Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Before she could finish excitedly sharing her vision, she noticed her roommate standing up with a blank stare.

"where are you going?"

“The water room,” my roommate sighed, “is honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m living with Sheldon Cooper, and at his age.”

Chu Shixin blinked, not understanding what she meant.

So much for the memories.

To test her idea, the six-armed snake demon Ivy Beatrice put it into practice.

The entire process borrowed a little from "The Guide to Making a Flesh Golem" and also consumed a huge amount of healing potions and many scrolls.

Once the reconstructed circulatory system began to function, and another day and night passed, Ivy-Beate was pleased to see that Sink's race on the "System Panel" had changed to "Grandel".

As time went by, the seventy-year-old man, his face full of wrinkles and his hair all white, grew stronger and stronger day by day. Although his body was thin when he took off his shirt, every muscle looked like it was bound together with wire, and he also showed the rather weak regenerative ability of a half-troll.

“This proves my theory was correct,” the six-armed serpent demon muttered to himself, then sighed, “It’s a pity you in the other world can’t see it.”

As a perfectionist, she also transplanted her breath pouch and wings to Sink, and then announced the "Terminator Project" as a complete success.

If any mind warlock or archdruid saw the results of this surgery, they would only think she was wasting her time.

Changing a creature's race can be done using psychic abilities to swap bodies or magical transformations; why bother with conventional medical methods? If it weren't for a super donor like Grandal, the old man would have been dead long ago if he were from any other race.

But Ivy Beatrice felt a great sense of accomplishment.

In short, it's because she's been incredibly bored these past few days.

This sense of accomplishment reached its peak after encountering pirates one day.

Long before the pirates discovered their two ships, Terminator Sink led his "bomber squadron" down from the sky, easily destroying the pirate ships before returning to base.

Ivy-Beate rewarded the old man with the spellbook she couldn't seem to learn. A few days later, in front of everyone, Sink manipulated a cable and flew up, using the zero-ring arcane spell "Hand of the Mage." This piqued Ivy-Beate's curiosity. Checking the "System Panel," she discovered that Sink's life level had increased to a level 1 Wizard.

After that, Ivy Beatrice got bored again.

But this time she couldn't think of any way to relieve her boredom, so she could only sullenly sunbathe all day and continue fishing with the tip of her tail.

However, the boredom was quickly broken.

Despite being thousands of miles apart, the six-armed serpent demon could still clearly sense that someone had triggered the magical alarm device he had set up in his home in Fireport.

Moreover, the hostility was considerable.

Chapter 117 The Stone That Can Change at Will

When the burn scar opened its eyes again in the darkness of the sewer, ending its "turtle-like" state, it felt that its injuries were almost painless, as if it had been healed, and it had regained its strength.

Burn Scar knew it was an illusion, the effect of honing his self-hypnotic mental skills to the extreme.

He listened quietly for a while, and seeing that there was no movement around him, he gently moved the rusty iron fence above his head and slipped out silently.

The attack by the two-headed evil dragon had just occurred, and Fire Harbor was still recovering from its depression. Now, due to the manhunt, the square was deserted.

Burn Scar stretched his limbs slightly, reached into the sewer again, and pulled out his haul for the day: a frozen sea bass. He had stolen it from the kitchen of a restaurant just before he was cornered.

He couldn't wait to put the frozen fish to his mouth and tear into it, swallowing two large mouthfuls of meat before he felt a little better.

Then he froze.

Burn Scar stared wide-eyed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, at the hand that was holding the frozen fish and stuffing it into its mouth.

The hand was covered in rough, round scales, with stripes of sallow and pale yellow... but it wasn't his hand!

With a thought, Huang Lin grabbed the fish with his large hand and moved it away from his mouth.

If the thought arises again, move your hand back.

He kept his head still, and incredulously glanced at Huang Lin's large hand out of the corner of his eye, only to find that the arm was actually reaching out from behind his shoulder.

—When did I grow an extra pair of arms?

