parentshiftbook Chapter 2527 - 1108: The Imprisoned Goddess of Wealth (3)
Chapter 2527 - 1108: The Imprisoned Goddess of Wealth (3)
After the Triple Shadows entered the very center of the Hall of Calculation, the golden demon contract visibly reacted, shaking violently before "spitting" out a person.The reason for using "spitting" is because the person’s landing was a bit awkward; she steadied herself on the ground with one hand, regaining her balance.
Despite the awkward posture, her infinite allure was unaffected, especially her majestic chest, which perfectly embodied the phrase "waves surging" as she executed the difficult motion of the one-handed ground jump.
Her figure was tall and slender, clad in tight leather clothing so short that it merely covered the most vital areas, showcasing a perfect S-curve. Particularly her waist, which appeared even slimmer against her ample bosom and round hips, seemingly narrow enough to wrap a hand around.
Her skin was smooth without a wrinkle, betraying no sign of passing time, like a ripe peach exuding a sweet and tempting fragrance, arousing the impulse to devour her whole.
The broad demon wings and the swaying arrow-tip succubus tail didn’t detract from her; they instead endowed her with mesmerizing fantasy charm.
Her eyes bewitched and captivated, seemingly able to fathom the deepest desires within people, playing them with just a smile or a frown.
This was an immensely powerful succubus, perhaps not as genuine as the Queen of the Succubi, but her allure was certainly not inferior to that of her divine nature incarnation.
The appearance of a strong succubus in the heart of Prince Ubar’s territory wasn’t surprising.
The distinct race of succubi was distributed across the multiverse far more extensively than imagined.
Apart from rare planes like the Plains of Bone that aren’t dominated by biological beings, traces of succubi are visible in most of the Bottomless Abyss’s planes, including those ruled by Prince Ubar, the greatest enemy of the Queen of the Succubi.
The title of Queen of the Succubi differs from that of King of the Jackalweres and the Ghoul King.
The latter two are unequivocally gods of their races, representing them with a natural advantage in faith.
Even so, not all Jackalweres and Ghouls worship them.
Let alone the title of Queen of the Succubi, which is merely self-proclaimed by Micanthix, having adeptly seized the divine offices of charm and desire from three other primordial demons.
It’s no exaggeration to say that the succubi of the Bottomless Abyss can be divided into two factions; one-half are servants of the Queen of the Succubi, while the other half are her enemies.
This powerful succubus evidently belongs to the latter.
She was entwined with the same gold as the Demon Altar, and even her eyes appeared in the color and shape of gold coins as she emerged, taking a while to return to normal.
Upon seeing Triple Shadows Taharissi, she immediately sported an exaggerated smile, opening her arms to embrace her, "My darling, you’re finally back."
Taharissi simply swayed slightly, easily evading the hug, asking seriously, "Lady Marreta, what did you do while I was away? Why is the divine nature strength of the opposition overflowing so severely?"
"The bigger you get, the less adorable!" Marreta complained discontentedly, "That’s precisely the question I’m asking you; what did you do out there? Just earlier, I saw your shadow inside.
It was from that point that her strength began to soar unusually, not only erasing our previous deterioration but also corrupting many succubi who assisted me, making them slaves to money, attempting to betray us."
"Saw my shadow earlier?" Upon hearing this, Taharissi changed her expression dramatically, unconsciously recalling the image that appeared during her confrontation with the Hands of Slaughter.
Could the problem stem from here?
When the Goddess of Wealth sent out a distress signal via herself, did she re-establish contact with her believers?
No.
It’s not that simple.
Setting aside how powerful Prince Ubar’s sealing strength is, the current state of the Goddess of Wealth is also unique; her body itself is a massive cage, sealing most of her strength and godhood inside, severing all connections with divine offices and god kingdoms, barely exerting one percent of her power.
Without divine offices, how could she connect with her believers?
The problem may not lie with the Goddess of Wealth herself but potentially with the Felen Guest known as the Hands of Slaughter.
Taharissi’s thoughts raced but ultimately couldn’t deduce more and simply said, "Let’s go and see."
As she spoke, she approached the golden demon contract, touching it gently, and immediately, an immense suction force emerged.
The next second saw an earth-shattering change before her eyes.
This was an exceptionally vast world, with countless enormous black chains appearing out of thin air, shooting toward the world’s center where a massive golden sphere resided.
The interior of the sphere was a separate world, showing a quaint yet refined small villa displaying opulence from inside and out.
Everything from walls to pillars was crafted from translucent jade, with its intricate carvings cast in gold, bead curtains threaded from thumb-sized pearls, uniformly transparent and evenly sized.
The chairs and tables were forged from gold, with silver cutlery filled with exquisite delicacies.
The young woman before the dining table was perfectly integrated with the surroundings, her bright golden hair cascading luxuriously, eyes like molten golden globes, slender yet energetic physique, her beautiful face beaming with vitality, her skin reflecting a unique pale golden hue.
Dressed in a robe embellished with numerous gemstones and precious metal sequins, donning a cloak strung with gold coins, a golden belt, and golden boots studded with large pearls.
If such attire were worn by ordinary people, it would undoubtedly represent vulgarity.
Yet on her, it felt entirely as it should be.
She was Woken, the Goddess of Wealth and Trade from Felen.