Shadow of the Evil God

He was lifted into the air by the snow-like hair, feeling like prey caught in a spider's web. He couldn't tell if she was wearing a gossamer white robe or a woven garment of hair. Her shapely body emerged from the layers of falling snow like a fairy in a spider's dream. He felt dizzy. He felt slender fingers cup his chin, felt a smiling face observing him from above, and saw a full, white breast holding him in its embrace.

There was a fragrance about her that made one's consciousness hazy, as if falling into a dream. What was hidden in that face? Was it a love that sympathized with the world, an eternal passion, or an obscure antiquity? She was so many things: a mother, a sister, a lover, but precisely because of this, César felt that she had no image at all.

Arlandi kissed him with a smile, and he felt a chill in that kiss, like a foreshadowing of death flowing into his heart.

That night, Cesar's already fragmented memories and impressions grew even more hazy. It felt like a puzzle, a small part of which had been finally pieced together, had been disrupted, and even more pieces were missing. The wind howled outside the window. A young woman leaned lazily against the headboard, stroking her sleeping sister's hair while untangling the white hair that had tangled around his body like a spider's cocoon. He looked down and saw that the slight rise of his breasts had vanished, and something hung low between his legs.

"A young girl turned into a young boy." A smile bloomed on Allandi's lips. "Do you find it incredible? But this has nothing to do with me. It's your soul that changed your body."

"If the school saw me like this, they would kill me," Cesar said.

"When the night is over, you will turn back into that quiet girl."

"What am I?" he asked. "And what are you?"

"That's a wonderful question, but I need to get to know you better before I can answer it. Come on, come to me. You don't want to stand by the bed all the time, do you? You have a stern face, as if you have no love or desire, but that's another part of you. This part of you desires me, doesn't it?"

"You are only in your teens and have not experienced love yet. You should find someone more mature..."

She narrowed her eyes with snow-white lashes. "In fact, I gave birth to myself and my sister, Ferrieres, dear. If you realize who you are dealing with, you can even call me Madam."

"No, you and your mother have different demeanors. Those...those things I can't quite put my finger on. They haven't completely changed you. They've just made you aware of the past."

"That really makes me happy," said Alanti, taking his hand and sitting down beside her. She was half a head taller than him. "Since you compliment me on my youth, isn't it natural for young boys and girls to satisfy each other? Don't you feel a dark sense of satisfaction when you think about the fact that you can possess the Empress of the Empire while she's still a child?"

"There's too much instigation and inducement in your words," Cesar said.

"Really? Instigation and seduction? That's a nice way to put it." She leaned in, as if to see into his soul. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were the same color as her clothes, and her skin was surprisingly white, so her blue eyes were particularly eye-catching, changing constantly, sometimes looking down with the arrogance of a lady, sometimes slightly narrowed, sometimes with eyelashes fluttering, sometimes approaching with a smile, and sometimes revealing a pitiful and lost look.

Now, Alanti's eyes were wide open again, just a finger's distance from his cheek, staring at him without blinking, with girlish curiosity.

Cesar thought the colors in her eyes were too numerous to be human. They were an unreal dream, a deceptive illusion. The strangest thing was that each of the shifting colors in her eyes wasn't just a facade, but a reflection of someone she had once been, including her mother.

After some ancient existence changed the carrier, Alanti became her own mother, and her mother became an old woman with amnesia and confusion.

The horror of this matter is more than just the changes in love.

Arlandi seemed to appreciate his thoughtfulness and his caution. She stroked his cheek while observing his eyes, and at the end she actually laughed out loud. Then she leaned in and kissed him again. It was a lingering, wet kiss. He felt his lips numb and his tongue sore. Her touch seemed to carry a paralyzing sting.

When their lips parted, she smacked her lips, as if savoring his taste. "Something's missing," she said. "Even though you're the most refreshing thing you've ever seen, there's still something missing. What is it? Is it because you've forgotten everything?"

"I'm trying my best to piece together those shattered memories. I don't know who I am."

"It's too slow, and you've lost so much," she said, leaning sideways and resting her round breasts on his shoulder. "By the time you're cursed, you won't be able to piece together your fragmented memories." She held the little bird in her hand, teasing it. "How about I send you to death early?" she whispered. "A life without hope isn't worth living. Rather than wasting your energy, it's better to prepare for the afterlife in advance. That's it, okay? Ferris will definitely find the best solution for you."

His eyes widened. "I don't understand, sir..."

