Abyssal Chronicles-Chapter 93 - 94

After sensing that Li Mo, the little rascal, had regained her strength, Yu Mo was quite delighted. She planned to temporarily let go of the things the girl had done earlier, have a nice meal as a family, and enjoy some heartwarming time together.

However...

Li Mo, that little girl, actually broke in through the window?! Couldn’t she use the door? Not only did she not use the door, but she also smashed the dining table in one go and destroyed more than half of the furniture in the hall?!

Gazing at the chaotic scene, Yu Mo’s face darkened, her eyebrows furrowed, and her crimson eyes filled with a ’benevolent’ expression.

So, Yu Mo, with a smile, dragged Li Mo by the tail towards the depths of the wooden house.

——

Inside a sealed, dim room,

The Crimson Shadow Power suddenly rippled.

A red light abruptly converged, solidified, and transformed into an oppressive summoning array!

As the array operated, a surging power erupted from its center! A horrifying sense of oppression burst out in all directions! If it weren’t for the protection of the crimson Shadow Power, the entire dark room would have been torn apart by the overflowing energy from the array!

Accompanied by the release of energy, a legendary weapon slowly emerged from the array!

This was the legendary artifact, crafted by Yu Mo with great difficulty using soul steel and Li Yu’s feathers – the Feather Duster!

An exclusive artifact to discipline disobedient children!

"Ah! Mother! I-I-I was wrong! Don’t, don’t, don’t do it!"

The moment she saw the Feather Duster, Li Mo’s eyes shrank dramatically! She instantly revealed a horrified expression and began to struggle frantically!

Unfortunately,

Although Li Mo was a powerful Demon king, she was no different from a child in front of Yu Mo.

Li Mo’s resistance proved futile.

After struggling and thrashing her tail,

Li Mo was forcibly placed on Yu Mo’s snowy white lap.

"Mother! I promise I’ll never do it again! Waaaaa!!!!."

Knowing that escape was impossible, Li Mo lay on Yu Mo’s lap and pitifully begged for mercy. Her crimson eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and combined with the attractive face of the wolf girl, it gave off a heart-melting sensation.

However,

Although the girl was adorable, to Yu Mo, she was no different from a mischievous Husky.

In fact,

In the past, when faced with Li Mo’s pitiful pleas, Yu Mo would mostly show mercy and let her off lightly. But this time, Yu Mo was determined to have a heart of stone and discipline the disobedient child thoroughly!

If she didn’t teach her a good lesson,

Yu Mo had a feeling that this child would eventually demolish their home...

Of course, discipline alone was not enough,

But it was indispensable!

With this in mind,

Yu Mo forcibly suppressed her tender thoughts and put on a cold terrifying face.

Then,

Yu Mo, shrouded in dark energy, lifted Li Mo’s little skirt without a word, and took off her snowy white panties! At this moment, Li Mo’s tender buttocks were completely exposed under the pressure of the Feather Duster! Seeing this, Li Mo’s cries for mercy became even more intense!

Although she felt a bit of reluctance, Yu Mo steeled her heart! She raised her hand and pulled out the supreme divine artifact from the summoning array, powerful enough to make even eighth-level beings tremble in fear!

"Pia! ~~"

Accompanied by a burst of red light and the crisp sound of ’papa~,’ the Feather Duster showed no mercy as it landed on Li Mo’s tender buttocks!

"Ah, wuuu wuuu wuuu!!!..."

In an instant,

The wailing of the wolf girl echoed through the dark room!

Although the dark room had good soundproofing, her cries still reached the outside world.

In mid-air, Li Yu, who was praying for Li Mo, couldn’t help but shudder when she heard her sister’s screams, showing an uneasy expression.

Then, the little girl reached behind her back and rubbed her own aching buttocks...

’Good luck, sister...’

--

As Li Mo let out her pitiful wail,

The people of the Snow Night Empire were silent, engulfed by fear, sadness, and hatred, among many other negative emotions.

