The Prequel of Domina Rex: The Genesis and the End

Astra was more than just an elf; she was Lilith's chosen, imbued with a portion of her power. Even more, her soul originated from Lilith, her body from Lilith. She was Lilith's created daughter, born into the world through her elven mother's womb. She was the first elf born after the elves arrived in Himba, the Elen'ka prophesied to be born with the starlight of the constellations. She was born to accomplish one thing: a savior destined to save the entire elven race. The twins were also saviors born into the world, but their mission was not the same as Astra's. The exquisite beauty, almost identical to that of the goddess of beauty, bestowed upon her by Lilith herself, ensured her survival. Even dragons could not bear to kill such a beautiful being. "ROAR!!!" The elder dragon spoke in Orcish, carefully handing Astra, whom humans would later call Ada Belen, to the orcs. The orcs produced ropes and magic-nullifying coils, binding Astra's hands behind her back and placing a collar around her neck. Even the orcs held her hands with a hint of gentleness as they twisted them behind her back, forcing them straight and together. Her breasts, from below, and her waist were bound by three sets of ropes, each set composed of four strands. These ropes were secured above her wrists, elbows, and upper arms. Each set was further tightened with multiple knots at the horizontal binding points, ensuring that each rope deeply embedded itself into Astra's exposed arm skin, severely restraining her arms behind her in a "Y" shape, biting deeply into her flesh. Astra remained silent, knowing she had lost. As Lilith's daughter, she had to maintain her noble demeanor as much as possible, not to shame "Astra, Lilith's Chosen, Born of the Stars." Elves, in addition to arcane magic, known as "weaving magic," and sonic magic, along with powerful nature magic, also possessed divine protection far beyond imagination. For elves, if captured by enemies and wishing to avoid defilement through rape, they could pray to the goddess Diana, and at the moment of violation, instantly kill the rapist. Therefore, although elves were not invincible, cases of rape after defeat were almost zero. Because of this, Astra was not worried that these orcs or dragons would dare to violate her. It was merely binding. Her embodiment of beauty, inherited from her "mother" who created her, was enough to protect her from mistreatment by her captors. Beautiful things, no one could bear to destroy. The orcs produced a gag from somewhere. Astra knew resistance was futile. She opened her mouth, and the gag was stuffed in. Then, the orcs brought ropes and continued to bind her legs. Through her skirt, her thighs were bound by four sets of ropes, each set with four strands. Her calves were treated the same, tightly binding her skirt to her legs, like a mermaid. The orcs looked, deeming it too loose and easy to escape. So, they brought additional ropes, connecting the lower and upper arm bindings from behind. Then, looking at the excess rope, they pulled it from the sides of her neck to the front, forming a "Y" shape that dug into her cleavage, directly binding it to the middle of the ropes below her breasts (first pulling to the center of her cleavage from the left, then pulling to the right after completing the binding). The orcs looked again, with more excess rope. They pulled it from behind her neck to the sides, this time directly to the outer sides of her breasts, tightly binding her 36F breasts. All the ropes were used, forming an inverted pentagram on her chest. The "star" born of the constellations (Astra) was thus bound into a star on her chest. "Mmm..." Astra closed her eyes. She knew that even though she wouldn't be violated, being bound like this was still humiliating. A peculiar thought surged from within her. Mother... she was bound even more brutally than this, and she was still being... not human, but violated by two gods... Why... I... I also want to be bound like that... I even want to be violated... No, no... I am the brightest star in the sky... I cannot... cannot think in that direction. My body... seems to really enjoy being bound... Now... is not the time... not... When I find a lover in the future... then we'll talk... I am a noble Elen'ka, the brightest in the sky... I cannot lose composure, I must maintain my nobility, I am Lilith's chosen, I cannot lose composure...

The ship's sails were mounted on its sides, unfurling like wings, facing forward to harness the wind from behind and propel the vessel. The ship possessed multiple sets of sails. One pair was oriented vertically, providing lift to ascend and descend. Behind each sail floated a translucent magical array. From these arrays, a sub-light speed plasma wind, akin to solar wind and composed of magic, continuously erupted, pushing against the sails and causing the ship to ascend and fly towards the heavens. Inside the ship's cabin. "Wuuu... wuuu..." Desperate whimpers echoed from within the cabin. Here stood a cage. Within it, a slender and exquisite form, naked and bound tightly by restraints and chains. This was an elf, standing approximately 190 cm tall. The elf appeared to be around thirty years old, unlined, a mature and nurturing female elf. She possessed incredibly large, ample breasts, a size larger than Ada's, and considered enormous even for her 190 cm frame. Her figure was also more curvaceous than that of a typical elf, exquisitely beautiful. Her hair, the color of fiery orange-red, cascaded down to her waist, exuding a vibrant sense of natural life. The elf's arms were held behind her back, secured by forearm cuffs, handcuffs, and a pair of upper arm cuffs, binding her elbows tightly together. Her arms were straightened, and her hands were encased in black spherical leather restraints, forcing her into a clenched fist, unable to separate. The elf's long, sensuous legs were spread into an inverted V by a spreader bar, forcing her to stand in the iron cage. Her beautiful head, framed by her long, loose hair, was secured by a neck restraint, forcing her to bend over, her head bowed low. Her neck was locked in a T-shaped shackle connected to the floor, positioned lower than her crotch. Because her neck was held lower than her groin, her bound, delicate body was forced into a perpetual downward curve, her fair, plump buttocks thrust high into the air. Her parted, exposed honeyed cunt and rear were fitted with very thick, very coarse tubes. These tubes connected to the ship's advanced circulation system, purifying the elf's bodily fluids and waste. A portion of the purified liquid, filtered, was then forcibly fed back to her through a tube inserted into her throat, mixed with a minimal amount of nutrient solution to sustain her basic survival. A waist restraint encircled the elf's midsection. This restraint was connected by chains to the arm restraints, and then a single chain suspended the arm restraints from the ceiling. This prevented the elf from relaxing her legs or bending her knees, forcing her to maintain an L-shaped posture with her head bowed. Her eyes were covered by a black blindfold, rendering her completely sightless. The main event began. The elf's breasts were held by a pair of large suction cups. Within the cups, rotating brushes, similar to those on a car wash, continuously tormented her nipples. Simultaneously, the suction cups contracted, squeezing the sweet nectar from her enormous breasts. This nectar was precisely what her captor sought to collect. It contained a vast amount of life energy and spiritualized essence, what humans referred to as "immortal energy." Her identity was Yustiza, who had disappeared during the great war against the dragons over three hundred years ago. She was the avatar of the former Goddess of Life, Brigid. During the war, as a healer, she was quickly targeted by the dragons. Even with the protection of the Holy Guard and dwarven mechs, she was nearly [X] by the dragons. It was the dragon leader, Fritjof, who stopped the other dragons from [X] her, instead capturing her completely and keeping her as a prize. Fritjof did not keep her for carnal pleasure. Anyone who attempted to rape the elf, if she called out to Diana at that moment, the perpetrator would instantly die, regardless of their strength, unless they also possessed divine protection. Fritjof, despite being a Dragon King, did not have divine protection, and the Dragon God would certainly not grant him such protection to allow him to rape an elf. Fritjof did not keep her for humiliation either. If an elf was humiliated to the extreme, they would pray to the Pale Lady and vanish from the world, body and soul, entering the realm of death, never to be resurrected. Humiliating female elves was meaningless. The reason for keeping her was that she was an avatar of the Goddess of Life, and her milk possessed life force, a rare resource. Moreover, she was a user of spiritualized essence, a practitioner of immortal arts. Her milk also contained immortal arts, an energy previously unknown to the dragons. Milk infused with immortal energy was a precious resource for them. The suction cups on her chest were also specially designed, not only to extract milk but also to forcibly absorb her immortal energy, integrating it directly into the milk. Of course, Yustiza could pray to the Pale Lady for death—but she could not. As a high priestess of the Goddess of Life, anyone could pray to the god of death, but not Brigid's priests. They had to face life and death directly, unable to escape. No matter how dire or cruel the reality, as followers of the Goddess of Life, they had to face life head-on and press forward. This made her an incredibly valuable prize. As an avatar, she could, like Ada, use divine intervention, which required no magic and could be used once every seven days. However, Fritjof was prepared. He had collected three core fragments from the shells of Primordial Dragons shattered by the Arien brothers centuries ago. Each fragment was about two meters tall and stood upright around the cage, inscribed with runes. These fragments, imbued with the power of the Dragon God, had been specially reinforced to suppress a priest's divine intervention. Whenever she attempted to use divine intervention, the fragments would glow, and nothing would happen. To punish her, Fritjof had set up a linked magic. Every time the fragments glowed, two spanking paddles behind her would activate, relentlessly striking her enormous buttocks. The spot beneath her feet also had rollers that would spin, attacking the soles of her feet and causing her to laugh uncontrollably. After years of conditioning, Yustiza no longer dared to attempt escape using divine intervention. Elves, unlike humans, had brain structures that prevented them from going mad unless magically interfered with. Their personalities would not be forcibly altered without magical intervention. Whether this was a good or bad thing was uncertain, but it meant that High Priestess Yustiza still maintained her sense of self from the moment she was captured. The pitiable Yustiza had lived in hellish torment for over three hundred years, completely at the mercy of others, raised like livestock to provide precious milk. Most of this milk was consumed by Fritjof. He was almost entirely sustained by drinking the milk of the High Priestess of the Goddess of Life, and was on the verge of awakening immortal energy. Once awakened, he would become transcendent, like a spirit of nature, incredibly difficult to [X], becoming a true "immortal." The pitiable Yustiza, being a High Priestess of Life and a spiritualized being, a so-called immortal, was almost impossible to [X] easily. This resulted in her being eternally bound here, her milk extracted daily to provide immortal energy for Fritjof to consume. "How was your day, mother elf?" A middle-aged voice, around forty to fifty years old, echoed from within the cabin. It carried a powerful resonance, tinged with villainous evil and cunning, yet also possessed an aura of dominance, like a storm, sending shivers down one's spine. "Wuuu... wuuu..." Tears streamed from beneath Yustiza's blindfold. She was in a state of being unable to live and unable to die. It was known that elves possessed a thousand times the emotional sensitivity of humans, and therefore, their capacity to feel pain was also a thousand times greater. "Heh heh, I was just greeting you routinely," a figure about two meters tall approached Yustiza. His build was imposing and muscular, as if every inch of his flesh contained boundless strength. He had dark blue-gray skin that shimmered with a metallic luster in the light, giving him a distinctly non-human appearance. His face was angular and sharply defined, with a prominent brow ridge and eyes as deep as an abyss. His pupils were a dark crimson, as if burning with an inextinguishable flame. His nose was high and straight, his nostrils slightly flared as if drawing in all surrounding scents. His lips were thin and tightly pressed, revealing sharp, pointed teeth that seemed capable of easily tearing anything apart.

