Chapter 775 The Baroness's Lust
?On Seeing the baroness, Lenny immediately willed and a Katana appeared, stabbing right into his belly.
Coincidentally, Victor had also done something much similar. he used his obsidian claws to stab into his chest.
All of a sudden, the shy voice that sounded like the melodious hit of many bells went off in the air.
Baroness Everbee giggled loudly, her voice seemingly echoing off the thing air itself.
it was almost as if it had become one with it, attempting to sip into their bones.
However, lenny and Victor forced the blades deeper into their bodies.
"Impressive, really Impressive!" the baroness complimented. "Many had had the privelege of hearing my voice, but very few remaining standing afterwards."
As she said this, a finger of her's stroked the throne she was seating on.
This throne, black, weird looking, like the twists and turn of a tree was made entirely by humans.
From the looks of it, they were still alive too. After all, their faces showed expressions of tears on different sides.
lenny could not imagine how painful such a level of torture was. The fact that a person could be twisted and netted with other human beings like the way an old grandmother would make a sweater just to make a chair was beyond understanding.
And these people were still alive. this alone was hell, and then the baroness, gaining comfort by sitting on them was a different kind of torture. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
For people like this, death was perhaps a better resting place.
it was as dark as the clouds above and was tainted red at different points, almost forming a skeletal figure around him.
Skeletal fingers formed about his body and he roared to the sky, blasting back the will and seduction technique of the Baroness back at her.
*BOOM!*
The sudden freedom from her seductively oppressive might made Victor ease up. He sighed in relief as he nodded continually. He had also lost a good amount of blood, a price to pay for his freedom.
The baroness bit her finger, as her surprise was evident on her face.
In a low tone, she whispered to herself, "was that lady death's hold I just saw right now?" she shook her head in denial, "It can't be. Such a being would have no interest in such a small fry."
She sighed as she spoke up loudly, "You were able to break the allure of my bloodline blessing, a gift of my True Name. You are indeed an interesting character.
If this Baroness's little cousin was not interested in you, then I might have taken you for myself." her tiny tongue snaked out of her lips to dance about her fingers, "or are you willing to part with your pet, cousin?"
The question was thrown into thin air, but Lenny was no fool.
After all, he could already feel his presence. It was the same kind of pressure that had been in the Arena all those years ago.
The same pressure that exerted its authority in the heart of each and every gladiator that gave their life to the Arena.
Slowly, from seemingly no where, blood flowed on the black sands of the earth.
The red blood came from multiply angles. some even fell from the sky.
The blood moved as if having a life of its own as it colligated suddenly becoming solid, and then the figure of a person was formed.
From the familiar hooves to the thick red thighs. All the way to the waist, and then to the very familiar Ox head.
This was none other than Cuban, the Blood Demon Of the Asmodeus Family.