Ashen Dragon Chapter 734

Chapter 734: Chapter 110 Empire and Hell Chapter 734: Chapter 110 Empire and Hell The player at the forefront of the group, clad in a pitch-black cloak, stepped forward with an excited heart to the entrance of the Soul Exchange.

“Finally, it's my turn.”

The hood of the black robe was drawn back, revealing a face so pale and devoid of color, with blood-red eyes and the hint of sharp fangs at the edges of a smirk.

If one looked closely, they might also notice an elaborate insignia on the player's chest, carved with the patterns of a dagger and a violin crossed over each other.

This was the insignia of the most fearsome special force unit within the Ashen Empire, composed of Vampires–the Nocturne.

The identity of the player was now unmistakable.

He was the former leader of the Nocturne Troop, the only high-ranking member of the Blood Clan within the Empire, and also a Swashbuckler notorious among the player community.

Gazing at the slowly opening door, with the savage skull figure carved upon it, Swashbuckler rubbed his hands eagerly, flashing his signature sleazy grin.

He declared excitedly, “After signing the contract, I'll be the first player to possess the combined powers of a Vampire, a Devil, and a Trickster!

Then, I'll go to those abandoned Temples for a blood sacrifice to an Evil God, soak in some demonic power from The Abyss, and directly nurture gu inside my body…
I, Swashbuckler, am to become the King of All Evil!”

A strange red light seeped through the crack in the door, carrying with it the scent of Purgatory's gunpowder smoke, but Swashbuckler dashed in without hesitation.

The Desire Demon emerged at a leisurely pace, her high-slit black dress revealing long, pale legs, and a charming smile blooming on her stunning face as she softly said, “Hehe, it seems we have a new visitor…”

As she was about to approach, Swashbuckler sternly held out one hand in a “stop” gesture, declaring righteously, “My lady, I know you covet my beauty, but please keep your distance!”

Even the Desire Demon was taken aback, her enchanting face revealing a rare look of astonishment as she parted her red lips: “You are…?”

However, Swashbuckler merely sneered, “Heh, is this the Desire Demon from the guide?

“She's indeed known as the gentlest creature in Hell, truly beautiful, but it's not enough to shake my iron-clad will!”

Swashbuckler flew into the air, his cloak billowing behind him, his voice growing more resonant, “All so-called beauty is ultimately just a handful of dust…”
He raised his right fist high, “Only strength is the ultimate truth of everything!”

“Hehe, my guest, I am your guide here…” said Unis in a charming voice, casting a seductive look at Swashbuckler as she stepped forward.

The beguiling scent wafted in the air, the enthralling red gleam shining in her aqueous eyes.

The Desire Demon was confident–no Mortal could resist her seduction; even the most resolute would kneel beneath her skirt, ensnared and lost.

Yet Swashbuckler was well-prepared, revealing a radiant smile as he donned a gas mask.

The alluring fragrance was blocked by the filter, the bewitching gaze stopped by the [Magic Prohibition] properties of the glass shield; Swashbuckler's expression was firmer than ever.

He whipped out a crossbow arrow, aiming it straight at the Desire Demon before him and declared loudly, “Lady, I warn you, come any closer and I will be forced to defend myself.”

“Wait–”
“Shush–”
The next moment, the Vampire player soared into the air, swiftly flying through the Hell corridor in just a few seconds.

Leaving the Desire Demon standing there, at a loss, her chestnut hair fluttering in the wind created by Swashbuckler.

“Damn mortal! Utterly nonsensical and beyond reason!”

Unis stroked her hair, mumbling to herself, feeling an unprecedented sense of defeat as a Desire Demon!

But soon, she composed herself, slipping back into that seductive smile, calmly waiting for the next “prey” to arrive.

Reaching the great hall of Hell's Exchange, an array of counters dazzled Swashbuckler.

The demons showcased various goods–some counters heaped with mountains of gold and silver, some displaying fine wines and dishes, and others occupied by beauties of all colors…
“Come have a look over here…”

“Come, my guest, all the wealth in the world can be yours for the trivial price of your soul…”
“My contract is the best; do you desire the company of peerless beauties? That's something even Mortal kings yearn for…”

“Want power? I can kill off any creature you're tired of!”

But Swashbuckler showed no reaction, walking straight past the flashy demons toward the depths of Hell's Exchange.

“Humph, these trifles, thinking they can move me?”

To him, an experienced player who had felt like a god in solo holographic games, such illusive wealth and beauty were insignificant.

–They were not even as gratifying as killing a chicken in Creekwood Town.

At the end of the Hell's Exchange hall stood a large bronze door, with fierce, twisted faces upon it; waves of Hellfire burst from its eyes, mouth, and nostrils.

This sight, terrifying to Mortals, only brightened Swashbuckler's eyes as he checked against an image in his hand and excitedly said, “This is the place, the chamber of the former Master of Avernus–the Great Devil Piere.”

“Come in, traveler from afar.”

Unexpectedly, a magnetic whisper, rather than the anticipated horrifying voices, came from behind the bronze door.

Chapter end

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