A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Looks like it's just Kalista. I'll use my shadow to restrain that big guy, and she can unleash her full power. Yeah, that's it!"

She had no intention of continuing to expend so much energy using magic. She'd slack off whenever possible; after all, her king only wanted her to help her teammates, so she'd just play support and ensure victory.

So Vigus immediately chose a direction and headed towards her chosen teammates.

While Vigus was slacking off, Maokai was working like he was on steroids. After taking down the second Demon Lord, he immediately started helping Karthus relieve the pressure, controlling one Demon Lord after another and defeating them one by one.

Besides Maokai and Vigus completing their original tasks, Thresh's team is also almost finished with the battle.

Thresh's fight dragged on for a long time, but that was because he chose to fight the most powerful demon king.

Furthermore, Thresh's fighting style is rather sinister; he consistently avoids Quinon's direct confrontations, slowly weakening his opponent through underhanded tactics like using his black mist and hook blades. Therefore, it ultimately took a very long time for Quinon to completely lose his fighting ability.

"Hehehe... Death is not the end. What a pity, I was originally going to taste the pain of your soul. But since the king has given the order... I can't spoil the king's enjoyment."

"Phew...that should be about right."

Vigus looked at the Demon King, who was now completely bound by her own shadow, and wiped the sweat from her brow. This was the first time she had encountered such a formidable opponent; the magical system, so different from that of Runeterra, had given her quite a headache.

Fortunately, with the combined power of his decadent magic and shadow, he finally managed to subdue the enormous First Demon King, gradually depleting its life force until it was under control and could be killed with a single strike.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I've finished here. Can I go back and rest now? It's so noisy here. Tell Karthus to shut up."

Even though the battlefield was divided, Vigus could still hear Deathsong Karthus's shrill and unpleasant concerto.

"puff!"

Suddenly, the Blade of the Ruined King flew out of the black mist and pierced directly into the head of the First Demon King. Thus, the ancestor of the Sakaars clan, the First Demon King, returned to his homeland once more.

Vigus visibly relaxed upon seeing this, meaning her mission was over. However, the moment she let out that sigh, a phrase echoed in her mind, and her expression instantly betrayed her inner turmoil:

"What? You want me and the others to deal with the remaining Demon Kings? That's not fair! Why are the ones who finish quickly being given more tasks!"

"...Ugh, no, I don't want to team up with that guy Karthus... Fine, I'll go help the others deal with the Demon King, okay... Waaah."

Poor Vigus, after haggling with Wang Chong, ultimately chose to resolve the matter with others, looking very sad.

"Thresh is too sneaky, pass; I can't keep up with Hecarim's charge speed, pass; Maokai fights faster than me, pass; Elise... uh, those spider webs are disgusting, pass; Yorick too, digging in the dirt everywhere, I don't want to go to the shower covered in dust, pass; Gwen is fine when she's not fighting, but when she does, she's like a crazy girl, I'm really afraid her shadow will get cut off by her scissors, pass too..."

Vigus counted her teammates, and basically none of them were very compatible with her.

"Looks like it's just Kalista. I'll use my shadow to restrain that big guy, and she can unleash her full power. Yeah, that's it!"

She had no intention of continuing to expend so much energy using magic. She'd slack off whenever possible; after all, her king only wanted her to help her teammates, so she'd just play support and ensure victory.

So Vigus immediately chose a direction and headed towards her chosen teammates.

While Vigus was slacking off, Maokai was working like he was on steroids. After taking down the second Demon Lord, he immediately started helping Karthus relieve the pressure, controlling one Demon Lord after another and defeating them one by one.

Besides Maokai and Vigus completing their original tasks, Thresh's team is also almost finished with the battle.

Thresh's fight dragged on for a long time, but that was because he chose to fight the most powerful demon king.

Furthermore, Thresh's fighting style is rather sinister; he consistently avoids Quinon's direct confrontations, slowly weakening his opponent through underhanded tactics like using his black mist and hook blades. Therefore, it ultimately took a very long time for Quinon to completely lose his fighting ability.

"Hehehe... Death is not the end. What a pity, I was originally going to taste the pain of your soul. But since the king has given the order... I can't spoil the king's enjoyment."

Chapter 347: The Dust Settles Down

"Hmph, with such meager strength, you dare to challenge your master's authority? Truly... disgustingly boring."

