Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 24

The rose was presented to him by its owner, and seeing him accept it, Loren smiled.

The thorns had been trimmed very smoothly, so it didn’t prick his hand at all when he held it.

Even though they were surrounded by incredibly dangerous man-eating flowers and poisonous miasma, Su Sheng etched the scene of this moment into his mind.

His gaze softened slightly, no longer so rigid. He pretended to accept the flower nonchalantly, but as soon as Loren turned away, he carefully wrapped it up and tucked it into his pocket.

They entered the dragon’s lair and used arrows tipped with a potion to hunt a giant dragon. From the magic used to peek into its memories, they learned that decades ago, there was a rebellion against the White Dragon, Bia. During that rebellion, the Black Dragon imprisoned the White Dragon in the deepest part of Dragon Island and became the island’s ruler. However, the Black Dragon ruler was unpopular, and many dragons resented him.

After receiving these memories, Loren looked at him and raised an eyebrow: “Are you sure you want to get involved in this mess?”

Su Sheng also felt annoyed. Frowning, he said, “I have a reason I must go.”

Loren shrugged. “Alright, if you insist.”

The two traveled deep into Dragon Island. From the dragon’s memories, they knew the White Dragon was imprisoned beneath the island, and the only path led through the island’s center.

They quickly moved toward the center of the island. Just as they were about to arrive, the previously calm sky suddenly filled with flying grit.

How could there be a storm in the center of the island?!

Su Sheng stopped, his brow furrowed in thought.

This storm blocked the only necessary path forward, making it seem unavoidable. But looking at the swirling dust storm, he felt a growing sense of unease.

It felt like a warning.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Sheng cast a magical rope knot onto Loren’s hand and said, “Try not to separate.”

Loren looked at him and smiled. “Of course.”

They walked forward, and then a hurricane pulled them in.

Inside the storm, Su Sheng’s anxiety intensified. He walked almost pressed against Loren, but it was as if the storm deliberately intended to separate them. Before long, the two were no longer together.

Su Sheng set up a magic barrier to resist the storm, but it was useless, completely ineffective. The storm was unimaginably strong, making it impossible for them to move an inch. It seemed to be bolstered by a dark aura, suggesting that everything since they entered the island had been part of the Black Dragon leader’s plan.

The deeper they went, the stronger the dark aura became. Eventually, the aura was so dense that it condensed into spectral monsters that roamed and attacked within the storm.

Su Sheng summoned his staff and scattered several spectral monsters with a swing. Loren did the same, but the distance between them grew wider, separated by the storm. Su Sheng wanted to check on Loren, but he was too entangled to break free, so he had to repeatedly throw magic shields in Loren’s direction across the storm and the multitude of specters.

Su Sheng shouted to ask Loren about his situation but received no response. In the roar of the intense storm, even voices seemed incredibly weak.

Yet, no matter how careful Su Sheng was, under the fierce hurricane that could penetrate magic, the grit tore at his clothes, and small scratches gradually appeared on his face, arms, and exposed skin.

At that moment, a faint, ethereal singing reached his ears. The sound was so beautiful that the pain in his body seemed to recede. Su Sheng’s expression hardened, and he cast a sound-blocking spell on both himself and Loren.

Braving the storm, Su Sheng slowly moved toward Loren. But somehow, perhaps due to the combined influence of the specters and the singing, he began to hallucinate.

Visions of a carriage, Femon, and the people pulling it flashed before his eyes. He shattered the illusion with a strike of his staff. What appeared next were specters right in front of him and Loren, running toward him without regard for his own safety.

The specter was close enough that it was too late to swing his staff again. Loren rushed over with his sword drawn, completely ignoring the dozen specters surrounding him.

He saw a lot of blood appearing on Loren’s body, soaking his clothes. He also saw Loren warning him, “Don’t come over.” He suppressed his worry, telling himself this was not the time to go to him.

But the next moment, a specter passed right through Loren’s chest. Loren staggered, slowly lowering his head.

His heart felt like it was being lifted by something, then violently smashed onto the ground. His body trembled uncontrollably, and terror instantly spread from his feet upwards. For a moment, his mind went blank.

Loren’s… chest… was pierced…

Would he… die?

He thought blankly, but the next scene made him panic, an indescribable panic exploding within him.

“No—”

The specter in front of him passed through his head. Intense pain struck, and his vision blurred, but he was oblivious. His tear-filled eyes stared fixedly in that direction. Logic warned him not to go, but… he wanted to.

He had to go!

Ignoring the risk of being torn to shreds by the storm, he cast aside everything for the first time, rushing frantically along the direction of the rope knot.

“Just a little bit more.” But Su Sheng didn’t see that the specter carrying a dark aura behind him had turned around and was charging at him again.

All the chaos ended when he saw Loren’s panicked face. He watched Loren rush toward him; everything that happened just now felt like a hallucination. Simultaneously, the specter passed through his body. No one noticed that the dark aura silently entered Su Sheng’s body.

Seeing that Loren was still alive, his running steps slowed. Exhaustion filled his entire body, as did the stinging pain. He desperately craved rest, so he stopped.

The moment Loren caught him, he looked at Loren’s face—though battered, it was full of vitality—and smiled easily, closing his eyes contentedly.

“Thank goodness you’re alright.”

A soft voice entered Loren’s ear. Loren felt the weight in his arms and was utterly stunned for the first time.

Just as Loren was momentarily frozen, the light of a five-pointed magic array beneath their feet abruptly flared up.

Loren hugged Su Sheng tightly, his face darkening. If his butler were present, he would see that the Demon King, who in his memory had almost never shown anger, was furious.

In an instant, massive demonic horns appeared. Loren’s pupils flickered between gray and blue. As Loren clenched his fist, the storm that had rendered them helpless suddenly vanished. The annoying grit turned to dust, leaving nothing behind. Miles away, the mermaids stopped singing, looked up in terror, and then exploded into plumes of bloody mist.

Only Dragon Island remained largely unchanged, save for the disappearance of the storm.

Su Sheng was sleeping in his arms. Just then, a dragon flew from the sky. It was a Black Dragon with an extremely robust body and horns twice the size of other giant dragons.

“The century-long agreement is not over. You have crossed the line.”

The giant dragon said, slowly descending while flapping its wings. It looked at the Demon King with a mixture of fear and excitement.

The Demon King’s expression remained unchanged. His tone was calm as he stated:

“Bell, you hurt my person.”

Bell glanced at the person in the Demon King’s arms. The person was held very tightly, with only a head of black hair exposed.

Although Bell rarely left Dragon Island and didn’t care about the affairs of the mainland, he knew that only the current Saint Son had black hair.

He let out a rough snort and said, “He was injured in the head by the Specter’s Breath. He can only recover by entering Bia’s memories.”

“The White Dragon King’s memories?” The Demon King looked at Bell with a half-smile. Bell did not miss the killing intent that flashed in the Demon King’s eyes.

His voice trembled slightly. “You, you must not forget the agreement you made with Bia centuries ago.”

The Demon King snorted, saying nothing.

Only then did Bell dare to speak. “As compensation, please allow me to escort you inside.”

Watching Lishiel walk step by step toward the magic array, Bell’s vertical pupils flashed. The greed on his face was almost uncontrollable, but he forcibly suppressed it.

No rush, no rush. He would get it eventually anyway.