Chapter 687: Reunion

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The [Flame Ray] swept past, melting through the skull and burning the brain matter and blood into crimson, then instantly oxidizing into black; the Naga officer’s body collapsed helplessly.

Luo De didn’t even look.

He raised his hand, summoning a [Gravitational Wave], purple gravity magic forming multiple ring-shaped waves.

He pulled over the Campbell man, bound by the [Lunar Binding Curse] and scorched black by [Lucas’s Lunar Fire Spell].

This man was the strongest among them, and somehow used a life-saving artifact—he hadn’t died immediately.

He rolled several times along the ground under the pull.

The pale, cold flames still clinging to his body didn’t extinguish; instead, they burrowed deeper.

The mantis’s hardened mask had turned to charcoal and crumbled to the ground, revealing a face twisted in terror.

“If Guardian Luo De had known it was you, we wouldn’t have come.”

During the Campbell Maze expedition, all members of the Igo Cult and the Campbell family were dead, leaving no witnesses.

But this indirectly proved how dangerous the Guardian was—so it was no surprise the Campbell family avoided him.

“With you here, I don’t even need to investigate the disappearances in the Bular Clan’s territory. So tell me—where’s your nest?”

“Save me, I’ll tell you everything!”

Luo De chuckled: “I never negotiate, Tally.”

“Got it~~”

Tally glided out from the shadows, her voluminous pants fused to a lavish short skirt that spun midair—overly girlish.

She bent slightly, sneering down at the Campbell man, one hand on her hip, the other pulling down her lower eyelid in a cute grimace.

Her black pupils suddenly shifted, becoming crimson whirlpools.

[Ancestral Bloodline] · Domain of Domination.

This domain greatly enhances Tally’s hypnotic abilities.

The man beneath the mantis mask shuddered violently, struggled weakly, then quickly fell into a blank, expressionless state.

After that, it was simple—no need for further questioning; he spilled everything at once.

Damn.

They really had a lot of hideouts.

It wasn’t that the Campbell family only captured land Naga—rather, land Naga as a race were already deeply involved in illegal activities, so they simply partnered up.

Several clans on the Mirror Desert had some degree of cooperation with them.

Compared to others, the Bular Clan, despite robbery, highway banditry, tomb raiding, and fraud, still came off as relatively decent among their peers.

Not long after.

Tally, holding paper and pen, crouched on the ground, listing a roster with her rear end prominently raised.

She exaggeratedly wiggled her hips toward Luo De; her voluminous pants, serving as safety shorts, slightly dug into her snow-white thighs, undeniably alluring.

But Luo De had no time to pay attention—he scanned the list.

“Since we’re here, if we don’t clean it up, it’ll look like we never came.”

Nightfall.

The Tomb of a Thousand Throats, the Bular Clan’s encampment.

“Mother?!”

Eve watched the priestly banner and procession approach slowly, her heart swelling with delight.

She knew she’d accomplished a great deed—her mother would surely praise her.

Still, she suppressed her excitement, maintaining a composed, unflustered demeanor as she stepped forward to greet them.

Priestess Lilian stepped down from her carriage, her soft, beautiful face filled with satisfaction and pride as she looked at Eve.

Mother and daughter had always been close; their eyes met, and without a word, they understood each other’s thoughts.

Lilian smiled gracefully and handed her a blank insignia ring.

“Your grandmother’s journey once paused here. Today, it begins anew. You’ve done well, Eve.”

The accompanying military officer immediately shouted phrases like “Heaven favors the Bular Clan!” and “Dominance over the Mirror Desert!”

Instantly, the soldiers’ morale surged.

After briefly performing their overly official display of maternal affection and filial piety before the clan, they entered the tent.

Lilian immediately seized her daughter’s hand, her face alight with excitement.

“You found a husband? Where is he?”

As a mother, though her appearance resembled Eve’s, she was smaller in stature and more voluptuous.

If Eve was a sharp, formidable female general, Lilian was a gracefully refined lady.

Eve’s cheeks flushed faintly pink, her expression stiffening slightly.

“He’s not exactly my husband—I sent him on a mission.”

“Sent? You ordered him?”

“Not exactly.”

Eve pretended firmness, but it was Luo De who went on his own.

“Come now, Eve—your future son-in-law isn’t low-ranking, is he?”

“Eighth-rank peak—and stronger than most eighth-rank peaks.”

“Exactly! With such a high rank, why are you giving him such a cold shoulder?”

Lilian sighed, pinching her daughter’s lovely cheek, “Men—you use them when you can. Gentleness is also one of our weapons. Don’t be so stiff.”

“Hmph. I don’t want to spoil him.”

“I can tell—you’ve been thinking of him all along. That’s why you resisted when I offered to introduce suitors.”

“.It’s just average. I don’t particularly like him—I’m only interested in his strength.”

Lilian wanted to agree, opened her mouth—but couldn’t utter a word.

Her eyes lowered, filled with wistful sorrow, as she adjusted her daughter’s collar.

“If possible, choose someone you truly like. You don’t have to sacrifice yourself for the clan. As your mother, it breaks my heart.”

Eve was taken aback by her mother’s reaction, flustered.

“I don’t dislike him entirely—he’s at least tolerable!”

“Good!”

“.But Mother, I know you’ve been searching for someone. I don’t oppose you remarrying—just don’t get tricked.”

Lilian paused, realizing there was nothing left to hide.

She shook her head: “No. He gave me so much—even sacrificed himself, trapped and unable to escape. He would never deceive me.”

Eve stared intently at the wistful tenderness on her mother’s face.

Time seemed to have left no mark on this Naga priestess.

Though no longer as delicate as in her youth, her tender gentleness, alluring languor, and mature beauty had only deepened.

Eve suddenly felt at peace.

She smiled wryly: “Two heads are better than one. You can’t keep searching alone—tell me his name and appearance. I’ll help you find him.”

“That would make me seem shameless. I’m already an old auntie. Let it be natural.”

“How could you say that? Mother, you’re the most beautiful, most alluring Naga I’ve ever seen—look at your chest, your waist! What man wouldn’t be utterly bewitched by you?”

“You’re annoying! Hehehe—”

“So what’s his name, Mother~?”

“He… um. He’s a human man. His name is—”

Suddenly.

A thud echoed outside the tent, followed by the Naga soldiers’ shocked exclamations and excited calls.

The commotion interrupted Lilian’s words, drawing both mother and daughter’s attention to the tent flap.

They listened as footsteps drew nearer.

Lilian felt her daughter tense, her grip tightening slightly.

She couldn’t help smiling.

Little brat says she doesn’t like him? Yet she’s nervous just bringing him to meet the family.

Whoosh—

The next moment, the tent flap was pulled aside.

A strikingly handsome, tall, rugged man raised his hand, bowed his head, and stepped through the entrance.

Then, a familiar face—one she had dreamed of—appeared in Lilian’s vision.

They locked eyes, both frozen.

Lilian’s smile stiffened, unmoving.

The air turned cold.

Eve seemed not to notice, forcing a cold tone: “Let me introduce you—he’s Luo De.”

(End of Chapter)