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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC138: Trap?

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Trap?

"My Queens, you have done well. Now, the real work begins. We will not wait for the Barbarian Union to threaten us, nor will we tolerate a resource shortage."

Vahn announced a Great Expedition to enrich their resources by opening new trade routes with nearby Kingdoms and Tribes. This was a strategic move to secure external resources and establish the Dynasty's economic power.

In this way, his accumulated stock of inferior Sky Grade and Saint Grade weapons—which were quickly being replaced by the Dynasty's growing output—could be sold or bartered for essential raw materials like spiritual herbs and high-quality beast cores.

He also parted weapon crafting knowledge to the newly integrated Frost Giants and Barbarians to allow them to produce more standardized weapons and artifacts, shifting them from simple resource consumers to essential, prosperous contributors to the nation.

He then issued critical resource orders:

He ordered a systematic search for new Metal Ores and rich Mana Ores within the Frost Giant territory to meet the demand for their planned exports.

Ascalon and Golka were assigned to lead the initial exploration teams personally, ensuring loyalty and efficiency in the newly conquered lands.

Meanwhile, Seraphina visited Vahn in his private workshop, where he was already drafting blueprints for resource processing centers. Her face was etched with worry.

"Vahn," Seraphina began softly, "Zephya, my little disciple, has been sending me messages through our spiritual link, pleading for me to return. She says she cannot to live without me."

Zephya was Seraphina's apprentice from her time as the Saintess of Light in the Central Continent of Dalu—now effectively enemy territory.

"She seeks counsel on what she should do when she is on enemy territory," Seraphina finished, her anxiety clear.

Vahn paused his work, his expression turning serious. He knew the complex political web of the Central Continent.

"This could be a trap, wifey." Vahn stated simply

. "The moment you left, the White Lotus Sanctuary would have sought to exploit any connection you still hold. They would know that preying on your relationship with your disciple is the surest way to lure you back."

He told Seraphina to stay here, emphasizing her crucial role as a stabilizing presence and second-in-command of the Dynasty.

"That said I know how much you love Zephya. So I will go instead.," Vahn decided. "And Lilith will accompany me. If this is truly a trap, I need power and subtlety. Your Holy Light is too recognizable. Lilith's mastery of shadows and my new capabilities will give us the necessary means to escape unharmed."

With that intention, Lilith and Vahn set off toward the Central Continent of Dalu, leaving the Necrotic Dynasty in the capable hands of Seraphina and Ezekiel.

Vahn and Lilith are now traveling toward the heavily guarded Central Continent of Dalu to investigate Zephya's distress signal and the possibility of an enemy trap.

Under Lilith's stunned eyes, Vahn opened a Temporal Void Gate following the spiritual coordinates Seraphina had received to meet with Zephya secretly. This was the first practical use of the powerful new ability Vahn had gained from his recent temporal journey and bonding with Celestine. The ability allowed them to bypass the extensive defenses and watchful eyes of the Central Continent's borders entirely.

Within just a few seconds, they bypassed hundreds of thousands miles and the heavily fortified frontier, arriving at a Big City in the Central Continent, where it was currently night. The temporal jump deposited them in a dark, secluded alleyway behind a sprawling, ancient temple.

Lilith, recovering quickly from the shock of temporal travel, immediately activated her Shadow Arts.

Lilith's plan for entry was swift and based on her expertise in covert operations:

Lilith immediately shrouded herself and Vahn in deep, form-altering shadows. She used her affinity to give them the appearance of ordinary, unassuming travelers or low-level rogue cultivators passing through. Vahn's domineering aura was completely suppressed by her art, making him appear physically weak and unremarkable. Lilith herself appeared as his quiet, veiled companion.

They would avoid large thoroughfares and use the Shadow Paths and rooftops (a technique Lilith mastered) to move swiftly and silently through the city, heading directly toward the coordinates Seraphina provided for the rendezvous with Zephya.

Vahn's primary role would be a powerful, silent guardian and the wielder of the Temporal Void Gate for an immediate emergency exit. Lilith would handle all subtle reconnaissance and interaction.

We will have to move quickly, Husband," Lilith whispered in a low voice. "The Central Continent is saturated with Light and Order energy. Your presence, even masked, will draw attention if we linger too much. I will go in, confirm if it's a trap or not, and then we get out."

"Alright, I will stand here and keep watch, Lilith. Go find out if the girl is there or not."

"Alright. Stay alert."

Lilith moved with silent efficiency toward the coordinates. She went to the designated spot, an abandoned and crumbling structure, and indeed saw a little girl with silver hair waiting.

Lilith's voice broke the silence. "Are you Zephya?"

The girl blinked, taking in Lilith's veiled appearance. "Y-yes, I am Zephya," she replied hesitantly. "Who...who are you?"

"I am someone who was sent to find you," Lilith said softly, though her eyes scanned the surroundings, never fully trusting her environment. "Do you recognize me?"

Zephya's eyes narrowed as she tilted her head. "No, I've never seen you before... but you seem familiar. Are you... a friend of my master?"

Lilith remained still, watching Zephya intently. "You were told no one would follow you, correct?"

The girl nodded, looking over her shoulder nervously. "Yes. I-I came alone. There's no one... I swear." Her voice trembled slightly. "Please, I need to go to my master. I miss her."

"I don't detect anyone nearby... no cultivators," she muttered under her breath, though her suspicion remained. "But I will still need to be sure."

Lilith was still suspicious. She meticulously scanned the whole City using her untraceable Spirit Sense, but still, she found no powerful cultivators lurking in the vicinity.

"Follow me."

Somehow convinced by the lack of direct ambush, she told Zephya to follow her.

Outside:

The girl blinked in surprise when she saw her master's husband, Vahn. "You... you came? For me?"

She seemed taken aback, as though not expecting this kind of reception.

Vahn nodded, offering a small smile. "Of course. You're Seraphina's favorite disciple, after all. She would never forgive me if I let you wander among our enemies. Plus, I didn't want her coming here herself."

Zephya lowered her heard. "I didn't think I still meant so much to her... I thought she already forgotten me after she chose you," she muttered bitterly.

"You're more than just a disciple to Seraphina." Vahn assured her, his tone firm. "Now, let's get you out of here before things get worse."

Lilith glanced at him sharply, her expression unreadable. "Can we trust her, Husband? She's been alone for too long. It's hard to believe there's no trap."

"I'm trusting my senses. But we still need to be quick."

Lilith nodded, though her hand hovered near the dagger at her side. "Very well. Let's leave."

After the awkward reunion, Vahn just opened the Temporal Void Gate to leave.

WHOOM!

As soon as he did, his senses screamed DANGER. The dimensional tear, though momentary, served as a hope.

But before Vahn could pull them away through the Gate, a heaven-shaking RUMBLE echoed throughout the City. The ground trembled as immense spiritual power erupted from previously hidden formations.

Zephya gasped, her hands trembling as she fell to her knees. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!" she cried, looking mortified. "I didn't know!"

Lilith's eyes narrowed to slits, her lips curling into a disgust. "It's a trap. This whole thing was a trap."

Vahn maintained his calm. He was not the same weakling who had to rely on his wives to save him. The past few days of life-and-death struggle against the Void Worm and the Earth military had forged him into a more formidable King. He readied himself for the inevitable confrontation.

"Hahaha, I didn't think we would be able to catch a big fish so easily."

With a mocking laughter, several figures quickly floated through the night sky, their forms illuminated by the blinding light energy they wielded. They were old men and women radiating the overwhelming aura of cultivators far beyond the Soul Transformation realm. Vahn instantly recognized them as the Supreme Elders of the White Lotus Sanctuary. They were experts of the Void Shattering Realm.

The terrifying level of power couldn't be imagined.

But Vahn's sharp eyes saw through their facade. Their bodies were slightly translucent, and their power felt disconnected from the environment. They were in their Projection Form, similiar to clones of their power, not their true bodies.

So, there were still some chances to escape.

"Still thinking about fleeing, boy? Kneeel!"

One of the Supreme Elders barked domineeringly, releasing his full, crushing Void Shattering aura onto Vahn. The pressure was immense, designed to utterly incapacitate his Soul.

Vahn's knees buckled instantly under the raw force, but he held fast with his sheer, unyielding will. He immediately activated his Black Hole Core, instinctively opening a small, focused aperture to absorb the hostile aura itself.

The Black Hole Core spun frantically, greedily devouring the foreign energy as if it had been fed the most delicious meal. The immense pressure eased significantly. Vahn felt the raw power, intended to shatter his soul, being neutralized and converted into pure energy for his recovery.

