Chapter 411: Forgiveness and Taking Charge

Ding-guang ding-guang ding-ding-guang——

Blood foam sprayed, screams erupted everywhere.

Tally didn't even move her feet.

She summoned 【High Shadow Conjuration】 to create 【Jaw Swarm】.

Countless human jaws forged from dark shadow material surged forth with her incantation, blanketing the sky as they crashed toward the attacking land naga.

Crack-crack, the jaws snapped shut, already biting down on several terrified foes.

Though it was only a third-rank spell.

But Tally had 【Dark Manipulation】 enhancing her, and the opponents were pathetically weak.

They showed not a shred of resistance.

【High Shadow Conjuration】, after all.

It belonged to the illusion school.

It could simulate any below-seventh-rank conjuration spell using shadow matter—extremely useful.

She obtained it earlier at 【Cat Fairy Paradise】, and Luo De gave it to Tally for practice.

Given the succubus's lazy nature, getting her to study seriously took real effort.

During those early days, Luo De made her demonstrate her new progress every day before meals—only after passing would he feed her.

Tally complained: "I'm already lying down, pose set, legs spread—now you want me to demonstrate a new spell before the real fun begins?"

That's pure torture for a succubus!

But she couldn't defy her master's orders—he'd often tease and flirt just enough to fluster her, disrupting her focus, forcing her to try multiple times before succeeding.

That period was agony—able to see, but not touch.

"Ahh—"

"Don't bite me! Don't bite me!"

"Captain, save me! I'm dying!"

Someone truly dying couldn't scream so loudly!

The female land naga squad leader watched her subordinates trapped by shadow jaws, collapsing, screaming in terror.

Most of the jaws were just clacking midair—purely for atmosphere.

Only a few were actually biting and attacking.

"Useless!"

She realized the opponent was holding back.

Part of her even entertained the thought of retreating.

But then she glanced at the tall man.

She gritted her teeth hard.

Fuck it—he's this handsome, I'll risk it!

What does it matter if a naga dies for beauty?

Puchong—

She drew her curved blade, face set with fatal resolve, and charged forward with her thick serpent body.

"Give me back my husband!!!"

Then Tally punched her straight into the air, and she crashed down with a thud, unconscious.

"What even is that?"

Meanwhile, the other land nagas pulling the wagon.

Seeing their squad leader defeated so easily, they turned pale and fled without hesitation, vanishing back into the woods they'd come from.

Classic land naga traits—greedy and cowardly.

Luo De waved his hand, and Tally promptly dismissed 【Jaw Swarm】.

The few land nagas covered in bloody wounds finally caught their breath, crawling on the ground, staring at Luo De in terror, too afraid to move.

Luo De regarded them coldly.

He himself wasn't bloodthirsty.

His only two extermination missions: one against forest ratmen, one against a malevolent mind flayer coveting a magic ring.

Both were threats that needed to be eradicated immediately.

As for these pitiful bandits, ordered by the "High Priest" not to kill…

Considering one of his own servants was a land naga, he'd developed a slight bias toward this foolish race.

Let it go.

Not worth it.

"Go. Don't let me see you again."

The land nagas felt as if granted amnesty—their tense nerves relaxed instantly, scrambling to flee as fast as they could.

At least they remembered to drag away their unconscious squad leader.

Watching their retreating backs,

Tally smiled: "Master, you're so kind today."

"I'm always like this."

As they spoke,

The merchant family's patriarch, surrounded by his guards, approached and bowed deeply in thanks:

"Thank you both so much! Deeply grateful!"

The speaker was the father, Alfonso Taylor—he was so moved he nearly wept.

His son felt the same gratitude, but Tally's transformed appearance was so striking he kept glancing involuntarily at her face.

Human nature, after all.

Luo De was often stared at by girls too—he was that handsome.

"Just happened to be there."

Luo De waved dismissively, calm and indifferent.

They exchanged brief introductions.

Learned the father and son were Alfonso Taylor and Vincent Taylor, merchants headed to Deepwater City.

Supposedly, this trade journey meant life or death for their family—when the land nagas ambushed them, they'd already seen their whole lives flash before their eyes.

"May I ask, where are you two headed?"

The father, Alfonso, asked respectfully.

Luo De didn't hide it—he named Axe Beach directly.

Alfonso beamed: "Perfect! You're going the same way! Since you have no transport, let us give you a ride!"

Gratitude was one reason.

More importantly, the woman in this couple was a powerful mage—having a mage's protection ensured safety until Axe Beach.

Land naga revenge stories were common—he didn't want his caravan to become one.

Beyond Axe Beach lay the Delinbil River.

That should let them avoid those nagas entirely.

Luo De considered it.

Fine. He could use the chance to gather intel on Axe Beach—he'd heard there'd been a rebellion there, and the situation might be complicated.

Merchants traveled far and wide—they'd have information.

They reached an immediate agreement.

They set off at once.

Two hours later.

At the southern edge of Mistwood Forest, bordering the High Wilderness and Dragon Serpent Fortress on the flatlands.

Several camp tents were stationed there.

Smoke curled upward; half-human, half-serpent land nagas patrolled back and forth.

"High Priest! You must avenge me!"

A wail rang out from the forest west of the camp.

The guards on patrol were startled, raising their weapons in alert.

But once they heard the content and voice, they lowered them again.

Their faces wore only weary resignation.

Moments later,

The so-called "ground-sucking" female land naga squad leader emerged from the nearby woods, wailing, her soldiers wounded and broken behind her—clearly the picture of a defeated, incompetent force.

Her head was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, her face pale, yet her expression burned with fury and defiance.

"Again? What now?"

From the largest, most ornate tent in the camp came a soft sigh, heavy with helplessness.

Then a snow-white, delicate hand lifted the curtain embroidered with serpents, suns, and vines.

Out stepped a tall, noble, stunningly beautiful female land naga.

She wore a long robe woven from fine wool and adorned with rare gems; intricate totems and patterns adorned her chest, but due to her overly generous proportions, the designs were stretched and distorted.

Then, as her serpentine lower body writhed left and right, her movements became markedly more pronounced, the air thick with mature allure.

(End of Chapter)