Summoning the Holy Sword

“Hahaha…”

 The young lady’s minty scent exuded, merging with the dampness in the room. She revealed a crazy smile while sitting on Rhode and touching his chest softly. She squinted and a glint of danger flashed in her eyes. Not only that, but she also slowly ground her smooth, round rear against his lower body. Perhaps one would view this as a sexual scene, but it was an entirely different matter to Rhode.

It wasn’t comfortable at all being bound by the steel chains. Besides, although the young lady showed her entirety, it made him uncomfortable instead. Even though her beautiful face plastered with a crazy smile and a youthful body was somewhat alluring, the steel chains that punctured her shoulders were bewildering.

 He wasn’t too mindful when she was clothed, but after looking at the pitch-black steel chains penetrating through her dewy skin and into her flesh, the ghastly wounds were too jarring. Not only that, but he also saw her bones through the two ‘bloody holes’…

 Besides, it seemed like Shira didn’t feel any pain at all. Every time the steel chains swayed, she merely trembled a little and this was entirely instinctive and had nothing to do with her overcoming the pain.

 However, Shira seemed to enjoy the pain. At this moment, she narrowed her eyes and licked her lips as though indulging in his body. She positioned her left hand between his legs and grabbed his rock-hard ‘holy sword’.

 “Hahaha… I hope you can satisfy me, Master… I really do hope so…”

 Shira lowered her voice as though a lover confessing her love to her partner. But at this moment, she slid her right hand up his chest and stopped at his neck. Although her touches were soft and cold, Rhode was sure that his neck would break if she used just a little more force.

 “… No… It’s so painful… so painful…”

 Shira kicked her legs and struggled instinctively to flee from the torment. But whenever she lifted her waist, Rhode would mercilessly hold her down. At this moment, she seemed to have reached her limit. Although her voice turned faint, Rhode took it up a notch.

 Will she be fine?

 Rhode asked inwardly at the sight of her half dead manner. In fact, this was the first time that he treated a female so roughly without foreplay. If she were an ordinary human, perhaps she would be dead by now. However, it seemed like she was reaching her limits too.

 “Hmm…”

 Rhode became more intense with his thrusts. He groaned, held onto her waist, and thrust up his lower body. Then, the accumulated passion in him finally erupted.

 “Ahhh!”

 However, what surprised him was that Shira let out an unprecedented scream. Then, she held her stomach with both hands, tumbled to the ground on her side, and curled up entirely. Her petite body shuddered and a blush smeared across her pale complexion. She grit her teeth and her clear pupils turned disorganized and blurred as though she was on the verge of dying.

 “She’s…”

 “Haa… Master, don’t worry. Big Sister Shira is fine…”

 Celestina said as the steel chains loosened their grip on her as their master shuddered in agony. At this moment, the pitiful demon young lady who was as though a shivering animal in the cage before finally let out a sigh of relief.

 “She basically can’t be considered as a physical being. Instead…”

 “Undead Puppet.”

 Rhode continued Celestina’s line. She gazed at him in astonishment and nodded firmly.

 Rhode truly felt that the races within the holy sword card deck were getting increasingly ridiculous. Back then, the Law Dragon created its first ideal batch of direct subordinates—the White Elves. On the other hand, the Dark Dragon also created its first batch of direct subordinates—the Undead Puppets. The Undead Puppets were created from the power of death and darkness. However, their fate was much more tragic than the White Elves. The White Elves were physical beings capable of reproducing offsprings, but the Undead Creatures couldn’t. Therefore, beings like the Undead Puppets were unique on their own, where Rhode didn’t have too many opportunities to understand them, even compared to the Carlesdine. He heard about the Undead Puppets after he defeated the Dark Dragon and found information about them in the Country of Darkness’s palace. In Rhode’s guild, there were also several players who were interested in researching the game’s history. Moreover, he was also the walking library, so he naturally knew something about them.

 Rhode didn’t give too much thought to it initially. However, while he was having intimate interactions with Shira, he was slowly uncovering her true identity. Judging from her ice-cold body, he knew that she definitely wasn’t alive. But her physical touches also meant that she wasn’t a spiritual being. The lack of vampire fangs in her mouth eliminated the possibility of her being a vampire, which left the probability of her being a Necromancer, Lich, or Skeleton. The Wyverns were all physical beings and even a sacrificial offering like Sara also had body temperatures after their ‘activation’. This way, Rhode could only link Shira with the Undead Creatures. However, she was able to preserve her body from being corroded by the powers of the undead, which meant that there was only one possibility left—the most perfect existence created by the Dark Dragon: an Undead Puppet.

 But if this was the case…

 Come to think of it, the group of young ladies in the holy sword card deck had different races and actually called one another sisters… Just how did they exist back then?

 “But what has this got to do with her current situation?”

 Rhode gazed at Shira who was hugging her stomach tightly and gritting her teeth and was sure that she wasn’t struck by an illness. Instead, he was confident that it was due to his doing. But he couldn’t understand how his ‘juices’ contained such strength. Could it be that his body properties were altered while ‘exercising’ with her, which turned his ‘juices’ poisonous? That would be really troublesome if that were true…

 “Hmm…”

 Celestina was rather embarrassed to explain the situation. But she eventually grit her teeth and spoke.

 “Master, since you know that Big Sister Shira is an Undead Puppet, you should also know that they are the ancestors of the Undead Creatures. They possess pure undead powers, which in turn causes them to have violent reactions towards extremely strong existences. Although Big Sister Shira has strong resistance on the outside where not even the legendary spells can harm her, on the inside…”

 Even though Celestina didn’t explain further, it was apparent from her awkward expression after she gazed at the white, viscous liquid flowing out from between Shira’s legs. However, Rhode didn’t expect that his ‘liquid’ would be this harmful.

 But honestly speaking, he couldn’t understand Shira at all. If she were an ordinary human, the initial pain would only last for a few moments. However, she was basically in agony all the time, which was hard for him to understand her insanity.

 “Ah… Haa… Haa… Awesome…”

 At this moment, Shira’s faint voice broke the silence in the room. She lifted her head slowly in excitement and joy as she gazed with blurry vision.

 “It is this pain… that makes me sense the pain of life and death… Great… I acknowledge that… you’re my master now… Hahaha…”

 “Alright then…”

 Rhode heaved an inward sigh of relief. But before he spoke further, someone pushed the door open and they heard a lively, familiar voice.

 “Anne is back, Leader! This place looks so boring, but Anne didn’t expect it to be so fun… What are you doing?”

 Anne stood by the door with a huge bag of food in her arms while Lesa entered behind her and gazed curiously at the group.

 Then, Lesa held Anne’s arm and pulled her out of the room.

 Boom.

 The door shut heavily and echoed in the silent room…