Chapter 450: Cambion and the Enemy

When Wen Na finally knelt down, her tears kept falling with a pitter-patter.

Luo De laughed and shooed her away.

Sitting down was out of the question.

He stood nearly two meters tall, his muscles knotted and bulging.

Miss Puwei, a tiny thing at one meter sixty, couldn't lift a bucket or carry a sack, maxing out at a hundred jin—Luo De could sit on her and crush her to death.

Besides,

sitting around waiting for some weakling woman wasn't cool at all.

But Wen Na, though relieved to have survived, felt no gratitude—only shame for having actually believed Luo De's nonsense.

It made her feel like a succubus, his slave.

Her face flushed red, tears streaming, she decided that once she joined the Shuishui City newspaper, she'd write a scathing expose on this guy.

Dusk grew dark.

As the two girls vanished into the shadows, a slow, lingering killing intent rose.

Among the tangled dirt paths intersecting the trade highway, one road led straight to this cliffside of Jianwan.

Following the path past the Lizard Marsh, then crossing a vast plain, you'd reach an open space fifty li from the outer edge of the Roaring Forest.

At the center of the road stood Virgil and the others of Sandelin, facing Luo De, who leaned his Badaojujian on his shoulder.

The two sides met face to face.

At this moment, the half-elf Virgil wore a coarse linen robe, completely covering every inch of his body.

He showed no surprise at Luo De's arrival, standing calmly in place.

Behind him, a dozen Sandelin members exuded qi levels from fourth to sixth rank—mere trash, no need to name them all.

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

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

The demon wore a silver-black armored vest exposing his arms, wielding a steel spear in his six-fingered hand, his handsome yet youthful face twisted with cruelty and scrutiny.

【Oh! Not a demon—a cambion.】

Tally warned through the 【Chain of Far Speech】.

Cambion?

Luo De had heard of them—they, like tieflings, carried infernal blood.

【Tally: Unlike tieflings, whose presence might stem from ancestral exposure to infernal essence—I've heard even if your neighbor keeps an infernal hound, their child might be born a tiefling from that tainted aura.】

【But cambions are true offspring of infernal beings mating with humanoid races—born inherently evil, with purer, stronger infernal blood, convinced they're the masters of mortals.】

【Luo De: I'm impressed, Tally. Didn't know you had this kind of knowledge besides your lewdness.】

【Tally: Hehe—many cambions are born from humans mating with succubi. Miss Puwei just mentioned several cambion incidents at Axe Beach, Master~~ If you want a little cambion, I can make one too. Tally wants to bear the fruit of your love~】

Bear a cambion?

That inherently evil thing?

If I really did, it'd go wild with sin.

Luo De would likely show no mercy—he'd snap its neck himself.

Then he and Tally would both be heartbroken.

Better not.

"Him? Ahaha, see, Virgil? I told you he'd show up in your sight. My infernal magic was spot-on, right?"

The cambion sneered, "In my opinion, half-elf prophecies are garbage. True prophecy, star-reading—that's our infernal art!"

Even wrapped in his linen robe, Virgil's swollen, distorted body was unmistakable.

As he took a deep breath, the robe visibly bulged and rippled.

"'Will meet.' Boden, you sacrificed 133 lives just for those four words of star prophecy—and still dare to boast?"

"Just admit it's true. Besides, that prophecy was a free gift. Those 133 lives? Just interest on Axe Beach. Quickly crush that damned treasure vault and fulfill our pact."

Virgil snorted coldly.

His clouded, yellowish pupils fixed on Luo De with cold pain and hatred.

"Kill this man first."

Saying that,

he swept his arms outward, tearing off his linen robe.

Revealing a bloated, purplish-black mass of muscle, covered in countless swollen, pus-filled sores.

His entire body was stitched together, seams bursting open as if stuffed with foreign limbs and organs, their shapes barely visible beneath the skin.

A rotting, fishy, nauseating stench spread out.

Boden, the cambion, glanced at his condition, rolled his eyes, and stepped back in disgust.

"Half-elves all love this 【Biological Weaving】—so disgusting."

He turned to Luo De, smoothing his slicked-back hair with his six-fingered hand, his expression smug and sinister.

"You really think he's that strong? I see nothing special—no blood on the corpses, clearly just staged props. Only someone with no real backing would pull such a show."

"."

Luo De couldn't hold it anymore, especially with Tally cackling inside the 【Chain of Far Speech】.

He slammed the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword into the ground—the earth cracked and sank, stones flying.

Silencing all discussion.

Then he raised the greatsword level, pointing it at the two.

"Both of you. Together."

Boden laughed, but Virgil, facing the man who had plunged him into plague-torment, let hatred instantly override reason.

His clouded eyes grew denser.

Veins bulged across his body; he crouched low, back arched.

With a boom, he launched forward like a cannonball.

CRASH!!

In the next instant,

the flat blade of the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword met a fist twice the size of his head—BOOM! A visible shockwave exploded outward.

Virgil's face turned pale.

He realized with shock—the force opposing his fist had nearly doubled since last time!

He was hiding?

No—his spiritual quality had risen. He'd advanced a minor stage.

But advancing one minor stage made him this much stronger?

After the collision, both retreated.

Luo De stepped back lightly, a few paces.

Virgil was flung far back—his feet crushed the earth on landing, dragging deep skid marks all the way back to his original position.

"That exaggerated? Don't fake it."

Boden snorted, finding it amusing.

"Don't stand there mocking—join the fight."

"Sorry, I always fight one against many—I've never fought many against one. Otherwise, how'd I survive the Abyss and earn Lord Graz'zt's favor? You just wait."

Boden shook his armored shoulders and curled his crooked mouth.

As he stepped forward, he raised his thick silver steel spear into a combat stance.

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

He raised the spear high with one hand, while his other palm unleashed a long-prepared infernal spell.

Luo De, seemingly fooled by the feint, took the full force of a violent 【Flame Ray】 straight to the chest.

BOOM! He was blasted backward.

Boden burst into wild laughter.

"HAHAHA! Fool! Who'd fight you for strength? Fell for it, didn't you? I've been charging this spell since I saw you—seven-rank? Even an eight-rank Stone Body cultivator would be pierced clean through! Ha! I, Boden, am destined to become an Infernal Lord! HAHAHA—"

His laughter rose high—then abruptly cut off.

Because Boden saw the man who should've been dead standing up, unharmed.

Shouldering the humming Dragon-Slaying Greatsword, he brushed dust off his chest, then strolled calmly toward them.

(End of Chapter)