Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"Oh?" Sedus wasn't surprised; instead, he showed a doting expression towards the little succubus and said ambiguously:

"I greatly admire your ambition. I imagine you'll find it quite enjoyable whether you're on top or on the bottom... For a little succubus like you, I can summon you twice a week... Tell me your conditions?"

"Cough cough!"

Sasha cleared her throat, shook her head, and called out:

"The succubus race is weak and vulnerable, easily taken from the land of the evil spirits. His Majesty Sedus must be concerned about the safety of his race and unwilling to remain subservient to another race for long, which is why he is so eager to increase his own strength..."

Sedus's eyes widened, and she instinctively sat up straight, her expression growing increasingly grave. The more she listened, the more something seemed amiss. Finally, after Sasha said, "I have a method to enhance the power of succubi," she hurriedly cried out:

"Stop, stop! What are you saying? Who taught you to say these things?"

"Huh? Is there a problem?" Sasha asked innocently. "These are the conditions Sasha can offer. It should be possible to exchange for the position of a prospective queen, right?"

"Be bold!"

Sedus gave a cold rebuke, gripping the armrest of the throne tightly. Ripples of grayish-brown gradually emanated from his body, instantly causing Sasha's heart to race and choking her words amidst a series of breathtaking sensations.

By agreeing to make Sasha the queen in the making, it meant giving her the power to establish her own independent state. This meant that Sedus could no longer summon Sasha to the palace by invitation, which was something she absolutely could not tolerate!

"Guards! The level-three succubus Sasha has attempted to assassinate the Queen. This is an act of insubordination. Imprison her and interrogate her at a later date!"

However, when he gave the order, no one responded. Sedus looked towards the door with suspicion and shouted:

"Somebody come!"

"Don't waste your energy!" Sasha struggled to flap her wings under Sedus's weight, trying to maintain the same height as him. She pulled out two clumps of burning scroll ashes and a page from a magic book inscribed with "Hand of the Mage" from her leather coat, and chuckled:

"You didn't expect that... did you? This is... guidance from Sasha's great master! Heh heh heh... someone like you, a lowly old hag, could never... understand this!"

"Varied……"

Sedus frowned, just about to use his succubus power to paralyze Sasha's mind before making any further plans, when suddenly his gaze shifted to the servants who had appeared at the main entrance of the hall.

"Why are you taking so long to arrive? Where is the others?" she scolded impatiently. There were dozens of high-level succubi, even those at level five or six, in this palace. After all that shouting, it turned out that only these few low-level succubi sent to supervise Sasha showed up first.

“Your Majesty Sedus…” The attendant’s forehead was covered in cold sweat, but she didn’t dare wipe it away, and continued to speak, trembling:

"There are some people who want to see you..."

"At this time?" Sedus sensed something was amiss and asked gravely, "Who is it?"

The servants stepped aside, revealing a crowd of commoner succubi lurking in the shadows behind them. Their faces showed a hint of fear, but were also filled with curiosity and excitement.

Sedus's face gradually paled, and he also realized why his high-ranking subordinates had all remained silent: these sycophantic fence-sitters, seeing such a commotion, must have decided to wait and see before discussing anything else, leaving only these low-ranking servants who could not find a place to stay!

“Your Majesty Sedus, may we let that little succubus continue?” an older, one-horned succubus said hesitantly.

"We're also curious about how we can avoid being bullied so much in this chaotic land of the evil spirits..."

Sedus glanced around at the commoners slowly pouring into the main hall, then sat back down on his throne, pale-faced, not even noticing that one of his high heels had fallen off.

Sasha broke free from the succubus queen's mental restraints, chuckled, turned to the commoners, raised the pages of "Hand of the Mage" high, and shouted:

"This method is called magic!"

……

……

Sasha returned to the evil spirit world ten minutes before.

"W-what do you mean?" She stared blankly at Latis, even forgetting to add her own little imp's catchphrase, "Master, I don't understand..."

