Lity remained imposing, her loyal eyes glowing like embers in the ravaged forest. Her long braided hair swayed gently with the cool day breeze, while her dark lips curled into a cruel smile. In her firm hand, Lucius’s neck trembled, his veins pulsing with desperation. The acolyte of light struggled to break free, his aura flickering between flashes of brilliance and impending shadows. But there was no escape.
Lity’s fingers tightened around Lucius’s throat, and her smile widened as she felt his bones begin to give way. The mage’s eyes shone brightly one last time before his light was extinguished forever. Silence took over the place as his lifeless body fell to the ground, leaving only the echo of the shock.
With a predatory gaze, Lity raised her chin and watched her army, scattered like a ravenous swarm among the trees. Her command resonated like a sentence:
"Take what you want and kill as many as you can."
The forest became a stage of chaos as her warriors advanced. Satisfied, Lity sat like a cold, merciless sovereign. She crossed her long black legs over one another and leaned back slightly, savoring the taste of victory against a level 3 acolyte.
"Buzz~~"
Then, a bolt of energy cut through the air like a burning blade, striking her directly. On impact, she felt the electricity course through her body, but something familiar reverberated in that energy. Her heart, accustomed to the cold, was consumed by an overwhelming fury as she recognized the magical signature.
"Bleia..." she murmured, her voice heavy with hatred and concern.
The message came interrupted by several emotions: pleasure, anger, helplessness, but Lity heard it clearly.
"HELP ME, sister!! HELP ME... I’M BEING RAPED!"
Her entire body tensed, and her fists clenched so tightly that sparks of pure dark magic exploded around her. Her fierce gaze lifted to the skies, and like a wolf on the scent of blood, she leaped, following the trail of the lightning that had struck her. Each beat of her heart screamed for murder.
She would not rest until she discovered who dared to lay a hand on her sister.
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After cumming a few more times, I finally left Bleia, who had almost fainted several times. My sperm was so deep in her uterus and anus that she would certainly have to take several potions if she wanted to be without my remnants in her body.
I grabbed everything I could and got into the armor again. As soon as I activated it, the motor vibrated and the springs in the robotic legs flexed as I began to run away from the scene.
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Lity descended from the sky like a silent shadow, landing softly among the trees. The wind carried the scent of dampness and earth, but a strange odor disturbed the air. A foul, heavy smell that made her stomach turn. Her sharp eyes swept across the green forest, and then she saw it: a cave hidden among the rocks and the twisted roots of an ancient tree.
Without hesitation, she floated toward the cave’s entrance, her heart beating faster. As she crossed the threshold, the sight before her made her blood boil.
Bleia was lying on the ground, bound by rough ropes and covered in a viscous white liquid. Her body trembled, her face was dirty, and her wide eyes overflowed with fear and desperation. The stench of desecration was overwhelming. Lity felt her chest burn with hatred, her hands shaking with contained fury.
She knelt beside her sister and, with a delicate gesture, touched the young woman’s dirty face.
"What happened?" Lity asked, her voice heavy with concern and suppressed rage.
Bleia coughed weakly before trying to speak, her throat dry and her breathing irregular. "He... he caught me by surprise and raped me for several minutes..." Her words came out with difficulty, as if recalling the event itself attacked her anew. "He was an acolyte... level two... blue eyes... blonde hair... he’s an engineer and has a mechanical armor." She swallowed hard, her voice faltering. "V-villain’s smile... A smile that would make any woman tremble..."
Lity clenched her fists tightly, her eyes burning with growing fury. "Where did he go?"
With difficulty, Bleia raised her trembling hand and pointed beyond the trees, in a specific direction. Lity did not hesitate. She retrieved several potions from her belt and gently placed them in her sister’s hands.
"Take this. It will help restore your strength," she said, her voice firm but filled with tenderness.
Bleia nodded weakly, holding the potions as if they were her last hope.
