I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1450 - 817: Indie Film and Confrontation

Bren was worried because he knew about this matter.

But now, if she could control the Bitter Reciter Bren, would there be other uses for the Spider Queen Rose?

For Spine at this mont, any possibility could be a lifeline for her.

In order to achieve her goal, she didn’t continue to borrow the power of the Spider Queen Rose to erode Bren, but instead gritted her teeth and decided to personally take action to control Bren.

So when Lis entered the core of the Spider Heart Temple, he witnessed a sensual scene.

At this mont, Spine presented herself in a breath-taking manner before Lis.

The scant clothes originally on her body vanished quietly like morning mist in an ambiance filled with an ambiguous aura, leaving only her flawless and extrely enticing physique.

Spine’s skin glowed with an indescribable luster under the dim and flickering candlelight, resembling the deepest obsidian in the night and also the rich wine tempered by ti, enticing one to explore further.

Her body was like a beautiful snake that had practiced for a thousand years, every inch of her skin contained endless allure and power, so soft that it enthralled one’s heart.

She gracefully twisted her slender yet powerful waist, slowly but irresistibly entwining around Bren’s slightly stiff body.

Her movents were as elegant as a dancer’s, yet filled with teasing intent, as if she was conducting a ticulously choreographed dance, every subtle sway, every glance perfectly stirred Bren’s heartstrings.

Surrounding Spine’s body was not only the breath-taking beauty and graceful figure, but also an indescribable air of lust quietly pervading.

This breath, like a tangible hand of charm, gently seduced every nerve of Bren, attempting to drag his originally firm will into the bottomless abyss of lust.

It was silent and everywhere, causing Bren to unknowingly fall into deep confusion and struggle.

Bren’s face now had a sickly flush, his brows furrowed, and although his eyes were tightly shut, they seed to sense sothing was wrong, constantly twitching.

He tried hard to resist the strong temptation from Spine, to maintain the clarity and firmness of his heart.

However, every gaze, every movent of Spine was like a magic spell, continuously eroding his rational defenses, making his struggle in this battle of will and desire increasingly labored.

Looking at the sensual scene before him, Lis forcibly resisted the urge to whistle.

He really didn’t expect that Spine would use such a thod to quickly control Bren.

However, this was very much in line with the style of the Dark Elf Queen.

Many powerful Dark Elf Queens had controlled strong beings of other races in this charming way, even recording cases where Legendary Strongn were captured by charm.

Of course, not to ntion the Dark Elf Queen, even the Spider Queen Rose was recorded in the Elf Clan to have hidden relationships with many Abyss Lords.

However, Lis didn’t really stand by and watch this "movie."

Just as the Dark Elf Queen Spine focused all her mind and energy on controlling Bren, trying to drag him into that endless abyss of lust, a figure like a ghost flashed to her side.

Lis moved as swiftly as the wind, instantly appearing beside Bren.

Without any hesitation, Lis slamd a punch, the wind of his fist whistling and fiercely struck Spine’s seductive face with a montum like a landslide.

Spine was imrsed in controlling Bren, completely unexpected of such a sudden attack.

She only felt an irresistible force suddenly hit her like a huge mountain, her face turning pale as paper.

"Ah!"

Spine let out a miserable cry, her whole body like a kite with its string cut, flying backward and crashing heavily into the wall nearby.

Lis wiped Bren’s body with his right hand, clearing away the webs entwining Bren’s body, and at the sa ti pressed a bright green light into the unconscious Bren’s body, securing him in a personal space to ensure his safety.

Then, Lis turned around, his eyes like torches staring at Spine in front of him.

And Spine, after shaking her head for a mont, finally cleared from the sudden blow.

She spat out a mouthful of saliva with blood streaks, her eyes flashing a trace of rancor and reluctance.

But imdiately, she restored her charming posture, casually waved her hand, and a simple yet ornate garnt covered her lovely body, concealing the breathtaking beauty.

She coldly looked at the warrior, as if contemplating the next move.

To avoid as much attention from the Spider Queen Rose as possible, Lis used the Transforr’s Mask to alter his appearance.

So no matter how Spine observed, she couldn’t recognize who this suddenly appeared Human was.

However, it is certain that the person in front of is undoubtedly a Legendary Strongman.

Faced with such a situation, Spine’s heart was filled with indescribable annoyance.

Why is everything going so poorly?

"You..."

Spine was about to say sothing, to probe Lis’ intentions, when she saw Lis’ figure flash and swiftly charge toward her.

In an instant, Spine’s delicate and enchanting face changed dramatically. Her skin, already fair as snow, grew even paler, tinged with a hint of panic.

She had just endured a heavy blow from the warrior, the mory of which still left her shaken.

That terrifying strength seed capable of shattering mountains. If this Legendary Warrior, fierce as a tiger, entangled her in a close-range fight, escaping unscathed in her current state would be nearly impossible.

Thus, without hesitation, Spine quickly retreated backward.

Her figure, as swift and light as a specter in the night, traced eerie afterimages through the dim space.

Spine attempted to widen the chilling distance between her and Lis, searching once more for a strategy to counter him.

Just as Lis advanced with unstoppable montum, a sudden turn of events occurred.

Three figures appeared out of nowhere like phantoms, instantly blocking Lis’ path, precisely three Dark Elf Legends under Spine’s control.

Originally, Eliza would have been among them, but at this mont, Spine could no longer sense Eliza’s presence.

Was she killed by the person who seized the divine artifact [Pastom’s Stomach]?

Spine was not concerned about this matter.

To forcibly take that divine artifact, Spine estimated only the Goddess Fenrir, who was clashing with the Spider Queen Rose, could do so.

In front of that Elf Goddess, Eliza hardly had any chance to resist.

The two Legendary Assassins appearing in front of Lis had icy gazes, like venomous snakes lurking in the night, exuding a chilling aura.

With a flash of their figures, they lunged at Lis from two different directions.

Their movents were as fast as lightning, almost too swift to track.

The daggers in their hands glimred with a cold, eerie light, like the scythes of the Death God, aiming directly at Lis’ vital spots with deadly precision.

anwhile, the Legendary Mage stood at the rear, murmuring continuously, hands swiftly weaving signs, as magic light converged in his hands like brilliant stars.

With his low shout, magic rays shot towards Lis like sharp arrows.

Simultaneously, the surrounding air began to churn violently, and enormous fireballs materialized out of thin air, whistling towards Lis with searing heat and a destructive aura.

In perfect harmony, the trio launched a fierce offensive, attempting to take Lis down in one fell swoop.

At the sa ti, Spine seized the opportunity to steady herself.

With a wave of her hands, the Dark Domain created by the Legendary Domain swept toward Lis like a raging tide, distorting the very space it passed through.

In concert with the attack from the three Dark Elf Legends, they created a pincer assault, seemingly poised to strike Lis down in a single blow.

Facing the siege of the four Dark Elf Legends, Lis remained unfazed.

He moved nimbly, like a swallow darting through a storm or a leopard swiftly hunting in the jungle.

With remarkable speed, Lis displayed agility and finesse beyond comprehension to his opponents.

He deftly evaded the assassins’ daggers, where each sidestep was precisely tid, causing the assassins’ attacks to repeatedly miss their mark.

When a Dark Elf assassin attacked from the left, Lis subtly shifted his stance, gliding past the assassin’s body like a specter.

Simultaneously, he clenched his right fist and punched fiercely toward the assassin’s abdon.

The force of this punch was astounding, accompanied by a whistling wind.

The assassin felt a sharp pain in his abdon, and his whole body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, hitting the ground heavily and coughing up a mouthful of blood.