“Sigh, every time I talk to you scum who slipped through the net of compulsory education, it shortens my lifespan…” Latis took a deep breath and repeated what he had just said:

"Listen, this is a male-oriented channel. When facing an enemy who is hesitant and reluctant to fight you, don't get caught up in that kind of inexplicable, sour stalemate. That will only play into their hands. Even if you fight that damn queen until your brains come out, you won't get the chance to develop yourself."

"As I said before, the succubus race often becomes slaves to other races in the evil spirit realm. This is a sore point for your people. They crave power, so you give them the hope of power. There's nothing more to say about it; it's just empty promises. The main benefit is that this can bring you safety among the races in the Order faction."

"Finally, most of your succubus race's attack methods are related to mental power, so you are fully capable of controlling magic elements to construct spells. This path is not unfeasible... It's not even a strategy, just a simple choice for the succubus queen and the succubus commoners."

“But, but Sasha doesn’t know anything…” Sasha said blankly, forgetting to flap her wings, and landed back on the ground.

"Then let me ask you, then let me ask you."

Latis chuckled, patted Sasha on the head, and asked:

"Can a lowly succubus turn the tide?"

“No, that can’t be…” Sasha nervously fiddled with her fingers, unusually not refuting Latis’s words.

Latis pulled out a scroll of "Group Inspiration" and a scroll of "Group Teleportation" from the drawer and asked:

"What about the magic used to create momentum? Could it turn the tide?"

“But… even if we create momentum, the Succubus Queen won’t let Sasha go!” Sasha said hesitantly.

"Master, don't underestimate me, Latis." Latis shook his head, then finally tore a page from the "Hand of the Mage" book and slammed it on the table, saying:

"Could the possibility of the entire succubus race using magic turn the tide of the battle?"

Sasha gasped, her expression serious as she clasped her delicate arms together, cupped her hands in a respectful gesture, and said:

"Master, may I ask who you are?"

Latis chuckled, ruffled Sasha's hair, and said:

"La is just a passing male protagonist, a novice in the field of forensics who is only interested in it, and the master of a lowly succubus."

Sasha froze for a few seconds, then slowly came to her senses as Latis continued his stealthy groping when she wasn't looking. She turned her head, scratched her head, and awkwardly looked up at Latis. She wanted to say something to thank him, but in the end, she clenched her fist, suddenly flew up, and headbutted him, grinding her teeth as she shouted:

"You little fish master! How dare you call Sasa 'little fish'? I'll fight you to the death! Take a bite of me, ouch!"

Chapter 198 The Young Bodyguard Yashutia

“I feel like Sasha has grown up a bit…” Latis stroked his chin and weighed his hand in his hand, as if recalling its weight from before.

A few minutes later, he put away his limp calf after finishing his deadlift, pulled up his pants, stood up, walked to the window, and muttered to himself:

"I originally thought the Evil Spirit Realm was just a chaotic backdrop, but it turns out to be a very complex plane? As my personal succubus, Sasha can be summoned by me very easily. Maybe I can actually get some surprises through her in the Evil Spirit Realm."

"Unfortunately, this summoning spell only temporarily pulls the other party over using magic. After the spell's duration ends, she will still be pushed out of the plane... But then again, otherwise, the existence of boundary walls would be meaningless. It seems that communication between planes in other worlds is much more difficult than originally imagined..."

"According to Sasha, there are dozens of races in the evil spirit realm, and the succubus is just a very weak one in the order camp. Alas, it will be a long and arduous task for her to grow to the point where she can fight outside the evil spirit realm."

Latis shook his head, and his baggage suddenly trembled. The half-elf's voice came from the stone sculpture:

"Big brother, are you there? Are you there? I'm at the Mage Association discussing something with the receptionist. Please come and help me think of a solution!"

"Huh?" Latis curiously reached out and touched the stone sculpture's head. After hearing the "hmm" sound he was about to hear, he laughed and asked:

"I'm coming right now, what's the matter?"

