Amanda and the Female Mage exchanged glances, both seeing determination in the other's eyes.
The two picked up their weapons and walked towards Caesar.
From the moment Caesar killed his teammates, they had become adversaries who had to eliminate each other.
Caesar would not sit idly by, and the two women immediately engaged in battle. Both were already covered in injuries from Karl, and quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Just then, Karl's figure suddenly vanished from its spot.
The next second, he had already appeared beside Caesar.
A cold light flashed, Caesar clutched his throat, and blood spurted out from between his fingers.
His eyes were wide, filled with terror and disbelief.
He tried to stand up, but his body only moved weakly before he softly collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.
This scene sent shivers down Amanda's and the Female Mage's spines.
"You are free," Karl snapped his fingers, and the two weapons formed by the Formless disappeared: "Whether you leave or live in San Marino City, it doesn't matter."
The Female Mage and Amanda looked at each other, both seeing the relief of having survived a catastrophe in the other's eyes.
They hesitated for a moment, then bowed deeply to Karl.
They supported each other, carefully leaving, walking very slowly at first, fearing he would attack from behind, but their steps grew faster and faster.
Hill stood by, watching the two women depart.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, made a throat-slitting gesture, and asked softly, "Do you need me to get rid of them?"
Karl shook his head: "Forget it, I'm not some kind of devil."
He had, of course, deliberately let these two women go.
If they dared to seek revenge, Karl had absolute confidence in recapturing them; torturing captured assassins was definitely a classic gameplay.
That would be another good opportunity to farm quests.
Unfortunately, from their eyes...
Karl could no longer see any seeds of hatred; he imagined they would choose to stay far away and no longer have any interaction with him.
Karl turned his gaze to Hera, the tall beauty lying unconscious on the ground.
After the power of the formless daughter in her body was purified, she was in an extremely weakened state and had been unconscious.
Karl softly ordered, "Pull her onto the carriage; we're going to Aisha's camp."
"Going to Aisha's camp?!" Surprise flashed in Hill's eyes. After just slaying two of the enemy's top generals, they were heading straight to the enemy's camp.
This was practically looking down on the other side.
But with Karl's almost invincible strength in combat, Hill, after a brief hesitation, eventually nodded.
The luxurious carriage, missing one door, traveled on a bumpy road.
Inside the carriage, the unconscious Hera was casually tossed onto the floor.
This wolf girl was tall, over 1.8 meters in height, and the faint muscle lines on her skin showed her extraordinary strength.
Her abdominal muscles were neat and symmetrical, and her long legs were particularly striking.
They were not only strong but also smoothly contoured, appearing exceptionally slender.
She had a truly athletic physique.
Hill looked out the window, feeling nervous. She looked at Karl, wanting to speak, and saw him hoisting Hera's super long legs onto his shoulders, then very naturally plunging in.
Chapter 93: Delivered to the Door
Karl gazed at the unconscious Hera; his memories of her were not very deep.
The first time he met her in Wind Chime City, she stood behind Aisha, with short hair gently swaying in the wind, a tall figure, and a handsome face with an unapproachable coldness.
Her wolf ears twitched slightly, adding a touch of wild beauty.
Aside from those prominent wolf ears, she had no other obvious mixed-blood features, like a proud, solitary wolf.
Now lying on the carriage floor, her eyes tightly closed, her face still maintained that handsome coldness.
"This wolf is actually a virgin."
Karl was startled, his hands grasping her waist from both sides, stroking her eight-pack abdomen. The power and wildness contained beneath her skin had a charm different from ordinary women.
Her legs were so long that when Karl carried them on his shoulders, they reached his back.
"You…" Hill's mouth twitched. Dark Elves were considered a rather promiscuous race, but she hadn't expected Karl to be even more unruly.
Now they were going straight to someone else's camp.
And he was already impatient enough to take her on the road.
"Capturing a beautiful prisoner and taking her is common sense, isn't it?" Karl carried her long legs; it was difficult for him, being under 1.6 meters tall and holding a wolf girl over 1.85 meters tall.
It looked very uncoordinated.
"Strange," Karl frowned after inviting her, "The structure seems very special."
He wasn't being controlled by his lower head. Capturing a prisoner and then taking her, he wasn't sure if it would be judged as a new gameplay.
However, the handsome wolf girl sister beneath him made him very confused.
Completely different from humans, probably due to her height being over 1.85 meters.
He could actually fit entirely inside, and there was a special resilience.
It was like strong muscles formed rings, completely squeezing and clamping him.
"It seems I can't get out." Karl quickly realized that this clamping sensation was not an illusion. He tried several times before realizing he was truly clamped.
Hill's gaze swept over Hera: "She is a pure-blood werewolf."
Karl frowned, his hands gripping Hera's waist, trying to pull out, but the clamping force was tighter than he had imagined.
Of course, with his seventh-tier strength, he could probably do it by force.
But that would most likely lead to muscle tearing.
Karl also felt a continuous squeezing sensation after being clamped. The force was not great, only a normal massage.
He reached out and clasped Hera's mouth, carefully prying it open. Inside, two fangs were exceptionally sharp, completely different from humans.
Just then.
