My wife is an immortal black snake.

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Koschke's lips twitched. Noticing that Hela was indeed eating properly, her mood suddenly relaxed. She sighed, told Monica to "go check if her master is eating properly," and then decided—

If all else fails, we'll just raise that little bat as our child from now on.

Just thinking about the little bat's expression made Koschke feel much better. She started eating her meal while also looking forward to the end of the civil war, hoping that her life with Yang Hao would be more fulfilling after she changed bodies.

Then—she immediately realized something and inwardly berated herself:

Indeed, for the immortals, love is also a poison. With his mind completely preoccupied with family life, is Koschke acting like this?! Absolutely not!

Koschei, you are an immortal who strives for the prosperity of Ursus!

This can't go on! Romantic ties and such can't be broken off for a year or two now and then—

“Aunt Koschei—! Here you go!” Hela seemed to have discovered something amusing. When Koschei looked in the direction of her voice, he found Hela showing off the caviar sandwich she had made—and then she put the sandwich on Koschei’s cutlery.

"...hehe."

Let's forget about it. Isn't it fine as it is now?

The great Duke of Kosiché chose to temporarily abandon his thoughts in front of his husband's children.

Meanwhile, Monica, who had been asked by Duke Kosiché to check on her master's condition, looked in the mirror and before she could even speak, she saw her master sleeping soundly with his head resting on Ms. Sonia's chest, looking completely at ease.

Monica almost punched him at that moment—especially after hearing Sonia shamelessly whisper in her husband's ear, "Rest more, it doesn't matter if you become useless."

Chapter 75 8.2.0

all in all--

Yang Hao's dream was undisturbed in any way.

He buried his face between Sonia's breasts, feeling her maternal love with a look of pure bliss.

Then, while rubbing against her gently, soothed by her soft lullaby, and accompanied by her tender whispers, he entered the House of Elegy.

Although he had already negotiated terms with Miss Wange, agreeing to come every five days, Yang Hao still wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing there...

Was it simply a date with Miss Elegy?

Or should I just chat with her?

Or is it...

He shivered violently, breaking out in a cold sweat, and dared not think further into the direction he feared—if only his body could sweat in the House of Elegy.

"Welcome."

Faced with Yang Hao's predicament, Miss Wange's position seemed to have become unpredictable at some point. She sat about five meters away from Yang Hao, holding a sickle, and appeared to be smiling at him: "You kept your promise, so it seems I really should reward you."

"But I'm not quite sure what I need to do if I come here every five days..."

“You don’t need to do anything. You can come and browse the products as usual, or ask me some questions. Of course, if you want, you can come and keep me company to pass the time.”

"Haha... Well then, that's settled."

Yang Hao chuckled dryly and took a few steps forward. Then, he grabbed Miss Wange's outstretched hand, pulled her up from the railing, and asked her his first question—

So, what exactly is Hela?

"Hela? Heh, as you know, she's not a perfect living doll, is she? A truly perfect living doll needs to be made by you personally. At best, she's a doll that is 'very human-like'."

"I don't quite understand... what exactly does a truly perfect living doll mean?"

"This means that you are creating a new deity—although the new deity is not yet fully formed, the living doll you made is indeed a [god]. You can tell this from the materials you used to make the doll, right?"

The "blood of the gods" thing... Yang Hao blinked dryly, realizing that it seemed to be a fallacy.

To put it another way, Yang Hao needs the power of a god to force a god to bleed, but before becoming an ascendant, he needs the blood of a god to complete his ascension and create his own puppet.

However, a question arises: how can he, who is still a mortal, make a god bleed?

That's strange... Or is there another way to persuade the gods to shed blood?

Um...

I seem to recall that there were indeed gods who were sealed away in the Great Yan region?

Or perhaps we could ask Princess Wei Qing about it later?

Yang Hao's eyes darted around, and after a moment, he quieted down and said with a wry smile:

"In short, I understand... So, let's just walk around and chat."

Aren't you going to look at the merchandise?

"Anyway, you'll let me know directly if anything I need comes along. Why would I rush to look at products with huge side effects that might be completely useless in the current situation?"

"hehe."

Miss Elegy smiled, and then, in accordance with Yang Hao's wishes, she led him around and chatted about other things.

They wandered around the House of Elegy, and before long they arrived at the place where the goods were kept.

"So we've come full circle... By the way, Miss Elegy, can't you really tell me who created Hela?"

"Hehe. I won't tell you. But she sees you as her father, and you take care of her like your own child. She will try her best to repay your care, isn't that enough?"

"But if it were possible..."