He regained his composure and stood coldly, meeting the gaze of the Supreme Elders without flinching. The move shocked the group of cranky old men.

"..." The Supreme Elders remained silent, their projections flickering slightly in disbelief.

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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC138: Trap?

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Trap?

"My Queens, you have done well. Now, the real work begins. We will not wait for the Barbarian Union to threaten us, nor will we tolerate a resource shortage."

He then issued critical resource orders:

He ordered a systematic search for new Metal Ores and rich Mana Ores within the Frost Giant territory to meet the demand for their planned exports.

Ascalon and Golka were assigned to lead the initial exploration teams personally, ensuring loyalty and efficiency in the newly conquered lands.

Meanwhile, Seraphina visited Vahn in his private workshop, where he was already drafting blueprints for resource processing centers. Her face was etched with worry.

"Vahn," Seraphina began softly, "Zephya, my little disciple, has been sending me messages through our spiritual link, pleading for me to return. She says she cannot to live without me."

Zephya was Seraphina's apprentice from her time as the Saintess of Light in the Central Continent of Dalu—now effectively enemy territory.

"She seeks counsel on what she should do when she is on enemy territory," Seraphina finished, her anxiety clear.

Vahn paused his work, his expression turning serious. He knew the complex political web of the Central Continent.

"This could be a trap, wifey." Vahn stated simply

He told Seraphina to stay here, emphasizing her crucial role as a stabilizing presence and second-in-command of the Dynasty.

With that intention, Lilith and Vahn set off toward the Central Continent of Dalu, leaving the Necrotic Dynasty in the capable hands of Seraphina and Ezekiel.

Vahn and Lilith are now traveling toward the heavily guarded Central Continent of Dalu to investigate Zephya's distress signal and the possibility of an enemy trap.

Lilith, recovering quickly from the shock of temporal travel, immediately activated her Shadow Arts.

Lilith's plan for entry was swift and based on her expertise in covert operations:

Vahn's primary role would be a powerful, silent guardian and the wielder of the Temporal Void Gate for an immediate emergency exit. Lilith would handle all subtle reconnaissance and interaction.

"Alright, I will stand here and keep watch, Lilith. Go find out if the girl is there or not."

"Alright. Stay alert."

Lilith moved with silent efficiency toward the coordinates. She went to the designated spot, an abandoned and crumbling structure, and indeed saw a little girl with silver hair waiting.

Lilith's voice broke the silence. "Are you Zephya?"

The girl blinked, taking in Lilith's veiled appearance. "Y-yes, I am Zephya," she replied hesitantly. "Who...who are you?"

"I am someone who was sent to find you," Lilith said softly, though her eyes scanned the surroundings, never fully trusting her environment. "Do you recognize me?"

Zephya's eyes narrowed as she tilted her head. "No, I've never seen you before... but you seem familiar. Are you... a friend of my master?"

Lilith remained still, watching Zephya intently. "You were told no one would follow you, correct?"

The girl nodded, looking over her shoulder nervously. "Yes. I-I came alone. There's no one... I swear." Her voice trembled slightly. "Please, I need to go to my master. I miss her."

"I don't detect anyone nearby... no cultivators," she muttered under her breath, though her suspicion remained. "But I will still need to be sure."

Lilith was still suspicious. She meticulously scanned the whole City using her untraceable Spirit Sense, but still, she found no powerful cultivators lurking in the vicinity.

"Follow me."

Somehow convinced by the lack of direct ambush, she told Zephya to follow her.

Outside:

The girl blinked in surprise when she saw her master's husband, Vahn. "You... you came? For me?"

She seemed taken aback, as though not expecting this kind of reception.

Zephya lowered her heard. "I didn't think I still meant so much to her... I thought she already forgotten me after she chose you," she muttered bitterly.

"You're more than just a disciple to Seraphina." Vahn assured her, his tone firm. "Now, let's get you out of here before things get worse."

Lilith glanced at him sharply, her expression unreadable. "Can we trust her, Husband? She's been alone for too long. It's hard to believe there's no trap."

"I'm trusting my senses. But we still need to be quick."

Lilith nodded, though her hand hovered near the dagger at her side. "Very well. Let's leave."

After the awkward reunion, Vahn just opened the Temporal Void Gate to leave.

WHOOM!

As soon as he did, his senses screamed DANGER. The dimensional tear, though momentary, served as a hope.

But before Vahn could pull them away through the Gate, a heaven-shaking RUMBLE echoed throughout the City. The ground trembled as immense spiritual power erupted from previously hidden formations.

Zephya gasped, her hands trembling as she fell to her knees. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen!" she cried, looking mortified. "I didn't know!"

Lilith's eyes narrowed to slits, her lips curling into a disgust. "It's a trap. This whole thing was a trap."

"Hahaha, I didn't think we would be able to catch a big fish so easily."

The terrifying level of power couldn't be imagined.

So, there were still some chances to escape.

"Still thinking about fleeing, boy? Kneeel!"

One of the Supreme Elders barked domineeringly, releasing his full, crushing Void Shattering aura onto Vahn. The pressure was immense, designed to utterly incapacitate his Soul.

He regained his composure and stood coldly, meeting the gaze of the Supreme Elders without flinching. The move shocked the group of cranky old men.

"..." The Supreme Elders remained silent, their projections flickering slightly in disbelief.

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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC140: Battle Against Nothingness (1)

Chapter 140: Chapter 140: Battle Against Nothingness (1)

The Elders, realizing they were facing an immediate existential threat, dropped all pretense of superiority.

They breathed for a single, ragged moment, as if the world itself had paused to take in the horror and decide which side to choose. The Supreme Elders were paused in the air like carved monuments of authority, their features hard as stone.

Vahn, in his Ultimate Void Dragon form, snorted coldly.

Darius stepped forward without ceremony. He was the eldest among them, his projection shaped with the strict geometry of command. His voice rolled out like thunder and scripture at once.

"You insulted us by surviving, boy. Now obey. Surrender the Saintess and return what you stole."

Vahn's reply was like a demonic growl,

"I will not kneel to men who hide behind righteous pretense."

"Humph, you will not learn like this, boy."

Finished saying, Darius lifted his hand and channeled his Heaven Grade Art: World-Cleansing Light

Humm!

Divine Judgment unfolded like a cathedral in the sky. Rivers of pure, concentrated light braided into a massive spear of law that threatened to pierce reality itself. The spear hummed with the certainty of finality; it carried the weight of verdicts passed over centuries. It descended with the inevitability of fate.

The spear vanished into the maw of the Black Hole Core as if swallowed by hunger. Darius's expression flickered from arrogance to disbelief. The core did not merely absorb. It consumed and translated. The Divine Judgment unspooled, its golden threads rewoven into a silence that wrapped Vahn like armor.

An elder to Darius's left hissed and retaliated with her own Heaven Grade Art, Starbound Excision. She flung a lattice of crystallized starlight that carved through air and memory. Each shard that struck a thing unmade it, reducing structure to concept. The lattice struck where it wanted to; roofs became definitions, and the street under Vahn's feet winked out like a candle.

Vahn tilted his dragon head. He did not concentrate the way a normal dragon would. He moved as if an old motion, like a memory more than a decision, guided him. He swung his massive claw tearing through the sky.

The Void Claw cut through the Starbound Excision as if it were silk. The shards dissolved into a dark fog and were fed to the Black Hole Core. The lattice lost cohesion and fell apart from the inside.

Another elder, face carved by frost and patience, called on Law of Severance. Invisible chains, forged of jurisdiction and oath, snaked outward to bind and denature.

They coiled around Vahn's Dragon form as if to strip him of will and status.

For a heartbeat his hill sized legs buckled under obligation. But the chains unraveled at the touch of the void. The very concept of being bound fractured.

Vahn's claws brushed the nearest chain and it evaporated like ice struck by a black sun.

"You think your projections held the power to stop me?" Vahn growled. "Then you're very wrong."

The elders answered with another set of Heaven Grade Arts. The silver-haired matron, Selene, unleashed Radiant Chainbind, an array of holy sigils that coalesced into a net of sanctified light. A second elder, voice like grinding mountains, invoked Celestial Prism Cascade.

Humm.

A torrent of refracted law and light cascaded downward, each beam programmed to cut motifs of void from existence.

Vahn breathed in. The void in him hummed in resonance with everything that would become nothing. He extended both paws at once and let the air between them fracture into a great, curving slash.

The colossal Claw Swipe did not slice by force. It carved by absence. Space bent away from the path of the swipe, taking the Radiant Chainbind and Celestial Prism Cascade with it. The sigils unravelled, their holy geometry losing definition as the void ate the space that gave them meaning. The cascade fractured into motes of light that were quickly swallowed by the Black Hole Core.

