Male Succubus Apocalypse

It seemed like I had a very long and deep dream.

It was pitch dark, withered branches and rotten ground.

An owl opened its blood-red eyes in the dark night. There was no shape or light around it. Its eyes became the only light in the dark night.

The owl turned its head in confusion, looking at the tree it was roosting on. It looked as ferocious as the hand of a dying old man, with its outstretched branches reaching towards the sky, as if death hated life and wanted to drag the living things into the abyss.

The corpses of poisonous snakes, coming from nowhere, were strung on the ends of ugly and twisted branches.

It knew it was it that had done it, and killing these evil spirits and hanging them high was its mockery of the cowardly moon hiding behind the dark clouds.

However, it knows that it will also end up hanging itself from a branch like the poisonous snake in front of it, it will just be more dramatic and comical, but the ending of falling into the snake's mouth will not change.

There were too many wounds on his body, and the snake's fangs had repeatedly moved in and out. The venom had already seeped into his bone marrow, becoming a curse like blood flowing through his flesh.

It slightly raised its head, it was so eager for the moonlight that it didn't even dare to hope for the sun. Chasing light was its instinct.

But it will not live long. It will not be able to wait for the moon to show its mercy.

Wait until the clouds clear to reveal the bright moon? No, clouds are always cruel and the moon is always indifferent.

Then, let’s fly!

Spreading its wings with few feathers left, it uttered a hoarse and shrill cry. Perhaps its eyes had adapted to the darkness and would burn even if it looked directly at the moon.

Yet, it is fearless.

Because the moon is actually there.

Or, its ethereal light, its alms brightness...

I don’t know how long I flew, I forgot the time and the pain. I felt humiliated and the world was mocking me.

Tired, its wings are broken, and it closes the weapon it relies on to survive and survive in this world.

However, it was suspended in the air, and when it turned back suddenly, it found itself being held in the air by a pair of giant hands that flickered in and out of existence. This strange sight made the owl unable to be sure whether it was real or not.

Could it be that death is a pair of big hands? It is just that the long chain of life is broken and the soul is taken back?

"You dark elves are really being persecuted. Not only are you not recognized by the elves, but you are also locked up in a place where there is no one to live and are required to feed the refugees. You are just trying to fight for rights that match your obligations, but in the end you only get the judgment of morality and justice. Tsk tsk..." A female voice was empty and ethereal, but also full of sarcasm and ridicule. "In the Colosseum, there are no good dogs. The forest elves and moon elves really played a good game."

What? What is she talking about?

"I will save you, although it's more because your body is really suitable for experiments, but in the final analysis, you should thank that stupid boy. I can only save your body, but he wants to redeem your soul. Haha, come on..." There was some contempt in the woman's voice, but more of it was helplessness, just like a mother looking at a baby who kept leaking the spoon when eating.

灵魂

The devil is the devil,

Because they were born in the abyss;

Sulfur and magma

It is bound to leave a mark on them.

The instinct of survival is embedded in the soul

But it is by no means an ugly act.

It's natural,

The social trend is also good.

Even the human race came from wild beasts.

Continuously wasting away for thousands of years

Deeply engraved in the instinctive nature.

Civilization is nothing but carving

A block of marble called Nature.

So, you hate your own race, but you come from it; you despise hatred and killing, but you throw yourself into them; you panic when you see villains, but you also give up the ambition of a gentleman.

I have never been sure that I should repay evil with kindness or evil with virtue, but when I repay justice with justice, I should not repay myself as well.

You are not as strong as you think, nor as fragile as you think. You were born in the night, and you are always waiting for the dawn, but you are definitely not the only one born in the night, and you are definitely not the only one waiting for the moonlight.

I am Xu Heng, a demon from the abyss.

This is all I want to tell you. Everything about me is also everything about you, and everything about this light and darkness.

You can choose to believe it and just think that I am deceiving you; you can also choose not to believe it and decide your own life. I will let my apostles save you.

……

Julie didn't know what Jeramet's dream was like. She couldn't see what he saw. She just used herself as a bridge of communication between Xu Heng and Jeramet through the connection of their souls.

That stupid boy asked himself a lot of questions about the Dark Elves, including the truth about the War of Nations that year, the Dark Elves themselves, and Jelamet's situation.

Julie was sure that Xu Heng didn't have everything under control, but he saw the farther extreme.

She had no idea what Jelamet had seen or known after the soul link was established, but she understood that the man had not failed so far.

He is a precise surgeon.

……

A vast and chaotic gray sun suddenly rose from the earth. It was a complex and indescribable thing, like a huge and indifferent eyeball that saw through all real things.

This is what the owl's narrow eyes saw, what he felt, and what he thought.

As the ancient god's mumbling voice echoed in the darkness, an ominous aura that symbolized destruction and collapse was glimpsed.

It is not some other soul, will, or source of voice.

Rather, it is the final scene before the destruction of heaven and earth caused by the subversion brought about by oneself. This is the truth, a false truth, but a believable false truth.

The gray light illuminated the entire scorched earth, and there were rustling sounds on the ground. Venomous snakes were entangled and mating with each other, spewing venom and using their tongues, and surging in the dark with glittering scales.

The land of serpents!

And that bleak day seemed to be falling, bringing with it endless oppression and destruction. The poisonous snakes were like leeches soaked in alcohol, twisting their bodies in pain, even baring their fangs, mutilating themselves and devouring everything they saw.

The owl was also unable to avoid it, and as it got closer to the sun, it had already started a raging gray fire in the sky.

Suddenly, the world lost all shape, not because of the darkness, but because of overexposure.

When the earth reappeared, there was no longer the sun or the moon in the sky, only a twinkling starry sky. There was nothing left on the desolate earth, but a strong pulse was beating, indicating the hidden vitality.

A pair of dark red eyes opened completely - it was a naked boy, with the earth as his bed and the starry sky as his back, curled up in a silent yet no longer lonely world.

He stood up in a trance. He felt that he had lost something, or something had changed, but he didn't know what.

Instinctively, he raised a blank finger towards the stars in the sky, and at that moment, he understood everything.

He lost his wings, but became closer to the sky; he no longer had the big and close moon and sun, but he could touch the more distant stars.

He didn't know who he was, where he was going, where he came from, or where this was, but he knew that he would know eventually.

Ah, the first human in this world...

……

"Xu Heng! Don't sleep! Don't sleep! If you fall asleep, you will really fall asleep!" The noisy sound was stronger than ever. If you make a comparison, before it was shouting in the ear, now it was shouting in the mind.

"Shut up! Julie! I just want to sleep! I don't want to practice!" Xu Heng responded in a daze.

"Damn it! Stop talking nonsense, you idiot! If you sleep, I have to sleep with you! Damn it!"

"Sleeping with me? No no! You're a woman!"

The instinctive fear suddenly made Xu Heng clear-headed, and PTSD overcame Xu Heng's reason.

As soon as I got excited, I opened my eyes and my senses came back, and I felt cold, colder than falling into an ice cave.

Noisy, louder than a thousand people talking in your head.

Severe pain! It was so painful that he almost jumped up!

"Wake up! He's awake!"

"Nonsense! I've already wasted my second bottle of medicine! You have to pay for it, you little brat! How much medicine power is wasted on a fourth-level physique!"

Hermes was using a bandage to squeeze the blood to stop the bleeding, and Julian was holding a red potion and slowly pouring it into his abdomen.

Ahhhhh!

But he couldn't shout out because he was very weak due to blood loss.

The noise came from a crowd that seemed to be some distance away from him. Their emotions were all a mixture of worry and admiration, changing from the most negative to the most positive in an instant. Xu Heng was still a little confused.

"Xu Heng, you are really good. You have found a way to solve Jeramet's problem! This will allow him to fight the curse!" Julian squatted beside Xu Heng and said excitedly in a low voice. "But, you must have a good master, right? Can't you just be a good necromancer?"

"The...teacher...is a waste...and...I am happy with it!" Xu Heng said, squeezing the words together one by one.

"Don't talk to him, old man! Think about how to explain to the Sword Saint later!" Hermes interrupted.

"I thought? It wasn't you who stopped me?" Julian raised his beard, glared, and shouted unequally.

"I won't stop you! You have a chance to take in a new apprentice? You're wasting two bottles of medicine in exchange for a good apprentice! This is a rare deal!" Hermes' voice also got louder, "My buddy is doing you a favor! Don't I feel sorry for my brother?"

"Bullshit! He also wants to resolve his mental problems and fight the curse. If I hadn't transformed his body, would he be able to survive?" Julie was so angry listening to the two people's quarrel that she also shouted in Xu Heng's mind.

"Don't say anything! I feel so uncomfortable now! Patients need to rest, don't you understand?" Xu Heng also started to scold. He needed an outlet, but he could only argue with Julie in his mind.

The current situation, after Hermes helped Xu Heng stop the bleeding and Julian said "no problem", he settled him - slowly floating to the snow-covered ground covered with a blanket in the distance. This was learned through Julie's narration.

After Julie entered Jeramet's body, she began to guide the death energy in his body. The curse was simple, it was to bind Jeramet's soul and will to the death energy. In other words, Jeramet was suffering from the corrosion of the death energy in this aspect every day.

Every day he would recall the hatred and be entangled in various negative emotions. For this reason, Jelamet had been distracted and trying to suppress them. As time went by, he became numb, so his mood was calm, a collapsed calm.

It’s like being too sad that the body can’t react. Instead of crying or making a fuss, the person falls into a state of emotional isolation.

Once Jeramet can't suppress it, the death energy will not only destroy his soul, but also corrupt his body. Now it is almost corrupted and has been embedded with the fighting spirit. If it weren't for the curse, Jeramet's ability could have completely stopped it.

Therefore, in order to resolve the curse, first of all, we must revive Jeramet's will and solve the problem of death energy entering his body. Once the physical problem is relieved, he can use a more focused mind to fight against negativity, and the gap in the soul can also be easily solved.

Then practice soul magic!

So Julie taught him the general idea of ​​the technique before leaving, and asked Xu Heng to pierce his heart, using a spell to resurrect the dead to transform the life energy supporting Jelamet into death energy and fighting spirit.

If it cannot be dispelled, then just use it directly, let the dead energy and fighting energy support the body so that the body does not resist.

Such powerful death energy and resentment - resentment can reflect the strength of the soul - gathered in the body of a dark elf with strong endurance, coupled with a good talent for fighting spirit, Julie simply couldn't find a better test subject for transforming undead creatures.

It can also preserve soul consciousness very well!

Originally, this could only be done by a transformed necromancer, because death energy itself was a kind of magic. But now, this warrior can do it too, and death energy and fighting spirit are intertwined together.

But the disadvantages are the same, you must constantly replenish the dead energy, otherwise, you will die.

According to Julie's experience, although the death energy in Jelamet is very powerful, it is still not enough to use in combat and cultivation. After all, practicing soul spells also requires practicing fighting spirit, although it is not mainly about the soul system, it only strengthens the soul.

The current dead energy can probably support Jeramet for twenty years. Including training and fighting, it will be at most twelve years. On average, in a place like Tianmen, it will be ten years, with three more years of living time.

The premise is that you don’t replenish the dead air.

Julie also secretly gave some to Xu Heng as a fee. The purity of that little bit of death energy alone allowed Xu Heng to break through to the second-level necromancer.

In fact, Xu Heng was able to wake up when he was on the verge of death. In addition to his subconscious fear of women, the pain of his soul being destroyed and repaired was also catalyzed. It was just that because his body was also in pain, he couldn't tell the difference.

After completing all the operations, and with Xu Heng speaking, Jeramet fainted. The death energy continued to be controlled and concealed for a while, and then it dissipated. If it didn't dissipate, Xu Heng would also die.

After that, Hermes and Julian came over in a hurry, trying to stop the bleeding and sprinkle medicine. When they pulled the knife out, fortunately, the nerves had already been corroded by the death energy, so Xu Heng did not faint from the pain, and the disease would have really passed.

The pain in the back is good because of that bottle of red potion that seems to be of high value.

It was judged that Jeramet lost because when the fog was cleared, he had already fallen into a coma and lost his combat ability, while Xu Heng still maintained a certain degree of consciousness.

But Xu Heng's condition was so bad that he had to give up the exam.

The first place in this exam was born in another battle, and the semi-finals became the finals.

It is also gratifying that the perennial runner-up not only became the first, but also maintained the reputation of the class.

But from that day on, no one dared to look down on that seemingly lazy and frivolous relative.

"Devil" is Xu Heng's nickname from now on. That's right, not a demon, but "devil".

The devil is a synonym for those treacherous and cunning celebrities in history.

Fighting with the devil will make you lose yourself, and losing yourself will lead to inexplicable failure. This is the horrified evaluation that Tianmen's students have of Xu Heng.