An infinite journey starting from paradise

Therefore, although Edna is called a witch, she has always followed the code of chivalry: humility, honesty, mercy, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, and soul. She uses her own strength to protect the weak and defend justice.

So, Edna did her best to save and protect the innocent people who were sold into this sinful city. Initially, she wanted to rescue the women and children who were captured and sold to the evil streets of Guandong (don't ask why there were no adult men, most of the adult men were "disassembled" before being put on the shelves), and then help them escape from the city.

However, once they left the city, without her protection, they would be quickly recaptured and taken to the market. Furthermore, a large number of victims simply didn't want to escape the market: abandoned and trafficked by their loved ones, they had lost all hope in the "civilized world."

Helplessly, Edna could only set up a barely self-sufficient shelter in a hidden corner of the shelf market to protect these poor people who could not protect themselves.

But having never consumed "food," she was increasingly struggling. Initially, she could match the combined might of Sandy and Isabel, the strongest witches in the Supreme Organization. Later, even with Gloria, they could barely defeat Sandy. Now, she might not even be able to defeat her old friend, Gloria.

"We need to contact Gloria and the other neutral witches. We must unite..."

Chapter 216 Do you need allies?

"So, what is the meaning of the universe?"

In the study, Lin Shangren, lost in sage time, sat against the wall, his arms held by Senlak and Gloria, one on each side, sandwiched between their large breasts. Alison and Kara were curled up beside his legs.

Kara was still panting with her anus wide open, while Alison, who had already adjusted herself, was doing her best to clean Lin Shangren's still-soft thing with her mouth. As her body swayed, the bell on Alison's collar jingled.

"I'm full, thank you for the treat, hehe~"

Alison squeezed into Lin Shangren's arms like a spoiled child, and rubbed her face and her furry rabbit ears against Lin Shangren's chest.

The soft touch brought Lin Shangren back to reality from sage time.

"Everyone, put on your clothes, it's time to get down to business."

Lin Shangren pulled himself out from among the witches lying on the ground with their beautiful bodies, and changed his clothes with a black shadow.

"It's safer to act together. This is just a temporary base anyway. We don't need anyone to guard it, and there's no need to operate on multiple fronts."

Thinking of this, Lin Shangren said to the witches who were still immersed in the afterglow of the climax: "Everyone take a break and set off to find the witch Edna in twenty minutes."

The order was relayed through the shadows to everyone in the mansion. Carol, who was peeking in and out of the study, quickly took a few steps back and hid in the room opposite the study.

This room was the dormitory for several maids employed by the previous owner. It was located across from the study, making it convenient for the master to summon them at any time. Irene was in this room at the moment, wearing a slightly tight maid outfit.

The front of Irene's own clothes had been torn during her fierce battle with Lin Shangren, and the forty-eighth floor, where her private quarters were located, had vanished along with two other floors. So, without a change of clothes, she could only search the mansion for clothes of the right size. After searching for a long time, she found only this maid outfit that barely fit her.

Looking at Carol who suddenly broke into the room, Erin pulled her white over-the-knee stockings up to her knees and asked, "What's going on?"

Carol turned her head away and said awkwardly, "Nothing."

Erin looked at Carol's flushed cheeks and added, "Your face is so red."

"This……"

Looking at Carol's reaction, Irene shook her head: "You'd better get used to it as soon as possible. In the end, he'll carry you to bed anyway."

"what?"

"Literally."

After fastening the garter belt to the buckle on the lace edge of her stockings and putting on the brown loafers left by the maid, Irene stood up and kicked the ground lightly. "They fit me well. They might be a bit of a hindrance in a fight... But now that I've become a pet, I don't need to do the work of a hound anymore, right?"

"Ah... I don't quite understand..."

Irene obviously had no intention of explaining her words to Carol, who was still a little confused. She walked straight past Carol and left the room.

As soon as she walked out of the room, Irene saw Lin Shangren walking out of the study. She bowed slightly, as if to greet Lin Shangren.

"A maid outfit? A dark-skinned tomboy maid. She looks pretty good," Lin Shangren commented. "The bulge on her chest is a bit obvious... is she wearing nothing?"

"I only found an unopened maid outfit and stockings, but no underwear," Irene said frankly. "It's still a little hard to accept wearing someone else's underwear."

"I see... I wonder if there's any lingerie store in this city that hasn't been sold for zero yuan? I'll check on the way there. You can use this as an emergency."

Lin Shangren stretched out his hand and used the materialized black shadow to create a set of pure black underwear.

"Wear it so that you can touch my body at any time?" Irene asked calmly. After the battle between them, she had roughly guessed some of Lin Shangren's abilities.

"What are you talking about? You're saying it as if I can't touch it right now."