Not only that, he discovered that his body had also changed. His skin, which used to have alternating light and dark green stripes, was now covered with rough, yellow scales.

Scarface touched his head in confusion. It was bald. Yes, he was still bald, but the area where hair should have grown had become much rougher, and it seemed to have grown those yellow scales.

Then I touched my face.

He exhaled deeply; the horrific scar was still there.

But the scar seemed to have changed, becoming fluffy and soft. When he touched it lightly with his fingers, he felt the entire burn scar burning painfully, as if the dragon's breath that had fallen from the sky that day was burning his face again.

Not only that, he found a triangular pebble in his left palm. The pebble was grayish-brown. Burnscar frowned; he had absolutely no recollection of it.

Just then, a dragon priestess in gleaming armor and a female paladin rushed towards them with a dozen soldiers.

Scarface felt a murderous intent rising in his heart, but then he thought better of it and simply swaggered forward to meet them. As he walked, he ate the frozen fish in his hand, not even glancing at the city guards.

They saw the burn scars from a great distance.

They watched with curiosity this strange man who was wolfing down the frozen fish.

This creature was covered in yellow scales of varying shades, and had four arms on its upper body. Its appearance was extremely grotesque, with a large, bright red patch on its face, resembling a bulging blood blister.

The city guards glanced at him again, then withdrew their curious gazes and ran past Burn Scar.

"Is it him?" Scar heard the woman's voice say, "It's that paladin."

“The one we need to arrest is a Greenman,” said the Dragon Priest.

The paladin said, "But that guy looks just like a demon."

Before he could finish speaking, Scar felt some kind of detection magic sweep over him.

"Not a demon, probably some kind of filthy, inferior mixed-race scum."

Burnscar heard the dragon priest say with disgust, "You know, in this corrupt place, anything can happen."

The burn scar stopped.

"Hey!"

He turned around and shouted loudly at the backs of the crowd.

But the city guards completely ignored him. They continued walking briskly forward, hurrying to capture the leader of the Greenmen, the murderer of the Otukan matriarch.

Burn Scar shouted, "The girl I fucked is actually the matriarch of the Ottokan family, the high priestess of the Bronze Dragonflight, right?"

During this period of turmoil, all sorts of rumors have been flying around the city. Even if he hadn't paid much attention, he had still figured out the woman's identity.

The priest turned around in bewilderment, followed by the paladins and numerous soldiers, all stopping in their tracks. They stared in disbelief at the audacious four-armed monster, hardly able to believe their ears.

The priest narrowed his dragon eyes: "What did you say?"

The burn scar left behind half a frozen fish.

“You’re an Otukan, aren’t you?” Scarface said. “I can see it. This…” He gestured with his hand to his left chest, where the Otukan coat of arms was on the priest’s armor, “exactly the same as the one on that woman’s handkerchief.”

The dragon priest slowly walked towards the burn scar.

The armor and chainmail rings on his body collided with each other, making a soft metallic clanging sound, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"I think you want to die."

"The dragon priest said in a snarling voice."

The burn scars spread out his four arms to him.

“You should call me Dad,” he said. “After all, I slept with your stupid mommies.”

The dragon priest let out a roar.

He raised the sacred symbol of the bronze dragon, casting a divine spell on himself, and then swung the flail, smashing it down on Burnscar.

Just as the dragon priest was casting his spell, the paladins and numerous soldiers had already surrounded them.

Almost simultaneously, the dragon priest's flail, the paladin's longsword, and more than ten spears pierced the four-armed monster's body.

The feeling of a sharp object piercing a human body and a flail hitting the head cannot be faked; this suicidal guy got what he deserved.

However, the next second, everyone's expression changed.

More than a dozen spears pierced the four-armed monster's body, but none of them managed to penetrate his skin.

The longsword slashed diagonally across his neck, causing the yellow scales on his neck to sink slightly, but it couldn't advance an inch.

And the flail that landed on the strange man's head...

The dragon priest fell backward onto the ground with a thud.

