Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Mr. Raymond stopped, opened the lid, and slammed the container, which was clearly filled with liquid, onto Lofdy's head.

The entire arena fell silent; no one could fathom the reason for Raymond's sudden actions. Lofdi was completely drenched; the golden liquid, imbued with intense holy light, appeared extremely hot, steaming as it spread across the Protoss armor.

"Ah..." Lofdi's weak groan was extremely jarring in the quiet room.

Lyle believed that the Holy Light had finally come to punish the false believers. He later learned that this was not the case.

Lofdi, "ravaged," removed the iron can from his head. His face was shiny with oil, and his azure pupils were tinged with gold. His groans now sounded quite pleasurable.

“Thank you for your grace, Archbishop. Actually, I could have done it myself.” Raymond’s holy light bath wasn’t gang bullying; it was actually a form of feeding. Protoss don’t have mouths to eat from; their skin has an efficient absorption capacity for fluids and energy. Splashing holy light on them is actually the most efficient way to feed them. Raymond personally compressed the power of holy light into a liquid and used the high-purity holy water he created to directly baptize Lofdi. This was the highest favor a protoss could bestow, and even the stern-faced Lofdi let out a groan of pleasure.

The misunderstanding was cleared up, but Lyle felt that his mindset could no longer be at peace. Now he only wanted to complete his goal as soon as possible and then get away from this blessed land.

"Mr. Raymond, actually, the reason I came to see you today is to..."

Raymond nodded happily.

"Yes, I understand..."

Lyle was a little confused. "I haven't even said anything yet, and you already understand?"

“Mr. Raymond, what I meant was that I’m conducting an academic-level experiment… I need your…”

“I agree.” Raymond’s voice was firm, and his gaze toward Lyle softened.

Why does this guy seem to skip conversations today?

Lyle forced a smile and patiently explained to Andrei's strongest fighter that he needed Raymond's full support, so he naturally had to make sure he understood the reason.

"Mr. Raymond, it's like this, I need your assistance to test some of my newly developed flesh-and-blood creations. It won't have any adverse effects on you; I don't have the ability to do that anyway. Its function is somewhat complex, so please listen patiently as I explain..."

"No need for explanations!" Raymond raised his hand, forcing Lyle to swallow back the thousands of words of prepared speech. "I agree!"

Lyle was in a terrible state, constantly interrupted by Raymond. Things were going on like a train on a rollercoaster. All the carefully prepared arguments he had considered and prepared were useless, as Raymond adopted a shameless attitude that whatever Lyle said was right.

Why is Raymond so easy to talk to?!

“But I haven’t tried to reason with you or appeal to your emotions…” Lyle felt like a clown as he pondered these questions.

Raymond waved his hand. "There's no need. Anyway, what you said after hesitating for so long was just an excuse to cover up your true thoughts..."

What's going on? Lyle's heart skipped a beat. Had his plan to use the Holy Light's Calamity been discovered?! Lyle was in danger.

Raymond sighed, somewhat helplessly, and said, "Under the Holy Light, face your true feelings honestly, Plague Doctor."

So I was exposed after all. Sorry, Mr. Raymond, I was just using you as a tool...

"Lyle! You just want to be nice to me, don't you!!!" Raymond suddenly stood up, solemnly proclaiming in the sacred place with great fervor. The phantom of an angel, ten chains and ten wings, the transcendent heavenly scene made everything sacred and noble. Then, as if a gospel had fallen from heaven, came his narcissistic pronouncements: "You actually idolize me, don't you! I've known how you feel all along! We're in sync! The bond of the pure connects us!"

"Ah...ah?" Lyle felt like he had lost his mind and his ability to speak.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? Did I say something wrong?"

“Oh no, you’re right, you’re right.” It was unclear what had happened, but Mr. Raymond seemed very agreeable now, although this narcissistic state was somewhat annoying.

"I will fully cooperate with you, Lyle!"

“Okay, Mr. Raymond.” Lyle had no choice but to sacrifice his left hand so that Raymond, who was in an abnormal state, could hold it. If there hadn’t been a table between them, Lyle even suspected that Raymond would have just grabbed him and flown away.

"My plan is to let you enter the dream world woven by my flesh and blood creations, and have your clones act out a drama of good triumphing over evil, with you, of course, as the protagonist..."

Raymond reached out and pulled Lyle into his arms, looking smug as if he had just predicted it.

"I get it now! You're trying to project a heroic and noble image onto Andre, right? Hahaha, I'm good at that. Thanks, Lyle, I'll definitely cooperate with you!"

"...I hope it suits your taste, but there's a problem: your innate holy flame will weaken the influence of all spirit-summoned creations on you. Therefore, I need to weaken you to a certain extent first, to peel off that protective shell. I hope you understand. Ah, of course, this is also good for you. In the future, you can also use the related products developed by the Necromancer's Figurine Company. That way, Mr. Raymond, you can also wear the flesh and blood disguise and experience the wonderful life you had in your previous life..."

