Monster Girl Development Master

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In that instant when Zhuang Sen was stunned, Ines, who had been waiting impatiently, suddenly exerted her strength. Her six wings unfurled, enveloping Zhuang Sen and herself, clearly intending to devour him all at once. She was completely devoid of her initial majestic and dignified, race-conscious, queenly demeanor, now displaying a girlish shyness. One could only say that Zhuang Sen's true colors were still too pure. But to be honest, aside from Ines, everyone's attention was drawn to her wings—those jet-black wings.

Ines, the great Angel Queen, who had steadfastly guarded the Angelic Sanctuary since ancient times, was holy, majestic, righteous, and courageous—and then was corrupted by Zhuang Sen's evil deeds. This had a shock to the other angel girls no less than the shock Zhuang Sen experienced when he was first taken down by Dantalian, and it also opened up a new avenue for them to explore.

"Since it's the capital..."

"And even the Savior has fallen ones by his side..."

"Perhaps only the fallen..."

Without warning, the pure white wings inside the hall turned pitch black, causing Lilith to smile as if she were watching a grand spectacle.

Zhuang Sen sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation: "What kind of mess is this... Don't let me fall into depravity so easily!!!"

With a loud boom, Zhuang Sen's six wings, larger and stronger than Ines's, broke through her restraints, pulling the fallen angel girls around him into his arms and arranging them in a row: "You weak-willed wretches who bring shame to the angel race, watch me purify you back with my own hands!"

After that, we had a great time.

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Chapter 337: The Victory of the King of No Light?

After a long time, the sacred temple remained magnificent, but the pure white color of the holy light that surrounded it seemed to have changed slightly. Unfortunately, Zhuang Sen hadn't managed to subdue the angels… the fallen angels, and now he was surrounded by black wings, the only one with white wings. It felt like an upgraded version of that classic composition.

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"Satisfied now, you lot..." Zhuang Sen pinched Ines, who was in a daze. The great Angel King was immersed in the afterglow, oblivious to the world around her. After being disturbed, her eyes, which had turned gray with her fall, flashed with anger, but upon seeing Zhuang Sen, they immediately turned into a charming, watery light. Her pink tongue popped out of her mouth, entwining with Zhuang Sen's fingers that were pinching her cheek, sucking and moaning, "Mmm~ Satisfied, for now~"

"But it seems she's not pregnant yet?" Lilith wrapped her slender arms around Zhuang Sen's neck from behind, her voluptuous body pressing tightly against him, her soft skin rubbing against his back, each touch a fiery intensification. The alluring charm emanating from her movements opened the eyes of the other fallen angels, who diligently took notes, inwardly marveling—young people really know how to have fun!

"Stop fooling around. How can we know if she's pregnant so quickly? Besides, we have important things to do." If there were no danger, Zhuang Sen certainly wouldn't mind indulging in the gentle embrace of the monster girl; after all, it wouldn't hinder his strength improvement. But now, with the formidable enemy of the Ferro World at hand, he dared not be too indulgent. Putting everything else aside, he at least needed to get his hands on the [Relic: Transcendent Transformation] first.

Lilith, with a touch of coquettishness, pressed her arms tightly against Zhuang Sen's chest, her large, snowy breasts almost flattening into two pancakes against his back. Her fleshy thighs wrapped around his waist, and the same delicate yet distinctly different soft touches washed over her. Lilith took the opportunity to pout, "We can hide inside your clothes~ It won't get in the way~ Besides, Ines and the others are about to reach the end of their lives. What if we don't do it a few more times and don't get pregnant in time?"

Ines and the fallen angels nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, we only have a hundred... eighty years left to live, we have to hurry."

Lilith stopped just as she was about to touch Da Zhuangsen's hand. The charming look on her face vanished, replaced by speechlessness: "Your Majesty Ines, you don't have to be so explicit next time."

Zhuang Sen laughed in exasperation: "Is it one hundred years, eighty years, or one hundred and eighty years?"

"Probably a hundred years or so." Ines looked at Zhuang Sen innocently. A hundred years was a very short time for angels; when there was nothing to do, they could probably sleep through it in a flash. Of course, if she could enjoy this every day, she definitely wouldn't sleep. Seeing her like this, Zhuang Sen's anger subsided a little, and he casually rubbed the ancient angel's head: "Then what's the rush? Let's get down to business first."

