158: Chapter 158: Reject discrimination, starting with Lin Mo, even fallen angels should give love
mantle dragon soul (Part Two)
Realm: Taiyi Mystic Immortal
Item Description: mantle dragon soul, a fragment of Big Menace's soul. Collect all 5 fragments to find Big Menace.
Lin Mo paused after picking it up, then smiled after a closer look.
No wonder Ironforge relies on this Molten Core for heat, allowing the Angels here to forge weapons and armor.
It turns out it relies on this mantle dragon soul.
This Dragon Soul still requires materials, so let the Flame Demon take its place for now.
He walked down the Lonely Mountain and approached the interior of the city-state.
The never-extinguishing blast furnaces had now ceased their fires.
Dust and smoke drifted everywhere... Shadows flickered around, and the miasma of disease was ubiquitous.
“What a dense viral aura...”
You have entered a severe viral outbreak zone. Your lifespan reduction value is 30 minutes. Countdown now: 30
You are immune to the "black death." Clearing viral buff now.
Maria and the other Fallen Angels touched their lower abdomens.
Their bellies felt warm, greatly reassuring them.
Lin Mo truly was a panacea.
He was a walking saint.
Moreover, he was very gentle, considerate, and a true gentleman.
Maria: “Just a few more blocks and we’ll reach the core area. Why don’t we stop and rest for a bit?”
Seraphina: “Exactly. I remember there’s a hotel around here, the kind with very soft and large beds.”
Ethel: “Coincidentally, I’ve studied massage. I can help relieve your fatigue...”
However, Lin Mo didn't want to waste time right now.
If he dawdled any longer, he'd probably be too weak to walk.
He would truly be unable to move then.
So, he raised a hand.
And summoned Dilireba.
In this situation, only Dilireba could control these wandering Fallen Angels.
And do so without causing them destructive damage.
Although Lilith’s illusion was powerful, she was already outside, maintaining a barrier to guard this place.
Most of the others had offensive skills.
Control skills were few.
In a situation where killing was not the objective, they couldn't be of much use.
“My Lord...”
“Help me control the enemies along this path; do not harm them.”
“As you command...”
Dilireba gently raised her hands, and yellow sand spread from beneath her feet like a living entity.
“Sand Imprisonment!”
Countless grains of fine sand instantly transformed into chains, firmly binding the Fallen Angels wandering the streets.
They struggled, but could only remain immobile, like insects trapped in amber.
Maria and the others watched, stunned—this mysterious woman could control every grain of sand so precisely.
Imprisoning their companions in place without causing the slightest harm.
“My Lord, I have also been infected with the black death. I seek an antidote...”
Suddenly, Dilireba’s delicate body went limp, and she softly collapsed into Lin Mo’s arms, fragrant and pliant.
Lin Mo didn't indulge her, casually pushing her away.
“You're immune to the virus, stop fooling around.”
Maria and the others looked at this scene, utterly astonished.
As a summoned subordinate, she dared to flirt with her esteemed master.
Lin Mo was not only gentle but also very masculine.
The group whispered amongst themselves:
Ethel: “Lin Mo is so handsome! I want to be his servant too, for such a stylish man.”
Seraphina: “Exactly. To fall into Lin Mo’s arms, even if it meant getting infected with the virus again, I’d be willing.”
Maria, however, said with a worried frown: “Stop fantasizing. We’ve already been infected with the virus. Our white wings have turned black, and our skin has darkened. Lin Mo’s people won’t look at us.”
“After all, our current status, even among Female Angels, is the lowest class. We might even be looked down upon by our own kind...”
At these words, everyone suddenly lowered their heads, silently disheartened.
Indeed.
Darkened skin indicated a past infection, and even among their own kind, they would likely face discrimination.
That Lin Mo could save them without prejudice was already the greatest kindness.
How could they still hope to become his servants?
That would be a bit too shameless, wouldn't it?...
“We’ve arrived.”
After walking a bit further.
Everyone stopped.
Before them, a small mountain-like “meat bun” abruptly appeared.
Its surface was a sickly purplish-black, constantly oozing dark green poisonous mist.
A gaping, blood-red maw split open at its base, opening and closing with a rhythmic breath, emitting a sticky swallowing sound.
“Gulp... Gulp...”
Each opening and closing spewed out a foul-smelling airflow, as if luring prey into its trap.
Maria’s wings involuntarily trembled:
“It’s it... It’s emitting the virus...”
Lin Mo was also shocked.
If he could enlarge himself to be as big as Ultraman.
He would personally deal with this big mouth.
But now was not the time for jokes... “Come forth, cruel queen of Yamatai, Amaterasu Hime!”
“Come forth, the beauty of autumn waters, goddess of Luoshui, Nie Xiaoqian!”
“Come forth, my beloved of the ghost marriage, Dong Xiaowan!”
“Come forth, free-spirited in the mortal world, unparalleled in swordsmanship, Zhan Hongchen!”
The four peerless Ghost Princesses answered the call, and in an instant, amidst gusts of yin wind, they bloomed with myriad splendor:
Amaterasu Hime wore a blood-red twelve-layered ghost armor, her golden hairpins swaying, exuding queenly majesty.
Nie Xiaoqian’s white robes were whiter than snow, a ribbon of Luoshui flowing, making her appear like an ethereal immortal.
Dong Xiaowan wore a phoenix coronet and robes of embroidered clouds, her crimson lips smiling, yet concealing murderous intent.
Zhan Hongchen’s black hair was tied high, her three-foot green blade gleaming with cold light.
Maria and the others held their breath—
These four Ghost Princesses, whether enchanting, aloof, gentle, or valiant, perfectly embodied the beauty of women in the world.
They were involuntarily astonished, but after the shock came endless sorrow.
Lin Mo had so many beautiful and extraordinary servants around him.
Even if he saved them and liberated this place.
They, these Angels, would still be at the lowest stratum of society.
Would Lin Mo bother to care for them, these ordinary people infected with disease?
Judging by the situation.
It was completely impossible... “Go in and kill.”
Lin Mo made a gesture, and Nie Xiaoqian’s slender hand lightly waved, the Luoshui transforming into a towering giant wave that poured down.
“Three Thousand Weak Waters!”
The clear water washed over the putrid flesh portal, and the foul-smelling poisonous mist dissipated upon contact with the water, emitting “hissing” corrosive sounds.
The viral mucus on the portal's surface was washed away, revealing the pulsating giant maw within.
Amaterasu Hime’s eyes flashed with cold light: “My turn...”
Amaterasu Hime drew her blade, and the demonic sword bloomed with a blood-red light.
“Slash!” A blade light, spanning heaven and earth, flashed, and the portal was forcibly split open to three times its width.
“Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin!”
Zhan Hongchen pointed her sword, and countless sword qi poured in like a torrential rain.
“Ah ah ah——”
Within the portal, heart-wrenching wails immediately resounded, and black pus and blood spurted from the wounds like a fountain.
Dong Xiaowan lightly covered her nose with her red sleeve: “How disgusting...”