Final Boss Chapter 115

In the depths of Earl Harrison's palace, Undead Shaman Hal was finally stabbed to death by Clyde on the Earl's throne, ending his evil delusions. With Hal's fall, those over 50,000 undeads occupying Atad were left without a leader. In addition, since they were besieged by demonic armies of three parties, they had no way to run away.

The scope of this Undead calamity had been limited to Atad from beginning to end. It didn't pose any substantial threat to most human nations in the interior region of Ximengsi Continent. Although Adelaide Kingdom suffered relatively large effects, it was just a kingdom, practically negligible. Naturally, this was not the end of the battle. That dragon giant created by Hal had had the support of a certain Ancient Demon King's soul. If that Ancient Demon King wasn't taken care of, then the Undead calamity couldn't be counted as resolved.

The Undead army occupying Atad was led away by Demon Realm's emissary. Demon and Ghost Realms each took what they needed, dividing and dismantling the main force. The division of the Undead went smoothly without a fight. It could be said that it was a perfect result.

Clyde entered the mysterious bas.e.m.e.nt. It had been several days since he had last entered this place, but it hadn't changed much. It still had a gloomy and damp atmosphere. Even though Hal had lost his humanity, he seemed to have not forgotten some of his previous wicked tastes. In just a few days, the mysterious wicked bas.e.m.e.nt that Clyde had originally  emptied had been filled with collectibles and riches. Clyde had a bit of regret. If he had known this earlier, he would have taken a few more days. At that time, when reeling in the net, he might have gotten even more.

In the gloomy and damp mysterious bas.e.m.e.nt, there were many imprisoned white lambs without a thread of cloth on them. These preys were those aristocratic families' golden misses who hadn't had enough time to run during the outbreak. Their numbers were quite considerable. After all, luxury items like teleportation magic scrolls, even among aristocrats, only upper-cla.s.s high-ranking aristocrats could afford their price. Mid-to-low-range aristocrats had no way to obtain them Thus, when the Undead calamity had broken out, they could only resign themselves to their fates.

The ladies' torn clothes littered the ground. Outerwear, undergarments, silk stockings: there was everything one could imagine. The methods of imprisonment employed even more wicked than the last time. The stark-naked prey were locked up in special bone cages made up of human bones. Staying in this kind of terrifying cage, anyone normal would be badly scared, much less these originally pampered misses.

The white lambs imprisoned in the bone cages were forced to stand in "

" standing postures. Their spotless white legs were parted to two sides, and their ankles and wrists were firmly grasped by bone claws extending from the cage. They were unable to move at all. In addition, white bone collars were fastened around their necks, and leg bones blocked their mouths. One might even mistake it for them biting the bones.

In each bone cage, a skeleton standing behind these white lambs trained them, using its claws to ** those well-developed bosoms or the elastic and pert white behinds. Because of black blindfolds on their faces, wthese white lambs' expressions couldn't be seen. However, from their s.h.i.+vering figures, water stains flowing down their white legs, strange puddles on the ground, and the special smell in the air, Clyde could already guess the state of these prey.

Fortunately, the skeletons lacked brains for wisdom, didn't have the tools for committing crimes, or the dexterity to use their fingers. Otherwise, these prey might have already been played with to ruin. Nevertheless, this simple and crude method of grabbing and kneading also almost made these prey collapse. Being imprisoned in a gloomy wicked bas.e.m.e.nt and allowing skeletons to toy with them, it would take a long time to get rid of this psychological shadow.

Clyde felt that it would have been better if these skeletons lacking certain capabilities had been replaced by capable goblins or slimes. Hal had imprisoned these preys as sacrifices. Clyde could see slave imprints on their pert white b.u.t.ts. These white lambs had been almost completely enslaved in just a few days. Only putting on the R rings in those enchanting red cherries was left.

Clyde was in no hurry to save them. He pa.s.sed by those bone cages. In the innermost area of the mysterious bas.e.m.e.nt, he found a newly drawn summoning magic array. The arrangement and runes were especially used to summon Demon Kings. At the center of the magic array, a dusky and blurred figure lay on the ground. It seemed to have suffered serious injuries. This should be the Ancient Demon King's soul that was secretly supporting Hal. After the dragon giant it possessed had been defeated, it appeared to have also received damage despite its intangibility.

