Chapter 541: Dewdrop and Effect

After the absorption of 【Charm Bodily Fluid】's progress on Lilith's solid blood drops reached 100%,

the skill reached +10.

And it branched out into three additional skills in total:

【Genesis Dewdrop】【Paradox Motive】【Final Tide】.

The first one Mistra had mentioned before, and it was indeed exactly as she had said.

The second one was somewhat impressive.

【Paradox Motive: The desire that living beings develop toward you will transform into the source of your power.】

Once this skill appeared,

one could almost say that Rod could just lie in the pleasure room 24 hours a day, with charm-infused girls taking turns coming in to serve him, and he would grow stronger endlessly.

Moreover, the effect was far better than the breathing method 【Elibert's Erotic Codex】.

Saying it this way isn't quite rigorous either.

What 【Elibert's Erotic Codex】 mainly enhanced was the accumulation of spirituality.

What 【Paradox Motive】 enhanced was the body's fundamental source.

The third one was the only offensive skill of 【Charm Bodily Fluid】.

【Final Tide: A certain bodily fluid of yours contains a miniature abyss, capable of eroding the power of domains or laws.】

Although it also looked very strong,

it was limited to that particular bodily fluid.

I can't possibly, whenever I encounter a domain or law, whip some out on the spot, can I?

"What are you saying?"

In a magic network space whose end could not be seen at a glance,

Mistra said.

"All I need is the bodily fluid; the inefficient kind of exercise you're imagining is meaningless and will never happen."

"."

Rod sighed, slightly embarrassed.

"Mistra, my lord, you have to understand, a man's 'that' requires a certain amount of stimulation."

"What do you mean? Are you implying something about me? I know you men can use your hands."

The future Goddess of Magic frowned even deeper.

She even subtly took a small step back to put some distance between herself and Rod.

"It's not that it can't be done, but you may not know that doing it dry is very slow, and might not even work; the energy your body needs to recover isn't small, is it?"

"."

"Of course, I'm not hitting on you; I mean I keep a succubus, just let her come over and help."

"No!"

Mistra flatly rejected this suggestion.

"This matter cannot be allowed to reach a third person's ears. Succubi are fickle creatures; what if they use it to blackmail me? I am not one who delights in killing, but I am not stingy about it either."

Rod waved his hand,

cutting off the topic for now:

"But the problem now is, you're inside Asmodeus's blood, and I'm in the middle of fighting him — how am I supposed to give you the bodily fluid?"

"I have my own way. After your 【Berserk】 state ends, I won't be able to hold your consciousness back from returning. When that time comes, you absolutely must not detonate Yulia's 【Blood Detonation】. Remember that!"

Mistra was still in a blood state.

【Yulia's Blood Detonation】 was extremely targeted; presumably even she, who was not yet at her full peak at this time, feared being gravely wounded.

"But don't worry, once I leave your body, I will draw out the vast majority of Asmodeus's power. Once he's badly weakened, he'll naturally flee back to Purgatory to recuperate and won't dare to act against you. I remind you again, this matter must not be spread; when the time comes, I will give you a reward."

"Got it."

"No, I don't trust you. We'll sign a contract first when the time comes."

"Please. You're the one who came to me for help."

"Who knows if you learned of my situation from somewhere and then specially cultivated this 【Genesis Dewdrop】?"

Mistra stared fixedly at Rod.

Even in those magic-vortex eyes, one could see her wariness and scrutiny.

Rod was speechless.

He always felt that this Goddess Mistra was unusually cautious.

But then again, that was fair.

In that past tragedy of the Weave, she had fallen victim to those Weave mages.

To the point that her body was sacrificed, leaving only her head to run the Weave.

Having a bit of persecutory delusion PTSD was perfectly normal.

At this moment,

Rod suddenly felt his body being pulled upward, as if by an anti-gravity spell.

"Time's up."

Mistra became a little nervous.

Her hands clasped in front of her chest; under the slight squeeze of her upper arms, a soft cleavage was left exposed at her slightly wide collar.

A trace of pleading even appeared on her face.

"Remember, Mr. Rod, do not activate 【Yulia's Blood Detonation】. I might lose my chance of resurrection entirely and die because of it. I'm begging you."

"Hmm."

"Perhaps you were manipulated into attacking me; otherwise, you wouldn't have happened to use a spell that harms me so greatly. But please, please spare me. Once I become a goddess, I will surely protect you."

Rod was speechless, and his body rose from the magic network.

"It's all coincidence. No one told me to attack you. At this stage, helping you is the same as helping me."

"Coincidence? Is that person's name 'Coincidence'? Please, don't listen to him, Mr. Rod."

"."

The lady deeply entrenched in persecution paranoia possessed no radiance whatsoever beyond the divine halo behind her.

After all, she had not yet fully ascended to godhood.

Her personality was likely no different from when she was still alive.

She even clasped her hands together, begging not to be killed again.

She did not stop until Rod's consciousness was completely pulled out of the space of this magic network.

A flash of light and shadow interlaced.

Rod suddenly opened his eyes.

In the sky, that massive Hell Gate had still not dissipated.

