After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 300 - 107: The Way to Conquer a Loli is to First Give Despair, Then Hope_4
"Wait a little while, and I’ll take a trip to Hell to bring your soul back out. This way, you won’t have to... worry anymore," he said. The moment the words left his lips, he felt the delicate body in his arms tremble slightly, and a pair of small hands clung to his clothes, a stifled sob breaking the silence.
The Black Dragon King next to him fell silent, observing the white-haired Lolita crying softly in Ahtal’s arms, began to wonder if her thinking was flawed. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Can a dragon, without a soul, still be considered alive?
Yet, the emotions displayed by Princess Evelyn at that moment were more intense than any dragon’s, which was not something a puppet could emulate.
Xi Mu maintained a gentle smile and softly caressed the white-haired Lolita in his arms, consoling her with an extremely gentle voice.
It took a long time.
The sobbing quieted, his chest wet from her tears, and the white-haired Lolita’s emotions had stabilized.
Well, now it was time to open the instance of the Dragon Clan’s Great Tomb.
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Meanwhile.
On the other side.
Cold.
Exhaustion.
The bone-chilling wind swept through Enya Royal City, penetrating every alley and crevice, drowning out any hint of warmth.
"I feel... not hungry anymore," mumbled a young beggar tucked in an alley corner, his body suddenly shivering, suddenly feeling free of hunger and cold, a sense of relief easing from deep within his soul.
Before he could even grasp what was happening.
"Another death, huh," a nun clad in black latex, wearing high heels, approached him.
"Little guy, do you want to go to Hell, or do you want to keep living?"
"..."
The beggar looked up to see a cold yet seductive woman standing before him, her tall stature forcing him to look up, holding a black scythe in one hand.
He lowered his eyes, not daring to stare at such a beauty. Such an action was not meant for a beggar like him and could easily provoke a brutal beating from the guards.
"If possible, I still want to live," he responded.
"Is that so," Sharon replied calmly and then disappeared from the spot. She was heading to the Dragon Kingdom in search of a man who might know the truth, a hero named Ahtal now celebrated by wandering bards.
Several hours after she left,
"Boom!" Enya Royal City was engulfed in flames, the sky-reaching flames formed a mushroom cloud, the spreading heat melted the snow.
In the flickering light, Koil stepped out, followed by a girl with a petite frame, purple short hair, and flower-tattooed arms.
She looked around and exclaimed:
"Hey, isn’t this a bit too violent? We came here to rule the country, not to destroy it."
"I already controlled my strength; they won’t die," Koil replied calmly, "and this way, it’s easier to expose the strong ones all at once."
The purple-haired girl looked incredulous. Did this guy’s thought process make any sense? But considering Koil’s strength, she didn’t bother arguing, as long as they conquered the country.
And indeed.
"Who is it!" A fierce storm suddenly swept over Enya Royal City, blowing away the flames, a green-haired woman dressed in nun’s clothes, barefoot, stood midair, scanning her surroundings until her gaze locked onto Koil.
They locked eyes.
Then,
"Whoo—!" The storm surged towards Koil.
"Let me handle this!" The purple-haired girl dashed out faster, dispersing the approaching winds in an instant.
Her speed was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, she was in front of the green-haired nun, her pale hand reaching out and grabbing the nun’s cheeks.
A wicked smile appeared.
"This is the true wind." As she spoke, a terrifying storm erupted, tearing the nun into a blood spray, vanishing into the horizon with the wind.
In the four corners of Enya Royal City, followers of death began their invasion, not initiating a large-scale sacrifice but capturing followers of the storm god, forcibly rounding up all civilians for a campaign of coercion and conversion.
