The recent frenzy impelled me to fully channel the residual chaotic energy within me into Xianong's being. The formal fusion of light and darkness occurred, endowing me with the dual nature of both angel and demon. Emanating from my back were pristine angelic wings and the highest-tier demonic wings—those of the fallen angel, in obsidian hue.
Typically, the wings of demons resemble bats, but Lucifer, originating as the "angel of light," transformed his wings into darkness upon relinquishing the light energy. Naturally, Nyx inherited her father's traits. Despite her inability to manifest wings due to her ability to transform into a sword, this characteristic, passed onto me along with the angelic attributes of the feathered cloak, has altered my constitution. I now stand as the embodiment of this transformation, adorned with black and white wings gracefully unfurled behind me.
Attempting to manipulate these newfound wings with my will, they responded to my intentions, gradually lifting me into the air. This ascension was solely propelled by the rhythmic fluttering of the wings.
Although Xianong, in her early experiences with intimacy, had been drained of her vitality by my actions, as a martial artist, her senses exceeded those of ordinary individuals. Stirred awake by the winds created by my wing movements, she moaned, opening her beautiful eyes to witness the scene of me hovering with contrasting black and white wings in the confined space of the tent.
She was momentarily captivated.
Descending to the ground, I willed my wings to retract into my back and smiled at the now-awakened Xianong, resembling a blossoming begonia.
Encountering my naked, robust physique, Xianong, who had completely surrendered herself to me, blushed and lowered her head.
Seating myself beside her, embracing her pristine and crystalline figure, I uttered, "Perhaps it's due to the connection with Nyx and Feathered Cloak that I've assumed this form. Tell me, Xianong, do you regret seeing me in this state?"
Xianong, silently pressing her immaculate form against me, conveyed her response without words.
Mischievously, I reached out and pinched the buds that rose provocatively on her chest. Xianong, startled, let out a tender cry, covering her flushed face with both hands. Shyly, she murmured, "You always bully me. If I ignore you, you'll just keep going…"
Despite her words, her jade-like figure writhed enticingly in my embrace, irresistibly tempting.
With a wicked smile, I bent down to indulge in another feast.
Within the private enclosure, amid boundless spring scenery, Feathered Cloak opened her eyes of deep azure. She found herself lying unclothed in the tent alongside Nyx, who was just as undressed. The felt beneath them bore the aftermath of their passionate encounter, and a hint of rosy blush adorned the snow-white thighs, reminding Feathered Cloak of her earlier behavior akin to a seductress. The "Dawn Angel," embodying sanctity and purity, couldn't help but feel embarrassed, covering her face with both hands.
A peculiar sensation emanated from her chest, and in alarm, she released her hands only to discover her master had appeared before her, toying with her ample, snow-white bosom. Beside him lay a captivating, naked beauty—none other than Xianong, the aerial combatant of the "Dark Dragon Knights."
Suppressing the intense pleasure from her bosom, Feathered Cloak coquettishly whimpered, "Master, Feathered Cloak can no longer endure; I cannot bear your affection any longer."
Understanding that she had reached her limit after her recent experiences, I affectionately moved my tormenting hands from her chest to gently stroke her radiant golden hair. Feathered Cloak revealed a content expression, devoted and shyly attentive, expressing, "Master, I love you. I surrender everything to you."
A tremor passed through my heart as I tenderly replied, "I love you too, my little treasure. Rest well, and don't forget you still have to teach me the Holy Light magic."
Feathered Cloak nodded demurely and planted a kiss on my hand before succumbing to sleep on the felt.
Undoubtedly, I had exhausted her with our previous endeavors.
Gazing at the entwined, enchanting figures within the tent, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. If only Livia were here, there would be no regrets.
With a thought, the pitch-black "Heart's Armor" enveloped my form. Stepping out of the tent, I unfurled my newly acquired pair of wings, soaring into the sky. The Dragon Knights, though initially bewildered, had become accustomed to the ever-unpredictable displays of their captain.