"My daughter." Ada, possessed by Lilith, gazed at the woman before her. She was extraordinarily beautiful, arguably not inferior to Astra, whom the very goddess of beauty had created. Her face was exquisitely flawless, brows like crescent moons, golden eyes deep and soul-capturing, and her fair skin as delicate as porcelain. Her lips were crimson, holding a faint smile that hinted at danger and temptation. Long, wine-red hair cascaded over her shoulders, parted in a three-seven split with a slanted fringe. The hair behind her was braided into a goddess-like plait, adorned with a pure gold circlet, reaching below her hips. Standing at one hundred and eighty-seven centimeters, she was tall and statuesque. Her black, sleeveless, deep V-neck gown accentuated her proud curves. The fabric clung like a second skin, extending from her chest to her waist and hips, fully showcasing her exquisite figure. The deep V plunged from her neck to her navel, unreservedly displaying her ample bosom, each breath causing the fabric to ripple. The extremely high slit in the skirt parted below her hips, revealing her long legs and jade feet clad in gold stiletto sandals, her toned muscles further emphasized by the golden thigh rings, exuding power and allure. Her neck was long and slender, her collarbones like silver threads catching the light, her bare arms elegant and powerful. The golden patterns and tiny diamonds on her dress shimmered under the lamplight, like stars adorning the night sky, lending her an air of mystery. Her beauty was not of this world; it possessed a divine pressure, dangerous as staring directly into the sun. It was a transcendent beauty that evoked both a desire to approach and an irresistible fear in the heart. This perfect blend of sexiness and nobility appeared not only alluring but also carried a hint of extreme danger. No, it was a dread born of transcendent beauty, a terrifying, awe-inspiring fear. She was supremely transcendent, supremely dangerous, giving the impression that one might instantly evaporate if they looked at her for too long. This was not ordinary beauty; it was the beauty of unnatural fear. However, the source of this dread was currently bound tightly by ropes, presenting a helpless yet alluring posture. Her arms, adorned with golden armbands, were pulled tightly behind her, elbows touching, forearms forcibly bent to their limit upwards, forming an inverted prayer bind. The ropes dug into her skin, the delicate golden cords starkly visible against her fair complexion, creating a striking contrast. Her hands were forced together behind her head, fingers touching the nape of her neck. Dense golden ropes coiled around her breasts, each wrapped four or five times. The ropes tightened around her breasts, making them appear even fuller and more prominent. The pressure from the ropes made her nipples stand out sharply, as if about to erupt with boundless desire. These ropes, wound around her chest, extended to her back, forming a complex and tight binding structure. Her upper and lower arms, not covered by sleeves, were also firmly secured. The ropes bit into the flesh of her arms, leaving distinct marks on her skin, imbued with a cruel beauty. The ropes binding her wrists extended from the sides of her neck to the front, digging deeply into her cleavage, leaving a profound red imprint. The ropes stretched from below her breasts outwards, then looped upwards around the sides of her breasts, forming a figure-eight binding on her chest, tightly encasing her breasts from all directions, as if showcasing their size and fullness. These two ropes, extending upwards from the sides of her breasts, did not end there. They reached the other side of her neck, looped over her shoulders, and then were pulled back to secure her upper arms, ultimately forming a complex inverted pentagram above her breasts. This unique knot not only enhanced the tightness of the binding but also further accentuated the contours of her chest, as if displaying a meticulously crafted work of art. Her slender waist did not escape the ropes' embrace. Several loops of rope were tightly wound around her waist, cinching it severely, digging into her flesh through the dress and leaving deep marks. Each loop of rope seemed to serve as a reminder of her bound reality, accentuating her body into an incredibly alluring curve. Her legs were tightly ensnared by eight loops of rope within the evening gown, binding her legs into fleshly pillars, rendering them almost immobile. The ropes dug into her skin, forming deep welts. Every slight movement of her legs brought endless pain and pleasure. A perineal rope was also bound within the skirt, directly constricting her crotch, leaving her unable to resist. This complex and tight binding posture displayed her body to its fullest. Each rope seemed to possess a life of its own, coiling and tightening on her body, forming beautiful yet cruel marks, as if showcasing her helpless and alluring beauty. Her mouth was stuffed with a large red gag, stretching her delicate, perfect jaw to its limit. Crystal-clear saliva continuously dripped from the corners of her mouth onto the exposed flesh of her ample, enormous breasts, revealed by the deep V-neck. A rope from the ceiling [X] was connected to the ropes on her back, suspending her and forcing her to maintain a standing position. On her flawlessly smooth swan-like neck, a golden collar was placed, nullifying her magic. "My daughter." Lilith looked at the divine, exquisitely beautiful woman before her. This was Helena, the daughter of Lilith and Marius. Lilith had been imprisoned by Marius and Sharr for countless years. Marius had raped her day and night, constantly. He was the embodiment of masculinity, of virility, conquest, struggle, and conflict. She, on the other hand, was the embodiment of beauty, of tenderness, of femininity, of being admired, praised, and desired. In such an atmosphere, Lilith bore Marius many offspring. Helena was one of them, which was why she possessed the red hair of the God of War. This deep wine-red hair was the product of Marius's scarlet and Lilith's gold. As the daughter of the Goddess of Beauty, she was, of course, incredibly beautiful, transcendentally beautiful. She was the product of the union of Lilith and Marius, a symbol of one force ravaging another. She was an innate divine being. She possessed a divine core but had not yet ascended through faith, thus she was a demigod. Although her appearance was elven, her race was what was called a "divine human," an immortal and transcendent being. She symbolized capture, becoming spoils of war, abduction, and imprisonment; she was the Goddess of Captives. This was why her beauty was so ethereal, so unnatural, because she was already a goddess, a subordinate symbol of the beautiful goddess. As for the aura of dread she exuded, it was a trait possessed by all of Lilith and Marius's offspring. Lilith was the Goddess of Beauty, and Marius was the God of Fear. The combination of fear and beauty resulted in terrifying dread. Terrifying dread did not solely refer to ugliness; beings that were too enchanting, too radiant, too inhuman also possessed a sense of terrifying dread, like looking down at the Earth from space, gazing at the sun in the cosmos, or surveying the surroundings from the depths of the ocean. It was beautiful, but also terrifying. All of Lilith and Marius's offspring, including Helena before her, exuded a strong sense of terrifying dread. They were beings so beautiful, so deserving of being seized as spoils of war, that one dared not look at them for too long. All of Lilith and Marius's offspring also possessed powerful combat magic talent, not divine power, but their innate, formidable strength. This was because Lilith was the Goddess of Magic, and Marius was the God of Combat, Strife, and War. All their siblings were born with the ability to use magic in combat. Although Helena was the Goddess of Captives, she had not been worshipped by anyone, thus she was merely a demigod. The concept of the Goddess of Captives did not imply actively offering oneself to be captured; that was the domain of another future "goddess" and a goddess from the distant past who had abandoned this divine core. The concept of a captive naturally implied unwillingness, which was different from the seemingly tsundere behavior of actively allowing oneself to be captured. The Goddess of Captives felt intense dissatisfaction with being captured and would resist to the death. However, at the same time, she would radiate a powerful divine aura that would instinctively make those around her want to capture and abduct her, to make her their own. This aura was called the Captive Field, or simply the Captured Field. And another point, she would naturally resist, but during her resistance, she would unconsciously, without knowing how, inexplicably make a mistake, thus being captured. This was the "divine power" of the Goddess of Captives. Even though she possessed the innate ability to cast ritual-level magic at will, she would still be captured. However, this did not mean any Tom, Dick, or Harry could capture her; she would resist. And her resistance would be fierce. Due to her attribute as the Goddess of Captives, she strongly resented being taken elsewhere, even an invitation was extremely repulsive to her. This was why when Nuwa and others came to invite her, she became enraged and directly fought with Nuwa and her group. This volatile personality was actually inherited from her father, Marius, the God of War and Slaughter. Even though Helena had not yet ascended to godhood, as an innate "divine human," her physiological attributes were incomparable to mortals. She could easily exert hundreds of tons of force, and speeds several times the speed of sound were merely a stroll to her. The party that went to "invite" her, despite having three Archmages, a high-ranking priestess of Lilith, and Nuwa, a spirit-transformed being, could not have captured her so easily. The primary reason she was captured was due to the divine power summoned by Kuren Redhand, the priest of the God of War. Marius, the God of War, was her father and had been the one to capture her since her "birth." Helena had almost no resistance to Marius's power. When Kuren Redhand completed that divine ritual, her capture was already predetermined.