At this moment,

In the Snow Night Empire’s capital, in the heart of the Celestial Dome,

At the city gate, under the watchful eyes of countless people and numerous nobles holding their breath,

The gates slowly opened.

A funeral procession consisting of thousands of people solemnly entered the capital city. Black funeral flags and royal banners fluttered at the front of the procession. It was evident that the funeral was not only for the soldiers who died in the battle against the Abyssal Demons but also for a member of the royal family.

Several days ago, a series of shocking news spread like a bomb throughout the Snow Night Empire. For example, tens of thousands of Abyssal Demons launched simultaneous attacks; the emergence of Snow Devourer; the birth of the new Demon king Blood Butterfly; and the deaths of the Royal Archmage and Third Prince Bernard...

This news caused panic and shock among the people. The Abyssal Demons hadn’t launched a large-scale attack in hundreds of years. Was this attack a coincidence? Or had the peace that lasted for centuries finally come to an end? The people couldn’t help but feel uneasy as they contemplated these thoughts.

The anxiety of the people in these days was once again stirred when they saw the funeral procession...

"I heard that the Third Prince died in the Neville Mountain Range! He died alongside Jace!"

"The Neville Mountain Range? Isn’t that quite a distance from the northern border? How could they die there?!"

"Who knows? It seems the Blood Butterfly bypassed the northern border’s army and directly attacked the Neville Mountain Range."

"H-How could this be? W-Will this monster attack the royal city in the future?!"

"Who knows? If even the royal family and Archmage could be killed so easily, if the Blood Butterfly really comes, we ordinary people are doomed..."

...

...

As the anxiety spread rapidly, whispers began to circulate among the crowd.

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Not far away on the platform, the vice-captain of the Royal Knights responsible for maintaining order at the scene, Cabalon, couldn’t help but grip the hilt of his sword.

"These noisy people! Don’t they know that a royal funeral requires silence?!"

However,

Just as Cabalon was about to unleash his fury and use his fighting spirit to warn the crowd, a slightly sad yet authoritative female voice resounded in his ears, stopping the vice-captain’s actions.

"No need to interfere, let them speak. Without a body, this can hardly be considered a royal funeral."

"Yes, Princess."

Upon hearing this, Cabalon immediately retracted his fighting spirit and anger, respectfully looking toward the woman seated behind him. She was the host of the funeral, the princess of the Snow Night Empire, Fengling - Valentine...

As the fourth princess of the Snow Night Empire and the emperor’s cherished treasure,

The most beautiful angel of the empire,

Feng Ling’s appearance was, of course, stunning. Her beautiful golden hair, like silk, fluttered in the wind, with slender willow eyebrows and a pair of ocean-blue eyes as bright as the stars and the moon. Her delicate, tall nose was complemented by slightly blushing cheeks and cherry-red lips.

She was incredibly lovable.

At this moment, the beautiful princess was not dressed in her usual luxurious golden attire, but in black mourning clothes. She wore a dignified floor-length black skirt. Black silk garments covered her body from her waist and cuffs to her chest, leaving no skin exposed. Only at her chest were her exquisite curves slightly revealed, her fair bosom resembling sculptures made of black ice. The attire perfectly displayed Feng Ling’s exquisite figure, particularly her slender waist. The beauty of this young girl could be compared to a goddess in heaven.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the princess’s once bright ocean-blue eyes no longer conveyed her noble elegance, understanding nature, and compassionate traits. Instead, they revealed a deep sadness that surpassed what could be expressed through tears, a heartbreaking desolation.

There was no doubt that she was in a state of extreme sadness.

After stopping Cabalon’s actions, the beautiful princess gazed sorrowfully at the massive coffin in the distance.

At the same time,

Her water-blue eyes narrowed slightly,

Revealing a serious gaze.

Although she knew that her half-brother Bernard was not reliable, she did not believe that he would die so easily under the attack of the Blood Butterfly...

Recalling the bloodstains in the imperial garden,

Feng Ling couldn’t help but show a hint of hatred in her eyes, and a bold speculation formed in her mind...

’ Xue Tianao...’