Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)-Chapter 477: Fiery Explosion and the Magma Hell

Third Person’s POV

It was then that a faint, razor-sharp sound sliced through the chaos, and two blurry crimson eyes suddenly appeared behind Solomon.

For the first time, the Enforcement Elder felt that something was wrong.

Still, it was already too late as a thin, elegant blood-red sword flashed through the air, leaving only a fleeting wisp of scarlet lightning behind it as it slashed toward his neck with terrifying precision.

The strike was so fast that Solomon did not even have time to turn his head. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

The blade carved into his neck and sliced through nearly a quarter of his thick flesh before grinding to a halt against bone.

In the next heartbeat, a heaven-shaking roar of rage and pain exploded outward, the shockwave blasting everything away, including the falling ash, the raging flames, and even Lady Raven herself, whose figure finally re-materialized fully from the collapsing inferno.

Gone were her voluminous red robes as she now stood clad in skin-tight blood-red armor that hugged her unexpectedly slender yet deadly figure.

Her long hair was tied back into a sharp ponytail, and her long, narrow crimson eyes burned with icy killing intent.

Blackened, scorched wounds marred her arms and waist, yet she stood unbowed, gripping her long, thin crimson sword as faint arcs of blood-colored lightning danced along its edge.

Ethan’s gaze swept over her, and he was not surprised that she was alive despite the apocalyptic ambush attack spell she faced.

As he looked at her body, his gaze didn’t linger on the skin-tight armor molding to her womanly form, the ugly blackened wounds marring parts of her skin, or even the lethally thin scarlet sword in her grip.

Instead, his focus was pulled to the lines of her beautiful body itself.

Her figure was slender and even willowy, to be exact, while her breasts were modest compared to all the women he had tasted and known in this second life of his.

They were very small, but his lustful heart couldn’t help but get excited while imagining their delicateness and how her pert peaks would feel in his hands and his mouth that she hid beneath that tight armor of hers.

He didn’t discriminate among women based on their figures or breast size.

Instead, he believed that each type had its own charm, and he aimed to taste each and every one of them and add them to his harem in the future.

Lady Raven’s figure was far from petite, and it held a surprising, ripe curviness that spoke of a different kind of abundance.

Her waist dipped in before flaring out into hips that carried a generous, full swell, and her ass... it was a pronounced, round curve that promised a soft, gripping handful despite the lean frame above it.

And it didn’t look out of proportion or weird in any way.

Instead, it only served to attract him even more.

Looking at her, a raw, hungry thought crystallized in Ethan’s mind that she was a completely different flavor.

All the women in his life thus far, including his Master Nyx, Virelle, and Lucy, shared a common theme of lush, heavy breasts and dramatic hourglass proportions.

But this Lady Raven, she was like a refined, elusive vintage.

Her allure was in her sleek strength and those contrasting, juicy curves in all the right lower places.

The fact that she was a being of immense power and her true age was hidden within that youthful shell only stoked his lust hotter.

His lust was predatory and deeply erotic in nature as the fantasy of this formidable, deadly woman becoming his and the thought that her cold and dominant personality would melt for him alone sent a thrilling jolt straight to his core.

The idea that he would pin this powerful and experienced woman beneath his crotch and take her in all the ways imaginable while she could only moan beneath him made his heart pound against his ribs.

But his lustful fantasy was shattered in the next violent instant as a world ending blast erupted to his left.

The concussion was a physical one, and a wall of force struck his head with the weight of a mountain, causing his vision in his left eye to whiten out into searing, painful blindness.

The furious howl of Elder Solomon was the last clear sound before chaos swallowed everything as the demonic elder had driven his colossal fist into the very foundation of the square.

What followed was not mere fire, but the earth’s molten lava that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

A shockwave of pure, incinerating force radiated outward first and lifted everyone and everything present in the square.

Ethan, his three women, and the few remaining stragglers that had been too slow or too brave to flee were all scooped up like leaves in a hurricane.

Their bodies were flung helplessly into the screaming air, but they were saved as in the next second came the boiling lava.

It formed a roiling wave of liquid fire and death that chased the shockwave to scorch and consume all it touched.

The aerial journey of the young men and women was a blur of terror and disorientation.

Ethan tumbled through heat-blasted air with the world becoming a spinning montage of sky, debris, and hellish orange glow.

He landed with a brutal, bone-jarring impact that knocked the wind from his lungs as he skidded across ruined stone.

Around him, others also started to rain down in a gruesome hail with thuds and cracks punctuated by screams of agony as many people’s bones snapped like dry twigs.

As for those who had escaped earlier or been shielded by the quick-acting professors could only stare in horror at the once beautiful plaza that was now gone and was replaced by a bubbling, erupting hellscape that looked like a literal volcano born in the heart of the academy.

And hovering serenely above this self-made inferno was the transformed Elder Solomon.

His bald pate had vanished beneath a wild, flowing mane of dark red hair that fell to his waist.