Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 71: Skip 5

The mask Lira was wearing couldn’t conceal it by any means. Zaja recognized her at a glance, her curves , her bulging breasts, her slick and luscious neck and even if he had no hope of snatching her from Xena Apotheosis’s side, he still had to give it his best shot!

The ultimate wisdom of the Obsidian Wyrm Stallion kicked in, advising against it, this was the first time his inherited mutation was advising him to not go ahead with a decision. But the Crimson Deity Vessel didn’t care. Even if it was stupid. Even if that made him a fool, he couldn’t watch his sister standing there and leave without doing his best to get her back.

No matter what.

No matter the price.

Any vice or trick!

He would do it all and go home with Lira!

Blinding red flames erupted from Zaja at the spot, setting his body ablaze while he poured a last surge of divine flames into The Queen Mother’s body. The moment next, Zaja cut off the White Flames, keeping himself powered up with the Red, and patting Naga on the head.

"Good work buddy..."

"I’ve done my part. Now you put in the final touch and make sure the Queen Mother quickly understands the situation. I believe in you Naga. All this while you have been taking good care of me, you’re the little sis I never had but always knew I wanted," Zaja said in a sweet and melodious voice, kissing Naga on the head, before vanishing.

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"Zaja... Master!..." Naga’s heart fluttered in its chest, and it whispered it’s master’s name, shaking left and right.

Meanwhile, just like Zaja Thornhill, someone else acted on impulse—forgetting reason to charge into a suicidal confrontation.

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Back at King Percival’s chambers, pale and haggard, Isidora trembled, struggling to stay on her feet. An infinity of Xena Apotheosis surrounded her, making the queen go dizzy and hopeless with fatigue and her Arcane Energy was depleting fast.

Hopeless, yes. Why was she fighting? Who did she think she was to go against the continents strongest?

All her life, Isidora knew she was gifted. She was born with extraordinary attributes that only got more overpowered as she grew and trained. The mutation was the icing on the cake, putting her in a class of her own. She studied under the Queen Mother.

Even taking the Ethereal Realm at large, no matter where, she’d still be a prodigy an Arcane Energy guru. Yet on this day, she was obliterated by a woman who suppressed herself way too easily—a complete and utter disgrace.

Isidora’s self-confidence neared a complete collapse. Was she really talented? Or wasbtge great Xena Apotheosis the real anomaly, just too powerful? Regardless...besides surrendering, what could she do?

Her knees went weak, and with a bitter smile, she fell to her knees—lowering her head. The Queen of Ironforge Dominion going down before someone else was a sight no one in the entire Ironforge Dominion would dare to think of even dream of, let alone see it in real time.

"I admit defeat. But Empress of the gorge...it’s not fair... this powerful?...isn’t achievable! At the exception of a handful, only the Gods have reached the divine tier of Arcane Energy Manipulation! How...how did a mortal from the Ethereal Realm reach the level that even s vessels of gods fail to?"

"At some point, we need to have a conversation with the one in charge of destiny and ask them why they occasionally put so many cards in one person’s hands. Did you really need all that? Then again, who am I to talk?" Isidora said with a bitter smile, chuckling in a mix of shame and confusion as blood filled her lungs, causing her breathing to be jaggered.

600 priestesses...trained over decades and nurtured by herself. Core members of her hidden forces—all wiped out in a finger snap, and she couldn’t even land a blow on the bitches face. Never in her life had Isidora felt more ashamed. More...disgraced.

But as the deflated Queen’s thoughts trailed off, the mirror Xena vanished, with only the original staying behind.

"Isidora, in a standard street fight between two ordinary men, assuming there isn’t a huge size advantage, who wins?" Xena asked in a more serious tone. Isidora ignored her, keeping her head lowered.

".... Easy...The one with the bigger balls," Xena leaned over, raising Isidora’s head, and staring her in the eyes.

"The one with the bigger balls will move faster, with more fluidity, think less, strike with more accuracy, and deliver with more impact. Once you remove advantages like natural power, technique and size, all fights are decided by the law of the biggest balls...guts! Grit! Finesse! Do you know why Isidora Ironforge? Because fights are scary.

Fighting is terrifying. The notion you could get your skull cracked on concrete with one bad fall. That they want to hammer your face in. To stab you till you bleed out! To pin you down and gash your throat with pieces of broken glass.

They won’t stop till you go down. You have to win, or it’s over! The bigger the stakes, the more terrifying it becomes. The fear in turn cripples you, preventing you from releasing even one percent of your true abilities.

