Six-Armed Serpent Demon

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Six-Armed Serpent Demon

Author: The Essence of Magic

Summary:

A female gamer who is proficient in side-scrolling and real-time strategy games is reincarnated into another world as a six-armed snake demon.

As a demon, he was born with six arms, which were meant for killing people.

There is no emotional subplot.

and so--

Of all things, only the kitchen knife is noble.

Skills are valuable, but magic is even more powerful. But for the sake of killing, both can be abandoned.

Chapter 1 I'm Not Human Anymore

The air is very polluted.

The nasal cavity was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with a faint incense.

The chaotic and distorted view before my eyes gradually returned to normal.

Amid the young man's maniacal laughter and delirious murmurs, she blinked awkwardly and slowly, listlessly licking the blood from her lips. The salty, metallic taste of blood wasn't exactly unpleasant, but she didn't particularly like it either.

Following the scent, I slowly lowered my head.

His gaze swept across his vast and magnificent heart, and he found the dead girl.

It was a little girl who was once as beautiful as a porcelain doll, her small body, dressed in a white gauze dress, torn to pieces by some terrifying external force.

The splattered blood covered the ground, and the stone walls were also stained crimson.

The girl's pale head lay alone in a pool of blood, connected only by a solitary spine, her waist-length brown hair scattered in the blood. Lifeless brown eyes met hers.

She saw a blurry reflection standing in the pool of blood.

Her reflection stared back at her in the blood. She was half a tall, athletic woman. Her black hair was braided into a long plait at the back of her head, and her crystal-clear emerald eyes resembled two jewels. A few drops of blood stained her jade-like body and cheeks. Her beauty was unbelievable, her flawless perfection giving her an ethereal, otherworldly quality. She was described as half a woman because beneath her wasp waist and wide hips lay not legs, but a thick, enormous serpentine body, approximately six meters long from head to tail. She stood there coldly, extremely tall, about two and a half meters, her head almost touching the ceiling. The fine black scales of her lower body reflected the flickering candlelight, creating a multicolored halo, eerily beautiful.

She stared at her half-human, half-snake reflection and tried to move her body.

But the body seemed to be frozen in the air, completely still.

Aside from being able to slowly turn its head and eyes, it couldn't even lift a single finger.

She noticed that around her and the girl's bodies, patterns made of silver powder were shimmering on the floor. A dark magic coursed through the lines of the patterns, immobilizing her.

She glanced at it and immediately recognized it as a binding spell array that summons beings from another world.

So the dead girl was used to summon her blood sacrifice, and she was responding to the coming of the blood sacrifice—

"Watch out! It's a demon!"

The exclamations coming from outside the magic circle caught her attention.

She casually glanced in the direction of the shout, taking in her surroundings as she went.

This was a small, circular basement. The dark walls and floor were made of large, finely crafted granite blocks, carved with runes inlaid in brass. To her left, a row of cages lined the basement wall, from which came the howls of animals. They were probably offerings for a blood sacrifice. Opposite her, the heavy brass basement door was open, and a dozen or so figures stood in the doorway. Judging from the cold sheen of their armor and the faint clanging of metal, they were clearly clad in heavy armor, holding large square shields and short swords aloft.

"Summoner Herbert van Boto!"

A majestic voice rang out from the crowd of armored soldiers, “Stop being so stubborn! Send this damned demon back to its abyss home, and then surrender! I swear in the name of the king that I will treat you leniently!”

She could hear the tension and fear hidden beneath the authority in that voice.

"Isn't it too late to talk about this now, General Tanker, no, my dear father-in-law?"

She noticed a young man's ear-piercing, maniacal laughter coming from beneath her feet—no, from beside her: "You have all to blame! You've driven me to this point, forced me to personally sacrifice my sister!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a thin man dressed in a black sacrificial robe, who appeared to be the high priest performing this blood sacrifice.

The young high priest ignored her, taking a step forward and excitedly gazing at the dozen or so outsiders, spreading his arms wide as if preaching: "Now let them be buried with the Boto family! Diraz, kill them!!"

She felt utterly bored.

The little dog is just bluffing. If she really wanted to kill someone, why didn't she break the binding spell and let her move freely?

And one can't help but wonder: why does he call her "Dilaz"?

