Shadow of the Evil God

Diana shook her head slightly. "It's because of the meaningless meeting that lasted all day, and everything was delayed, you idiot. Next time I leave, I'm going to throw the documents to you first. Even if you don't want to attend the meeting, you have to do what you have to do."

“That’s why I hate meetings,” Cesar complained.

"Meetings are part of politics, no matter the era, and the vast majority of meetings are meaningless meetings," Diana said.

"It's a nightmare," he said.

"Please get used to it," she said. "Also, you really did look like a savage just now."

......

Cesar watched Diana sit down on the quilt, then walked out from the shadows behind her, hugged her, and buried his face in her wet hair after the shower.

"I'm a little tired," she said, but she still leaned over to kiss him and bit his lips lightly. "But it looks like you're going to take advantage of the situation, my barbarian lord?"

He kissed her earlobe, grasped her right smooth breast, and rubbed the bead with his fingers. "I've discussed it with Phils," he whispered to her. "It's your turn to be in the middle tonight. What do you think?"

"Tell me first that what happened today will not happen again."

"Only the last thing will happen again," Cesar said softly.

Diana snorted softly, but still leaned her soft and boneless body into his arms. As he rubbed her lightly and heavily, her eyes became moist.

Chapter 356: Don't Lick

"Honestly, I'm worried about Father," she whispered. She leaned her face against his chest, her fingertips gently caressing it. "If Evered IV insists we have no way out, we might meet him on the battlefield. The situation is very close now."

Cesar held Diana's hand and kissed her forehead and cheek. "Things change," he said. "It's hard for me to promise anything, but I will try my best..."

She pressed her index finger to his lips, shutting him up. "Don't say that, and don't swear. I don't want you to worry too much about things that shouldn't be your responsibility. We already have too much to worry about."

"Why?" He lowered his head.

She raised her face, "Because I love you, I don't want there to be any other factors, it's just ours..."

They kissed for a long time, touching and groping in the bedding. Phils extinguished the oil lamp beside them, and darkness gradually fell. In the dim light, Cesar groped to the end of the bed and buried his face between Diana's snow-white thighs. He parted his lips, took her soft, dew-stained petals in his mouth, and sucked gently.

Then Diana gasped softly, her white legs brushing over his shoulders and neck, folding behind him, practically wrapping around his neck. He explored, licking between her lips with the tip of his tongue, and immediately both of her legs gave way, first arching her feet, then tracing her toes along his back, rubbing against it.

Cesar used his tongue to pry open the delicate lips, pressing it against the slit oozing with sticky fluid. He licked it gently while drilling and squeezing into it. Suddenly, he felt her feet tense up even more and the soles of her feet pressed harder against his back. As more and more juice oozed from her lips, her legs lifted higher and higher behind his neck.

Amidst the panting, he heard the sound of kissing. He saw Phil's slender fingers descend from Diana's belly, and two delicate, snow-white feet curved to his chest, gently caressing it with a seductive, teasing touch. He raised himself and pressed the swaying snake against Diana's lips. The snake's body settled between her slowly opening and closing lips, sinking a little, and its head rested on the tip of Phil's finger. She gently teased it, and soon, a small stream of venom was secreted.

Cesar took hold of Phils's snow-white foot and gently squeezed it, watching it sway in his palm. He kissed the top of her foot, but not yet satisfied, so he took Diana's white jade-like foot and kissed the center of her foot. When his tongue brushed against it, she couldn't help but moan, and her whole foot tensed.

"Stop licking, you..." Diana pursed her lips and kicked him in the face, "Be serious!"

Cesar held Diana's waist and picked her up. Phils licked her mucus-covered fingers, winked at them, and then bent down and lay down under Diana. She always wanted to try different methods.

Firth imitated Cesar's method, prying her lips apart with his fingers before placing his lips against them and sucking softly. As the unusual pair of soft lips gradually pressed together, Cesar exhaled and slid the long-awaited head of his snake over Firth's soft tongue, past Diana's moist lips, and directly into them. She couldn't help but cry out, her fair neck flushing. As Firth relentlessly licked from his snake's body to Diana's parted lips, her cheeks instantly flushed even more deeply.

