Cheat Awakening-Chapter 761. Plan E Initiated

After the wonderful performance by Waffle and Ted, it was Aisha and Sylphy's turn to shine. Sadly, they were doomed to be in a difficult situation, as they were going to persuade Pillow the dark elf to switch to their side, and obviously, they couldn't simply beat their future ally to death.

[ Name: Paeallionara Aepallindril (Pillows)

LV: 80+16

Race: Elf ( Fallen into Darkness ) ( Dark Elf )

Gender: Female

Age: 583 y/o

Occupation: Slave ( Xanadu )

Divine Protection of The World Tree: Nature Blessings

Title: None

Status: Tired, Sad, Bored

[Skill]

Unique Magic: Wood

One-Handed Sword (Large)

Yggdrasil's Bind ]

"Are you girls absolutely sure you don't want me to cut off her skills? It could be very painful if she overpowers both of you and beats the hell out of you. Although she looks as young as you, don't be fooled. She's more than five hundred years old, and the experience gathered from all those years alone is enough to leave you two in despair," Myne asked worriedly.

However, his wives didn't take him seriously and casually waved their hands at him, telling him not to worry about them.

"Let's show him that we haven't just been lying around all this time and see how much we've improved," Aisha said calmly to Sylphy, who nodded and took out her long sword.

She and Aisha would practice in the backyard whenever they got a chance. Today, they finally had the opportunity to show Myne their power. How could they let him make their enemy lose all her skills? What was the difference between this and fighting an ordinary person without any skill? Wasn't it simply bullying the weak? Where was the dignity in that kind of thing?

"Although you knocked down Test Subject No. 1, which I think was a fluke, I don't feel as bad now, as Pillows here is one of the most powerful servants in terms of race. For that Hume woman, I don't think you'll stand a ghost of a chance," Xanadu said, showing a rare proud expression while patting on Pillow's back, encouraging her to beat the hell out of Aisha and Sylphy.

And Pillow, as a good servant, nodded seriously, walked forward, and without any useless nonsense, directly clapped her hands. With a whoosh, brown tree vines grew out from the ground and spread everywhere within a fifty-meter radius. They were followed by small white flower buds that appeared on the vines.

"This isn't looking good. Should we start pursuing her now or wait a bit?" Sylphy leaned against Aisha and whispered, having a bad feeling about those white flower buds.

"Let's show off our skills a bit before taking action; otherwise, that demon would have doubts. Now stop talking and use your fire magic to burn down those tree vines before they attack us," Aisha said.

Saying that, Aisha shot two arrows at Pillow, both aiming at her vital parts of the body. If she got hit, she would definitely lose her ability to fight or maybe even lose her life.

Sylphy also shot a dozen or so fireballs, about the size of an adult's fist, at the tree vines around them, and they burned. But to their surprise, although those vines were flammable, there was some kind of magic in them which quickly absorbed the flame, not letting it spread too far, and soon the burned vines recovered as new ones.

As for Pillow, seeing two arrows aiming at her heart and head rushing toward her, she didn't even blink. A wall made of tree vines grew in front of her, blocking both arrows before returning into the ground, clearing her view. Everything happened so neatly that people wondered if she did this kind of thing regularly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a small banging sound, the flower buds on those tree vines opened one by one and released a pinkish gas from them, which soon covered the entire passage.

Unsurprisingly, the pink gas had no effect on Pillow and Xanadu, but it was a completely different matter for Myne's gang. They all felt an itching on their body. Myne, who had a Nightwalker's bloodline and was many times more powerful than most humans with extraordinary Endurance, also couldn't help but scratch. So you can imagine Aisha and Sylphy's condition: they are just normal humans, and right now, it's their strong willpower that keeps them on their feet. Otherwise, if it were someone else, he or she might have already been lying on the ground and scratching all over their body like a dog.

"We have to get rid of this gas quickly," Aisha said, gritting her teeth.

She quickly used her earth magic to create sharp spikes all around her, smashing a lot of flower buds, stopping them from releasing pink gas. Meanwhile, Sylphy madly shot fireballs around her without caring if those vines could regrow or not; she just wanted to get rid of this pink gas.

But while they were busy dealing with the pink gas, Pillow waved her hand, and an extremely gorgeous dark blade appeared in her slender hand, followed by a green glow. Tree vines grew around her and, like a snake, quickly covered her figure, and soon a beautiful full-body armour appeared, covering her and leaving nothing but her two beautiful dark eyes visible.

The armour, although looking fragile and easy to destroy, was not. It was very strong with a super-recovering ability and had dozens of small vines behind it that were like living tentacles, which could grow big as soon as Pillow thought and give the enemy a surprise attack. Those tentacle vines were very good at attack and support, making Pillow a close-combat genius.

... 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

This is odd. Something is wrong with these humans.

Speaking of the behaviour patterns of those who have seen our Demon races up until now, we have classified humans into roughly two types.

One type consists of barbarians who attack without reason, unable to gauge the difference in competence between them and us. The other would fear us and flee instantly upon seeing us.

However, the ones in front of me now are doing neither of those things. They show no fear at all, as if they didn't care about my existence, treating me as if I were just small fry they can kill at any time.

Even after knowing that I'm a Demon, they never lose their composure and are still treating me as a nobody.

It is an action that I would never have thought possible. I would assume the Hume race is arrogant, letting it get into their heads. There is something wrong with these people.

What on earth is going on? Do they simply not understand the meaning of facing a Demon? Or perhaps... are they absolutely confident in their ability to fight and kill me?

Either way, there is no doubt that this is completely different from most Humans I have seen.

What a sight. They have certainly faced a Disaster Grade monster, a Chimera. No matter if it's just two of them, how could such small creatures win against my creation? Hell Lord knows how much time I have spent modifying it. If it still loses to those two little ones, then I might as well hang myself.

The boy named Myne never doubted the victory of those two from the beginning. The look he gave me was the same as the Demon King, whom I had seen once; neither of them took everyone around them seriously and treated everyone as if they were watching ants. I hate that look.

Wait, a minute? A purple wolf? Now that I think about it, I believe I've heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember. It was a long time ago...

Hmm... No, it's useless. I can't recall. It seems I could remember if I pushed myself a little more. Well, there's no need to fret about it.

Well, Test Subject No. 1 is lost. Now I'm seriously doubting my life. How can those little guys have such a powerful body and recovery ability? Their injuries recover faster than an Ogre, and what is wrong with their skills? One can control gravity and the other consciousness! This doesn't make any sense. Just what the hell are their races? They are definitely not a wolf and a dog. This group of people are so weird.

Next is Pillows's turn. This woman was a good acquisition. Although she is extremely bad when it comes to sex despite being 500 years old, as a servant, she is good.

Her hatred of the Humans is real. If you possess this kind of hatred, you are usually supposed to be swallowed by it—you might end up losing yourself without any spiritual support and become a psychopath. But this has nothing to do with me... To me, she is just a tool, an extremely useful tool.

Although this woman has a deep hatred, she is a rare individual who can make situational judgments calmly.

High ability, good judgment, and what's more, a deep hatred... With these elements combined, there is no reason to lose to some Human women. Now, show your master what you're capable of! The depth of your anger! Your hatred!!!

But still believing a woman can finish your job perfectly is like smoking on a bomb site—not a wise decision. I'd better prepare Plan E. In any case, things don't seem to be going well recently...