Shadow of the Evil God

"I know how it feels," Milava whispered. "Would you like someone who knows how you feel to touch it? I think it would be the most wonderful."

"You are the emperor."

"Yes," Milawa frowned slightly, "Emperor." Then he straightened up and gave a few instructions to the shadowy knights on both sides. After a while, Cesar saw that the wandering zombies and the ghosts of the knights stopped and no longer wandered in all directions. He gave another order, and the knights in different situations

They actually began to unify their teams and directions, marching towards the end of the tomb, as if the road ahead was the last one.

Looking further ahead and behind, the knights' torches gradually grew brighter, forming an endless line of fire that drifted in the darkness. Was it the Frankish emperor, who had disappeared years earlier, returning to the battlefield in a younger form, announcing the war's arrival?

The zombies were still rotting corpses, and the speechless knights were still silent and speechless, but they had all stepped firmly into formation, marching steadily forward alongside the first knights who had just arrived at the tomb and were still discussing things. They seemed about to end the endless darkness of time and greet the bloody dawn together.

Cesar stared at the scene, then turned his head to see Mirava looking back. Raindrops soaked his loose black hair, trickling down his cheeks and dripping from his chin. "My lord, you are truly an unpredictable little bird..." In a long kiss, Cesar gently bit his soft lips. He felt both of his hands grasp the snake, stroking it from its tail to its tongue. His palms were still incredibly smooth, delicate and soft, causing it to swell even more as he slid them.

The touch of lips slowly parted, and Milava leaned to the side again and kissed his ear. "You're getting thicker and thicker, teacher." He gently teased his ear with the tip of his tongue, stirring the saliva. He held the snake's body with his left hand and the bag with his right hand, kneading it. "These two bags are also very swollen." He panted, "I wonder if it confuses you whether the person next to you is a man or a woman right now? They seem to want to find a place to empty themselves. Are they looking for a well-behaved and obedient little bird, or an arrogant emperor?"

"You really confuse me..."

The long kiss had already left Cesar's breathing somewhat erratic. Now, as Milava teased his ears, her hands finding sensitive spots to tease him, his body softened, and he felt the urge to collapse back. He grasped the slender waist tightly in his arms, his fingers trembling as he grasped the curvaceous curves of her hips. Then he heard the young emperor let out a low cry, as delicate as a lark's. He could no longer hold back, and immediately spat venom into her white, soft hands.

Milava lowered her head, her cheeks flushing slightly, as if realizing his previous remarks, impulsive and sensual, were inappropriate. But her hands continued to rub the snake's body, clearly aware that the venom was gushing out, intensifying the stimulation and requiring more caressing. Cesar gripped the snake's body tightly with one hand, savoring the firmness of its hips. With the other, he lifted his slender, pointed chin, kissed his soft lips, and captured his slippery tongue. Milava's face flushed, but her hands continued to caress, soon coating the snake with a sticky liquid.

Cesar gasped, trying to break the kiss, but the young emperor clung even tighter to him, like a bird refusing to take flight. His soft lips slowly opened and closed, his eyes half-lidded, his eyelashes intertwined, hoping the ecstasy of the moment could be prolonged a moment longer. "Kiss me again...teacher."

Chapter 464: This is paying tuition

Despite his turmoil, Milava remained clinging to his genitals, unwilling to let go. His legs were pressed tightly together, and his arms instinctively covered his chest, seemingly unwilling to face the situation or let anyone else notice. As for Cesar, he had no idea when he would dare to face the situation.

Now Cesar still calls this guy by his name, but in fact he is just making a serious request. To really say what he is now, only he himself knows, hidden in the shadow of his own soul.

Whether male, female, or a neutral person with no sex characteristics at all, Milawa is always present. Just like when he puts his legs together now, between them could be the exit or entrance of life, or perhaps there is nothing, just a blank piece of skin that has forgotten to put anything on it.

Then again, if Milava didn't want to face his situation, what did his current emotional turmoil mean? Cesar wasn't sure. Perhaps he was seeking solace for his soul, or perhaps he was making up for a lost past. It was possible both. This past was a mixture of the repression caused by Soler and the trauma inflicted by Alante.

The two most important people in Milawa's life were both incredibly unusual. Neither the strict father of the tribe nor the leading actor on stage could be considered the family and lover a person needs to successfully grow up. Old Milawa was able to gradually erase the past, allowing the Milawa people hoped for to survive in the world instead of the real Milawa, eventually becoming the cruel Emperor of Farran. But the young Milawa was completely out of the question.