“Wait a minute, let me take a look…” Arte paused for a few seconds and then said:

"It reads 'Presets for the assembly of the mage tower's magical equipment, the magic cycle, and spell selection.'"

"Huh?" Latis couldn't help but complain, "Little elf, can you speak human language?"

"Ahem... In short, they said it's about 'how mage tower turrets are made.'"

……

……

tick.

Yashutia opened her eyes with a headache. Just as she was about to raise her hand to cover her forehead, her hand suddenly felt heavy, and a slightly curved single-edged sword slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground.

“I… this is…”

Moonlight streamed through the drafty, crooked window, illuminating her cold body. She raised her hand, her childlike, thin arm stained with dried blood. A faint sense of familiarity made her furrow her brow slightly.

tick.

Yashutia gripped her sword tightly, leaned on the decaying counter behind her to stand up, and felt a wave of exhaustion and weakness wash over her, as if she hadn't had a chance to rest and recuperate for a long time.

"Alchemy, necromancy, liches..."

A jumble of knowledge clashed within her mind, but before she could organize it, a chilling sense of urgency, accompanied by the ever-approaching sound of dripping water, slowly gripped her throat. Her face flushed red, and she gasped for breath as if she were about to suffocate, until…

boom!

The half-open door and the attached wall instantly turned into ruins. Suddenly, a blood-red trajectory appeared in Yashutia's mind, about to pierce her heart. Before she could catch her breath, she immediately raised her sword and blocked the trajectory.

Keng!

The single-edged sword shattered upon impact, the blade striking her chest and knocking her backward to the ground. Her breathing became suffocated, and for a moment she appeared as if she were already dead.

Several pairs of shoes stepped onto the collapsed doorway, and whispers still dripping with blood reached Yashutia's ears.

"Finally caught this brat. He can really run fast. Even I got hurt by accident."

"Haha, just think about that guy Kevin, he really had a tough time. He caught this brat in the wild and tried to do something, but ended up getting his dick chopped off!"

"It's okay. He used the severed penis to attack the nest later. Although it's still an air force, it's a way to make use of the waste."

"I'm done talking, let's tie her up first. Damn it, I haven't suffered such a huge loss in ages..."

"It's certainly interesting to slaughter docile sheep, but isn't it also fun to get gored by a goat once in a while?"

tick.

A drop of blood fell on Yashutia's face, and then a withered arm, slashed open, fell straight down, grabbed her hair, and lifted her up.

"This kid's too light, he probably won't make much meat on the plate. We'll have to be careful later..."

Before the hoarse voice could finish speaking, Yashutia suddenly opened her eyes, twisted her body, and cut off her long hair with a sword. She ducked to avoid the man's grab, and with an upward slash, she cut a gash from his hip to his abdomen. Then she turned and ran towards the door.

Surprisingly, little blood flowed from the man's ruptured abdomen; instead, the dried-out interior was exposed.

Enraged, the man yelled at his two accomplices who hadn't yet reacted, "What are you standing there for? Chase them!"

The three immediately gave chase. The collapsed door was still filled with smoke and dust. Just as they stopped at the door to see the direction Yashutia had fled, a broken single-edged sword silently floated down from the eaves, then spun heavily in the air and sliced ​​off the heads of two of them.

"You're asking for death!" The last man's face was contorted with rage, and he charged straight at Yashutia, who had just landed, and pounced on her with his arms outstretched.

The blood on Yashutia's face slid upwards with her movements, flying up from her forehead in an instant. At the same time, her sword pierced the chest of the last person.

hum...

A triumphant expression appeared on the man's face. His divine magic had transformed into a sharp, blood-red thread pressed against Yashutia's throat, while her broken sword was only a short distance from her chest, just from the missing tip.

"Surrender, and I won't sacrifice you. I can survive by giving up my body..."