Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 62: whistle 2

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"You bloody ficking witch... you calamity in human skin! Its you! It has to be you isidora ironfforge, you have ruined this country! Arrrgh!" in an explosion of murderous intent, the grand commander launched at isidor, unsheating his sword and aiming for the queens neclk.

The grand commander was a mere grade two arcane bearing human. Yet as the might generals blade whistled at her neck, isidora didn’t bat an eye, ignoring the blow entirely.

The commanders blade slammed into an invisible wall or shield, shattering at the point of impact and sending a jolt of pressure throguh his body. The grand commanders wrists snapped due to the pressure and he tumbled to the fllor, crashing at the queens feet.

"Invisble barrier technique?" recognizing the ability, the grand commander went livid, yelling in a stupor.

The manipulation of arcane energy was somewhat infinite, if someoone were creative enough. Barrier techniques such as this one isidora used were simple condensing arcane energy out of ones reserves, so thick that no solid object could pass through. It was swift and quick to conjure, but less effective to stronger opponents.

"Do you really want to join your king so badly that you attack me? Enough people have prished already. Why bother throwing your life away?" isidora asked with clear hints of annoyance in her voice.

"Why bother? The entire male line of this royal household hass been wiped out overnight by foul magic and you expect me to believe it wasn’t you? You bloody witch, you mutdered my king and destroyed my country yet have the fucking nerve to ask those idiotic questoins... his majesty was right, marrying from the inca clan was 50;50 move and now we have gotten the wrong end of the stick!" the grand commander snapped.

Just then, the grand commander’s who was now determined to take down isidora with him, pulled out a red pill from his pocket and swallowed it directly.

Shiitttt!!" the grand commanders skin turned dark red, swelling with bulging wveins as his bones and muscles expanded at a rapid pace. The four high ranking officails behind him repeated his moves as well, bring ou red pills and swalling them straight up. They too swol up into hulking monsters, with dark red skin and crystal spires sprouting from their massive backs.

The leaders of the royal furads had turned into beastly monsters. But before their henchmen subordinates could make any sense of the situation at hand, the monster uttered a guttural chant, casting a pool of blodd mist that sent all royal guards fusing with the grand commander..

The next moment, his body shrank inot a 2.6 m tall shredded monster, with a lanky fram and blood red skin.

"What in the world is this..." isidor couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew that the queen mother and the royal guards had many secreats, but she didn expect them to be able to fuse into and actual demonic monstrosity.

"It is shameful for a servant to outlive his master... isidora, daughter of the holy family inca clan! Dieeee!" the creature howled in grief, lunging at isidora, and swinging its impossible massive arms in whipping stirkes.

The lady didn’t dare to meet the attack head on, she bent back to let the blows fly past her while throwing bolts of sliver flames with her left leg. The royal guards weaved left and right, effortlessly droping isidoras flaming bolts while chopping bact at her.

Its jonts were somewhat elastic, enabling its limbs to extend abd bend at impossible angles. And as tis whipping blows closed in on isidoras neck, they morphed into razor sharp bladed and projectiles, attempting to pierce throught the queens still active arcane barrier and hack her down to death.

Pulling in a deep breath, isidora let her arcnae units explode at her feet, sending her shooting back with explosive momentum. The blades and projectiles hit empty aire, crashing into the ground and blastign a crater in percivals resting place.

Isidora reappeared in the distacne, activating her hightened senses and scanning the entireirty of emberfall citadel.

The 300 assassins approached with great strides. Althoguh she had set up a veil and had her troops support it to buy her time, she had not time to wast here and needed to deal with the invaders personally.

"I really cant see what you found in that scumbag that makes you so determined to die for him but, very well, since youre so desperate to join your king, I wiill honour your request... and send you to hell," isidora said in a calm and straight forward tone, her voice showing no hint of pride or arrogance.

A large silver wheel took shape above her and the queen joined her hands in a mudra, activating one of her mutation: The wheel of fortune.

"First calamit: succubus in the palace," isidora whispered the words, and instantly,, the royal guard entered a spiritual trance, living the life of a king in a far eastern land whose kingdom would eventually be destroyed by his love for a lewd demoness. Just like that king, the roayla guard failed to reiss the bitches charm, falling on his knees and bursting into flames.

Not surprised by this result, isidora leisurely walked past their charred, burnt bodies and stooped dead on at percivals corpse.

It seemed that in his last moments, the king had grabbed a womans potrait, holding onto it even in near death. That woman bore a triking resemblance to isidora, but with a younger face and shorter hair and more natural charm.

"Atleast you have a conscuence, you are a good man given way too much power than you could handle." isidoras face softneed at the potrait of her younger self and after stripping it from pervicals dead hands, she snapped her finger, rebuiling the broken chambers with a mantra before lighing the kings corpse on fire.

But as isidora walked out of the chambers....

"Damn, you are so ruthless. You really went ahead and ended an entire bloodline just to make sure one man would have no chance at coming back to life. And you wont even give his mom a chance to mourn his corpse. That is very imppressive. Would give me the jitters if I werent just as bad myself." a playful voice greeted the queen at the entrance, and to isidoras shock, the 300 assassins of the blackfield gorgehad appeared in front of her, linning up behind a pair of masked women.

One, a puple haired bueayt whose blue eyes sparkled like gens, the other a millenniom old demones whose name alone made billions shake in suffocating terror.

The voice came from that woman. From theSupreme nun of the blackfield gorge: Lady Xena Apotheorsis.

Only but a few outside the blackfield gorge knew what she even looked like, yet her name echoed like a thunderclap- awing men, wowing women adneverything in between.

She had conqueered two thirds of the continent, a gigantic empire connected through arrrays of teleportation portals with eccentric norms and estraordinary wealth supported wby an invisible army.

But what set xena apart from the standard ruler was the freddeon she gave her rivals and subordinates. She didn’t try to suppress rising stars and houses, enabling the brith of several high tier houses in the blackfield gorge empire.

Those houses pldeged allegiance on the surface, waiting for an oppurtunity to arise so they could topple the country. So why did she let them grow? Because she was just too powerful and bored. So bored by her dominace that the thought shed one day fet overthrown put a smile on her lips.