But the beautiful girl who just called herself Fox, appearing out of nowhere and then being easily killed by Hill, made him uneasy.
"Is the Brotherhood making any moves?"
Hill bit her lip, wincing in pain. She was a Dark Elf and knew many positions.
But she didn't understand why Karl would use her from behind, only attributing it to the diversity of preferences among different races.
Having never experienced it, it hurt a lot, but she quickly relaxed her muscles, trying her best to cooperate.
"After the death of Merlin Brotherhood, the Brotherhood Knights Templar retreated ten miles and set up camp. The city's hidden sentries have also decreased significantly. They have most likely given up on preventing us from rebuilding the city walls. They will launch a full assault on us three days later, after rejoining their main force."
"Although this gives us three days to rebuild the city walls, it's far too rushed."
"I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to construct a defense line strong enough to withstand their army."
Karl frowned, feeling Hill's muscles relax and cooperate with him, tightening and relaxing according to his movements, which elevated the experience to another level.
As expected of a Dark Elf, her control over minute muscle details was unmatched by other races.
"How many troops do we have?"
Sweat beaded on Hill's forehead. Her body was folded into this painful position. Karl looked like a handsome fourteen-year-old boy, but his size was extremely exaggerated.
She had to endure muscle tears while controlling her muscle changes.
Even she was rapidly running out of stamina.
Hill's expression remained serious. She knew that the key to defending San Marino City lay with Karl before her.
"The City Guards have sixty thousand troops, but their combat power is far inferior to the Brotherhood. Now that the city walls are destroyed, it will be difficult to win if we engage the Brotherhood head-on."
Karl's muscles tensed, then he shuddered and immediately felt Hill's muscles peristalsis, massaging him.
He was truly becoming somewhat obsessed with Dark Elves now.
No wonder this race had become synonymous with cunning and betrayal, yet there were still strong individuals willing to cooperate with them.
It was probably in this kind of absolute obedience that the illusion of being chosen and capable of controlling Dark Elves arose.
After Karl finished comfortably, he withdrew and placed it near Hill's mouth.
Hill didn't hesitate at all and opened her mouth.
Karl savored the soft, moist stickiness, meticulously cleaning every detail: "Since we cannot win through a legion battle, then there is only one option: defeat them before their army gathers."
He hooked the ring on the Dark Elf's chest with one hand. People are like that; if there's a loop, they always can't help but want to pull it.
"The Imperial Princess rebelled; did other places not receive the news?"
From Wind Chime City until now, half a month had passed. Such a scale of rebellion should have elicited a response from the Imperial administration.
But the reality was terrifyingly calm.
Hill had already cleaned up, gently spitting it out, then raised her head again. She was afraid that holding it longer would re-energize Karl.
Even she couldn't endure being tormented like this.
"The Empire is currently weak, and local nobles often disobey orders and engage in mutual conquest. Princess Aisha led the Royal Knights and the hero's squad to crusade against the Evil Dragon, intending to display royal authority."
"As a result, Aisha rebelled," Karl said with a nuanced expression. This matter was also related to him.
If he hadn't transmigrated and brought "the formless daughter," Aisha wouldn't have rebelled now.
Hill's beautiful eyes stared at Karl: "If we can defeat Aisha's Brotherhood, your subordinate can help you become the next Earl, a Royal-recognized City Lord of San Marino City."
Karl looked into her eyes; there was a light in them. It seemed this was her true objective.
He curved his lips, stroking the back of her head.
Then he pressed down hard.
Seventh-tier power fully unleashed.
Karl lifted his head, looking at her beautiful face twisted in extreme pain, and the long protrusion on her slender neck.
In the dim room, the female Dark Elf completed the examination of the corpse of the girl Fox. There was a fatal wound on her neck, and a large hole in the back of her head, with more than half of her brain missing.
She was clearly as dead as could be.
But Commander Hill ordered an inspection, so the female Dark Elf had no choice but to examine every part of her body, inside and out.
She quickly confirmed that the girl's life had completely vanished, and there was no strange power residue in her body.
After the female Dark Elf finished her inspection, she called two guards from outside the door, gestured for them to cremate the body, and then turned and left the room.
In the room, only two guards remained. One guard's gaze traveled from the girl's pretty face all the way down: "Although she's a Mixed-blood Species, she's really beautiful."
"Yes, she just got a little deformed," the other guard walked over, looking at the girl's slender arm, twisted and deformed from the fall.
The two exchanged glances.
The female Dark Elf walked outside the door, heard the two guards' voices inside, and knew what they intended to do, but merely pursed her lips. Dark Elves had no sense of respect for corpses.
"Is her finger moving?" the guard, halfway through taking off his armor, suddenly exclaimed.
"You're seeing things," the other guard replied dismissively. Before his words fell, both of them watched in horror as the girl before them slowly curved her lips into a smile.
"Hehe~" The girl suddenly let out a soft laugh, and as she laughed, blood flowed from her eyes and the corners of her mouth.
Her face was covered in blood, yet she smiled with exceptional charm, raising her twisted arm: "Do you like hands?~ I'll give it to you."
She tore off her arm and threw it towards the guard.
Chapter 71: One cannot, at least one should not
In the living quarters behind the church, this area had not yet been affected by the daytime battle.
Victoria took off her solemn bishop's robe and changed into a fitted black silk sheer long dress. Her voluptuous body sat on a leather armchair, the black silk dress gently clinging to her graceful figure.
Beneath the long dress were a pair of plump, long, snow-white legs, casually crossed, her jade feet as fair as exquisitely carved works of art.
