booktalesy Chapter 2412 - 1070: The Queen of the Succubi Descends (Part 2)
Chapter 2412 - 1070: The Queen of the Succubi Descends (Part 2)
Wearing golden rings on his hands and feet, holding a giant battle axe in his hand.He is the King of the Minotaurs, Baphoment, also known as Baphomet or Bafengte, revered as the Beast Prince or the Minotaur Demon Lord, with most minotaurs regarding him as the God of the Race.
He harbors an ancient, unchanging hatred with the King of the Jackalweres, even to the point where both have forgotten the origin of this enmity, leaving only endless loathing between them.
Whenever there is a plan to disrupt the King of the Jackalweres, a plan that can strike a blow against him, he is eager and active to be part of it.
Because he is also the Controller of the Power of Revenge, he reveres the beastly barbaric revenge.
This time was no exception, and he deployed his true form directly.
Upon appearing, without saying a word, he let out a bellowing roar and charged at the King of the Jackalweres, hooves pounding.
"Stop him!" The true form of the King of the Jackalweres commanded to his two Divine Nature Incarnations.
Not because he feared him, but he was all too familiar with the other’s personality and means.
This guy is a raging bull, stubborn as hell.
Every time they clashed, once he got entangled by him, there was no letting go.
What the King of the Jackalweres dreaded most, was his iconic Divine Power—the Revenge Maze Technique.
This ability did not have the power to kill him, but could trap him for a period of time.
In the memory of the King of the Jackalweres, every time he fell for it, the consequences were disastrous.
Either the enemies would make a comeback, and when he freed himself from the Revenge Maze, the enemy had turned a comprehensive disadvantage into a complete advantage, even completing a counterattack.
Or the enemy had already set up an even more perfect trap waiting for him, launching a vicious hunt against him.
Now was such a critical juncture, if he was dragged into the Revenge Maze by Baphoment.
By the time he got out, let alone whether the Ghoul King would remain loyal to him, even whether his Demon Territory would still be his, would be an issue.
"You are mine!"
A voice filled with infinite allure forced everyone present to involuntarily shift their gaze towards it, unable to tear their eyes away.
Her posture was as light as an Elf, and her enchanting eyes seemed to contain unfathomable wisdom and mystery, flashing with an ungraspable radiance.
Her eyebrows, like the Far Mountain glistening with emerald, were long and slanting, adding to her eyes a certain majesty and sharpness, like the brightest stars in the night sky, guiding the lost forward.
Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, each strand seemingly infused with moonlight, delicate and soft, with a lustrous flow.
As the breeze swept by, the tips of her hair gently brushed against her shoulder, like the softest of whispers in the night sky, telling secrets untold.
Her silk gown wrapped tightly around her body, accentuating her astonishing curves.
With each elegant move, the patterns on her gown seemed to rise and fall with her rhythm, vivid and mysterious, her snow-white skin fading in and out, as if one could glimpse her most mysterious parts, focusing hard yet seeing nothing.
It’s like a cat scratching incessantly in one’s heart, leaving one itchy and uneasy.
The studded belt around her waist was the perfect finishing touch, revealing a presence that couldn’t be overlooked.
Her broad leather wings spread out like the most exquisite artwork, exuding a subtle grace.
When she lightly flapped her wings, it seemed to create a slight nimble ripple in the air, stirring like a ripple in the hearts of people.
The Fine Gold Chain Whip in her hand twirled nonchalantly, each swing accompanied by bursts of sparks, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, dazzling and dangerous.
Her gaze was concentrated and bewitching, as if she could see through one’s heart, filled with a desire and exploration of the unknown.
Meeting her eyes, one would unknowingly find themselves lost in it, forgetting their identity, their origins, wanting only to surrender to this endless beauty, willing to pay any price to guard her, to fight for her.
In sacredness, there was endless temptation.
In temptation, there was unviolatable sanctity.
She is the Queen of the Succubi, known throughout the entire Multiverse for her enchanting beauty.
Her beauty was enough to match her reputation, giving people a feeling that it should be this way, and the external praise passed down couldn’t completely describe her indescribable Charisma.
Even as her enemy, the King of the Jackalweres couldn’t defame her in this regard.
At this moment, she was standing on one of the King of the Jackalweres’ Divine Nature Incarnations.
Forming a stark contrast between beauty and beast, it further highlighted the tender weakness and beauty of the Queen of the Succubi, making the Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres appear more ferocious.
However, this Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres did not obey his true form’s command but, under the direction of the Queen of the Succubi, attacked another Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres directly.
Without a doubt, this Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres had succumbed to the Queen of the Succubi’s iconic ability—Charming Gaze.
When beauty reaches a certain extent, it becomes a weapon to control others.
Succubi are the best among them, born to charm others, often requiring only a glance to captivate.
It is said that the Charming Technique was developed based on this innate ability of theirs.
The Queen of the Succubi, Micanthix, was one of the topmost existences, with countless Demon Lords, including the renowned Abyssal King Dimogorgen, kneeling beneath her pomegranate skirt, let alone a Divine Nature Incarnation of the King of the Jackalweres.