CHAPTER 525: CALL FOR AID (1/2)
Not too long ago, the Purgatory Shadowcats came seeking Mo Ke. He was still out gallivanting about the Western Human Realms at that time, so they left without result. It was from that point onwards that Mo Na, who had made it her life goal to capture Mo Ke’s heart, started paying attention to the invasion of the undead army.
She discovered that the Undead was searching for something, and worried that they would one day attack the capital as well. That was the point when she decided to send an SOS to Mo Ke. Naturally, she also missed her papa.
The nightmare steed, Mournwraith, was the Overlord of the Purgatory Warhorses. The one who had made the decision to seek out Mo Ke to begin with were the Purgatory Warhorses. Because of his relationship with Mo Ning, he was in a way related to the Purgatory Warhorses… putting aside the question of his gender for the moment. Of the clans in Purgatory, they were objectively the closest to Mo Ke.
Yet even before this whole invasion nonsense, the Purgatory Warhorses were actually quite comfortable to have Mo Ning accompany Mo Ke. As the mate of Mo Ning, he not only had potential, he had a powerful figure looking out for him as well. He himself had three Original Sins blessing him. Strictly speaking, he only required a large amount of souls to reach the Demigod-tier. Emphasis on the word, large.
When Mournwraith first laid eyes on Ferti’nier, he immediately realised that something had changed in the Fallen Angel. As for what it was, he couldn’t be sure. She just seemed more bewitching than usual. Even with his innate resistance to psychic magic, he still lost himself for a second there.
“Overlord Mo Ke?” Mournwraith tactfully asked. “Is that Overlord Mo Ke?”
“Hm? That’s me.” Ferti’nier quickly caught herself. She quietly accepted the Mo Ke label, having no intention of revealing her identity to outsiders. She proudly lifted her head up high and peered down at Mournwraith, lips curled into a mysterious smirk. Such was her beauty that, despite her obvious disdain, the nightmare steed couldn’t help but feel attracted to her.
“It has only been a while but the change in you has been…” Mournwraith had seen the original Mo Ke before, back when he invaded the Purgatory Warhorses. He was a little feminine then, certainly not to the extent he was now.
The fact that Mournwraith was here seeking help from Mo Ke showed that he held authority within his clan. In fact, he wasn’t just any old overlord nightmare steed. His shadow was actually created from another overlord nightmare steed. In other words, he was the equivalent of two overlords!
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“Let’s just cut to the chase, what do you want from me?”
“Oh… before that, may I know if Mo Ning has returned with you?”
“Oh. Mo Ning…” She stroked her chin in thought for a moment, then shook her head nonchalantly. “She should still be in the Western Human Realms. I’m sure she will come home when she wants to.”
That being said, Mo Ning was summoned there by Mo Ke. So unless Mo Ke performed the reverse summoning, Mo Ning basically had no way of returning to Sable Radiance. Unless she was sealed for some reason or another…
Mournwraith stayed silent. Somehow, he got the feeling that if he pressed this issue further, an accident of some sort might happen…
Throughout all that, Mournwraith deliberately averted his gaze from her. His instincts told him that if he were to linger on her eyes for long, his mind might fall into an abyss.
With Ferti’nier’s overwhelming power, even a bug would fall in love with her.
At the end of the day, Ferti’nier and Mo Ke were two entirely different devils. Mo Ke insisted to the bitter end that he was a male, so no matter how feminine his body actually was, he objected to the feminine side of himself. Ferti’nier was a different story entirely. She was the Devil King of Lust. Her ability to bewitch was beyond words. Genderless or not, her very being was enough to enhance Mo Ke’s feminine guilles to its utmost limits. Furthermore, Mo Ke’s body was made in the image of Ferti’nier to begin with, barring his non-existent mounds…
In a lot of ways, this form of subconscious enthrallment was the most troublesome to deal with. Back in the days, Mo Ke was able to make use of this enthrallment to subjugate countless devils. The amount of devils who threw themselves into the fire just for a smile from him numbered in the thousands. Unfortunately, his innate opposition to being treated as such hampered his charms from being fully utilised. If not, there wouldn’t be many in Purgatory who weren’t already kneeling at his knees.
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