bullyxtreme Chapter 116 Unwavering Devotion
Chapter 116 Unwavering Devotion
Needless to say, his looks were absolutely captivating, the kind that would make Lucifer's eyes pop out.
The one on the left is the younger sister, Klulu, level 15. Her features are exquisite, delicate yet understated, like a night-blooming cereus, mysterious, and exuding a captivating fragrance unintentionally.
Her eyes were like autumn water, crystal clear, reflecting the shadows of everything clearly. When she lowered her eyes, the darkness was hidden, revealing a touch of gentleness. When she smiled, it was like a gentle breeze, charming and captivating.
Her phoenix eyes narrowed lightly, forming a slanted line that shot towards her brow, a rosy hue imprinted within them, inexplicably exuding a bewitching charm. Such alluring beauty gave anyone who met her gaze the illusion of being burned.
The one on the right is the older sister, Klulu, who is also a beauty. What makes this girl most impressive is the amazing beauty between her eyebrows that transcends her age. Her delicate willow eyebrows are clearly defined and carefully groomed, and her long eyelashes flutter like two small brushes. Her bright, beautiful eyes are breathtakingly lively and expressive.
The crop top, which seemed a little too small for her, clung tightly to her amazing figure. She had a face as cute as a doll, but her breasts, though not huge, were beautifully shaped.
Her waist was so slender it could be grasped in one hand, revealing a captivating expanse of snow-white skin. Her adorable navel, like a tiny red bean, seemed to be telling everyone that not all girls are qualified to wear crop tops. She exuded a pure and innocent charm, like a girl from a modest family.
Facing the Golden Lion was the strongest member of the group of seven, Feline, level 18.
Her crimson pupils resembled a silver moon stained with blood in the night, her hair was thick with black sleeves, and she had a slender and graceful figure. She wore a simple gray fitted top and short skirt, but her open-necked chest revealed nothing of interest—it was completely flat.
Among the girls present, she had the smallest breasts, pitifully small, almost nonexistent. Apart from her slender waist, perky buttocks, and perfect face, she had no other advantages.
However, Lucifer dared not underestimate this girl at all. He had a feeling that she was a ruthless character who was hiding her true strength. Her deadpan gaze was enough to say everything.
Lucifer has no immediate plans to intervene. If these seven are good people, he will take action; if not, he'll let them become the golden lion's meal!
Lucifer has been in this world for quite some time and has long since adapted to its rules of survival. The number of people who have died at his hands can be counted in the hundreds.
He felt no remorse for the lives he had taken. If you want to kill me, why can't I kill you? If you want to kill me, be prepared to be killed yourself.
Whoever has the bigger fist has the most say.
The law of the jungle prevails; natural selection dictates that only the fittest survive.
In a world where human life is as cheap as grass, he must put away his foolish kindness. Of course, that doesn't mean he can't be kind, but rather that he should act only when it's worthwhile. If he were to save a heinous person, wouldn't his sins be even greater?
The two little girls were very sensible and observant. They didn't move when Lucifer didn't move, but instead grabbed the hem of Lucifer's clothes and leaned against him on either side, staring at the scene below with wide eyes, without making a sound.
The seven were in dire straits, practically at their last gasp. None of them were unharmed, and their breaths were extremely weak.
No one knows how big the Monster Forest is, and the number of monsters is immeasurable. It's a miracle they even made it here; it would be abnormal if they weren't injured.
Of course, there are exceptions for those who are extremely powerful, like Chris. In the Monster Forest, wherever she goes, she is the queen. Even if she encounters someone she cannot defeat, she can escape unscathed. No one can stop her.
Her spatial abilities are quite terrifying; with her current strength, breaking through space shouldn't require too much effort.
As for her after fully recovering her original strength, hmph, no one can trap her. She can roam freely in any space and conquer the continent without any problem.
"Boss, don't worry about us, just run away!" Leinster said resolutely. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of implicating others. He was a man, with an iron will, and he would rather die than be a broken piece of jade. He would rather die in front of everyone.
"Sixth Brother is right, Boss. You can still leave now. Taking us with you will only lead to your death. We are not afraid of death. We hope you can leave alive, become stronger, and kill that bastard to avenge us." Leo, carrying his big sword, grinned and completely ignored the surrounding monsters.
The remaining few agreed, nodding in unison. They weren't afraid of dying, but they were afraid of dragging their leader down with them.
However, the aloof girl, Feline, who stood in front of everyone, remained unmoved, her indifference unchanged, like a machine without emotions.
Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly; one becomes like those one associates with.
Lucifer noticed that Barton, the fifth brother, did not nod. Barton's every move was seen clearly by Lucifer's sharp, eagle-like eyes. Even if Barton's eyelid twitched, Lucifer could see it clearly.
He secretly judged Patton as no good; his eyes were darting around, and he looked fearful as he faced the menacing gazes of those nearby.
Clearly, he was terrified of death; he was a coward. His sharpness and wit vanished without a trace under the weight of fear.
With just one meeting, Lucifer gained an understanding of the seven people's personalities.
The eldest sister, Feline, is a cold and aloof woman, like an ice cube. Once she makes a decision, no one can change it.
The others were the kind of people who would rather die than live in dishonor, and who would sacrifice their lives for others.
Of course, this excludes Patton, who is two-faced; he might betray his teammates and run away to save his own life.
However, these are all superficial appearances and not enough to justify his actions. True emotions can only be revealed in the face of death. Perhaps Patton, though afraid of death, is willing to sacrifice his life for others!
Therefore, he needs to observe further before taking action.
"Roar!"
The golden lion roared, its figure sweeping across the scene like a gust of wind.
Having failed to capture the seven for a long time, it seemed to have lost patience and was preparing to launch a final attack, determined to turn the seven into its own meal.
"Hooho..."
The surrounding monsters also roared wildly, baring their ferocious fangs and becoming violent, their bestial nature fully unleashed. Once they launched an attack, it was like a floodgate opening and a mudslide.
"Boss! If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"
"You go quickly, let's hold this beast off!"
The others tensed up instantly, roaring in anger. If they waited any longer, they would be wiped out, with no one surviving. Then, who would avenge them?
Phyllis remained unmoved, flicking her whip, which was then imbued with magic and burst into flames.
Her actions speak for themselves; she is not good at expressing herself, or rather, her actions are more practical.
She couldn't bear to abandon her brothers and sisters; she would rather die with them and reunite in the next life.
She suddenly lashed out with her long whip, launching the first attack and giving everyone no chance to speak. Instead of saying so much, they should save their strength.
"war!"
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