Forced To Become The Devil’S Succubus Lover Chapter 45

Chapter 45

Su Sheng’s brow twitched violently. Under…

The battle lasted a full half month. Initially, the sky was split evenly between gold and black, but by the end, the sky returned to a clear blue, and both the God of Light and the Demon King were utterly exhausted.

Su Sheng raised his hand. The magical elements in the air, which had been so dense they were almost tangible, were now incredibly thin. He looked into the distance. He had worried they might stop, but just as the Demon King had said, the Demon King was giving his all in this fight, and so was the God of Light.

Gently pinching the flickering light dust in the air, Su Sheng remained expressionless and softly chanted an incantation.

A staff appeared in his hand. Su Sheng gripped the staff and stepped into the air, moving toward the location where the two were fighting.

Su Sheng did not conceal his magic, so the moment he moved, both individuals sensed him.

The God of Light and the Demon King stopped simultaneously and looked over.

Adelaire’s gaze fell upon Su Sheng’s staff. His pale golden eyes flickered slightly, and the previously expressionless face showed a hint of understanding. He extended his hand in invitation, but what arrived was not Su Sheng’s hand reaching out to him, but a magic orb—an attack he could not resist with his current strength.

This was an attack using almost all of Su Sheng’s power. Adelaire’s figure was enveloped in golden light. To Su Sheng, death should have been painful, but Adelaire’s face only showed indulgence and forbearance.

The staff suddenly felt abrasive in his hand. Su Sheng shifted his gaze, refusing to look at Adelaire’s expression.

When the light orb gradually dissipated, Su Sheng looked at Lishiel. A trace of complexity was hidden beneath his cold gaze, but this complexity was well-concealed and difficult to detect.

In the sky, another burst of golden light replaced the original pale gold, clashing with the black light ahead.

The Demon King watched Su Sheng approach step by step, looking at the person he once wanted to control but now desperately desired. After a moment of surprise, he smiled faintly: “To die by your hand is a good end.”

However, beneath that smile, a hint of regret lingered.

The Demon King closed his eyes, his face peaceful, allowing the golden light to permeate his body. He made a gesture of embrace, but his arms were empty, holding only the golden light eroding his body.

A moment later, two light-orb-like objects floated out from the two bodies, circling Su Sheng affectionately. Su Sheng waved his hand, placing the two bodies inside the Holy Temple, then took out the device. A red flash occurred, and the two fragments of soul were collected within it.

Tapping his brow and putting away the device, Su Sheng spoke to the sky in an emotionless, cold tone, just as he had after completing countless missions: “Transmigrator Bureau Su Sheng, codename 007, mission complete. Requesting world departure.”

As soon as the words fell, a white transmission light descended. Su Sheng stepped into it without the slightest hesitation, closing his eyes and allowing the dizziness to envelop him.

However, no one noticed that at this moment, the Demon King’s body inside the Holy Temple was wrapped in a mass of gray matter, from which a soft light cluster, the same color as the light orb, faintly emerged.

When he opened his eyes again, Agent 007’s voice rang in his ears, lively and cheerful, circling Su Sheng.

“Host, Host, did you miss me?”

“007 missed you so much.”

“Host, you completed such a dangerous mission so perfectly. 007 truly admires you.”

Su Sheng frowned. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable, and a hint of irritation appeared between his brows. He said, “Shut up.”

At the same time, he swiped his access card and walked out of the transmission pod.

Someone was already waiting at the door. Upon seeing Su Sheng, they instantly stood straight and bowed respectfully: “Hello.”

Su Sheng glanced past the person and asked plainly, “Where is the Administrator?”

The person, dressed in a blue suit and wearing square-rimmed glasses, replied, “That superior’s body is being preserved in the chamber. Please follow me.”

Su Sheng followed. He had already changed from his white robes into a casual blue T-shirt, making him appear even more refined and noble.

Walking to the chamber door, Transmigrators were normally only allowed to hand over the device and wait for a response, but Su Sheng was different. Although his codename was 007, he was a special Transmigrator. Because he had never failed a mission, he was granted a special privilege: he could learn partial classified information about his own missions—

For example, now, he arrived at the entrance of a heavily protected chamber, waiting for that person to wake up.

However, when the chamber door opened, the news Su Sheng received was not good.

“We regret to inform you, your mission was not successful.”

“Failed?” Su Sheng frowned, muttering, “How could that be… Where did the problem occur?”

The robot in front of him replied, “It is not a failure, but only three-quarters of the progress has been completed.”

“Testing shows that one-quarter of the soul still exists in that world, so the mission is still ongoing.”

“…What should I do?”

“Return to the small world and retrieve that soul fragment.”

After a moment of silence, Su Sheng’s expression remained unchanged, and he agreed.

Because the Transmigrator Bureau had a rule that the mission body would be preserved for ten years after leaving a small world.

So, when he returned to this world, Su Sheng was reborn into the body of the Saint Son once again.

However, what surprised him upon opening his eyes was that, based on his understanding of the Transmigrator Bureau, this was definitely not the place chosen by the Bureau to preserve his body.

He tried moving his hands, and after confirming he had fully adapted to the body, Su Sheng sat up. The furnishings here were luxurious. Although there were no windows, the room was very bright. The wall lamps were burning precious potions, resulting in a bright, soft, non-glaring light.

With this familiar extravagant style, Su Sheng barely needed to guess where he was now.

But what puzzled him was that the Bureau would definitely hide his body using objects that did not belong to this world. How did Lishiel find it? Was it simply because he was the Administrator’s soul?

The door handle turned, and as soon as a crack opened, a strong smell of alcohol wafted in, causing Su Sheng to cover his nose with his hand.

One foot stepped in. Lishiel entered, his eyes clear but his steps swaying.

He was startled when he saw Su Sheng, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

“How did you…” he said haltingly and indistinctly, “How did you get up?”

He was clutching something in his hand, but Su Sheng couldn’t see what it was.

Su Sheng didn’t move, because Lishiel looked extremely abnormal right now.

“When can I finally die?” Lishiel’s eyes were unfocused. Hearing this, Su Sheng felt a sense of dread. Almost immediately, his gaze locked onto the messy front of Lishiel’s clothes, where crisscrossing, faintly visible, hideous wounds were exposed.

Su Sheng’s grip on the bedding tightened involuntarily.

Lishiel staggered closer until he reached the bed, where he tripped. The object in his hand tumbled out, rolling onto the floor.

The moment he clearly saw the object, Su Sheng’s brow twitched violently, and he instinctively gripped the bedding tightly.

An indescribable feeling spread through his heart.