Chapter 32: Chapter32-Lady Black Goat
The elderly and the weak were devoured by the spellbeast, yet the villagers who remained showed no reaction. Their faces were blank, their gazes lifeless, as if those who had just been eaten were strangers rather than their own kin.
After the village had fallen under the rule of the spellbeast, any who dared to resist had already been eaten.
Any who harbored rebellious thoughts had also been devoured.
Now, only those who had abandoned all resistance remained.
They had lost all hope.
The power of the spellbeast was overwhelming. The young and strong of the village, including its awakeners, had been slaughtered in an instant when they tried to fight back.
Those who attempted to flee had all been captured—not a single one had escaped.
With no way out, the villagers could only accept their fate.
It was as if they had been born solely to be devoured by the spellbeast.
Some accepted this reality willingly, others with resignation.
To them, becoming food was perhaps the only true liberation left.
In the Cave
Inside a dark cavern, Claw Tyrant, a massive spellbeast known for its bloodthirsty nature, had just unleashed a scarlet storm, consuming an entire group of villagers.
Stretching its enormous ten-meter-tall body, its bones crackled like frying beans as it moved lazily.
Around it, a group of young, beautiful women stood stiffly, their faces devoid of emotion as they polished its glossy black fur, making it gleam even more.
However, despite having devoured so many humans, Claw Tyrant still felt unsatisfied.
Its face twisted with irritation, and suddenly, it raised a massive black paw.
With a casual swipe, its razor-sharp claws shredded several of the women serving it into pieces.
It inhaled deeply, drawing their flesh and blood into its mouth in a whirlwind of gore.
Only after devouring over a dozen more did Claw Tyrant finally feel satiated.
Rubbing its bloated chest, it let out a cruel, satisfied grin.
Just as it was about to rest, a red-furred baboon suddenly dashed into the cave from the jungle.
Its movements were swift and frantic, its entire body bristling with alarm.
"Lord of the Fallen, we have a serious problem!"
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The moment it entered, the red-furred baboon began jumping about, speaking in a sharp, hoarse voice:
"The serpent envoy, Kong envoy, and pine tree envoy all went to wipe out that troublesome village on the outskirts of the Fallen Lands... but none of them have returned!"
"The spellbeasts in the outskirts all sensed an overwhelming power coming from that direction!"
As it spoke, the baboon's fear intensified.
Those three envoys were among the strongest spellbeasts under Claw Tyrant's command, each possessing tier-3 mid-level power—a terrifying force.
Yet after they went to Annasi, they vanished without a trace!
Not long ago, a frightening aura had been felt emanating from Annasi.
Although the baboon found it hard to believe that a mere village could threaten them...
The fact remained: they had disappeared.
For a tier-2 late-stage spellbeast like the baboon, those three envoys were far beyond its level.
If even they had disappeared...
How could it not be terrified?
Hearing this, Claw Tyrant, who had just been preparing for sleep, suddenly opened his blood-red eyes, locking onto the baboon.
"Useless fools! They couldn't even destroy a single village!"
He roared in rage, but quickly calmed himself, his tone turning cold.
"Still, while they may have been idiots, they were still powerful idiots. For them to disappear in that village... something strange must be going on."
"The old lady is about to awaken. Once she does, have her go take a look."
Two Days Later
On the morning of the third day, outside the cavern, a black-furred mountain goat strode in gracefully.
Despite appearing as a goat, she stood on two legs, her plump, curvaceous body swaying seductively.
Her wide, full hips moved rhythmically with each step, like two bouncing spheres of flesh.
Most dangerously of all, beneath her tail, a black abyss lay hidden—a sight that could trap any soul in eternal longing.
The moment she entered, Claw Tyrant immediately stepped out of the cave respectfully.
"Old lady, you're finally awake! I missed you so much!"
Lady Black Goat rolled her eyes.
"Hmph! I bet you only woke me up because you need something. Let me guess—you're planning to deal with the stone giant?"
Claw Tyrant chuckled, his expression fawning.
"Oh, my dear old lady, how could you say that? Can't I simply miss my wife? My heart aches for you! That's all!"
Lady Black Goat knew Claw Tyrant well.
She was well aware that he was a self-serving brute—if he was being affectionate, it meant he wanted something.
Still, during her hibernation, her power had greatly increased.
Even against the stone giant, whose thick skin was notoriously hard to penetrate, she was confident she could break through its defenses.
Once that happened, even that fearsome spellbeast would be nothing special.
"Alright, let's talk inside. Since I just woke up, I hope you've prepared a proper feast for me."
Claw Tyrant grinned broadly.
"Of course! I've prepared a fine selection of human women for you. Eating them will be an incredible boon to your power!"
Upon hearing this, Lady Black Goat finally smiled.
"Now that's more like it! With their nourishment, I'll be even more irresistible to humans! They'll become my puppets, my warriors, fighting for me in duels!"
Licking her lips, her eyes shimmered with a seductive allure.
Had a human man been present, he would have instantly fallen under her spell, seeing her as the most gorgeous, enchanting woman imaginable.
He would have rushed to her side, obeying her every command—becoming her loyal slave would have seemed like the greatest honor.
Claw Tyrant had expected this reaction, though his expression remained conflicted.
Despite their marital title, nothing had ever truly happened between them.
In truth, he was merely a convenient tool—a "husband" Lady Black Goat had chosen so she could experience the concept of love that humans were so obsessed with.
Leading Lady Black Goat into the cavern, Claw Tyrant watched as she smiled playfully, eyeing the gathered human women with delight.
She could tell that Claw Tyrant had put effort into selecting high-quality prey this time.
Raising a beckoning finger, she called the women forward.
Despite their initial terror, they instantly fell under her spell—their divine points disrupted, they saw her as their true love and hurried toward her.
The moment they reached her—
Her long, sinister tongue pierced their bodies, draining them of their blood and flesh in an instant.
Each victim collapsed into shriveled husks, exuding a rotting stench, like discarded waste.
Absorbing their life force, Lady Black Goat's power surged.
Her form constantly shifted, morphing into various women she had encountered before.
Though her face changed, her figure remained constant—
Large.
Larger.
Absolutely enormous.
Even Claw Tyrant was momentarily dazed, his blood surging, his energy boiling like a raging storm.
After admiring the sight for a while, Claw Tyrant finally spoke.
"Old lady, are you satisfied with my hospitality?"
"Not bad, not bad."
Lady Black Goat licked her lips.
"Now tell me, what do you want from me this time?"
With a chuckle, Claw Tyrant explained:
"There's a place called Annasi. Some unknown spellbeast there is pretending to be a god."
"It wiped out many of my spellbeasts—including my three tier-3 envoys."
"It might even be tier-3 peak or tier-4."
Lady Black Goat smirked.
"So you want me to go with you, just to be safe?"
Claw Tyrant nodded eagerly.
"Exactly! If we kill it, we can absorb its corpse and grow even stronger!"
"Since you treated me well today, I'll go with you. But if this 'god' turns out to be a male spellbeast... well, that could be interesting."
Hearing this, Claw Tyrant grinned, overjoyed.