He kissed her soft neck, first gently, then sucked, leaving a red mark by the end of the kiss. He felt Phils using her fingers to play with his snake body, caressing her lips, and curiously, she pressed her fingers against his snake body and drilled in to explore and caress, hooking deep inside her body.

This feeling was more stimulating than a simple caress, and Diana could hardly bear it. Her deep blue eyes were already watery. As it continued to penetrate deeper, as Phils' fingers continued to explore, her lips pursed tighter and tighter, but she couldn't help but let out a wet sound, hugging his neck tightly to kiss him.

Cesar first pressed his lips against hers, nibbling gently. Then, he bit her soft tongue, pulled it out, and sucked it in his mouth. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with passion, and her fair breasts slid against his chest. The bead's brush against his skin was incredibly itchy, and Cesar could hardly resist pinching it between his fingers. As he twisted it, it rose even more crimson, and her body slowly tightened, sending a sucking sensation that demanded his release.

She bit her lip and moaned.

Of course he sensed her desire, so instead of pulling it out, he pushed it deeper, pressing the snake head against her trembling little mouth. They were completely one, she kissed him in ecstasy, and he pressed against her delicate spot in ecstasy, stirring it back and forth in ecstasy, getting closer and closer.

As Diana tightened his grip, he could already feel waves of pleasure surging through her body at the point where they met. Soon, two streams of slime gushed out simultaneously, meeting at the tip of his penis before being pushed into her body by the pressure of her lips. She pursed her lips, feeling the large stream of slime sluice sluice into her abdomen. Just as she was about to gasp, another stream came, and she closed her eyes again. She was completely full, and he continued to pour in, eager to fill her.

"Stop it, it's overflowing, you..."

“It wants you to have a baby

"My dear," Cesar kissed her soft lips, "Do you want to continue?"

"Don't..." Diana shook her head in denial.

As the snake continued to grind, Phils also used her fingers to caress and lick with her tongue. Soon, Diana's eyes were filled with love again. Cesar put her down and made her kneel on the bed with her back facing him. He gently stroked her curved buttocks a few times, then immersed himself again in those dripping petals.

At first, Phils's snow-white legs were draped over the covers, but soon they were entwined with Diana's arms, entwined tightly. Cesar suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of desire. Looking down, he saw Phils fingering his sac. He thrust forward, earning a soft cry from Diana, then pulled it out with a pop and thrust it directly into Phils's slightly open mouth. Her throat moved, her tongue tracing up his slimy, snake-like shaft. She reached out and grasped his hips, licking and sucking them, giving him a completely different kind of pleasure.

Cesar held Diana's waist, lifted her chin and kissed her, while using Phil's delicate mouth. As a large amount of mucus filled her mouth, causing her to put her hand over her lips, Cesar took it out of her mouth and pushed it into Diana's body with her fingers holding it.

Chapter 357: What a Savage

Cesar held her slender waist tightly, lifted her up, let her lean back on his chest, and spread her legs. This spread of legs exposed the soft lips below her body, tightly wrapped around her serpentine body. Her round buttocks also pressed against his abdomen, gently moving, the feeling was extremely soft.

Diana stretched out her slender white fingers and lightly touched the snake's head with her fingertips, which immediately made it tremble. It pressed against her smooth belly and secreted a stream of venom, staining her lovely belly button white. She carefully held it, raised her round hips, and then slowly sat down, swallowing it whole.

Cesar gripped her tight buttocks, matching her movements as he thrust deeper, until he felt himself reaching the small opening at her end, tightly pressed against the soft mass. Her body had gone limp, her waist bent, but she still gently swayed her willow-like waist in response to his touch. As they rubbed against each other, her face flushed even more, and saliva began to form at the corners of her mouth.