"Yes~"

Although she hadn't managed to cling to Zhuang Sen and enjoy herself, Ines wasn't in a hurry since she was already satisfied. After all, her savior was so gentle and strong; he couldn't possibly run away. Besides, the matter of those inferior monsters really should be dealt with sooner rather than later, not to mention the threat from the other world. If she didn't eliminate them, she wouldn't dare to indulge herself too much when she was enjoying herself.

Ines slowly rose, her black wings folding and unfolding again, revealing a black feathered robe covering her perfect body. In the blink of an eye, she transformed from a charming and alluring young woman into a mysterious, majestic, and aloof powerhouse. Only when she looked at Zhuang Sen did her gray eyes flash with a shimmering light: "Well then, my dear, I'll go and carry out the plan now."

"Okay, go ahead... Wait a moment, I have something else to ask you." Zhuang Sen had already nodded; he had previously taken the time to explain the detailed plan to Ines, after all, he could still occasionally find a moment to speak. But then he immediately remembered something else: the [Core of Judgment] he had inexplicably obtained when he accompanied Lilith into the Angelic Sanctuary. Judging from the whole process at the time, Zhuang Sen strongly suspected that an angel had deliberately given it to him. According to the description, this should be the power core condensed by the [Angel of Judgment], but he hadn't seen the Angel of Judgment here.

After hearing this, Ines blinked and looked at Zhuang Sen with an adorable expression that was completely different from that of the Fallen Angel King: "This is what I gave you~ My mother was the Judgment Angel~ But she has passed away, and even the legacy she left behind was destroyed by the corruption of that King of No Light, so it's a pity that my dear can't meet her."

Zhuang Sen paused for a moment, then ruffled Ines's hair: "Or, we could kill her now, for the intelligence..."

"No need~" Ines shook her head, "It's been so long already, a little more won't make a difference. Besides, even if Mom were still alive, she wouldn't do it with you now that she has Dad~ Even if Dad is dead, that's the only thing that matters, no matter what kind of monster girl it is—hmm~"

Her cherry-colored lips were forcefully captured, and Ines's eyes widened. She instinctively wanted to utter something like, "Hey, I can't taste my mother's flavor like this," following her fallen instincts. But with Zhuang Sen's lips firmly on hers, she could only close her eyes, shielding the glistening tears, and immerse herself in Zhuang Sen's direct comfort. This time, even Lilith didn't interfere. Only after they separated did Ines pout her slightly swollen lips and playfully say, "So, my dear is so soft-hearted. Looks like I'll have to complain more often from now on~"

"Go ahead and do it, if you can handle it." Zhuang Sen held Ines's head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his thumb, and gently instructed, "Alright, do whatever you want from now on. Anyway, you are a fallen angel now, so it doesn't matter if you indulge yourself a little."

"I'll try my best, darling~" Ines smiled brightly, then sneakily licked Zhuang Sen's palm one last time, before triumphantly spreading her wings and flying out of the hall with the other fallen angels who were also fully prepared. Immediately, a violent tremor erupted outside, followed by a piercing roar, and the light flickered erratically, making Zhuang Sen very curious. He wondered what kind of monster the King of No Light was? Was it a light elemental?

However, whatever the King of No Light may be, she was clearly no match for the Angel King, who commanded hundreds of elite troops. The commotion quickly subsided, and Zhuang Sen even heard the communicator, which had rolled into the corner with his clothes, buzzing. Clearly, the King of No Light was losing and was calling for reinforcements.

But Zhuang Sen had no intention of answering the phone right now. Instead, he opened the system panel and, while Lilith and Zero helped him get dressed, began adjusting the status of the Angelic Sanctuary. He lowered the defenses here, changed the scene to damaged there, darkened the lighting effects, moved some angelic legacy remnants to safer locations, and then…

A cry of pain came from outside, followed by a surge of holy light. In the city, which had been filled with holy light, a corner devoid of it appeared. Everything was just as the King of Light had hoped, even better than she had imagined, especially given Ines's superb acting. The incessantly ringing communicator fell silent for a moment, only to erupt with an even louder sound immediately afterward.

