Formation. More cabinets surrounded the columns, topped with scrolls, potions, magic materials, and various other items.
The six columns might also be part of the Magic Formation, but their direct purpose was to support more weight from the ceiling. Slim and elongated iron cages were hung from hooks that dangled from the ceiling, some containing prisoners still alive, others only dry skeletons.
“As you command! My master!” Ulgog bowed his head low, “Everything will be as you wish, my master.”
When it raised its head again, the screen had disappeared, leaving the so-called Demon General deep in thought in place.
Lancelot was secretly shocked; Cang Ye clearly knew Ulgog’s true identity, yet the Mother of Demons still chose to cooperate with it. It was all too illogical; weren’t demons and devils mortal enemies? Cang Ye, as one of the oldest Abyssal Lords, why would she accept the service of a Bartez?
Seizing the moment the devil was momentarily distracted, Lancelot sent a telepathic message to Elothysia:
“I am here.”
The naked succubus slightly lifted her head; Lancelot stealthily gestured to her, revealing his position. Ulgog seemed to misinterpret the succubus’s action, it took off the ring from its hand, reverting to its original form, and said with a mocking expression to the succubus:
“Aren’t you curious how a Bartez noble from Barto Hell ended up in the Abyss and even became a general of demons?” the devil said with a sneer, “Fate really is unpredictable, Holy Warrior.”
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