Demiplane Battle
"You used absorbed blood to create a magic suppression field? You know a lost spell," Clement said affirmatively, floating in midair.
Sophia raised her hand, attempting to cast—
Impossible.
The Weave was absent here. The suppression field she'd created using Isaac's blood converted it into magical energy. Normally, mages drew on the world's mana, called the Weave by elves and adopted by human mages. In the East, it was the Earth's Pulse or Spirit Vein; to commoners and the Church, the Mana Ocean or Source.
But here, the Weave was blocked.
"Can't cast?" Clement sneered. "Unlike you, my mana is boundless." This demiplane connected to the Goulens Arcane Institute, hovering invisibly over the Seine, tapping a massive Weave node, channeling half of Goulens' Earth Pulse energy.
An invisible giant hand surged toward Sophia. She smiled calmly.
Another invisible hand collided with it, the shockwave making her hair flutter.
"You… a sorcerer?" Clement, in his long life, had never seen a non-draconic, non-phoenix, non-unicorn sorcerer.
Sorcerers were their own magic source. Their mana couldn't rival the Weave, so they typically used it, but didn't become powerless without it.
Sophia's vast internal energy, amplified by Jeanne d'Arc's holy fire, allowed her to cast without the Weave.She pointed, channeling a glow into Isaac. His wounds healed, his blood partially restored.
Sophia didn't need Isaac's blood for mana, only to maintain the collar's suppression field. Once negated, she used her own mana to heal him—a cycle of using her energy to restore his blood, then his blood to sustain the field.
She cast a non-contact blood siphon spell, her father's Dominatrix Siphon, drawing Isaac's blood remotely to heal herself and reinforce the field.
Though the field was resolved, her sorcerous mana was finite. She had to end this quickly. Clement's magic tapped the world's Pulse; without the Weave, her mana depleted with every spell.
"Interesting," Clement said, chanting. Twelve massive flaming meteors descended.
Sophia grabbed Isaac, teleporting instantly as the meteors obliterated a hundred-meter radius where they stood.
"Stay here, Little Zack." She encased Isaac in a deep blue energy sphere—a Resilient Orb, an alien spell from an astral mage, immune to physical and magical damage. It repelled all force and energy. Only Disintegrate, which broke molecular bonds, or Dispel Magic could destroy it.
Sophia wouldn't let Isaac be harmed.
Clement summoned a ten-meter-high, fifty-meter-wide mountain, hurtling at seventy meters per second. If it hit, Sophia would be pulverized.
She raised a finger, firing a forearm-thick, pale green ray—Disintegrate. It vaporized part of the mountain. Sweeping her finger, she reduced the entire mass to ash.
Behind it, Clement transformed into a lightning-wreathed storm giant, charging. Sophia countered, becoming a dragon-sized vampire bat, securing the collar within her neck vertebrae to resist high-level polymorphs.
The bat and giant clashed fiercely. The lightning-wielding giant faltered.
Clement, a mage unskilled in combat, relied on the giant's size and lightning. Wounded, he reverted to human form.
The bat became Sophia again. "Clement, you're nothing without brute force."
"Does the demiplane heal you?" Sophia noticed his wounds healing at vampiric speed.
Clement, nearly mind-attacked by her Dominatrix blood ability, vanished with a teleport.
Despite his strong will, her non-magical psychic assault was overwhelming.
"I nearly slipped."
"Good thing I didn't meet your eyes, or I'd have lost," Clement said.
Both had precognitive spells, anticipating each other's moves. Clement's Foresight had shown him being mind-controlled.
He conjured a psychic barrier, bolstered by his will, to resist all but direct eye contact. But Sophia's Dominatrix mind-reading was unstoppable, piercing his secrets.
To buy time, he opened a massive otherworldly gate. Tyrannosaurs charged Sophia, and two subadult red dragons, ten meters long, appeared in the sky.
The dinosaurs, mind-controlled instantly, turned on Clement. The dragons were frozen by her psychic power—controlling dragons strained her immensely.
Speaking Draconic, she released them, and they attacked Clement.
"Your demiplane only lets you summon," Sophia mocked. She'd tried summoning, but only the demiplane's master could, as it sealed external summoning and teleportation—why she couldn't escape. Internal teleportation and allied summoning were allowed, but this was a millennia-long creation of Goulens' archmages.
Clement, unwittingly aiding her, summoned combatants.
He countered with mindless elemental constructs, immune to control, battling the dinosaurs while he fought the dragons.
Sophia teleported behind him, firing three green lightning-like Finger of Death spells from unavoidable angles.