Dressed neatly, Zhuang Sen slowly answered the phone, getting into the zone: "Plan is going well, King Wuguang, are things alright on your end?"

Chapter 338: Can There Be a Crown Prince Who Remains for Forty Years? (3049 words)

Grandia, the capital of the fallen star kingdom.

Crown Prince Gloria Anser of the Fallen Star Kingdom was preoccupied with state affairs. With both Baroo and Serafina absent, matters requiring royal attention naturally fell to him. Previously, he would have been overjoyed, for the responsibility of handling affairs represented power, and each decree meant deciding the fate of a nobleman, or even a group of nobles and their subjects. But now, he only felt weary. Everyone knew that no matter how hard he tried, his decisions would have no ultimate effect, just as he could not become the next King of Fallen Star.

Johnson Leon —

Gloria chewed on the name, as if he wanted to bite him to death. No, if he could, he would even like to tear him into pieces, swallow him whole, and then feed him to the dogs! It was all because of that damned, shameless lecher, that ruthless patricide! If he hadn't fallen for Serafina's seductive trap and been bewitched by that stupid girl Celine's looks, how could he have possibly lost to Serafina!

But the facts are already set in stone.

Earl of Johnson, Prince of Johnson, His Majesty Johnson—the undisputed top-tier powerhouse capable of killing that old fat woman Esther!

With such a person supporting him, what good are his political skills, his elite military, or his abundant resources? In what way can he compare to Zhuang Sen, who possesses a princely territory and an entire country? Therefore, he has only one choice: to ascend the throne ahead of schedule! To this end, he even accepted his uncle Borodi King Starr's invitation, determined to instigate a rebellion and turn against his father! After all, Borodi was right. If he could become a level five bloodline user, his right to succession in the Fallen Star Kingdom would even surpass that of Baro. Not to mention, with the Grand Duchy and the capital as their actual control, they also have the strength to resist Baro's counterattack. Zhuang Sen would not leave his newly established country just to help Celine ascend the throne.

The remnants of the surrounding areas and even the White City Federation probably wish he would leave that so-called "Holy Demon Kingdom"!

However, even this final plan was utterly destroyed not long ago—Borodi King Starr, Greya's dearest uncle, was dead. He died at the coronation of Johnson Leon, like a stray dog ​​on the street, at the hands of assassins from the Holy Kingdom. Greya initially refused to believe it; he preferred to believe that Barroo had discovered his and Borodi's conspiracy and killed Borodi, or that Johnson, to eliminate Grand Duke Borodi, shamelessly murdered him.

But as more intelligence came back, he had no choice but to believe it. The intelligence revealed the identical corpses of kings, dukes, and ministers who had no prior grudge against Zhuang Sen, and whom he had never even met before. The Holy Kingdom's presence became increasingly apparent, even leading to a religious rebellion in the capital. All of this indicated that Borodi was simply unlucky, swiftly defeated by the Holy Kingdom. Without Borodi, Gloria, as a nephew, naturally couldn't command the army of the Grand Duchy of Starr. After all, Borodi had adopted many daughters, each with inheritance rights and their own followers.

Therefore, he was now out of options. Even using the divine artifact again wouldn't help. The artifact could enhance his bloodline, but it couldn't increase its development level. Besides, he already had a level five bloodline, so the improvement was limited. Like Baroo, he might be invincible in a one-on-one fight among bloodline users, but against two, three, or even four... he would still lose. It was better to be more dignified...

"How diligent you are, Your Highness."

The sudden, humble voice jolted Gloria back to reality, his self-pity replaced by arrogance. Layers of earthen-yellow armor plates instantly covered his body, his heavy iron fist poised to strike. Combined with the gravity suppression that could be activated at any moment, he could easily crush the head of any level three bloodline user, or even a level four one. Having done all this, Gloria finally calmed down and looked at the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared before him. A slight sense told him that this person only possessed the strength of someone at the third awakening stage, and that their bloodline level was probably not high, which reassured him somewhat.

