Everenie, wearing a thin white silk robe, sat alone in the lounge, enjoying one of the few unaccompanied time.
She trapped herself in a quiet spiritual cage and made the same silent arrangement for the circulation of spiritual energy in her body. This was the first thing she learned when she stepped into the path of warriors.
After calming down, Everenie was immersed in her self-reflection.
True happiness has always been very rare for Everenie. She grew up in the Ark Spiritual Path, learned how to carefully control every emotion, so that the passion deep in her body flowed out like a small saliva in the desert, and also worked as a warrior, prophet, artist and philosopher.
She could master each type of training quickly and accurately, which always surprised her mentor, but she was so cautious that she would not fall into a specific path that she never studied it deeply.
These things never provide the satisfaction she pursues.
After escaping from the ark and entering her life as a pirate, she indulged herself in roaming among the stars, and from time to time she enjoyed the excitement of hunting and being hunted, living on the edge of existence and forgetting.
She also indulged in hallucinatory drugs and other anesthetic drugs, but was always worried that her hobbies would eventually make her lose themselves, and then she was ashamed to become addicted, alerting to the inevitable rules that happened to her.
Sometimes she would also wonder whether she would inevitably come to Comoros to find her own place in the universe.
She was a newcomer and easily won the favor of Mrs. Males, who taught her how to control her alliances and bargain for profit, and prevented her from being entangled by a single target or group.
Then she entered the arena of the Wuling Sect, and her experience in the arena became another progress in her pursuit of the meaning of life in her life.
During the time she became a gladiator under the Dark Spiritual Powers, she finally lost her self for a while and had fun from death and street fighting that was comparable to that of her death.
Even so, she still lives purely for herself, not out of desire, but from demand.
Until this moment, she was tired of blood fighting, but eventually came to a place where she could not escape, which was exactly what she had been trying hard to avoid.
In the eyes of others, glory and praise, wealth and favor, it seems that everything can be taken into her pocket - so are the enemies.
As her influence grew day by day, when her fame brought her more benefits and greater power, she could no longer calm down until she met Veronica.
Everenie thought she was not a friendly person, and even in the Ark homeland, she had almost no friends - even the concept of friends was very strange to her.
Perhaps, she is her first friend, and hopefully not the last one.
Then today's battle is not for glory, not for profit, nor for self.
For friends.
The event is called Night of Revelation, a distorted title to Night of Carnival, whose history has long been obscured in a corner of the Dark Age shortly after the Great Fall, and the sects who enjoyed dominance were forced to put their traditional conflicts in the universe that now contains great enemies.
But today, the tradition has been restarted, and Victor has decided to challenge his former lover, Ms. Males, and Everenie's death will be his declaration.
She had to face Rilis Hespera, the deadliest warrior among the witch spirits and the leader of the disputed sect. Her blade had ended a thousand lives, and her life was taken on the battlefield far more than that, and the opponent experienced ten times more battles in the arena.
As the most dangerous individual among his colleagues, Rilis Hespera's fighting skills are so perfect that they themselves are the manifestation of the grace of death. They are sexy, charming and deadly in every move. Observing Rilis' bloody homework is a manifestation of privilege, and only the richest dark elves are qualified to take a look.
For most Dark Spirits, appreciating the Rilis competition once is just an unattainable dream. If the dream comes true, it is said that even the oldest and most withered Dark Spirits can regain their vitality.
It is said that she was the most beloved woman by Asrubail Victor after getting tired of Males. Although some people think that this love is a mistress, Everenie believes that such a proud warrior will never be willing to become a plaything.
But if Rilis Hespera abandons her identity as a warrior, she is indeed one of the most beautiful women in Comoros. Her voice is also delicate and velvety, although she is usually extremely taciturn. Therefore, her own statements are strictly implemented through her maids. These fighting sects of Wu Ling can only conscientiously complete her tasks while jealous of the mistress's flawless body and body skills.
During this period, various people often asked her whether she had the confidence to defeat the chief.
To be honest, Everenie herself had no answer, she could only tell herself that she would do her best not only for her life, but also for her friends.
Of course, there are still some things outside the field that interfere with her mind, such as those apes. I don’t know if they can enter the arena. If they can’t win, then they will be the only hope of saving Veronica.
Although I don’t know why Veronica is so confident in Soshyan, if it really doesn’t work, I can only rely on him.
Dongdongdongdongdong-
Just as Everenie made the final adjustment, the door was knocked gently.
She stood up from the mat and opened the door, and a group of maids were waiting outside the door.
"Miss, it's time to take a shower and change your clothes."
Everenie nodded slightly and surrounded the maids and arrived at a "bathroom".
It was said to be a bathroom, but there was no bath or warm hot water here. There was only a golden statue of Kane and a golden pot with red blood swelling in the pot.
As a representative of the Kane sect, the succubus must bathe in blood before taking the stage and pray to Kane that most of the blood comes from the elves or humans.
After the maids took off their robes, Everenie stepped into the blood, held the warm blood with both hands, and raised her head and sprinkled it from her face.
Blood flowed down the white and smooth skin along the curve of the undulating body, outlining a stunning and terrifying magnificent picture. Then the maids around him picked up golden spoons and kept sprinkling blood on Everenie.
The whole process lasted for a minute, and when Everenie walked out, she didn't carry a drop of blood on her body.
Under the gaze of the statue of Kane, the maids began to wear clothes, protect her, make up, and jewelry.
In the Night of Revelation, the dominant succubus is not only the strongest killer, but also the most gorgeous courtesan.
The process took two hours. When Everenie left, she had turned into a bright but extremely dangerous thorny rose. The black protective gear set against the red skirt, and the golden ornaments decorated with black gems jingled with her steps. Her slender legs were tightly wrapped in black stockings, outlining the perfect curves. The small toes and white heels on her uneasy legs were exposed from the stockings.
Through the long passage, the cheers outside Everenie had already heard vaguely. When the maids pushed open the door, she took a deep breath-
At that moment, cheers came to my face like a tsunami.
"Let us welcome! Keep two hundred and thirty-nine battles undefeated, the most beautiful and deadly commander of the Poison Tongue Arena, the Furious Blade, Everenie!!!!"