Chapter 1079: The Temptation of the Slutty Succubus

Chapter 1079: The Temptation of the Slutty Succubus

The true appearance of the Maid of Slaanesh is characterized by the combination of male and female. She can be both male and female, and do whatever makes her happy.

Gajeel could keenly sense that the human aura of the strange man who suddenly appeared, who could be either a man or a woman, was becoming increasingly weaker. Could this be some kind of fruit ability?

Sauron looked at the slaves around him who were rescued by her and were bewitched by Slaanesh, and knew that something bad was going to happen soon.

"The group of slaves in front of you were all captured as sacrifices to revive the princess. At least tens of thousands of them were killed and their bodies are buried underground."

Sauron did not respond directly to the temptation of the Maid of Slaanesh. He had no interest in the opposite sex and abandoned the most primitive physical desires of men and women. He longed for a higher level of power.

Slaanesh can provide higher-level desires, but the Slaanesh maid in front of him is too low-level to touch the higher-level pleasures, and can only seduce a group of ordinary people with weak minds.

Once again being rejected in person, as a member of Slaanesh he also has to save face. Since the other party refuses to accept his toast, he will have to drink a penalty drink.

"I want the heads of those two men. After the deed is done, I will give you pleasure and freedom. Go, lost lambs, and offer your loyalty to the princess."

After the succubus released her devilish voice, she twisted her body and released an intoxicating aura. The slaves who had just escaped from their heavy shackles began to look dazed.

They once struggled in the dark slavery, but it was Sauron who passed by, wielded his sharp sword, cut off the chains that bound them, and gave them the dawn of freedom.

But now, under the erosion of the evil power of the succubus, the seeds of hatred grew wildly, and the original hatred for the slave owners began to be grafted onto the liberators.

The slaves' faces were hideous with distorted emotions. They picked up any usable "weapons" on the ground, such as the chains that once bound them, or the stones at their feet, or the leg bones of other slaves.

They were mumbling incoherent curses, their eyes were glowing pink, and they were like hungry beasts, ready to attack at any time.

Zoro's face turned pale. He looked at these people who had been saved by him in disbelief, but they became his enemies because of a single sentence.

It was worse than the worst case scenario expected. Sauron had previously judged that the resurrected would take slaves as hostages to threaten him, using the lives of the weak to torture the hearts of the strong.

"Do you have any way to wake them up?"

"No, but I have an idea. If we kill that brainwashing monster, maybe the problem can be solved."

In response to Zoro's question, Gajeel gave his current judgment. If he could kill the Slaanesh maid hiding behind the slave, the current difficulties might be solved immediately.

"Then let's all attack together!"

Zoro and Gajeel are ready for the fight. The slaves, who have been brainwashed hundreds of times, finally can't stand the temptation of sexual abuse and take the first step towards their benefactor?

In the dim underground palace, hundreds of brainwashed slaves, regardless of gender, age or status, with empty and fanatical eyes, rushed towards Sauron frantically like driven puppets.

He knew full well that these people had no intention of killing him, they were just innocent victims, and killing them directly would be detrimental to the swordsman.

The roaring crowd came towards them with a crazy momentum. Zoro and Gajeel flashed and moved like ghosts in the encirclement.

The Sandai Kitetsu in his hand flashed with cold light, but was not stained with a trace of blood. Sometimes drawing the sword was not to kill people, but also to save people.

Facing the surging slaves, Zoro skillfully controlled the strength, and each swing of the sword accurately hit the opponent's joints.

The crisp sounds of bones breaking were heard one after another, and slaves lost the ability to move in severe pain and fell to the ground one after another.

Although Zoro felt reluctant, he did not hesitate at all. He knew that only in this way could he temporarily stop the tragedy from continuing without endangering anyone's life.

Blood oozed from broken bones, staining the ground red, and the fallen slaves groaned in pain.

Gajeel relied on his physical advantage to charge into the group of slaves, and even the strong male slaves would be knocked away by him head-on.

Iron Dragon's breakthrough speed was faster than Sauron's, and the damage he caused to the slaves was also greater. He felt a little guilty about hurting the slaves.

But it will soon be suppressed. So many comrades have sacrificed their lives on the revolutionary road, and not everyone is worth saving.

Chief Sabo once taught Gajeel that sometimes one should not be too soft-hearted and that one cannot expect the people to stand on the side of the revolutionary army when conditions are not ripe.

Those miserable masses may be bought by the aristocratic class and become the vanguard of persecuting the revolutionary army. If they do this too often, the revolutionary army will be dispersed.

Only by unceasing revolution and unceasing struggle to the end can peace be restored to the world. The road of the revolutionary army is not easy. The road is rugged and the reality is cruel.

Zoro saw Gajeel in front of him, and his clean and efficient movements in his efforts to encircle the enemy. He was also mentally encouraged and swung his sword faster.

The Slaanesh maiden enjoyed watching the two men rushing around for her. Only a strong man could make an unfaithful her feel happy.

That damn husband, King Seqi, was drained of his body by other women in his early years because of his dissolute life.

It was already a blessing for the royal family that the princess and King Sezi were able to give birth to offspring after their marriage. Otherwise, the royal family would be extinct, and political turmoil in the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Lulucia would come earlier.

"Handsome boy, you have a nice body of tendons. Do you want to come and keep me company?"

Gajeel was the first to rush to the Slaanesh maiden and get rid of the slaves behind her. For the first time, he observed the androgynous purple-skinned monster up close.

The princess revealed her true form, she was nearly three meters tall, and the lustful aura on her body could not be concealed. A faint pink aura began to move towards the iron dragon's position.

When Gajeel inhaled the pink breath without any precautions, his body instantly underwent strange changes.

He only felt a warm current rising from the bottom of his heart and quickly spreading to his whole body. Every inch of his skin seemed to be licked by flames and was extremely hot.

He was originally thinking clearly, but suddenly, fragments of the woman appeared in his mind uncontrollably. Those fragments were like a dream bubble, but they impacted his senses in an extremely real way.

He had never had any thoughts about matters between men and women, but at this moment he was filled with panic and confusion, because he knew all the women in his fantasy.

His movements became slow and his agility just now disappeared. The slaves behind him rushed forward and grabbed him tightly.

Gajeel tried to concentrate and get rid of the influence of this strange breath. Later, he bit his lips tightly, trying to use the pain to awaken his reason.

However, the pink aura seemed to have magical power, constantly eroding his will. Gajeel regretted being too impulsive and not being prepared in advance.

His vision gradually blurred, the scene in front of him and the image of the woman in his mind intertwined, making it increasingly difficult for him to distinguish between reality and illusion.