Then, he slowly spoke to the mysterious man in front of him, who was dressed in a white robe and whose chin was only partially visible: "Who are you? What do you want?"

The mysterious man—the Chosen One—chuckled, speaking with humility yet haughty words: "You know perfectly well who I am, but since Your Highness has spoken, please allow me to introduce myself—I am a servant of God, an agent, and also the guardian of ancient evil. I have come here to make a deal with Your Highness, a deal concerning the Fallen Star Throne."

The Chosen One's voice was gentle, the kind that inspires goodwill, but Gloria was even more intrigued by his words—one could say his heart was pounding! If, if he could truly gain the support of the Holy Kingdom, then perhaps he could indeed contend for the throne again! No, no, he should say, he could ascend the throne immediately! After all, the Chosen Ones of the Holy Kingdom possessed the ability to seal bloodlines, and their intelligence revealed incredibly powerful war machines and weapons! With such an army, even if his father… the Titan King returned, he wouldn't be able to shake his royal power!

But Gloria's rationality hadn't failed him; his not-so-dumb mind quickly laid out the reality before him. The Holy Kingdom and the Fallen Star Kingdom didn't even border each other. One or two, twenty or thirty, or even two or three hundred people might be able to sneak in unnoticed, but it was impossible for thousands or tens of thousands of troops to infiltrate. The speed at which a large army could travel was vastly different from that of elite spies. He couldn't possibly acquire such an army before Baro returned, unless the Holy Kingdom had already marched its troops over, but that was impossible.

It was indeed impossible. The Ferro world lacked teleportation technology, and even if it did, it couldn't be used in the Fallen Star Kingdom, which wasn't yet covered by it. He did have transport planes, but not many; he couldn't risk them being shot down to transport elite troops thousands of miles to the Fallen Star Kingdom. In fact, he sent the Ferro people here only to remove the so-called "divine artifacts," which were ancient relics left behind by the monster girl world. In fact, Ferro people were present in every country—except for the one where Zhuang Sen was—all with the same goal.

Considering that the Fallen Star Kingdom was where Zhuang Sen started his career, and given his relationship with Baroo, he didn't even think there would be any ancient relics from the Monster Girl World here. He only sent someone to seduce Greya because he wanted to annoy Zhuang Sen and the Monster Girl World, even if he didn't survive. After all, it would be a waste not to use such an easy-to-manipulate and useful pawn. As for the relics, how could they not have been taken by Zhuang Sen by now?

So after the Philo finished their opening platitudes, they didn't even bother to waste their breath trying to persuade him, but Gloria gave them a surprise: "I agree, your goal should be that artifact, right? Did Yelena tell you about it?"

Huh? No, you really have it?

The Philo people, taken aback, forgot their pretense: "Yes, but is it still here?"

Gloria nodded smugly: "Of course, although my father tried to move it, I can assure you it's still here, calling to me... calling to its true owner! But I suppose you're not planning to take it for nothing, are you?"

The Ferro man sized up Gloria, confirming that this wasn't Johnson Leon in disguise, but simply pure arrogance, before decisively speaking: "State your needs, Your Majesty."

“I need a force strong enough to protect my throne and control the entire kingdom—I need your bloodline-sealing technology, and your magical weapons and machines, enough to arm an army to suppress the whole country!” Gloria took a deep breath. “Give me these, and you can take the artifact.”

The Ferro nodded: "I can give you enough guns, cannons, tanks, and even airplanes—the weapons and machinery you mentioned—but the technique for sealing bloodlines needs to be learned. Moreover, to seal a bloodline user of the Titan King's level, you need to set up a magic array in advance. Alternatively, we can arrange a few agents for you. They can seal bloodlines instantly at the cost of their lives. Even the Titan King cannot be exempt from this. This has been proven."

"Furthermore, before these promises are fulfilled, I need to see the divine artifact first. Forgive my caution, but it's no ordinary thing, is it? And with my strength, I don't think you need to worry about me doing anything inappropriate."

“Of course, that’s a very reasonable request.” Gloria put down the quill pen that he had crushed into several pieces in his excitement, stood up, and, having no other choice, acted with great magnanimity. “But I think you can send a message back home first, because my father has hidden it very well, and we’ll probably need quite a while to find it.”

