Douluo: Transforming Xiao Wu into a Zerg Queen Was Just the Beginning-Chapter 64 - 65: Angel or Succubus—A Thought Between Divinity and Demons?

Chapter 64 - 65: Angel or Succubus—A Thought Between Divinity and Demons?

Under Lin Fan's expectant gaze, the cracks on the large, pristine cocoon that held Qian Renxue continued to deepen.

A radiant burst of holy golden light suddenly poured out.

From within, Qian Renxue extended a pair of snow-white arms and pressed firmly against the sides of the cocoon—tearing it apart with incredible force.

RIIIP—!

The cocoon shattered completely, breaking into countless snowflake-like fragments that danced through the air.

Amid the flurry of ethereal flakes, a sacred yet mesmerizing figure slowly stepped out, bare feet gliding gracefully as she approached Lin Fan.

Golden motes of light shimmered behind her, forming a halo of divine brilliance that radiated untouchable sanctity.

In Lin Fan's awestruck gaze, Qian Renxue appeared clad in a stunning suit of tight-fitting armor, alternating between gold and black hues.

The ornate armor was molded perfectly to her form—accentuated breastplate, slender waist guards, a golden battle skirt, rounded pauldrons, and intricately designed armor plating covering her body from neck to toe.

Feathered, yet twisted Zerg-like patterns crawled across the surface of the armor. From her back sprouted a set of wings that exuded overwhelming power and contrast.

On one side: three radiant golden wings, glowing with divine transparency. Every slight movement sent ripples of golden energy radiating from her figure, bathing her body in waves of blazing golden flame.

On the other side: enormous black bone wings, emanating a menacing aura. Dark, arcane patterns extended from the armor to these wings, pulsing with bloodlust and malevolence.

An aura of slaughter and darkness bled from the black wings, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. A chilling, oppressive force reminiscent of a demonic entity from the underworld permeated the air.

Her grand, otherworldly armor concealed her most vital areas with ceremonial elegance.

Exposed were stretches of flawless, snow-white skin—her golden-embroidered skirt swaying over long, shapely legs that appeared impossibly smooth and firm. Each step caused the skirt to flutter gently, revealing tantalizing glimpses that made it hard to look away.

The youthful innocence once seen on Qian Renxue's face had vanished. What replaced it was a strange duality—resolute yet enchanting, pure yet dangerous.

A single glance revealed a divine and seductive aura coexisting in impossible harmony.

Her heterochromatic eyes only deepened the sense of mystery: one eye radiated pure golden holiness, while the other shimmered with a chilling crimson glow.

As she reached Lin Fan, Qian Renxue wrapped her slender arms around his neck.

Her body leaned against him, pressing close. Her flowing golden hair cascaded like a waterfall over Lin Fan's bare chest and shoulders.

A warm, sweet fragrance—both youthful and divine—washed over Lin Fan's senses.

So even divinity... can have a scent?

Lin Fan's mind briefly drifted. His eyes lost focus.

Involuntarily, he embraced Qian Renxue's graceful body. A wave of intoxicating euphoria surged through him.

Qian Renxue curled her lips into a faint smile—so radiant it made the entire Zerg hive dim in comparison.

Even the living carpet of Creep below seemed to shudder with increased frequency, as if it were rejoicing... or perhaps welcoming a new Queen of Blades.

With a gesture, the armor clinging to Qian Renxue dissolved into a radiant stream of light and retracted into her body.

Her divine, snow-white form was now fully exposed before Lin Fan—radiating such purity it was almost unbearable to gaze upon.

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With a delicate step, Qian Renxue leaned her head forward, placing a soft, warm kiss on Lin Fan's lips. A feather-light brush, as gentle as a dragonfly touching the surface of water.

Lin Fan stared at her—this sacred and seductive being. He reached out, wrapping his arms tightly around her slender waist, pulling her fully into his embrace.

Qian Renxue responded tenderly, wrapping her own arms around his broad torso and pressing her body flush against his.

Her softness and warmth seeped into Lin Fan's chest—along with a sudden, inexplicable chill that crawled beneath his skin.

Looking down, Lin Fan noticed her long legs coiling tightly around him. Behind her, the wings of light and shadow slowly folded inward—enveloping the two of them completely.

Qian Renxue's gaze was filled with longing as she melted into Lin Fan's warmth and the scent of his presence.

A rush of heat surged within Lin Fan. His breathing quickened, his grip around her tightening.

"Ugh—ah~"

But just as passion peaked—

Qian Renxue's eyes, once filled with desire, suddenly dulled. Her body began to stiffen, her expression turning blank.

She started to struggle.

Elsewhere—

"Old Chrysanthemum! Hey, are you okay?!"

"Elder Chrysanthemum?!"

Two urgent voices echoed in Chrysanthemum Douluo's ears, followed by chaos—beastly roars, clashing soul power, and blasts of energy.

"Old... Chrysanthemum? What do they mean...?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo muttered hazily. He groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a man in a black robe, his face obscured by shadow, staring at him with concern.

Seeing him regain consciousness, the man visibly relaxed and exhaled deeply—but then glared at him with barely restrained anger.

"You trying to play hero, Old Chrysanthemum?! You're not young anymore—we don't need you sacrificing yourself!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo stared blankly at the figure yelling at him, opening his mouth to respond.

But then—

A wave of excruciating pain surged through his body like a flood. His expression twisted, cold sweat pouring down his face as he cried out in agony.

"AAAGHHH!! IT HURTS!!!"

The words were barely squeezed through gritted teeth, as another sharp jolt stabbed through his mind like a dagger, wracking his nerves.

The dual pain—physical and mental—left Chrysanthemum Douluo deathly pale, soaked in sweat, convulsing uncontrollably on the ground.

Ghost Douluo's brows furrowed tightly. Anxious, he poured his soul power into Chrysanthemum Douluo, checking his condition.

BOOM—!

Nearby, Serpent Spear Douluo swung his weapon wide, hurling a charging swarm of Zerg into the air with a mighty sweep.

Panting heavily, he looked battered—his golden aura dim, his light armor damaged in places.

His face full of urgency, he glanced at the convulsing Chrysanthemum Douluo on the ground.

"Elder Ghost, what's wrong with him?!"

"I don't know yet. Maybe something strange was hidden in that last attack—it might've infiltrated his body."

"I'm examining him now. You'll have to hold them off a bit longer!"

Ghost Douluo focused, continuing his examination.

Hearing this, Serpent Spear Douluo nodded, gritting his teeth and turning toward the approaching swarm.

His face hardened.

"Come on, you bastards!!!"

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