The moment she leaned over, Cesar's eyes snapped open, and he sat up coughing. He looked beyond the tent at the dim glow of the campfire, then around every corner. Ferrieres' childhood bedroom faded, and Arlandi vanished as Ajeh rose. But the things that had invaded his memory remained.

"Did you have a strange dream?" Ajiehe looked at him in surprise.

"I saw the memories of Sephora back then." Cesar rubbed his forehead. "I was cursed by the memories planted by Alante. Many years ago, when Ferriers was less than ten years old and I was only in my teens, she took me... She pulled the shattered me out of Sephora's consciousness and gave me..."

Ajiehe tilted her head. "Have you discovered what she is?"

"It's hard to say," he frowned. "At the time, Arlandi looked only about ten years old, but she said she was her mother, her grandmother, her grandmother's grandmother, and even older. She told me that both she and her sister were her own children. To be honest, when she took care of Ferris, she did have some... some maternal feelings. She was like Ferris's sister as well as her mother."

"What about their mother as they know it?"

"Alante said she's already an old woman who has nothing to do with her," Cesar said. "After she's forgotten everything, this matter has nothing to do with her... I heard from Alante that it has nothing to do with her anymore."

"I've never seen you say a word less than this." said Ajiehe.

"There are so many questions in this matter that I don't know how to describe them. For example, what did Alante inherit? Was it knowledge, life experience, clear memories, specific feelings, or even personality itself? What did Alante's mother lose? When she said that both sisters were her own children, how much of an exaggeration was that?"

"Sounds like that's not the most important part."

"The most important part is still unclear to me," Cesar said. "I still can't figure out what that ancient being is. I used to think it might be a Kuna, but now I don't think it's even a person."

"It means that you'd better not ask Jirallo to remove the spell that Allandi cast on you. You have to continue to delve into what happened back then until you solve the mystery." Ajiehe said.

"But I can't actively ask questions in the memories Alanti gave me. After all, they aren't residual memories, they're just memories."

"That means you still have to take them to the remnant memories to find Allandi for comparison." Ajeh smiled and patted his shoulder. "Should I comfort you and let you go back to sleep, little boy? At least it was a good dream, don't you think?"

Cesar shook his head, pondering the difference between Alante's time and Diana's. Back then, Alante was fully aware of his transformation and the inheritance he had from his ancient bloodline. But in this era, Diana knew nothing of the ancient past, and Bernadette had inherited no ancient memories. Furthermore, she was completely separated from the unknown being called Winter Night.

Now that I think about it, the changes that happened to Alanti must have affected the continuation of that ancient existence.

If the curse of the Yestren School was merely breeding, selecting a more perfect carrier for some ancient object, then was it possible that the breeding process had been completely abandoned by Milava's madness and Ferriers's betrayal?

Diana seemed to say that many of her predecessors

Many, many generations, in fact, are just like Bernadette, with ordinary talents, and can only bear the responsibilities of the school with the support of drugs. Over time, the personality and appearance of these people will undergo extreme changes. In other words, they will be replaced by winter nights.

For many generations, Diana was the first to demonstrate clear aptitude, perhaps the only one who hadn't seen the winter nights in her childhood. This seemed to imply that, after more than a thousand years of failed breeding efforts, the Yesterlen School had for the first time produced a qualified carrier, capable of continuing the ancient legacy like Alanti had.

This means that Diana's situation is more troublesome, much more troublesome than her mother Bernadette, and is on the same level as Alante and Ferriers.

Cesar sighed, trying to sort out these complex conditions. The deeper he delved into the secrets of the Yestren School, the more confusing it became. At first, he had thought the ancient being was a Kuna, but now he was unsure if it was actually human, or even if it had a separate will.

"I've read the cryptic manuscripts of the Yesterlen School," he pondered. "I remember Arlanti's tutor complaining that he had to discuss academic matters with a young man who had sex for an hour at noon. I was wondering at the time who was so unlucky that after a physical relationship that lasted only a few years, he would be beheaded and presented to Milava after Arlanti became queen. Now it seems that this person might be me..."

"But Sefra was fine back then," said Ajeh.

"Just because Sevra is alright doesn't necessarily mean I am," Cesar said. "Allandi wrapped me in her hair like a spider and pulled me out of Sevra's consciousness. Can you imagine how bizarre that was? My memories and impressions were all fragmented, and my personality was only that of a teenager. I barely pieced together some of the fragments to try to trace back to my past life, but she shattered them all in an instant, and I lost a lot of them."

"That sounds intentional."

"I think that Sephora's death is inseparable from Alranti. This guy's intentional or unintentional malice is really..."

