Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 21
bySu Sheng raised his hand and shot out a magical light blade. The blade chased after the demon, but as it flew past, it narrowly grazed the youth’s cheek, severing a lock of his hair.
The youth turned his head in panicked confusion. Su Sheng said coolly, “Hand slipped.”
Then, without caring what the other person thought, he turned his head away.
Loren looked back and saw him, exclaiming happily, “Norton!”
He sliced off the heads of two demons with a single strike. While the remaining demons were still far away, he loosened his arms and walked toward them.
The youth’s legs were shaking with fear. He stood rooted to the spot, looking left and right. When he saw Loren walking back, he followed without hesitation. Still feeling unsafe behind him, he boldly grabbed the hem of Loren’s robe.
Loren immediately said with disgust, “Get lost.” He then cut off the section of the robe that was being held and gave the youth a cold look.
Su Sheng watched as the youth standing behind Loren turned pale, staggering back several steps with a loud clatter.
Feeling slightly satisfied, Su Sheng was about to speak when he saw several demons suddenly appear ahead. They were glowing green and rushing forward recklessly, aiming straight for the youth’s back!
That green light meant the demons were self-destructing. This desperate act increased their flying speed several times over, allowing them to catch up easily. The youth heard the commotion and glanced back, stumbling in terror. He fell onto the snow, his head buried in the snow before he desperately looked up at Loren: “S-save me.”
At that moment, Vial also rushed out of the cave and immediately shouted upon seeing the scene: “Help Norui!”
But Loren showed no intention of helping. He didn’t even turn around, instead walking over with a smile that suggested it was none of his business.
In that instant, Su Sheng felt an indescribable emotion, but seeing the demons about to reach Norui, Su Sheng instinctively rushed forward a few steps. Norui’s eyes flashed with joy upon seeing this, but a moment later, his face was filled with shock because Su Sheng stopped.
Su Sheng gripped the staff in his hand but forcefully halted his steps. A trace of confusion flashed in his mind: Why should I save him?
A mocking thought arose from the depths of his heart: Have you forgotten how those people treated you in the end?
At the same time, he saw the shock and incomprehensible hatred that flashed across Norui’s face when he saw him stop. In that moment, Femon’s voice and the “three-day agreement” seemed to echo in his ears again.
The demons were already behind Norui. If he didn’t act now, there would be no more chance.
Behind him, Vial was roaring in anguish: “Norton!!! Why won’t you save him?”
Why… won’t I save him…
His gaze swept over Norui’s desperate, hollow face.
Su Sheng closed his eyes, his expression turning cold once more.
But in the next moment, he flashed behind Norui. The few demons about to self-destruct paused, seemingly surprised that someone would be foolish enough to rush over. Then they began to laugh maniacally: “If we can’t kill him, killing you will do.”
Feeling the demons lock onto him as their target, Su Sheng turned, grabbed the youth, and threw him toward Vial. But as he looked up, he saw the previously calm and composed Loren become utterly panicked, running toward him with clumsy, uncoordinated steps.
“Norton, what are you do—”
Before he could finish speaking, Su Sheng felt a gut-wrenching pain explode within him. Loren’s roar was ringing in his ears. He closed his eyes weakly, no longer having the strength to even mock himself, and his body uncontrollably fell backward.
The magic barrier shattered. The biting cold numbed the pain, allowing him to open his eyes again to look at the running Loren.
Blood blurred his vision. He struggled to keep his eyes open, but the world gradually lost its color. Snow fell everywhere, but all he saw was a vivid red.
Loren rushed over and embraced him. He could feel the other man’s arms trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. Fortunately, the blood blocking his windpipe only allowed him to cough incessantly.
“Don’t, don’t worry, I will heal you.” Perhaps Loren didn’t realize how badly his voice was shaking.
The healing spell treated some of Su Sheng’s external injuries, but the shattered internal organs could not be restored.
The blood stopped gushing from his throat, and Su Sheng finally had a little room to breathe.
“Go,” he said, enduring the intense pain.
Loren wanted to say more, but seeing Su Sheng’s reluctance to talk, he stopped himself and quickly carried Su Sheng away on his back.
As he passed the two, he glared fiercely at Norui and Vial.
Loren did not carry Su Sheng down the mountain. Instead, he found a cave and cleared out the accumulated snow. The snow, which was normally unaffected by magic, rapidly melted under the inch-by-inch erosion of dark magic. Loren snapped his fingers, and the cave instantly became dry and warm.
To make it even drier, he conjured a basin of magical flame.
Loren carved out a stone bed and placed the now unconscious Su Sheng onto it. Then he waved his hand, and a water mirror instantly appeared before him.
At the same time, the magic mirror in the castle displayed the Demon King’s face—the appearance of a blonde, blue-eyed prince, but topped with a pair of utterly black demon horns.
The butler beside the magic mirror stood respectfully with his head lowered, awaiting the Demon King’s command.
If Su Sheng had seen this person, he would have recognized him as the King of the Filichis Kingdom, Loren’s “father.”
His expression was cold as he commanded the castle butler: “Bring all the Life Potions to the Holy Mountain.”
“Yes, my Master,” the butler responded respectfully with a bow, a bottle of green magical potion appearing in his hand.
The Life Potion was made from the tears of the God of Life, making it incomparably precious, yet now it was being poured into Su Sheng’s mouth as if it were worthless.
The butler stood nearby. He dared not defy the Demon King’s will, but he subtly reminded him, “Master, one drop of the Life Potion is sufficient.”
Only after the entire bottle of Life Potion was administered did the Demon King stop, asking softly, “Will he die?”
The butler’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, seemingly not expecting the Demon King to ask such a question.
After a moment of consideration, he replied, “Master, whether it is healing magic or offensive magic, you are the most accomplished person on the entire continent. You should know this best.”
The Demon King’s face paled slightly. He stared intently at the person on the stone bed for a while, then suddenly performed an action the butler had never imagined—he broke off one of the horns on his head!
The butler exclaimed in horror, “Doing that will cause your demonic power to drain!”
The Demon King grunted in pain. He casually weighed the half-horn in his hand, a careless smile appearing on his pale face: “Why worry? My demonic power won’t drain completely even in a hundred years. But if this person dies, where will I find such an interesting source of amusement again?”
“Besides, once he integrates this Abyssal Horn, it means he has accepted the gift of the Abyss. He will no longer be himself, and his future actions will be under my control.” The Demon King narrowed his eyes. “And then such unpleasant things won’t happen again.”
The butler silently lowered his head.
The Demon King played with a lock of Su Sheng’s hanging black hair, asking casually, “By the way, what is the situation with Sala?”
“That succubus escaped the Abyss and is hiding in the Elf Kingdom. We are sending more people to capture her.” The butler hesitated. “She has a group of very loyal demons under her command. Is the Saint Son’s injury this time perhaps…”
The hand playing with the hair paused. “Capture her, but do not kill her. Escort her to the castle.”
“Also, do not let this kind of oversight happen again.”
The Demon King’s tone was calm, yet the butler was sweating profusely. He lowered his head in fear, his voice trembling: “Master, even if I must sacrifice my life, your servant will bring that succubus to you.”
The flame inside the stone cave burned brighter. On the side wall, the shadow of a half-broken horn swayed back and forth with the movement of the figure.
At that moment, Su Sheng’s eyelids suddenly fluttered.