"No."

Miss Elegy reached out and gently touched Yang Hao's lips. Under Yang Hao's surprised gaze, she somewhat forcefully stuffed her finger into Yang Hao's mouth, and her finger emitted a sweet, citrusy fragrance.

Is this the first time someone has done this? Yang Hao's mouth hung open, his face full of astonishment. He dared not bite down, afraid of hurting Miss Wange's fingers. But his worry became Miss Wange's reason to continue—she gently pried open Yang Hao's teeth with her fingers, and then gently slid them back and forth between his upper and lower teeth.

"??!"

"Hehe. It's alright, it's alright, I know my limits—and the feeling you give me tells me you don't resist it." Miss Elegy's soft laughter brought Yang Hao back to his senses. She pulled her wet fingers out of Yang Hao's mouth, wiped them clean with her own clothes or some cloth she didn't know where she got them from, and then she remarked, "But I'm still surprised that the girls around you haven't done anything so forceful to you. After all, if you think about it, apart from that head maid Monica and that Miss Margarita—everyone else is incredibly possessive, isn't she?"

"...Let's include Margarita for now?"

"But this cute little bat didn't even get involved."

"Ugh."

"But anyway, Mr. Yang Hao, you could try it on your partner next time, okay?"

"No, no. I'm afraid they'll force me to do this later."

"Haha, have some confidence in yourself, okay?"

"I am confident, but not arrogant—look at my physical abilities, who can I beat besides Her Majesty Catherine the Great..."

"That's true. Good luck with your efforts."

Miss Wange gently stroked Yang Hao's hair. "Speaking of which," she said, "although I know we're bound by a shared destiny, what you're doing terrifies me..."

Yang Hao swallowed hard.

Noticing Yang Hao's cold sweat, Miss Elegy chuckled a few times, put down her scythe, and then pressed herself against Yang Hao's body.

"What are you afraid of, Mr. Yang Hao?"

"That, that..."

Yang Hao broke out in a cold sweat even more. He was beginning to understand why Miss Wange insisted he come every five days...

"Please rest assured, my relationship with you is closer than anyone else's—that's a fact." Miss Elegy pinched Yang Hao's cheek. Her face was still shrouded in thick fog, but Yang Hao felt, perhaps it was just his imagination, that he could vaguely see her features. "So I won't hurt you, okay? After all, if you die, I'll die too. If you're hurt, I'll be hurt too. If your emotions change, my emotions will change too—we're that closely connected... understand?"

"Yes Yes..."

I have a feeling, Miss Elegy, there's something more to your words...

As Yang Hao pondered this, a new event popped up in front of him:

[Event: What do you think?]

...

grass.

He was dragged to the ground by Miss Elegy.

Before leaving the House of Lament, he vaguely saw the mist on Miss Lament's face gradually dissipating...

Chapter 76 8.3.5

From August 3rd onwards, the Duchy of Kosiché began a tense and exciting period of preparation.

Despite the support of high-quality equipment from the [Mars Military Factory], despite the large number of soldiers diligently training with the equipment brought back from the landships by the ponies, and despite the mercenaries provided by Therese having completed a day of adaptation and now beginning to carry out Duke Koschke's mission, while also lingering in the Sarkaz settlement and infected settlement areas, forgetting that their homeland is called Kazdel—

But all these changes pale in comparison to the biggest change.

That is—Duke Nikolai has truly gone mad. Not only has he slaughtered everyone still alive in his city, but he has also inscribed a massive and blasphemous ritual on his city walls—although the Scales observing from the sidelines don't understand what the six-pointed star symbol formed by the toppled buildings spanning the entire city means, they know that if they don't do everything they can to destroy the city before Duke Nikolai completes the ritual... then things will be in trouble.

Fortunately, whether due to insufficient materials or some other reason, Duke Nikolai did not abandon his plan to attack the Duchy of Kosiché. The Serpent Scales claimed that the basic material needed for the ritual was likely blood, and if their speculation was correct, the ritual site, which was currently only half-filled with blood from their own people, would require the blood of a quarter of the people of the Duchy of Kosiché to be fully completed.

In other words, Duke Nikolai's purpose in coming here may not have been to find a way to survive, but simply to kill more people to carry out his blasphemous rituals.

"So...more important than worrying about the city being occupied is preventing them from killing our people...?"

"Probably. Duke Nikolai's ritual requires a lot of blood to complete. He has already killed and sacrificed all the citizens in his city who did not have time to escape. There is still more than half of the progress left... I think we need to pay close attention to casualties in the upcoming war."

