Shadow of the Evil God

He bit her shoulder hard, leaving a tooth mark. As he bit, her vagina contracted, sucking out a large amount of seed from it. "Is this also because of the path? Diana and I haven't reacted for so long." He asked.

"The Kuna say the mission of the Firstborn is to reproduce, much like the self-sacrificing mission of the ant queen. I waited until this dark abyss to fulfill my mission, only to turn the ant queen's mission into a pile of soulless, empty shells. In doing so, I..."

"And this matter has nothing to do with you?" Cesar frowned and said, "You and Sevra spoke so seriously about having an heir."

Ajiehe didn't care at all. "Isn't it enough that I just said something casually?"

Cesar held her in his arms, lifted her higher, then lowered his head, grasped the swollen soft flesh with his hands, and squeezed it until it sagged. The red blush of her breasts, oozing with juice, bulged outward, and the bright red beads stood up very high. With a squeeze, a stream of juice spurted out and landed on his slightly opened lips.

"The world was still in eternal night," Ajeh gasped. "The only source of light came from a long, blood-red line in the dark sky. Although many creatures felt uncomfortable, for those who worshipped Analik, that long, blood-red line was more suitable for survival than the sun, and it contained more abundant vitality. Sunlight only warms the body, but Analik warms the soul. Moreover, under its radiance, all spells can be immortalized. The Molten Thread cast by the Xisai School will not even disappear, but will be forever engraved on the earth until another spell that changes the terrain covers it."

"This is truly an astonishing sight." Cesar bit her chest. "Is it in this kind of world that you first developed your self-awareness?"

"Oh, yes," Ajeh hugged his head, grasped her breasts, and squeezed hard, instantly filling his mouth with sweet juice. She took a breath, "Many magical creations can last forever, such as the servants of the Xisei School infused with molten fire. Many creatures have accepted Analik's gift, treating it as a new sun and gaining incredible magical abilities. But correspondingly, once Analik retreats..."

"Those creations will collapse, and those creatures will be forced to retreat into the wilderness, unable to survive in reality," said Cesar.

Chapter 389 The Little One Born

"Actually, it's still possible..." Ajeh gasped, "Just like the White Nightmare, like the two-headed snake that destroyed the walls of Noiin. But compared to the wasteland, staying in the real world is like sinking to the bottom of a muddy swamp. Just breathing requires a considerable amount of strength."

Cesar thought of the beastman tribes migrating south. "What about now?"

"Those hybrid beastmen have mixed bloodlines and almost no blessings from the true gods. They can move freely in the real world or in the wilderness. For many years, the Northern Empire has treated them as slaves and has almost no need to worry about them giving birth to intelligent individuals. However, groups like the corpse eaters and werewolves are different. This is why they have always stayed in the northern shelter and dare not easily go south."

"Why don't you dare?"

"Will you sink yourself in the swamp?"

As Cesar listened to her, he lifted her dress, allowing her two round, snow-white breasts to fully emerge, jutting out from under his hands, looking incredibly plump. Their skin seemed even whiter and smoother, swollen and enlarged with fluid. Both beads were flexible and lifted, dripping with juice, and the red blush surrounding them was also swollen, giving a wonderful, grainy feel to the touch.

He held them in his arms and caressed them, savoring their fragrant and smooth touch. He raised his head and said, "According to what you said, the essence of the beastman's migration south is actually that the suffocating feeling of sinking into a swamp has been relieved."

Ajiehe stuck out her tongue and kissed him, licking the juice in his mouth, seeming quite curious.

"It's been greatly relieved," she said slowly, kissing his lips. "You woke up on the altar, and it was only two years ago, so of course you couldn't feel it. But for the various beastmen, the monks of the major temples, and the mages of various schools, it feels like the shackles that bound them are loosening. Just over a decade ago, the Eye of the Crucible was almost impossible to summon into reality, but now, it can chase you all the way to the edge of the Sanctuary Abyss."

"Is this just because of old Thane's ritual?"