Projection-forms, even Heaven Grade, were built upon consensus: the sanctified agreement of an order that those shapes had power. Void did not negotiate with consensus. It erased the premise. It devoured the frame those arts needed to exist.

"Die, you scourge!"

An elder bellowed and wove a technique with a ceremonial flourish. Sunseal Purge manifested as a column of purifying sun that promised to burn every corruption until only the pure remained. The column struck the ground with a sound like a struck bell.

Vahn's eyes, deep and empty as a collapsed star, tracked its fall. He stepped into the outer edge of the column and smiled something without mercy. The sun did not scorch him. It thinned. Where its light should have clarified, it dissolved into neat, falling dust. The column crumbled inward like a shell.

"You will learn," Vahn said aloud, though his voice did not need to carry. "You will learn that there are forces older than sanctuaries and older than courts. Your arts are exquisite tools for a lesser world."

Darius pulled his projection back enough to force a calm. He was not a fool. He had witnessed power before, and his chest tightened with the old dread of men who have the privilege of belief but not the certainty of survival. He drew a last, desperate art from his arsenal: Judgment of the Voidless Throne. It was designed to anchor an enemy's soul to a phantom court and strip them of their bloodline until nothing remained.

This one struck true into the edges of Vahn's consciousness. For a flicker everything inside him became a set of accusations and a tribunal. Memories tried to organize into testimony. Pain sharpened into cross examination.

"Void is not argument," Vahn thought. "It is the absence that allows argument to form."

He let the tribunal close and then opened his palm. There was no blast, no flash. Just the soft, terrible grinding of existence being unstitched. The Claw Swipe moved like a parent separating two animals. It touched the tribunal and the court unraveled as if its pages were made of dried leaves.

Puff!

The projection that held the art quivered, then tore apart.

What remained of each elder was a projection tasting of original fear. The last of their confidence had been shattered.

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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC141: Battle Against Nothingness (2)

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Battle Against Nothingness (2)

It was not that the elders lacked talent. Their cultivation Arts just did not hold the property to stand against nonexistence.

Therefore, they were vulnerable against the Void Dragom.

Lilith moved like a shadow made flesh to protect Zephya. She wove an array of subterfuges, filigreed and fierce. The female elder who had tried to annihilate her jumped forward, pride turned to pure violence. She cast Purge of the First Light and aimed to end Lilith as if she were a stain on history.

Lilith's dagger found the void between places. Her weave struck, but was met by the echo of Vahn's Claw, which tore at the fabric of the Purge. The attack collapsed inward, and its edges were fed into the Black Hole Core. For all the elder's fury, the projection she commanded was now a flicker of arrogance looking at its own death.

Darius realized projection after projection was slipping. He didn't not have much time left.

So, he sharpened his gaze and directed a complex, multi-layered art he had used against true monarch level Spirit Beasts. He named it Celestial Inquest. It was an array of law that asked a soul every painful question and accepted only confession or nullity.

It found Vahn's chest, and for the first time there was a tremor. Memory opened, guilt and love spilled, and there was no answer that could satisfy a court that ate souls.

Vahn gritted his teeth and placed a hand on the cobblestone. He felt small and terrible at once. He did not need to prove innocence. He only needed to be. He called on the ancient lineage inside him: the blood of an Ultimate race, the hunger and the covenant with void.

With a motion like a closing of a book the Claw Swipe swept through Celestial Inquest. It did not fight the questions. It removed the pages. The prosecution had nothing to read.

Projection after projection got destroyed. The Elders' faces drained color. Their Heaven Grade Arts, the jewels of their order, went from instruments of execution to fragile toys that broke against a thing that did not belong to the same taxonomy of power.

Darius cursed, a human sound full of raw, old sorrow. He could not let them flee. He had invested his prestige, his authority, and his certainty into this night. He raised a barrier in desperation, a dome of coding and doctrine meant to force Vahn into a single, governed state.

Vahn's next movement was quiet enough that Lilith did not hear it at first. He extended his palm and the air swallowed the barrier around it like a man who closed his mouth and the world stopped breathing.

Ka-boom!

The dome imploded softly into nothing. The elders looked at one another and saw their reflections as they had never seen them before: not masters but temporary flames. Mortality was a word they had always assumed applied to other kinds of people.

The projections fractured. A few elders screamed. Others tried to solidify longer, but the night had learned a new law. Vahn's Black Hole Core fed on the residual energies until there was nothing left to feed. The projections dissolved along tidy seams.

Where the elders had stood like icons, they now appeared as exhausted old men, their real bodies miles away and their spiritual presence shattered like blown glass.

Vahn did not advance. He did not need to. He had made his verdict. He stood over the rubble of an attempted execution and the promise that the world now belonged to different rules. His breathing was ragged. His paws and scales were dark. He had become a monster and yet remained a husband and a father and a man who would not allow his house to be destroyed by these lowlifes.

Lilith fell to her knees, arms wrapped around Zephya. Zephya sobbed until her shoulders shook.

Darius, humiliated, called his remaining strength to withdraw. He spoke into the empty air, command and bargaining braided together.

"This is not over," he told them. "We will return."

He would not say to when he would return. He would only promise ruin and then leave with what small dignity he still possessed.

Vahn watched them go with an expression that made even Lilith flinch. When they were gone, when the last flicker had been absorbed and the night had calmed into a new atmosphere, Vahn lowered his dragon head.

His Void Dragon form remained in place for a breath more, then dissolved back into flesh and bone human.

His body fell onto Lilith's arm.

Holding him to her chest, she whispered,

"You have made a mistake, husband. But You did what had to be done.

He looked at her, and for a moment the man and the void were one. The city felt different. The cost had been paid and the ledger added a new line. He did not know yet whether it was victory or the beginning of an older war.

For now he gathered Seraphina's disciple close and let Lilith press her forehead against his chest. The moon watched.

The night folded like a map. Somewhere, the White Lotus would raise alarms and plan revenge.

"Vahn, the Gate! Now!" she urged, holding him steady alongside the terrified, weeping Zephya.

Vahn, though weak and exhausted, hurriedly managed to open the Temporal Void Gate for them to escape. He knew a continued battle with their real bodies, especially after that drain, would kill him instantly.

He had somehow defeated the projections of the Supreme Elders, but the victory was purely tactical.

Lilith swiftly carried him toward the rift alongside Zephya, their forms vanishing into the silver-black shimmer of the Nexus just as the city lights began to switch on in terrified chaos.

They reappeared in the familiar, safe confines of the Royal Palace of the Necrotic Dynasty.

"Aunt Lilith, You're back... Eh, What happened to Papa?" Eterna, Vahn's daughter, rushed forward, noticing the terrifying wounded state he was in.

"Papa, you're bleeding! Who did this to you? Sniff, sniff...I'm going to call Mommy!" Eterna's small voice was filled with frantic worry.

Lilith gently put Vahn down and nodded, her voice rough. "Go, Eterna. Now."

After only a moment, Seraphina burst into the chamber, her eyes instantly landing on Vahn's broken body. She staggered, the sight of his gruesome bruises and the black-tinged blood overwhelming her composure.

She broke into sobs, collapsing onto his chest. The smell of his metallic blood reached her nose, tearing at her heart.

"Vahn! What have they done to you?" Seraphina cried, the guilt of his sacrifice for her disciple crushing her.

She immediately began casting the powerful Healing Lights of the Saintess, her hands glowing brilliantly as she worked to restore his ravaged body and soul.

Vahn closed his eyes and listened to the soft, caring sounds of those he loved.

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MY SEVEN WIVES ARE BEAUTIFUL SAINTESSESC142: The Frost of Truth, The Heat of War

Chapter 142: Chapter142: The Frost of Truth, The Heat of War

Seraphina's hands trembled as she fed pure Saintess Light into Vahn's battered body. The gentle glow illuminated the room like a dying sunrise. Her lips quivered, tears dripping silently onto his cheeks.

Zephya knelt nearby on the cold marble floor, shoulders shaking, barely able to breathe through her sobs. She had cried from the moment they arrived, repeating apologies until her voice was raw and broken.

Seraphina looked up finally, her expression torn between anguish and something far colder.

"Zephya, look at me."

The girl flinched but obeyed, forcing her eyes upward. Her silver hair was plastered to her cheeks with tears.

"Answer me honestly," Seraphina demanded,

"Were you involved in that ambush? Did you lead my husband into a trap?"

Zephya's eyes widened, and she shook her head violently.

"No! No, Master! I swear I didn't know anything. I thought... I thought I had come alone, not with any of the Supreme Elders. I didn't even sense them... I didn't... I didn't..."