"But you'll have to face her for a long time."

"No," he shook his head again. "It's not malice, it's just that this guy's cognition has changed. I can't say whether it's personality, memory, feelings, or knowledge, but Alante's cognition must have spanned an extremely long period of time and history, possibly thousands or even millions of years. What she considered an unintentional act actually had a terrible impact on others. Sevra, whose consciousness and thoughts were disrupted, Firiels, who became extremely paranoid, and Milava, who fell into madness and believed she would lose everything, were all victims of her unintentional actions."

Ajiehe raised her eyebrows. "This is really interesting. I thought the older sister was a normal person, but now she seems much crazier than her sister. So, do you want to continue? - continue to observe and endure her unintentional actions?"

"I must find the source of her bloodline," Cesar said with a frown. "If Diana is also infected with her horrible cognition, I will be in big trouble."

Chapter 416: Cesar's Stove Story

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Cesar rested in the tent for two days, either reliving the history of the past in his dreams, which seemed more real than reality, or waking up paralyzed in bed, not wanting to move at all.

On the third day, shortly after he woke from his dream, the dog came to feed him blood. In his dreams, the dog had bitten his neck and sucked his blood, and after waking, she fed him her blood through kisses. It was truly bizarre when he thought about it. Of course, Cesar knew she had been replenishing her blood supply in the past few days; otherwise, he would have thought the two of them were a perpetual motion machine, circulating blood.

During her paralysis, Aya came a few times, but she would only pull the tent curtain twice, put the food at the door, and then turn around and leave. According to Jilalo, their recent meals were the fruits of the ancient trees. Although they tasted like eating straw paper, they had no choice.

Last night, Sephora had come. She sat on the floor of the tent and asked him what he had dreamed. Cesar found it difficult to describe, so he held her hand and shared his memories. A quarter of an hour later, she clutched her forehead, saying she needed time to recover. She also said she would have stabbed him if he hadn't been paralyzed.

"I'd like you to look at my memories with me," Cesar said to her. "Aren't you good at observing ancient memories? Compared to the two-headed snake's memories, my memories..."

"No thanks. Experiencing the residual memories is troublesome enough." Sevra shook her head. "Besides, Aya has been in a bad mood lately. I don't want to disappear without a reason."

"Oh, you mean this! Can you use your fingers? I remember I demonstrated it to you. You have to hug her from behind, then put your index finger..."

She patted Cesar's shoulder, sighed, and suddenly raised her wrist and hit him on the forehead with her index finger. With a bang, he fell to the ground from his sitting position.

"This is how I use my fingers, Cesar," Sevra said. "You must remember this."

Recalling this, Gouzi ended the long kiss. She licked the corner of her blood-red lips and turned her gaze to the tent entrance. As the Faceless One's gaze shifted, Ajiehe, who hadn't returned home all night, pulled back the curtains and walked in. Seeing the blood on the wolf girl's face and the wounds on her body, and then looking at her nonchalant smile, Cesar knew what she had done without her having to say anything.

Either Ajeh had encountered Sevra from another timeline and had the urge to kill her, or she had clashed with Sevra on their side. In either case, a heated exchange between her and Sevra wouldn't be surprising.

Of course, this is not entirely a bad thing. It was Ajeh and Sefra who went out to explore the way last night. Now they both came back alive and without any missing limbs. It is always a good start.

Ajeh's mindset is deeply twisted, but her madness isn't without reason. Cesar believes Ajeh's mental problems stem from Ferrieres's escalating mental state. Furthermore, Ferrieres's escalating mental state is largely due to Arlandi's departure, and is also closely linked to Sevra's curse.

As for Allandi, the unfathomable ancient curse had a profound impact on her, but this was also due to her complete acceptance of the ancient curse. Otherwise, she would have resisted it for at least a few years, and at least stayed with Ferrieres until she grew up, instead of leaving without saying goodbye when she was only a teenager, causing her childhood to be deprived.

This is truly an interconnected chain of cause and effect.

Before Cesar could ask Ajeh about what happened last night, she leaned in. "Give me some blood," she whispered, and bit the side of his neck.

Cesar fell down under her weight. Not satisfied with just biting the wound, she licked the wound on his neck with her sticky tongue, then bit down again, causing blood to splatter. "Don't bite too deep!" He cried out in pain and tugged at her tail. "Not right now! Those sealed memories are taking up too much of my energy."

"What should we do then?" Ajiehe hugged his waist, humming and rubbing his shoulder with her teeth, then biting his ear. "What on earth did you dream about? Lately, nothing I ask of you has been satisfying."

