Chapter 450: The Cambion and the Confrontation

When Miss Wen Na, tears dripping with a plop-plop sound, actually managed to kneel and hold on.

Rod laughed and drove her away.

Actually sitting is impossible.

He stands nearly two meters tall, a mountain of a man with muscles coiled all over his body.

Young Lady Miss Puwei is a small potato of only one meter sixty, unable to lift a finger or carry a load on her shoulder, weighing at most 100 jin; Rod could sit on her and crush her to death.

Besides.

Sitting with a weakling woman while waiting for someone isn't cool.

But Miss Wen Na, having survived the ordeal, felt no gratitude; instead, she felt ashamed that she had truly listened to Rod's nonsense.

It made her feel like that succubus, as if she had become his slave.

Her face flushed red, tears falling, she decided that once she entered the newspaper office in Deepwater City, she would smear this guy's name!

The yellow dusk was dim and gloomy.

As the two girls sank into the shadows and vanished, a continuous killing intent slowly rose.

Forest dirt roads crisscrossed, intersecting with the trade highway, yet one road led straight to the Sword Coast Cliff here.

Following the road past the Lizard Swamp, then crossing a vast stretch of plain, one arrives at an open space located fifty li from the outermost layer of the Roaring Forest.

At the center of the road stood Virgil, leading the Zhentarim, alongside Rod, who shouldered a domineering greatsword.

The two sides formally met.

At this moment, the half-elf Virgil wore a hemp robe, his entire body tightly covered.

He did not seem surprised by Rod's appearance, standing calmly in place.

Behind him were a dozen or so Zhentarim members, their auras ranging from the fourth to the sixth tier; in any case, they were all cannon fodder, so there was no need to introduce them one by one.

The most interesting figure was a demon walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Virgil.

Pointed ears, a tail, flamboyant bat wings, backward-curving spiral horns, and dark skin covered in twisted purple stripes.

The demon wore silver-black armless armor, held a steel spear in a six-fingered hand, and wore a sinister, scrutinizing expression on his handsome, youthful face.

【Oh! Not a demon, but a Cambion.】

Tally reminded via the 【Chain of Far Speech】.

Cambion?

Rod had heard of them; they seemed to possess infernal bloodlines just like Tieflings.

【Tally: Unlike Tieflings, whose appearance might be due to their ancestors having been tainted by the aura of infernal creatures—I heard that even if a neighbor raised a demon dog, a Tiefling could be born to a pregnant woman in that household due to the demon's aura.】

【But Cambions are the true born scum born from the union of actual infernal creatures and other humanoid beings; their infernal bloodlines are far more abundant and pure, and they believe themselves to be the overlords destined to dominate mortals.】

【Rod: I've changed my opinion of you, Tally. I didn't expect you to have such knowledge reserves beyond lewdness.】

【Tally: Hehe—actually, many Cambions are usually born from the union of humans and succubi. Young Lady Miss Puwei just mentioned that Cambion incidents have occurred several times at Axe Beach, Master~~ If you want a little Cambion, I can do it; Tally also wants the fruit of her love with Master~】

Give birth to a Cambion?

That inherently evil thing?

If one were truly born, that thing would inevitably make massive mistakes.

Rod would most likely not hesitate out of familial affection and would personally twist its neck.

That would inevitably cause sadness for both himself and Tally.

Better not.

"Is it him? Ah ha, look, Virgil, I told you the other party would appear in your field of vision. Wasn't my infernal divination calculation correct?"

That Cambion chuckled sinisterly. "If Laozi were to say it, half-orc prophecies are all trash; true prophecy and star-reading require the skills of our Infernal Plane!"

Even wrapped in his hemp robe, Virgil's distorted and swollen body was clearly visible.

As he exhaled a deep breath, the hemp robe stretched over him showed obvious undulations.

"'We shall meet.' Borden, you actually sacrificed the lives of 133 people for these four words of star prophecy, yet you still have the nerve to speak such big words."