"What?" The Philo frowned. Gloria said, "Well, I'll take you to see it, and you'll see. Maybe you'll have a better idea."

"Ok."

The Philo followed Greya, passing through several corridors in the palace, and soon arrived at a dark basement lit only by a single candle. The basement was empty except for a stone archway embedded in the wall, from which a cold wind, as if from the depths of the earth, blew out.

“My father’s masterpiece, the Eternal Labyrinth of the Titan Kings. If I weren’t also an Earth Titan, and if the artifacts weren’t constantly calling to me and locating its position for me, I wouldn’t even dare to step into it.” Gloria patted the side of the archway and sighed. “If you don’t have a good solution, then we should at least be prepared to waste seven to ten days inside. And considering that my father has already sent a letter saying he’s preparing to return home, you’d better send what I need over quickly. Otherwise, I might at least have a whole corpse left, but you’ll probably only be a pile of minced meat, given to that evil Johnson as dipping sauce.”

Ferro remained silent and took out his phone.

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作者的话：进度更新：月票17/50，催更票0/50，打赏400/5000

Chapter 339: The Villain Who Always Gets the Key Items Before the Protagonist (3229 words)

Zhuang Sen spread his six wings above Purple Shirt City, the tips gleaming with a faint holy light, creating a gentle breeze as he pierced the clouds. Lisander lay on his left wing, her green hair billowing in the wind, her long legs, outlined by tight leather pants, resting lightly on the base of her feathers. She occasionally glanced down at the rooftops of Purple Shirt City passing by—the buildings covered in dark purple tiles stretched out like a velvet carpet spread across the earth. Piper, meanwhile, clung to the tip of his right wing, his golden tail wrapped around Zhuang Sen's arm, his furry ears pressed against his head by the wind, a piece of candy Zhuang Sen had given him dangling from his mouth, humming a little tune indistinctly.

Celine and Seraphine spread their dragon wings, their scales gleaming metallically in the sunlight, flanking Johnson on either side. Celine flicked tiny flames from her fingertips at the clouds, watching the vapors turn to white smoke; Seraphine, meanwhile, listened intently, her dragon-like hearing picking up the commotion in the streets below, occasionally sharing with Johnson things like, "The kids down there are fighting over candy," or "The aroma from the bakery is wafting up."

The entity in question, [Relic? Pure Purification], floated ahead, its transparent body swirling with multicolored light patterns and occasionally emitting a clear hum, as if responding to the chimes of the Purple Robe City below. Meanwhile, Zero clung to Zhuang Sen, playfully wrestling with Liulige—Zero would conjure silver tentacles to poke Liulige, while Liulige would unleash streams of water in retaliation—pure emotion, devoid of meaning.

"At this rate, we should be in the capital in another hour, right?" Lisander looked up at Johnson, her green eyes filled with anticipation. Although she had escaped the confinement of her time as the Golden Daughter, she had never actually been to the capital.

After passing Purple Robe City, they had entered the capital's sphere of influence, though it was still a bit of a distance away... about an hour, which was a bit long, mainly because Zhuang Sen wasn't traveling at top speed and hadn't even used many support spells. Just as Zhuang Sen was leisurely passing through a white cloud, a ringtone sounded, prompting him to pull out his communicator in confusion: "King Wuguang, is there news so quickly?"

With Ines's cooperation, King Wuguang's trust in Zhuang Sen has reached a new high. Having successfully "re-infiltrated" the Angel Sanctuary, she has regained her former calm and composed demeanor and fulfilled her promise to Zhuang Sen, beginning to investigate news about the Holy Kingdom for him—but how long has it been? There is already news.

The calm voice of King Wuguang rang out: "I suppose so. Just now, a group of aircraft carrying many soldiers from the Holy Kingdom, along with their vehicles and weapons, headed towards the Fallen Star Kingdom. I just received the news. As you know, the Holy Kingdom is mobilizing troops everywhere right now. At first, I thought these people were just support troops sent to the front lines, but I didn't expect their destination to be the Fallen Star Kingdom. I think you should be very interested in this."

“Yes, I am indeed very interested, thank you, King Wuguang,” Zhuang Sen replied. “Do you know their goals and reasons? How many people are there?”