The paladins and the others were horrified to see that the dragon priest's own bronze dragon head had been dented, and the flail's hammer head was deeply embedded in half of his head.

Blood and brain matter slowly spread around the dragon priest's shattered head.

The man with the burn scar chuckled.

In an instant, using the power of psychic abilities, one can distort the flow of time within their physical body, thereby transferring themselves to a static flow of time where there is no flow, thus ignoring all harmful effects.

This is the invincible technique of the Psionic Monk, "Static Body".

The next second, he vanished without a trace before the horrified crowd, then reappeared behind a soldier, easily reaching out and pulling out the soldier's heart.

Amidst the gushing of blood, the soldier collapsed to the ground, a huge bloody hole in his back.

The others roared and charged at Burn Scar, unleashing a barrage of swords and spears.

A large number of soldiers rushed forward and stabbed him with spears.

The paladin cast more magical buffs on herself and even used a "dispel spell" on the burn scar. She suspected that the monster possessed some strange magic.

However, these attacks were slower than snails to the Scarred Ones, who could manipulate the flow of time. Not to mention, with the psionic monks' precognitive abilities, their muscles and blood flow had already betrayed the direction and location of their attacks.

Scarface raised his other three arms, easily deflecting the opponent's attack. He casually shoved two fingers into another soldier's nostril, flipping the soldier's skull off as if it were a game.

The burn scar narrowed its eyes.

My own strength seems to have increased significantly without me even realizing it.

As for the paladin's "dispelling magic," he didn't even try to block it, simply letting the magic hit him. Psychic abilities and magic are completely different systems; "dispelling magic" was useless against him.

Burn Scar's attention returned to the palm of his hand that had ripped out the man's heart.

To his surprise, the grayish-brown pebble he had been holding in his hand was gone, replaced by a stone glove that covered his entire palm and five fingers.

He dodged the soldier's thrust, raised his stone-gloved hand, and pointed at the soldier in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, a thin, long stone spike, like a spear, extended from the fingertips of the scarred stone glove and pierced the soldier's left eye, exiting through the back of his head and helmet.

The paladin roared and gripped his sword with both hands, unleashing the "Evil-Slaying Slash" straight at the four-armed monster's head.

Before she could bring down the sword she had enhanced with the "Holy Sword Technique," the burn scars had already struck first.

That's the psychic monk's "Time Advancement" ability, which allows him to instantly adjust his body into a faster time dimension, enabling him to perform more actions than others. It's comparable to the magic "Acceleration."

Burn Scar raised his hand and slapped the paladin, sending him to another timeline.

As the burning scars were applied, the stone gloves on the hands would sometimes transform into the shape of a cleaver or a longsword, and sometimes bulge out into a giant hammer or a hook, killing the other soldiers one by one.

Then he turned around, opened his large hands covered with stone gloves, and stretched his arms forward.

The next instant, the paladin returned to the flow of time in reality.

She stared in shock at the burn scars.

The paladin's body slowly fell to the side, his head still resting on the scarred hand.

The scarred man lifted her head and drank the hot blood that had seeped from her neck cavity.

He drank the blood with great excitement, feeling more powerful than ever before.

Having drunk his fill of blood, he threw down the severed head and hurried back to Ivy-Beate's house. He circled around, then slipped into the basement through the underpass in the yard, where he had been resting all this time.

The moment I stepped into the Ivy-Beate courtyard, a crimson triangle appeared on the back of the stone glove.

He didn't see the excited burn scars, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared.

Author's Note: My family matters have finally come to an end. Well, how should I put it? I have elderly parents to care for and young children to raise—that's just how it is. Please forgive me. There will be another update tonight.

Chapter 118 Visitors to the Home

The fireplace in Ivy Beatrice's living room was burning brightly.

He stared expressionlessly as his flesh, covered in yellow scales, squeaked and emitted an enticing aroma under the red-hot iron bars.

After doing all this, the burn scar felt completely relaxed.

To avoid attracting attention, he extinguished the fire again.