Chapter 152 Extra: The Little Succubus 11
For demons, their true name is their deepest hidden weakness, their most precious and deadliest secret.
If they could know the demon's true name, killing it would be an easy task for the Church of Light.
Throughout the centuries-long journey of the cultists of light in hunting demons, it wasn't that no one had ever sought the demons' true names. Demons often hid their true names very well, and over time, people stopped being so persistent in searching for them.
Gradually, people even regarded it as a distant legend.
The holy moonlight shone on the silent Vatican. The Vatican was unusually quiet today because Xie Chen had dismissed almost everyone in the Vatican.
Mu Yan stood quietly beside him.
A complex array of magic formations slowly took shape beneath Xie Chen's feet. Then, a wind began to blow, causing the white robes of the two men to flutter wildly, as if trying to lift them up.
Xie Chen glanced at Mu Yan quietly, gesturing for him to grab his sleeve.
Mu Yan reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and Xie Chen's warm magic flowed over her.
"In the name of God, I call upon your true form," the young pope chanted slowly.
“Augustus, or rather… Shang Qiyue.”
The wind blew even more violently, and the air and the earth trembled. Ancient runes emerged from the ground, their golden light dazzling, illuminating the entire hall as if it were daytime.
Mu Yan stood behind Xie Chen, her fingertips digging tightly into her palms.
Let's end it here.
Then no more innocent people will die, and Lu Chong and the other knights can go home.
But why do I have this strange feeling in my heart, as if I have a premonition that he is doing something that I will definitely regret?
Was he not devout enough? Was he... influenced by the God of Darkness?
Mu Yan gently shook his head, reciting the few verses of scripture he knew, trying to banish such distracting thoughts.
Black mist surged, and the dragon's roar shook the sky.
A colossal black dragon descended from the void, its scales as dark as night and its golden eyes as bright as torches, but the moment it touched the magic array, it was scorched black by the holy light.
Augustus, no, he should be called Shang Qiyue, slowly lowered his head, his dragon breath hotly brushing against Mu Yan's cheek a few meters away.
The black dragon's enormous golden eyes turned and looked in Mu Yan's direction.
Fear of enormous things should be an instinct for any living being, but when those eyes looked at Mu Yan, he felt no such emotion whatsoever.
There was no hostility, no resentment, and not even blame.
The only emotion Mu Yan could sense from those eyes seemed to be resentment.
It's like the sorrow of a puppy that has been abandoned and then sees its former owner again.
The black dragon let out a few roars to vent its emotions. Xie Chen took a step back and shielded most of Mu Yan's body behind him.
But Mu Yan clearly heard what he was saying.
Is it you... who wants to kill me?
Black Dragon's voice was deep and thunderous, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Xie Chen ignored his dying words and quietly chanted the incantation, causing the magic circle to slowly begin to shrink.
Mu Yan stared blankly at the enormous and awe-inspiring black dragon before him, a sight he was clearly seeing for the first time.
it hurts.
Mu Yan couldn't tell where the pain was.
Holy light transformed into a sharp blade, piercing into the black dragon's body.
Blood splattered like sparks from a hammer blow, corroding the marble floor of the Vatican with a piercing hiss.
The black dragon was bound there, almost every inch of its scales were suppressed, preventing it from resisting.
That should have been extremely painful, but the black dragon remained silent, without uttering even a painful cry, and its wings and claws did not tremble even slightly.
The dragon's eyes reflected Mu Yan's pale face.
"Don't you remember me?" Black Dragon looked at him, asking in his usual teasing tone.
Never mind then, you have a really bad memory.
...
Just as the magic circle was about to completely annihilate the last of the black dragons, a slender figure suddenly rushed into the magic circle.
The scorching holy light burned his robes. Every step he took into the magic circle should have been extremely painful, but he paid no heed and rushed straight towards the black dragon.
"Mu Yan, are you crazy?"
"You're insane!"
The voices of the black dragon and the pope rang out simultaneously, forcing the magic circle to stop, but the holy light had already fallen.
At the critical moment, the black dragon suddenly spread its wings and shielded Mu Yan tightly beneath it.