This evil magic array was an ultrlarge twelve-edged star, i.e. an array made by overlapping two six-edged star magic arrays. At the twelve corners were beautiful sacrifices shackled with both hands bound behind them while kneeling and tied by rope. On each of their thighs was a strange skull with a pair of demonic horns and a gaping mouth. It seemed to be absorbing something. It looked like it had opened its mouth to breath, not much different from a living person.

The imprisoned sacrificial offerings' had deathly pale complexions. Their faces and entire bodies were covered in translucent sweat as if they were performing strenuous exercise. The preys' little mouths were held open by hoops. Even their pink fragrant tongues were fixed outside with special wicked items. When saliva dropped and fell on the skulls on their legs, they slightly trembled. Under those black blindfolds, there were dried-up tears.

Strange black energy shrouded these sacrificial offerings. Clyde could vaguely see black energy claws pressing the plump ** of those sacrificial offerings, making all kinds of alluring forms. Even when they were scared, these sacrificial offerings' bodies also gave particular responses due to their bodily instincts, an automatic reaction difficult to control. Under the control of the demonic creatures, they continuously reached their peaks. Their legs were already completely wet, and it was already easy to distinguish what those strange water stains were.

The Ancient Demon King's demonic soul was using the magic array to absorb the life energy of these sacrificial offerings to heal its injuries. Usually, young girls were needed because the yin attribute complemented darkness. Virgins who hadn't experienced s.e.xual affairs were the best candidates. If men were used as sacrifices, then an extra step for yin-yang conversion would be needed. Thus, many demonic creatures directly used women to save themselves the ha.s.sle.

After the Ancient Demon King's demonic soul activated the evil magic array, black energy tentacles protruded from the ground in front of each sacrifice and accurately plunged into their mouths. Afterward, those tentacles drew in energy. These sacrificial offerings violently trembled as if they were being electrocuted, and they rapidly lost a large amount of vitality.

"Okay, stop here, Hal has already been defeated."

"Hal, that good-for-nothing, I gave him ancient demonic dragon Megas's skull and a t.i.tan Giant's skeleton, but he only made a c.r.a.ppy toy and was destroyed so quickly. How about this? If you cooperate with me, I believe we…"

"You are a defeated opponent, and you also use such evil magic. I am fine with cooperating with Andrisno; she is much better than you."

"Andrisno's that Lolita figure cannot compare with me. If it were not for… In any case, I am just in a spiritual state. You cannot stop… Wait, how can this be… Don't come here! Impossible…"

The Ancient Demon King's demonic soul believed that since it was in a spiritual state, unless it possessed something, Clyde would be helpless against it. Who would have thought that Clyde would take out a golden cross that he had frivolously borrowed from Valkyrie Cynthia. The voice of the Ancient Demon King's soul was filled with incomparable fear. In this state, she couldn't resist the sacred item of a Valkyrie. She would be annihilated if she came into contact with it.

"Farewell, Ancient Demon King. Later…"

"Don't kill me! Aren't you cooperating with Andrisno? Whatever reward she gave you, I will give you double… No, triple! Whatever price you want, I will pay you."

The Ancient Demon King's demonic soul was so frightened that she didn't dare to act rashly. In order to show her sincerity, she terminated the evil magic array, letting those sacrificial offerings escape death by a hair's breadth. At this moment, although the appearance of the demonic soul couldn't be seen, the voice revealed that it should be a female demon king. Generally, demon kings didn't have the wicked interest to pretend to be of the opposite gender.

"Are you a girl?"

"This… Do you still need to ask? No… Sorry, don't be annoyed. It's better to use words. Please put down that cross, all right?"

"I can do that, but it would be comparatively better to hand you over to Andrisno to deal with. Enter here by yourself."

After hesitating for a bit, that Ancient Demon King's demonic soul changed into mist and entered a special gla.s.s bottle Clyde had taken out. Her gaseous form was sealed inside the bottle, sealing her. Now, the Undead calamity of Atad could be counted as satisfactorily resolved. The next step was to play out this drama in accordance with the prior arrangements and wind up a play to fool the world.