Succubus cannot be a saint

After finishing the second volume, my biggest feeling is that Shen He has been messing with me, and life is so difficult.

At the same time, I also truly felt what a friend once said: every book has its own pitfalls. This is indeed true. Looking back after writing two volumes, I can still feel many of my shortcomings, but I have also gained many new insights. I hope that this book will continue to improve and eventually usher in a happy ending.

I believe everyone has already seen that in the upcoming third volume (already here!), our Lady Saint will capture Field, the holy city in the west, spread the succubus virus step by step, secretly develop her own wings, and prepare to corrupt the kingdom.

And in this volume, we'll also have something everyone and I love—cannons going off and blasting the motherfuckers. Of course, these won't be real-world gunpowder cannons, but pure otherworldly magic technology.

In addition, the growth and development of the succubi, more corruption CGs (?), the gravity development of the small succubi, and the plot of the Saint Lady defeating the gravity field (?) will also be presented one after another.

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(Is it really useful to say this in a place like this?)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 205: The Poison Peony's Brain

The heavy snow fell, but before it could wash away the smoke and blood of war, the festive and noisy energy of the parade and celebration had already come crashing down on them.

In the cold month of the year 1474 in the Far Road calendar, the western border of the Stag Kingdom had just recovered from a disaster. Although the evil cult army with ferocious monsters under the fluttering banner of the Holy Silver Lily was severely defeated by the defenders, Field had still suffered several defeats in the previous field battles and left behind many corpses.

After all, victory in war cannot really erase the sorrow of the death of loved ones, but the grief of the soldiers' families is sandwiched between the joy of victory and the halo of sainthood, and thus merges into the torrent of joy and jubilation at a loss, unable to make any waves.

But at this moment, in this torrent of joy, a wave of discord was stirred up.

The waves came from the group of "sacrifices" rescued by the Griffin Knights.

After being interrogated by the priest and confirmed that they had not been contaminated by evil magic, these civilians captured by the cult returned to their homes and lived in peace, and then sang praises to the Saint and the Archbishop - originally, that was how it should have been.

But among them, in addition to the residents of the surrounding noble territories, there are also civilians from the lower city of Field.

If the surrounding noble territories have been infiltrated by the cult and the civilians have been poisoned by it, it is not surprising. Even the residents of Field have been secretly taken into the hands of the cultists, which is a big problem.

According to some civilians' own accounts, they borrowed high-interest loans and were unable to repay them, so thugs came to their homes, put sacks over their heads and took them away. The next time they opened their eyes, they were out of the city and fell into the hands of cultists.

Human trafficking and usury have always been activities strictly prohibited by church law and kingdom law.

But even so, beneath the peaceful facade, there was still a stench of decay flowing back and forth. This time, the turmoil in the western border had directly pierced through the shiny exterior, exposing the rotten sores within for everyone to point fingers at.

Archbishop Raymond was rightly furious.

But as to whether he was angry about these crimes that could not be stopped, the Knights who took the initiative to listen to the complaints of the common people, or the rumors on the streets that "the Archbishop wanted to kill all the sacrifices, but the Saint stopped him, and the Griffin Knight had a chance to save people", no one knew.

However, the drastic measures that the Archbishop used to rectify the chaos in his rage had nothing to do with the prisoners in the prison.

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Du Mudan sat on the cold ground. The linen dress she wore looked more like a sack than a piece of clothing.

Her hands were handcuffed to the wall, her feet were tied to heavy iron balls, and her body was surrounded by three layers of magic circles. Alarms, magic seals, weakening... The magicians used every possible method on this cultist, making it impossible for her to escape.

However, during this period of time, Du Mudan has not been severely tortured by the people in the church. It is probably because they are afraid of beating her to death, and secondly, they know that she can block the pain, so they simply don't bother.

As for her, she didn't even have the strength to bite off her tongue, so she was happy to immerse herself in her dreams, just like an idle person in seclusion. She slept for so many days until someone woke her up.

The bright sunlight before her eyes quickly faded, and the flawless face in the mirror melted into the darkness. Du Mudan opened her eyes, only to see another flawless face.

For a moment, she couldn't tell whether she was still in a dream.

"We meet again, Ms. Poison Peony."