"That won't do. I am the High King, and I command you, as your king, to be bound." Aerion looked at Ada. "I am the Elven Queen, and I must beg to differ. Such an act would be detrimental to my image." Ada smiled faintly, refusing her husband's request in a most polite manner, though inwardly she was even more excited. "I don't care. I am the King, and you will obey me." With that, Aerion produced the ropes he had prepared. "Please, no." Ada looked at Aerion. He grabbed her arms, forcing her to struggle in resistance. Aerion then pushed Ada against the wall, her back to him. "I told you, I am the King, and you will obey your King." "Please, no," Ada continued, her voice noble and helpless. Aerion inwardly rejoiced; she wasn't angry. He forcefully pulled Ada's arms behind her back. Ada maintained a righteous expression, protesting with conviction, "Please do not bind me. I am the noble Queen of the elves; my status forbids such treatment." "Even the Starlight Queen must obey the High King," Aerion said with a wicked grin, forcing Ada's arms together behind her. Her elbows were straightened, forming a 'Y' shape. He then took out silver ropes that gleamed with a silvery light and proceeded to wrap four sets of ropes around her wrists, below her elbows, above her elbows, and on her upper arms, each set consisting of four coils. These four sets of ropes then wrapped around to the front, binding tightly around her breasts, below her breasts, her waist, and below her abdomen, four coils each. This not only secured Ada's arms but also fixed them to her torso. As a result, Ada's breasts were forced to protrude due to her arms being pulled back! Aerion then wove vertical ropes through the gaps between Ada's bound arms, dividing the ropes binding her arms as if creating handcuffs and arm restraints. These vertical ropes were all connected, with the uppermost ropes extending to the sides of her neck and converging in a 'Y' shape in front, digging into the cleavage of her now-prominent breasts, forcing them outward! "You! My sun, please don't do this. I am the noble High Priestess!" Ada looked down at her swollen breasts, finally unable to contain herself, her face flushed crimson. "Since you know that a High Priestess cannot be bound like this, then as the High King, should I not punish you?" Aerion's smile turned wicked as he continued, pulling out another bundle of ropes from behind Ada. He brought them to the sides of her neck and then to the outer sides of her breasts, tightening them to squeeze her breasts inward from all directions. Simultaneously, the ropes were threaded into the gaps between Ada's upper arms and torso, separating the ropes binding her torso and arms, effectively creating two body restraints. This also perfected the arm restraints formed by the ropes binding her upper arms. The gaps between her forearms and torso were also bound vertically with additional ropes, completing the formation of the handcuffs. At the same time, a rope path resembling an inverted pentagram was formed above Ada's breasts! "You! You! That's sophistry! Disrespectful!" Ada's face was beet red, but she still tried to maintain the dignified demeanor of a High Priestess. She pouted and, with her heavenly voice, rebuked Aerion, "Untie me at once! I am a High Priestess! This is disrespectful to me!" "Then why is your face red?" Aerion slammed Ada against the pristine white marble wall. Ada's face was flushed, and she breathed in short, sweet gasps. "Th-that's because I, because I have encountered such a disrespectful person as you! To dare commit such wicked deeds against a divine manifestation!" "My light, you are my wife, my subject. How can I be disrespectful to you?" Aerion looked at Ada, wondering how she could continue her dignified and composed sophistry. "I, I must not be humiliated like this, no matter who I face!" Ada still attempted to maintain her noble bearing. "Oh, then tell me, as your husband, where does binding you, a priestess of the love god, with ropes of love, violate any of the love god's commandments?" "You! You dare to lecture me!" Ada was taken aback by Aerion's counter-attack! Lilith's own divine body was bound, and she had engaged in bondage play with countless deities before. How could she possibly object to being bound? "You!! You dare to shamelessly lecture me! I am the Veiled Maiden—Mmph?!" Ada was surprised to find her mouth suddenly stuffed by Aerion! "As the High King, it is my duty to silence the mouth of a High Priestess who cannot even articulate her own goddess's divine pronouncements and rules, lest she utter some sophistry! I ask you again, which rule of the love god prohibits you from being bound?" "Mmph! Mmph mmph!" Ada cried out in frustration, glaring at Aerion with a look of indignant anger, all while trying to maintain her noble and solemn image as the goddess's representative! "Hmph, full of sophistry. Very well, this King shall give you a chance to repent. As long as you do not let me catch you, I shall not proceed with further binding!" With that, he grabbed Ada and pushed her forward. "I will count to one hundred, and then I will come to catch you myself. Once caught, I shall bring this priestess, full of sophistry, to immediate justice!" "Mmph?! Mmph mmph!" Ada cried out in frustration! She quickly turned and, dragging her bound, robed body, fled barefoot. "Mmph mmph!!!" Ada's heart pounded as she heard Aerion counting behind her. If he caught her now, while bound, and brought her to justice, wouldn't that be a complete disgrace to Lilith? How could she ever claim to be Lilith's earthly representative in front of him again? Even though he was her husband, they often appeared in public together, seen by the world. If she were brought to justice, how could she possibly face him in public as Lilith's earthly representative, receiving the cheers of her subjects? "Mmph! Mmph mmph!!" Ada, barefoot and dragging her bound form, darted frantically through the pristine white marble architecture. She wore several anklets, each connected by chains that dangled beneath her feet. In reality, every step Ada took caused the chains to brush against the soles of her feet, making her want to laugh! Who would have thought that the noble Light of Lights had such tender feet? Aerion was unaware of this, as he had never tickled Ada, thus gifting her these anklets with dangling chains. In truth, the High Priestess found wearing these anklets excruciating with every step! But she couldn't refuse. The reason? The Light of Lights being ticklish? Unthinkable!

