Chapter 111

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Chapter 111: Red Dragon Grand Monarch’s Cute Tricks

The fury of an Abyssal Sovereign is a force far beyond Chyzh Winchester’s current capacity to endure.

Even if Lolth had not weakened her earlier, the raw, unbridled power of Shelldor, a fully unleashed Legendary Red Dragon, would have been enough to overwhelm her. At her current strength—merely an Epic High Level—Chyzh Winchester was completely outmatched.

Her vaunted “Ultimate Power” was futile, barely forming a thin black shell on Shelldor’s massive dragon scales. In contrast, each breath and claw strike from Shelldor nearly obliterated the layers of protection around Chyzh Winchester, leaving her utterly vulnerable.

Lolth, sprawled on the ground, watched the scene unfold. Squinting her eyes, she felt as though she were watching an old monster movie, detached but intrigued.

Before long, the once formidable aura of Chyzh Winchester began to fade. The signs were obvious: this countess, who had schemed for years, was reaching her limit.

The one-sided battle did not last much longer.

High above, the black, smoke-like figure of Chyzh Winchester suddenly shrank before exploding outward. A burst of Ultimate Power erupted, darkening the skies above Palgauro City. Thick black mist shrouded the Lauren Institute and its surrounding streets, plunging the area into darkness so dense one couldn’t even see their own hand.

Yet, despite its appearance, this explosion lacked any real destructive force. The spread of Ultimate Power had been stripped of its lethality, leaving only confusion and obscurity in its wake.

“Red Dragon! Succubus! You two… I will remember this!”

Chyzh Winchester’s hoarse, venomous voice echoed through the black mist before fading away.

Though Lolth couldn’t see through the haze, she sensed the magical fluctuations and quickly pieced together what was happening.

“Ah… so you’ve chosen to run instead of fighting to the death,” she murmured to herself.

The explosion served one purpose: confusion. By sacrificing its offensive potential, Chyzh Winchester had created a dense mist that disrupted sensory abilities, masking her escape as she fled the city.

Lolth let out a soft sigh, her tone tinged with nostalgia and irony.

“She’s been weakened too much. Even her will to resist has crumbled.”

For a moment, she considered pursuing the fleeing countess.

She knows too much… Leaving her alive is a risk.

But tracking her would be no simple task. Chyzh Winchester’s escape skills were formidable, and the thick mist made it even harder to pinpoint her location.

As Lolth debated her next move, the oppressive black mist began to dissipate, and a strong presence approached her.

It was Shelldor.

“Lolthlinda! Lolthlinda!”

Shelldor’s urgent voice called out as the dragon-turned-human rushed toward her. The towering redhead, who still bore traces of dragon scales on her face, knelt beside Lolth with visible concern.

Seeing this, Lolth quickly shut her eyes and lay still.

Chyzh Winchester won’t get far on Vera Plain. She’s already lost her chance…

Shelldor’s voice grew closer, frantic and filled with guilt.

“Lolthlinda, are you okay? You can’t be hurt! This is all my fault! I should’ve gone with you. Damn it!”

Ignoring the obvious signs of her stable condition, Shelldor lifted Lolth onto her lap, gently rocking her back and forth like a fragile doll.

Lolth, unable to bear the overreaction, decided to “wake up.”

“I… I’m fine,” Lolth said weakly, opening her eyes. “Isabella and Ann protected me well. I just… couldn’t handle the mental shock and fainted.”

Hearing her words, Shelldor let out a deep sigh of relief, her expression softening into a smile.

“That’s good… That’s really good. If anything happened to you, Your Highness, I wouldn’t know what to do!”

Without warning, Shelldor pulled Lolth into a tight embrace, her strong arms nearly crushing the smaller succubus.

“Cough! Cough! Be gentle! Be gentle!” Lolth gasped, patting Shelldor’s back.

Realizing her mistake, Shelldor immediately loosened her grip.

“Ah! I’m sorry, Lord Lolth,” she said sheepishly.

Lolth stood up, patting her chest to regain her composure.

“Not killed by a cultist, but almost suffocated by you,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Lolth’s tone turned serious as she addressed Shelldor.

“In any case, there’s a dead cultist and a secret altar underground. That cultist from earlier—Chyzh Winchester—was the hidden leader of the group. There’s a secret passage in her house that leads directly to the altar. You should send someone to handle the cleanup.”

Shelldor nodded solemnly.

“I understand. But if I had known this would put you in danger, I would’ve dealt with them myself. I won’t let her escape—Chyzh Winchester will be hunted down!”

Lolth waved a dismissive hand.

“She’s gravely injured, her followers are gone, and her resources are depleted. What trouble could she possibly cause? Focus on cleanup—both the cultists and the damage you caused.”

The two glanced around at the wreckage surrounding them. The Lauren Institute lay in ruins, with collapsed buildings and destroyed streets stretching in every direction.

Though Shelldor’s Second Legion had avoided civilian casualties, the devastation to the city itself was undeniable.

Shelldor scratched her head awkwardly, offering an embarrassed smile.

“Hehe…”

“What do you mean, ‘hehe’?” Lolth snapped, crossing her arms.