"Your false earl father is the true prophet of this era," Ajeh said. "All beings who follow Analik will eventually gather around him, waiting for him to complete the final ritual and final transformation. Thane will eventually transform into another existence that will begin the prologue. A completely different existence."

"This is really..."

Ajeh smiled. "Aren't you looking forward to it? After that, the paths we've been on will be elevated. If you accept the crown Legacy offers you, you could even replace Thane."

"I am not interested."

"That's why you're fleeing in panic at the edge of the Sanctuary Abyss."

"You should have come out and comforted me at that time."

"I'm not interested either."

"Why are you interested now?"

"who knows?"

Cesar grinned, holding Ajeh's hips and thrusting them forward, causing her to sway and arch her back, panting constantly. Each thrust pushed the soft lips of her vagina apart. Not only did her breasts ooze, but her body was also covered in sweat. The intense pleasure made her tail wag and she screamed wildly, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist.

They swayed up and down on her arched body, almost as if they were going to be thrown away from her soft body. From time to time, they collided with each other with a greasy sound, and cast a mind-boggling glow on their skin.

They both reached the climax again, and Cesar took advantage of her distraction to turn her around, holding her with her back to him, and suddenly disappeared into the path behind her. Then he put his hands through her armpits, holding her breasts and squeezing them forward, and suddenly two streams of juice spurted out from her erect beads, splashing on the wall of the stone chamber.

Ajeh arched her plump hips against his abdomen like a hungry puppy. He squeezed her breasts, causing them to deform. Sometimes they gurgled down her waist, sometimes they spurted violently, staining the wall. She was more than just brimming with juice.

Soon, she collapsed in his arms again, her back contracting and contracting, her front opening and closing, spraying lines of his turbid fluid. He kissed her cheeks and lips, his hands roaming and entwining all over her body, grasping her smooth buttocks, constricting her full breasts, caressing her smooth belly and sunken navel, and sliding along the curve of her slender thighs. Each touch made her body tremble, and her kiss deepened.

"We've been doing this endlessly..." Cesar raised his head and bit her trembling ear. "But let's move on to the next question. When did Ferriers leave the Frank Empire? Did she excavate this tomb with the Frank Empire? Was Solaire present at the time?"

Ajiehe gasped softly, took his hand and placed it on her chest, "Hold on tight... Also, you have too many questions."

Cesar squeezed them harder, pinching the beads that oozed fluid. He licked the sweat from her neck and bit the tender flesh under her raised right armpit, causing her to contract again, wrapping around the snake, sucking and squeezing. "You haven't said enough," he said.

"No, I've said enough."

"Well, give me—"

Cesar tried to use more force, but Ajeh pulled him away.

The tentacles on her body were easily thrown aside, and she rode on him instead. She shook her head and tossed her flying hair, making it fall like a gray curtain.

"Let's change the order," she said, stretching her body. Then she leaned over and pinned both of his arms against the coffin, pressing him down into the pile of bones. "You can guess whether your hips will break or shatter," she grinned.

"What if it breaks?"

"Then wait until it breaks." Ajiehe said, then raised her body and sat down hard, her plump and tight buttocks colliding with his thighs, making an echoing sound.

The intertwined pleasure and pressure made Cesar take a deep breath. "I can already feel the pain in my bones," he said.

"And..." Ajehe tightened her arms, pushing her chest forward, and the secreted juice dripped down onto his cheek. "Open your mouth," she stretched out her claws and pried open his mouth, "catch it like a puppy crying for food, don't let a single drop fall out."

"You're much younger than me no matter how you look at it."

"You'll know you're wrong when you become a child for your Phils," she said.

......

They both nearly drowned in the sarcophagus and pile of bones, sleeping with their bodies connected all night, and when they woke up, they were almost stuck together and couldn't be pulled apart. After finally removing them, they were entangled in the sticky pleasure for the whole day.

Longing filled the tomb, tinging everything with confusion and frenzy. In the end, it was Cesar who forcibly picked her up and took her to the corridor gutter to wash her body, thus preventing this longing that could last until death from continuing.