"Just say if it's right or not. Besides, that prophecy was given to you for free; those 133 people can only be considered interest for Axe Beach. Take down that so-called ghost treasure vault sooner and fulfill our contract."

Virgil snorted coldly.

His pupils, now clouded and yellow, looked coldly at Rod, a flicker of pain and resentment passing through his eyes.

"Kill this person first."

Saying this,

he swept his arms outward, tearing off the hemp robe covering him.

It revealed a body of swollen, purple-black muscles, densely covered with red, swollen, whitening pustules.

Along the full-body suture lines, it looked as if many foreign objects had been squeezed in, the stitching unable to cover them completely; vaguely, the contours of limbs and internal organ materials could be seen bulging against the skin surface.

Rot, fishy, and nauseating stench spread out.

That Cambion named Borden, seeing his wretched state, rolled his eyes, took two steps away in disgust.

"None of you half-elves avoid playing with this 【Bio-Weaving】; it's truly disgusting."

He turned to Rod, smoothed his slicked-back hair with his six-fingered hand, his expression frivolous and sinister.

"Are you sure he is that capable? I see this person is nothing special; the corpses on the ground don't even have blood, obviously moved here specifically to pad the numbers. Only someone lacking confidence would do such pretentious things."

"..."

Rod couldn't hold it back, especially since that guy Tally was laughing loudly inside the 【Chain of Far Speech】.

He slammed the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword onto the ground; the ground cracked and sank, sending gravel flying.

Cutting off everyone's discussion.

Then the greatsword was lifted horizontally, pointing at those two people.

"Two of you, together."

Campion Bodine laughed, but Virgil, facing the man who had plunged him into the agony of plague, found hatred instantly overwhelming his reason.

The turbidity in both eyes surged violently.

His whole body's veins bulged, knees bent, back hunched.

With a bang, he launched himself like a cannonball.

CLANG!!!

The next instant.

The flat of the Dragon-Slaying greatsword and a fist twice the size of a head collided in the middle—BOOM—a transparent shockwave blasted outward.

Virgil's face changed drastically.

He stared in shock to discover that the force opposing his fist had surged by nearly double compared to last time!

Was he holding back?

No—the quality of his spiritual energy had risen; he'd advanced a minor stage.

But advancing a minor stage and getting this much stronger?

After their collision, both men retreated.

Rod lightly hopped back a few steps.

Virgil, on the other hand, was blasted back a great distance; on landing, his feet crushed the earth, dragging a long trail of skid marks all the way back to where he'd just launched from.

"Is it really that exaggerated? Stop putting on an act."

Bodine, off to the side, snickered, finding it rather amusing.

"Don't just stand there cracking jokes—get in here together."

"Sorry, it's always been one of me beating many, never many beating one of me. Otherwise, how do you think I fought my way out of the crowd of Campions in the Abyss and earned Lord Grazt's favor? You just stay put for now."

Bodine shook the armor on his shoulders and twitched his crooked mouth.

As he spoke, he stepped forward, his thick silver steel spear assuming a combat stance.

"Human, let me show you what real power is—watch the spear!"

Saying so, he raised the steel spear high with one hand, while from his other palm, a long-brewed Inferno spell erupted forth!

Rod, apparently fooled by the feint of the spear thrust, took a fierce 【Flame Ray】 square in the chest.

With a thunderous explosion, his whole body was sent flying backward.

Bodine immediately burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha! Fool! Who would trade blows with you?! You fell for it! I started brewing this spell the moment I met you—don't even mention seventh-tier; even an eighth-tier Body-Cultivation stone could be pierced through by one strike of mine! Haha, I, Bodine, am the man destined to become the Infernal Lord! Hahahaha."

His laughter was wildly high-pitched, then suddenly dropped as if the engine had died.

Because Bodine saw the man who should have died stand up as if nothing had happened.

Swinging the humming, domineering greatsword onto his shoulder, he dusted off his chest, then unhurriedly walked toward them.

(End of chapter)