Kolenno left before he could give him any intelligence, but there was no doubt that this was the Queen of Eldu that Kolenno had spoken of. He felt a powerful force. The queen, who had been imprisoned after Eldu's defeat and was to be forcibly married to the King of Kish for an alliance, had now been rescued from her confinement by rebels. She was at least a Beta-level psionic, and she hadn't even used the power of Spice. Around the queen were eight figures clad in black robes with hoods, wielding meteoric iron weapons of various colors: meteoric iron scimitars, meteoric iron warhammers, meteoric iron two-handed scythes, meteoric iron greatswords, meteoric iron long whips, meteoric iron polearms, and meteoric iron sword and shield. The Queen of Eldu was tall and wore a magnificent white crinoline gown, somewhat resembling a wedding dress. This white gown had a gothic style, exuding an ancient and solemn aura. Its design completely covered her body from below the neck, a conservative and noble style that revealed almost no skin. At her neck, she wore a three-tiered ruff, commonly known as an Elizabethan collar, with numerous pleats tightly encircling her entire neck, making it very beautiful. Her hoop skirt was enormous; it wasn't very wide on the sides but was four to five times the width of her entire body from front to back, expanding the width of her front and back by four to five times. Her white hair was parted in the middle and styled on both sides into braids. These braids were then woven into a net-like structure, like fabric, and hung down to her chin on both sides in a noblewoman's hairstyle. The hair at the back was the same. It looked neat, somewhat like shoulder-length hair parted in the middle and styled on the sides and back, but in reality, these cascading "hair" were net-like structures woven from countless pre-braided strands. She possessed very beautiful and regular features, with a face shape that belonged to a top-tier beauty. However, her appearance had already diverged significantly from that of ordinary humans. Her skin was incredibly pale, devoid of any trace of blood, like a ghost shrouded in death. She had eyes with a distinct white sclera and an almost pure black iris. She appeared to be around thirty-three or thirty-four years old, a mature woman. Her eyes were deep-set, half-closed and lowered, revealing endless pain and sorrow, as if enduring some eternal torment. Despite the pain filling her eyes, her gaze was calm and resolute, like a cold determination forged through countless despair and hardships, and a strange, indescribable, inhuman wisdom that seemed to originate from the deep cosmic sea. Her cheeks were very thin and somewhat sunken. The dark eyeshadow around her eyes formed a stark contrast with her slightly bluish, almost bleached white skin. Her headdress was ornate and classical, a pure gold circlet worn directly on her forehead, symbolizing her former nobility and royalty. She also wore a white veil of light gauze, faintly obscuring her entire face and the back of her head. It draped down to her neck in the front and to the center of her back from the back of her head, falling over her shoulders on both sides. It seemed to shield her from worldly clamor and added a soft mist to her mystery. Her dark purple lips were tightly closed, revealing a cold silence, making it impossible to guess the unspeakable secrets hidden deep within her heart. Although she was beautiful, her thin cheeks and pale, bloodless skin, combined with her humanly beautiful features, gave her an inhuman and terrifying aura in other aspects. In reality, she was somewhat chilling to behold. If one stared at her for too long, an indescribable fear would arise from the depths of their heart. At first glance, her faintly visible features through the veil would lead one to think, "She is a beautiful woman." However, if one stared intently at her face for an extended period, ordinary mortals would easily suffer from splitting headaches, and the longer they looked, the more intense the pain would become, as if their heads were about to explode. Beauty and terror were perfectly combined on her pale face. As if to alleviate this chilling effect, a rectangular metal shackle was used to lock her wrists together in front of her. The shackle had a figure-eight opening in the middle, ensuring her wrists were held together and could not be separated. Miller frowned. This woman had gained the power of a celestial gift, making her difficult to deal with— "Everyone, please stop." A mournful, profound voice swept through the minds of everyone present, including Miller's. "Please, no more meaningless sacrifices," the woman said, leading Miller to realize she was a gentle person. Then— He noticed an Eldu nobleman near the queen seemed displeased with her request to stop the rebellion. He took out a special metal circlet. The circlet was not decorative but a wide, thick ring, clearly meant to be forcibly locked onto a person's head. Its material seemed to be the same as her hand shackles. "An anti-psionic circlet?" Miller observed. This circlet seemed to have been installed on the Queen of Eldu by the Kishites. However, these Eldu people seemed to be very familiar with how to use it, and they had clearly kept this item that could restrain the queen with them even after rescuing her from the Kishites? "Tch," Miller sneered. It seemed that long before the Queen's defeat in Eldu and her imprisonment by the Kishites, she had been imprisoned by the nobles as a mascot. The true power in Eldu was likely held by the priests. He waved his hand, and the circlet was directly manipulated by telekinesis, flying up and out of the Eldu people's control. These anti-psionic items were somewhat different from magic-nullifying collars. Most magic-nullifying collars were made of magic-nullifying alloy, which was inherently immune to magic. There was an exception: enchanted magic-nullifying collars, whose magic-nullifying principle relied on magic attached to the collar to nullify the wearer's magic. Anti-psionic restraints, however, were different, as there was no such thing as psionic-nullifying metal. The primary countermeasure against psionics was the so-called reality anchor. This device could "anchor" a certain range of "world" around it in the sea of reality and illusion, like a ship dropping anchor, thus preventing distortion by reality warpers, i.e., psionics. However, reality anchors were essentially technological creations, not something that could directly prohibit psionic powers. Psionics could still be used near a reality anchor; it's just that if the power output couldn't exceed the anchor's stabilization rate, the psionic effect would be completely zero, making them like ordinary people. But this was more about their power being unable to be exerted rather than being prohibited, similar to how punching in water has very low power, but that doesn't mean their boxing ability is prohibited. Anti-psionic handcuffs and collars, and the anti-psionic circlets held by the Eldu people now, were different. These were items that directly acted on the psionic's brain, the most common method of magical creation, but they could also be manufactured with technology or Gamma-level psionics. This item was not psionic-immune; it simply acted directly on the psionic's brain, preventing them from using their psionic abilities. Therefore, as long as Miller didn't touch the item, he could apply psionic effects to it, such as telekinesis. At the same time, Miller realized that the queen's handcuffs were actually made of the same material. However, the simple handcuffs, due to the queen's immense psionic power, could not perfectly suppress her abilities. This allowed her to use some basic psionics, such as telepathy, to communicate mentally with those around her, even though she couldn't resist the people around her. To completely suppress her psionic abilities, additional psionic restraints would be required. "Thank you," the queen's psionic gratitude entered Miller's mind. Although Miller wasn't a telepath, communicating with psionics using psionics was very easy. "You're welcome, madam." Miller's mind experienced elven emotional fluctuations; he could never refuse someone gentle. However, even with Miller's elven senses and the foresight of a seer with psionic resistance, when he looked at the queen's beautiful yet horrifying face, which evoked an inexplicable, indescribable sense of dread, he felt a strange, unknown fear, as if he wasn't looking at her, but was being observed like a toy by some cosmic force that devoured galaxies, a force beyond his psionic comprehension. He didn't know that someone who once admired her, disbelieving, had specifically approached her face to examine her beautiful but terrifying features, wanting to prove that her face was not terrifying. In the end, this brave warrior perished from existence, all traces of him vanishing into the vast yellow earth outside the fertile oasis of the Eta region. All traces of him were erased, all memories of him were altered, and he no longer existed in the world. "Stop, I don't want to see people die." The queen's mental plea once again entered the minds of everyone present. The tall, slender, white-skinned guards around her panicked, completely unsure of what to do. Among the white-skinned rebels who were not surrounding the queen, those who were not nobles, and those whose mutations were minimal and nearly indistinguishable from ordinary humans, Miller could clearly sense with his elven senses that they were wavering at the queen's voice, and many were preparing to surrender. It seemed that although these Eldu people had imprisoned the queen for a long time, the lower and middle classes were unaware of this. Even though the queen could not use mind control now, she could still transmit her voice through simple telepathy, causing those around her to obey purely by their own will. "Thank you," Miller communicated in the manner of psionics. "You have stopped a massacre."

Hiss was naked, bound like a meat stick, eyes rolled back, sprawled on the floor, a large amount of white fluid flowing from her crotch. "Mmmph... mmmph mmmph... mmmph mmmph!!!" Lucia's mouth was directly gagged with a red ball gag. The ropes on her body were from one of the three sets of "Lilith Ropes"; when Ada was captured, two sets had fallen into Lengal's hands. Lucia was completely stripped, and even the Moon God chastity belt on her crotch had been set to invisible mode by Iska, making Diana, who hadn't even seen her own crotch, almost die of shame. Her arms were forcibly stretched out, elbows pulled tightly together and bound, forming an inescapable Y-shaped straight-arm-to-elbow position. The ropes mercilessly dug into her upper arms and elbows, tightly restraining her, fixing her arms firmly behind her back, leaving her completely immobile. The ropes binding her upper arms and elbows also wrapped around her breasts from the sides of her body, one loop tightening above her full breasts, another below, firmly locking her upper body. Additional ropes from behind split into a Y-shape, extending to both sides of her neck, then converging into a Y-shape from both sides of her neck in front, passing down through the cleavage of her breasts, forming a taut rope. Additional ropes pulled her shoulders from behind, extending to the sides of her neck to the front, crossing at the collarbone, and then digging into the outer sides of her breasts, forming a more complex X-shaped rope path, tightly pressing the upper chest part of her collarbone. Her breasts were squeezed even fuller within this intricate rope weave, their curves more pronounced, as if bound in an inescapable cage, the ropes reddening her skin slightly. The entire rope path formed a tight, inverted pentagram binding. The ropes around her waist tightly bound her slender waist, multiple ropes crisscrossing and tightening, completely immobilizing her upper body. The ropes extended from her waist to her back, binding her wrists and forearms, ensuring her arms were completely fixed. Not only that, but Lucia's long, shapely thighs and calves also did not escape the restraint of the ropes. Her plump, sausage-like legs were tightly bound by ropes, with four loops around each from thigh to calf. The ropes dug deeply into her fair, soft skin, binding her legs like two tightly wrapped sausages, rendering them immobile. Each loop of rope bit into her flesh, squeezing her legs to accentuate their plumpness, making them appear exceptionally full. Her fair skin was slightly reddened by the ropes, the deep marks showing the force of the restraint. In this dark elf prison, every inch of Lucia's skin, every curve, was exposed in its ultimate sexiness and helplessness under the pressure of the ropes. Her body was completely tightly bound, unable to resist, only able to let this complex and cruel binding destroy her strength and pride bit by bit, making her appear exceptionally fragile and helpless. However, the restraints were not limited to this. Beyond this layer of restraint, Lucia's body was tightly wrapped in spider silk, from below her nose to her feet, all