Thinking about it this way, I suddenly felt a hollow, throbbing pain in my temples. It was as if I had forgotten something.

“Calm down, Herbert,” her father-in-law, Tancred, pleaded earnestly among the soldiers opposite her. “Don’t be so stubborn as to embark on a path of crime. You are now a noble summoner—”

Herbert interrupted him sharply: "I am a demon slayer! I have already assumed the profession of heir to the Boto family!"

“Yes, exorcist, as long as you swear allegiance, His Majesty the King will not reclaim the Boto family’s titles and territories, Herbert, no, Earl Boto.”

Herbert burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could barely breathe.

"So you still managed to beat my brother-in-law to it after all, huh? Didn't expect that, did you? Even if you stole my family's ancestral job-seeking scroll, your stupid son still has no talent!"

My father-in-law didn't say anything.

“The key is still my Delaz,” the man beside her said, reaching out and caressing the colorful black scales on her lower body, a touch that disgusted her.

But it must be said that Herbert's action shocked everyone present. Seeing him caress the female demon's body like a kitten, the crowd fell silent, all showing awe towards Herbert.

A thought struck her, and the binding force she felt on her body weakened.

The remaining knowledge and memories in her brain told her that it was thanks to this fool's smattering of the magic circle that he reached in from outside, thus disrupting the magical operation of the Oath Binding Magic Circle.

Herbert was completely unaware of this, and his hand continued to climb upwards, past the enormous snake's body, until he touched above the scales.

The warm, delicate texture of her lower abdomen made him let out a satisfied sigh.

She remained outwardly calm, but with a gentle flick of her tail behind her, she wiped away a corner of the silver powder magic circle from an angle unseen by anyone.

Instantly, he felt completely relaxed, and the flow of magic power on the magic circle completely disappeared.

Its emerald green eyes narrowed slightly in comfort.

She glanced sideways at Herbert at her tail, silently moving her broad, white shoulders. Her other four arms, which had been curled up behind her back, were now exposed. Her six shapely, slender arms slowly unfurled, like a large white lily blooming, making her appear even larger.

The fully armed soldiers were terrified and retreated in unison. One of them even dropped his short sword in fright. The sword fell to the stone slab with a clatter.

Someone in the crowd stammered, "Six... six-armed snake demon."

"Yes, the six-armed serpent demon!"

Herbert laughed heartily, completely oblivious to the change in the six-armed serpent demon beside him. "I recognize your voice, court mage of Ur, my sister's teacher! You do have some discernment. This is the six-armed serpent demon tamed by the great ancestor of the Boto family, Eric the Abyss Tamer, and his demon concubine, Diraz!"

He exclaimed excitedly, "Eric imprisoned her in this secret chamber before he died, and eight hundred years have passed. Only the blood of the Boto family can awaken her, and only a member of the Boto family can control her! Hahaha! General Tancred, you old fool, you can take away the Bane of the Demon Slayer's initiation scroll, but can you take away my Diraz? Mage Ur, you bet on my sister, but you bet on the wrong person! She doesn't have the courage to kill me! She can't inherit the Boto family! The final victor is me!"

She squinted her eyes.

The demon concubine Diraz? She had absolutely no recollection of this title, but… she silently murmured the name welling up in her heart: “…Chu Shixin?”

As the strange yet familiar name surfaced in her mind, she felt a throbbing pain in her temples, accompanied by waves of excruciating pain.

More fragmented memories surfaced from the jumbled thoughts.

She remembered: Chu Shixin, that was her name before she transmigrated.

Female, unremarkable in appearance, slightly overweight, a severe socially anxious gamer.

She also has a hidden identity: the famous game commentator on Bilibili, "I am your biological father".

The reason she had to hide her identity was that, despite being invincible in the game, she couldn't even speak properly in real life, let alone in front of a camera. She created the game commentary account and played the game herself, but she had to find a male classmate she knew to impersonate the account holder and provide commentary. She only played the game and didn't even dare to show her face.

As the account operation gradually got on track, the two became wealthy and established a romantic relationship.

They initially thought their husband-and-wife business could continue like this, but perhaps because of money, or perhaps because of another woman? In any case, they started arguing, and the arguments became increasingly intense, with their love being worn away by the daily quarrels.

