Chapter 402: The Sexy Demoness (1)
The Rain of Magma
The sky was on fire!
As the grand sacrificial incantation ended, the black clouds expanded tenfold. The ink-like clouds took on a deep red hue, and a wave of intense heat descended, evaporating all moisture. A drop of red, smoky rain silently fell.
One drop!
Two drops!
The red rain pattered down, bringing with it a fierce, oppressive heat.
"Is that..."
Caine's pupils contracted in extreme shock.
"Magma! It's magma rain! Hide! Take cover, quickly!"
The people were completely stunned, staring at the fiery red raindrops falling from the sky in utter despair.
It was raining magma!
Something that should only happen in a nightmare was unfolding before them.
The red rain grew heavier, covering the entire island. The seemingly solid magical barrier only lasted a few seconds before shattering. The magma landed on the ground, incinerating stone and wood. The ancient castle walls began to melt away, little by little.
Some people were struck by the raindrops and screamed piteously for help. Flames roared, and the entire castle was ablaze.
The magma grew thicker, pouring down like a cloudburst and pooling into rivers on the ground. If this continued, even those hiding in the basement would be burned alive.
Caine McDougal stared blankly at the destruction below. The fierce determination he had before was replaced by defeat and powerlessness.
"This is not a power from the human world!"
"A demon!"
"Only a Demon Lord from Hell could possess such magic."
"Siobhan!"
Caine roared to the heavens, "Are you going to destroy the family? They are your family and friends! Will you just stand there and watch them perish in the flames?"
"I gave you a chance, twice."
Siobhan, with two horns growing from her head, floated above. The magical energy field surrounding her repelled the magma rain. Her eyes were the color of molten rock, devoid of any human emotion.
"You gave up both times, my dear Uncle Caine. All of this is your doing. The moment you violated the McDougal family's ancestral laws and attacked your own niece, your fate was sealed."
"The ancient Gaelic bloodline will end today, and it will end by your hand."
"I hate this!"
Caine shrieked in anger, appearing to lose his mind. "Siobhan, I won't let you get away with this! The McDougals will not be defeated by me!"
"Awaken, ancient heroes! Ancient Gaels slumbering in the fire, take up your weapons and defend your home!"
Caine leaped up, throwing the Dragonbone Staff, which was infused with all his remaining magic, with immense force.
The staff broke through the air, plunging like a javelin into the fire pit.
The flames instantly soared, forming a towering red gate five meters high. One after another, ancient heroic spirits of various forms and wielding different weapons stepped out of the gate. They looked up at the darkness and charged towards the sky like fearless warriors.
The molten rock that fell on them was instantly repelled.
The Ancient Heroes were not mere energy bodies; they were guardian spirits composed of soul, will, courage, divinity, sacrifice, and magic. They possessed strong physical resistance, were immune to most magic, and held a natural suppression over dark creatures.
Most ordinary magical families would be lucky to have one such hero. Only an ancient clan with a long heritage like the McDougals had the ability to conjure dozens of them.
The heroes charged toward the sky. The black clouds showed signs of tearing apart, and the divine light they emitted nearly illuminated the heavens.
Siobhan displayed a rare look of solemnity. She knew better than anyone the battle power of the Ancient Heroes. They were one of the reasons she hadn't immediately sought revenge on her uncle.
But it no longer mattered.
Whether they were Ancient Heroes or some ultimate magic, they were all insignificant before the great Banshee King.
"My Master, please show your power, and let these weak humans see how small they truly are."
The black clouds surged and compressed inward. Gradually, a giant, skull-like face formed from the mist.
This face was enormous, nearly a thousand meters wide and long. A terrifying wave of energy spread across the sky. The face descended, displaying a bloodthirsty, brutal, and slightly impatient greed.
It opened its mouth, and a terrifying suction came from within, like an abyssal vortex that swallowed all things.
The Ancient Heroes were fearless. They did not retreat; instead, they drew their weapons and plunged into the vortex one by one, just as they had done thousands of years ago, engaging the demon in a desperate fight.
The clan members hiding in the castle cautiously peered out, anxiously looking at the sky. They desperately hoped the heroes would break through the darkness and bring light. However, reality often contradicted dreams.
The skull face in the sky let out a satisfied burp, displaying a look of contentment, like a laborer who had eaten his fill.
Witnessing this, Caine collapsed onto the ground, his face ashen, filled with endless despair.
The McDougal family!
The Gaelic bloodline, passed down for millennia, had come to an end here.
The True Queen of the Banshees
An hour later, on the molten ruins of the castle, Siobhan—now evolved into her demon form—released her brother's corpse and sent the last trace of the extracted Gaelic bloodline into a gigantic crystal above.
"Well done, my loyal servant. Now, it is time for me to reward you."
The crystal burst with a blinding red light. With a pop, it shattered, and the blood rolled and burned in mid-air. After the impurities were purged, it condensed little by little. Gradually, a towering figure emerged.
Long demon horns reached straight up toward the sky. Below them was a face of unparalleled beauty. Her seductive features seemed to fuse the best qualities of all female creatures in the world; a single glance made one's heart race.
Her skin was fiery red, merging perfectly with her sexy, fiery body. A pair of wings were embedded in her back, stirring up waves of heat as they fluttered. Her body was extremely tall, nearly three meters, but she didn't look bulky. Instead, she gave off a delicate, feminine impression. Her figure was utterly perfect: long limbs and alluring curves—what should be big was big, and what should be small was small—without a single flaw. Even more striking was her clothing.
The Banshee Queen cared nothing for human etiquette. When she appeared, all she wore was a small scrap of black cloth covering her private parts. The rest of her was completely exposed, especially the two "mountains" on her chest, which stood high and proud. They were so imposing that they could stir desire in even a decaying old man, let alone a strong, young man.
Staring at the figure before her, Siobhan couldn't help but take two steps back.
"Master, how... how could you be here?"
The Crone extended a finger and hooked Siobhan's chin. As the Crone bent over, her two fiery-red peaks were thrust abruptly into view like cannonballs. Siobhan's face flushed crimson, and she quickly looked away.
Her own chest wasn't small, but compared to the Crone's, it was a mere ping-pong ball next to a bowling ball.
Cackle, cackle, cackle!
The Crone laughed unrestrainedly, her "mountains" jiggling with her body, creating waves of fiery-red flesh.
"My servant, I must thank you. Without you, how could I have escaped Hell and felt this long-awaited cool air?"
"In return, I will find the ancient book, and while I'm at it, I will take over this world."
Siobhan frowned.
"Weren't you supposed to tell me the location of the ancient book? How can you..."
"Poor Siobhan. I am the only one in this world who can find the ancient book. If I didn't come to Earth, how could I help you find it?"
The girl was stunned. In that instant, she understood everything.
"You... you lied to me!"
The Crone gently shook her finger. "I did not lie to you. A mother would never deceive her child."
"What do you mean? How are you my mother? Who exactly are you?"
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