She crumbled again, forehead hitting the floor as she cried.

"I would never hurt your husband... never..."

Seraphina studied her carefully. Her Holy Light sensed no lies—only fear, guilt, and the fragile hope of forgiveness.

Before she could speak, Vahn's hoarse voice drifted out.

"Enough... Seraphina."

Everyone turned toward him.

His eyes cracked open, still hazy with exhaustion but ironically calm, given the horrendous wounds he had endured.

"Let it go. This was expected from those righteous dogs. We should have been more careful."

Seraphina clenched her fist. "But you nearly died..."

Vahn managed a faint, tired smile. "But I didn't."

Lilith snorted, wiping her eyes as if embarrassed. "Barely," she muttered.

Eterna wrapped her small arms around Vahn's waist, sobbing quietly.

"You scared me... Papa... I thought..."

He reached out and stroked her hair with a trembling hand. "I'm here, little one. I'm not going anywhere."

For now, at least.

---

Days passed. Weeks, even.

The sun rose again over what had once been a barren ghost valley—now a bustling, rapidly expanding capital city of the Necrotic Dynasty. Over sixty thousand people lived there, working tirelessly to build roads, walls, markets, barracks, and temples.

The echo of hammers and construction filled the air like a new heartbeat for the kingdom.

Vahn strode into court, fully healed, wearing the regal black-gold coat tailored for kings. The hall erupted in admiration—mixed with a touch of fear. The rumor of his colossal Void Dragon form had spread like wildfire.

He sat upon the obsidian throne, Lilith on his left and Seraphina on his right.

Ezekiel stood proudly in the center of the court, armor gleaming.

"Your Majesty," Ezekiel bowed deeply as he gave his reports,

"the Mining operations in the Frost Giant territory are exceeding expectations. We've found several new veins of rare ores and high-grade mana stones. Spirit Stones are piling up in the treasury even after distribution."

The gathered ministers murmured in awe.

Ascalon Exelcrest and Golka Westlake stood at the forefront of the crowd, arms crossed proudly as they watched Ezekiel present the report. For a moment, both fathers exchanged a satisfied look. This was their son and son-in-law's achievement. Their pride.

Vahn leaned forward, amused.

"You've done well, Ezekiel. Better than I could have hoped for."

He flicked his wrist and summoned a blade wrapped in black ethereal silk. When Ezekiel unwrapped it, gasps echoed throughout the hall.

A Heaven Grade Sword.

Midnight blue with razor-sharp runes glowing faintly. The kind of treasure kingdoms waged wars for.

"This is for your work in stabilizing the Frost Territory, and for proving that you are capable of rising far beyond the expectations of others."

Ezekiel froze. His throat tightened.

"My king... I have no words..."

"Then don't say anything," Vahn smirked. "Just keep working."

Ascalon and Golka both looked like they were resisting the urge to brag loudly.

Several commanders glared with open envy.

But before the admiration could settle, a young messenger sprinted into the hall, panting.

"L-Lord Ezekiel! Emergency report!"

Ezekiel frowned. "What is it?"

The messenger swallowed hard.

"A chief of the Great Barbarian Union has arrived at the city gates requesting immediate audience with King Vahn."

The hall stiffened.

The Great Barbarian Union.

Every official knew the dynamics with them.

Ezekiel stepped toward Vahn and added,

"Your Majesty, this doesn't make sense. The envoys we sent to negotiate trade with the Great Barbarian Union were captured. Not a single one returned."

The court erupted into gasps.

Seraphina's expression turned cold.

Lilith's smile vanished.

"And now one of their chiefs dares walk into our capital?" Ezekiel continued. "Alone? Without offering an explanation? Without even demanding ransom?"

"It smells wrong," Golka muttered.

"You think it is a trap?" Ascalon asked, eyes narrowing.

Ezekiel nodded sharply.

"It doesn't add up, Your Majesty."

Vahn leaned back on his throne, tapping a finger against the armrest as a slow, dangerous smile formed.

"If their chief came here personally after capturing my envoys..."

His aura sharpened like a blade.

"Then he wants something... or he fears something."

Lilith, the second queen tilted her head.

"Are you going to meet him?"

Vahn rose and replied calmly,

"Yes. Bring him to the throne room."

His smile widened into something predatory.

"I want to see what courage or desperation drives a Barbarian Chief to walk into the den of the Void Dragon."

The throne room fell into a heavy, unnerving silence as the massive doors groaned open.

Very soon, a giant walked in.

The guards stiffened instinctively. Even among barbarians, he was a towering, muscle-forged warrior. Nearly 10 meters tall, broad as a fortress gate, covered in bone tattoos and scars that shimmered faintly with spiritual ink.

But his eyes...

They were steady. Calculating. Intelligent.

He was no brute.

He was Chief Jargo, who was once one of the Great Barbarian Union's strongest battle chiefs, now reduced to a lone traveler seeking refuge.

A hushe of silence fell over the hall as he approached the throne.

Jargo paused, then struck his fist across his chest and kneeled with a heavy thud.

"King Vahn of the Necrotic Dynasty," he rumbled. "I come with no weapon drawn no warriors at my back. only with the truth and a plea."

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Chapter 143: Chapter 143: The Chief Who Bowed to the Void

Vahn watched him quietly with a unreadable expression.

"Speak," Vahn said. "And choose your words well."

Jargo's throat tightened. This was the man who had brought humans, barbarians, ghosts and frost giants under his rule. Even kneeling in front of him made the barbarian chief's skin crawl in primal instinct.

But he pressed his forehead to the floor.

"In the name of my ancestors, I did not come here as an enemy."

Several commanders whispered in disbelief.

Ezekiel narrowed his eyes. "Then why did you come at all, after capturing our envoys?"

Jargo exhaled sharply as he answered,

"I did not capture your envoys. The Great Barbarian Union did."

Vahn's fingers stopped tapping.

Jargo continued, raising his head.

"I... was kicked out."

The words hit the hall like a hammer.

Seraphina frowned deeply. Lilith raised an eyebrow.

Even Golka and Ascalon glanced at each other.

Jargo clenched his fists.

"When the other chiefs of the council decided to go against your Dynasty, I alone opposed them. I saw what the others refused to see."

His eyes locked onto Vahn with a mixture of awe and fear.

"You are not someone the Barbarian Union can defeat. Nor negotiate with as equals. You are someone the land itself bends for. Someone whose rise cannot be stopped."

The hall went silent again.

Vahn tilted his head, curious. "You came here just to praisime my strength? That alone does not earn trust."

"No," Jargo agreed firmly. "It does not, your majesty. That is why I come not to bargain... but to submit."

He slammed both fists into the floor.

"I, Jargo Ironhoof, former Great Chief of the Northern Stampede Tribe, offer myself to you. Body, soul, tribe, bloodline. Everything."

Gasps broke out.

Eterna, standing beside Seraphina, blinked in confusion. "Mama, he's... very big..."

Lilith smirked faintly. "And very desperate."

Seraphina whispered, "Barbarians do not kneel easily. This is no small gesture."

Jargo continued, voice hoarse with shame and resolve.

"My people lack spiritual power. Our children die young, our warriors grow old without breakthroughs. I have watched your capital... watched how your kingless valley became a shining city in mere months."

He swallowed hard.

"I want that future for my tribe."

His voice softened in a rare moment of vulnerability.

"I want a land where our children don't starve. Where our warriors don't die blind to cultivation. Where we are not used as cannon fodder by the Union."

He bowed again until his head touched the ground.

"I want to overthrow the Barbarian Union and bring my tribe—no, my lineage—under your rule."

A tense silence ensued..

Then, footsteps.

Longus, the current Barbarian Chief under the Necrotic Dynasty, stepped forward.

Longus was just as massive, just as wild-looking, but with a calmer aura shaped by his loyalty to Vahn.

He bowed to Vahn, then faced the hall.

"I vouch for him everyone, " Longus declared. "Jargo Ironhoof is not a traitor by nature. Only a leader who sees beyond pride."

Jargo's eyes widened at the unexpected support.

Longus nodded at him. "We fought together before. He is not the type to bow unless the cause is righteous."

The hall murmured.

Golka whispered, "If Longus trusts him, then the man might be worth something."

Ascalon gave a grudging nod. "At the very least... he is sincere."

All eyes turned toward Vahn.

He descended from the throne, walking slowly until he stood directly in front of the kneeling chief.

Jargo dared not meet his eyes.

Vahn's replied in a voice that was quiet, yet resounded like a decree:

"Raise your head, Jargo."

Jargo did as he told.

