Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 41

Lying inside, Norton Similias looked pale and lifeless.

Lishiel used all his strength to flash over, but a light barrier suddenly formed where there had been nothing, instantly repelling him.

It was then he remembered that once the sealing magic array was activated, no one could enter unless the seal was broken.

But was he just supposed to watch Norton Similias be drained to death inside?

Absolutely not.

Lishiel immediately rushed forward. If someone’s power had to be absorbed, it could be his.

His hand touched the light barrier, and his demonic energy flowed from his palm into the magic array, replacing the golden power circulating on the barrier.

As time passed, Lishiel’s already pale face became even more bloodless, but his stern profile gradually softened, and his cold gaze held a tenderness he himself hadn’t noticed.

With a rumble, a golden phantom gradually gathered in the sky. Lishiel didn’t look up, focusing entirely on the figure inside the seal.

The light barrier before him cracked slightly. Lishiel didn’t hesitate, blasting it with his left hand.

The light barrier shattered into dust, and the figure in the sky solidified.

At the same time, the cubical device in Su Sheng’s mind, used for locating the target, lit up halfway.

The power belonging to the God of Light cleansed the death aura in the space. Lishiel stumbled. Although he had lost three-quarters of his power, he didn’t care about that. Instead, he rushed over without hesitation and picked up Su Sheng.

The body in his arms was so frail it felt like it might vanish at any moment. Lishiel’s hands trembled as he checked Su Sheng’s breathing. Only when he felt a faint breath did his tense body relax slightly.

He continuously cast healing magic onto Su Sheng, but it still couldn’t save Su Sheng’s body, which was leaking power like a sieve.

Lishiel pulled out bottle after bottle of rare potions, pinching Su Sheng’s mouth open to pour them in little by little, but they were all choked out and couldn’t be swallowed. In his panic, he reached up, intending to snap off his other demon horn.

Suddenly, Su Sheng’s body floated out of his arms and drifted into mid-air.

Lishiel finally looked up, saw the scene before him, and his expression instantly darkened. He roared, “Adelaire, what are you trying to do?”

Golden divine power enveloped Su Sheng, pushing him toward the God of Light.

Adelaire’s pale golden eyes swept over Lishiel without emotion, pausing briefly at his broken demon horn. This old adversary, who had sealed him here for hundreds of years—arrogant and presumptuous—was now lowering himself for a human, not only consuming his own demonic energy but also personally breaking the seal Adelaire had placed just to save this human.

He beckoned, bringing the Saint Son to his side.

“Give him back to me. Don’t make me say it a second time,” Lishiel’s face was utterly grim.

“You planted the Charm Poison in him,” Adelaire stated calmly. “Why?”

The hateful person used a hateful tone. Lishiel scoffed, “What business is it of yours?”

Adelaire’s tone subtly deepened. He said, “He is my follower. I will take him.”

“You dare?!” Lishiel gathered a black particle of light in his hand and struck at Adelaire. In the next moment, this particle, which contained all his power, was dispersed by the God of Light raising his hand.

Adelaire looked down at the once-unrivaled dark ruler who had sealed him—the dark side of the Creator God—now so disheveled for the sake of a human. He slowly stated, “You cannot defeat me now.”

Lishiel slowly swallowed a breath, clenching his hands tighter. Adelaire was right; having lost three-quarters of his power, he truly couldn’t win.

Suddenly, Lishiel thought of something and stared directly at Adelaire: “You say he is your follower? But he is a succubus now, Adelaire. Don’t you hate demons the most?”

Adelaire saw through his petty thoughts. His eyes were cold, and his tone was flat as he said, “I can save him. Can you?”

Lishiel fell completely silent. He glanced at Su Sheng’s pale profile, his eyes shifting slightly. After a moment, he said coldly, “Three days from now, I will come to your Holy Temple to demand him back. If you cannot return him to me whole, I promise you will meet a very ugly end.”

Adelaire took Su Sheng away. Lishiel stood rooted to the spot, watching their retreating figures for a long time, until they completely vanished.

At the peak of the Holy Mountain, in a pure white palace hidden in the snow, lay a black-haired youth. His skin was snow-white, he wore white clothes, his hands were folded, and his face was serene and sacred, his eyes tightly closed.

However, the ears hidden in his soft black hair and the tail peeking out from his clothes were sometimes solid and sometimes ethereal.

Adelaire sat by a round table, slowly sipping wine, his gaze sweeping over the black-haired youth.

The seventy-second Saint Son?

What was so special about him? Why did that fellow Lishiel care so much?

Sensing that the other person was awake but unwilling to open his eyes, Adelaire’s tone was calm and gentle:

“Since you are awake, get up.”

Su Sheng was indeed awake, but the abnormality of his body left him flustered. Since he couldn’t pretend anymore, he slowly lifted the blanket and sat up.

“I have returned all the Light power you used to break the seal, but that power can only suppress the onset of the Charm Poison; it cannot completely remove it.”

As he spoke, the other party seemed to notice his abnormality, frowning as he looked over:

“It’s acting up again so soon?”

Su Sheng nodded. Under the other party’s indifferent gaze, he calmly pulled the blanket higher.

“No need to be shy,” Adelaire said. “This is normal.”

“If enduring it is too difficult, you should relieve yourself.”

Adelaire sat there, his expression serene, seemingly unaware of the shocking nature of his words.

After a long silence, Su Sheng cast a shielding spell over the area. The person inside could see outside, but those outside couldn’t see in. Even so, Su Sheng struggled, his hand hovering in mid-air, unable to drop.

But as the craving accumulated and his body grew emptier, when he finally placed his hand down, Su Sheng still felt a strange sensation.

Later, Su Sheng could no longer spare attention for what was happening outside, so he didn’t notice when Adelaire looked over thoughtfully and took another sip of wine.

Perhaps because the Charm Poison was suppressed, what usually required a partner could now be managed, albeit barely, by himself.

However, self-suppression only delayed the onset.

After everything was finished, he removed the spell. Only then did he have time to think—why was the locator device only half-lit?

After contemplating for a while and ruling out other possibilities, there was only one explanation: the God of Light before him only possessed half of the soul he was searching for.

Su Sheng lowered his eyes. After tidying his clothes, he got out of bed and walked toward Adelaire.

At that moment, Adelaire’s voice sounded in his ear:

“Lishiel has arrived. He is below the Holy Temple. Do you want to go see him?”