Chapter 126: The Vicious Attempt On Her Life

Under the envious gazes of the female beasts, and approving nods of the males, the Werewolf Clan, with their King in the lead and his mate on his back, set off for the Underworld Palace.

Boom!

Boom!

The magnificent procession was awe-inspiring. Solemn and organized, it raised wistful sighs and intense longing in the hearts of many. The two individuals that were the focus of every beast's attention, however, were in a realm of their own.

Versailles gently ran her soft hand through the lustrous black fur beneath her palm, absorbing the soothing warmth into her essence as she leaned forward and laid her head on the black wolf's back. Her cool breath fell on his neck in tantalizing intervals, causing him to shiver in thrill from the distinct temperature difference.

"Heh...!"

Sensing his reaction, she laughed in dark pleasure, eliciting a suppressed groan and warning growl from him.

"Light, don't play around. If I lose control of myself before my pack, I won't have any respect left." The black wolf whispered imploringly.

"It's your pack. Whether they respect you or not, is your business. What does it have to do with me if your willpower is weak?"

As if to show her defiance, she leaned even closer on his back and trailed her hand through his sensitive neck. Her controlled even breaths puffed through her delicate lips and harmonized with the tormenting dance of her slender fingers.

"Light, I'm serious." Ramose's voice was hoarse, tinged with suppressed pleasure and intoxicating moan.

"Hmm..."

The female's naughty fingers didn't pause. They trailed over the delicate skin of his neck and wandered behind his ear, the agonizingly slow caress and her cool breath rising his body heat. After spending the entire day roaming the Eternal Flaming Region, they held and fell asleep in each other's embrace.

By the next warm morning, it was time for their departure.

Therefore, Ramose was close to snapping from her bold and fearless provocations.

While the two mates enjoyed their private and tortuous intimacy, a thin red-white shadow, traveling at the speed of a sprinting wolf, zipped through the air. It went past the dozen spectators and swerved around the wolfs, shooting towards the unguarded Versailles.

"Gasp! What is that?" The first to spot the abnormal flying shadow was a Black Owl, its magically sharp sight catching the zooming creature.

"What? I don't see anything."

"Forget about him. His enhanced eyesight is too much for him to handle."

"Truly? What a waste of good ability."

Failing to spot what he saw, the other beasts naturally ignored his cry and focused on the Werewolf procession.

"Just wait! Once we enter the Underworld Palace, I will teach you a good lesson." Unable to stop his mate's actions, Ramose admitted defeat and threatened in a low growl.

In a small corner of his heart, however, he was basking in her attention, bliss filling his entire essence at her initiative and intimate contact. As a hot-blooded beast, making pleasure to his mate was a constant desire that plagued his mind whenever he was in her presence. The desire to hold her, inhale her fruity scent, and lose himself in her tender arms was so strong that his body trembled from the excitement.

However, he didn't want to startle her with his gut-wrenching need for her and chained himself with the mask of patience and endurance. After all, she was his mate. He couldn't imagine doing anything else other than pampering and showering her with love.

And that was when he wasn't even taking into account the incident from 18 years ago. If he did, he would be reduced to a groveling fool.

But now, she took the initiative to touch and tease him, unleashing the chained beast inside his heart, rekindling the snuffed flames.

"Oh yeah? What can you do to me? Don't think that I'll cower from a little threat!" Not wanting to show how much his little threat had scared her, Versailles snorted fearlessly and proudly raised her head.

Right at this moment, the red-white shadow flashed and dashed into her neck, entering her body. Instantly, every vein and blood vessel inside Versailles's body flared, the labyrinth of intersecting and intertwining lines inflaming at the speed of light. 

Visible with the naked eye, garish and grotesque red lines appeared and spread out all over her body. These lines were the veins and blood vessels inside her body that had inflamed as a result of the red-white shadow, covering her in crimson marks from face to toe.

"Ahhhhh!"

She threw back her head and shrieked. The excruciating pain caught her off guard, tearing and wrenching her insides apart, as the unbearable agony overwhelmed her senses. Her surroundings faded and Versailles found herself within a wall of endless pain and utter despair, howling with madness.

Ramose sensed something wrong the moment his mate's body froze. Before he could ask what happened, he heard her heart-rending shrill. His blood went cold and his heart trembled in fear. Without hesitation, he shifted forms.

"Versailles!"

He caught her writhing figure just before she fell to the ground. The moment he gathered her in his arms and looked at her painfully curled form, he stumbled.

His beautiful mate was covered in bloody marks that glared like vicious lich from her fair skin. The spectral lines, like the fangs of a vampire, drained her lifeforce as they grew at an alarming rate.

"Oh heavens, the Serpentine Queen is covered in bloody marks!"