They washed each other's bodies. As if her consciousness was hazy, Ajiehe's movements were surprisingly smooth. She even lifted her hair and lowered her head to kiss out a lot of muddy liquid from her mouth, slowly swallowing it. When Cesar's turn came to wash her, she finally came back to her senses. However, as he carefully stroked her wet hair with his fingers, she still didn't say anything, just sat there and waited for him to finish.

Perhaps because it was located on the edge of the Tomb of the Wise, this place was actually filled with tranquility and peace, enveloping the two of them as they sat leaning against this lonely canal.

Finally, Cesar held her in his arms, his arm around her waist, his hand in his, and he kissed her softly. She kissed him back with a faint response, caressing his solid chest, feeling like a child awakened from a long dream. "I almost feel like I'm forgetting everything," Ajeh said, her voice so low she could barely hear the lamplight as she gazed at her reflection in the canal.

He shrugged. "If you're unwilling to tell me more about our past, you can just pretend we both know nothing and that we only met through Noyen."

Ajiehe shook her head. "What should we do now? Explore that darkness?"

"Since you're pregnant, go back and explain the situation to Jiralo first. If Jiralo doesn't know either, summon Milava's head and ask him before exploring. Is that okay?"

She grinned. "It's just an empty shell. It doesn't matter at all."

"As long as the child isn't born, it can't be said to be just an empty shell." Cesar squeezed Ajeh's hand and spoke softly to her. His gaze was long and silent. She remained silent for several breaths. Finally, she sighed, stood up, and brushed her long gray hair.

"Let's go back," she said. "I can stay here for a few more years anyway. I'll go back when I can get around more easily."

......

"What do you think?" Sevra said by the campfire.

"It's hard to say," Jirallo replied. "That darkness has many possibilities, but the closest one is actually the void that appeared on the face of the Wise Man before he died."

She nodded, but her gaze remained fixed on the nearby tent. In reality, the two people in the tent had shared her memories, personalities, and cognition, only their personalities differed. She and Ajeh had been one and the same for as long as she could remember. Later, when Ajeh possessed Cesar, she felt a sense of guilt but also a sense of relief. Later, she was told that Cesar and she were one soul in two bodies. The feeling was indescribable.

Now, seeing the other two hugging each other without any concern, and even pregnant with a child, the feeling is more than just weird and inexplicable.

"Are you saying this thing touches upon the essence of the tomb?" Sevra asked back, reaching out to stroke Aya's hair as she rested her head on her knees.

"Yes," said Giralo, "they didn't explore further, or rather, Cesar caught her at the edge of the cliff. That's the only good thing. He was the only one of us who could have caught her at the edge of the cliff. Until I call upon Milava's memories and ask him what disaster he has brought upon himself, it's best not to delve into the darkness that permeates the tombs."

"But he can't always hold her back," Sevra said with a frown. "If he fails, the Time Maze will have a very bad fork."

"I do not deny."

She pondered for a long time and said, "If the little guy wasn't born empty, could it hold her back?"

"The creatures born from the tides of the abyss cannot have souls." Jilalo said, "However, Princess, if you can find the right time and order me to give birth to her,

By pulling Cesar's servants and Milava's head, perhaps I can open a window and allow that creature to gain some faint consciousness and soul."

Chapter 390 Pregnancy Topics

......

"The inscriptions in this tomb meet the requirements," Giralo said loudly. "Please stand and wait. I'm not sure what will happen if the Emperor of the Frank Empire returns here. After all, he was the one who excavated and destroyed the Tomb of the Wise."

Cesar opened his eyes and saw Ajeh curled up in his arms, her head resting on his arm. The sight of her pale, human face told him she had bitten him again in the dead of night, licking her mouthful of blood. She murmured as she woke, clutching his neck and attempting to bite him. With some effort, he grasped her jaw, transforming the bite into a soft, half-conscious kiss.

He tasted blood on her lips and heard her half-asleep mumblings.

"Let me take another bite, Daddy..."

Cesar found it strange to listen. He stroked Ajeh's quivering ear, parted her lips slightly, and then lifted his chin to rest on her soft lips, feeling the bite of her canine teeth. He knew she was still unconscious. She only spoke like this when she had just woken up and was half-conscious, with a deep sleepiness.