A girl in a black nun's uniform stood at the door of the cell with her hands behind her back. The firelight drew a bright and uneven edge on her body, and her purple eyes met hers with a strange smile.

Suddenly, Poison Peony turned her head away sharply as if she had been stung by a bee - but she revealed the disfigured half of her face to the other person, so she turned the other side again, causing the girl to giggle.

"You are very cautious," Sharlelei said softly. "I checked the letters in the storage ring. They are all written in cipher. There is no way to decipher them in such a short time."

"You don't have to give me anything except the last meal before execution, and I won't say anything." Du Mudan said in a hoarse voice, not wanting to look at that beautiful face.

"It's okay, we can talk about something else." Sharlelei opened the cell door and walked in. There was no one else in the cell besides them, and the door was locked tightly. Although Du Mudan was still seriously injured, her mind was clear and she immediately became alert.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Du Mudan turned her head vigilantly and looked at the door. When she turned back again, her eyes suddenly widened!

Because the "Saint Lady" in front of him wore an evil and seductive smile, her originally dignified and holy appearance suddenly became sinister. Dark golden horns emerged from her head, as well as those black leather wings and heart-shaped tail...

As a cultist, Poison Peony might not have enough points in practical combat, but she was definitely qualified in cultural subjects, and recognized it at a glance—

"Y-You are a succubus!?"

She gasped, her voice distorted.

A saint who led an army to repel the Dark Mother of Plenty and was struck down from the sky by a beam of light "cannon" is a succubus? How is that possible?

But the demonic characteristics and enchanting, evil aura of this saint were unmistakable. Poison Peony was 100% certain that it was a succubus.

Even though she prided herself on her quick wit, she was completely confused by this shocking fact. But the truth was right in front of her, and she stared at Sallelei for a long time, forgetting even to cover up her rotten face.

Seeing her like this, Sharlene smiled even sweeter.

After acquiring nearly a hundred succubus followers, Sharlelei's charms were greatly enhanced, and she was now able to exert suggestion and hypnosis on others' minds. However, even so, controlling Poison Peony was not as easy as pie.

Firstly, the Poison Peony was extremely hostile towards her, so the effectiveness of her charm would inevitably be greatly reduced. Secondly, she was a member of the Nightmare Cult, a group that believed in the dominance of dreams and was a master of spiritual magic, so her mental resistance was likely quite high.

But this does not prevent Sharlelei from using some tricks on Poison Peony.

Poison Peony swallowed hard, her eyes darting back and forth between Shalelei's succubus features, and she trembled as she asked, "You...you're an undercover agent too?"

Just by hearing this sentence, Shalelei knew that the cultist had fallen into the trap and began to imagine it spontaneously.

There was no way, because her identity as a succubus was genuine. Between "the succubus wanted to infiltrate the church" and "the succubus acted as a good person to fight against the cult", Du Mudan would not believe the latter if she had a brain cell left.

"What do you think?" Shalelei winked at her. Du Mudan's face immediately turned pale.

"Okay, okay..." she gritted her teeth, her half-healed, half-broken face wrinkled into a ball, squeezing out all the anger, confusion, bewilderment, and resentment like a sponge. "You bunch of lunatics from the Black Ark... even if you want to rob each other, you have to wait until we capture Field City! The Stag Kingdom... if the western border still maintains order, what good will it do you!"

When she heard the unfamiliar term "Black Ark", Salares' expression remained unchanged, but she was already very happy in her heart.

Thank you for helping me find the organization, Miss Poison Peony.

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Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 206: Found the Organization

After cursing, Du Mudan's heart calmed down from its anger, as if it had been plunged into cold water. All the raging anger turned into a chill that ran down her spine.

So that's how it is, she thought. This saint is a succubus... Succubus have the ability to control dreams, which is why she was able to escape from her own dream magic. As for that extremely fragile female knight who was completely shattered by her training...

Now that I think about it, the female knight should have been trained by this succubus a long time ago.

But could this succubus already control a mid-level Transcendent Paladin? And it's only been a few days? And...if the Saint is a succubus, then Kressa's confession makes sense...

As Poison Peony thought of this, she felt as if all the events had suddenly connected like threads, and her eyelids began to twitch wildly. For a moment, she felt a chill run down her spine, as if the Black Ark's conspiracy was an invisible web, enveloping both the Nightmare Cult and the Dark Mother of Fertility.