Gwen's enormous scissors, gleaming with a chilling light, pierced the hard rock as easily as cutting tofu. With a soft thud as gravel flew, they precisely clamped the head of the demon king, who was already limp and covered in blood, from left to right.

The cold metal pressed against its temple, and the chill of death instantly froze the demon king's last bit of strength.

If it weren't for her master's orders to leave her alive for him to finish her off, Gwen would have ended the demon king's life with a simple flick of her wrist.

However, the next second, as her mind connected with Wang Chong, the violent and cold aura emanating from Gwen instantly receded like a tide.

She tilted her head, and a pure, radiant smile bloomed on her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face. Her voice suddenly became sweet and soft, drawn out with a coquettish nasal tone:

"Master~ Gwen has completed the mission again~ Hehe... This little trouble, I just easily pinned her down~ I couldn't even touch a single hair on Gwen's head!"

"Huh? Really? Gwen just finished off her last opponent?"

Her eyes instantly lit up as if filled with stars, and her voice rose with excitement:

"So... what reward does Gwen have? Hehe... can Gwen choose any reward she wants? Wow~ Master is the best! Then Gwen won't be polite later~"

She held the huge scissors, her body swaying slightly involuntarily, like an excited puppy that had just received its most beloved bone.

This cloying, coquettish behavior is worlds apart from the ruthless, emotionless figure who was just moments before, yet strangely, they are both embodied in this girl.

Just as she was engaged in a tangled, incomprehensible "telepathic communication" with her master, a blade of light enveloped in a thick, deathly black mist suddenly slashed out from the void, like the arrival of death itself. The Blade of the Ruined King swept past with pinpoint accuracy, silently taking away the head of the last demon king.

"Okay~ Gwen understands, see you later, Master~" Gwen reluctantly ended the connection, as if saying goodbye to her most precious treasure.

The moment the connection was severed, the radiant smile on her face, which seemed capable of melting everything, gradually faded. She coldly swept her gaze over the headless demon king's corpse on the ground. The corpse was turning into wisps of Originium energy particles and beginning to dissipate.

"Overestimating yourself, this is what happens when you defy your master." Gwen's lips curled into a cold, almost mocking smile, her voice as frosty as ice.

"Swish—clang clang clang clang—!"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the huge scissors, with a piercing metallic friction and a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, crisscrossed, sheared, and collided at high speed like a meat grinder!

The Demon King's remaining, dissipating body, along with the Originium energy on the ground, was instantly shredded and annihilated in the violent storm of shear blades, turning into the most primitive particle dust, leaving not a trace.

Having done all this, Gwen acted as if she had merely brushed off a speck of dust. The next second, that chilling murderous intent was quickly replaced by another, burning emotion.

"Hmph~ Anyway, all the annoying trash is cleaned up... Time to think about what kind of gift I'll get later~"

Gwen cupped her delicate face in her hands, the enormous scissors now deftly slung behind her back. She tiptoed, like a leaping deer, and began to run lightly in the direction Wang Chong had indicated, with almost dance-like, bouncy steps.

A feeling of joy and anticipation, like tangible hearts, overflowed, swirled, and drifted joyfully from her, painting the dark battlefield with a strange, dreamlike hue. She muttered to herself, her voice filled with a bittersweet mix of worry and expectation:

"Is it... a big, tight hug full of the master's scent? Or... or is it just the master gently patting Gwen's head and praising Gwen for doing well? Waaah..."

Her voice suddenly became soft and gentle, with a shy tremor, and an unnatural blush rose on her cheeks.

"Or...oh dear! A kiss...wouldn't that be...wouldn't that be a little too early?!" She suddenly covered her face with her hands, but peeked out from between her fingers, letting out a small, expectant gasp, "...Would Master be willing? Ahhh~ I'm so shy! But I want it so bad!!"

In this self-indulgent state full of contradictions and reversals, the love-struck girl carrying a huge weapon scatters red hearts all the way and skips away to disappear at the edge of the battlefield, leaving only the occasional cold "clang clang" echo of the scissors colliding, which is completely out of place with her current mood.

……

"Slurp... slurp..."

The sound of greedy swallowing was particularly clear in the empty hall. Precyth was seen hanging upside down on the throne in an extremely lewd posture, her pink buttocks stuck at the bottom of the backrest, her legs spread wide and placed on the armrests on both sides, her supple waist bent backward, and the weight of her entire body pressed on the cushion of the throne.