"No need to be so specific, Lyle, I know! I guessed it a long time ago, you're just doing this for my own good! We don't need to communicate, because we're connected on a deeper level! Just tell me your request, and I'll fully support you!"

Raymond leaned back and covered his head with his hand.

"Lyle, don't be so direct about these things in the future. You've told me so many times that you care about me and admire me, and I'm actually a little embarrassed."

Lyle looked terrible, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"You're absolutely right. I'll be more careful in the future."

Chapter 690 Brandy's Dance of Death

Lyle was the last to leave the chapel, his thoughtful figure disappearing amidst the watchful eyes of the maids. Inside the chapel, Lofdi and Elian breathed a silent sigh of relief; everyone seemed to have achieved what they considered a satisfactory result.

Ellian glanced to the side, his gaze turning somewhat helplessly to Mr. Raymond.

On the noble Crusader King's body, a layer of filth worthy of blasphemy clung. It was a mass of living flesh, stained golden, clinging to Raymond's back, some tentacles already extending through the gaps in his armor into the Lord of Light's body. Its purpose, to the Holy Light, was absolute evil. It was the adaptive bloodline left behind by Lyle, its function being to mutate and evolve, growing relentlessly until it broke through Raymond's holy flame defenses.

Lyle had put considerable effort into creating this lump of flesh; it was a remnant of flesh left behind from a consecration ritual using the Creator's Code during his battle against the Machine God Dorothy—a derivative of an evil god capable of corrupting machinery into flesh. Even so, within a minute of contact with Raymond's body, it was stained golden.

Inside that dark gold armor, the invisible power of the evil god and the holy light eroded each other, resulting in Raymond becoming increasingly excited and self-absorbed.

He excitedly showed the twisted mass of flesh to Elian and Lofdi, his words brimming with pride.

"He just poked me! Oh! He poked me again!"

Elian was exasperated; Raymond had clearly misinterpreted this horrible thing as Lyle's indirect fondness...

"This is definitely the massager Lyle gave me! It's fully automatic!"

Ah, right, right, the nun figured that her bishop was so powerful that he wouldn't be killed by the Pure Ones, so she decided to just ignore it.

Lofdi looked at the liches around him who were cleaning up the scene and fell into deep thought.

"So who actually wrote that report? The Plague Doctor doesn't seem like the type to make such a public announcement without paying attention to those around him?"

Elian was quite happy to think about other things to soothe his nerves.

"Able to hide from the senses of a four-lock spellcaster, a professional infiltrator? Or perhaps His Majesty George? But he doesn't seem inclined to report something that would clearly please His Majesty Raymond..."

The nun picked up the newspaper and searched for the author's signature again. There was no definite name, only a vague emblem: three sword tips crossed together.

Raymond's enthusiastic voice rang out behind the two of them.

"An infiltrator? The academy doesn't have any professionals in that field. But don't you know? The gentleman's other identity is the [Rat King]?"

Elian was somewhat surprised, as he had never associated such a title with the literary society before.

"The Rat King?"

Raymond nodded, golden flames burning silently beneath his helmet.

"The Rat King has his swarm of rats. George, ever since his time as the Angel of Fire, has been a notorious pragmatist."

Elian closed his eyes, and the sound of flesh rubbing against Raymond's armor became particularly audible.

"Your Excellency Raymond, what exactly is your purpose in constantly criticizing the literary society?"

Raymond's laughter continued for a long time.

"They deserve a beating, absolutely."

……

Sahazaen, the stone peak of Oranquil inhabited by the Black Dragonflight.

Today, we have a special guest.

During this time, the black dragon Alcaron was somewhat frustrated. Lyle, after learning of his plan, had actually run away without a word. When he heard the news from his brother, the blue dragon, his narrow, sharp eyes widened, and his slender eyelids contracted further, like two ferocious wounds.

To have a trusted friend, someone with whom he had confided his dark plans, disappear without a word—Alcalon, an arrogant dragon, was indifferent to his own plea (which he believed to have expressed a plea for help)—was a betrayal.

He crouched in his cave, his steel-like claws scraping against the cracks in the rocks, his golden snake eyes fixed on the ancient human race's vast training ground, like an impatient snake.

"Lyr... Lyr... Lyr..." The names carved on the walls of the black dragon's cave were densely packed, and Alcaron's extreme thoughts were about to continue to turn dark in this dead end of obsession.

Arkaron, who was too angry to hunt and had been holed up in the cave for three days, sensed spatial fluctuations at the edge of the Sahazane barrier. The familiar aura was that of the blue dragon Kristor.