Before his eyes lay the broken city walls of Coral Bay, the ruins of buildings within the city, blood drifting in the air, and Hellfire.

And the plump flesh mass that blocked half the sky.

"Master! Master has awakened!"

Only when Tally's delighted voice reached him.

Did Rod realize he was lying on soft, fluffy thighs, with not a single part of his body that did not hurt.

The Dragon Scale Arts on his abdomen and chest had both been breached, and several blood holes piercing through his body were spurting blood wildly.

【Regeneration Ability】 and the healing of the two Domains were continuing.

He endured the pain and propped himself up on his elbows.

He saw that directly ahead, the Half-Elf Lily and the Canine Race Sharon were holding up a spell shield, resisting the wild, rampant Purgatory flames.

Further away.

Was Asmodeus, kneeling half on the ground, in a wretched state.

His face was grimacing.

That elegant black-red robe had already been torn to shreds, blood flowing over his entire body, while the Purgatory flames around him surged violently and raged outward, indiscriminately attacking friend and foe.

【'Yulia's Blood Explosion' Current Stacks: 258】

【'Paralyzing Claw Strike' Current Stacks: 1831】

Hmm?

The stacks are different?

After carefully examining the panel, Rod felt relieved.

The former accumulates potential energy, while the latter accumulates attack counts; naturally, they are different.

Rod did not hesitate.

He immediately activated the effect of 【Paralyzing Claw Strike】.

Mistral only said not to trigger 【Yulia's Blood Explosion】, but did not say this one couldn't be triggered.

It is true that over two hundred stacks of Blood Explosion could injure this Archduke, but thinking it could kill him was a bit too much.

Immediately.

Asmodeus stiffened all over, falling into a paralytic tremor.

The flames around him also suddenly extinguished.

At the same time.

A streak of blood peeled away from the top of his head, taking with it a massive amount of mana and source power.

It gathered into a translucent humanoid creature seemingly composed of blood vessels and mana.

"Uaaaaaa!!!"

Asmodeus's face contorted, while his aura and pressure plummeted rapidly.

He struggled desperately to resist.

But obviously, under Mistral and the high-stack accumulated paralysis state, his resistance was unlikely to be effective.

As that translucent humanoid creature composed of blood vessels and mana successfully peeled away completely.

Asmodeus shrank severely from a four-meter body to about two meters, utterly withered.

Showing every sign of extreme old age.

He looked at Rod with deep resentment, then glanced fearfully at the humanoid creature above his head.

Magic light spheres lit up in his hands.

This seemed to be using some secret technique.

He spat a mouthful of blood wildly, then forcibly broke free from the paralysis and, without looking back, dove straight into the Purgatory Gate.

With a tearing sound, the gate dissipated, and the rift vanished instantly.

Sharon and Lily ahead had even prepared for a life-or-death battle, but were suddenly caught off guard by this sudden change.

Lily asked in confusion, "What is going on now?"

Sharon thought for a moment and said, "He seemed to have suffered heavy injuries from the moment he appeared. After that blood vessel extracted itself, it drew out more than half of the mana and source power within his body. Such a severe injury to his vital energy means that even an Archduke would probably find it difficult to serve as a ruler of the first layer of Purgatory."

Lily breathed a sigh of relief, then said excitedly, "So, we have repelled an Archduke of Purgatory!"

Sharon turned her head to look at a certain Ranger.

Seeing him wink flirtatiously at her, the tension in her chest finally eased.

"To be precise, it was a certain Forester who repelled a Duke of the Netherworld."

"That won't do; we both participated, so this merit is ours to claim."

Lili laughed.

Tally hugged Rod's waist and pulled him over.

She pointed to the creature made of blood vessels and magic that still stood motionless in the distance.

"But what is that thing?"

The two mages fell silent, both wearing expressions of confusion.

Rod, naturally intending to keep his promise to Mistral, waved his hand:

"Just a little trick of mine; it's nothing."

At the same time, he pried open the succubus's hands.

This girl Tally pressed her whole body against him, her chest resting against his ribs; the sensation was strangely pleasant.

"I will handle it; you two go deal with the remaining Dark Elves."

The Duke of the Netherworld departed, the Netherworld passage was successfully sealed, and the Blood Birth Pool was contaminated by the Domain of Despair.

This Battle of Coral Bay was now a complete success.

What remained were merely post-battle matters and other affairs.

Sharon pouted: "You call me to go, so I go? I insist on staying here to watch you."

Tally nodded: "I want to watch Master too. Just now, Master was repeatedly stabbed by spells; if you start liking the feeling of being stabbed, what if you never stab Tally again?"

"..."

The halfling Lili gave a bitter smile. "I have already notified Dimia and the others; they will arrive soon. I will stay here as well, just in case someone returns for a surprise attack."

Rod waved his hand.

Let them do as they pleased.

But he still requested the three girls not to approach; alone and limping, he moved closer to the motionless magical blood-vessel creature—that is, Mistral.

"Rod! You really intend to ambush me!?"

The moment he reached her.

Mistral's trembling voice, thick with tears, reached his ears.

(End of Chapter)