Chapter 232: I like popcorn, do you?

"If it's Alex's thing, I can be his momma," Sara said with her forehead on Schnee's, pushing herself forward.

These two pairs of soft tits splashed against each other. In her new battle dress, Sara revealed what she was endowed with. As for Schnee, her clothes were still the same, her full-body stocking exposing her meaty curves; even her leather armor around her chest and ass couldn't entirely hide Schnee's thickness.

Sara continued with a chuckle, "I am a mother anyway. I don't mind if Alex wants to call me his momma. I think some men like that, actually. With your childish remarks, you won't be able to entirely satisfy him."

After taking a different approach, Sara's bickering hurt more. Schnee was particularly offended by getting called childish, as if only her body was the mature one. But after a while, Schnee shifted the tides.

Her lips curved up, "If you get too much into mommy role-play, your breasts will turn saggy. We have means to keep them soft and supple, so hit me up when he sucks too much milk out of you."

She winked, making Sara's eye twitch.

Alex finally chimed in with Stella and Remia on his side, "It's not a time for such a talk. Our break is over. And if you keep raising your voice, others might hear you." He sighed, separating the sisters away.

He hadn't thought too much about it beforehand, but his adventures with his wives probably would always look like that. They would compete, tease, and bicker with each other on every possible step.

They were on a break right now, so Alex understood they could have some fun. Yes, even though they looked pretty tense, once Alex separated them, the girls smiled widely, glancing into each other's eyes.

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Thus, Alex knew that they had been enjoying themselves.

At last, Alex left the first city, his target the next one. He and his wives entered the dense fog once again, their eyes shining with a resolution to get rid of this repulsive element.

Even though it was a mist, the dullahan momma also didn't like it, for it reeked off with too much negativity.

The event's level recommendation was up to one hundred. Every hungry demon had around these levels, giving quite a lot of problems to players from the Avander World's side

They also worked with villains, sending terror down to everyone.

Fear bloomed like a rose, its petals sweeping through the three kingdom's lands. In a red mist, buildings continuously crumbled. People kept running away, and lives often slipped away from people's hearts.

A few peculiar existences stood with their back straights close to the red sky. Some of them wore elegant clothes, eclipsing the fighting nobles down below. Some wore rough clothes like robes, while some looked like players.

They were all perfect demons; their eyes were red, skin pale. Their auras seemed thick and denser than fog, ready to swallow all living beings in fear.

"Those events on a grand scale were always unfair," the man with a long mustache yet baby skin whispered as he stared down at the chaos.

His name was Arnold. He wore noble clothes, seemingly trying to blend with the kingdom's background.

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Another man who looked much younger chuckled. He held a glass of wine in his hand, swirling it softly, "We are on this side now; not like I am fond of it. I wish we could use little different tactics, though."

This one shared the clothes' preferences with Arnold. His name was Roy.

Rikka, who was like a school delinquent wearing a hoodie, scoffed at his words, "It works. That's all it matters."

Her good buddy, the man who spoke with Alexander Deathwill, was behind her, smiling as usual in his casual mood. His name was Erik.

He looked over the battle with his senses, "Other than three capitals, we are pretty much winning everywhere Oh, not quite right. Alexander is doing a great job killing newbies on the outskirts.

He's as unstoppable as we predicted him to be," Erik chuckled.

Out of all the legendary classes the hungry demons had their information about, Alexander Deathwill seemed to have the best progress. The fact that he could enter the soul of one of them was already a sign of a promising future.

Even though the dullahan's bloodline helped Alex significantly, no man could combine opposite effects without any drawbacks. No man just could progress like that without sacrificing something valuable.

And as he could develop himself in such a way, the antagonists believed Alex's progress would bloom once he lost someone precious.

Arnold licked his mustache, "I wish I could go down and meet him. Still, if he gathers hero guilds under his banner, he might cause too many losses to our side. From what I saw, he takes people away to his land.

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Yasir won't mind us sacrificing Deathwill Nobles and a few idiots for Alexander's sake. But if he takes them all without losing at least one of his wives, we will make Yasir furious.

No one of us can take his anger. Even if it might make us stronger, I would rather return to the Purgatory than face him," Arnold half-jested.

His words made others shiver.

Rikka threw her tablet at Arnold, "I will fucking kill you!"

"Well, you are free to do it," Arnold chuckled while rolling his mustache.

Erik quickly appeased her fury, "Alright. We will send them all in his direction. They can't face Alexander and his wives individually or in small groups. But with their quantity, they are bound to use at least sacrifice to kill him and at least his one wife.

Now, now, now," he clapped his hands with a warm smile, "We can only keep the event unfair with our presence up in the sky. Even if we can't step over our boundaries, it is a show we should enjoy.

Has someone brought popcorn?" Erik laughed, then his eyes popped out as Rikka took out some fresh popcorn.

Everyone turned their eyes to him, "Can we get some?"

"Everyone except that cuck Arnold," Rikka uttered in a threatening and cold tone, making her friend laugh bitterly.

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And while everyone got some for themselves, Arnold openly complained, "Sigh! I can only comment while everyone relished some good corn!

I used to be good at commenting on e-sport! Rear your ears, lads!"

"Shut up!" Rikka rolled her eyes.