The Heartless King, having come prepared, answered easily: "According to my intelligence, there are a total of thirteen fully loaded, largest-sized aircraft. Their code name in the Holy Church is [Divine Throne]. Theoretically, they can carry 2,600 people. In addition, five of them also carry their largest war chariots, [Divine Might]. I don't know if they are carrying people, but the power of these machines alone is no less than that of juvenile demons. Although it probably won't be a problem for you, don't forget that they also have the technology to seal bloodlines. Be careful."

"I understand, thank you." Zhuang Sen hung up the call, put the communicator back in his pocket, and sighed, "It seems that my brother-in-law has not given up on his dream of becoming king, and has actually found the only feasible way for him."

Celine and Serafina spread their dragon wings and came to either side of Johnson. They were not surprised by Gloria's actions, but were concerned about something else: "The key point is, what did he use to convince the Holy Kingdom to support him, and even be willing to send troops to him from such a distance?"

“What else could it be but the [Transformation]?” Ling Ning revealed her exquisite features and gave the answer. “The Fallen Star Kingdom only has this one left, something that the Holy Kingdom values ​​so much.”

Gazing at the gradually clearing Grandia, the capital city of the fallen star, Zhuang Sen sighed, "It seems a father truly understands his son's worth; otherwise, it would be too late for us to get there now." Since Baroo was preparing to entrust the artifact to Zhuang Sen, he had naturally explained the protective measures he had set up, hence Zhuang Sen's sigh. However, after his sigh, Zhuang Sen's previous leisurely demeanor vanished, and layers of light began to shimmer around him. "Hold on tight, my dear wives, it's time to accelerate!"

Lysander immediately hugged her wings tightly, her green mane turning pale gold in the holy light; Piper buried her face in Johnson's arm, only her two furry ears showing; Celine and Serafina's dragon wings also fully unfolded, their scales taut, keeping up with Johnson's accelerating speed; the buzzing of the Glass Song became more rapid, the light patterns in its transparent body flowing faster; Zero clung even tighter, its semi-transparent body conforming to Johnson's waistline to avoid being scattered by the high-speed airflow.

……

“We need to speed things up, Johnson Leon is coming.”

In the dark and silent labyrinth, the impeccably white-robed Fero suddenly spoke, causing Gloria, who was walking ahead, to pause. However, this dutiful son did not question how this agent of the gods had received the information in this underground labyrinth, nor did he inquire about the whereabouts of the army promised by the Holy Kingdom, because these questions were now meaningless. From the moment he brought this spy of the Holy Kingdom into the labyrinth, he had no way out. Even if it were Johnson Leon who came, or even if it were Baroque who returned and discovered this scene, he would only punch him in the head.

His only option now was to find the artifact as quickly as possible. Whether he used its power to gain the strength to protect himself and defend the capital, or he used it to relocate to the Holy Kingdom and pray that the Holy Kingdom could defeat Zhuang Sen and his lackeys, allowing him to smoothly succeed as the King of Fallen Star, either option was acceptable to him. So after pausing, his pace quickened. The power of the Earth Titan surged within him, each step causing the ground to tremble slightly, his footprints sinking deep into the dusty stone slabs. His breathing was rapid, his chest heaving, but his eyes were filled with fervor—and, perhaps it was just his imagination, the call echoing in his heart seemed to become clearer with his urgency, pointing in a more precise direction. It was as if the artifact was guiding him, telling him, "You are the true master."

"Almost there...almost there..." Gloria murmured to himself, quickening his pace. He could feel the aura of the divine artifact ahead, its intoxicating power making his blood boil. He could almost see himself grasping the artifact, gaining power beyond anything, trampling Zhuang Sen under his feet, sitting on the throne of the Fallen Star Kingdom, and receiving the adoration of everyone.

This must be the guidance of the divine artifact! Indeed, he is it; he is the true master of the divine artifact! Only he can unleash its true power, and he will become a god!