The curves of a mature woman's jade feet always held more sensuality than a young girl's.
Chris sat opposite her, her temperament much more restrained and innocent compared to her mother.
If her mother was a vibrant red rose, she was a pure white rose.
Chris instinctively turned her head away, avoiding her mother's gaze.
Victoria watched her daughter's reaction, sighing softly. Many things didn't need to be spoken; just by looking at her daughter's expression, she could guess the general idea.
Her slender fingers traced her ample thigh: "The substance he applied inside my body to neutralize the symbiote's ability—was it Dragon Gold Liquid?"
Chris dared not look into her mother's eyes. In such a critical situation, she couldn't worry too much.
But applying dragon fluid into her mother's body was, after all, difficult to speak of.
"How did he manage to do it?" Victoria shifted her long, beautiful legs into a different position, her charming eyes looking at her daughter.
Chris clenched her fists, struggling internally.
"Time Stop"
Such an inconceivable ability was too shocking to reveal.
Karl's absolute power made her afraid to easily tell the truth; she feared involving her mother.
That Evil Dragon would not spare any female, especially a mature beauty like her mother.
Victoria had been watching Chris, seeing her hesitant expression, and sighed softly, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness and emotion: "Chris, you've grown up."
"Ah?" Chris was startled, looking at her mother's meaningful expression with confusion.
Victoria wore a wry smile: "The church rules that Holy Maidens must remain pure, but in fact, combining with a person is not a sin, after all, we are not gods."
"He should be the Child of that Evil Dragon Karl, using the Evil Dragon's name, I have no standing to say anything. But Child, the lifespan of a dragon and a human are not the same. Are you truly prepared?"
Evil Dragon Karl had been rampaging through the Empire for decades.
And Karl was just a Young Dragon.
But using the name Evil Dragon Karl, it could only be the Child of that Evil Dragon.
She looked at her daughter, her feelings complex, dating an underage Young Dragon, and playing quite wild.
"?" Chris's mouth hung open. She now understood her mother's meaning. She had been forced by Karl; there was no love between them.
At most, their relationship had changed from hatred to temporarily cooperating teammates.
She wanted to explain, but looking at her mother's expression, she suddenly realized that it was impossible to explain.
Because of this relationship, her mother didn't even intend to continue asking about the dragon's essence.
"I want to meet him," Victoria crossed her two full, long legs: "As your mother."
...In the City Lord's Mansion, in a dark room, human tissue remains were scattered everywhere on the floor and walls.
From a half-head, it was roughly discernible that these body parts once belonged to two adult males.
Misir stood in a corner of the room, wearing a black fitted dress, her face extremely grim, her brows tightly furrowed, her eyes cold and elegant. She asked the female Dark Elf beside her: "What happened?"
The female Dark Elf was clearly terrified, her voice trembling with a hint of a sob, "The body sent by Commander Hill… that body tortured them to death!"
"A corpse killing people?" Misir frowned. There was magic to control corpses, but the caster couldn't be too far away. She turned and ordered the guards behind her: "Increase patrols and find the caster."
"Yes!" Several black figures behind her instantly vanished.
After Misir gave her orders, she hurried back to her bedroom in the mansion, clicking her high heels.
Wearing transparent black stockings and high heels was Karl's command.
It was very strange.
But after Misir got used to wearing them, she didn't reject it. She admitted that Karl's design had a great sense of beauty.
After she pushed open the door, she saw Hill cleaning her body.
Misir was a Dark Elf, so she naturally wouldn't go to a public bathhouse. Instead, she had a bathroom designed next to her room, accessible directly from the room.
She saw Hill wiping her body, her brown skin gleaming with a healthy luster under the light.
But at this moment, there were several conspicuous scars on her smooth skin.
And the ring on her chest, piercing through Hill's flesh, hung there.
Misir's mood at this time was no different from seeing her wife sacrifice herself to her superior for her career, and then also being given a ring on her body.
She took a few deep breaths before calming down: "Hill, the corpse named Fox came back to life and has left the room."
Hill stopped her movements, water droplets still clinging to her athletic skin.
She turned around, the ring swaying on her chest, but her face showed no surprise: "It's fine. If she had truly died like that, that would have been the unexpected part."
As she spoke, her voice was somewhat hoarse.
Misir's brows furrowed together as she walked over: "What's wrong with your throat?"
"It's nothing, just a slight injury." Hill's fingers traced her slender neck.
Misir embraced her, feeling the scars on her partner's body, her heart bleeding. She kissed Hill's neck, moving down from her brown skin.
Kissing over her abs, then further down.
"Wait…" Hill's eyes flashed with embarrassment: "I haven't cleaned yet."
"It's alright." Misir's beautiful eyes looked at her: "I will help you wash away his scent."
She stuck out her tongue, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. How could there be so much?
Karl didn't know that his hundreds of millions of offspring were being devoured.
He stood by the tall window of the City Lord's Mansion, gazing at San Marino City spread out below. The dilapidated city walls were being rebuilt very slowly, far from keeping pace with the impending attack by Aisha's Knights Templar.
Three days later, with the main force of the Brotherhood attacking, San Marino City's defenses would be utterly vulnerable against such an assault.
Karl, however, could not escape. With "the formless daughter"'s infection ability,
given some time, she would become a true Evil God, corrupting all living beings.
Karl was immersed in his thoughts when he suddenly smelled a scent of blood.
Behind him, a slender figure climbed onto the windowsill. It was Fox. She had lost an arm and a leg, a large hole in the back of her head, and was covered in blood.
She twisted into the room in an extremely contorted posture, a sinister and mysterious smile on her face.
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