He panted softly as he grasped Diana's white breasts and kneaded them, causing them to change shape and volume, swelling almost to the point of oozing fluid. He ran his fingers gently along the side, gradually reaching the tip, feeling it harden and erect. He gently grasped and twisted it twice, and her reaction intensified. Her head arched upward, her back arched like a bow, and her hair flew back.

"Don't grab me! You..."

Cesar pressed the flexible bead into her soft breast and gently fiddled with the hollow. "This is the position you found," he whispered. "Do you think this is the most comfortable? Or do you think this is the best way for you to conceive our child?"

"I don't know," Diana pursed her lips, "before I knew it..."

He relaxed the pressure of his index finger and felt the bright red bead push out flexibly, pushing his finger away. He rubbed it with his thumb, feeling the ridges around it, and heard the sounds coming from her mouth become more charming.

Cesar bit her ear and breathed softly, "I've been looking forward to the juice flowing out from here, my dear, and I've always been curious about how sweet it will taste with your complex blood." He squeezed it tightly, enjoying its softness and elasticity. "When the time comes, will you let me taste it? Will it taste like a fairy or a human?"

Diana turned her face to the side and bit his lips lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Should I let you go, or hold on tighter?"

She swallowed. "Hold on tight, silly," she said softly.

Cesar smiled, touching the tip of his nose with hers. "We must all be fools when we love each other," he whispered, feeling her intertwined eyelashes brush against his eyes, and seeing her smile back, whispering "fool" to him.

They kissed softly, their tongues touching, then gazed into each other's hazy eyes before slowly separating. They kissed again, stirring their saliva between their lips. Even as the saliva slowly dripped from their lips, they continued their passionate kiss. Only when his lips were swollen and his tongue sore did he release her soft lips and begin to kiss her fair neck, biting her shoulders.

At this time, Fils had stood up and hugged Diana's waist, then kissed her swollen pearl and teased it with the tip of her tongue. Diana panted, hugged Fils's head, and buried her face in her flaxen hair, but she couldn't stop her voice.

Feeling Diana's waist tense and her body twitching uncontrollably, Cesar immediately reached forward and put his hand on Phils's delicate buttocks, holding it tightly before starting the final movement.

They reached the highest peak together.

When he had completely filled Diana, she clung to Phils in her arms, making no sound. Finally, her waist softened as she leaned against his chest, her body glued to him, sucking tightly, unwilling to remove. Only a trace of mucus could be seen slowly seeping out from the gap between their bodies.

"Is this enough?" She turned her head and breathed softly.

Cesar lowered his head and rubbed Diana's ears, touching his cheek to her flushed cheek. "Neither of us is completely human, and there are many strange things in our blood. Maybe it will take many attempts before it works," he said.

She raised her eyebrows slightly. "How?"

"Of course, try every way we can imagine to satisfy our desires," said Cesar.

"That's a very strange thing to say," she said.

"Is it weird?"

"Of course it's very strange." Diana lowered her head and kissed Fils gently for a while, pressing their soft bellies together to wrap around his gradually sliding snake body and slowly caressing it. This feeling was also extremely wonderful. As their delicate lips and tongues parted, the remaining mucus of his body was sprinkled on their bellies. She also picked up a lot of mucus mixed with saliva from Fils' lips. "The taste is hard to describe." She said, poking the snake head against their bellies with her finger. "You are going to sleep too, do you hear?"

"You're keeping it awake by using such a commanding tone, dear," said Cesar.

"Then I'll give you a direct order." Diana glanced at him. "I order you to put this thing to sleep. Do you hear me, Cesar?"

......

As the dawn approached, Diana

She spread out the sorted papers one by one and pointed out to him that half of them needed his personal attention, covering locations from the outer city ruins in the north to Sodoris in the south. After she had filled his time with heavy affairs, she nodded and then got up to attend today's meeting.

"Since you're so eager to wrap up the meeting," Diana said finally, "then go and take care of all these matters, and come back to me when the meeting is almost over. No one will be persuaded by you this time."

After she left, Cesar looked at the table full of documents and fell into deep thought.

"I think the outer city wall in the north is not far from here," he said deliberately, "some things will be easier to handle with a wizard nearby."