Lity rose, her eyes flashing with the thirst for vengeance. Without another word, she propelled herself into the air, shooting toward the direction of the culprit. Her heart beat with a single thought: to spill blood.
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I slow my run, still feeling the momentum from the steam springs in my armor, which snap and flex with every movement. The dark metal and the tubes surrounding me seem to come alive with each step, as if they were part of my body. The green forest still rushes by, the sound of the wind cutting through the air and the hiss of the machine resonating in my ears.
After a few minutes of high speed, I finally manage to reduce my pace. My feet still make a "clank, clank" sound on the wet dirt floor, but now I can focus on the items I’ve collected.
I crouch, still a bit out of breath, and examine my inventory. My hands grab the three healing potions, the small bottles glowing with a soft aura. The liquid inside them is a deep green. Next, I grab the fire potion. The bottle feels even warmer to the touch, the red liquid inside seeming to pulse with furious energy, ready to be released at the right moment.
I look at the two food potions. They’re smaller. I carefully place them beside the others.
Then, I kneel and pull a small necklace from inside my bag. The pendant is heavy, with a dark glow that sends a shiver down my spine. It’s the signature of a dark mage. I can feel the malevolent presence emanating from it, a subtle force. I don’t know exactly what it means, but I know it must be some kind of identity.
Finally, I count the 32 magic crystals.
Satisfied with what I’ve gathered, I rise, feeling like I’ve accomplished a good part of my objective. Now, all that’s left is to head to the tower on top of Mount Sol and deliver the mission. And, of course, warn about the small invasion of dark acolytes.
A shiver runs down my spine, so intense it feels like a direct warning from my body. Before I can process what’s happening, the virtual lab in my head beeps urgently, the red lights flashing frantically. The words appear clearly: ["Roll to the side!"].
Without thinking twice, I obey the command, throwing myself to the side with an agile movement, the metal of my armor making a clinking sound as I quickly move away from the center of the area.
When I get up and look up, my heart freezes. In the sky, floating with a threatening presence, is a woman. She stares at me with penetrating eyes, like a predator, and her gaze is so intense that it makes the air around me vibrate.
Her skin is as black as night, and her mature yet imposing beauty makes me swallow hard. She looks like a demon in its purest form, and something about her reminds me of Bleia, but with a darker and more dangerous tone. Before I can react further, something in my mind makes the connection — I know who she is.
I smile, trying to maintain control of the situation, and say calmly, "I assume you’re Bleia’s sister, right?"
She looks at me with a deadly gaze, and the rage spills out of her voice when she speaks. "Filthy rapist, how dare you? Rape my sister? Especially a light mage like you. You defiled her with your filthy seeds. You worm, I swear I will tear you to pieces!"
Those words hit me, but what bothered me more was the blind rage she felt. She was at the point of no rationality, just destruction. But I couldn’t back down now.
My smile widened slightly, then I moved my armored arm toward her, who was still floating, and asked a question, more out of necessity than courtesy: "Could you tell me your name?"
She glared at me with contempt before answering with a voice full of fury. "My name is Lity. And I will destroy you into pieces."
The threat was clear, but something inside me remained firm. The tension in my mind spiked, and with a mental command, I ordered, "Lock target on Lity’s forehead."
The virtual lab confirmed with precision. ["Target locked successfully."]
I didn’t hesitate. With a simple motion of my arm, the MG-Tyrant 001 in my armor began to spin. The sound of the machine heating up was like a symphony of destruction. I held the trigger, and the weapon responded immediately, starting to spit out bullets of such caliber that they could pierce tanks.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
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"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
But something unexpected happened. The bullets that were heading toward Lity began to veer off course, ricocheting off something invisible that I hadn’t anticipated. My eyes widened as I realized what was happening. An invisible force barrier surrounded her. Every shot from my weapon, no matter how powerful, dissipated against the shield. Not even the most powerful ammunition could scratch the surface of the barrier. She was protected by something that seemed almost impenetrable.
"Shit~~" I said, realizing I was fucked.
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