Chapter 136 : Hold On to Me
Chapter 136: Hold On to Me
Dark Moon Canyon.
In the center of the basin, the corpse giant stood as tall as six or seven stories.
This thing could no longer be described as merely ugly.
Countless severed limbs were glued together like paste.
The twisted surface of its skin was covered in a layer of viscous, faintly fluorescent purple-black fluid.
With every wriggle, dark red flesh buds probed frantically into the air.
The most disgusting part was the massive mouth growing from its chest.
The sound of Beastman Guard bones cracking between its teeth echoed through the enclosed canyon—an absolute top-tier form of mental pollution.
Lilia felt the blueberry mousse in her stomach starting a full-scale rebellion.
Help.
Master.
Dear Queen Hera.
If you don’t make a move soon, your only gold-medal bath scrubber is going to become an accessory hanging off this pile of excrement!
The ring on the ring finger of Lilia’s left hand burned hot.
That was Hera’s consciousness observing from within the shadows.
Hera didn’t act immediately.
She even carried a hint of lazy amusement, as if watching a show. Through the emotions transmitted by the ring, it seemed she was saying: hold on a little longer—let this queen see where your limits lie.
My damn limits are already written all over my face!
Lilia roared internally.
Beside her, Camilla spoke first.
“Tsk tsk.”
The Succubus Duke’s voice carried thick disdain.
Her slender fingers lightly fanned in front of her nose and mouth, as if the stench of corpses in the air had dirtied her lungs.
“The aesthetic sense of this Immortality Society is as underworld as ever.”
Camilla glanced sideways at Lilia.
“What’s wrong, little cutie? Did that punch just now shatter your courage too?”
Lilia rolled her eyes.
“Big sis, if you’ve got time to be sarcastic here, why not take a look at how big that thing’s palm is?”
The massive corpse hand slammed into the ground.
Boom!
A ring of dark red magical ripples spread outward.
Rubble flew everywhere.
Lilia rolled to the side, barely avoiding a boulder the size of a washbasin.
“This thing is getting stronger.”
Camilla’s flirtatious smile faded.
A rare trace of seriousness flashed in her purple eyes.
“Those priests are stacking their lives.”
“Every minute, that monster’s aura climbs another level.”
“Can you handle it?”
Lilia tightened her grip on the dagger, her gaze locked onto the shadow that was still slowly growing taller.
With Hera as a safety net, she wasn’t truly worried.
But since Camilla was here, she couldn’t just let her watch the show for free.
“I can handle it.”
Camilla licked her lips, the tips of her crimson nails glowing with an eerie shimmer.
“But it’ll take some effort.”
“You know, what I’m best at is illusions and training. I hate dealing with these pure brute-force bio-engineered monstrosities.”
As she spoke, she casually waved her hand.
A pink magical barrier blocked the incoming poisonous mist.
Sizzle—
The mist collided with the barrier, producing a sharp, teeth-aching sound.
“Then hurry it up!”
Lilia shouted.
“At this rate, the sky’s going to fall!”
Camilla suddenly turned her head, a malicious curve forming at the corner of her lips.
“I can go head-on and hold down this pile of rotten flesh, tie up all those flailing tentacles.”
“But, Lilia.”
“Lady Lilia.”
She deliberately emphasized the title, her gaze filled with teasing provocation.
“You were so fierce just now—shattering the altar with one punch.”
“You can’t just stand there and watch the cleanup, can you?”
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat.
She was far too familiar with this kind of “send-you-to-your-death” prelude.
Camilla pointed beneath the giant’s crotch… no, rather, to the massive black pit revealed after the giant stood up—the very center of the altar.
That was the core of the entire formation.
Countless purple, vein-like conduits extended from the pit, frantically pumping evil magic into the giant.
“See that core?”
Camilla lowered her voice.
“As long as the core exists, this thing is immortal.”
“Even if I tear it into a hundred pieces, it’ll stick itself back together in a second.”