The power of the Earth Titan's third awakening erupted once more. Gloria strode forward, sprinting towards the location guided by the artifact, resolutely traversing each fork in the road. The Philo, though bewildered by Gloria's madness, could only increase the output of their leg structures to keep pace, their heavy footsteps echoing through the dark, silent underground labyrinth. Finally, after running for three hours, twenty-five minutes, and eighteen seconds, they arrived at an archway, from which shone a light distinctly different from that of torches.

However, at this moment, Gloria suddenly stopped. He could vaguely hear footsteps coming from the archway in front of him, and... a familiar aura? His heart clenched, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart.

"What's wrong?" the Ferro asked, his voice devoid of emotion, as if a machine were speaking.

Gloria didn't answer, but clenched his fist, the power of the Earth Titan gathering in his palm, gleaming with an earthy yellow light. He took a deep breath, strode towards the archway ahead—whoever dared to block his path, he would crush them with his own hands!

The moment Gloria passed through the archway, her pupils contracted sharply, and her blood seemed to freeze in that instant.

Before them stood an incredibly vast hall, its dome so high it seemed to reach the horizon, its walls inlaid with luminous crystals that illuminated the entire space. On the high platform in the center of the hall, adorned with golden patterns and red silk, it appeared extravagant and opulent. And atop the platform, a pink heart-shaped object lay silently, radiating a mesmerizing light. Even someone utterly oblivious, devoid of any understanding, even those unfamiliar with the concepts of artifacts and treasures, would immediately recognize upon seeing it as the most precious, powerful, and beautiful treasure in the world! This was the heirloom artifact of the Fallen Star Kingdom, which Gloria had so desperately desired.

But at this moment, seeing it, Gloria felt no joy whatsoever; instead, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, because seven more people had appeared in front of the artifact. Gloria recognized five of them, especially the handsome man who was reaching for the artifact—he would remember him even if he were reduced to ashes.

"Johnson Leon—!!!"

A blood-curdling roar erupted from Gloria's mouth. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, staring intently at Zhuang Sen, his body trembling violently with rage. "How could you be here! How could you possibly be here!!!" He had clearly followed the artifact's guidance, avoiding all the traps, and rushed here at breakneck speed. How could Zhuang Sen have gotten there first? And shouldn't Zhuang Sen still be in White City? How could he suddenly appear here?

Actually, he had been there for quite a while, but Zhuang Sen, who had deliberately struck a pose before Gloria arrived, turned to look at him and said casually, "Oh, so you still chose to disobey your father's orders, Gloria. That's a good thing. And I guess what you want to ask is why I got here before you. You should already know the answer, don't you?"

Zhuang Sen placed his hand on the [Relic - Transcendence Transformation], and a pink light bloomed. Zhuang Sen's voice seemed to become erratic in the light effect, but it still caused great harm to Gloria, because Zhuang Sen said, "Of course, it was Baroo who gave his beloved daughter and son-in-law the key to the direct passage. You don't have it, do you?"

Chapter 340: The Female Succubus is an Indispensable Element

Pink light flowed like water across the vast, mysterious hall, dyeing the luminous crystals on the stone walls a soft pinkish-white. Even the air was filled with a faint, sweet fragrance, making it feel as if one had stepped into a meticulously decorated young girl's boudoir. Gloria, like a defeated dog who had strayed into forbidden territory, stood tense and out of place in this pink light. His expression was like a spilled palette—veins bulging in his rage, teeth clenched in anger, eyes reddening in resentment, lips drooping in sorrow, pupils unfocused in despair, and finally, all emotions coalesced into a knot, frozen in utter despair. This middle-aged man, who was actually quite handsome, slumped, his shoulders hunched as if all strength had been drained from him, even his clenched fists slowly loosening, clearly having given up the struggle.

He knew all too well that he had absolutely no chance of snatching the artifact from Zhuang Sen—it was the artifact of a fifth-level bloodline user who could single-handedly kill Esther and suppress the entire White City! If the army promised by the Holy Kingdom could arrive in time, he might be able to put up a fight in an open area, but now, facing him head-on in this narrow hall, he wasn't confident he could win against Zhuang Sen, let alone Celine and Serafina, who were watching him with cold eyes not far away. Especially Serafina; the aura emanating from that woman far surpassed his, faintly revealing the pressure of a fourth awakening, which made his heart tighten just by feeling it.

