Symphony for the Insect Princess

The blasphemous Demon King, the Lord of the Dead, an existence on par with the Sage and the War Emperor, his power is far beyond common sense.

The elite troops that the king first sent out were wiped out as soon as they arrived at the Demon King's castle.

The ministers with ulterior motives took advantage of the fact that the king's only bloodline was abducted and the royal inheritance was void, and used various means to try to seize the throne, which seriously delayed further rescue.

So-called "heroes" and "brave men" did appear, and the strongest of them were at the level of a great magician, but when faced with the blasphemous Demon King, they were as weak as babies and died in vain.

He had also sought help from the Tower of Babel, the Pantheon, and the Knights, but defeating the Demon King was no joke; it required detailed and thorough preparations, the mobilization of a large number of powerful combat forces, at least at the level of a magician/war spirit, and at least one sage or war emperor.

Failure after failure, delay after delay, the passage of time measured in years. Two years passed, and finally, the king, deeply devoted to his daughter, nearly collapsed. He forcibly dispatched the nation's strongest main force to attack—of course, the result is predictable. The army was utterly defeated, and the resulting lack of military strength was exploited by the hostile neighboring countries. War broke out, and this small country was soon divided up, and the old king died in the palace.

The world outside is changing.

And in the Devil's castle, everything remains the same as it has been ten years.

In the first year after being captured, the fourteen-year-old princess became pregnant with the devil's child.

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I still remember that fateful night when the undead creatures emitting a smell of corruption grabbed me from my warm bed. I fainted on the spot out of extreme fear, and when I woke up, I was imprisoned in a cold castle.

When I close my eyes, I can still hear the voice of that man I met for the first time—the man I should call "husband."

"Charlotte Phoenix..."

Waxy white fingers brushed across my body, cold and icy. Thinking about it later, there was no eroticism in it. He was examining himself as if he were checking a precision instrument.

"...As expected, it has a good compatibility with necromancy. It's a good material. My efforts weren't in vain."

Throwing down these words, the man—the blasphemous demon king—left, leaving me trembling with fear, huddled in the corner of the room, with the skeletons guarding me beside me.

"Should I... miss it..."

Charlotte murmured, looking at the lantern in her hand.

This was the legacy left by her "husband", and she had no idea where the blasphemous demon king got it from.

The lantern is completely black, and its shape is no different from that of an ordinary old-fashioned lantern, filled with an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes. What is jumping inside is not an ordinary flame or any other common light source, but some kind of black substance, which is very strange and makes people not want to look at it any longer.

"What... this... what is this!!!"

Saint Anthony screamed in horror, completely losing the courage to fight the spirit! This black thing, which looked like fire, mud, water, and smoke, was different from all the substances he had seen in his rich life!

It was burning the very magic that made up the golem! And once it touched anything, it was impossible to shake it off, impossible to extinguish! The cross in the golem's hand that first touched it had long since vanished, and the golem itself had already melted into a large mass!

"Wait wait wait wait! Stop—"

"I'm sorry, but once the Dark Flame of the Dark Lantern is released, it won't stop until it completely consumes its target."

"You—damn it!"

The golem burned faster and faster, and was about to burn its body! Saint Anthony had tried every possible method: magic suppression, wind pressure, heavy blows, and light magic radiation, but nothing worked!

If this continues—

(Damn it! Is this the only way?)

The flames had already burned through his body, leaving only the core and most solid part of the golem covering its surface, barely resisting! Saint Anthony knew there was no room for hesitation. With a firm heart, he completely severed the connection between himself and the golem!

It was a piercing pain, like being sliced ​​in half, body and soul alike! The golem itself was the product of a great war spirit's lengthy tempering of its own magic armor, infusing it with a portion of its soul, and then undergoing a long period of grinding. It was completely different from ordinary magic armor that could be rebuilt from scratch at any time. After creation, the golem was hidden within the body, released when needed. No matter how damaged, as long as the "core" remained within the body, it could quickly recover.

Once the connection is completely severed, it is equivalent to completely severing ties with the golem and completely abandoning the great war spirit's greatest weapon. Even in the face of death, few people can achieve such awareness!

Facing such a Saint Anthony, Charlotte's thoughts still drifted to the past.

Whenever necromancy is used,

Whenever I face the people of the Pantheon,

Whenever I take out the Dark Light as my trump card,

I will think of my daughter,

I will think of him.

Thinking of the past days.

At first, every day was a torment, not physically, but mentally. A sky perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, a gloomy castle occupied by the Demon King, undead creatures lingering in the shadows, an icy chill permeating the air... Every day, the fourteen-year-old princess lived in fear, unable to imagine what would become of her.

"Cough...cough..."

A life-sized knight-shaped magic ball was peeled off from Saint Anthony. The abandoned golem's core was like a chrysalis without its contents, and was quickly burned by the dark flames wrapped around it, while his body finally escaped.

"Haa ...

The pain and exhaustion of abandoning the golem was beyond his imagination. It was difficult for him to even stand, let alone fight.

That woman—

"General."

Something cold rested on his neck.

That is the sickle that can reap souls.

The owner of the sickle had put away the Dark Lamp and stood in front of him, looking down at him.

Charlotte's expression was very strange. She felt relieved at the victory, happy at defeating the Pantheon, scared by the battle just now, and hesitant about whether to cut off the man's head... All kinds of conflicting emotions mixed together and appeared on her face one by one.

