Chapter 81

After that, the succubus protagonist's days became increasingly difficult.

Three times was the limit. After being betrayed by Delmonte three times in a row, the succubus protagonist felt she had every reason to cut off that guy's head and kick it around for fun.

But surprisingly, Delmonte disappeared. Delmonte's grocery store closed down, and all the various goods in the shop, along with the jackal-headed man, vanished without a trace.

"What a bastard, he ran away so quickly." Unable to find her target, the succubus protagonist had no choice but to leave. As she left, she was secretly on high alert—this time, things had really gotten out of hand.

Although Delmonte was just an unremarkable Yggdrasill merchant, he had the backing of a vast, multiverse-spanning organization, the Yggdrasill Merchant Guild. The resources and manpower he could mobilize were enormous. The succubus protagonist even suspected that if this guy wanted to, he could summon a large number of mercenaries to wipe out the entire Narathel. The Demon Hand Guild, the Vampire Federation—before the overwhelming Yggdrasill mercenary army, they were all just trash.

So, one must be cautious, very cautious—damn it.

As the succubus protagonist, disheartened, was about to leave with the young angel hidden in her cloak, from all directions—front, back, left, right, up, down, east, west, north, and south—large numbers of demons, Yggdrasill demons, infernal beings, half-infernal beings, tieflings, humans, elves, dark elves, dwarves, and others, all holding various weapons, surrounded her with ill intent.

"This scene feels familiar," the succubus protagonist thought for a moment.

"Oh, right." Realizing something, she exclaimed, "I remember, there is indeed something called 'cannon fodder' in this world. No matter how many there are, they will definitely be instantly killed by the protagonist. That's you guys, right?"

"Insulting us?!" True to the nature of cannon fodder, after hearing the succubus protagonist's words, they got angry.

Thus, a new round of slaughter began—slash, slash, slash, magic, magic, magic, claws, claws, claws, corpses, corpses, corpses... as usual, as usual...

The succubus protagonist felt weary.

"Damn it! How long are you going to keep fighting?!" After desperately throwing a minotaur, at least 500 pounds, into the air, the succubus protagonist finally couldn't take it anymore and roared in anger:

"You know you can't beat me, right?!"

As she said this, she pierced the heart of a berserker demon.

"Facing me means certain death!"

Her adamantine claws tore through a human's head.

"Even so, why do you keep trying to stop me?!"

A kick to the neck broke an elven assassin's neck.

"So, I hate you guys who keep纠缠不清的纠缠不清!!!" (Note: This phrase is difficult to translate directly, but it means something like "I hate you guys who keep pestering me!!!" in this context.)

A sonic spear shot out from the shattered magic vase, piercing the brains of a dozen attackers from all directions, turning them into deaf, brain-damaged fools.

"I've had enough! I'm not playing anymore!"

Taking advantage of the moment, the succubus protagonist spread her wings and flew into the air. She then used her sword and claws to tear a froghemoth to pieces and broke through the encirclement.

"Escaped?"

"Escaped."

"Escaped, escaped..."

Seeing the succubus protagonist escape, the cannon fodder group was stunned for a few seconds, seemingly at a loss. But then, as a babau stepped on a berserker demon's toe and was smashed to pieces, a new round of chaos erupted. As usual, as always—just like the countless times the succubus protagonist had seen before. Meaningless, utterly meaningless chaos.

She had had enough of all this. She was tired of dirty enemies, endless slaughter, and everything related to fighting. All she wanted now was to return to her cozy little nest as soon as possible, to be with the young angel, to hold that cute girl and do nothing, think nothing, and just live like that forever.

"Indeed..."

In a secret base somewhere in Narathel, a black-cloaked, earless knife wielder and Delmonte were huddled in front of a crystal ball, watching the face of the succubus protagonist.

"Indeed what?" Delmonte's face was a bit red: "Indeed these fools can't beat her? I told you that before, but you insisted—"

"—No, no, no." The earless knife wielder shook his finger: "I know these cannon fodders have a combat strength of only five. What I mean is, my guess about the executioner's mental state has been confirmed."

