Chapter 1318 - 629: The Wheel of Fate Turns, Six Great Orders Besiege the Nest City (Part 2)

The instinctive offensiveness towards "Vlad III" didn’t lead to avoidance; instead, it was proactively given away.

With slightly puckered blaze-red lips, she leaned forward to kiss Byron’s lip corner. The allure in her starry eyes was like water, intoxicating without realizing, and even if realized, willingly dying from her poison.

When Lilith ruled many Night Demon Kingdoms during the Mythological Era, she used this very method.

After a Fifth Order Pseudo-God occupies the Immortal Stairway, it’s as if they establish an independent base, gaining a certain autonomy, making it difficult for the Old Gods to force them to risk their lives.

But if they are influenced with "advantageous guidance," leveraging benefits and beauty to drive them, it’s much simpler.

During the Mythological Era, Lilith nurtured countless favorites, each being the most influential figures or young geniuses among the many Night Demon Kingdoms.

They fought amongst each other, always seeking to outshine others to win the Mother Goddess’s favor. Lilith only needed to lie on her bed to firmly rule all night demons.

This time, the old tactics were used again, first offering a light kiss, giving him a taste, when "Vlad III" was still in a daze.

Splash...

The sound of water emerged, and Lilith placed her smooth, elongated, column-like beautiful leg onto his shoulder, the buttery smooth calf rubbing against his cheeks, making one wish to bite it fiercely.

Then the bend of her leg hooked around his nape, pulling closer, creating ambiguity.

Lilith is an Old God who, like Echidna, has lived through three eras, witnessing countless strong individuals and geniuses.

[Thorny Duke] Vlad III isn’t the strongest nor the most talented among them.

In the heart of the Night Demon Mother, controlling this young man of barely two hundred years with little experience is effortless.

If Byron knew her thoughts, he would only dismiss them with a laugh:

’Ridiculous, I’m actually just twenty.’

Lilith exhaled a fragrant breath at Byron, her smile becoming ever more enchanting, suddenly transforming from the sacred Mother Goddess into a seductive demoness that one could indulge in:

"Vlad, do you know? The legend of the Mother of Creation has been interrupted in this world for far too long.

Humans have also occupied this Material World for far too long.

I have returned to decide among the Night Demon Monarchs and Princes to choose someone as my husband, to create a whole new species with him, bringing humans back to their original place.

I hope the one who ultimately stands out will be you!

Your performance today has greatly pleased me.

If you achieve further merits in the future, I might just let you become the first... man of my incarnation.

Until decades before the Spiral Annals and my true form descend, you could always have me."

Byron’s face was full of zeal, pledging loyalty again:

"Loyalty to Mother Goddess! I’ll definitely be your sharpest spear and strongest shield.

If anyone harms you, they must step over my corpse, Vlad III’s!"

Yet he clearly knew she was playing hard to get, painting big promises.

The unattainable is always the best; she likely already mentioned such words to countless people, even Vlad III’s father, the Night Demon Monarch is among them.

He even vaguely guessed the type of task she would assign him that would warrant such a level of temptation.

Sure enough, Lilith’s next statement was:

"Let Joan of Arc stay by your side to serve as your fleet’s deputy commander.

Previously, your absolute strength wasn’t a match for Joan, but as long as you hold on to either of these two Holy Artifacts, you will no longer be at a disadvantage.

This is the opportunity I’m creating for you, make sure to grasp it well."

"Yes, Great Mother Goddess!"

Conquer Joan of Arc’s heart and mind as decreed is a wonderful blessing, a windfall for any night demon.

Only Byron knows, Joan of Arc must personally hand over her [Rudder] to Lilith to truly become the "Blood Angel."

Lilith’s purpose is to let him keep provoking Joan, tempting her to continuously fall until she becomes the second incarnation, absorbing Immortal Divinity’s power.

If Vlad III has the ability, even forcibly taking the Holy Knight girl’s body, enacting the "Holy Knight’s Evil Descent," she wouldn’t mind.

As long as she achieves her goal, no matter how miserable the end of this "straw" used for retrieving Immortal Divinity, it doesn’t matter.

In the world of ravens, even a swan has Original Sin, just perfectly using the large dye vat of Night Demons to completely stain Joan black.

Byron shook his head internally; if he hadn’t infiltrated the night demon’s ranks, even if Joan had greater abilities, she wouldn’t escape Lilith’s scheming.

After helping her achieve her goal, she would undoubtedly be devoured whole by a group of night demons coveting this Saintess.

Lilith, unable to read Byron’s mind, released his body, sinking back into the blood, waving him away:

"You may go."

Byron bowed again, and upon leaving, he grasped the [Bone Zither] on the table in his hand.

Both Zero-Level Sacred Relics are very powerful and well-suited to Byron’s capabilities.

However, aside from the capability, each entails a different cost.

This is the "secret door" Lilith hadn’t told him in advance.

"[Bone Zither] requires its owner to feed it ten people’s worth of blood, bones, and brain matter daily, or it will gradually grow into the user’s flesh, eating away the user’s bones and bone marrow, then replacing them.

Finally turning the user into a Bone Demon under its control."