"What I want to say is..." Irene took the black shadow underwear from Lin Shangren's hand, "If you want to touch me or want me, you can tell me directly. I... don't like being forced. I provide my body, and you provide a good life and protection... This is the deal. But if you insist on using force, I can't resist."

"I'm not that kind of person."

Lin Shangren didn't say this out loud, but just watched Irene walk back to the room to change into her underwear.

"Meet downstairs in twenty minutes."

After repeating the meeting time, Lin Shangren turned and headed for the stairs. Gloria and Senlak, who had left the study after him, also headed for the stairs, but they weren't going downstairs, they were going upstairs. Their figures were similar to the original owner of the mansion, so Gloria planned to take Senlak to find some more clothes that would fit them.

Alison walked out of the study holding an exquisite English teacup. Seeing Carol cautiously walking out of the maid's lounge, she smiled happily: "Here, for you."

"Give me?"

Carol took the teacup, which contained half a translucent, murky white liquid. Sniffing the sweet, fishy aroma, Carol looked puzzled. "What is this...?"

"It's delicious!" Alison said. "It will give you strength."

"Well…"

"I left some for you. Drink it now."

“Thank…thank you?”

Looking at Alison's bright smile, Carol half-believedly brought the cup to her lips and drank it all in one gulp.

"It's delicious, thank you..." Carol said a little stiffly. She still didn't know how to express her feelings.

"My stomach... feels a little hot..."

Carol only felt a gentle energy flowing through her limbs and bones, and her body, which had originally felt a little weak, was soon filled with strength.

"Hello...Alison and Carol. Can you come and help me? My legs are numb and I can't stand up..." Kara's voice as thin as a mosquito came from the study.

……

The border of the market.

Edna, the Golden Eagle Witch, was fully armed and hiding in the ruins of a building, warily observing the exit of an underground passage. This was a passage she had recently discovered that human traffickers used to transport "goods" into the shelf market.

According to several human traffickers she'd captured, the Zhimen Organization would be transporting a large batch of freshly arrived young boys and girls from here today. She was lying in wait here to rescue these children from being sold on the market, and also to seize some supplies; the shelter she had founded was recently running low on food and urgently needed replenishment.

"Will there be witches coming to meet and escort the transport? Those guys shouldn't get involved in such matters. After all, they're only responsible for witch hunting... Is it coming?"

Edna's eyes instantly became sharp, and her hawk-like eyes stared at the exit of the underground passage.

"Go as fast as possible... While maintaining speed, be careful not to create sonic booms and shock waves to avoid accidental injuries."

A black modified Toyota pickup truck drove out of the tunnel first. Several fully armed mercenaries sat in the back compartment, observing the surroundings vigilantly.

"Why did you stop? Are you waiting for the contact?"

As Edna pondered this, something strange happened. The mercenaries in the Toyota pickup truck suddenly began convulsing, blood gushing from their facial cavities. The next moment, their bodies suddenly exploded, leaving behind only pools of human-shaped blood and shattered flesh.

"what 's wrong?!"

As she was surprised, a gentle voice sounded in Edna's ears: "Hello, gentle and kind lady, do you need an ally?"

Chapter 217: Violent Nun, here comes the action!

In the evening, above the city.

A jet helicopter looked down at the ground gradually enveloped by the night, and with a roar, it approached the edge of the overpass and prepared to descend.

As the altitude decreased, the scenery below gradually revealed the colorful lights of the downtown area in the distance, like an overturned treasure chest of thieves, emitting a brilliant and vulgar light.

The black pilot of the helicopter tilted his head slightly, and from that angle he could just barely catch a glimpse of the white stockings on the legs of the nun sitting in the passenger seat behind him.

"She's clearly a nun serving God, but she has a devilish figure and appearance that tempts mortals..."

Even with the filthy, dank scene in mind, the driver spoke in a businesslike tone, "This is an old city, currently in a state of anarchy. No country's laws apply here, and no faith has any effect either. God has forgotten this city."

“The Lord will not abandon any believer.”

The blonde nun sitting in the back seat said this. Her voice was calm, but without the rigidity and indifference of a clergyman. Instead, it was filled with a maternal tenderness.

"I am the salvation sent by the Lord."

The nun looked at the city outside the window. Through the windshield, her eyes reflected a light brighter than the sunset - that was the light emitted by the rocket launcher launched from the ground.

"!"

Before the helicopter was hit, the nun elbowed open the door. The next moment, the severely damaged helicopter was engulfed in flames. With its brakes disabled, it spiraled down to the outskirts of Jiashi City. After the fall, the severely damaged fuselage burst into flames, ultimately reducing it to a coffin of alloy and flame.

A few hundred meters from the blazing tombstone, a filthy truck was parked on the side of the road. The militants inside were still drunk. One of them stood on the hood, drinking whiskey, a Soviet-made infantry anti-tank rocket launcher slung over his shoulder.