Hera slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was cold and profound, and when their eyes met, there was no emotional fluctuation.
"Hi, you're a captive, and I'm exercising my rights," Karl said in a relaxed tone.
"…" Hera still didn't speak, clearly looking very weak.
Karl tried to engage her in conversation several times, but she ignored him, maintaining an icy expression.
The carriage was moving.
Karl couldn't pull out for a while, so he could only carry her long legs, occasionally reaching out to explore her body. Besides having wolf ears, other parts were no different from humans.
The only difference was her athletic physique; when he touched her, he could feel clear muscle lines.
The two remained silent throughout the journey.
Amidst the continuous massage sensation, Karl shivered all over. After exhaling a long breath, he still couldn't pull out.
Hill reminded him, "They usually finish after about three times."
"…" Karl's mouth twitched. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was on whom.
Hera's expression remained cold.
Karl was speechless. What was with this strange contrast of a cold expression but a body that clamped on and wouldn't let go? He had no other solution for a while.
His hands began to explore other places; Hera's athletic physique was also a novel experience.
The luxurious carriage drove directly to the Brotherhood's main tent.
Karl got out of the carriage, with Hill following behind. Hera's body was very weak, but she still forced herself to walk behind, her eight-pack abdomen slightly bulging.
According to Hill, female werewolves would automatically retain the male's entire being inside their bodies after the act, until pregnancy.
Karl only felt the wondrous aspects of various races. Seeing Hera's indifferent expression, he didn't ask her how she would handle it, assuming she would take care of it herself.
After all, this wolf girl couldn't possibly really get pregnant with his Child, could she?
Just then, a nimble figure flashed out from the side. Fox's face was beaming with a brilliant smile as she skipped over to Karl.
A pair of slender arms tightly hugged his arm, her eyes playful: "Hehe~ Did you miss me?"
Fox's voice was sweet: "It's all Commander Aisha's fault for not letting me leave, otherwise I would have come to find you."
Karl was somewhat caught off guard by her enthusiasm, his expression strange. He had planned to use his Time Stop ability to kill his way in and out seven times, making Aisha wary of his strength and hesitant to easily deploy troops.
"Come to the main tent, Commander Aisha is already waiting for you." Fox ignored Karl's expression, smilingly pulling his arm and leading him deeper into the large tent.
Karl turned to Hill: "You stay here. If there's danger, leave."
Hill nodded. As a Dark Elf, she certainly didn't want to go on an adventure with Karl.
Fox, with a mischievous smile, led the way with light steps.
She deliberately led Karl on a detour.
The military camp's layout was strict and orderly, with tents neatly arranged like chess pieces. On the training ground, soldiers sweated profusely, their movements synchronized, and their shouts shook the heavens.
Karl pouted. In Wind Chime City, these soldiers were just a disorganized mob, but now they had begun to take the shape of a regular army.
He had to admire Aisha's extraordinary talent in troop training and military affairs.
They arrived at the main tent, and Fox unceremoniously lifted the tent flap.
Inside the tent, Aisha sat on a rough wooden chair. She was not wearing armor but a white male noble's shirt, making the beautiful, mature sister appear casual and unrestrained.
Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, a beauty imbued with nobility.
Loyi stood beside Aisha, her face pale.
Aisha, on the other hand, looked composed. She raised her head, a polite smile on her face: "We meet again, Karl."
Karl walked to the wooden table and sat down casually: "Why can you still smile? I killed all your subordinates."
Aisha listened and chuckled softly: "We each fight for our aspirations; there's no room for resentment."
Karl shrugged: "Alright, you shouldn't just have that to say to me."
"Indeed," Aisha waved her hand towards Loyi behind her.
A hint of reluctance flashed across Loyi's face, but she still silently began to unbutton her clothes.
As her garments opened, her fair, jade-like skin gradually revealed itself, wrapped with countless hair-thin white ribbons.
"Loyi has recently started hearing some unspeakable sounds, if I'm not mistaken," Aisha slowly began, "You should have the ability to remove these things."
"Hmmph?" Karl was startled. There was such a good thing? Was this the legendary 'B' delivered to the door?
Chapter 94: This Woman Has Mental Problems
Loyi was a mature woman, with black curly hair draped over her shoulders. Every gesture she made exuded the charm of a mature woman. After her clothes slipped down her skin,
Upon closer inspection, her abdomen was slightly distended, as if she were pregnant.
This added a maternal quality to Loyi's mature woman's cheeks.
But what caused one's sanity to plummet was a slit at her navel, from which white silk, like a living creature, coiled and crawled out of the navel hole.
It was as if the Child was too impatient for a normal birth and wanted to break out of her belly.
These ribbons possessed a certain magic; just a simple glance made one feel lightheaded, as if being drawn into a hazy dream.
"Mr. Karl, can you tell me what this thing is?" Aisha's beautiful blue eyes looked at Karl.
"Evil God." Karl had no intention of concealing it. He certainly wouldn't refuse such a 'B' delivered to the door: "It's using Loyi's body as a medium, trying to be born into this world through the mother body."
Aisha heard this and stood up from her seat. The white men's shirt in a noble style, with its collar slightly open, was not particularly neutral.
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