Clement, fending off dragonfire, summoned the Goulens Staff, a vampire-tier artifact. This ancient elven relic amplified his casting tenfold, and with the demiplane's boost, he was a hundred times stronger than at Notre-Dame.
The Fingers deflected, killing a dragon instantly.
"Tch." Eighteen four-meter fireballs appeared behind Sophia, a peacock-like display of red brilliance, dwarfing a mountain. Lit by their glow, she looked divine.
These were Explosive Fireballs, each with a six-meter blast radius. They rocketed toward Clement, obliterating his position in relentless explosions.
But a Disintegrate ray struck Sophia, dissolving her body.
Clement appeared a hundred meters away, only to be stabbed through the heart by Sophia's Moonshine from behind.
It was a fake Clement, melting into water.
"Fascinating magical duel," Clement said, emerging from the second dragon's exploding corpse, panting. Even he struggled against dragons.
His demiplane-linked mana was near infinite.
Sophia siphoned Isaac's blood again. Clement saw the flaw.
"With my dictum, I command your death," he chanted, casting Dictum: Death, a true word spell ensuring death.
It couldn't kill the world, and powerful beings like Sophia were immune. He targeted Isaac to break her field, avoiding killing her to extract her immortality elixir.
"With my dictum, I nullify yours!" Sophia countered with Nullifying Word, a lost spell last used by Aeliran's Archmage Mairs. It voided weaker casters' dictums.
"Another lost spell? I'll pry open your mouth when I catch you," Clement said, using a floating void eye to avoid her gaze.
He conjured two four-meter fireballs, compressing them to one meter—Blasting Fire.
"You're smarter than your apprentice Gail."
Sophia referenced Gail's initial Blasting Fire against her. Unlike Explosive Fireball's raw flame, Blasting Fire compressed fire for explosive shockwaves, dealing physical and fire damage. Gail's two-meter fireballs were flawed; proper ones were one-meter, grenade-like blasts. Sophia's earlier four-meter Blasting Fire was for show, high in fire but lacking physical force, unlike Jane and Fidel's compressed fireballs.
The supersonic Blasting Fires sped toward Sophia. She caught them, trying to redirect them. Clement raised a glowing orb, countering, "Cancel."
"Cancel your cancel," Sophia retorted, one hand catching the fireballs, the other outshining his counterspell, redirecting them.
Clement blocked with silver shields, which shattered under the cannon-like blasts.
Sophia appeared above, unleashing a Missile Storm. Six hundred pumpkin-sized, blue-white arcane missiles fired like a machine gun, each capable of killing a leopard. Together, they could slay a subadult dragon.
Clement opened a portal shield, redirecting the missiles through another portal above Sophia.
She deflected them back. Clement reused the portal, but Sophia vanished.
Using Time Stop, he froze time by reducing a small spacetime bubble's mass to zero, moving at lightspeed. He couldn't affect the outside world, only reposition or pre-cast.
Finding Sophia, he was shocked—she wasn't frozen, sharing his bubble. Dozens of magic swords circled her, shooting at him.
"Time Stop doesn't affect you?" He dispelled it, shielding against the swords.
The swords failed to pierce. Clement split into four, attacking with elemental spells—wind, fire, water, earth.
Sophia was hit, shattering into sixteen fragments, each becoming a Sophia, unleashing sixteen sonic cannons.
The four Clements shattered. The real, bloodied Clement appeared, wounds slowly healing.
Sophia's holy fire and sorcerous mana were down to a third. Clement's demiplane granted endless mana and healing.
The demiplane's healing had limits, restoring energy-based life, not vital organs. A single, critical strike to his heart could kill him, as he wasn't undead.
As Sophia planned a fatal blow, Clement fired a Dragon's Breath spell, matching a dragon's fiery blast.
Sophia countered with her bat-like ultrasonic cannon, rivaling a 7,000-year-old dragon but weaker than an ancient dragon like Akyuun. Clement's staff and demiplane boosted his breath to match her cannon. Their collision caused a massive explosion, hurling both back dozens of meters.
Sophia was burned, time running out. In a fair fight, she'd have won, but her dwindling mana and focus on Isaac hindered her.
Clement targeted Isaac's orb with a Disintegrate ray. Sophia countered with her own, the collision shattering the orb.
She teleported, grabbing Isaac to evade.
Clement summoned fifty four-meter metal constructs—intelligent battle machines—chasing them with him. Sophia's mana was nearly gone.
"Damn it."