"Oh..." Delmonte had a "so what," "say whatever you want," "acting like you know a lot, why don't you become a mage?" look on his face. But the earless knife wielder ignored all of it:

"Indeed, this guy has become dull because of that little angel. Here," the earless knife wielder tapped his temple, "his mind is messed up."

"Messed up?"

"Yes, messed up." The earless knife wielder nodded: "He no longer likes killing, no longer likes intense battles. He's tired of his current life. His heart has become weak."

"Isn't that good? It makes him easier to kill," Delmonte said.

"Yes... that's true. But killing such a thing wouldn't give me any sense of achievement," the earless knife wielder said: "So I need to stimulate this guy."

"I know." Delmonte said: "Capture that little angel as a hostage, then challenge him. He will definitely fight you to the death." Delmonte looked very confident.

"Do we have a grudge?" the earless knife wielder asked.

"Eh, why do you ask that?" Delmonte asked, puzzled.

"—Because if that happens, his combat strength won't just return to normal, it will go berserk! Do you have a grudge against me to do this to me?! The meaning of a fair duel is that both sides are at 100% strength. I'm 100% against a 150%—that's not fair, damn it—tell me, are you planning to fill the duel site with alchemical explosives and blow us both up?"

"Ahahaha... no, really not."

"If it's really not, look me in the eye and say it!"

And so, the earless knife wielder beat the unscrupulous merchant severely. Then he monopolized the crystal ball and continued to watch.

At this moment, after dodging a group of cops shouting, "No flying in the skies of Narathel!" the succubus protagonist returned to the ruins of her inn.

"That idiot..." The earless knife wielder clearly saw the succubus protagonist's eyes turn red.

"Damn it, who, who—what bastard?!"

The succubus protagonist tried to calm herself, but she couldn't—how could she calm down in such a situation, damn it! The angel was gone, her sister was gone. Her Lilith was gone. Ah, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone. In this case, shouldn't she drag the entire Narathel down with her? No, that's not right, she should destroy the entire world, continuing to live had no meaning. Ah, ahahaha...

"No, calm down, calm down. Maybe things aren't that bad yet, yes, there's still a chance, still—"

She searched desperately, desperately. She tore through the rubble with her sword and claws, and after a while, she pulled out a half-dead demon waiter.

"Where did the one who did this go—no, wait, where's the young angel in my room?! Where's my Lilith?!"

The succubus protagonist shook the half-dead man violently. Only when he weakly pointed in a direction did she throw him to the ground and run in that direction—

She sensed it, yes, she sensed it. It was the special fragrance she had applied to the young angel during every bath, a scent that was unique and long-lasting. The purpose was to easily locate her.

Speed up, speed up. The succubus protagonist activated all the magical equipment on her body that could increase her speed. Like an arrow from a bow, she raced towards the direction of the young angel.

Closer, closer—then she saw her opponent, a being with fiery red skin, goat hooves, and yellow eyes—a devil, an assassin demon, a special agent from the Nine Hells of Baator—on his back was a large bag, which was moving and making muffled sounds. No doubt, the one who had kidnapped the young angel was this guy!

The succubus protagonist didn't shout, "Stop, don't run" or any such nonsense. She just pursued him. When the assassin demon realized the succubus protagonist was chasing him, he panicked and also sped up.

But in the end, he was caught by the succubus protagonist and cornered in a small alley.

"Run, keep running. I'll let you run 300 meters as a warm-up."

The succubus protagonist, grinning viciously, approached him step by step.

"You, you don't come any closer—right, I have an angel hostage!" The guy quickly opened the bag and grabbed the young angel's neck, shouting at the succubus protagonist: "If you move, I'll kill her!"

The succubus protagonist, as if she hadn't heard him, continued to grin viciously and moved forward.

"Don't—don't you want to save her? How about a deal, if you let me go—"

The succubus protagonist still seemed not to hear, continuing to move forward, forward...

"Don't come closer, don't come closer—ahhhhhhh—"

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