Experiencing a long period of time and foreseeing the future through a big dream are two completely different things.

Cesar raised his hand to touch his face, wanting to say something, but before he could kiss him, he opened his mouth and bit his thumb, holding it in his mouth and licking it. The two soft lips tightened, first bringing an intoxicating sucking sensation, and then the soft tongue licked from the fingertips to the fingertips, deftly swirling around his knuckles, making him feel itchy.

This guy always wants his lips to touch something.

Sharing Cesar's opinion, Milava was quite absorbed in the act, even though she was only sucking on his finger. She rubbed her increasingly delicate cheek against his palm, occasionally letting out soft moans as her saliva stirred. He had just regained his youthful chest, and now, on his clothes, the outlines of two bamboo shoots appeared, delicate and charming, with round and delicate beads.

As Milava kept sucking on his thumb, the two soft little hands held it tighter and kept stroking it gently, feeling sticky and itchy.

When Cesar finally removed his thumb, the young emperor finally pursed his lips, took a breath, and a string of saliva slid from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at the outline of his clothes bulging on his chest, then raised his eyes again, "Teacher, I didn't mean to... What should we do here?"

Cesar shook his head slightly. "You can't expect me to both satisfy your desires and help you control your emotions with reason," he said. "You chose one, and you have to overcome the other on your own."

"But I think this matter should be resolved between teachers and students," Milava insisted, "at least for now?"

"What about my trouble?" he asked in return.

"Um......."

"If you can't think of anything, forget it. Let's get down to business."

"No, I figured it out, Sensei."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl-like creature raised her face forward, first touching his lips lightly, then bent down. Seeing Milawa holding up his snake body that was growing stronger and stronger, the two soft lips also gently kissed the snake head, and then he swallowed it bit by bit with great effort.

Cesar couldn't help but gasp, feeling the creature's lips incredibly soft, its waist incredibly flexible, bent completely. The tongue that had previously teased between their lips was now wrapped around the snake, feeling smooth and tender. It followed the grooves on the edge of the snake's head, sliding gently in a full circle with incredible dexterity. Then, the tip of the tongue touched the small opening and playfully drilled into the salty hole of the snake's head.

After licking out a small amount of mucus, Milawa's throat moved and he gently swallowed it, then lowered his head even lower, swallowing more of the snake. The burning snake slid across his entire bright red tongue, not only filling his warm little mouth but also pressing against his throat, making his breathing scattered and his chest heaving.

Cesar felt his swallowing was awkward, but he knew exactly where the snake's sensitivity was. He sank deeply into it, as if melting in a warm, suffocating quagmire. His tender red lips wrapped around the base, sliding back and forth with gentle sucking. His tongue repeatedly licked the snake's head, gliding through its grooves and sweeping across its entire body, taking care of every scale. With each lick, the tongue grew more nimble and sticky, and the saliva that gradually overflowed from the small mouth grew thicker and more moist.

The young emperor raised his eyes, his cheeks flushed, his slightly closed eyes misty with water, looking delicate and hazy. Cesar took a deep breath, reached out and grasped his pretty face, thrust his waist against his lips, and immediately slid his tongue over his throat, and then heard him moan softly.

The water in his eyes became more hazy. Cesar held his face, stroked his head, and moved his lips in and out of his mouth. Soon, he had completely closed his eyes.

, opening her warm lips for him to enjoy. The tongue dripping with mucus was pulled out of her mouth by the snake's body, the tip of the tongue drooped low, and then was pushed back by the snake's body, over and over again.

As the sound of saliva stirring became louder and louder, Milawa's lips and jaw were already covered with sticky liquid, which dripped along the tip of his chin to his chest. At the same time, his two hands were still holding his bag and kneading it.

When he could no longer bear it, Cesar took a deep breath and felt himself gushing out into his wet, hot mouth. With each gushing out, he felt the pleasure grow stronger. He felt his arm muscles tense, his abdominal muscles tightening. One hand cupped his face, the other caressed the back of his head, as the snake's head pressed against his tongue, straining to release all its force.

He had just relaxed, about to remove it, when it suddenly, with a remarkably gentle movement, gave two sucks. His delicate cheeks dimmed slightly, and a sharp, astringent sensation coursed through the snake's mouth, reaching almost the very depths of the canal. The canal, already incredibly sensitive after the initial spurt, swelled again with the astringent, tingling sensation. The snake's body leaped rapidly, spewing out another torrent of venom, the pleasure even more intense than before.

