Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs

Immediately Edwin felt a presence behind him, his first action had been to get off the bird, but before he could take a step, an iron grip had already been placed on his shoulder, pressing down on it so hard that he could already hear his bones cracking, as he slowly fell to his knees.

"Are we in a dungeon" Edwin heard the person behind him ask, but instead of answering, he fought through the pain and struggled to turn his head, his eyes registering the image of the last man he wanted to be close to at the moment.

Seeing Edwin not reply, Seth turned away from him and spoke to the bird, simply ordering it to land, the bird immediately complying with his wishes and hitting the ground some seconds later.

When the bird, landed, Seth threw Edwin off it, the man digging into the ground as he landed, but before any ideas could get into his mind, Seth appeared before him and once again asked,

"Are we in a dungeon?"

"Can you put on some clothes?" Edwin said instead, not feeling comfortable staring at Seth's swaying meat.

"Oh, that, "Seth said as he turned from the man, two giant bags appearing before him as he proceeded to go through them.

Seeing Seth move away, Edwin was stunned, but almost immediately, the thought of escaping popped into his brain, despite the man knowing he couldn't outrun Seth.

It didn't take Edwin up to a minute to immediately kick his feet off the ground, moving to immediately flee, but he had just barely completed his first step when a huge claw slammed him down on the ground, pinning him beneath its feet.

In his haste to immediately use the fleeting chance Seth had carelessly given him, Edwin forget all about his mount, his brain falling to predict that the bird would act on its own as he thought it need Seth's direct orders.

Though he was far more powerful than his mount, strength wise Edwin wouldn't put himself far above it, and at the mom, it was his body's sturdiness against the pressure of the foot which his mount was currently applying on him.

Being pinned on the ground, Edwin could already foresee the possibility of him having a crushed chest, but a few words from Seth had him, breathing in relief a moment later.

"Don't kill him" Seth had said, and it wasn't long before he gave another order, "you can release him".

When Edwin heard the invader's second orders, his heart was caught in a grip, and when he finally got up and turned around he was greeted with the sight of a dressed Seth.

Black shoes that ebbed at his ankles, blank long trousers, and a white robe that was left open and exposing his well-formed chest.

Seth's attire looked very foreign to Edwin, but he wasn't really surprised by it as he was already used to the strange dressings of the invaders.

"Now this is the third time am asking, are we in a dungeon?" Seth asked a light change in the air accompanying his words, and this time Edwin could feel that if he didn't give an answer, he might find himself in real trouble.

"No," Edwin said warily, wondering why he asked such a dumb question.

"Where are we?" Seth asked.

"You are in Ingrod, were just some miles outside Monwac city," Edwin said, truly wondering what Seth was up to, as this should be basic common knowledge for a typical invader, the thought that Seth was perhaps implementing some investigative tactic crossed Edwin's mind but he could only keep up his guard and make sure not to leak any information.

"Ingrod, like a country?" Seth asked.

"No, a kingdom," he said.

"Those guys you were fighting earlier, do you know them?"

"Yes," Edwin said, and continued, "Don't you know them, aren't you also an invader?"

"No I don't know them, but tell me all you know about them," Seth said and though Edwin didn't want to say a thing, he saw no reason to hide such basic information from a man who had his arms crossed and vigilantly staring at him, ready to pounce at any moment.

Some minutes later, Edwin fished talking and Seth was left running the information he had just learned through his mind.

What he had first been told about was who the invaders were. The invaders were simply people who traveled from other worlds and came to their own.

From the man's words, these invaders came with their own language and customs and forced in on the people of this world, those that accepted them were rewarded and then sent to fight anyone that went against them.

Ingrod was one of such places that resisted the new culture, while Aimy and her team were one such invaders that came here to help in the taking down of Monwoc city.

If Seth was understanding the old man correctly, then it meant that what the invaders were doing was that they were actually sharing the cultivation culture, but the fact that they were wars being fought because of it baffled Seth, because the earth had no history of war being fought to resist the cultivation culture, yet the cultivation culture was already deeply rooted throughout the world.

With the answer that Seth had just received, more questions popped into his head, Edwin had said that they weren't in a dungeon, his words implying that Seth was in another world, and the fact that he could actually command a creature here supported his words seeing as monsters didn't listen to him.

Did this mean that some dungeons were being used as means to recruit cultivators and use them to conquer or subdue other worlds?

The appearance of Roushi would support the fact that these attacks were at least being coordinated, pointing to the fact that there were powers above pulling the strings and controlling the happenings of several words.

"Fine let's get going," Seth said turning to leave, but Edwin didn't stand up, instead shooting a question at Seth.

"Go where?"

"Monwac city," Seth said turning to stare at him.

"No way am leading you into the city" Edwin fearlessly said, having no intention of taking an invader, especially one as dangerous as Seth into his city.

"Okay," Seth said, turned around, and moved toward the beast, he had been desperately in need of information which was why he had hunted down Edwin, and now Seth no longer had any use for him.