"As long as you're alive, there's a chance..." Gloria murmured to himself, trying to convince himself with this phrase. Giving up the fight might save his life; as long as he was alive, there was always a chance to make a comeback—but he never expected that the so-called "opportunity" would come so quickly.

Just as he stared at the ground, lost in despair, the soft, scattered pink light suddenly moved! The light seemed to come alive, coalescing into a tangible beam that gently pushed away Zhuang Sen's hand that was resting on the artifact. Gloria's eyes widened abruptly, a glint of light instantly igniting in her dark pupils: "Could it be... that the artifact has recognized me as its master? It won't accept anyone else's touch!"

A desperate obsession drove him to cling to this "lifeline," pushing his self-brainwashing to its extreme. As if responding to his expectations, the pink light erupted once more, this time directly surging towards Zhuang Sen—large patches of "injuries" instantly appeared on Zhuang Sen's body, his skin reddening as if scorched by flames, or strangely mottled as if stained with acid. Even he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan; clearly, these were not feigned minor injuries, but genuine damage! What delighted Gloria even more was that the pink light continued to intensify, engulfing even Celine, Serafina, and the other women around Zhuang Sen, leaving only a faint, pulsating glow in the hall.

As expected, the divine artifact is on my side! Its power is far greater than what it previously displayed! I, I, I am the true master of the divine artifact, the King of Fallen Stars!

In stark contrast to his ecstatic joy, the Ferro man beside him showed surprise for the first time—though his expression remained stiff, the mechanical glint in his eyes flickered noticeably. The intelligence he received from the Ferro world clearly stated that Zhuang Sen was the chosen ruler of the Monster Girl world, yet this scene contradicted it entirely: the relic of the Monster Girl world was rejecting its ruler? Was this person an imposter? Or was this relic not from the Monster Girl world at all?

The Ferro looked down at the gem at the top of his scepter—the detector's light was steady, indicating the information was correct. The only possibility was… “internal strife.” This term, so familiar to the Ferro who had experienced seventy-three world wars, instantly formed in his logic module. The social structure of the monster girl world was inherently backward, with a complex mix of races and groups, making irreconcilable hatred all the more normal. If the current Ferros weren't all “brand new,” they would probably have already descended into infighting—which is precisely why the Ferro world chose to purify new individuals rather than let them inherit the grudges of the old era.

Having figured this out, the Philo relaxed his guard, quietly retreating a few steps and hiding in the shadows of the hall, keeping only one eye on the scene, ready to observe the situation at any moment. But as soon as he retreated behind a stone pillar, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his neck—with a soft "smack," he was pinned to the ground before he even had a chance to resist, and his consciousness instantly went dark.

He was pinned to the ground and then lost consciousness.

"It's all done, honey."

Serafina's icy voice pierced through the hazy pink mist, like a bucket of ice water poured directly over Gloria's head. He froze, his ecstatic smile frozen on his face, staring blankly as the light gradually dissipated—only to see Zhuang Sen standing unharmed, his hand once again resting on the heart-shaped artifact. The artifact, which had been "fiercely resisting" just moments before, was now as docile as a kitten, slowly shrinking to the size of his palm, settling in Zhuang Sen's hand, leaving only a faint pink halo that danced gently at his fingertips.

The hope that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant, leaving not even ashes.

Gloria watched this scene with utter despair, her lips trembling as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Suddenly, a cloyingly sweet and irritating voice rang out, filled with undisguised arrogance: "Trash~ Trash~ You think you're liked just because you played a couple of recordings~ You don't really think this princess would like a country bumpkin, cowardly, ugly, pathetic middle-aged cannon fodder like you~ Don't you even know to take a piss and look in the mirror~ Trash~ Weakling~ Maggot~ You're utterly worthless, not even a hair's breadth of my dear Master Zhuang Sen's trash~"

At the sound, a pink-haired girl hopped to Zhuang Sen's side. She was wearing a tight black leather outfit, but her almost nonexistent chest made what should have been a very sexy outfit look like children's clothing; and her naturally arrogant and domineering demeanor ruined the natural cuteness brought by her delicate round face and one canine tooth, making one just want to punch her in the stomach.