Capítulo 1052: Chapter 16: I Lied
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Olga herself is also a Transcendent, but clearly, she is not skilled in combat, nor is she particularly strong in her Profession.
She can launch an assassination at this mont because she is a Divine Favored, a Twisted Dragon Mother.
When she acted with hatred, there was indeed an elent of surprise, combined with the lingering aura of reality distortion on her body, montarily leaving the four Demigods unable to react.
But unfortunately, precisely because she is a “Twisted Dragon Mother,” she couldn’t possibly succeed in the assassination.
Abel, who was slowly approaching the “Flesh Universe” before the Abyss, suddenly halted his dragging, corpulent, terrifying body.
One of the ferocious giant dragon heads swiftly turned, imdiately seeing Olga, and also seeing Samien, who worriedly rushed out, trying to protect Olga.
The expression of surprise and amusent instantly appeared on Abel’s face.
His hideous maw curved into a radiant arc, and as Blood Light surged, this head instantly transford into a human.
This was the head of a human young man, extrely handso, with golden curls, deep eyes emitting a faint golden Radiance, exuding a unique Charm.
Following that, the other dragon heads also turned one by one, simultaneously transforming into identical heads.
Abel Knightrod!
True identity is the son of a farr, yet through his own sches, he successfully ascended as a godly ambitious maniac.
At this mont, he used his forr human head to gaze at his first follower, also part of his plot, the first designated Twisted Dragon Mother.
With just one look at Olga, the assassination was declared over.
Olga collapsed to the ground with a “boom,” the intense Pain brought on by the mutation of her flesh swiftly engulfed her mind, replaying the scenes that once occurred within the Dream Giant Tower.
Her face twisted in agony, dense golden scales were about to erge, her fairy-like body was transforming into the form of a Dragon Mother in the Twisted Dragon Universe… Chaos and Madness were about to occupy Olga’s mind.
The high and mighty Abel, looking mockingly at Olga, each word he uttered pushed Olga further towards her demise.
“Olga, poor and foolish Olga, did you finally show up?”
“You were once the Dragon Mother I desired most, although I used you, deceived you, but you indeed are very beautiful… Well, at least before I ascended as the Twisted Dragon, you quite fit my aesthetic.”
“Sadly, the great Abel Knightrod has ascended, I am now the Twisted Dragon, a Great God wielding Authority over hunger and reproduction, I need Dragon Mothers who are obedient, suitable for bearing my heirs.”
“From this perspective, you, unfortunately, have been eliminated.”
“But it’s alright, since you’ve delivered yourself to my door again, I might as well accept this little gift… only your body is too thin, too ugly, let help transform you a bit.”
To Tang Qi, the sarcastic remarks were filled with countless flaws, but to Olga, each word was like a Sharp Blade stabbing deep into her mind.
At this mont, she was finally completely certain that the “tragic romance between a man and a giant dragon” was a ticulously planned deception.
She, Olga Nikolaevna, Princess of the Nicholas Dynasty.
Was used and manipulated by an ambitious son of a farr, the seemingly grand love, in which she was rely a pathetic and ridiculed Clown.
Those beautiful mories were all false.
“Ah”
“Roar”
The cry of Anger at its peak, turning into a Roar due to Olga’s transformation into a Dragon Mother.
Seeing Olga about to be tortured and corrupted by Abel, reverting into a Twisted Dragon Mother, sucked into the Universe as one of the breeding machines.
A charcoal-like figure suddenly appeared in front of Olga, his hands falling on Olga’s body, activating so ability, imdiately followed by a surge of scarlet, intense blood mist erging from Olga’s body, flowing into Samien’s body.
Within the blood mist, it was the power of Chaos and Madness, capable of distorting flesh.
Forcibly absorbing the blood mist was evidently not beneficial for Samien; his charcoal-like body seed to be inflating with gas, the charcoal surface crazily cracking… If he continued saving Olga, he would explode to his Death within seconds, and it would be a complete annihilation.
Abel did not intervene in this scene, he just clicked his tongue and exclaid:
“How touching, not wasting my efforts in arranging your eting initially, a tragic romance opposed by everyone must have a suitable male supporting role… If the great Abel hadn’t succeeded in Ascension, perhaps I could have beco a dramatist?”
As he spoke to himself, Abel paid no heed to the two, turning to continue flying towards the Flesh Universe.
The Flesh Universe was extrely resistant to Abel’s approach.
All the Divine Blood, the scraps of flesh inside, were fully Activated at this mont, transforming into a large number of “Divine Biological” forms, grotesquely shaped, screaming as they attempted to escape.
This scene, both horrifying and absurd, gave Tang Qi a sense of watching a “hungry wolf entering a sheepfold.”
It’s just that the New God Abel, he was a fierce Evil Dragon.