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"What!? The Serpentine Queen is covered in marks?"

"What's going on? How can the Serpentine Queen be covered in marks out of nowhere?"

"Do you even need to ask? Obviously, someone plotted to kill. But this is truly a vicious move! From the looks of it, the marks seem to be caused by the Thunder-Kill Spectra!"

"Gasp! Thunder-Kill Spectra!?"

The closest beasts immediately saw the Serpentine Queen's state and cried out in alarm. Their astonished gasps elicited the rest of the races' curiosity, who anxiously inquired about the situation. Pushing and shoving, they all peered at the shrieking Serpentine Queen held in the Werewolf King's arms.

A dark smile surfaced on the Demon Queen's lips as she watched the scene with glee. The mighty Serpentine Queen was screaming in pain. Her soulful shrieks were like music to her ears, making her close her eyes in bliss as she drowned in the notes.

'Serpentine Queen! Heh...what a short-lived title. Don't worry. I will take care of the Werewolf King for you. Now, go and die!'

Snapping her eyes open, a malicious gleam flashed in their depths as she glared resentfully at the Serpentine Queen.

"Wolf King! Wolf King! WOLF KING!" Olsen screamed at the dazed Werewolf King, his thunderous roar snapping Ramose from his stupor.

"Wolf King, I can understand how you must feel right now. However, we don't have much time to waste on self-blame. The Serpentine Queen was struck with a Thunder-Kill Spectra. We only have until the dawn of warm morning to resolve the crisis. Otherwise, you will lose her forever. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, yes! We...we need to save Versailles! We need to save her! We need to save her no matter what!" Frantic and flustered, Ramose dazedly paced around while he chanted the words like a spell, his mind shutting down and his sanity close to snapping, as he carried his mate.

"We will. But first, we need to get her out of here! We need to get her out of here! Do you understand me? We need to take her to the Underworld Palace for treatment. Now!" His King's state of mind worried Olsen. But he was more concerned about the shrieking Serpentine Queen.

He Knew.

If anything happened to her, his King would be shattered, forever lost.

That was why they had to save the Serpentine Queen no matter the cost.

"Wolf Pack, gather around! We are sprinting for the Underworld Palace!"

"Yes!"

The anxious wolves immediately fell into place, the panic and fear disappearing from their features as they focused on rushing the Serpentine Queen for treatment.

"Wolf King, hand the Serpentine Queen over to me. I will carry her back." Olsen wasn't sure their King comprehended their action, his glazed eyes and silent mutterings forcing him to step forward.

It was of utmost importance to reach the Serpentine Queen to the Underworld Palace. If his Wolf King wasn't in the right mind frame to safely carry the Serpentine back, then he was willing to invoke his wrath to take over the job.

Ramose, in his barely conscious state, sensed the great urgency radiating from the wolves around him and instinctively reacted. He threw his mate on his back, wrapped an arm securely around her waist, and shifted.

Without speaking a word, he sprinted into the distance.

Olsen was stunned for a brief moment, before returning to his senses.

'So, he's still aware of what's important.' He thought in satisfaction. In the end, even in his muddled state, his King was still a King.

"Go, follow the Werewolf King back to the Underworld Palace!"

"To the Underworld Palace!"

Waving his hand, he shifted and dashed behind his King, the wolf pack following tightly beside him.

In a wake of dust and debris, the wolf pack disappeared into the distant horizon of the dull Nar sky.

"Sigh, other's envy could be so poisonous sometimes. Look at the Serpentine Queen. Through the vicious mechanisms of some beast, she was instantly reduced to a wailing mess." The Devil King remarked in mock pity, his gleaming eyes displaying his pleasure at the sudden misfortune.

"There is nothing to be done about that. Where there is fame, there will be hate and jealousy. That's why it's necessary to remain low at times. Some troubles can easily be avoided." The Snake Queen replied indifferently, her calm attitude in the face of her best friend's precarious situation puzzling the surrounding serpentines.

"Let's go! There is nothing more to see here. The Serpentine Queen had been struck with a Thunder-Kill Spectra. Even if the werewolves manage to get her to the Underworld Palace, it wouldn't be easy for them to extract the spectra without harming her life."

"That is truly tragic."

The races of the Nar realm slowly withdrew from the Eternal Flaming Region. Some felt sympathy for the Werewolf King that was about to lose his mate and pity for the suffering serpentine. While others gloated at other's misfortunate. 

All in all, the beasts of the Nar realm were occupied with the impending separation of the Werewolf King and Serpentine Queen.

At this moment, in the Flaming Valley of Flames, at the Flaming Cave, a pack of anxious wolves appeared.

This was the Werewolf King and his pack, rushing to the Flaming Cave to enter the Underworld Palace.

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