She tilted her head back with all her might, her delicate neck forming a graceful arc, just so that her cherry-red mouth could completely accommodate Wang Chong's monstrous member, keeping her throat and the dragon in a straight line, so that she could swallow the swollen weapon more deeply and smoothly. You sing, I have plum blossoms, you forest is here, are you...?

At this moment, Precys was covered in marks of the rampage. His fair skin was crisscrossed with red marks and bruises from repeated pinching and rubbing, and his lower body was especially a mess.

The thick white spring water had already completely covered the secret valley between her legs, even overflowing and flowing onto the back of the throne, squeezing her wet buttocks and making sticky "plop...plop..." sounds.

The black stockings that once covered her long, beautiful legs were now reduced to a few tattered pieces barely hanging on her legs, covered in dried and fresh milk, clinging wetly to her skin, a testament to how many times she had greedily endured such a thorough soaking.

As soon as Wang Chong ended his telepathic call with Gwen, his gaze fell back on the delicate body lost in desire. A playful smile curved his lips, and he pressed his palm firmly against Precys's slightly swollen belly.

"Gurgle—!"

This press seemed to force open a dam that had been accumulating within her. The tight, secluded valley suddenly contracted, and then a torrent of warm, white water gushed out, splashing onto the throne and the valley beneath her.

"Tsk tsk, look at your insatiable face." Wang Chong's mocking voice rang out, his other hand suddenly gripping Precys's slender neck, his lower body beginning to thrust fiercely, "Having consumed so much of my magical essence, you're still sucking so tightly, unwilling to let go? Hmm?"

"Ugh... Ugh!!"

The sudden feeling of suffocation made Precys whimper in pain as his neck was tightened, restricting his breathing.

"Alright, they're gathering. Under my time domain, we can still have one or two more rounds. First, absorb them all, swallow them all."

As he spoke, the hand that was pressing on his lower abdomen began to reach towards Precys's secret place, rubbing the jade bead on the clam with his palm while digging out a magical cave.

Her lower body, however, was subjected to even more intense and rapid impacts. The dizziness from suffocation and the pleasure of being brutally pounded in her lower body and having her vagina repeatedly stretched and scraped were intertwined like an electric current, instantly shattering her rational defenses.

"Ughhhhhh!!!"

Under the dual stimulation of peak intensity, Precys's delicate body convulsed violently, and a sharp, dying moan escaped from her choked throat as she was instantly thrown to the ultimate climax!

On the verge of suffocation, her slender waist instinctively twisted and convulsed wildly, and an astonishing sucking and twisting force suddenly erupted from deep within her cavity, tightly wrapping around the huge object inside her body like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline!

"hiss--"

Wang Chong gasped, the intense suction was exactly what he craved at that moment.

He let out a satisfied growl, no longer suppressing his emotions, and released his grip on her neck, while also loosening the control of the valve.

The dense torrent of magic, which had long been accumulating to its limit, poured violently into the depths of Precys's greedy, writhing throat like a raging dragon unleashed from its dam!

"Glug... glug... glug..."

Prissis's pale neck rolled violently up and down as she was forced to swallow large gulps of scalding magic. The excessive amount of white fluid even caused a few strands to choke out from her tightly closed nostrils, and thick liquid uncontrollably overflowed from the corners of her mouth, winding down her slightly parted, dazed lips and dripping onto the ground.

When the surging impact finally subsided, Wang Chong's massive member slowly withdrew. Prismus, like a fish returning to the surface, greedily gasped for breath, letting out a muffled groan of immense satisfaction and exhaustion: "Haa—~"

Then, with a dazed look in his eyes, Precys stared intently at the enormous object that was gradually leaving his mouth, making a final, reluctant suck.

After completely withdrawing, Precys instinctively stuck out her luscious red tongue, lingeringly licking the remaining juices at the tip, eventually pulling out a silvery strand.

Seeing this scene of extreme desire, Wang Chong's recently subsided lust instantly returned. He scooped the limp Precyth up from the throne, roughly kneading her plump buttocks with his large hands, and aimed that slippery, muddy opening at his erect and ferocious member once more, thrusting it in hard to the very end!

"Whoa—! Haa~..."

The intense pleasure of being suddenly filled made Priscilla scream in pain and ecstasy, her body coiling around him like a water snake.