He stroked her fluffy hair for a moment, then placed his hand over her half-closed eyes, brushing against her matted gray lashes. He ran his tongue up her cheek, licking a single sleepy tear at the corner of her eye. Then, he touched the tip of his tongue to her crystalline gray pupil, causing her eyes to narrow and her eyelashes to brush against his tongue.

"Where are you licking?"

Cesar lowered his head. "I was just about to ask you where you bit me last night." He reached out and wiped the bloody corner of her mouth, then lifted her jaw and gave her a deep kiss, exchanging blood, saliva, and tears with her. After a long moment, he pulled his lips away and saw her blood-stained lips slightly parted, her eyes hazy with sleep. "Are you awake?" he asked.

"Kiss me a little longer..." Ajiehe leaned in close, kissing his lips with a hazy affection, sometimes lightly, sometimes hard, sometimes biting, sometimes pressing tightly, sometimes touching with the tip of her tongue. She first stroked his solid chest, then hooked her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. When their lips parted, her nose touched his nose, and they breathed softly at each other.

Her half-open eyes held affection that was completely invisible when she was awake, just like the most ordinary lover.

"Ajeh, do you know what time it is now?" Cesar asked her tentatively.

She murmured twice, closed her eyes again, and put her face on his chest, wanting to curl up and fall asleep.

"Do you remember what you should say goodnight?" he continued to ask her tentatively.

"Don't make noise..."

Cesar whispered sleepily in her ear, "Say, sleep with your mother, my child."

Ajiehe almost whispered, "Well, I love you, go to sleep..."

He almost laughed out loud. He reached out and grabbed her tail, pulling it. She shuddered, looked around, and then sat up, holding her forehead. "I don't think we're supposed to wake up at this time?" she said in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, it's rare that you still have this memory." Cesar hugged her slender waist from behind and kissed her neck. "We just said goodnight to each other. Do you remember?"

She turned around and asked, "Is it fun to make me talk nonsense while I'm unconscious?"

Cesar bit her shoulder, his teeth gradually increasing in force, leaving a tooth mark as she groaned slightly in pain. "It's interesting," he said, "It shows that you actually have the idea of ​​raising a child, but you're not willing to admit that you have such an idea."

"Stop whispering in my ear." Ajiehe shook her head, tossing her shaggy gray hair to the left, then to the right. She lifted her lining to look at her belly. She had been frowning with a hint of wariness, but when she found it wasn't bulging, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me see." Cesar rested his chin on her shoulder, lowered his head, and reached out from behind her to caress her, his palm resting on her smooth belly. He felt that her originally concave abdomen had a slight bulge, but it was not obvious, just like a girl's belly.

"What are you thinking about by looking forward to my belly growing? Can you please stop holding me like a pregnant woman?"

"Okay, let's wait until you're really unable to move." Cesar picked up the dry food from the pillow and was about to break it open to share with her when she bit his shoulder, pierced his skin, and licked his blood. This guy wanted his blood more than the dry food, but fortunately, the feeling of her licking was soothing enough, and he gradually got used to it.

After he finished his rations, Ajiehe also finished her meal with a mouth full of blood. She wiped the corners of her mouth and cheeks with the back of her hand, leaving a bloody kiss and bite mark on the side of his neck. Then she lifted the blanket and stood up with him to put on their coats. As they did so, they inevitably helped each other to pull on the buckle and chain on the back of each other's clothes.

As they left the tent, Cesar stood behind her, watching her for several steps. Only when she turned and glared at him did he shrug his shoulders. "I just wanted to see the stages of pregnancy for a first-time mother," he said.

"From now on, any time you mention pregnancy to me, I will think you are humiliating me," said Ajiehe.

"We'll see," he said, "when you need my support even to walk, you'll know you're wrong.

. "

Cesar lifted the tent and greeted Aya, who was coming towards him. However, she glanced at the hickey on his neck and then turned away, looking away. He could only shrug his shoulders in frustration. Just as he was about to raise his shoulders, he saw Sevra staring at him from a distance. He suppressed his gaze and responded with a twitching smile.

