I'm a forest ranger, why would I enslave a succubus?

Chapter 671 Source of Power
Calliste has come out.

Whether it was Rhodes's imagination or not, he saw faint dark circles under the elf's eyes on her exquisite and perfect face.

The elf lady wore a dark, fitted short-sleeved shirt, with a light leather breastplate over it.

His lower body was covered in durable coarse cloth trousers, with the cuffs tucked into tall boots.

Her long, golden hair was styled into a loose high bun and secured with a silver hairpin.

His rare hunter-rogue style, so efficient and neat, caught Rhode's eye.

Talk about it.

Calliste never seems to wear skirts.

"That succubus screamed for a whole day and two nights. Do you know how many times Miss Olga, the half-werewolf from Oak District, came to complain?"

Miss Elf wore a cold, sour face and was extremely displeased.

Rod laughed triumphantly: "I'm in the mood, I can't help it, hahaha—"

"If that wolf girl isn't happy, she can come find me. What's the point of talking to you? This is Master and Terry's forest!"

Terry, however, was unhappy.

Why talk to this grumpy sprite? It's like she's the lady of the house.

Calliste gave her a cold snort, her expression laced with contempt.

He indicated that he wouldn't even bother arguing with her.

But as her gaze slid down, she couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes when she saw her protruding belly, and even took a small step back in a panic.

Terry chuckled mischievously, patting her belly tenderly: "This is the fruit of my love with my master. After it's born, she'll beat you up, you old elf."

Rod asked curiously, "Her?"

In the common language of mainland China, the male and female pronunciations of "he" and "she" have distinct syllables, making them easy to distinguish.

"Of course it can only be 'her,' succubi can't give birth to boys. Let her serve you with me, Master, okay?"

Rod's forehead went black, and he hurriedly said, "What nonsense are you talking about! Shut up."

"What's wrong with that? Would you think it's a problem to share a loaf of bread or a bowl of porridge with your own daughter? This kind of thing is very common among succubi~~"

Terry didn't care at all.

Calliste frowned: "Succubi don't have uteruses for reproduction, nor do they gestate internally. This isn't..."

Based on the noise of that day and two nights, she already knew what was inside her swollen belly.

She glared at Rhodes with an icy expression.

"."

"So why did you contact me? Don't tell me it's just about this."

"of course not."

Rhodes threw out the doll that had been in his spell bag for a day and two nights.

With a thud, a large, tangled mess of things, wrapped in silver threads, fell to the ground.

Luca's left eye stared in terror as she looked around anxiously, trying to figure out where she was.

Her breathing had improved considerably compared to before.

If the previously squeezed-out strength was 2%, then now it's around 15%.

If we were to make a numerical estimate, it would take at least 95% to reach the level of barely defying the enslavement curse.

Although the distance is still far.

But that was enough to make Rhodes worry.

Calliste's beautiful eyes lit up, and she unleashed several identification and probing spells in quick succession.

She clearly didn't have much reverence for it, looking at Luca on the ground as if she were dealing with an unsolvable magical problem, with a smile of interest on her face.

"Interesting. Are these the gods of the First Era?"

"I knew you were interested when we last contacted each other, so I sent it to you immediately."

Rod smiled gently; his handsome face was incredibly alluring.

When she noticed that Calliste's gaze had met hers, she panicked slightly and looked away.

Although she still had a sour face, she let out a muffled and delicate snort.

Rod's smile widened.

It's the humming sound of the fairy when she's happy.

Terry interjected, "No, that's not right. Master satisfied Terry's needs first... this grumpy guy's needs came second."

Rod grabbed her cheek, pouted his lips, and forced her to shut up.

Calliste crossed her arms, lifting her soft chest slightly. She didn't pay much attention to it, her mind quickly turning to Luca.

"He possesses no magic, spirituality, psychic energy, or any known energy system such as ether. Instead, he has a highly efficient application of a particular field. Hmm? What is that? It's quite complex. He has at least four different sources of energy within him, and apart from the power of the field, the other three are almost depleted."

"Oh?"

Rhodes kicked Luca, "Stop shaking, tell me what's going on."

Luca shuddered, her eyes still filled with fear as she looked at Rhodes.

Calliste glanced at him curiously, unable to understand why this First Age deity was so afraid.

Before Luca could even speak, the succubus, her belly protruding, knelt down.

Just like Rod in our shared field of vision that day, she lifted the tattered hem of her skirt and peered down.

"Hahahaha—No! Don't try to steal my master!"

"No one would believe you two aren't master and servant."

Let's get back to the main topic.

There was a pause.

Luna dared not remain silent.

She opened the doll's jaw joint, and the mark of enslavement in its left pale eyeball flickered slightly:

"First is the divine spark, which serves as the goal and foundation for becoming a god; this part of the power accounts for a small percentage."
Secondly, there is the power of authority. Just like the [Moon Domain] I bestowed, as long as one can borrow the energy of the moon, I can get a share of it.

The third is the dimensional divine kingdom. After building a divine kingdom in a suitable location that suits one's own authority, one's power will naturally be greatly amplified when one is within the divine kingdom.

The last, and most abundant, source of power is the power of faith.

easy to understand.

Rhodes nodded: "So, your only source of power now is the [Moon Domain], while the other three are almost depleted."

".Yes."

I haven't heard Mystra mention that.

Needless to say, she was naturally using the power of divine sparks and authority.

She never mentioned the use of dimensional divine kingdoms and the power of faith. The two of them talked about a wide range of topics while working, so she shouldn't have missed mentioning them.
Perhaps she doesn't know?

Rod smiled and shook his head. "How could that be?"

She must know all of these things from the First Era, but we just didn't talk about it back then.

Think no more.

Now that Rhodes knows the source of Luca's power, he also knows how to suppress it.

[End Tide: One of your body fluids contains a miniature abyss that can erode the power of a domain or law.]

Sorry, Terry.

It seems this guy is still going to try and steal your life essence.

"An interesting system."

Calliste nodded, then looked at the doll with lingering reluctance. "It's a pity I've been a bit busy lately, and it's not quite right for it to stay here with me all this time. I'll come back when I have some free time."

"It's okay, I'll send her to work for Selena. You can go whenever you have time."

"I don't think it's convenient for me to go there, do I?"

Miss Elf knew what shady things were going on in Zombie Selena's heavily guarded underground laboratory, and it was obviously not appropriate to go there without an invitation.

"Convenient? How could it not be convenient? I already told Selena a long time ago that if it were you, there's no need to stop you. You can go anywhere, it's open to you unconditionally."

Rhodes waved his hand, showing his complete trust in the Elf Lady.

Calliste's expression softened considerably, and her gaze towards Rhodes held a hint of reproach.

Rhodes.

With a gentle smile, he quickly rehearsed his story with Selena in the [Chain of Distant Words], agreeing in advance to be open to the elf lady.

He solemnly instructed her that when Calliste visited, she must tell her in person that Rhodes had promised her trust and favor six months ago.

Selena: "."

This secret factory wasn't even finished six months ago, what nonsense are you spouting, my master?

Just at this time.

Rhodes saw a new message appear on the panel.

[The sclerotia have been manufactured. Shall we extract them?]

(End of this chapter)