One day, after a heated argument, her boyfriend, in a fit of rage, grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it over her head.

As the memories became clearer and more complete, the expression on the face of the reborn person, whose previous life was named Chu Shixin, visibly darkened.

It was obvious that the imprisoned six-armed serpent demon was already dead.

The dormant consciousness could not withstand the long erosion of time and eventually dissipated like smoke, leaving only the demonic body that remained intact within the magic array.

She vaguely remembered reading an article that said the soul is probably a field formed by some kind of particles.

So what was the reason for his own transmigration? Was it because his soul particles had the same wavelength as the demon's, or was it because the moment the demon's body was awakened happened to be the moment Chu Shixin died?

In short, under the mysterious workings of the universe, she was revived in the body of a demon from another world and took its place.

That's fine, it saves trouble. Being reborn as a demon means I won't have to deal with people anymore.

The reborn being transformed into a six-armed serpent demon thought.

Just treat everything in front of you like a game.

A violent, bloodthirsty light gradually flashed in his emerald-green vertical pupils.

Gaming seems to be her natural talent. Over the years, whether it's role-playing, management strategy, or side-scrolling action games, there's nothing she can master without picking it up.

The original demon's consciousness was gone, but it left her with a vast amount of knowledge about demons. This knowledge told her that in this world, only the most tyrannical warlords and strategists would be reborn as six-armed serpent demons after death, demons born purely for war and battle.

But she was just a harmless, introverted girl, so how could she have been reborn as a demon?

In the original world, there was a monk who preached the doctrine of sin in video games, believing that killing in video games is still killing, and evil is still evil. By that logic, as a hardcore gamer, she was utterly wicked and beyond redemption. Could this be the reason she was reborn as a demon?

If it's a game...

She silently thought to herself: System?

No response.

There was no screen display that others couldn't see, nor did any text appear out of thin air; there was nothing at all.

It seems that I am overthinking it.

The reborn six-armed serpent demon narrowed his emerald-green eyes and began to daydream.

How about trying something else... signing in?

She blinked, but nothing happened.

Okay, at least one thing is clear: I'm not destined to be the protagonist of the sign-in post either.

So...show yourself, my demon cultivation simulator?

This time the wait was even longer.

…never mind.

She glanced unkindly at Herbert at the back, then at the crowd opposite her who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Let's not think too much about it now, let's deal with the immediate problem first.

"It's not impossible for me to surrender."

The Boto family heir, who had proven his enlightenment by killing his sister, was beaming with pride as he rubbed the female demon's smooth, firm belly while talking animatedly with spittle flying everywhere:

“I need a new document, and the King must sign it. First, my lands and estates must be secured in His Majesty's name; second, I must receive an annual pension of two thousand gold coins in the name of the Royal Advisor, and a retirement pension must also be paid—”

"That line,"

The six-armed serpent demon reborn, who had been silent all along, suddenly interrupted him, "What was it again?"

When she began to speak, everyone looked up at her in horror.

They had never heard such a strange sound before, as if seven or eight women with different accents were speaking at the same time: some were old and dignified, some were deep and resonant, some were lazy and hoarse, some were clear and bright, some were sharp and piercing, and some were gentle and melodious... The lingering sound of the harmony lasted for a long time, and all the listeners felt dizzy, their eyes blurred, and their ears and noses bled.

Herbert, who had been speaking eloquently, turned around in astonishment and looked up at the tall, reborn demon with a face full of surprise.

"Dilaz?"

Her stunningly beautiful face was tilted slightly to one side with a troubled expression.

Herbert finally realized that the female demon was no longer bound by the magic circle. He screamed in terror as he frantically reached into his inner pocket, seemingly trying to pull something out.

But then she remembered.

“Oh, right,” she nodded with satisfaction, raising her voice slightly, “I… I’m not going to be human anymore.”

Before he finished speaking, the black-scaled snake tail, thicker than a man's waist, swung up with a "whoosh," and the tip of the tail lashed hard against Herbert's body.

Before the succession ceremony could take place, the new heir of the Boto family flew out like a catapult projectile, splattering onto the stone wall with a "thud" and turning into a bloody mess.

Chapter 2 Sword Wind and Blood Rain

The meat sauce, formerly known as Herbert, sizzled and slid down the stone wall.