"You, the Black Ark Order... have you even calculated all this?" she said in a hoarse voice.

Poison Peony felt that she had already figured out the tip of the iceberg of the shocking conspiracy of the Black Cabinet. She was sometimes absent-minded and sometimes gritting her teeth with a change of expression, but she didn't know that Sallelei opposite her had already been delighted in her heart.

But despite her happiness, Shalelei still managed to maintain a calm demeanor. And the more mysterious she acted, the more Du Mudan's imagination would continue to expand. As long as she didn't stop, the road... oh no, the imagination would continue to expand...

And from the few words of Poison Peony, Sharlelei also grasped some useful information.

The Nightmare Cult serves the Lord of Dreams, and the Dark Mother of Fertility worships the Mother of Monsters. So, it seems the Black Ark is a cult connected to the devil. It really is, ah, we all have a bright future...

"Wait... you are a succubus... pretending to be a saint... wait, how did you use the magic of light?" Du Mudan's face twitched for a while, and suddenly thought of a very critical question.

Unlike the spell of abundance, the spell of light possesses a strong "demon-breaking" property. Even if it could be cast with magic items, whether it was a cultist or a demon, the moment it was used, it would be exposed. This is why the Nightmare Cult chose to disguise themselves as priests of abundance instead of priests of light.

But how did this succubus get away with it?

"Don't worry about that, Ms. Poison Peony. I naturally have my own way..." Sharlelei glanced at her and saw that her expression was uncertain. She said, "I appear before you in this state. You should know what this means, right?"

"You...you want to use the battle of Field City to completely transform yourself into a member of the Church of Light and openly become a saint..." Poison Peony's expression changed from gloomy to bright, and her face twisted. "Okay, okay...you Black Holy Cabinet people are going to step on our two families to climb up, right?"

"But..." Poison Peony took a breath. Under the suppression of the weakening magic circle, she seemed to have difficulty even speaking. "You came to me at this time, which means I am still useful to you. You won't let me die..."

As she spoke, a thought suddenly struck her. While the Black Ark's reputation might rival that of the Dark Mother of Fertility, it was still a cult "oppressed" by the Orthodox Church, and she was, to a certain extent, on the same side. This Saint Succubus might be able to save her life...

Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope suddenly welled up in Du Mudan's heart. Although she could sacrifice her life for the Master of Dreams if forced to, she could still do so. But... who wouldn't want to live?

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

"How did the Dark Mother of Plenty and your Nightmare Cult get so close?" Seeing that Poison Peony was so understanding, Sharlelei didn't hesitate, even sneering pretentiously. "How did you guys also learn to join forces like the Seven Gods Alliance?"

Seeing her like this, Du Mudan felt a little relieved - this was the attitude that a member of the Black Cabinet should have.

Although there are countless cults of all sizes on the continent of Ioterra, the three most powerful ones backed by genuine evil gods are only the Black Ark, the Mother of Darkness and the Nightmare Cult.

While they were nominally part of the cult, they weren't on good terms with one another, creating a three-way balance of power. For the Black Ark, a coalition of the other two might even be a bigger headache than even the Orthodox Church.

"I don't know." But this time, Poison Peony acted very honest, stiffening her neck stubbornly. "Even if you pull my soul out and ask me, I still don't know. I'm also puzzled as to how we ended up mixed up with that bunch of rotten flesh that eats dead babies, but this is the order of the Nightmare Bishop, and I must obey..."

From Kressa, Sharlele understood the Nightmare Cult's hierarchy: from top to bottom, there was the Nightmare Pope, Nightmare Bishop, Nightmare Priest, Nightmare Acolyte, and ordinary believers. Poison Peony was a priest, and Kressa, the pharmacist, was an acolyte.

"What a must-obey! Did you know that while your subordinate, Kressa, controls Greystone Town, the Dark Mother of Abundance has extended its reach into Moonspring Town and even into the Black Forest?" Sharlelei said coldly, "Didn't you realize what they were looking for in that forest?"

"The Black Forest?" Poison Peony was stunned. "The Mother of Darkness and Abundance is looking for something in there? What could there be in that shabby forest?"