But the figure that stepped out of the portal was an unfamiliar one. Clad in a long robe covering his entire body and bearing the official seal of the City of Wanderers, he entered the territory of the Black Dragon Clan. Alcaron saw Chieftain Okangas negotiate with him, and also saw Dragon Priest Ormhead conversing with the other man.

The black dragon's keen senses allowed him to overhear snippets of their conversation, which caused him to halt his cursed inscription. His head rose high in the darkness, like a dog hearing its mealtime bell. Alcaron emerged from the cave, its claws gripping the stone platform, peering curiously below, and snorted.

The figure hidden in the robe was the martial arts instructor introduced by Lyle. Alcaron's tail swayed unconsciously, his heart filled with anticipation. That person was definitely not his father in human form, although he appeared much taller, reaching about two meters. The robe was some kind of magical artifact, capable of shielding the black dragon from its senses. Alcaron's eyes narrowed slightly, but this time the emotion revealed was more of surprise and delight.

There's definitely something wrong with the mentor Lyle recommended; otherwise, he wouldn't need to maintain such an air of mystery. It seems that guy is indeed on my side.

His upturned mouth revealed ferocious dragon teeth, and considering Lyle's past achievements, Alcalon eagerly awaited the moment when this man would reveal his true form by removing his robes.

Offstage, Ormhead had already engaged in some technical discussions with his mentor regarding physical training. He wasn't a newly born dragonfather, and he genuinely possessed true expertise in physical training. Although his tone was somewhat strangely high-pitched, the black dragon priest didn't mind; powerful beings often have quirks. Lyle had indeed found a suitable combat mentor for the ancient human race as agreed, and he would honor the agreement, granting him absolute authority.

Omhead kept his word. The staff, a symbol of the dragon priest's power, struck the stone with a resounding clang that echoed through the stone valley. The black dragon priest solemnly declared to his people who gazed upon him.

"My frail brethren, Dragon King Priest Lyle, have brought us a mentor with the talent to elevate our physique and skills to new heights! I made a pact with Lyle that if he could find someone who met my requirements, I would hold that mentor in the highest esteem! Now, he has arrived! I declare that this martial arts instructor will enjoy equal authority with me within my race. His commands are the will of the Dragon Priest, and as long as his training strengthens your power, you must obey!"

No one would refuse to become stronger. The expectant gazes of the ancient humans were all focused on that figure. Although he was only a little over two meters tall, every ancient human longed to know him and was ready to erupt in cheers the moment he introduced himself.

Overwhelmed by their hospitality, the visitor, the mentor of the ancient humans, removed his robe.

Perfectly sculpted muscles, a powerful and well-built physique, pulsating with every breath, an exaggeratedly large body seemingly about to burst through its clothing… all encased in the largest maid outfit. A pineapple hairstyle, a poisonous deep purple lipstick, and seductive, deathly Barbie pink eyeliner. The ultimate monster winked, its muscular legs crossed beneath its lace pleated skirt, its raised hands clasped in the air, its delicate fingers shimmering as they perfectly covered the sun.

The indescribable aura that transcends several eras has rendered the closed-mindedness of ancient humans utterly silent, as the manager of the Pure Maid Experience Shop, a muscular monster from the Light and Shadow District of the Wandering City, put it.

"Boys~ I am Mrs. Brandy, your dance instructor, and from now on, I will train you to be the most beautiful in the world. Come! My ancient human family, join me in my~ pure maid's way~"

Chapter 691 The Perverted Master

Who is Mrs. Brandy?

He was once an abandoned baby in an unknown village, begging for food like a stray dog ​​under the contempt of others. Yet he possessed a physique that seemed monstrous to ordinary people; even with meager meals from various households, his body developed like that of a young calf. However, his spirit was not as strong as his body; the fearful and rejecting gazes tore this abnormal child's heart to shreds.

"Leaving here, I am a monster unworthy of pity." With this sorrow, young Brandy stepped into the wilderness overrun by wild beasts.

Just as he was starving and delirious, an earthquake struck. A city appeared out of nowhere, crushing the wolves who coveted his life into dust.

A city of wandering descends upon this homeless man.

Because of his bizarre appearance and a stroke of luck, Brandy was secretly released into the City of Sin, mistaken for a half-demon. The demon's strong and agile figure made Brandy weep silently. He huddled in the filthy streets, giving thanks to the being he imagined in his heart.

The next moment, his god descended.

A beautiful face, dressed in a daring maid outfit, capable of captivating any soul, appeared before Brandy. He was petite and adorable, the complete opposite of the filthy Brandy. Yet, he smiled, wiping away Brandy's tears and grime with a handkerchief, and took a small piece of bread from his delicate basket, placing it in Brandy's arms.

"This is a free trial of our new product, please have a taste! Oh, and if you have the chance, please visit Zhenyi Peishi Bakery, we're having a new product discount event!"