As soon as she finished speaking, Phils pulled the quilt up, completely covering her head.

"You haven't been out with me in so long." Cesar came to the bedside. "I can't even remember how long it's been, - so is it okay?"

"I just need to live in this testing ground," she muttered. "Exploring records of true knowledge and cryptic manuscripts during the day, and having people come to entertain me at night. Not only are there sacred texts, but also the knowledge passed down by our ancestors. This comfortable and stable life as a mage must never be disrupted..."

Cesar blinked at the crumpled quilt, then flung it aside and reached out to pick up Phils. He held onto her thin arms and legs as she screamed, carrying her all the way out the door.

"I'm not dressed yet!" Phils yelled. "I object to your rude behavior! I accuse you!"

"Don't complain. Come with me first," Cesar said, signaling Gouzi to bring all her clothes out. "We can wear them outside." He scratched her slender chin. "Anyway, besides Diana and me, Bernadette is the only one in this city who can see you. No, we're the only ones who can even touch you."

"I'm afraid of the cold!" Phils whispered.

Cesar was slightly taken aback. He didn't know what to say to her. "The testing grounds are cold because Diana cast a spell," he explained. "If you even take a step outside, you can see many workers not only shirtless but also sweating profusely."

"What a barbarian!" Firth's expression darkened immediately. "You wouldn't be fooled by the rumors and think you're from Sassulai, would you? Why don't we just talk and resolve this?"

"What to talk about?"

"You know," she said, counting on her fingers, "since my physical state is constant, I don't need sunlight, I don't need to go outside, I don't need to walk, I don't need to do any of the things that ordinary people do. I won't change anyway. No matter what, my dark circles will always be there, and my skin will always be pale. So, of course, I can do whatever I want and be wherever I want."

"You're almost rotting in this dark underground testing ground," Cesar denied. "Even if your physical condition doesn't change, you should at least add some color to your thinking."

"It doesn't matter if it continues to rot." Fields muttered.

"That's just because I've been away all this time," he said.

"Aren't you going to deal with the city defense affairs? I also want to study your fake niece." She was still looking for an excuse.

Cesar took the lining from Gouzi and let Fils sit on his arm. He pinched her two white feet and pulled her panties up. "There's no rush for Isley," he said. "We can wait until her headless body comes up."

"That's strange. I've never sat on your arm before." She blinked and swung her calf on his arm, feeling it was surprisingly solid. "Is this the arm the forgotten god sat on?" she asked.

"Uh...it's complicated," Cesar said.

"Compared to the grandmaster of a school of magic, are gods much more powerful?" Fields asked again.

"I don't think so," Cesar said again.

"Solaire is simply far more formidable than Ferriers!" Ferriers muttered, her expression darkening. "I always thought I couldn't lose in a competition like this, but I ended up losing anyway. It's truly despairing."

Cesar put the shirt on her, pushing the sleeves up her limp arms one by one. "They didn't fight to prove who was stronger, so how can you say Soler is stronger than Ferrieres?" He shook his head.

He walked slowly down the corridor, finally exiting the castle's side door after dressing Fils. As they pushed open the door, sunlight bathed them in light, and a gentle breeze carried a warm breeze. Despite the beautiful atmosphere, Fils felt sunburned, huddled against him, even considering removing his clothes and draping them over her head like a cave dweller. He held her bare foot, his index finger rubbing the soft sole, and he couldn't help but consider whether or not to put shoes or socks on her.

"Where should we go first?" Firth asked, finally giving up her struggle. "I know some teleportation spells now. It's like, you know, remembering things I'd forgotten."

"Let's go to Sodoris first," he said. "I want to see what's going on there."

Chapter 358: Hang Him Up

......

"Sleep is a wrong thing," said Fils. "Myths often tell of greedy people finding evil spirits and trading their lives for money. At the end of the story, either the evil spirits that took human lives were denounced, or the people who exchanged their lives for money were denounced. But I have to say that sleep continues to deprive us of nearly half our lives, and yet I've never seen anyone denounce it. Isn't it also a cursed evil spirit? Everyone has become accustomed to this evil spirit, allowing it to steal their lives. Shouldn't this be condemned?"

