Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 742 - 685 Brandi’s Dance of Death
Lyle eventually left the chapel, his thoughtful silhouette disappearing under the watchful eyes of a crowd of maids. Inside the chapel, Loveday and Aryan silently breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, as everyone seemed to have secured the outcomes they deemed satisfactory.
Aryan’s gaze swept to one side, landing on Mr. Raymond with a somewhat helpless expression.
On the pure figure of the King of the Crusaders, a layer of contamination, worthy of being deemed as desecration, had attached itself. It was a mass of living flesh, dyed golden yellow, clinging onto Raymond’s back, with some tendrils already reaching through the gaps in the armor into the body of the Lord of the Holy Light. To the Holy Light, its function was utterly evil. It was the adaptable blood origin left behind by Lyle, meant to mutate, evolve, and grow continuously, until it breached Raymond’s defenses of the Holy Flame.
When Lyle created this clump of flesh, he also put in enough effort; it was a residue of blood-flesh transmuted by employing the creator’s code in his battle against the Mechanical God, Dorothy, a derivative of the Power of the Evil God that could turn machinery into flesh and blood. Yet even so, within a minute of contact with Raymond’s body, it had taken on a golden hue.
Inside that dark-golden armor, the invisible Power of the Evil God and the Holy Flame eroded each other, resulting in an increasingly self-intoxicated, excited Raymond.
He excitedly showed the twisted mass of flesh to Aryan and Loveday, his words brimming with pride.
"He just poked me! Oh! And he poked me again!"
Aryan felt quite helpless, as Raymond obviously took this terrifying entity as a roundabout token of Lyle’s affection...
"This must be the automatic massager that Lyle gave me! Fully automatic!"
Ah, right, right, right, the nun thought that someone as formidable as their bishop wouldn’t be done in by a Purifier, so she might as well turn a blind eye.
Loveday, watching the Liches tidying up the scene around him, fell into contemplation.
"So who really wrote that article, after all? Plague Doctor doesn’t seem like someone who would announce such things in that setting and not pay attention to his surroundings?"
Aryan was quite happy to think about something else to soothe his nerves.
"Someone who can hide themselves from the perception of a four-lock caster, a professional Infiltrator? Or could it be under George’s directive? But he doesn’t seem like he would report something that would obviously please Lord Raymond..."
The nun picked up the newspaper, searching again for the author’s signature. There was no definitive name, only a blurry emblem, an insignia with three sword tips crossing each other.
Raymond’s eager voice also rose from behind the two.
"Infiltrators? There is no such professional talent within the academy, but did you not know? Another identity of the gentleman, the ’Rat King’?"
Aryan looked somewhat surprised, apparently never associating such a title with the literature society.
"Rat King?"
Raymond nodded, the golden flames silently burning beneath his helmet.
"The ’Rat King’, with its ’Horde of Rats’. That fellow George, since the era of the Angel of Fire, has been known as a practical utilitarian."
Aryan closed his eyes, the sound of friction from the mass of flesh on Raymond’s armor becoming ever so noticeable.
"Lord Raymond, what exactly is your purpose for the literature society’s regular thumping?"
Raymond’s laughter lingered on.
"They’re asking for it, that’s for sure."
...
In Sahazaan, the towering peaks of Alranquiel, home to the Black Dragon Clan.
Today, it welcomed a special visitor.
Lately, the Black Dragon Alcalon had been feeling rather downhearted. Lyle, that fellow, after learning of his plans, had actually run off without a word. When Alcalon heard the news from his brother, the Blue Dragon, his elongated, sharp eyes dilated and his thin eyelids contracted even further, like two hideous wounds.
His acknowledged friend, the one to whom he had poured out his dark plans, had left without a word. Alcalon was a proud dragon, and this indifference towards his own requests (he believed his tone had expressed his plea for help) was sufficient to be regarded as a betrayal.
He squatted in his stone cavern, his talons as hard as steel scraping between the rocks, his golden serpentine eyes fixed on the Ancient Human Clans’ vast training ground, like an impatient serpent.