Contrary to expectations, we did not embark on the dragon-slaying mission the next day. The three charming ladies were indeed fatigued, and the study of Holy Light magic posed its challenges. Hence, the expedition had to be postponed for a few more days.
Feathered Cloak and Nyx were greatly astonished by the transformation of my physique. However, my originally feeble constitution, refined by the essence of opposing forces, now equaled that of the Dragon Knights. The three of them experienced a significant increase in strength; needless to say, Feathered Cloak's prowess was evident, and Nyx and Xianong could now unleash many magical spells and techniques that were previously beyond their reach.
Concerning Xianong becoming my partner, Lahart and Rovi had long been aware, and the Dragon Knights held great admiration for their captain, who could tame their icy commander. Some daring souls even contemplated seeking guidance from me in the art of wooing.
After three days of thorough preparation, I could freely employ everything except for the ultimate Holy Light magic, the "Sun Sword." The Dragon Knights were in high spirits and fully ready for the forthcoming challenges.
Led by the Earth Bear—Lan Zai, we set forth. To our surprise, the lair of the most formidable demon in the demon realm, the Hell Black Dragon, was surrounded by a profusion of beautiful flowers and lush grass, standing out vividly in the gloomy darkness of the seventh layer of the demon realm.
As we approached, a sudden change in the air caught our attention, and a massive tornado swept towards the Dragon Knights on both land and in the air.
This was an advanced wind magic spell, the "Dragonstorm," and as Feathered Cloak nestled in my arms while riding a flying dragon alongside me, she gracefully darted out, unfurling her six pristine wings in the sky. A dazzling, sacred radiance emanated from her wings, transforming into a ball of light that pierced into the formidable tornado.
In an instant, the storm dissipated, and the imposing tornado vanished into thin air. Feathered Cloak had employed the "Praise of Light," a Holy Light magic with no offensive capabilities but remarkably capable of neutralizing and dispelling enemy attack magic.
As the storm cleared, a majestic silver wolf, radiating an awe-inspiring aura, stood on a giant rock, observing us like a sovereign.
Riding on the Wind Dragon, Lahart loudly declared, "Be cautious, everyone. This is the Wind Elemental Beast, the Silver Magic Wolf. Captain, continue advancing; leave this to me."
In a flash, he, moving at an extraordinary speed as if materializing out of thin air, shot towards the Silver Magic Wolf. His spear transformed into a faint, ethereal stream of light, accompanied by a mournful howl, piercing straight towards the beast.
Among the three leaders of the "Dark Dragon Knights," Xianong, specializing in aerial combat, was a pure warrior with no magical abilities. Rovi, the naval commander, was a magic swordsman proficient not only in swordsmanship but also adept in dark elemental attack magic. On the other hand, Lahart, the ground forces leader, lacked attack magic but excelled in wind-based movement magic, possessing exceptional skills.
Lahart's attack, known as the "Blood Splatter Rending Sky Thrust," utilized the high-speed rotation of the spear during the thrust to generate an unparalleled vacuum, capable of breaking through any defense.
The Silver Magic Wolf, an intelligent sacred beast, sensed the threat of this attack. It emitted a fierce howl, leaping over the spear, and the giant rock it originally stood on was pulverized by the vacuum wave.
Lahart exclaimed, "Excellent," and his spear conjured a myriad of shadows, covering a considerable area as he engaged in a fierce battle with the Silver Magic Wolf.
Suddenly, amidst the floral carpet, flashes of electricity and shimmering water appeared. A hybrid creature with a lion's head and a humanoid body, accompanied by a blue dragon, led a myriad of diverse magical beasts, charging towards us with a deafening momentum.
Observing the scene, Nyx exclaimed, "Master, it's the Thunder Beast and the Deep Sea Dragon. The three Elemental Sacred Beasts have all been mobilized."
Summoning Chirpy and Lan Zai, I commanded them to coordinate with the Dragon Knights in the three divisions—land, sea, and air. Lahart and Rovi led the charge against the magical beasts, and in an instant, the cacophony of beastly roars and the splatter of crimson blood filled the air, painting a gruesome tableau across the battlefield.