"What? I'm pretty good at shooting."

Looking at the violent flames, the guys who were drunk on alcohol danced and cheered.

They were an armed robbery gang, usually lurking along the border between Japan and Jiashi City, specifically targeting and robbing logistics teams entering and leaving Jiashi City. They took everything from daily necessities like food, clothing, shelter, and transportation to drugs, women, and organs. Even shelling a passing helicopter was just drunken fun. Alcohol and drugs had ravaged their nervous systems, turning them into lunatics neither Arkham nor St. Elizabeths would admit them.

"Hahaha, how many people do you think this shot can kill?"

"Hey...that's not right...what is that?"

The man with the Mohawk haircut picked up the binoculars hanging from his neck. A tall figure slowly emerged from the flames of the helicopter wreckage.

"Moderation and mercy are the hallmarks of humanity; they are how the Lord created us. 'This is enough,' says the Lord, 'but take away the cruelty.'"

Rosalie, a tall and slender nun and the Vatican's Inquisitor of Heresy, walked towards the group step by step, reciting verses from the Bible.

"You have lost your qualifications as the Lord's people." Rosalie's mouth twitched unconsciously, as if she couldn't help laughing. "If there weren't maggots in this world that defy God's will, I'd be troubled too."

"A survivor? She looks like a beauty!"

"Could it be a witch? She's not even hurt!"

"So what if I'm a witch? I fuck her the same way~"

“Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill…”

"Fuck!"

Seeing the nun slowly approaching, the thugs were actually aroused. The man who fired the shot threw away the rocket launcher, picked up the Uzi submachine gun hanging from his shoulder, and aimed at Sister Rosalie's breasts, which were estimated to be at least an E cup.

"I can kill... Because of you, the Lord allows violence, and thus I can savor this sweet joy."

The nun, radiant with maternal radiance, suddenly cracked a hilariously tax-evading smile. Facing the black muzzle of the gun, she opened her arms. A series of metallic clacking sounds, like the continuous tapping of a typewriter, echoed as the 9mm Parabédam bullets, fired dozens of times in rapid succession, hovered naturally as they approached Rosalie, then plummeted to the ground.

"You are a strong city for the poor, a refuge for the needy in distress, a shelter in the storm, a shade in the heat..."

The bullets could not stop Sister Rosalie's advance. She recited scriptures and her expression became more and more distorted.

“Anger kills fools, jealousy destroys fools…Hallelujah.”

Sister Rosalie's slender fingers laced together, clenching into fists. Golden Latin letters extended from the back of her hand up her arm as she chanted scripture. An overwhelming and terrifying power coalesced in her swung fists.

"Tremble before the majesty of the Lord and die like worms."

The grinning nun, more like a demon from hell than a messenger of God, pounded her clenched fist into the ground, unleashing a devastating force that was followed by a thunderous roar. Everything in the space before her was reduced to ashes.

Things touched by this force seemed to be exiled from reality, leaving no trace at all, not even blood or ashes, as if their very existence was completely denied and utterly annihilated.

This unprecedented impact caused dust to billow through the once clear night sky. When the dust settled, all was still. Only a crater, about ten meters in diameter and five meters high, remained. The trucks and thugs that should have been there, along with the asphalt and sand of the road, had been completely wiped out. In the wilderness, only a tall, blond nun, dressed in a black cassock but without the black headscarf, remained.

"Hee...hahaha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The nun laughed wildly and walked towards the city lights.

She was so excited that she even forgot her mission in coming to the market: to find the missing Bishop Valentinus and retrieve the Gospel of Judas.

……

In the secluded spot at the edge of the city, the shelter Edna had built.

Thanks to a selfless and kind Mr. Lin, the women and children in the shelter had a delicious meal after a long absence.

"Don't worry, everyone has one, and there's meat in it."

Irene, Alison, and Kara, dressed in maid outfits, were helping to serve borscht to the children. The children, who had received the soup, looked at these strange-looking older sisters with curiosity.

"That's a great help, Mr. Lin. Thank you again."

Not far away, Edna looked at the children with relief.

"Um…"

Lin Shangren nodded and said, "I'll go clean up the area around Jiashi City later... As for sending them out of Jiashi City, I have to wait until I confirm the situation outside and get in touch with a trustworthy official organization.

With me here, you don't have to worry about your safety and quality of life these days. As for these children and their safety, I'll leave it to you and Gloria while I go outside the city to contact the outside world."

After robbing the supply convoy and reaching a cooperation with Edna, Lin Shangren experimented with whether he could use shadow control to bring the witches out of the market. It worked, but only to get them out of the market. If they emerged from the shadows, they would be immediately teleported back to the edge of the market. The reason for this is still unknown.

"this."