Before he could swallow the old venom, new venom accumulated and filled the emperor's small mouth. But he still moved his throat and swallowed them bit by bit, swallowing them into his body. After a long while, the young emperor finally took the snake out of his mouth with a rough gasp.

Although Milawa's vision was hazy and his cheeks were flushed, he still looked up at Cesar and held the snake's body with his tongue. He licked it carefully, licking every scale clean of the remaining mucus.

At the end of the licking, the soft and bright red tip of his tongue pressed against the snake's mouth, gently brushing over the still dripping mucus, and then the last trace of venom also fell into his mouth along the surface of his tongue.

Cesar watched as Milava pulled his clothes and tied his belt, then, like a lost bird, he straightened up, leaning against his chest. His cheeks were still flushed, and he panted constantly. He wiped the slime from the corners of his lips and jaw with his hands, then slowly licked his sticky fingers. His body seemed more lithe, and his throat was still moving. After licking his hands clean, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back against Cesar, curling up in his cloak.

"Your trouble is over now," Milava said softly, covering her swollen chest with her arms. "Now it's your turn to help me, teacher. I can't just turn into a woman like this."

“You don’t have to swallow it all…”

"You have a wonderful smell, like the smell of life." He smiled and curled up tighter in his cloak. "Not a physical smell, but something deeper. I was a little cold just now, but now I'm warmed from the inside out."

"Alright," Cesar took a deep breath, not wanting to argue anymore. "I can't argue with you anymore. Let's talk about something more realistic so you can remember how to be a man."

"Is this a question that can be evaded?" Milawa suddenly raised his eyes. "No, I don't think so. I wish this matter had a more serious name."

"More serious?"

"Shouldn't it be more serious?"

Cesar noticed that the creature had suddenly started pecking people. Although the bird metaphor was subtle, many birds enjoyed pecking people, and it was not uncommon for bird trainers to have their hands covered in pecking scars.

"I don't take this kind of thing seriously," he said.

"But I heard that in some schools of the Guna people, teachers will ask poor students to pay tuition in this way. Because the Guna people's gender is difficult to identify, teachers and students don't care whether they have relationships with the same sex or the opposite sex." Milawa explained.

No wonder Iskrig welcomes everyone, whether it is Musali's mother or Musali himself.

"Do you think that's an acceptable excuse?" Cesar asked him. "They are the Kuna people."

"Nothing," he said. "In my time, the Kuna were already history, a thing of the past, before the time of the Holy Father. After the Kuna came the Beastmen, and after the Beastmen came another empire that came across the ocean from another land."

"It all comes to an end," Cesar said.

"No, I believe the end of one war is always the beginning of the next. There's never a final war," Milava denied. "That's why I'm rebuilding the empire. Always preparing for war is the way we should live. Birds may seem to live comfortably, but they'll eventually be shot down by hunters and eaten."

"I almost forgot that you were the chosen one of Helgast, the god of war."

"Then you must remember this clearly now, teacher."

"Really? Then why are you still huddled here, Chosen One?"

"Let me be a little bird for a while, I think." Milawa bit his ear again, and the soft voice with warm breath rushed into his ears, "Because this is the name you gave me, teacher, then as a student, I accept it. At least when I am with you, the teacher, I am your little bird..." His voice was a little hazy, "Just like you bought me with nine silver coins. If you bought me with money,

, what would you like me to call you? Master? And what would you name me? Milawa is definitely not possible, I think... "

Cesar took a deep breath. This guy's casual words were full of alluring allure. "Why do you always have to whisper in my ear?"

"Because you're susceptible to this." Milawa tilted her face. "Isn't it? When I talk like this, you're forced to concentrate."

Cesar grasped his shoulders and pushed him back. "You'd better sit back down," he said. "Think about Helgast first, and figure out how to handle this according to the God of War's philosophy. If you can regain your position in the Temple of Helgast, I'll have another bargaining chip besides the Temples of Hiel and Sagaros."

"So this time I can really handle the relationship between the Pantheon and the Empire well." Milawa blinked and said, "Old Milawa's disastrous failure must have forged my success today."

"Let me remind you first, although I don't want to be the emperor, you are not the only emperor I support."