"You born sex slave! You can still tremble with pleasure even after being treated like this!" Wang Chong thrust his hips while slapping her buttocks in a humiliating way, making a crisp sound. "Tell me! Do you like being your master's velvet ball deep down? Do you like being turned into this muddy mess?"

"Yes... Waaah... Punu... Punu loves being Master's plush ball the most!" Pressis was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak coherently, drool mixed with the previous white fluid dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with obsessive submission.

"Yes... Waaah... Punu... Punu loves being Master's plush ball the most!" Pressis was so overwhelmed that he couldn't speak coherently, drool mixed with the previous white fluid dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with obsessive submission.

"Hmph! Then clench your fists tighter!" Wang Chong sneered, giving the smooth, fleshy buttocks in his palm another hard squeeze. "We're heading to the meeting point now. Whether you let everyone see your ravaged, slutty state, or you manage to finish before we get there and save the last bit of your pitiful dignity, it all depends on your own abilities!"

His hip movements became increasingly ferocious, each impact carrying the force to break the person beneath him apart.

“However, let me remind you,” he leaned close to Precys’s reddened ear, his voice icy, “that utterly disgraceful piece of trash has no reason to be kept by the master's side. Understand?”

"Ouch—!" The excruciating pain from her buttocks being pinched and twisted made Precys cry out. She then tightened her legs even more desperately, wrapping them tightly around Wang Chong's waist like an octopus. The tender flesh inside her vagina also contracted, wriggled, and twisted wildly, squeezing out the weapon that she both loved and feared.

"Punu understands! Punu will definitely... will definitely not let his master down!"

In Precys' eyes, the diamond pattern had turned into a heart shape, and his mind and body had completely succumbed to Wang Chen.

Chapter 348: Rewarding Merit

On a flat clearing shrouded in thick black mist, the heroes of the Shadow Isles stood solemnly, the air thick with reverence and anticipation. They were all waiting for their king to arrive.

"I personally took care of one, and indirectly participated in ending another. How are your records, everyone?"

Hecarim, the Shadow of War, could not hide his smugness. His skeletal body, formed from black mist, rose slightly, and he loudly boasted to the surrounding heroes. His gaze, burning with ghostly flames, lingered for a moment on Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance, the provocation unmistakable.

He knew perfectly well that Kalista's opponent was not only powerful, but his massive size would also make it extremely difficult for Kalista to completely defeat him. In fact, he only managed to kill him thanks to Vigus's help.

"whispering sound……"

Kalista scoffed, her eerie green eyes filled with disdain:

"What's there to be so smug about? Vigus also dealt with one and indirectly participated in another. Besides, if you were to deal with my opponent, with your strength, you probably wouldn't even be able to shake him. You'd be slapped into bone fragments."

Her words were harsh and direct, mercilessly striking at Hecarim's weak points.

"What did you say?" Hecarim's soulfire surged, his voice filled with a metallic, furious rage.

"What, you want to fight? I'll take you on!" Kalista showed no weakness, her fingers already touching the cold shaft of the Spear of Revenge.

The two men instantly became tense, their weapons gleaming coldly, and a conflict seemed inevitable.

There was an irreconcilable hatred between them from the original setting. If it weren't for the special mechanism of the Shadow Isles and the system, the two would probably have been fighting to the death long ago.

"Gentlemen! Please calm down!"

Seeing this, Deathsinger Karthus quickly floated forward, his ethereal voice carrying a hint of anxiety:

"Our king is about to arrive. Even if you two have a great grudge, this is not the time to settle it. I implore you both, for the sake of my previous ability to hold off four opponents and prevent them from disturbing you, please set aside your hostility and give me, Karthus, some face."

His invisible sleeves seemed to sway slightly, as if trying his best to dissuade him.

With Karthus's mediation, although the two still glared at each other, the murderous aura surrounding them subsided slightly, and they temporarily suppressed their urge to fight.

"Hehehe... If we're talking about resolving one issue or participating in another..."

Thresh, the Chain Warden, let out his signature hoarse laugh. The lantern swayed gently, its eerie light flickering. His words, tinged with his usual sinister cunning, continued:

"Then, I can barely be considered one of them."

"Hmph, what does that matter?"

Maokai, the Twisted Treant who contributed the most among the Shadow Isles heroes this time, stood ramrod straight on his thick trunk and spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with pride: