Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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After annihilating the Samarachi soldiers, the Six-Armed Serpent Demon had long forgotten about Tusu and only wanted to leave as soon as possible to find a good place to recuperate.

The native warrior thus escaped with his life.

After waking from his coma, Tusu had already been taken to the City of Flame by Patrick and Lana.

Patrick not only saved the natives' lives, but also found them a new profession to inherit: the Totem Demon Slayer.

This profession is the complete opposite of the mortal hunter; for those who take this profession, the sole purpose of their lives is to hunt down demons of the abyss.

However, returning to an adventurer's profession is an extremely painful experience.

Patrick must first use the Energy Absorption spell to weaken Tusu's life force, erasing everything related to the "Firestorm Berserker" from the native's body and soul, before Tusu can rejoin the "Totem Demon Slayer Warrior".

Patrick originally thought that persuading Tusu to give up the pride of the native warrior "Firestorm Berserker" and become "Totem Demon Slayer Warrior" would be difficult and would require a lot of persuasion.

Because many people couldn't even take the first step, they died under the terrible energy-absorbing spell before they could even get back to work.

Unexpectedly, Tu Su agreed without hesitation after waking up.

The natives were fearless in the face of death; all they could see was their deep hatred for the six-armed serpent demon.

After Tusu became a Totem Demon Slayer, just as a Mortal Hunter possessed the abilities to "hunt mortals" and "detect mortals," he also gained the abilities to "hunt demons" and "detect demons."

Mortal hunters can wield arcane magic, while totem demon slayers can not only perform some divine magic like paladins or other clergy, but also gain even more power by tattooing totems on their bodies.

Patrick used Tusu as a human shield puppet and a demon detector.

And this "demon detector" was indeed exceptionally sensitive. Tusu, who had just completed his duties, went out for a couple of rounds this morning with his cold iron spear on his back and caught a live demon.

“Two,” Tusu said.

He pointed out another figure huddled in the corner of the room to Patrick.

“Those two devilish brats initially disguised themselves as humans,” Tusu said viciously. “I was following them when they discovered me. Instead of surrendering, they even tried to use magic against me. I beat them up and captured them alive.”

Totem Demon Hunters are the nemesis of evil otherworldly creatures. They are not only adept at detecting and identifying them, but also possess extraordinary resistance to the magic cast by demons. Furthermore, various totems grant their attacks the ability to penetrate the various immunityes of demons.

Patrick discovered that the person in the corner was dead.

Tusu not only cut off his tail, chopped off his horns and pulled out his canine teeth, but also cut off his nose and gouged out his eyes.

Eventually, the natives got tired of torturing him and snapped his neck.

Patrick sighed. "So, what did you get out of them?"

“I forgot to ask them,” Tusu replied matter-of-factly.

"here you go."

Patrick said, "But you're mistaken, they're not demons."

Tusu suddenly punched the wall.

With a loud "thud," the entire room seemed to shake, startling Lana.

"You're not mistaken! They are!"

Tusu glared at Patrick, tapped his nose with his index finger, and growled, "I can smell these demon bastards! The demon detection system also tells me they're not human, they're extraterrestrial beings, they're demons!"

Patrick couldn't help but sigh again.

"Are they otherworldly beings from the evil side? Yes, but they're not really demons," he said listlessly. "They're demons, both of them."

Meanwhile, on a street not far from the Beate Luxury Hotel, the real abyss demon was walking side by side with the useless bard.

"My dear niece, how do you plan to find those four swindlers?"

"Gideolon said bitterly."

“Those four heartless bastards tricked me into signing the documents and then ran away. I even considered them friends. They all vanished like they’ve disappeared into thin air. I’ve been staking out their place for days and still can’t find them.”

She looked at him strangely and asked, "Why are we looking for them?"

He was dumbfounded: "Uh, then why don't we look for them?"

So the imposter niece stopped and looked at him with the kind of loving gaze one would give someone with intellectual disabilities.

"Do you really think that your drinking buddies, those lowly scumbags, could possibly take over your hotel?"

"...Why do I feel like you've offended me?"

"Your feeling is not an illusion."

After she finished speaking, she immediately quickened her pace, forcing Gidelorine to shift her attention.

There is a saying that wise people simplify complex things, while foolish people complicate simple things.

"You're overcomplicating things."

"Whoever benefits now owns the hotel, and that person is the mastermind who hired those four scoundrels to scheme against you and swindle the hotel away."

"The six-armed serpent demon, now in the form of Ivy Beatrice, said it easily."

"So what we need to do now is go to the hotel, find the hotel manager directly, and find out who the new owner of the hotel is and where he is staying. Then we'll go straight to his house and kill him."

"It's actually that simple."

Author's Note: The Totemic Demonslayer is an advanced class originating from the Orman culture in the "Dark Realms" and "Forsaken City" chapters of the Planeswalkers adventure module. Dragon Magazine has a dedicated chapter describing it in detail. This class boasts excellent base attack bonuses and Fortitude Reflex saving throws; numerous reliable class attributes against demons; nemesis of evil otherworldly creatures; demon detection; immunity to enchantment spells or effects; a robust and practical spell list; and versatile totemic abilities, such as using activated totems to achieve Berserk, Lion Charge, damage reduction, increased speed, immunity to demonic poison attacks, flight, and much more. However, the description is too lengthy, and I'm too lazy to translate it.

Chapter 52 A Gathering of Heroes

Not every dragon can become a paladin or priest who serves dragons.

Initially, the dragon masters bestowed blessings upon their followers, transforming them into advanced life forms resembling themselves. This is the origin of the first dragon race. However, the dragon race's reproductive capacity was no less than that of their masters. As they began to intermarry and reproduce, multiplying into races, "bad blood" emerged.

The term "Bad Blood" was invented by the dragon race to describe the scum among them, the minority who refused to serve the dragons. On the Bad Blood's heads and scaly bodies, identical to those of the dragons that created them and other dragon species, there is not a trace of any alignment characteristic that matches that of the dragons.

Dragons strip members of their families of the surname of any bad blood, removing it from the family name. This is a rule they learned from human nobles.

Gurulos is such a "bad blood".

He enjoyed pleasures: music, good food, gambling, and all sorts of entertaining activities. He killed not for the dragon, but for money.

Like now, sitting in a dimly lit little room in the basement, with another person at either end of a card table.

“Flip the card,” said Gurulos.

He quickly flipped over his cards, spreading them out one by one on the table. There were five cards of four suits, none of them paired or in sequence, and the highest card was a Jack.

Sitting opposite him was a halfling, his face ashen, his eyelids drooping, his gaze fixed blankly on him, as if he wanted to pierce a hole in the velvet cloth on the card table with his eyes. The man sat ramrod straight in his chair, motionless, like a statue.

Gurulos repeated, "Flip your card."

The halfling listlessly flipped over the cards.

“Not bad, not bad, three eights of diamonds and a pair of queens,” Gurulos was stunned at first, then laughed out loud, “What a great hand.”

The halfling breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had come back to life.

He relaxed, almost slumping back in his chair, and whispered, "I told you, I didn't cheat."

Gurulos agreed: "Indeed."

The halfling leaned forward, reaching for the mountain of chips in the center of the table. Halfway there, he hesitated, glancing up at Gurulos across from him.

Gurulos smiled and pointed at him, then shook the bronze dragon head slightly with a sigh before picking up his glass.

The halfling's eyes lit up, and he used his arms to gather the chips in front of him.

Gurulos suddenly sprang into action.

He smashed the glass hard against the halfling's right hand.

The halfling screamed and fell back into the chair, clutching his bloodied right hand, his forehead covered in cold sweat from the pain.

But Gurulos had already pounced on him.

Bad Blood raised his hand and flipped the card table aside, then kicked the halfling, chair and all, to the ground. He straddled the fallen halfling, looking down at him, and raised his scaly fist, clutching a broken half of a glass.

The halfling let out a bloodcurdling scream.

With each punch, tiny specks of blood splattered onto the wall and Gululos's dragon face.

After being punched seven or eight times, the screams gradually subsided until they stopped completely.

Gurulos lifted the halfling's corpse, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and ripped it open. Countless playing cards tumbled and fell to the ground like snowflakes from beneath the halfling's clothes.

“You didn’t cheat in that last round,” he said to the dead man, “scum.”

Gurulos casually tossed the dead halfling aside, and the bronze dragon turned its head toward its second-in-command who had just entered the room.

"what's up?"

"Something's wrong with channel number 13."

Gurulos strode into the gambling hall and stood in the shadows in a corner of the hall. He glanced at table number thirteen, but couldn't take his yellow eyes off it.

Like dragons, dragons can appreciate the beauty of all kinds of races and opposite sexes.

The person sitting at table number eighteen is a human woman.

The first thing that catches the eye is her vibrant red hair, as lively as flames, and her calm and gentle emerald green eyes.

The woman's face was breathtakingly beautiful.

She leaned back in her chair with a languid air, her emerald green silk evening gown accentuating her snow-white, jade-like shoulders and neck, which shimmered with a lustrous sheen. Her swan-like neck and delicate collarbones complemented the large emerald gold necklace perfectly.

Not to mention its magnificent and expansive spirit, and its deep and unfathomable ravines…

With his forked tongue lightly licking between his teeth, Gurulos felt a little hot and casually tore open the first button on his collar.

Gambling table number 13.

The waiter tossed six dice onto the table, and they all stopped rolling, revealing that they were all six points, the highest possible sum.

The young lady, who was actually a six-armed snake demon, beckoned to the waiter, "What are you waiting for? Push all the chips over here."

The waiter, covered in sweat, glanced into the distance with a strange expression.

Then, with a barely perceptible nod in that direction, he pushed the chip toward the six-armed snake demon.

Also sweating profusely was Gideon, standing behind Ivy Beatrice; his heart was practically stopping.

This niece was manipulating the dice with her mind, the obvious magical fluctuations making no attempt to conceal it. This kind of cheating goes beyond crude methods; it's downright blatant harassment!

The waiter was looking directly at Gurulos and his second-in-command.

“She is Ivy Beatrice,” the deputy said.

"Really?" Gulous asked. "That former fiancée of the Ottokan family, the runaway heiress who caused such a stir in the city?"

"It's true, I don't know when they came back. The hotel seems to have originally been owned by the Beate family."

The rotten blood's yellow eyes lit up.

A stunning beauty, a noble lady from a prestigious city, and a holy warrior known for her sacred purity, yet her family has fallen on hard times, leading her to gamble and cheat in her former family business…

The sheer number of essential elements for a successful business, combined so densely and organically, was bound to pique his interest.

Gurulos fell silent, standing quietly watching "Ivy-Beate" roll the dice in the distance.

With each resounding victory, Gidroltin, standing behind her, grew increasingly apprehensive, as if he might faint at any moment. He was carrying a greatsword imbued with divine power on his back.

"interesting."

Gurulos scratched his chin scales with a crackling sound. "This is the first time I've ever seen someone bring a sword to gamble on dice."

The deputy asked cautiously, "They seem to have ill intentions. Should we stop that young lady?"

"Need not."

Gurulos gestured to the bewildered waiter, signaling him to continue pushing the chips to her as usual.

Gurulos watched her with great interest.

"Let her win first, give her a taste of success, let her get wild and lose control. Once she can no longer control herself, then invite her over... I'll slowly mold her."

“I… I mean, my dear niece,” Gideroltin stammered, “shouldn’t we be about to stop…”

What are you nervous about?

She sensed his presence telepathically.

He then replied to her via telepathy: "But everyone's watching us! Everyone here knows we're cheating!"

She laughed dismissively.

Leaning back in his chair, he picked up the glass and took a small sip. The amber liquid made his already plump and juicy lips shine even brighter.