The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 207
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132. Serpent Transformation
“Isn’t it true that witches must try to curse this fate?”
As the words fell, a faint light flickered in Anna’s eyes.
This time, even the incantation was omitted, and a rich aura of magic began to coalesce.
A searing light gathered at her fingertips, and the explosive magic, compressed to its utmost limit, instantly ignited the smoke laced with flammable debris.
Flames surged, and then a fierce wind howled into this semi-enclosed space, swirling with the raging fire, constructing a wall of flames capable of reducing all flesh to ashes.
Several followers who had not fallen into the blood pool were instantly consumed by the flames, their wretched screams turning them to char, the stench of burning flesh filling the air.
“Damn it!”
The demoness was temporarily pushed back by the flames, her face suddenly contorting in rage.
She still had many means left unutilized, and she could see at a glance Anna’s current state, understanding that with just a little more external pressure, her mental defenses would collapse in an instant.
But under Anna’s long-planned, yet seemingly unintentional strategy, no matter how many tricks the demoness had, she could only watch helplessly as she was pushed back by the waves of fire, then saw Anna flip her palm, magic surging, slamming down onto the ground.
She intended to destroy this altar!
“Stop!”
The demoness howled, her crescent moon blade slicing through the air with a chilling gleam.
But it was already too late.
Anna paid no heed to the demoness’s threatening attack, allowing the blade’s light to graze her cheek.
Bending down, her palm pressed against the altar.
There was no time to use any magic, no time for any martial skills, not even time for any tools; all the magic within her gathered in her palm, erupting forth in an instant.
But that was enough.
The ground trembled violently.
Cracks spread like a spider’s web, quickly extending outward, accompanied by a surge of energy that supported the fighting spirit, causing the altar, built from an unknown stone, to collapse.
Dust filled the air as Anna stood amidst the rubble, slowly rising.
The intricate patterns carved around the altar had all dimmed, and the blood that had risen into the air seemed to lose its supporting strength, flowing back into the blood pool, then the waves subsided, returning to calm.
With her goal achieved, Anna showed no signs of joy, only lowering her gaze and letting out a soft sigh.
“It’s over.”
With the altar destroyed, the sacrificial ritual to summon the evil god could no longer proceed.
Though she did not know their ultimate purpose, such a crucial step being interrupted would surely disrupt their subsequent plans.
Even if the serpent transformation could not be cured, and she was ultimately heading toward a dead end, at least… she would not let anyone die because of her, would she?
That was enough.
Anna looked up, thinking that the succubus’s furious attack should have arrived by now; being killed by her like this… didn’t seem so bad after all.
She felt a bit sorry, junior, for saying such things to you…
“Is it over? What are you joking about?”
Anna’s pupils constricted, her heartbeat momentarily halting.
Because the succubus not only did not attack, but instead stood there, the anger and ferocity on her face had vanished, replaced by a mockery as if she had just enjoyed the futile struggles of ants.
“You don’t think this can stop us, stop the great moon’s plan, do you? Anna Carberlin, you still underestimate yourself.”
“Underestimate… myself?”
Anna frowned in confusion, not quite understanding the meaning behind the succubus’s words.
But at that moment, the succubus suddenly knelt before her in a show of respect.
“O great moon, the noble divine offspring has been delivered, please, descend.”
Divine offspring?
What divine offspring?
And descend?
The altar for summoning the evil god had been destroyed by her; how could it possibly descend?
Countless questions flooded Anna’s mind, accompanied by those inescapable cold whispers that made her head throb.
Only the exquisite moonlight could calm her tumultuous heart, as if it could allow her to… sleep forever.
Wait.
Moonlight?
The ritual had already been terminated; where was the moonlight coming from?
Anna suddenly awoke, her beautiful eyes widening as she looked up sharply.
In an instant, her body turned cold.
It felt as if all the blood had been drained from her, her delicate frame trembling uncontrollably.
Because above her, a massive, ghostly blue moon seemed to have been directly placed into this semi-enclosed space, nearly filling her entire field of vision.
The moon had truly descended.
And it was not that weak power summoned through sacrifice.
What appeared before Anna’s eyes was, at the very least, a complete projection!
“Is… this how it is?”
Countless thoughts surged as Anna saw the ghostly blue moon, and all the lines perfectly connected.
What is divine offspring.
What is descent.
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And what did the female demon mean when she first forced herself to drink the evolution potion, saying, “You are the most crucial part of this plan”?
Blood pool.
Altar.
Sacrifice.
These are not important at all, for they are merely coordinates for the dark god’s positioning.
Long before Anna arrived, it had already been completed.
What truly matters is her, Anna Carberlin.
When she stands here, everything… will be inevitable.
Understanding all of this, a dagger appeared in Anna’s hand, and without hesitation, she drew it across her pale neck.
Clang—
Sparks flew.
The dagger failed to sever the fatal artery, for before that, dark scales had covered her skin, as firm as steel, resembling sheep-fat white jade.
Then, a gaze from a higher realm descended from the azure moon, coldly observing the girl still struggling.
But all struggles are in vain.
The flawless moonlight poured down, and Anna’s body floated uncontrollably upward, her purple dress unfurling, as beautiful as a mermaid dancing in the deep sea.
The dagger fell to the ground.
As if truly submerged in the deep sea, Anna felt an endless coldness and silence.
The warmth of her blood was gradually siphoned away, the beating of her heart slowing, icy awareness invading her mind, swiftly tearing apart her already fragile mental defenses.
And the tear of true love, the gem that had sustained her until now, under the gaze of the dark god, dared not reveal even a glimmer of its brilliance.
Even her emotions seemed to be stripped away, the familiar figure in her mind gradually blurring.
“Junior…”
Compared to the erosion of her spirit, the transformation of her body was even swifter; the dark scales rapidly covered every inch of her skin, meticulously chosen to fully highlight the girl’s beauty. The black silk was torn apart, and a long, rounded serpent tail emerged from beneath her dress, gently swaying in the moonlight.
Beautiful, enchanting.
……
“Is this… the soon-to-be perfect serpent person?”
The female demon knelt closer, watching the girl gradually changing under the moonlight, a flicker of jealousy flashing in her eyes, which soon transformed into fervent obsession.
“To become the vessel of the moon’s descent, to completely become a part of the moon, you should feel honored, Anna Carberlin.”
“But, for the true you, you surely won’t feel happy, for you have completely transformed into an even purer… monster than I.”
The demon glanced at Anna’s still slightly furrowed brow; her consciousness seemed to be stubbornly resisting, and she couldn’t help but lament:
“What a pity, you will never wake again. Otherwise, I would quite like to see how you would react upon discovering you have become a thorough monster.”
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“But now, it’s not really a time for me to look forward to.”
The female demon tilted her ear to listen, a hint of mockery suddenly curling at the corner of her mouth.
“That guy actually came after all. I really want to see his reaction when he sees you like this, but…”
The female demon respectfully bowed to the deep blue moon, then stood up and turned to walk into the depths of darkness.
“Let’s continue the game that hasn’t ended yet.”
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