Almost all of the dragon scales had been peeled off, revealing the black dragon's bloody and mangled wounds.
The boy in his arms was unharmed.
The black dragon's golden eyes flickered slightly, and Mu Yan's memories flooded back like a tide.
He remembered.
Millions of years ago, Shang Qiyue was his... first and only companion.
...
Even millions of years ago, Mu Yan had never seen his mother, the one who created him.
God of light.
He is a meaningless light, bright yet unexpectedly not dazzling. He said that where there is light, there must be shadow, so He created the Word.
The God of Darkness is what people called him in later generations. The original God of Darkness was just a slender, handsome young man.
Where he walked barefoot, the plants scorched by the sun came back to life, and the dried-up riverbeds showed signs of water flowing again.
The boy wore a black robe, which made his skin appear even whiter. He traveled to every corner of the Mia Continent, and no one knew his real name.
Just as people are born, grow old, get sick, and die, and the grass on the wasteland flourishes and withers year after year, the God of Light will also reach the end one day.
The boy was the last gift left to humanity by the God of Light before his fall; darkness brought rest, gentle respite, and boundless peace.
The sectarian conflict occurred long after the fall of the God of Light. By then, the world had already experienced the alternation of day and night, and there was no longer a need for Mu Yan to travel to every corner of the Mia Continent to stop the cycle and bring rest.
Finally, Mu Yan could rest. He found a place to stop, wanting to peacefully reach the end of his life like his mother.
But it seems like a war has broken out outside.
The creatures on Earth fought over his name and his mother's name for their own purposes. Countless people shouted his baptismal name, Nicholas Ross, some with piety and others with anger and disdain.
Mu Yan didn't want to hear these voices, so he created Shang Qiyue.
The black dragon shielded him from the noise, and they spent the last few hundred years of Mu Yan's life together like this.
Light and darkness coexist, and like the fallen god of light, Mu Yan also reached his end a hundred years later.
However, he is different from the God of Light. He is the God of Light's creation and also a member of the world's living beings, because he is subject to reincarnation.
He was a rabbit in the mountains, a pet cat in a noble family, an extinct elf, a poor tailor, a frustrated painter, and a dashing young master in a duke's family.
He was any living being in this world, and in this life, he should have been no special at all.
...
Later epic poems celebrated the black dragon's calamity, leaving knights helpless.
In the midst of the crisis, a boy whose name was unknown appeared. He subdued the evil black dragon, put it in shackles, and made it guard the holy city for him.
The boy did not want to leave his name, but his deeds were told by wandering poets again and again.
People described the war with epic praise, the sword or staff in the young man's hand, and his beautiful, full-moon-like appearance.
But in reality, no one truly knows why the black dragon submitted to the boy, nor does anyone know why the Church, which is determined to eradicate evil, would be willing to accept the black dragon with a long history of misdeeds to guard the Holy City.
"Yan Yan, concentrate."
Xie Chen gently turned Mu Yan's face from behind and kissed his cheek.
Before Mu Yan, the legendary black dragon, who was said to be utterly wicked, lay silently between his legs, its fingers gently caressing the base of his sensitive tail.
This was the first time Mu Yan had been treated like this, and he could barely bear it. He tried desperately to shrink back, and then tilted his head back and bumped into Xie Chen's shoulder.
Xie Chen gently caught him, just like the ocean that embraces all rivers.
Peace was restored to the holy city, the knights who had gone on expeditions returned to their loved ones, and the little succubus would never go hungry again.
(End of Little Succubus Side Story)
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I've been so sleep-deprived these past few days that I'm exhausted. When I was posting my drafts, I accidentally posted a paid bonus chapter instead of a bonus chapter. I tried to see if I could change it back, but I can't. Merging it into the previous chapter might be against the rules. (Red envelopes will be dropping in the comments section.)
There will also be a bonus chapter where the protagonist turns into a kitten. This bonus chapter doesn't require a subscription. I'm a bit busy right now, so I'll be revising the main story before writing the full chapter, but I won't keep you waiting too long. The plot revisions started from chapter 109 and aren't finished yet. If you want to read it, you can wait until the bonus chapter is updated.
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