"The truth will be revealed when the time comes," he said. "Compared to the Temple of the Gods, a major threat to the heart of the empire, the Kasar Empire is just a continuation of past wars. It seems that this empire also hides many shadows. Now that it is torn apart, it is the perfect time for me to catch up. The chaotic war years are precisely the best opportunities, whether it is to rebuild order or to crush stubborn diseases..."

“Crushing stubborn diseases?”

"So many years have passed, and these many countries that have continued from the broken Frank Empire to the present day should have become a chronic disease."

"You don't look like you need my help, do you?" Cesar said, patting Milava's chest with the back of his hand. He subconsciously reached up to cover his face, but found no female features, and immediately coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Your insights can restore my confidence," the young emperor explained, lifting a hand to push back his rain-soaked hair. "Whether it's solace for the soul or harsh reality, I can find much in you. My past will not die, and my present will not stagnate. I will become more complete than old Milava. Then, he will never be able to claim to be the real Milava."

"Because he lost his past?" Cesar asked him.

"People change," Milava said, "but I believe there are always some things that remain unchanged, things that allow me to remain myself no matter how long I live. Once I abandon the past, I abandon it again and again, making abandonment easier and more insignificant. In the end, old Milava abandoned himself and the hope of the empire, all for that empty Alanti."

Chapter 465: Don’t teach the kids here

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"We are out of time," said Sevra. "Whether you are Jiralo, the Wise One, or any other nameless Kuna, we are out of time. You think we are here to harm you? No, the real killers are those beastmen of unknown origin, cursed with the Thought Plague. Listen carefully and follow us. You are the master of this place, and you must fight them together."

"This guy looks completely bewildered, like he can't understand a word anymore." Ajeh pushed her way through the clamor of knights. Somehow, the tomb passage was filled with more and more Flan knights from various eras. Knights newly trapped cursed and roared, while those trapped for centuries remained silent. Knights trapped for countless years, reduced to rusted armor and decaying corpses, continued to march forward, following the Imperial knights of other eras.

The number of knights sent to the grave by Milava was already enormous, and now, knights from every era gradually accumulated, the scale of the procession was beyond description. The formations seemed endless, almost reminding Sevra of the soldiers filling the streets and alleys during the capture of Noien. It would have been fine if they were just marching, but from the tombs beside the corridors, beastmen continued to pour out, an ancient curse called forth from the lingering memories.

"This scene reminds me of the war back then," Ajeh whistled. "I never thought the young emperor would summon them to continue their march." She stretched out her arms, clearing a path for Aya, who was carrying Cesar. The imperial soldiers crowded the tomb passage, hindering their progress. But the knights, inspired by the tombs, each swung their swords with all their might, destroying the beastmen that appeared out of thin air along the way.

Sevra had already slaughtered her way through the ancient beastmen who had been chasing her, and now she finally didn't have to draw her sword.

A large group of knights and priests surged past them into the tomb, intent on annihilating the wriggling, rooted deformities. Several of them waved at Sevra. It was clear that they were people who had recognized Sevra from Milava's time. However, Sevra of that era didn't recognize them. It seemed that many people recognized her, then and now, while she only knew a handful, a few she could count on one hand.

As for this guy Cesar, it seems like the people he knows could fill an entire town.

"Are you okay?" Sefera looked at Ajeh's abdomen.

"Problem?" she shrugged. "What could be the problem?"

"Offspring." She said it simply.

"How long has it been?" Ajiehe still didn't care. "It will be a long time before I can no longer move. And I don't know how long I will have to nurture this thing. Maybe it will be many years. Besides, even if I get into trouble, it will just be a matter of drilling into Cesar. This guy's soul is like a nest. After a while, I can build a house in it, with books, tables and chairs, and a bed."

"I hope you didn't do this in my soul," Sevra said.

She smiled. "What do you think?"

"I hope your temperament will be more normal after you have a child."

"You hope too much," said Ajeh.

"You talk too much," Sevra shook her head. "Regarding Milava's exploration of the Tomb of the Wise, do you remember anything about what happened afterwards?"

She looked at her from the side for a moment. "You don't remember?"

"Sevra of that era had gone mad before this, and Cesar had gone to the other side of the door. As for what happened afterwards... I have no memory of it."

"Well, let me tell you this. When Milava escaped the tomb, he brought nothing back. Not only did he find nothing in the tomb, he also abandoned countless imperial knights in the forked path of time. Even after the army withdrew from the tomb, these knights could not be rescued. At that time, the army's supplies were almost exhausted. When Milava hurried to the royal capital, the Kasar Empire was marching south, and the Pantheons were also in chaos in their respective territories. However, this is also understandable. In his last few years, Milava really did go mad. Do you have any other questions?"