completely bound into a human cocoon by white spider silk. Her sexy, full devilish curves were completely revealed under the tight embrace of the spider silk. This layer of spider silk was spat out by Rosse before she left. Although the four dark queens were all powerful, bloodthirsty female demons, they were forced to obey Iska's management. Whether they were bound or played with, they had to obey Iska's demands. And when Iska needed some playful props—like Medusa's snake tail, Rosse's spider web, Aysalina's psychic tentacles, or Lengal's full dark binding—they had to comply. These playful props were not only used on the four queens but had also been used countless times on the poor Lucia. "Mmmph!! Mmmph mmmph!!" Lucia's cocoon-like body was tightly bound, crystal-clear saliva continuously seeping from the spider web sealing her mouth. The naked Iska stood behind her, hands gripping her waist, completely strangled by the spider web, and then forcefully thrusting a pillar-like black rod, covered in Shar's dark energy and directly emerging from her female genitalia, into Lucia's buttocks repeatedly! "Mmmph mmmph?? Mmmph mmmph!! Mmmph mmmph!!" Lucia's eyes bulged from the thrusting, tears even streaming out. Iska held Lucia's waist with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, brutally yanking her body and violently raping her, then ejaculated— "Mmmph mmmph!!!! Mmmph oh oh oh!!" Lucia collapsed on the ground, tears flowing. Although her chastity belt was invisible, it was still there, causing the fluid Iska ejaculated to be completely blocked by an invisible transparent condom. The love fluid she expelled was also blocked by the transparent condom. Then, the fluid Iska ejaculated, due to the elasticity of the condom, was about to bounce back to the opening of her sensitive area, and was all sprung out like a trampoline. "Tsk tsk tsk." Iska, gagged with a black ball gag, grinned as she looked at Lucia, who was crying on the ground. After Lucia was recaptured, to force her to reveal how she obtained the Holy Sword Moonlight, she was subjected to all sorts of inhuman and brutal torture. Everything Shar, as the goddess of torture, could think of was used. However, it seemed Lucia had endured such torture before, and she simply didn't yield, which made Lengal, the goddess of torture herself, very angry and self-doubting. In the end, she was thrown into the Black Demon King's Tower—at least she wouldn't be rescued anymore. Imprisoning them in the temple before was indeed Shar being overconfident. And Marilex had punished her, turning her into a stick, and since then, she would no longer disappoint Marilex. Imprisoned in the Black Demon King's Tower, she didn't have to worry about anyone daring to enter. And within the tower, it was Iska's world. Iska was second to none here. Although Marilex had never even glanced at this insect, as Shar's maid, all the women imprisoned in the tower had to obey her. Naturally, this included Lucia. "My dear Lucia, I've raped you again, haven't I? Was it good?" Iska grinned and squatted down, patting Lucia's buttocks, which were covered in white sticky fluid and completely strangled by spider webs: "Slap slap slap!" "Mmmph... Mmmph mmmph..." Lucia moaned weakly on the ground, occasionally wriggling her delicate body powerlessly. "I've played with the spider silk for several rounds, it's time for a change." Iska said, picking up a magical item given to her by Rosse, clearing away Rosse's own spider silk, revealing a stunning naked body inside, completely bound and flipped over with golden god-binding ropes, her mouth sealed with a ball gag and still dripping saliva. Lucia, her body sticky with sweat from being muffled within the spider silk, had her arms bound behind her elbows, her breasts above and below, and her waist above and below, all tightly bound and strangled by dense ropes. Her breasts were strangled from all four sides by ropes, and her armpits, shoulders, and neck were also twisted into knots by ropes. Her thighs were also bound by four ropes, and her calves the same. Even after the outer full binding of spider silk was removed, she was still a helpless meat doll, incapable of doing anything, completely lacking the aura of a goddess's vessel! "Hehe, how should I play with your naked body? My Queen." Iska, also naked, grinned and rubbed her hands together, but then heard Lengal returning. She turned to look behind her. Lengal's arms were bound behind her, forming a U-shape, hands clasped at the elbows, with chains on her upper arms, forearms, and collar forming a cross shape behind her. Two chains wrapped around Lengal's breasts above and below, simultaneously locking her upper arms. "That bitch Ada escaped." Lengal walked in, displeased. Iska looked at Lengal: "So you lost?" "Shut up." Lengal glared at Iska, whose crotch was still dripping white fluid, with disgust. Iska suddenly thought of something: "Since you lost, come and win it back." "What do you want to do now?" Lengal instinctively retreated, but she had promised Iska that as long as Iska kept Lucia bound for one day, she would obey Iska's orders for one day. "Thigh rope tug-of-war? Didn't we just play that yesterday?" "You bastard!" Lengal said angrily, but Iska had already walked over and summoned dark ropes—this ability was also given by Shar, the summoning of dark binding goddess's ropes. Iska, without any preamble, pushed Lengal to the ground, stripped her naked, and bound her arms straight behind her elbows, forming a Y-shape! "Ugh!! You lowly insect! Bastard, let me go—Ugh ah!" Lengal's buttocks received a slap! She cried out in pain! "Bastard—Mmmph mmmph!!" Lengal's mouth was also sealed by Iska with a dark ball gag, and her arms were bound powerlessly like Lucia's: elbows pulled tightly together and bound by ropes, forming a Y-shaped position. The ropes were tightly wrapped from her shoulders, elbows, to wrists, leaving no room for looseness. The ropes above and below her breasts also tightened, squeezing her full breasts even more prominently, leaving deep marks on her skin. The ropes extended from her cleavage, pulled to her neck, and ropes from her shoulders also pulled to the opposite side of her body, tightening her breasts, finally forming a complex pentagram shape in front of her chest. As every inch of her body was tightly restrained, Lengal's smooth skin was exposed without any covering to Iska's control. Her slender waist also did not escape the invasion of the ropes, with several ropes encircling her waist, firmly securing her body, leaving her only able to submit powerlessly. And Iska did not simply bind her waist; she also tied a T-shaped crotch rope at the very bottom of her waist, digging into Lengal's sensitive area—Lucia, who was nearby, was also bound in the same way around her crotch. Then, Lengal's long, shapely thighs and calves were also tightly wrapped by ropes, the ropes digging into her skin circle by circle, her thighs and calves both bound to the point of almost losing sensation. Although her legs were once pillars of strength and elegance, under the pressure of these ropes, they were completely bound, appearing powerless and fragile. Each rope dug deeply into her fair skin, forming distinct marks, binding her thighs and calves into "meat pillars" that could not be broken free.

"Mmmph... mmmph..." Adena, her mouth gagged by a red ball gag, was also working out. She was dressed in a white sports bra and tight athletic shorts, showcasing her firm, well-toned physique, radiating power. Her shoulders were broad, and the lines of her chest and abdomen were clearly visible, revealing the muscles and taut curves developed through years of training. Her arms were still bound tightly behind her in a Japanese rear tie, the ropes locking her body completely within an intricate restraint. Her tensed muscles and powerful shoulders appeared even more defined under the pressure of the ropes, as if every ounce of her strength was concentrated beneath this binding. Her forearms and upper arms were bent at a ninety-degree angle, pressed firmly against her lower back, rendering her immobile. Two loops of rope cinched tightly above and below her breasts, the strong restraint making them more prominent. With every breath she took during her workout, the firm knots and her muscles tightened simultaneously, as if engaged in a silent contest. The taut ropes bound her upper arms securely to her sides, ensuring her torso and arms remained pressed close together. Each rope exuded strength and constraint, not only restricting her upper arms but also pulling them back tightly behind her, ensuring she couldn't escape and thoroughly immobilizing her body. She was forced to maintain a U-shaped bind with her arms behind her back, her hands obediently clasped at her elbows. Her forearms were hoisted upwards by several ropes, restraining them from straightening. The ropes holding her forearms extended up to the sides of her neck, then down to her front, forming a taut Y-shaped rope that dug deeply into her cleavage. Two additional ropes at her back pulled her shoulders tautly forward, then descended to form a complex M-shaped pattern above her breasts. Together, these ropes bound her enormous 38F breasts from all sides, making her chest feel the pressure of the ropes with every breath. Meanwhile, her bare feet were secured to the ground by a spreader bar, its width slightly wider than her shoulders, forcing her into a stable stance that prevented her from bringing her feet together or spreading them further. This position limited her movement, yet she still displayed remarkable body control. More importantly, this posture made her stance appear more open and stable. In this position, Adena, like the two dwarves, was performing bound squats. A barbell was resting on her shoulders, secured tightly to her back by ropes. The weight made the muscles in her shoulders stand out even more. Each squat performed while bound became a significant test of strength and balance. As she slowly squatted, her body's muscles tensed, and the athletic shorts clung to her full buttocks, displaying an ultimate display of fitness. Not only that, but each squat made her buttocks appear rounder and more sensually prominent. The white athletic shorts hugged her body tightly, outlining every muscle and curve, especially the full arc of her buttocks, which looked incredibly alluring. "Mmmph..." Adena let out a soft moan. Even with her arms completely bound, she maintained a firm and steady posture. Her leg muscles tensed as she slowly squatted, the barbell swaying slightly on her shoulders with her movement. As she squatted down to her lowest point, her large, well-toned buttocks jutted high behind her, appearing even rounder and more sensually prominent. The white athletic shorts clung tightly to her backside, outlining every muscle and curve of her buttocks, the arc exceptionally full and incredibly alluring. Simultaneously, the ropes tightened further with her body's movement, making the sensation of restraint even more undeniable. However, there was no expression of pain or struggle on her face; instead, it revealed a sense of focus and calm, as if she had fully accustomed herself to this state of dual restraint and exercise. As she reached the lowest point of her squat, the lines of her buttocks became even more defined, full and powerful, curving roundly towards Barding and Oakray behind her. The spreader bar restricted her leg movements, making her stance more open and stable, allowing the curves of her buttocks to be displayed more prominently, exuding both power and beauty. Her muscular buttocks, encased in the athletic shorts in this state, appeared exceptionally round and full, especially to the dwarves behind her, looking extremely alluring and captivating. "Mmmnh!!!" Then, Adena exhaled forcefully and began to lift the barbell. It was evident that her legs began to tremble and twitch under the full 150kg load. Her large buttocks contracted forward, her massive breasts pushed out, and then she finally stood up: "Hoo~" Adena let out a sigh of relief. This bound squat was not only a limitation of her strength but also a challenge to her stamina. It was a contest between power and restraint. Sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping onto the floor. Adena was no longer the embodiment of a mighty war god, but simply an ordinary female elf releasing her inner emotions through exercise and fitness. On either side of Adena's body were two guide rails, similar to what humans call a "Smith machine," supporting the barbell. While such equipment might be considered effeminate by dwarves, Adena had been exercising for decades every few days, and being bound, it would be quite dangerous without such protective measures. This was a protective apparatus specifically crafted for her by Barding. As for Adena's breathing, it required no protection; she could train intensely even with a gag, for she was an elf. Elves' lung structures are similar to birds', with developed air sacs and an almost perfect oxygen-blood exchange system, allowing for highly efficient respiration with even a small amount of air.