"The young mistress who claimed to understand love affairs restrained her sister's servant and indulged in sexual intercourse for an entire night," Cesar said. "She also abused her magic to overdraw my energy. In the middle of the night, I felt like I was dead, but as soon as she chanted a spell, I would stand up uncontrollably. I think she could turn even a bundle of hemp rope into an iron rod by chanting a spell. In the early morning hours, she grabbed me like a rag and stuffed me back into Sevra's body. At noon, when I had just caught my breath, she pulled me out of Sevra's body, stuffed me back in, and pulled me out again at night. I was really..."

"Isn't this perfect for you?" Ajeh almost laughed out loud. "You like the teenage girl Ferriers, and Allandi also likes the teenage boy Cesar. How interesting."

"That's not really a love affair; she just found something new to use," Cesar said, sitting up and grabbing Ajeh's waist, letting her lie with her back against him. He pulled her clothes open and ran his hand over the knife wound from her shoulder to her collarbone. Then, he saw the dog approaching, following the smell of blood.

"This guy looks

"If I were to die, I'd want you to eat me. But if you insist on sharing, you could give me one arm..."

Cesar slapped her butt hard, and she moaned softly, a trickle of fluid oozing from between her legs. His spankings had been quite effective lately, giving her a considerable degree of pleasure. "You feed her some blood," Cesar said to the dog, then grabbed her buttocks and slapped them again. Her plump, tight bottom swayed, her long tail flicking against his chest, and the soft lips beneath her bulged outward, gradually becoming moist.

"Why, you don't like to hear that?" she asked back.

"What do you think?"

Cesar gripped Ajeh's round hips as he spoke, sinking deep into her, penetrating her body to its very depths. A blush crept up her cheeks, and she threw herself back uncontrollably, her breasts rising. She looked as if she wanted to scream. But the dog had already moved closer, silencing her cry with his lips. Her hands also grasped her breasts, gripping them tightly. Two streams of white juice immediately flowed out from between her fingers and trickled down her wrists.

He passed his arms under her armpits, grabbed her plump breasts and kneaded them wantonly. Gou Zi also pinched her bright red nipples with his fingers, teasing and rubbing them with a strong sense of stimulation.

Ajehe's juices seeped out more and more, and her breasts swelled alarmingly. Her face flushed, but she couldn't scream out a word. The dog's moist lips slid over hers, pressing against every one of her lips, sealing every breath she took. The Faceless One's blood-stained tongue also teased her mouth, delivering streams of pure blood, intoxicating her even more.

The kiss, tinged with the smell of blood, finally ended. The dog's lips parted, but its long tongue still entangled with hers, pulling it out of her lips before slowly releasing it. It curled like a snake's tongue, licking the knife wound on her face.

Cesar thrust once more deep inside Ajeh. She leaned back, her waist arched like a bow, her head resting on his shoulder. "How's that for an answer?" Cesar pinched her nipples, squeezing out a stream of white juice. He then dipped the juice into her tongue, pressing it against it, teasing the tip of it. "Do you want me to tell you more of my little story, dear?"

Ajeh turned and bit his ear. "It's been a night since I last heard your little story about the stove, Father. It's so tempting. So, are you ready to tell it? Do you need me to applaud you like I'm trying to applaud an old man?"

He slapped her perky, round bottom again, gripping her buttocks and twisting them, hearing her soft gasps in his ear. Her saliva flowed from her mouth, soaking his ear wetly. She licked it, making a wet sound, and blew into his ear. "Don't you like my tone, Daddy? Or do you just want to spank me?"

Cesar panted while stroking the dog's head, holding her head, letting her wet lips gradually move down along the curve of Ajiehe's chest, kissing the round bead and biting it. She used her slender tongue to circle around Ajiehe's breast, gently squeezing it, and a large amount of juice oozes out.

He pushed deep into Ajiehe's body, thrusting against her tender little mouth while grabbing her round buttocks and slapping them repeatedly, listening to her increasingly rapid panting. As the dog lowered himself, his long, soft tongue licked his scrotum, first wrapping around the snake's body a few times, then slowly pushing its way through the gap between the snake's scales and Ajiehe's body, into the deepest part, always pressed against the snake's mouth and her tender little mouth.

Gouzi hugged Ajiehe's waist, fingers pressed against his lower abdomen, and teased him with the tip of his tongue. Cesar felt a tingling sensation underneath him, and Ajiehe's breathing became more and more intense. The long tongue gradually became wet, like a small water snake covered in slime, sliding against them.