Looking closely, there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"...What are you waiting for? Heretic?"

"wait?"

"Are you seriously thinking about how to torture me to death? Or are you up to some other trick? Why not just do it quickly?"

Although the old knight was exhausted, his eyes were still blazing, and even in defeat, he was full of unyielding dignity.

In response, Charlotte's mouth twitched and she took a step back, as if it was not St. Anthony who had failed but her.

"...You don't have to rush me. I...will send you to hell right now. You and the other high-ranking officials of the Pantheon will also be sent to hell. I made up my mind a long time ago!"

These words were spoken not so much to St. Anthony as to herself.

"Then do it!"

"..."

Charlotte swallowed, her eyes moving constantly. Although she was pretending to be calm, anyone could see her hesitation, wondering whether to kill or not.

"Don't think that I don't dare..."

As if she had finally made up her mind, she took a deep breath and waved the hand holding the sickle -

But before that,

"But—I won't let you have your wish! As a blessed knight, dying at the hands of a heretic would be the greatest insult!!!"

The old knight suddenly roared, and cracks appeared on his skin, radiating a dazzling silver light! His already weakened magic power regained its strength, and it was stronger than ever before!

Self-destruction! ?

Charlotte was startled and wanted to leave, but it was already—

"What are you daydreaming about!!!"

——Crack!!!!

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Author's Note: Well, well... in all 666 worlds, even excluding the two bugs of Ji Li and Ye, Spirit Star's overall combat power is definitely among the best. Maya's strongest fighter, the Great Sage Rainbow Witch, is roughly as powerful as Madam or Huang Huo. She'd be completely crushed if she faced Gustav back then. Same with the Dark Glory Lantern: once it's sacrificed, the sages have to flee...

Ye's starting point is high.

Chapter 75 Nellis's List

The blasphemous demon king is a cold man.

He looked to be in his thirties, was taciturn, and when he did speak it was in a businesslike tone. He always had a blank expression and his skin was always pale. Judging from his facial features alone, he could be described as an impeccably handsome man, but the cold, oppressive feeling he exuded made people afraid to look at him for too long.

Fear, fear, fear. Fear of being kidnapped, of being imprisoned, of not knowing what would happen to her. What would he do to her? Violate her? Stuff her into a collection? Eat her alive like a wild animal? Use her as a plaything for the undead to humiliate?

Before it becomes like that, should I end my life?

But the reality is - he is unexpectedly indifferent to himself.

Although she had been given the freedom to roam freely within the castle, he rarely visited her, and when he did, it was only for a routine checkup, for reasons unknown. He spent most of his time underground, conducting research she couldn't understand, emerging only two or three times a week, like a cave dweller afraid of light.

Unconsciously, her initial fear faded, and she regained hope, waiting for her father's army to rescue her, waiting for the prince, brave hero in the fairy tale to save her, waiting, waiting, waiting...

But one day passed, ten days passed, a month passed, half a year passed, and no one came.

Or rather, they came—but before they even got close to the castle, they were killed by the Demon King's familiars on the way.

Hope turned to despair again.

And doubts emerge from despair.

What is the meaning of the devil doing this?

Like a fairy tale villain, he captured the princess and took her to his lair.

He captured her, but did nothing but locked her up in the castle while he focused on his own affairs. Those horrible and disgusting undead creatures never touched her.

too weird.

What on earth was he going to do with her?

This question was answered as I approached my fifteenth birthday.

"It's time to use you, Charlotte Phoenix."

That day, he came to his room carrying a small suitcase filled with various reagents.

He took out a certain medicine and gave himself an injection without saying anything.

"This is……"

"A medicine that can increase the chance of conception by about 60%."

"Conceive!? What...what...are you going to do?"

"Artificial souls cannot exist independently. To do this, we need to prepare suitable offspring as containers. Please cooperate with them."

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"What are you daydreaming about!!!"

——Crack!!!!

“……………………Eh?”

The old knight stopped as if he had pressed pause.

The body no longer emits silver light.

He slowly lowered his head.

What he saw was a huge sword piercing from behind and coming out from his chest.

"You...you? There are...two...people?"

"Stop talking nonsense, old man! People who keep nagging even when they're about to die are the most fucking annoying!"

The greatsword shook, cutting his upper body in half horizontally. Until the end, the old knight maintained an expression of disbelief on his face.

Even though he's already a corpse.

Sedroon put the giant sword back into the magic circle, smoothed his hair with an unbearable look on his face, and glared at Charlotte.

"So, what were you daydreaming about just now? Why not just chop that guy's head off?"

"...I know this without you telling me," Charlotte turned her face away, her left hand grasping her right upper arm. "I just...don't want him to die so easily."

"Bullshit, are you scared?"

"..."

"As a necromancer, you're actually hesitant about killing? It's fine if you can't bring yourself to kill someone else, but this is your enemy, and he's from the Pantheon, a place you hate. How can you not have the heart to do this?"

"I have almost no experience in killing people, unlike you."

"Huh? If you're not experienced in killing, then I understand why you're hesitant... But a necromancer of this caliber must have at least tens of thousands of lives on his hands, right? If you haven't killed much, how did you reach this level?"

Charlotte's shoulders trembled.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "This power was not originally mine. Only the magic power is mine. All the knowledge was given to me by someone."