And so in fights as in life, be it on the streets or in the struggles and confrontations you may encounter, it is important to enter each conflict with as much balls as you can bring out. But Isidora girly, your life has been too easy. So, you have not yet learned to turn your pussy into balls of steel and iron.

Otherwise, you would have never fallen to your knees while you still have the strength to stay on your feet.

Disappointing. Extremely disappointing, I thought you were the shit, the creme de crop, the strongest.

A warrior leaves their opponent the burden of bringing them down. Girl, it’s fine if you can’t defeat me. But why...are you defeating yourself?" Xena Apotheosis asked with a sigh of disappointment, her words rocking the queen to the core of her soul.

Xena gave Isidora a moment to digest her words, but seeing that the queen showed no quick reaction, Isidora shook her head, stretching out her right index.

"Oh well. If that’s all you have to offer, say goodbye to the person you used to be. Isidora...it’s over," the Grand Priestess said, and the moment next, Isidora could feel a vortex of Arcane energy form behind her head—threatening to suck something out of her.

But at that time, a flurry of red crystal balls flew past Isidora, detonating in Xena’s face. The Grand Priestess’ lips curled up, and she bobbed her head, isolating the explosions before dispersing them entirely.

A flaming figure emerged from the resulting smokescreen, swinging her flaming sword at Xena’s neck. The Grand Priestess didn’t dodge, letting the sword slam into her index and disintegrate upon impact. But in that instant, scarlet flames lit up the newcomer’s figure, and she kicked at Xena’s chest, bouncing against her Inner Shield and flying back to Isidora’s side.

"Interesting...very, very interesting. There truly is no such thing as an ordinary girl among the daughters of this country." Xena rubbed her lips, marveling at the newcomer, at Elyria’s figure.

Isidora too stared at the newcomer, shocked by the demonic energies she felt in Elyria’s emotion flames.

"Congratulations, girly, you are mutating...into a Heart Enchantress. The common folks have a more familiar name for it: succubus.

Another lass has ascended to the ranks of big girls. Assassins, beat the drums!" Xena said with a cheerful smile, and as the 300 assassins summoned their war drums, beating as ordered, Elyria’s ears took an elven shape. Sanguine horns sprouting from her forehead as red butterfly wings emerged from her back.

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A flaming figure emerged from the resulting smokescreen, swinging her flaming sword at Xena’s neck. The Grand Priestess didn’t dodge, letting the sword slam into her index and disintegrate upon impact. But in that instant, scarlet flames lit up the newcomer’s figure, and she kicked at Xena’s chest, bouncing against her Inner Shield and flying back to Isidora’s side.

"Interesting...very, very interesting. There truly is no such thing as an ordinary girl among the daughters of this country." Xena rubbed her lips, marveling at the newcomer, at Elyria’s figure.

Isidora too stared at the newcomer, shocked by the demonic energies she felt in Elyria’s emotion flames.

"Congratulations, girly, you are mutating...into a Heart Enchantress. The common folks have a more familiar name for it: succubus.

Another lass has ascended to the ranks of big girls. Assassins, beat the drums!" Xena said with a cheerful smile, and as the 300 assassins summoned their war drums, beating as ordered, Elyria’s ears took an elven shape. Sanguine horns sprouting from her forehead as red butterfly wings emerged from her back.

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A flaming figure emerged from the resulting smokescreen, swinging her flaming sword at Xena’s neck. The Grand Priestess didn’t dodge, letting the sword slam into her index and disintegrate upon impact. But in that instant, scarlet flames lit up the newcomer’s figure, and she kicked at Xena’s chest, bouncing against her Inner Shield and flying back to Isidora’s side.

"Interesting...very, very interesting. There truly is no such thing as an ordinary girl among the daughters of this country." Xena rubbed her lips, marveling at the newcomer, at Elyria’s figure.

Isidora too stared at the newcomer, shocked by the demonic energies she felt in Elyria’s emotion flames.

"Congratulations, girly, you are mutating...into a Heart Enchantress. The common folks have a more familiar name for it: succubus.

Another lass has ascended to the ranks of big girls. Assassins, beat the drums!" Xena said with a cheerful smile, and as the 300 assassins summoned their war drums, beating as ordered, Elyria’s ears took an elven shape. Sanguine horns sprouting from her forehead as red butterfly wings emerged from her back.nbbbbh