All its heads revealed a fierce smile as its enormous, bloated body crashed into the universe.
“Apodoras Ophelia’s situation is probably even worse than the Molten Furnace Master. It may not fall, but it is absolutely weakened to the extre. The divine flesh it left behind only possesses a vague self-will… That will cannot possibly resist a vicious thief.”
Tang Qi had this thought, and the farce within the universe imdiately reached a conclusion.
The living beings were not dead yet, but they were all squeezed together, forming a massive, blurred, disgustingly grotesque “Monster Chair.”
Sticky blood continuously stread down from the chair, forming a puddle of red marks.
Desperate wails, angry roars, chaotic cries… These polluted noises mixed together, and any being below Demigod level would have their soul collapse with just a glance.
Even so, the four curious Demigods who peeked each let out muffled groans, tightly shut their eyes, which now stread blood tears.
In Tang Qi’s eyes, an Information Fragnt exploded.
“Flesh Chair, a thing composed of divine beings activated by the flesh residue left by Apodoras Ophelia, both a divine being and an Extraordinary Artifact; it possesses flesh divinity, can cast so Blood Flesh Divine Skills, can point to the Sovereign’s position, and can find other existences related to ‘Flesh Authority’…”
In the Secret flowing, Abel with his bloated, twisted dragon body had already sat on that “Flesh Chair.”
He looked at the four respectful Demigods, each head in wild laughter, seemingly very satisfied with these four subordinates, and said:
“Your performance is very good, the ‘Endless Flesh Sect’ within the Slavic countries remains as incompetent as ever, only knowing to follow age-old fundantal doctrines, completely ignoring that a new King has already been born. Such a conservative organization is just like that imprisoned Sovereign, whose Great Power is soon to transfer.”
Just a few words have already revealed Abel’s ambition.
In na, Abel, who devoured the flesh of Apodoras Ophelia, is actually the latter’s Subordinate God.
Now, the Subordinate God wants to take advantage of the Sovereign’s absolutely weakened state, to usurp and steal Authority.
He didn’t evade it at all, each giant dragon head showing an expression of distress and saying:
“…Where should I go to steal food next? Sea of Oblivion? Or Silver-white chanical Cage?”
“Perhaps not yet. Great Abel does not wish to et that decayed, weak Sovereign… Your wailing is guiding , in so small state in the Exotic Realm, there is another mass of flesh, even across the World Barrier, I can sll its delicious taste.”
Saying these words, Abel’s heads all made swallowing gestures.
It was too easy. He had capable subordinates, and with a casual oracle, the Twisted Dragon Sect would accomplish his idea.
He descended again to the Dragon Nest, about to enter the next stage.
He was going to steal other flesh belonging to “Apodoras Ophelia” to continue enhancing himself.
But just at this mont, for Abel, the amusing little episode continued to play out.
“Roar Roar Roar”
Before the Abyss, a twisted silhouette crawled forward.
Olga Nikolaevna!
This Princess once as pure as stars now crawled like a Monster, with twisted and bloated hands clutching the “Dragon Slayer Long Sword” tightly, wailing as she advanced. From her eyes surged an incredibly fierce killing intent, as if it could never be washed away.
She wasn’t crazy; she maintained herself, just transitioned from extre love to extre hate.
Her gaze was extraordinarily resolute; she was going to fulfill the goal in her heart.
She was going to slay the dragon!
This scene was already enough to evoke sighs, but the change that provoked even more emotions soon occurred.
The four Demigods originally intended to stop Olga, to kill Samien, but unexpectedly, the overwhelmingly bloated and foul-slling figure sitting on the “Flesh Chair” withdrew the Pollution, observing Olga crawling over from the chair, each giant dragon head chanting an ancient ballad.
The ballad was still sung between lovers within the Slavic countries.
In the past, Abel sang it to Olga many tis, each ti bringing her great happiness.
But at this mont, it was ironic to the extre, bringing Olga indescribable pain.
Even more agonizing and revealing Abel’s new god’s excessive depravity, was that while singing, he simultaneously extracted bone arrows from his bloated dragon body, casually throwing them at Olga as if playing.
Whizz!
Whizz Whizz Whizz!
Sharp bone arrows pierced through Olga’s body one after another, blood splattering, Olga’s wailing relentless.
Abel’s perverted voice with cruel humor surfaced again.
“Rember now, poor Olsen… When I fled your father’s army chasing us back then, my body was pierced by Dragon Slayer Arrows just like this… To avoid being found out, I comforted you, saying it didn’t hurt at all… But I lied, it hurt a lot.”
“Just like this, feel it well.”
The bloated, foul-slling figure, reminiscing its past great feats, spoke casually, but with each word he uttered, he threw a bone arrow, piercing Olga’s flesh.
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