Sharlele observed her expression carefully, and when she saw that she didn't seem to be pretending, she sighed - well, this nightmare cultist didn't know what was in the Black Forest, nor what was on the other side of the Black Forest.

"Next question, what exactly is your 'collective dream'?" Sharlene frowned unhappily. "You almost ruined my plan."

"Ruin your plans?" Du Mudan was increasingly bewildered. This was completely irrelevant. She even began to suspect that the succubus was deliberately picking on her, hoping to chop off some parts of her.

"A little succubus under my command fell into a deep sleep because of your medicine and was pulled into that dream web. You are a nightmare priest, right? I want you to sneak into that web and pull her out."

Upon hearing this, Du Mudan opened her mouth wide, half of her face showing surprise and the other half showing murderous intent, but this murderous intent was directed at Koressa.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Shalelei reached out her palm and touched the half of her face that was burned. A trace of murderous intent flashed in her narrowed eyes. "What's the answer?"

"I - wait, I know, I'll tell you." In her heart, Du Mudan had already cursed all eight generations of Koressa's ancestors. After weighing the pros and cons, she decided not to anger this succubus.

"'Dream Catcher'... that's the name of the dream net. It's currently just an experiment. Aside from the Pope and a few archbishops who are in charge of it, there are only test subjects providing mental power. For safety reasons, the personal dreams of other believers are not connected to it, so I can't infiltrate it."

Poison Peony observed Shalelei's expression as she spoke. Seeing her eyebrows raised, she quickly added, "But I can sneak into the dreamcatcher through that little succubus and try to get her out... But only if I see her."

As she expected, the succubus's brows relaxed, which meant that she had earned herself another chance for reprieve.

Unexpectedly, the evil star nodded and said, "You just said 'personal dream' - does that mean each of you nightmare priests has a unique dream?"

"..." Poison Peony opened her mouth slightly, but finally, she steeled herself and spoke out, "Yes, yes. The Dream Master has woven a dream for each of us, allowing us to heal our wounds and find comfort every night..."

"Oh? This should be the heartache you want to heal?" Sharlene gently stroked the hideous scar on her cheek, feeling the bumpy touch of her fingertips.

Du Mudan's face darkened, clearly a sore spot had been touched. She nodded silently and said nothing more.

But Sharlelei said the next second: "Then it's okay for me to enter your dream and take a look."

Du Mudan didn't react for a moment, her mouth opened wide, and her head felt buzzing.

No, "Let me see into your dream." Listen, listen, is this human language? How can this succubus be so cunning? She can only slip through any cracks she finds!

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Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 207: I Explain Your Dream

Du Mudan's face turned pale and blue, but her life was in the hands of this succubus, so she had no choice but to nod and agree.

At that moment, Shalelei temporarily removed the handcuffs and the magic circle from Du Mudan, allowing her to cast her magic. With the weakening magic circle restraining her, she was not afraid of what Du Mudan might do to her.

After all, she still carries the Sleeping Swan that can "block all mental interference below the high level".

After gaining his freedom, Du Mudan touched his dry and black wrists, and his eyes inadvertently swept across Shalelei's white and delicate hands. His eyes suddenly moved away as if he had been stung.

"I'm going to start." She said hoarsely.

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In a hazy state, half asleep and half awake, Sharlele opened her eyes. The morning sun shone on her face. A gravel path stretched out before her, with rows of red brick houses lined up on both sides.

Pedestrians walked in groups of three or four on the street, housewives carried vegetable baskets, porters pulled carts, and vendors hawked their wares along the street, creating a peaceful atmosphere of human life.

Looking back, the way we came disappeared into a vast white void, just like the "border" of this small town. The pedestrians seemed to ignore it and walked calmly into the white void and disappeared.

Sharlene's mind was hazy, and for a moment she even forgot what she was here for. But a strong thought guided her past the bakery and grocery store on the street and turned into a small herbal medicine shop.

There are some dried herbs hanging at the door of the store, and the store is also filled with lush plants. Pots of flowers and plants have crowded the small store into a green area, and the air is filled with the bitter scent of herbs.

Behind the counter was a young girl in a clean dress. Her fair and delicate oval face was filled with a sweet smile. Her little hands were spotlessly white and her skin was fair and smooth. She was pleasing to the eye just by looking at her.