The Dark Elves were different. They inherited the millennia of magical research from their elven kin. This "Trinity Counter-Attack Array" was the smallest scale of battlefield counter-attack array, a tactic they developed specifically to combat powerful single-target spellcasters. It was designed to construct circuits using arcane geometry, guiding and detonating the magic their enemies were accumulating. "Archmage... and three of them!" Narsh wiped the blood from her lips, her face a mask of extreme displeasure. She finally understood that "tactics" and "strategy" were the most terrifying weapons of these elves. Once trapped in such a counter-magic formation, even an Emperor Dragon in its humanoid form (Emperor Dragons in dragon form possessed extremely high magic resistance, and three ordinary Archmages forming an array for magical counter-attack would be unable to suppress them) would be like a fly in amber, powerful but unable to act! Fortunately, once a battlefield counter-attack array was constructed, the mages within it would be unable to cast spells. Apart from countering Narsh, they could not interfere with or harm the others with magic! "Three Archmages? As expected of the Dark Lord's personal guard! It's as difficult as ascending to heaven for an ordinary person to even see one!" The voice belonged to the giant hero Hraesvelgr, whose head was currently high above. He had just cleaved a Minotaur King with his axe. The armor of these Minotaur Kings was incredibly strong; even Valgr's giant battle axe could only dent it, making them difficult to kill! "Wait, this? This is— *cough*!" Narsh suddenly knelt weakly, her hands supporting her on the ground. "This? How is this possible?" "Oooohhhhhh—!!!!" Narsh suddenly let out a furious roar. "Ahhhhhhh, damn it, this is the power of the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom, ahhhhhh!!" After roaring, she collapsed weakly onto the ground. In the distance, Milos, the Dark Lord, riding a dragon, raised his right hand holding the Dark Scepter and his left hand holding a golden disc: the Dragon Soul Covenant Disc. This was a Lilith artifact. In the center of the disc was a full moon symbol of Lilith, surrounded by five glowing gems of red, blue, gold, black, and green. After the Dragonfall War, Aida helped the dragons create this artifact. Four of the Emperor Dragons, excluding Idri, infused their power into it. The artifact's function was to allow Emperor Dragons to shield themselves from the influence of the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom. Although the power of Emperor Dragons was sufficient to resist the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom, it still interfered with their minds. It was like a person with strong willpower being able to quit smoking through sheer determination, but it didn't mean they didn't have cravings; it just meant their willpower was stronger. The Emperor Dragons actually endured the torment of the Dragon Frenzy internally at all times. In fact, if their willpower was weakened in a critical situation, even an Emperor Dragon could fall victim to it again and go mad! After all, Emperor Dragons merely had "strong enough resistance," but due to their strong draconic nature, the power of the Dragon Frenzy they endured far surpassed that of other dragons! They absolutely detested this constant internal torment. Since the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom was constructed from Lilith's power, Aida combined the power of the Dragon Kings with Lilith's power, enabling dragons capable of resisting the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom to completely ignore this force. Of course, it was ineffective against dragons unable to resist the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom. Four Emperor Dragons, excluding Idri, infused their power into it. Therefore, in a sense, it was also a covenant, hence its name "Covenant Disc." Idri refused because she believed herself to be the supreme being in the universe and didn't need the help of pointy-eared beings to resist the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom. Moreover, accepting their help would imply she was inferior to them, which was absolutely unacceptable! This disc was later kept on the planet Lilith—until recently, when Lilith was occupied by the Star Elves, and the artifacts fell into the hands of the Star Elves and Dark Elves, eventually reaching the hands of the second-in-command Dark Lord. Besides allowing the four Emperor Dragons to be immune to the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom, this disc was also developed by the Dark Elves for a new use—by reversing its function, they could utilize the power infused by the four Dragon Kings to forcibly amplify the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom's power several times over, suppressing any dragon other than the four Dragon Kings! And this was Lilith's disc; this suppression also took a Lilith-like form— *Clang!* With the crisp sound of metal colliding, countless golden, corporeal chains inscribed with runes shot out from the void in all directions, like living golden vipers, instantly coiling around Narsh, who had collapsed on the ground. This was a humiliating punishment for the Dragon Queen. Narsh's imposing leather coat as a Khan and her majestic wolf fur collar now served as padding as the chains tightened around her flesh. "Ugh—!!" Narsh let out a muffled groan. The golden chains possessed immense power, forcibly pulling her arms back with brutal force. With the groaning of bones, her arms were violently pulled behind her by the chains, her elbows forced together and squeezed, forming a perfect "V" shape with her upper arms behind her back. Then, her forearms were folded to their limit, pressed upwards along her spine until her hands were forced to clasp together behind her neck, contorting her into an extremely twisted and devout "reverse prayer" pose. Dozens of cold, golden chains wrapped around her forearms, binding her two forearms tightly together, making them impossible to separate. More chains snaked around her upper body. Two thick golden cables encircled her ribcage, tightening above and below her full breasts, which were encased in the leather coat. The chains tightened mercilessly, digging deep into the leather fabric and causing the soft flesh beneath the coat to bulge out extremely. These two loops of chain stretched backward, connecting to her bound upper arms, ensuring that her entire upper body, held in the "V" shape behind her back, was pressed tightly against her torso, leaving no room for struggle. Next, a thin chain with barbs secured her clasped wrists at the nape of her neck. It then forked like a viper, pulling down along the sides of her neck to cross beneath her fair throat, forming a "Y" shape filled with forbidden beauty, digging deeply into her cleavage and pushing aside the two mounds of flesh tightly encased by the leather. But this was not enough. From her wrists, locked behind her back, two additional golden chains extended. They crossed over Narsh's shoulders, adorned with wolf fur, tightening her shoulders before crossing and pulling towards the opposite collarbone, finally tightening down on the outer sides of her breasts. These chains intertwined across her chest, cooperating with the chain in her cleavage, binding her pair of magnificent breasts tightly from all directions. The leather coat creaked under the pressure of the golden chains, and the lines of the coat, outlined by the chains, formed a shameful inverted pentagram. Inside her coat, above her hips and at the narrowest part of her waist, a golden chain tightly encircled her torso, accentuating her astonishing waist-to-hip ratio. Then, a specially designed "T" shaped chain hung down from the center of her waist, following her flat abdomen, and directly dug into the crotch of her black, tight leather pants. The cold, hard metal chain deeply embedded itself into the sensitive triangle area, forcing the thick leather pants into the flesh, causing continuous, intense stimulation and pressure. The chain then wrapped around her crotch and dug deeply into the crevice of her perky buttocks, locking into the waist ring at the small of her back. Her legs were not spared either. Despite wearing tough black leather pants, the golden chains still wrapped around them mercilessly. Her thighs were encircled a full four times, and her calves were also encircled four times. Each chain bit deeply into the leather and flesh, causing the pants to sink in. Under this extreme binding, her originally slender and powerful legs were constricted into segmented shapes, the plump thigh flesh beneath the leather pants bulging out at the edges of the chains, like two forcefully tightened, fleshy black sausages. "Ugh... ha... Let go... of me..." Narsh knelt in the dust. The once imperious Khan, the powerful Emperor Dragon, was now bound by golden chains into an unmovable meat dumpling. Her deep blue ponytail hung limply behind her, and the golden horns on her head, symbols of her power, seemed dull in the sunlight. She wanted to struggle, but the suppression from Lilith's divine power rendered her unable to move even a finger. She could only be forced to arch her chest under the inverted pentagram of chains, displaying her humiliation and powerlessness. "Khan, are you alright?! Roar—!!!!" Conan went berserk and charged towards Narsh. He swung his blade at the chains, the physical manifestation of the Dragon Frenzy Maelstrom's power. Naturally, he could not harm the chains at all! Not only could he not harm them, but these special chains were fluid-like to anything other than Narsh, and his blade passed right through! If Conan, even in his berserk state, hadn't been concerned for Narsh and stopped after merely slicing her sleeve, she would have been cut in half! "Watch out behind you! Idiot!" Narsh, lying on the ground, felt pain from the chains constricting her entire body, but her warrior's instinct allowed her to glimpse the danger behind Conan. A cunning Minotaur King, taking advantage of Conan's attack animation against the chains, was raising its warhammer, preparing to smash the barbarian's skull. Narsh, disregarding the pain from the chains binding her body, suddenly lifted her head. Her once proud and cold lips now became her only weapon.