In Vahn's gaze, he saw vastness. A promise... and a warning.

"You wish to follow me?" Vahn asked. "Then you should know something."

The void flickered faintly in his pupils.

"Those who follow me rise higher than mountains."

"And those who betray me, vanish deeper than the abyss."

Jargo gulped a mouthful of saliva. "I understand, your majesty."

Vahn extended his hand.

"Then rise, Jargo Ironhoof," Vahn declared.

"From today onward, you are not a outcast."

The hall erupted in whispers.

Jargo stared in disbelief as Vahn continued.

"You are now a member of the Necrotic Dynasty. You will have my protection and my trust. So long as you earn both."

Jargo's entire frame shook.

He placed his hand over his heart, tears gathering at the edges of his eyes.

"I swear your majesty. I will serve you until the day my bones return to dust."

Vahn nodded once.

"Good. Then let us begin preparing—

—for the fall of the Great Barbarian Union."

Longus grinned savagely.

Ezekiel smirked.

Lilith smiled with dark amusement.

Seraphina sighed, knowing the war drums were already echoing.

Jargo bowed deeply, his loyalty sealed.

The atmosphere in the throne room shifted after Jargo's declaration.

Where tension had lingered, now purpose took root.

Where suspicion remained, now strategy began to form like storm clouds.

Vahn returned to his throne, but his posture was no longer relaxed. His eyes simmered with quiet calculation.

"Longus. Selena. Jargo," Vahn said, addressing the three men who would shape the coming storm.

"Step forward."

They did. Three giants of differing origins, all kneeling before the newly formed dynasty.

Vahn raised a hand.

"Before we fight, we must prepare internally. Our Dynasty may be young... but youth is a strength. Our growth is unshackled by tradition."

Jargo bowed his head. "Just give us your ommand, Your Majesty."

Longus thumped his chest. "My warriors await your word, my king."

Selena stepped forward confidently. "Our mines, supply chains, and weapons are ready."

"Then listen carefully."

Vahn rose from his throne and approached a large tactical map spread across a stone table.

Frost Giant territories to the north, Necrotic Capital at the center, Barbarian Union in the far west.

He dragged his finger across the map.

"Jargo. Tell me exactly how the Great Barbarian Union functions."

The former chief bowed again.

"The Union is strong, but riddled with flaws."

"Flaws?" Lilith whispered with interest.

Jargo nodded.

"The Union is not united. The chiefs are constantly fighting for territory and resources. Only when outside threats arise do they pretend to be one people."

Seraphina narrowed her eyes. "Typical barbarian politics."

"It gets worse," Jargo continued grimly.

"Their new High Chief is unstable. He is obsessed with conquering regions with strong spiritual energy."

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Chapter 144: Chapter144: Jargo Ironhoof's Mission

"Their High Chief is mad? That's good for us. They are easy to guide, and easier to crush," Vahn said.

Ezekiel then appeared before him with his usual soundless grace.

"Your majesty, the scouts already confirmed it. The Great Barbarian Union is trying to mobilize. But their tribes no longer trust one another. They are frightened of your rise."

Hearing him, a faint smirk formed on Vahn's lips.

"That's good. Fear makes them predictable."

Jargo nodded. "If we strike now, your majesty, their council will fracture before they can unite. The Union thrives on strength. If their strongest falls... the others will bow naturally."

Vahn turned his gaze on him.

"And you intend to help them fall? Your own kin?"

Jargo dropped to one knee.

"My life belongs to you now, your majesty. My tribe will follow. My people need cultivation, structure, and civilization. The Union cannot give it. Only you can."

His sincerity was engraved in his voice.

Lilith observed Vahn quietly.

"And? What is your next move, my husband?"

Vahn clasped his hands behind his back.

"First, we destabilize them from within. They have three pillars:

• The War Chief Council

• The Spirit Totem Keepers

• And the Slave Beast Armory"

Seraphina, in her flowing white robes, added softly:

"If any of these break, the others crumble. The Barbarian Union is a house built on violence, not unity."

Vahn nodded.

"Exactly. Which means—"

He turned to Jargo, eyes sharp.

"Tell me more about their weaknesses."

Jargo hesitated, then continued:

"The War Chiefs are powerful but blinded by pride. They underestimate anything that is not brute strength. The Totem Keepers rely on ancient rituals that cannot stand against your type of power. And the Slave Barbarians—"

He clenched his fists.

"—are kept in cruelty. Many would join another master if offered dignity."

Lilith's smiled.

"So we have leverage, then."

Jargo bowed.

"Yes, my queen. Enough to drag the Union to its knees."

Inside the Royal Court

Later that afternoon, Vahn sat on his throne as his commanders gathered.

Maps were unrolled across the war table.

Ezekiel, standing beside them, gave his report.

"Your Majesty, resource mining continues to exceed projections. Spirit Stones, refined ores, and Dragonsteel deposits are overwhelming the treasury. With this rate, we can equip an army large enough to swallow the Barbarian Union in a single campaign."

Ascalon and Golka puffed out their chests in pride for Ezekiel's competence.

Vahn tapped the table thoughtfully.

"Good. But we do not rush. Wars won through brute force end badly. We move with precision."

Ezekiel raised an eyebrow.

"You mean... we do not invade immediately?"

"No," Vahn answered. "We collapse them from inside first. When the Union is weak enough, they will beg for annexation."

Jargo nodded approvingly.

"It is the smarter path."

Longus added,

"The War Chiefs respect only overwhelming dominance. If you crush their strongest in front of their eyes, the rest will kneel without resistance."

Vahn's aura thickened, filling the hall.

"Then we will crush them. But on our terms."

Vahn pointed to three areas on the barbarian map.

"One: We sow discord among the Chiefs.

Two: We liberate the Slaves, breaking their war supply.

Three: We destroy their spiritual backbone by seizing the Totem Grove."

Lilith nodded.

"Husband, I can send shadow agents to spread chaos between the Chiefs."

Ezekiel added,

"I can lead the elites to free the Slave Beasts."

Seraphina, with a gentle yet firm voice, said,

"And I can weaken the Totem Keepers with Light Reversal Arts. Their ancient rituals will backfire."

Jargo, overwhelmed by the coordination and brilliance of their strategy, bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty... this is why the Barbarian Union will fall. You are everything the Union could never be."

Vahn lifted his chin.

"Jargo Ironhoof."

"Yes, my king!"

"You will return to the Barbarian Union as my official envoy. Publicly, you will claim you escaped death. Privately, you will begin planting the seeds of collapse. Don't worry about safety, I will send one of my summons to protect you. Your knowledge of their politics is vital for us after all."

Jargo breathed hard.

"To serve... in such a way... it is an honor."

Vahn stepped down from the throne and placed a hand on Jargo's shoulder.

"You kneel now, but soon... you will rise as the man who breaks an ancient tribe."

A shiver ran through the entire court.

The drums of destiny beat in the air.

That night, the moon bathed the dynasty in silver.

Vahn stood atop the palace roof, watching torches flicker across the rapidly growing capital. Lilith leaned against him; Seraphina held Eterna close.

Under the moonlight, Jargo and Longus trained together in the courtyard, preparing for the mission that would reshape history.

Lilith whispered,

"You are about to rewrite the map, husband."

Vahn's eyes gleamed with quiet, terrifying ambition.

"No," he replied.

"I am about to redefine power."

***

Three Days Later.

Jargo arrived at the gates of the Barbarian Union's stronghold, his heart pounding in his chest. The journey had been long and fraught with danger, but the worst part was yet to come: the faces of the chiefs who had once called him brother, now turned away from him. His reputation had already been shattered when he had opposed the union's war plans. But his loyalty to Vahn... it was now his sole purpose.

As the massive gates opened, Jargo's body tightened, preparing for the confrontation that would surely come. He walked into the war camp with his head held high, but inside he could already feel the eyes of the other warriors pressuring down on him. His tribe, his brothers in arms, no longer saw him as their chief. They saw him as a traitor.

One of the younger warriors, a familiar face from his past, stepped forward to meet him. A nervous, but stern look crossed his face as he locked eyes with Jargo.

"Jargo Ironhoof," the warrior growled, "You've returned. But this time, the Union will not bow. The other chiefs have already spoken of your treachery. You will answer for your betrayal."

Jargo stood tall and unflinching.

"I did not betray my tribe. I saw the truth. I see a future for us in the Necrotic Dynasty, where we rise alongside strength and wisdom. Not fall under the rule of the chaotic, drunken madness of the high Chief."

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Chapter 145: Chapter 145: The Beast in the Den

Jargo stood tall without a shred of fear.

The warrior's fists clenched.