"Lyle... Lyle... Lyle..." The names etched on the walls of the Black Dragon’s cave were dense, and Alcalon’s extreme thoughts were on the verge of darkening further in the dead end of obsession.
Having been too angry to hunt and thus squatting in his cavern for the third day, Alcalon sensed the spatial fluctuations at the edge of the Sahazaan Barrier. It was the familiar aura of the Blue Dragon Kristo.
But the one who emerged from the Space-time Gate was a stranger. Clad in a robe that covered their entire body, bearing the official seal of the City of Wandering, they entered the territory of the Black Dragon Tribe. Alcalon saw the tribe chieftain Ocangas negotiating with them and also noticed the Dragon Priest Ohmhead speaking with the stranger.
The Black Dragon’s keen senses caught snippets of their conversation, and what he heard also made him halt the curse-inscribing. His head rose up in the darkness, like a dog hearing the dinner bell. Alcalon poked his head out of the cave, his claws gripping the stone platform, curiously watching below, as he let out a loud snort.
The figure hidden beneath the robes was a martial arts instructor introduced by Lyle. Alcalon’s tail swayed unconsciously, his heart filled with anticipation. The person was certainly not his father’s human form, even though he appeared taller, reaching about two meters in height. That robe was some sort of magical item, capable of shielding against the Black Dragon’s perception. Alcalon’s eyes squinted slightly, but this time, his emotions were more of surprise than resentment.
The instructor recommended by Lyle definitely had issues; otherwise, there was no need for such mystique. It seemed that the guy was indeed on his side.
The curling corners of his mouth revealed his ferocious dragon teeth, and recalling Lyle’s past great achievements, Alcalon was immensely eager to see the true form hidden under the robe.
Below, Ohmhead had already held some technical exchanges with the instructor about physical training. He was not a newborn father dragon and truly had real knowledge and skill in physical training. Although his tone was a bit too sharp and strange, the Black Dragon Priest didn’t mind, for strong individuals often have peculiar habits. Lyle had indeed found a combat instructor suitable for the Ancient Human Clans, as per their agreement, and Ohmhead would uphold the promise, granting him absolute authority.
Ohmhead kept his word. The scepter symbolizing the power of the Dragon Priest struck the stone, resonating a clear sound that echoed through Stone Valley. The Black Dragon Priest solemnly announced to his clan members who were watching him closely.
"My feeble kin, the Dragon King Priest Lyle has brought us an instructor who has the talent to enhance our physique and skills to the next level! I had an agreement with Lyle that if he could truly find someone who met my demands, I would hold this instructor in absolute esteem! Now, he has come! I declare that this martial arts instructor will enjoy the same level of authority as myself in my clan. His commands are as the will of the Dragon Priest; as long as his training can fortify your strength, you all must comply!"
To become stronger is something no one would refuse. The eyes of the Ancient Human Clans brimmed with expectation, all focused on the figure. Even though he was just over two meters tall, every Ancient Human Clan member was eager to understand him and ready to burst into cheers at the moment of his self-introduction.
In an air of grand hospitality, the visiting instructor, the Ancient Human Clans’ instructor, removed his robe.
Perfect muscles, like those of a Greek statue, a robust and handsome body pulsing with each breath, as if ready to burst out of the clothing... all trapped inside the largest possible maid outfit. A pineapple hairstyle, intoxicating deep purple lipstick, and seductive deathly Barbie pink eyeliner. The ultimate muscle monster blew a coquettish kiss, his monster muscle legs crossed beneath the lace pleated skirt, raised hands crossing in the air, delicately shadowing the sun with sparkling, elegant fingers.
The indescribable temperament from centuries past struck the not so liberated minds of the Ancient Human Clans into silence. The muscle monster from the Light and Shadow Zone of the City of Wandering, the Pure Maid Experience Shop’s manager, spoke as follows.
"Boys~ I am Mrs. Brandi, your dear dance instructor. From now on, I shall train you to be the ultimate beauties of this world. Come! My Ancient Human Clan family, join my~ Pure Maid Path~"