"This is it!" Arhana regretted it the moment she teleported. Before her appeared several demons. They weren't particularly important; their leader was a Hell Lord. He was originally dozens of meters tall, but under the effect of magic, he was only the size of a horse. He was Ambrosius, the leader of the Nightmare Steeds, a type of demonic warhorse wreathed in flames, also known as Hellfire Warhorses. If it were just a Hell Lord, Arhana could handle it. However, he was currently conversing with a figure about two meters tall, clad in dark armor, wearing a magnificent metal helmet with an opening resembling the Chinese character "门" (mén), adorned with imposing, massive horns. His skin was a dark blue – a member of the Celestial Demon race. He was none other than the infamous Demon Realm Emperor! There was no time to ponder why she hadn't considered the implications of teleporting alone. She also had no time to dodge. After a brief engagement with the Hell Lord, the Demon Realm Emperor, the Emperor's demonic warriors, and the Hell Lord's demons, Arhana was clearly outmatched. The Demon Realm Emperor pinned her to the ground with his hand. "Ugh!!!" A black metal collar was placed around Arhana's neck. Then, a black single-handed gauntlet was fitted onto both her arms, forcing Arhana's elbows together, her forearms pressed tightly against each other, forming a straight Y-shape behind her. The gauntlet's straps were then pulled to the front of her neck, crossing in an X-shape, tightening above Arhana's breasts and securing her hands. "Mmph! Mmph!!" Arhana's mouth was then gagged with a ball gag. She realized she was completely unable to cast spells. "The strength test is satisfactory," the Demon Realm Emperor said coldly. "I originally intended to have these demons find a powerful female nearby for testing. I didn't expect to encounter the renowned Princess Starfall." The Demon Realm Emperor continued, "The territories of the demon race don't have many powerful spellcasters. The Celestial Demons are a potent magical race, but their strength lies primarily in their mid-tier mages, who are even stronger than elven mid-tier spellcasters. However, their top-tier strength has a significant gap. The Demon Realm Emperor is the only Origin Mage. Great Archmages are also few and far between. They have a large number of spellcasters equivalent to elven Magisters and High Magisters, but that's where it ends." The Demon Realm Emperor had obtained a testing device from the Dark Elves, which was the collar and gauntlet currently on Arhana's neck, intending to test the capabilities of this restraint. This restraint was merely a prototype with many flaws. This prototype was an imperfect replica created by Faelan, imitating the silver-blue restraint provided by Malaxis. He simply wanted to find a powerful woman to test it on, and capturing her would be a bonus. Initially, the Demon Realm Emperor had planned to test it in the area where angels and demons clashed, seeking a powerful female angel or demoness. This restraint didn't just seal magic; it could seal all abilities of the wearer, much like the collar on Lucia's neck. However, this one wasn't as indestructible, being a test item. Therefore, testing it on a spellcaster wouldn't fully reveal its capabilities, as the collar didn't solely seal magic. The Dark Lord wanted to test its ability to seal all of the opponent's powers, such as an angel's various superpowers. This was the Demon Realm Emperor's original intention. However, Arhana practically delivered herself to him. She was a powerful High Priestess, capable of divine intervention, a weekly ability to forcefully resolve issues by praying to the gods. This power bypassed anti-magic, as divine power was not magic. But it seemed this power was indeed sealed. Arhana couldn't use it. After all, this wasn't the Temple of Shar, which could suppress the divine intervention of other deities, but a small forest in the wilderness. If she could use it, she would have already. "Well done. Take her away," the Demon Realm Emperor said coldly. A nearby demon warrior, clad in imposing black and gold armor, immediately fitted additional shackles and a 30-centimeter chain onto Arhana, then slung her over his shoulder! "Mmph! Mmph!!" Arhana whimpered helplessly, unable to do anything. Meanwhile, not far away. "You all stay hidden! There's a battle here!" Aram looked at the distant sky, where flashes of white light and magic erupted, clearly indicating a fierce battle. He shouted to the freed slaves behind him, "I'm going to see if there's anything I can do to help!" As he spoke, he drew "Lightbringer" from his waist, and a blinding radiance erupted as he charged towards the distance. And at the place where Aram's gaze was fixed, emanating light, the Demon Realm Emperor swung his massive battle-axe, and a powerful dark shockwave shattered several angels in the sky. "I didn't expect you to draw angels here, demon," the Demon Realm Emperor said, holding his battle-axe. Beside him stood Ambrosius, the Hell Nightmare Steed, who had returned to his original size of dozens of meters. He was wreathed in hellfire, spewing it at a four-winged angel in the sky. "Boom! Boom!!" The angels continuously fired light cannons towards the ground. Ambrosius, while spewing flames, said to the Demon Realm Emperor, "I didn't expect them to track me here either." "Because you're a Hell Lord, they could find you easily," the Demon Realm Emperor said with displeasure. Beside him was a demon warrior in black armor, carrying Arhana over his shoulder. She struggled, her hands restrained by the gauntlet. "Mmph! Mmph!!" "Quiet," the demon warrior, whose skin was a dark grayish-blue, said before slapping Arhana's backside – "Smack!!" "Mmph!!" Arhana cried out in pain from the slap on her backside! "This is your demonic feud. Although people always call us demons, we are not the same as you. I'm leaving." Saying this, the Demon Realm Emperor raised his left hand and began to teleport—

"Mother." Ada looked at herself, divine and radiating a wisdom and maturity far beyond her own years. Ada and the Lilith before her embraced tightly. Ever since Ada had learned to create this split persona years ago, she had conceived of this idea. She longed to embrace her creator, just as she had been embraced by her birth mother. Filled with tenderness, maternal love. The two then held each other and kissed. Lilith was the goddess of love, and she loved everything – the love between lovers, of course. Deities had no taboos. Legend had it that Lilith had had various intimate relationships with her brothers. Towards the daughter she had created – essentially molded from clay, not a true "blood relative" – she naturally had even fewer inhibitions. Ada, too, felt no resistance towards this "mother" with whom she shared no biological kinship. They held each other, kissing. This was her daily ritual after completing her sacrifices. "Sizzle, clatter, sizzle, clatter." Four brass automatons marched forward with heavy steps. Ada's artifact technology had also advanced by leaps and bounds. She could now set up more powerful artificial intelligences, nearly catching up to Bishamon, the chief artifact master under Indra (though the most powerful artifact master in the elven kingdom was the perpetually arrogant Fëanor, who refused to be subordinate to Indra). The brass automatons, controlled by artificial intelligence, held ropes and forcibly pulled the mother and daughter apart. The two women had Ada's own saliva in their mouths, and they were forcibly separated. This was, of course, part of the automatons' programmed settings. They were compulsive and would compulsively bind the mother and daughter. Two magic-nullifying collars were directly placed around the mother and daughter's necks. Originally, Lilith's possessed avatar should have vanished into thin air. But Lilith was a deity, and even an avatar possessed by her would not be so easily destroyed, especially since she was the goddess of magic. Even if her main body were bound, she was still the goddess of magic. As the goddess of magic, she forcibly maintained the form of her avatar, but divine possession of a mortal still required adherence to worldly magical and physical laws, and she was now magic-nullified. Lilith experienced the sensation of losing her magic, and within her, she felt... incredibly comfortable and delighted. Then, the brass automatons, holding ropes, forcibly bound the mother and daughter. "Mother...!" Ada looked at her mother with reluctance. Lilith looked at Ada with equal reluctance: "Ada!" She was indeed becoming increasingly human, even learning to call Ada "Ada" like her brothers Arien to foster closeness. Both their arms were pulled behind them, their elbows forcibly pressed together by the golems. The golems took the ropes, which had been doused with Avalon's holy water and personally enchanted by Lilith to glow like neon lights (clearly, Avalon's water alone could not have caused the ropes to transform; the ropes had transformed because it was Lilith's divine will). They began to bind the women's arms relentlessly. Countless loops of rope tightly bound their wrists, below their elbows, and above their elbows, simultaneously pulling their arms together as tightly as possible. The force was so great that both women cried out, "Ahhh!!!" At the same time, the glowing ropes binding their arms were pulled to the front, tightly constricting their breasts from above and below, their slender waists, and their lower abdomens, digging into the exquisite diamond-sequined dresses! Because their arms were bound so tightly, their shoulders were involuntarily pulled back by the constriction of their arms. The High Priestess and the Goddess were forced to hold their heads high and chests out, maximally thrusting forward their large, full pairs of white breasts. The ropes binding their breasts from above and below further compressed them into horizontally elongated ellipsoidal mountains spanning their torsos. The golems were very rough. While binding their arms behind them, they used the rope loops to create vertical wraps along the gaps of their arms, linking them one by one along the inner seams of their arms. These vertical loops further tightened the horizontal ropes binding their wrists and elbows, embedding themselves into