"Stop spouting nonsense, Jargo. You are nothing but a coward now. You've abandoned your brothers for a false king."

Jargo's voice did not waver.

"If that is how you wish to see me, then let it be. But understand this: the Union you fight for is crumbling from the inside. The chiefs are already divided. The only thing holding us together is the fear of what lies beyond. And that is a fear that King Vahn will exploit."

The warrior hesitated, unsure, but before he could speak further, a loud voice called from the center of the camp.

"You are late, Jargo!"

The hulking figure of Chief Gorran Stormhand emerged from the shadows. His enormous battle axe hung loosely over his shoulder, but the flames in his eyes were sharp, cold, and filled with suspicion.

Jargo's eyes met Gorran's calmly.

"Chief Gorran, I was delayed. But I come to warn you, as I warned the others."

Gorran's lips curled into a sneer.

"You warned us of what? That the Necrotic Dynasty would destroy us all? That their king would lay waste to everything we've built?"

Jargo replied firmly:

"No. I warned you that the Union would fall under its own struggles. The others may be blind to it, but I see the truth. This war against King Vahn is a fool's errand. It is nothing but our final act of desperation. And in that desperation, we will burn ourselves alive."

"You speak of cowardice," Gorran spat. "You abandoned your own people. You turned your back on us for the promise of power. And now, you come here, offering us weak words."

Jargo met Gorran's gaze coldly.

"I came here because I know you, Gorran. I know that deep down, you are also tired of this endless war. You and I both know that we cannot win against King Necros. His power is beyond any of us. And the Union... it is just a hollow shell. A false unity, held together by brute force and fear."

Gorran's fists tightened, but something in his eyes shifted. The warlord who had been eager for battle now appeared to be considering something deeper, something more dangerous than mere pride.

"You are a fool if you think I would join you in betraying the Union," Gorran said with a sneer.

"Beside, do you think others chiefs would accept it just like this?"

Jargo laughed cunningly.

"Then we will make them accept it. We can break the Union from within. You, Gorran, and those who see the truth can rise together. We can stand with King Vahn. His vision is one of strength, not destruction. We can join him, rise above our current station, and build something greater."

Gorran's eyes were still doubtful. "And what about the other chiefs?"

"They will fight, of course," Jargo said. "But their time is over. Their minds are clouded by old ways. I will make sure they cannot interfere. We start by turning their own soldiers against them."

Gorran stared at Jargo, while calculating his options in his mind..

The silence extended for a minute.

Finally, Gorran muttered,

"If what you say is true, then the others must be dealt with quickly. If we wait, they will destroy us."

Jargo nodded. "Exactly. The first step is to fracture their unity. We need to create a wedge, something that will cause distrust among the chiefs and their followers."

Gorran's brow furrowed.

"Then, what is your plan, Jargo?"

Jargo turned his gaze back to the camp, his mind storming with the possibilities.

***

Days later, Jargo put his plan into motion.

He began spreading rumors of betrayal, whispers that one of the other chiefs had already started making deals with outsiders in exchange for power. He stoked the fires of suspicion, targeting the most prideful and ambitious of the chiefs. He used the existing divisions in the Union to break their fragile unity, turning the tribes against one another.

Lilith shadow agents fueled the chaos betwen the chiefs further, while Ezekiel's elites secretly started to liberate the Slave Barbarians.

The first few days were a flurry of chaos. The chiefs, who once stood united, now saw traitors in every shadow. Their soldiers began to turn, unsure of who to follow. Some even started to defect, quietly slipping away from the old ways.

Jargo, protected by Espirit, worked from the shadows, slowly pulling the strings that would bring the Union to its knees.

---

Meanwhile, in the Necrotic Dynasty, Vahn continued to focus on strengthening his kingdom. The capital was flourishing, and with the resources flowing in from the mines, he began building his military power.

Ezekiel, now firmly in charge of the military, continued to train elite forces. Longus and Jargo's old warriors had begun to integrate into the Dynasty's ranks, and their experience added an edge to the army.

Vahn stood in his war room, surrounded by generals, strategists, and his closest advisors.

"It's all in place," Vahn said. "Jargo has begun his work. We will see how long the Union lasts under pressure."

Ezekiel, ever the strategist, nodded.

"Your majesty, they are already unstable. The chiefs are too divided. It's only a matter of time before they turn on one another."

Vahn's lips curved into a dangerous smile.

"The key now is patience. We wait for the right moment to strike. And when we do, we will show them what it means to face a Dynasty that cannot be beaten."

Seraphina stepped forward, her presence graceful and soothing.

"I have weakened the Totem Keepers with my Light reversal art. We will be ready when the time comes, Husband. And we will have no mercy for those who choose destruction over prosperity."

---

Back in the Barbarian Union, the storm that Jargo had set in motion was gaining momentum. The chiefs were at each other's throats, each one trying to secure their position, each one afraid of being the next target. The Union was teetering on the brink of civil war.

The next stage of Jargo's plan was simple: eliminate the strongest threats, those who would not bend. The war chiefs who had always clung to the old ways. Once they were removed, the rest would fall into line.

Jargo stood at the edge of the camp, looking out at the disarray.

"It won't be long now," he murmured.

A messenger arrived breathlessly.

"Chief Jargo, the chief Dorrak of the Southern Tribe has already agreed to back you up. He says he'll provide soldiers, but only if you can guarantee his position once the Union falls."

Jargo nodded.

"Tell him it's done. We now have only one more step to take."

He looked over his shoulder at the chaos within the camp, at the warriors who no longer knew which side to fight for.

"Humph, this is the beginning of the end. They will soon learn that the Union does not stand a chance against the will of King Necros."

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Chapter 146: Chapter 146: The Fall of the Union

The ambience in the Barbarian Union's stronghold had changed. Rumors of betrayal, intrigue, shifting allegiances spread like wildfire. Where once the chiefs of the Union stood united by their common desire for power and dominance, now they were fractured.

Paranoia spread throughout the camp, every warrior eyeing his comrades with suspicion. And in the heart of it all was Jargo Ironhoof, the once-betrayed chief, now the harbinger of the Union's downfall.

With the Monarch Level Infernal Spirit: Espirit acting as his protector, he had no fear.

The chiefs, each one more stubborn and proud than the last, had long thought themselves untouchable. But Jargo had seen through their lies. He had seen the cracks in their foundation, the way they stuck to old traditions and outdated power structures. He knew that the true strength of the Barbarian Union was not in its warriors or in the blood-soaked traditions, but in its unity. And that unity was already crumbling.

Now, Jargo's plan was in full motion. The key chiefs, those who would not bend to his vision of change, were being slowly and quietly eliminated. It started with the smaller, more isolated tribes (the ones with weaker influence) who quietly sided with Jargo. They provided him with information, support, and even soldiers.

With each chief's fall, his grip on the Union grew tighter. And the others began to look over their shoulders, unsure who would be next.

Jargo stood atop a rocky outcrop overlooking the camp, the wind whipping through his hair as he gazed at the chaos below. Fires burned in the distance, soldiers shouting orders, traders packing their goods, the once-sturdy structures of the Union beginning to show signs of decay. The barbarian spirit, once fierce and proud, now seemed like a wild beast, unsure of where to turn.

"You've done it," Longus, the chief of the Necrotic Dynasty's barbarian forces, said, standing beside him. His stoic features now showed pride. "The Union is on the brink of collapse."

Jargo nodded, but his gaze never leaving the scene below. "It's not enough yet. The strongest chiefs, the ones who believe they can still hold everything together, they need to fall. And the rest will follow."

Longus grunted, adjusting his axe. "And once they're gone?"

Jargo's lips twisted into a grim smile. "Once they're gone, we make our move. King Vahn's Dynasty will offer them an alternative. A future they can't refuse. But we need to make sure their soldiers are with us when the time comes."

Longus gave him a thoughtful look, then nodded. "You're playing a dangerous game, Jargo. But I think you're right."

The two of them stood in silence for a moment, watching the camp. In the distance, Jargo could see the banners of the opposing chiefs beginning to flutter in the wind. Those who still held to the old ways, those who would not bend.

---

Back at the Necrotic Dynasty

While Jargo set the stage for the Union's collapse, Vahn had his own plans taking shape in the Necrotic Dynasty. His kingdom was growing, his army becoming a force to be reckoned with, and the whispers of his strength were traveling farther than any of them could have imagined. But Vahn was no fool. He knew the battle for the Union was just the beginning. And while Jargo played his part in the shadows, Vahn was preparing for the inevitable clash with the Union's true strength.