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Ding Yangchun's Dungeon, That Night
Anna and Chanel were clad in latex suits matching their hair—red for Anna, black for Chanel—covering everything from nose to toes except their chests and plugged groins.
Their limbs were folded like Jane's, forcing movement on elbows and knees. Soundproof dog ears—triangular for Anna, drooping for Chanel—blocked hearing, adorned with their hair for fur. Plugs with hair-made tails (red and black) protruded from their anuses.
Harness gags with large leather masks sealed their mouths, internal phalluses filling them with Ding's taste. A strap secured their jaws.
Yesterday, they slept in a "luxury dog kennel" like Sophia during training. Today, they were in a regular kennel with three aggressive dogs.
Ding opened the door, herding the two "dogs" inside. Despite padded knees and elbows, movement was painful.
The three dogs, spotting new companions, wagged their tails and approached.
They performed a canine greeting—sniffing noses. Anna and Chanel, terrified, thought the dogs would bite.
Unfamiliar with canine etiquette, the dogs grew angry, pouncing to pin them. Unable to balance, Anna and Chanel were knocked down, necks held by dog jaws.
"Mmphhh…" Anna's bone conduction let her hear her muffled cries.
"Mmphhh!" Chanel, flipped onto her back, chest exposed, panicked.
The dogs, realizing they were female, bit and suckled their lactation-induced breasts.
"Mmphhh!" Anna, feeding dogs her milk, thought, Am I truly a nursing bitch?
"Mmphhh!" Chanel wailed in humiliation.
Aphrodisiacs made them shamefully enjoy the dogs' licking. No… I'm not a dog… Anna's inner voice resisted.
Ding preferred taming Roseland nobles over vampires, as they succumbed to aphrodisiacs, growing lewder.
He shooed the dogs away, causing slight displeasure in the aroused women, yet gratitude for his "protection."
Adjusting their ear switches, he whispered, "Bebe, Little Gab, scared of the dogs? Hide behind Master."
Terrified of the dogs eyeing their breasts, they crawled behind Ding, like pups needing protection.
"No fear, follow me." Ding led them through the kennel, showing their "home."
The dogs watched, forcing Anna and Chanel to stay behind Ding, who became their protector. Without him, the dogs would resume.
He showed them the filthy latrine, unusable due to their plugs.
"Bebe, Little Gab, Master can't always protect you. Return the dogs' greeting, and they'll treat you as kin, not bullies."
"Mmph?" Anna dreaded returning canine greetings over being pinned and suckled, which was more humiliating and painful.
Closing their eyes, tears streaming, they crawled to the dogs under Ding's protection, sniffing their noses.
Sniff… sniff…
Humiliated, they performed the canine ritual.
"Good, Bebe and Little Gab won't be bullied now." Ding reset their ear switches, deafening them, and left, saying, "Enjoy your new friends."
"Mmphhh! Mmph!"
"Mmphhh! Mmph, mmph!"
Chasing Ding, their only hope, they were blocked by the dogs. Terrified, they crawled away, unsure what the dogs would do without their master.
Having sniffed noses, the dogs accepted them as kin, not attacking but "grooming" them by licking, especially around Anna's plugged groin, stimulating her sensitive flesh.
Aphrodisiacs flushed her face; her legs collapsed. Why does it feel so good… being licked by a dog?
Seeing her collapse, a dog mounted her, its phallus rubbing her plugged groin. She realized why they'd thank Ding for the plugs—without them, she'd be mating with dogs.
The friction, pressing the plug, overwhelmed her with pleasure. The dog climaxed, spraying her buttocks.
"Mmph… mmphhh…" Anna wept, having indirectly mated with a dog.
Another dog mounted Chanel, rubbing its phallus against her thighs, climaxing despite the plug.
Fed aphrodisiacs, the dogs were in constant heat. After Anna, another dog tried again, but a third fought it for her.
Humiliated yet strangely flattered, Anna felt like a "queen" fought over by "knights." No… I'm not a dog's mate…
The victor approached, but Anna, refusing, struggled to her knees, escaping.
The loser, thrilled by her rejection, mounted her. Caught off guard, she was pinned, its phallus rubbing her plug, aphrodisiacs driving her to climax.
"Mmphhh… mmphhh… mmphhh!" Bound as a dog, her only autonomy was choosing which dog to "mate" with. The loser's "skill" synchronized their climaxes.
Exhausted, Anna collapsed sideways. The dogs, thinking she offered milk, suckled her breasts.
"Mmphhh!" Powerless, she watched them bite her sensitive points.