This, it seemed, was the place that had summoned the dog and the head she was holding. Cesar walked around the hall, carefully examining its features. Besides its extreme antiquity, the most striking thing about it was its complex, chaotic, yet inherently beautiful structure.

At his feet was a window that should have been built into the wall. It was pitch black below, and Jiralo had warned them not to open it and go down. On the wall to his right, a staircase stretched horizontally, suspended over a meter in the air, extending through the entire hall. One end was also inaccessible darkness, and the other ended in a corridor.

The strangest thing above him was a massive well. The wall of the well broke in mid-air, leaving only circular steps extending gradually downward, circling three or four times before landing squarely on the ground. This well looked the strangest, but at the time, they had climbed down from the other end of the dry well to move the bonfire to the location designated by Jiralo.

"Remember what I said earlier?" Jirallo waited until they were all present before speaking. "A sewn-on head will trigger strange omens. Please be prepared."

Chapter 391 Storm

Cesar nodded in agreement, then wandered the hall in the glow of the bonfire. The tomb had stood for far too long, enduring unimaginable passage of time. Yet, from what he could see, aside from the traces of excavation and damage caused by the Frank Empire, it remained intact, untouched by wind or decay. The magical inscriptions on the ground must have served a vital purpose.

As Jiralo prepared the spell, he reached out to touch the spiral staircase extending from the ceiling and looked out at the broken dry well above his head. As the spell revealed the hidden words, he saw intricate patterns extending out from the well wall, occupying his entire field of vision.

It is these things that maintain the integrity of the tomb and resist the passage of time. They wrap around the cemetery buildings, just as skin wraps around flesh and bones when a living being is still alive.

In that case, Cesar thought, it couldn't be called a ruin, but something still alive. Just as a living thing decays after death, if it were still alive, its flesh and bones would never decay. As a branching path in the labyrinth of time, it would continue to function, affecting all future visitors, both the gravediggers of the Frankish Empire and them.

Honestly, he felt a little intoxicated. He leaned closer, pressing his face against the black rock face gleaming with white inscriptions, reaching out to caress it as if soothing a lover. He felt as if he could sense the presence of an ancient civilization, experience the glory of their ancestors. Though they were dead, with only a remnant west of the Sheltering Abyss, they still existed here, on this staircase covered in inscriptions.

Cesar walked around the steps, tracing the pattern with his fingertips, carefully feeling the inscriptions. After a dozen steps, he and Sevra met face to face. Their fingers traced the same intricate pattern until they reached the end and touched. When their eyes met, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. But after careful consideration, it didn't seem so strange, at least it wasn't a coincidence.

"We have some things in common, like travel and witnessing the ancient past, right?" Cesar asked her. "Although you witnessed the journeys of many souls throughout history, even the journeys of their entire lives, in the memories of that two-headed snake. But I think there are also places they haven't been to. For example, this tomb of the wise men, and most of the wasteland, which those who have died have never witnessed. Of course, there must also be the journeys of the Age of Gods."

"You talk like I'll go," Sevra said.

"Even if you don't go, you still have my memories and experiences," Cesar said, looking at Ajeh. "She and I trekked through the wilderness for who knows how many years, maybe even decades. Though the journey was arduous, when we reached unimaginable places, I felt that meaning itself was revealed. The places we walked through are rarely witnessed by anyone, not just those still alive today, but by everyone throughout history."

"Do you always have to spend so much time preparing for what you say?"

"I simply wanted to make it more convincing," he said with a smile. "The Thousand Needles at sunset, the Dragon Forest with its giant trees like mountains blocking out the sun, the snow-capped ringed mountains standing like a row of long teeth beneath the inverted sea, the ocean surface like a starry night sky. We didn't just travel, we recorded everything we saw and heard along the way, condensing it into crystals. Just like we meet now with the same feelings, our fingertips touching along the same pattern. This subtle experience is worth recording in crystal. Who wouldn't be deeply moved by this feeling at this moment?"