The war room of the Royal Palace buzzed with activity as Vahn met with his generals. The map on the table was a sprawling web of the Barbarian Union's territories, key cities, and important routes. The tension in the air was palpable—everyone knew that the final move would come soon.

Ezekiel, standing at the edge of the room, cleared his throat.

"Your majesty, the Barbarian Union's chiefs are getting weaker. Their alliance is becoming increasingly unstable. I estimate that if we strike soon, we can overrun their remaining territories before they have time to consolidate power."

Vahn's eyes turned over the map. His mind was already thinking through strategies and contingencies, calculating the odds, anticipating every move.

"I agree. But the Union has always relied on their brute strength and raw numbers. They'll fight back with everything they have."

Seraphina, sitting beside Vahn, spoke softly, "I think we are have prepared enough. But we must also consider their people. The soldiers who fight for them aren't all blind followers. Many of them are just warriors, trying to survive. If we offer them something better, we can turn them on our side."

Vahn looked at her, considering her words. "Yes. We need to win the hearts and minds of the Union's warriors. They'll see the strength of the Dynasty, and more importantly, they'll see that the future lies with us, not the old ways."

Selena, standing near the back of the room, spoke up:

"Your majesty, I think we should start moving in now. Jargo already gave us the signal. If we move quickly, the Union will collapse before they can regroup."

Vahn stood from his chair and walked toward the map. His fingers brushed over the territories, tracing the routes they would take, the battles they would fight. His mind was already calculating how many men, how many resources, would be required to strike and hold each position. There could be no mistakes.

Finally, he made up his mind.

"It is decided. We move in three days. Prepare the armies. Make sure every soldier is ready for a battle that will shape the future of this world."

---

Three days later, Jargo's plan reached its climax.

The Slaves were starting to rebel. They envisioned a better future.

The Union's chiefs were now in a panic. The rumors had turned into hard truths, and Jargo had dealt the first blow. The chief of the Southern Tribe, Dorrak, had been killed in an ambush. His tribe's warriors turned to Jargo's side, increasing his ranks and shaking the foundations of the Union.

The remaining chiefs scrambled to consolidate their power, but Jargo's network of spies and defectors had already undermined their positions. The Union was falling apart from the inside.

In the heart of the Union's stronghold, Jargo met with the last of the chiefs who still held sway. The others, those who had already pledged allegiance to him, stood by his side.

This was it—the final push.

"You know what needs to be done," Jargo said. His eyes were calm but filled with the heaviness of years of struggle.

Gorran Stormhand, the chief who had once opposed him, stood before him, his massive frame now showing the first signs of doubt.

"I know," Gorran said. "We strike now, or we lose everything. But are you sure, Jargo? Are you sure King Vahn will accept us?"

Jargo nodded confidently, "He will. He sees the strength in us. He understands that we are not the same Union we once were. We have a future now. A future where we rise under the Necrotic Dynasty. We will be more than just warriors. We will be kings of our own destiny."

And with that, they moved. The chiefs who had not yet bent their knee to Vahn were swiftly dealt with.

Espirit, Vahn favourite summon was dealing with high powers easily.

In the chaos of battle, Vahn's forces arrived at the Union's gates.

His armies broke through the remaining strongholds with military precision.

The barbarian armies, broken and disillusioned, offered no resistance. The Dynasty had already won.

The war was over before it truly began.

"P-please spare our lives! We're ready to be your slaves if you want, your majesty."

The remaining chiefs of the Barbarian Union, now vassals of the Necrotic Dynasty, knelt before Vahn, pledging their loyalty. The once-powerful Union had been brought to its knees, and the age-old kingdoms of the barbarians were now part of a new world order.

Jargo, now fully loyal to Vahn, stood beside him in the throne room. His eyes were bright with the promise of a new better future.

"The Union is no more," Vahn said, his words reverberating through the grand hall. "We are the rulers of this land now. And we will lead it into an era of prosperity."

Jargo looked around the room at the gathered chiefs as his heart swelling with pride.

"To the future," he said, raising a hand in victory.

The room echoed with the sound of fists hitting chests in a sign of respect and loyalty.

The battle was over. The new order was just beginning.

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Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Tasting Lilith In The Balcony -1 (R-18)

With the fall of the Barbarian Union and the resulting expansion of territory, Vahn was presented with paper documents to sign, which meant more work.

However, today, Vahn learned a new Art from the Divine treasury: Doppelgangers Unlimited (Heaven).

Though the name suggested unlimited power, his current capabilities only allowed him to conjure two spirit clones of himself.

Nonetheless, this development made his boring paperwork much easier, freeing his main body from its burdens.

It was currently nighttime, and Vahn decided to stroll out onto the balcony to enjoy the peaceful view.

However, upon arriving, he saw someone else present: Lilith.

From the back, her figure looked incredibly beautiful. Her hourglass figure and the floating hem of her black dress in the night air made her sight really appealing.

Vahn's smile turned predatory. It had been such a long time since their first time, with all those works throwing around.

Arriving sneakily near her, Vahn kissed her neck abruptly, while his hand wrapped around her waist.

Lilith, though, smiled, as if she had already seen through his sneaky act.

"So, my king has finally decided to grace us with his presence?" She asked sarcastically without turning back.

"Yes, my queen. Your king is now free and hungry," he replied, smirking.

His hand slid upward to her big breasts, then started squishing them with his palm.

Lilith, feeling his touch and beastly needs, panicked.

"Mmh, no. Not here, husband. Others can see us," she protested.

In reply, he just turned her over and pressed his lips on juicy lips.

He then pried her teeth open and connected his tongue with hers.

"jjk, schhlk, schlk..."

The kiss was intense and thirsty. Not just for Vahn, but for Lilith as well.

She also exchanged bodily fluids to feel closer.

Vahn listened to her wish and pressed her against the railing, leaving no gap between their bodies as he wrapped his arms around her back.

Mouth to mouth, Boobs against boobs, thighs against thighs.

His little brother was also continuously rubbed against her pelvis as if it too needed to drink something.

After 5 minutes, their lips parted. A thin bridge of saliva linked in between.

Lilith's lips were slightly swollen, breath ragged. Her purple eyes were watery, not because of pain, but because of the sudden emptiness.

"I want to do it here, Lilith. Can I?" Vahn requested sincerely, already feeling his little brother explode.

"Alright..." Lilith agreed, but she also cast an illusion barrier to let others see the balcony was empty. In this barrier, only they can see from inside, kind of like a one-way glass door.

Vahn couldn't complain.

He hurriedly unzipped her dress, then unclasped her bra, then her underwear.

She looked mesmerizing; the swollen big breasts andwet crotch already expressed her desire. But something was missing.

"Lilith, can you transform into your Spider Demoness form?"

Lilith, shy under his intense gaze, saw no problem with the request. It made her feel more appreciated.

In a swift motion, the black horns and her purplish spider legs unfurled elegantly, while the skin color remained the same as in human form.

But the most noticeable changes were her breasts and pussy.

The breasts became bigger, while her pussy swelled like a hungry cave, ready to take her husband's manhood in.

Vahn swooped down to her crotch and inhaled the smell of her divine nectar. It was musky but intoxicating and revitalized his male hormones to the max.

Without a second delay, he spread her pussy lips using his finger, observing the moist pink hole from below.

Lilith clutched his head, her spider legs spasming due to the stimulating action of his.

She watched as Vahn's tongue headed toward her crack.

"Vahn, stop! That's dirty. Mmph..."

Her words cut off as his tongue started licking her sensitive part with mad fervor.

"Nothing is dirty, Wifey. Your nectar is like honey in my mouth, and your moans are an aphrodisiac to my ears."

With that said, he drilled her tongue deeper in her core, while the pussy lips tried to strangle it.

Slurp~Slurp~

Vahn ignored her futile resistance and twirled his tongue back and forth.

"Nngg, mmh, haaaa... It's tickling down there."

Vahn's mouth, covered with her nectar, flashed a lewd smile.

"It only means you're feeling good, my wife. Tell me when you're ready, and I will drink them all."

"No, please, don't. I will die of embarrassment," she said, covering her face with her hand.

Despite her verbal protest, she couldn't deny that she was feeling very good. Her satisfied face told it all.

Slurp~slurp~slurp~

The sucking and licking got more intense as he wanted to make her have a big orgasm.

"Ahhn~stop, stop, something is coming..."

Vahn didn't stop though. He waited eagerly for her divine nectar to wash over his face.

"Ahhh..."

Lilith's eyes rolled as she finally came, right onto his face.

Spurt, spurt, spurt...

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

Vahn drank it all like a thirsty animal, his hands never leaving her elastic thighs.

After a while, when he stood up, he wiped the juices from his face with a smile, all while looking at her embarrassed face.

