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Chapter 3170: Scarred Truevil In Heat

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Realm Of True Evil, Shell Island, Unknown Natural Array Formation

“Screech!”

A sharp screech from the Scarred Truevil immediately awakened me from my thoughts, finding it running around, slamming its fist on the space and causing it to quake. She seemed agitated. I immediately guessed if it was because I had taken on the Primordial Truevil Form.

Were her instincts warning her?

No, it didn’t seem like that. I didn’t see fear in her eyes but reverence. She seemed to be smitten. Did she fall for my Primordial Truevil Form? But she just laid her eggs? Her mating period was over.

In the dark realm, many race’s females always found the strongest partner so that the strongest genes of the two would be passed on to their offspring. It wasn’t something they thought or contemplated but something instinctive, especially if there were too many options.

In the wild, if a mother were pregnant or had laid the eggs and found a better, stronger partner, she would not hesitate to destroy the eggs so that she could start anew with the new partner. This was very prevalent even among many primitive civilizations across myriad realms. It sounded cruel, but to them, it was basically culling the weak before nature did it for them.

“Screech!” The Scarred Truevil kept screeching as she circled me while taking weird poses, showing me her belly, armpits, ass, and proudly showing off the deep scar on the soft shell over her chest.

What the actual fuck? Was it the Truevil mating ritual?

That was what l could think of at my feet.

Was she trying to court me? But, didn’t her eggs just hatch, giving birth to a healthy group of hatchlings? She shouldn’t be able to get in heat no matter what. It was simply biologically impossible.

Unless it was her primordial bloodline. It was trying to survive, trying to once again appear in this realm, in the Myriad Realms, by having her mate with me.

“Screech!” The Scarred Truevil suddenly shouted at me in a mad rage.

Wait, what’s happening now?

Not getting an answer from me, she seemed to have become enraged. But a few seconds hadn’t even passed since she began to try and court me. Wasn’t she being too impatient? Give me a minute to think of a way to properly reject you.

I was amused by the development. Meanwhile, the enraged Scarred Truevil once again madly dashed at me. This time, she didn’t try to hit me with her devastating strength or skills, but instead caught me in a grapple as if wanting to wrestle with me.

Thanks to the ten percent unlocked primordial form, I was able to counter her strength far more easily than before, giving Hive Spirit the freedom to analyze the array formation while I dealt with her.

However, a sudden burst of strength seemed to fill her arms, immediately overpowering me. I paused Hive Spirit from analyzing the array to check on what was going on with her and where the sudden unnatural strength came from. It was her primordial bloodline, or what remained of the once primordial bloodline. It seemed to be going all out in the hopes of becoming whole again.

It made me wonder, since she couldn’t convince me with her dance, was she planning to convince me with her strength?

Nope, I was dead wrong. She wasn’t trying to convince me with her strength but rape me by overpowering me. I realized this when she painstakingly spread my legs while letting out heated breaths on my body.

That very second, without hesitation, I dipped into the resources I had prepared to face Matteo and threw a bunch of Ruler-class curses at her. As her grip loosened, I got behind her and summoned a thousand floating upper arms of my Primordial Truevil Form and held her in place while Hive Spirit and I together began to deduce the natural array formation and understand why she was able to resist the Calamity Daughter Gem.

However, even before we could begin, the Ruler-class curses I placed on the Scarred Truevil suddenly vanished. She broke past the thousand pairs of upper arms restraining her and rushed at me once again. She no longer had her original smugness. Instead, it was replaced by a feral instinct resembling a bitch in heat, that ran a chill down my spine. Because my gut told me that if I didn’t kill her today, I would be raped by the Scarred Truevil.

Giving up on trying to figure out how she was able to use the array to resist my Calamity Daughter Gem, I prioritized my own chastity. I used my soul pupils, along with the martial arts my clones had comprehended, to punch through the Scarred Truevil’s shell and grab her core, crushing it before her paws could even touch me.

However, as I removed my hand from her chest, her corpse, which should have been free-falling, suddenly sprang alive and continued to attack with the same feral madness and lust.

What the actual fuck?

I just killed her, destroying her unholy core with my own hand. I was a hundred percent sure of it. Yet, she not only came back to life, but her shell was intact, and so was her core.

Taking advantage of my shock, she once again got me into a profane lock, our bodies mushed together.

I exploded that body while my consciousness in one of the charred remains from the explosion grew into a new Primordial Truevil Form body.

The Scarred Truevil was thrown into the lava below, but still unharmed. The explosion was too shallow to harm her, as it only used my body and not my core itself.

Just then, Hive Spirit reported that it had noticed something odd about the Ouroboros ring acting as the border of the natural array. According to it, the circumference had definitely increased by a tiny margin, and there was an increase in the volume of the chorus being sung by the undead Truevils standing on it.

It concluded from these changes that the undead Truevils standing on the Ouroboros had increased in number.

What actual heck was going on?