the goddess's and priestess's arms like manacles and arm restraints. Next, from the middle of the ropes on their upper arms, the golems pulled ropes upwards along the sides of their necks and brought them to the front, directly constricting their chest mountains in a Y-shape, splitting them into two peaks. The ropes connected with the ropes below their breasts, then extra ropes wrapped around the lower edges of their breasts, pulled to the sides of their breasts, and tied again with the ropes below their breasts. They then pulled taut the outer sides of the two round peaks, preventing the enormous mounds from collapsing towards their sides, tightly constricting and securing them from all directions, making them even more towering, ensuring that all sides of the mountains were locked in place, only able to "collapse" towards the sky. Finally, above their breasts, these two outer ropes were pulled directly to the sides of the opposite necks and tied behind them. In the front, a pentagram was directly formed, its tip inserted into the cleavage! The Star Goddess and the "brightest star in the sky" both had golden, glowing five-pointed stars bound onto their chests! Both shameful and beautiful! "Ada!" Lilith looked at her daughter, bound in such a way, with deep sadness. It was all her fault that her daughter was bound like this. Originally, as a deity, Lilith had no particular affection for her "daughter," viewing her more as a tool, much like Ada viewed these golems. However, Lilith, now constrained by Shar's ropes limiting her divinity, felt a great deal more maternal affection for Ada. "Mother!" Ada also looked at her mother with sadness. Dragging her divine mother into this was indeed her fault. The golems, equipped with Ada's custom-programmed mechanical magic, pushed the mother and daughter together. Their soft, enormous breasts pressed tightly against each other. The mother and daughter, faces grief-stricken, pressed their faces together and kissed sorrowfully. "Mmm... mmmph..." The golems then crouched down and used the neon-glowing ropes to tightly wrap and bind the women's skirts to their thighs, rendering them immobile. Four loops of rope bound their thighs, and another four loops bound their calves. Now, both the goddess and the priestess were bound into two beautiful mermaids, adorned with golden embroidery and sparkling starlight on their pure white tails! "Mmm, mmmph..." The mother and daughter continued to kiss sorrowfully. At this point, the golems brought a gag with a hole, attached to four leather straps, clearly intended for shared use. The golems forcibly pried open the mother and daughter's mouths and inserted the gag, forcing them to share it. "Mmmph, mmmph!!! Mmmph mmmph ooh!!!" Their mouths were thus locked together, lips pressed against lips, only able to look at each other helplessly, emitting muffled sounds. A mechanical fairy flew over. The fairy was the same size as a regular fairy, constructed from a material resembling wood but more akin to plastic, colored a pale blue. Her wings were made of crystal. This was Ada's "butler," the only construct capable of speech. The construct, with a voice that was clearly non-living yet melodious, like that of a musical instrument, said, "Master, Goddess, please move your hair." "Mmm, mmm..." Neither Lilith nor Ada moved their hair. Ada's hair, reaching her ankles, could be moved freely, though with very little force, primarily to shift its position and prevent it from getting in the way, such as by being stepped on or pulled. "Mmm, mmmph..." Both knew what moving their hair meant. It was too shameful. Their hair emitting golden light was not meant for *that*. They were noble priestesses, a goddess, the light of lights, the goddess of magic... "Smack! Smack!!!" The golems directly took out spanking paddles and delivered two hard slaps to their buttocks! The blows made them cry out in muffled whimpers! "Mmmph!!!" The two cried out in pain, mixed with saliva flowing from the gag! "Please cooperate," said the mechanical fairy. The mother and daughter looked at each other in despair and could only desperately control their hair, wrapping it around each other's bodies.

Sola Dragonfist stood there, frozen in a punching pose. Still wearing her maid's headdress, she was clad in a brand-new, incredibly ornate, heavy power armor. The faceplate was open, revealing a face that was both heroic and flushed with rage as she glared at Dolim, who had been sent flying. If one didn't look past the internal view, she would appear as a majestic dwarf warrior. But beneath this steel shell, Sola was suffering a "metal restraint" more suffocating than before. Inside the armor, she was still in her maid outfit, but the rough hemp ropes that had bound her outside the outfit were gone. In their place were colder, harder, and more merciless custom metal strips. These finger-width flexible metal strips, like living steel vines, dug tightly into her flesh. Across her chest, two metal strips were cinched horizontally, one pressing against the upper curve of her large breasts and the other at their base, rigidly fixing and compressing the pair of ample mounds like cannonballs. Simultaneously, they extended to the sides of her body, digging into the muscles of her powerful upper arms and forcing them backward. Behind her was a metal cage so intricate it was maddening. Her forearms and upper arms were forcibly bent into a "Japanese rear-handed box binding" posture, with metal strips woven into a sturdy cage net that locked these arms tightly. Her forearms, in particular, were bound together by several crisscrossing metal strips that extended upward, forming a clear, Chinese character "丰" (fēng, meaning abundant or plentiful) shaped metal cage structure in the center of her back. This "丰" shaped metal frame extended upwards along the sides of her neck, exploding at the shoulders into a dense metal mesh that enveloped her rounded, fragrant shoulders. At the nodes of the shoulder mesh, a pair of mechanical prosthetic limb skeletons, formed from several metal tubes, extended outwards, ending in a pair of metal hands. Her lower body suffered the same treatment. Her legs were bent completely at the knees, her calves forcibly restrained, folded, and fixed behind her thighs by a metal mesh, forcing her entire body into a perpetual kneeling posture. Below the knees, connected to the metal mesh, were a pair of mechanical prosthetic lower legs filled with hydraulic rods. This was the all-metal restraint exoskeleton custom-made for her sister Sola by Dolim's hired senior engineer, and it was inscribed with Okri's special "Restraint Prosthetic Runes." Over this exoskeleton was fitted the new power armor, designed to conceal her prisoner's posture while granting her terrifying combat power. The power armor was entirely in the royal deep red and tyrant gold hues, forged from the finest black iron and mithril alloys of the dwarves, exuding a suffocating industrial aesthetic of violence. Unlike the slender and streamlined elven armor, it was filled with dwarven style's sturdiness and weight, like a mobile steel fortress. Its torso was designed to be exceptionally bulging and thick to conceal the extremely proud posture within, with dwarven runes carved onto the breastplate. The back armor perfectly and completely swallowed and hid Sola's arms, folded and bound behind her, leaving no trace from the outside. Most exaggerated were its leg armors, a pair of extremely wide, cylindrical heavy leg guards like temple pillars. The armor compartments in the thigh sections were deliberately widened and thickened, filled with high-density cushioning gel, enough to completely conceal Sola's own legs, forced into a folded kneeling posture, along with the metal restraint net. The mechanical lower leg sections below the knees exposed thick hydraulic pistons and transmission gears. Each step would emit white high-pressure steam and a heavy metallic clang. The entire armor surface was inscribed with dense blue runes that flashed with dazzling light as Sola's anger surged, proof that Okri's "Restraint Prosthetic Runes," capable of directly connecting the exoskeleton to the nervous system and thoughts, were operating at full power. At the ends of the power armor's mechanical arms were a pair of chilling weapons. They were a pair of enormous metal fists, each larger than an adult dwarf's head by two sizes. The surface of the gauntlets was not smooth but covered in rugged spikes and complex lightning runes. As Sola's rage grew, streaks of dazzling azure lightning leaped and circled wildly across the surface of the iron fists, emitting a crackling sound of electricity. These were the divine artifacts Sola had lost on the battlefield, now recovered by Dolim and installed on this restraint power armor – the Fists of Thor! "Ouch... my butt... my waist..." Dolim struggled to climb out of the pile of scrap metal. Although he wasn't seriously injured thanks to his top-tier armor, the impact of that punch made him feel like he'd been hit head-on by a battering ram. But as he looked up and saw his sister's majestic (though forced) appearance, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face: "Hahahaha! It worked! Okri, that bald guy is truly a genius! Sister, look! How cool you look now! This is the warrior of our Dragonfist family! Even though you're tied up like a zongzi inside and can't move, these iron fists are real!" "Do! Lim!" Although Sola controlled the power armor through the neural connection runes, the pain and shame of being constricted by the metal strips inside her body were real. "You scoundrel! Let me out! This thing is digging into me... Ugh! It's digging into my flesh!" Sola roared, controlling the heavy mechanical leg armor to stride forward with a "clang, clang." Although she looked like a thunderous, domineering force from the outside, only she knew that she was actually suspended inside the power armor in an extremely humiliating kneeling posture. Every command issued was accompanied by the intimate metal strips further squeezing and grinding against her full flesh, the feeling of being utterly imprisoned within steel was incredibly bizarre. "No, no, Sister! My dear Sister! I! I—Oh my god!!" Dolim's head was lifted like a chick by the giant Fists of Thor, his feet kicking wildly in the air.