"You really did it. "You really are a pervert," Lilith said, smacking his head lightly.

"Yes. I am a pervert. But only for my lovely wives."

Vahn looked at his rock-hard cock, then her drenched pussy hole.

"Now, shall we dive into the main dish?"

He held his little brother with his right hand and then readied it to pierce her moist cave. His manhood was desperate to be enveloped in her tight warmth.

However, just then, Lilith obstructed it with her palm.

Vahn wondered what went wrong until she said,

"Wait, husband, I wish to do the same as you did to me."

Vahn blinked. "Do what exactly?"

Lilith replied embarrassedly,

"I want to suck y-your manhood and. Just like the way you did." She replied with some stutter.

Vahn's mouth went agape, while his cock swelled 1 inch more.

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"You have done it for me, so it's only fair I do it for you as well," she added warmly. "I want to do something for you."

Vahn leaned closer and licked her cheek.

"You're turning me on, Lilith. I don't know if I will have the patience to hold it in."

"Then you can release it in my mouth, husband. I will taste your essence the way you tasted mine," Lilith said, looking really nonchalance about it, not knowing it made him more excited.

Vahn finally gave his permission. Drilling inside her cave hole would have to wait. He would now enjoy his wife's fellatio, something he never got to experience.

No sooner had he given his permission than Lilith smiled and went on her knees, looking at the 7-inch veiny monster before her.

She finally gripped it with her right hand. Her soft palm around his cock sent jolts of pleasure throughout his body, making his cock twitch in response.

Lilith saw the reaction and smiled.

"So this is the little guy who always worked tirelessly to make me pregnant. It's really cute..."

"Smooch..."

She planted a quick kiss on the glans with her luscious red lips.

Vahn shivered. "Ohh, Lilith... where did you learn these dirty words?"

"Is it working, husband?" Lilith asked with a teasing smile.

"Yes. It's enough to turn on my primal instincts. Whom did you learn this from?"

To his general knowledge none of his wives knew such deep knowledge on sex. So he was little curious.

Lilith seemed a little hesitant as she replied, "We recently had some secret talks with Valeria, the Saintess of Nature. She is very well known in this regard."

As she said this, Lilith extended her pink tongue and licked the glans as an experiment.

Her hot tongue made him feel incredibly good. However, Valeria's name on Lilith's lips unnerved him.

Holding her horns for support, Vahn replied, "Be careful with her, Lilith. She is our enemy. Don't reveal our location and secrets to her."

"Husband, you think I am that naive? Seraphina and I were just trying to learn a few things from her regarding pleasuring men, as we were never taught before. It's you who always did most of the work to give us the peak of pleasure, so we thought it our duty to please you as well.

Besides, she didn't show that much interest in knowing our location. She seemed very interested in knowing you though. It seems the fight with the Supreme Elders in your Void Dragon form reached far ears. And she seemed very eager to meet you. She was also talking about getting a strong offspring from you."

She sounded very jealous at the end, before she swallowed his whole cock in her lukewarm mouth.

"Schlkk~"

Vahn, feeling the incredible warmth of her mouth, let out a groan.

The previous conversation was already pushed away by the present sensation.

His cock twitched inside her mouth, feeling the incredible texture of her tongue and the slimy walls of her cheeks.

"jjk, schlk, schlk..."

As she started sucking it like a lollipop, the pleasure intensified even more. And when she licked the tip by twirling her tongue, he let out a pleasurable groan and held onto her head tightly.

Slurp~slurp~slurp~

She didn't stop her actions though. Seeing her husband's reaction, she knew she was going in the right direction.

She bobbed her head up and down, trying to take the whole length in her mouth, and maybe expecting something more.

She wasn't experienced, nor was he.

Still, her effort was conveyed through her actions, however clumsy her movements may be.

After a while, Vahn, sensing his release, gripped the back of her head and started moving his cock fiercely inside her mouth.

Pichak, pichak, pichak...

Lilith felt groggy under his intense thrust. However, to please him, she endured and sucked his manhood like a biological vacuum cleaner.

With this step, the sound became nasty. Vahn's eyes locked onto her drooling mouth and her wide-open, teary eyes.

Not wanting to give her further pain, Vahn finally thrust his cock deeper into her throat and initiated his release.

Spurt~spurt~spurt~

Lilith's mouth swelled as the thick essences filled her mouth. Remembering the lessons Valeria taught, she then eagerly began to swallow down his baby seeds, hoping she would get pregnant, though she knew it wasn't possible.

Gulp, gulp, gulp...

This scene of Lilith swallowing his seeds with that enraptured face made Vahn greatly satisfied.

He finally pulled out his little brother from her mouth, which inadvertently spilled some seeds from her mouth.

Vahn got to see this erotic scene: his lovely wife's mouth filled with thick semen.

He didn't know what to feel exactly. On one side he was feeling great satisfaction in the masculine dominance, while on the other hand he felt bad for making her suffer.

She clearly was having difficulty in swallowing so much semen. As a Dragonblood, his reproductive organ naturally gave him more stamina and more potent semen.

His cock became erect again. But he was worried about his wife, who just finished swallowing it all.

"Are you okay, Lilith? Was the taste bitter?"

Lilith touched her soft belly and flashed a cool smile. "No husband. It tasted a little salty, but it was potent with your spiritual energy. I can already feel my cultivation rising. I think we should try again."

Her reply was completely different from his expectations.

"Ah, look at you. You're still hard, husband. It looks like you won't be satisfied until you come inside me."

While saying that, she leaned on the railing, spread her long legs, and then spread her pussy lips with her fingers.

Vahn watched this and became a beast.

He immediately smacked their lips together, then drove his full length inside her damp cave hole in one swift thrust.

"Mmph~" Lilith moaned due to the sudden insertion, but his lips on her mouth stopped the pleasurable scream.

Vahn's cock was enveloped in her tightness and damp cave.

However pleasurable fellatio was, it can never replace the real deal. Drilling into his wife's cave is the best.

He pulled back his cock from the clamping fleshy walls before thrusting again.

Paah!

With just the second thrust, liquid began pouring out from their connected part, indicating how wet and desperate her cave was.

"Agh, you're so warm and squishy, Lilith. I don't want you to let you go. Never."

"Ahnn~" Lilith moaned.

"I will always be yours, Vahn. But I need your baby seeds, darling. Come inside me. Make me a mommy just like Seraphina..."

"As you wish... I am going to release until you pass out."

Vahn let out an animalistic groan before starting to thrust inside her like a beast, with just only one goal in his mind: make Lilith a mommy.

Paah! Paah! Paah!

Squelch, Squelch, Squelch!

Afterward there were only sounds of pelvis smacking pelvis and nasty pistoning sounds.

Within just a few minutes, water pooled behind their connected parts.

If anyone had seen their proud king and queen fucking in such an obscene way, they would have fainted from shock.

Vahn didn't care about his image when he was with his wives. Right now his only goal was to feel the pleasure of their union and make Lilith climax alongside his release.

After a while, they switch positions. Vahn rubbed his throbbing member against her butthole before putting it inside her swollen cave.

They moaned like animals.

Jjk, scuelch, squelch!

"It's getting big...so big." Lilith said lewdly while getting drilled from behind.

The standing missionary position was already good, but this was another level. With her one leg lifted on the railing, his cock now touched the womb, making her tongue stick out.

Her pussy walls clamped down on his member as if trying to milk his seeds.

Vahn whispered beside her ears. "Cum with me, Lilith. I am going to have a big ejaculation soon."

Lilith nodded soullessly, holding onto the wall for support. "Yes, yes. Give me all your seeds. Make me pregnant."

The word "pregnant" was constantly ringing around her mouth.

After five more minutes, feeling it was time, Vahn thrust his swelling cock deeper into her hole, right at the entrance of her uterus, before he released it all.

"Lilith, drink it all."

His hands held onto her boobs, and his pelvis smacked against her firm ass before his cock throbbed violently, before it initiated the thick hot semen.

Psst, psst, psst...

Lilith made an ahegao face while Vahn held her body close, letting the seeds pour inside her womb without any pause.

Psst, psst, psst...

It was so intense that the sound was clearly heard from outside.

Her pussy also twitched as it also released her love juice, mixing with his.

They both stayed in this position until Lilith's legs gave way.

"It's so much..."

She fell onto her knees while the thick milk still spilled from her pussy. It was so much that her womb and stomach felt full.

Nonetheless, she was greatly satisfied. And this was just one round.

The next few rounds continued on the bed, all night long, until Lilith was forced to faint from exhaustion.

However, Lilith's satisfied face told how much she liked it.

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