It would sometimes invade his snake mouth, picking out strands of liquid from it, making his body numb, and sometimes it would invade Ajiehe's small hole, causing her soft lips to tremble and tighten, squeezing the snake's body even tighter.

Cesar felt the dog's smooth left hand holding his bag and rubbing it, which brought him a wave of intoxicated feeling. Looking down, he saw that her right hand was also pinching and kneading the beads under Ajiehe's body, causing Ajiehe to secrete saliva from her mouth, which had already overflowed from her lips and flowed to her jaw.

He lifted Ajiehe's slender jaw and kissed her upwards from the strand of crystalline saliva to her bright red lips. Her fair body twisted in his arms, her blood-stained breasts resting on his forearm, rising up in fullness, trembling with her movements, creating dazzling waves.

As Cesar's kiss deepened, Ajeh held the dog's head tightly with both hands, pressed her legs together tightly, her ears trembled, and finally she let out a long gasp in confusion and leaned completely into his arms.

Cesar felt the dog's tongue caressing and licking the place where their bodies met, and he couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated. He hugged Ajiehe and lay down in the tent. She looked a little tired, her wounds still unhealed, but she lingered with him for a long time, and now blood was seeping out.

"Would you like something to eat?" He looked at her lying on his chest, and couldn't help but put his hands in her messy hair and ruffled it, which immediately made it even more messy, and his hands were full of it.

She moved her ears and said, "What can we eat in this place except our own flesh and blood?

of? "

Cesar placed his hand on Ajiehe's back and gestured to the dog. She immediately understood and covered Ajiehe's eyes with her hands. "Why are you covering your eyes?" Ajiehe shook her head, but was too lazy to move. "Forget it, do whatever you want. I'm too lazy to move."

He bit into the fruit Aya had brought him, cupped Ajiehe's face, and kissed her on the lips. Though she couldn't see, she extended her soft tongue to him, letting him lick and suck it gently, her cheeks gradually flushing. As he pressed his tongue against hers, pushing the fruit into her mouth, she instinctively bit into it, and her face paled.

"Ugh—what are you doing—!"

Cesar knew it tasted like toilet paper, extremely unpalatable, and even unpalatable to a carnivore like Ajehe. But Jirallo said it had been a favorite food in the Tomb of the Wise since ancient times, so they had been eating it for three days straight, with only Ajehe missing. Her throat moved, and she instinctively wanted to spit it out, but Cesar held her lips tightly, his tongue pressing against hers to push the fruit inward, and he helped her crush it with his teeth. Suddenly, the taste and texture of toilet paper filled her mouth.

Although this thing is bitter, it can make people clear-headed and their spirits will quickly recover from fatigue.

Gouzi lay on Ajiehe's back, covering her eyes tightly so she couldn't see. Cesar also hugged her waist tightly, gripping her slender jaw, and sandwiched her between him and Gouzi, holding her tightly. As his kiss deepened, he forced her to swallow the fruit.

After a while, Gouzi let go of his hand. Ajiehe lay on his chest, panting with her tongue out, looking as if she wanted to spit. So Cesar held her tongue and pressed it against her lips. After she swallowed both of their saliva, he smiled and let go.

"Do you want someone to bite your throat in the middle of the night?" she asked.

"I'm just feeding my disobedient daughter some vegetables." Cesar kissed her right cheek and saw that she closed her right eye. "Weren't you the first to call me father? Didn't Ferris feed you something similar?"

“Never,” Ajeh said. “At least she knows I’m a carnivore.”

"This tree's fruit doesn't matter whether it's carnivorous or omnivorous."

"This is toilet paper."

"We should eat straw paper together."

"If it's Ferriers..."

Cesar reached out and stroked her face, kissing her wound. "If you never tell me what happened between you and Ferriers, it will be meaningless for you to mention her name again and again, dear."

Chapter 417: Mind and Body

It seemed that it was because he always allowed Ajiehe to bite her. She pressed her sharp claws against his chest and her teeth against his throat. After biting for a while, she lost interest and lay motionless on him.

Cesar lay on the couch in the tent, holding Ajehe and stroking her smooth back. He felt the fur gradually appear on her blood-stained back. Soon, a she-wolf covered in gray and white fur was lying on top of him. The dog licked the she-wolf's wounds, making her hum softly and half-close her eyes in pleasure.

In the past, she always bit his wounds and licked his blood. Now that she meets another blood-thirsty monster, her reaction is quite interesting.