Sevra watched a knight pass by her. "This knight was beheaded half an hour ago, his body trampled by wild beasts," she said. "And now he appears again."

"Isn't this your own wish?" Ajeh shrugged. "It's just that this knight slaughtered beasts, and you want to slaughter Cesar. Being trapped in the maze of time means that there will be countless forks in the road where you will meet Cesar on countless forks. You are endless, and so is he. Even if more of you or Cesars die, there will always be new ones coming from another fork in the road."

"You care too much about the past."

"No," she laughed again. "I don't care. I just want to see if you're as indifferent as you act, Sevra. Don't think that just because we're at the end of the grave, I can't smell the blood in your soul."

"We're worrying about our lives, and you're focusing on the illness of my soul?"

“I care more about things that are closer to me.”

"The other Sephora is from over a thousand years ago."

"I think she is you, and you are her. You've never actually overcome it, have you? You're just ignoring it and avoiding it."

“We have to talk

Is this kind of thing?”

"What do you want?"

"I just want to get this damn grave done with before you come over and start rambling on about how hopeless my condition is."

"What a shame," Ajeh said. "There's no better opportunity than the Labyrinth of Time. Where else can you satisfy your desire? Let me see how many Cesars you have to kill to be satisfied? I really..." They walked through a narrow tomb passage, through a crowded array of knights, and stepped into a pool of sticky blood. "Oh, the front line of the war! It seems the beastmen are one step ahead of us. It's all because of that old guy Jiralo who fell ill halfway."

Sevra frowned. "The battle line is stuck."

Across the tomb was a vast, endless plaza. Sephora didn't know what its structure had been like in the past, but now it had completely transformed into a bloody inferno. The knights, reckless and desperate, pressed forward, rushing towards the end of the tomb. The beastmen, also reckless and reckless, continued to charge forward, hindering the advance of the battle line.

Everywhere there were piercing blades and slashing claws, and many people and beasts couldn't even tell whether they were killing enemies or allies. At this point, apart from the advance and retreat of the battle line itself, they no longer cared about anything.

Sevra didn't know how long the battle raged, but countless Imperial knights marched forward, trampling over their own corpses. With each death, a new one emerged from another fork in time. Beastmen also continued to emerge from within the remnant of memory, like an endless swarm of insects. The ground of the cemetery square was already covered with corpses, forming a carpet of remains that stretched as far as the eye could see. The blood of humans and beasts had reached their ankles, turning the ground into a sticky pool of blood. Stepping on it felt like walking through a mud pit filled with drowned corpses.

Humans and beasts, disregarding life and death to such an extent, looked like the tangled and roaring wrath of ancient ghosts. In many places, corpses had piled up into small hills, forming battlefield fortifications more than a man high. Many people and beasts began to crawl among the corpses, as if swimming beneath the surface of a lake, making it impossible to distinguish them. Once they got behind each other's battle lines, they caused great chaos, and the battle lines became even more torn and chaotic.

Sevra saw the first beastmen to appear in the auditorium. Those creatures, half lizards and half cats, swam amidst the mountain of corpses, like fish swimming in water on the crowded battlefield. However, it was precisely because of this group of beastmen's mastery of the art of war that they became the first thorn to be removed by the Fran Empire, bringing about their genocide.

Of course, she also saw beastmen who weren't from the remnant of memory. She saw ethereal snakes soaring through the air, close at hand, clad in rusted Imperial armor, some with feathers growing from the crevices of their armor. After surveying the stalemated battlefield for a moment, they vanished.

The reason she said it wasn't from a residual memory was because she had no memory of this Beastmen tribe. You know, every Beastmen tribe has a traceable origin, a corresponding ancestor. And hybrids are always hybrids. Now that she saw this unrecorded Beastmen tribe, she knew who had taken possession of the remaining ancestors in the tomb.

What if it was Ajeh who was taken away by the beastmen, and it was a snake that was taken away by Firiel? Sephora looked at Ajeh again and imagined the situation of the flying snakes being replaced by a group of wolves. It seemed too ordinary.

While Aya was still a victim of war, she and Ajeh were both familiar with the battlefield and had both participated in it. While the current conflict was a life-or-death struggle, it was ultimately a battle between remnants and souls, a far cry from the wars of the past, when beastman shamans, temple priests, and mages participated en masse. But Cesar...