“So, division of labor.”
Camilla suddenly stepped forward.
Her already explosive figure erupted with astonishing pressure at that moment.
“I’ll go head-on against this big lump, draw all its attention and hatred.”
“You, dive into that pit.”
“Destroy that damn core.”
Lilia stared at her in disbelief.
“You want me to jump into that pit that’s constantly spewing toxic liquid?”
“What if it closes up? Won’t I just become the core’s snack?”
Lilia’s complaining instincts flared.
“And are you sure you can hold it off?”
Camilla snorted.
“Don’t question the value of a Demon General, little cutie.”
“As long as I don’t die, it won’t even spare you a glance.”
“Do you dare take it?”
“If you’re scared, kneel and beg me. Maybe I’ll take care of the core for you too.”
Such an obvious provocation.
Lilia knew it was a trap.
But—
【Ding! Side Mission: Destroy the “Old God” embryo core.】
【Mission Description: Under Camilla’s cover, infiltrate deep into enemy territory and complete a righteous demolition.】
【Mission Reward: Free Attribute Point ×1, Mysterious Skill ×1.】
【Failure Penalty: Due to the host being too cowardly, you will be mocked by Camilla for the rest of your life.】
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What was Master thinking?
She was tempering her.
If Hera made a move, this ruin would turn to dust in a second.
But she didn’t.
She was waiting for Lilia to make her own choice.
“Fine!”
Lilia said.
“You hold it off. Three minutes—I should be able to finish it.”
Camilla burst into laughter.
That was the wild, unrestrained laughter unique to a succubus.
“Three minutes?”
“You’re seriously underestimating my stamina!”
The moment her words fell—
Camilla moved.
The black wings on her back spread wide.
Pink magic instantly swept across the entire canyon.
The previously fanatical believers suddenly began harming themselves.
“Big guy, look over here!”
A long whip formed from dark purple lightning appeared in Camilla’s hand.
Crack!
The whip snapped through the air like thunder.
The giant’s chest-mouth let out a painful roar.
Its countless tentacles went mad, grabbing toward Camilla in the air.
Camilla weaved through them with agility, like a butterfly dancing in a storm.
Now!
Lilia’s eyes sharpened.
Her body instantly pulled out a series of blurred afterimages.
Her high heels struck against the scattered rocks.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
Those mutated laborers tried to stop her.
Lilia didn’t even spare them a glance.
“Out of my way!”
The dagger in her hand turned into two streaks of black lightning.
Crack.
The head of an aberrant Beastman blocking her path shot into the air.
Using that momentum, Lilia leaped into the air.
Her pupils contracted, locking onto the deep, purple-glowing pit.
The core.
It was right below!
Just as Lilia was about to jump into the pit—
The giant, which had been frantically attacking Camilla, suddenly stiffened in a strange manner.
From the massive mouth on its chest, the Red-Robed Deacon’s crazed, hoarse laughter emerged.
“You’ve been fooled…”
Inside the pit, the previously stable flow of magic suddenly went berserk.
A surge of black liquid erupted like a fountain.
Lilia was mid-air—there was no way to dodge.
The shadow behind her suddenly fluctuated violently.
“Lilia.”
Hera’s voice carried a bone-chilling coldness as it exploded directly in her mind.
“Close your eyes.”
“Hold on to me.”
Hearing her master’s voice, Lilia hurriedly shut her eyes.
……
The sensation of weightlessness came and went just as quickly.
The chaotic roars, explosions, and Camilla’s manic laughter all disappeared.
The world became eerily silent.
“We’re here.”
In her mind, Hera’s voice sounded slightly lazy, as if she had just finished watching a fairly entertaining circus performance.
“The rest is up to you.”
With that, the overwhelming sense of being possessed by a higher power instantly faded.
Lilia pouted.
She opened her eyes.
Before her stretched a bizarre, purple-red space.