"This is disgusting... I simply cannot understand it..."

"Honey, you don't need to understand. Besides, you seem really tired. Do you want to rest?"

"Haha... well, there's no other way... and besides, let's forget about resting. Let's not bother Monica and Sonia right now, okay? We need to get our work done first..."

Yang Hao chuckled dryly. Since Monica recently took on a new job called "taking the kids out to play," he and Koschke have been unable to have Monica come over to serve them whenever they want.

As a substitute, Sonia's mother has been coming over to help out quite often lately? But then again, the scene yesterday afternoon where Yang Hao woke up to find Sonia's mother confronting Monica still gave him quite a fright...

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the scene and his experience in the House of Lament. He reread the documents and intelligence his wife had handed him.

The document and intelligence report were a set. Both contained information about the Duke of Nikolai's possible attack routes—to be honest, Yang Hao only had a very basic understanding of military matters. With the Sarkaz mercenaries under the command of Mr. Bozocasti, the local soldiers of the Duke of Kosice under the command of the local general, and Mr. Napoleon commanding the fully-strength Gauls, Yang Hao and Kosice only needed to explain to them the key points that needed to be protected in this war, and they would handle all aspects of the strategic deployment themselves.

So in a sense, Yang Hao felt that it was okay for him not to look at the intelligence... However, under Kosiché's insistence, he still obediently read through all the intelligence and thoroughly understood the map.

“Hmm… their main force can only attack from the checkpoint, but the infiltration troops can bypass it through the surrounding mountains and valleys? I remember there aren’t many conscious soldiers left in the Nikolai Duchy, right?” Yang Hao turned to his wife and asked in a puzzled tone, “If that’s the case… they should only take the main route?”

The vast majority of Duke Nikolai's soldiers had lost their human intelligence—perhaps due to excessive cannibalism. The serpent scales had captured some of Duke Nikolai's personal guards, and upon subsequent medical autopsies, they discovered that their brains were riddled with cavities...

Well, even if these poor people can still understand human speech, they probably can only "understand" it, right? They might not even be able to live for another year or two, so Yang Hao doubted whether these soldiers were capable of carrying out operations like "tactical infiltration".

But Koschke didn't see it that way. She understood many things, and therefore knew that sometimes people had more than just what they showed on the surface.

"But their flesh golems are still a problem. Although the ponies have found their weakness, these flesh golems are still extremely powerful—and, my dear, have you forgotten? That alien that was hunting Lady Theresa... Duke Nikolai should have quite a few aliens around. If they manage to infiltrate while our troops are holding the pass..."

"So our troops will be surrounded and annihilated? Ah... no matter how strong those powerful individuals are, they can't possibly defeat tens of thousands of troops, can they?"

"Whether they're strong or not doesn't matter; what's truly dangerous is if they successfully create chaos on our side..."

"...I understand. The troops will be routed."

"So we have to consolidate our forces and concentrate all our strength on defending the city—even if they destroy some of our buildings and industries."

Kosiché believed that instead of spreading her forces to set up defensive lines in different areas to stop Duke Nikolai's army from advancing, it would be better to concentrate her forces on defending the city. She couldn't risk having her dead soldiers transformed into new enemies to face these terrifying foe—if the battle were fought in her own city, at least Kosiché could have the Serpent Scales dispose of the bodies of her fallen warriors.

Outside the city, where the troops are scattered... she really can't take that risk. After all, who knows if Duke Nikolai will continue making flesh puppets from corpses? Right?

"...Then let's send our troops back from the checkpoint. But we need to leave some behind for reconnaissance."

"Well, that's it."

After understanding the situation, Yang Hao also decided to consolidate the defensive line. After all, if the troops are not concentrated in one place, they can easily be divided and wiped out.

Therefore, after they had arranged the war matters and sent the Serpent Scales to the front lines to inform the troops guarding the checkpoints, Yang Hao asked Kosiché how His Majesty's main force was progressing.

When her husband asked her a question, Koschke simply shrugged, her tail wagging restlessly.

"Her Majesty's forces are attacking a key city of the Sherlock Holmes—she can only come to our side to support our battle without any worries after she has captured or destroyed that city."

"Is that city big?" Yang Hao sighed. "If it's a big city, His Majesty will probably have to besiege it for several months."

"It's not very big, but on the other hand, it's very big."

"What do you mean?"

"Because it wasn't a mobile city, but a town built on the surface of the earth, nestled among mountains and hills. It wasn't large because it didn't have many buildings exposed on the surface. It was large because it had an extremely complex tunnel system excavated to mine underground deposits."