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One Hour Later
Anna and Chanel huddled in a kennel corner, protecting each other. When dogs approached, they bared fierce expressions, growling "Mmphhh!" to scare them off.
The dogs barked but retreated if they persisted.
This is hopeless… my only ally is another "bitch"… Anna looked to Chanel for support.
Chanel mirrored her, their masked mouths touching in a kiss through the leather.
"Mmph… mmphhh…"
"Mmph~~~ mmph~~~"
Through solid conduction, they heard each other's moans, finding solace. They kissed again.
"Mmph~~~ mmphhh~~~ mmph~~~"
"Mmphhh~~~ mmph~~~"
Anna moved, kissing Chanel's face, neck, breasts. Chanel reciprocated, cleaning Anna's buttocks of dog fluids with her masked mouth.
Aphrodisiacs clouded their minds. Anna flipped Chanel onto her back, their breasts touching, mouths kissing through masks.
"Mmphhh… mmph…"
Dog fluids mingled on their faces, but they didn't care—each was the other's only comfort.
Their plugs rubbed as they writhed, stimulating each other.
"Mmphhh… mmph…"
Soon, both shuddered, climaxing with loud moans.
"Mmphhh… mmphhh… mmphhh~~~ ohhh!"
"Mmph… mmphhh… mmphhh~~~ ohhh!"
Collapsed together, they shared despairing yet joyful smiles.
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Another Dungeon Room
"Mmph… mmph… mmphhh…" Jane's mouth held a huge ball gag, cruelly engraved with the Lancas crest.
Naked, her pierced breasts bore rings. Her arms were bound in a standard Japanese tie, accentuating her 36D chest. Her calves were tied to her thighs.
Legs spread, she sat atop Ding Yangchun.
"Ranko—Western mares—ah—have such—fine bodies, especially—nobles like Ranko," Ding panted, thrusting.
"Mmph… mmphhh…" Jane's face showed despair, shame, yet submission. Ding preserved her defiance and shame, relishing women who resisted inwardly but obeyed.
"Mmphhh…"
"Ranko, bear—my child—"
"Mmphhh…"
"It's coming!"
"Mmphhh… ohhh!" Jane's eyes rolled back, collapsing sideways.
"Western mare, happy with your dog companions?" Ding stroked her blonde hair.
"Mmph…" Jane's expression was complex—fearful of Ding, yet… glad others would suffer with her.
"Ranko's happy?"
"Mmph…"
The short, scarred Ding held the tall, pale Jane, kissing her flawless skin with his yellowish lips, beginning another round of torment.
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Demiplane
In near despair, Sophia hurled Moonshine at Clement. As he reacted, she used her dwindling mana for Time Stop.
The world froze, but in her spacetime bubble, she couldn't attack Clement outside it.
Out of mana, she resorted to Plan B.
Clement wasn't inherently strong, but the demiplane made him a match for Sophia, restricted from teleportation and the Weave. Normal legendary mages couldn't cast here and would be slaughtered by Clement, unlike Elisabeth or Yusef.
Sophia wasn't naive. If direct combat failed, she had a backup.
With her last mana, she cast, "I wish to summon—"
Wish, a spell theoretically granting any desire, but limited to its power level—a "black box" spell. Users didn't need to understand its mechanics, only state the desire, like firing a gun without knowing its workings.
Wish couldn't replicate pinnacle spells like True Resurrection. In high-stakes combat, vocalizing wishes was impractical.
Sophia cast Greater Wish, a ritual spell requiring multiple casters to amplify one's Wish to pinnacle levels. Alone, she achieved this ceremony-grade magic, surpassing pinnacle spells.
Few legendary mages mastered Wish. Three could cast Greater Wish to simulate True Resurrection, but Sophia did it solo.
She ended Time Stop.
Clement knew she'd used it but not what she did.
Exhausted, weaponless, and mana-depleted, Sophia stood vulnerable.
Something tore through space into the demiplane.
Whatever she summoned—another legendary mage or dragon—Clement, boosted tenfold, could handle. He didn't want to kill Sophia, needing her for an immortality elixir, but killing the anemic Isaac was easy.
For safety, he cast two pinnacle spells.
Floating the Goulens Staff, he conjured twin supernova-temperature beams—Karsus' Piercing Cannon, an astral mage's ultimate destructive spell. A fifty-meter, fifty-centimeter-wide energy column reached stellar heat.
Enough to vaporize Isaac.
The beams shot at lightspeed toward the pale, collapsed Isaac.
BOOM!
But something blocked them—a 1.45-meter cross-shaped object.
A dark magic sword.