Cesar smiled at her. "Every day I've been on the run from the Asylum Abyss, I've wanted to collapse on the ground and sleep, or even hibernate like a bear until spring," he said.

"This means you're also being coerced by this evil spirit," Firth announced. "Now I'm forced to sleep. Once I'm no longer forced to sleep, I'll start researching ways to deal with it."

He was slightly shocked. "With those dark circles under your eyes, I think you'd better not study it."

"That's not true," she insisted. "Before I met you, I could manage sleeping just over five hours a night. I expected to reduce my sleep by an hour every ten years until I was no longer constrained by it. But I failed—not because of any inadequacy on my part, but because of a fate I couldn't resist. Don't you think that's pathetic and powerless?"

"I don't think the pathetic and powerless nature of fate should be used in this kind of situation." Cesar reached out and pinched her cheek. "I won't ask how long you slept in the past. Anyway, now we have to fall asleep together and wake up together. Besides, in the beginning, you were half-dead all day long, leaning against the headboard like a ghost, hugging your knees, staring at me from sleep to wakefulness. Not only did you walk like a sleepwalker, but you also spoke like you had lost your soul. Isn't it better now? At least you have the energy to talk about your twisted logic."

Firth hummed. "I'm sure Grandmaster Firth did the same thing. Although she and I don't get along, we do have some similarities in our origins," she said. "I should convince Diana first."

"I've taken note of what you said. If she has dark circles under her eyes later, it will be your fault," said Cesar.

They emerged from the dense woods and walked along the riverbank into the city of Sodoris. Ever since Artinia's bloody sacrifice on the alderman's family, the area had become increasingly bustling. With the largest hospital in the area located here, it had a certain sense of prosperity. While the war on the northern border had concluded, the war in the southern territories continued, so factories continued to operate, and people continued to produce and supply supplies.

Many barges were docked at the docks of Sodoris, waiting to be loaded with boxes, barrels, and sacks. These included building materials, military equipment, and food supplies. Cesar knew that transportation was as important as production. If checkpoints blocked supplies along the way, then even if he could build mountains of muskets, they would just sit on the barges and in the warehouses, waiting to rust and rot.

He must completely open up this transportation route.

Before the war, Cesar explained his theory to Artinia. Afterward, he visited and cleared all the checkpoints that hindered the transportation of supplies. There must have been incidents similar to Sodoris's, and there were probably quite a few. When word of their brutal methods spread, many local nobles fled to their homelands or Anglan for refuge.

In a sense, this was indeed his doing.

Cesar walked along the riverbank with the caravan. "The supplies are piling up again," he said to the accompanying officer. "We need to increase the number of transport trips, at least two more. In other words, we need more labor, more barges, and some horse-drawn carriages to help ease the pressure on water transportation."

"Ships are a problem, my lord," the steward said. "I must say, the shipyards here are not very good. Olidan is not like Dominion. They are near the ocean, while we are near the sheltered abyss. A few rivers alone cannot support the shipbuilding industry here."

Cesar frowned. He knew a bit of advanced math when it came to calculating the trajectory of a cannonball. But how could he possibly possess such expertise in shipbuilding? Asking Gouzi was pointless; he'd never received any training in this area, and no matter how hard he searched the dark corners of his memory, he wouldn't be able to find the answer.

"The shipyard is in bad shape?" he asked.

The officer nodded in agreement. "The old shipbuilding experts are mostly gone now. The newcomers haven't learned much, and most have switched careers or fled. There's only a shabby workshop there, barely usable, but if you ask the people there what they can build, I'm afraid fishing boats are their forte," he said.

"Sister Mira?" Fils asked Cesar, "Doesn't she have the entire Imperial Library's collection? Musali also visited that place in the past."

"The reference books in the library and the knowledgeable people are not the same thing..." Cesar shook his head, "When the time comes, let's invite Sister Mira herself over to take a look at the situation."