Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 213: Granny's Dream

The moment the green light came on, Granny was struck by lightning. She froze in place, her cheeks instantly lost their color, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

"Deer Horned Goddess... Ah, great spirit that walks deep in the woods, please... please guide me..."

With a thud, Granny fell to her knees without warning, her eyes lifeless as she muttered to herself. Various expressions flashed across her face, including shock, ecstasy, and confusion, ultimately settling into a confused state of sadness and anxiety.

"Deer Horn Goddess, s-what are you saying to me? Is this your message? I-I don't understand, I-I-!"

As if she had heard the revelation of the Antlered Goddess, Granny muttered to herself incoherently, her voice gradually changing from low to high-pitched. Finally, she hugged her head, screamed in extreme pain, fell to the ground, and fainted.

Hearing the unusual movement in the cave, the two succubus hunters outside the door hurried in, but when they saw the statue of the antler goddess with its "eyes" flashing with faint green light and Granny lying unconscious on the ground, they were all shocked and at a loss for what to do.

"The Deer Horned Goddess... The Deer Horned Goddess has appeared?!" one of them screamed.

But then, as if the appearance after decades was just to scare Granny, after the high priest fainted, the green light on the statue of the Deer Horned Goddess flickered faintly a few times and then disappeared.

Salaret: “…………”

What the hell is this!

After holding her breath and waiting for a moment, confirming that the abnormal changes in the Deer Horned Goddess statue had completely disappeared, Sharlelei rushed to Granny's side and checked her heartbeat and breathing. However, she was relieved to find that the priestess's vital signs were not seriously affected and she seemed to be simply asleep.

"You two go out first and guard the cave entrance. Don't let anyone in," Shalelei instructed the two brown-skinned succubi. She turned to look at the equally frightened Poison Peony, "Do you know what's going on with her?"

Poison Peony opened her mouth and thought to herself, you are the "chosen saint of the goddess of light", and even the great succubus of the Black Ark Cult doesn't know what is going on, how could I, a small cultist, know?

But what she didn't know was that Salares was also suffering. Although she was nominally the "Chosen Saint," she was merely a top-tier network administrator and had never interacted with the gods. As for the Black Ark Cult, it was even more absurd.

Perhaps the "joyful blessing" in her mind that seemed to be the power of the god of love could be considered one, but...

Shalelei didn't respond, simply staring coldly at Du Mudan. Under the influence of the enchantment deep within her soul, Du Mudan couldn't muster up any resistance to Shalelei's will. She could only slowly crouch down beside Granny, a hint of purple light emanating from her palms as she carefully examined the priestess with divine magic.

But soon, she let out an "Huh", and the eyebrows on the human skin mask wrinkled in surprise.

"What did you find?" Sharlene asked immediately.

Even through the human skin mask, Du Mudan's expression was indescribably strange. "She seems to be... sinking into a dream."

Sallelei was stunned. She hadn't expected to get such a... somewhat funny answer. "...She fell asleep? She fell asleep right away?"

Poison Peony herself was completely baffled by this heartless question. She opened her mouth again, then said helplessly, "Perhaps... the Deer Horned Goddess is delivering an oracle in her dream. Don't you know? Every time a god delivers an oracle to a mortal, it's through a dream... There's been no exception for thousands of years."

Did the gods deliver their oracles through dreams? This was the first time Sharlelei had heard of this. But coming from a priest who ruled over dreams, it must be true.

But before they could finish their conversation, Granny's condition changed again. She twisted and struggled violently like a fish on land, her eyes rolled back, and a beast-like "ho ho" sound came from her throat, startling Du Mudan.

Seeing this scene, Shalelei suddenly remembered the change that happened to Nannide.

Nannide drank the Nightmare Cult's potion, drawing him closer to the Antlered Goddess on a spiritual level, and thus transforming into a werewolf. The Nightmare Cult's potion itself had no effect on transforming humans into wolves, which only proves that something had happened to the Antlered Goddess herself.

How can a goddess with deer horns turn people into wolves? Let’s put this aside for now. The problem is Granny now.

Nannide had only been slightly close to the Deer Horned Goddess and had already turned into a heartless werewolf. And now Granny had let the Deer Horned Goddess enter her head. What was the outcome?!

"No matter what method you use, keep her steady!" Sha Lelei shouted, shocking Du Mudan.

Du Mudan was unaware of the turmoil that Koresa had stirred up in Yuequan Town. To this cultist, it seemed like a remote deity was delivering a message to its high priest. Why would an outsider interfere? And what did "keep her steady" even mean? It was truly baffling.

But soon, Granny screamed and jumped up from the ground! Gray hair quickly grew on her delicate light brown skin, her bones made a "crackling" sound, and her nails grew into sharp claws. Her body suddenly grew a lot bigger!

Du Mudan was stunned. This time she finally understood what "keeping her steady" meant.

Without time to think, she cast her dream magic spell on Granny. The priestess fell to the ground with a thud and continued to struggle, as if she were suffering from some kind of unbearable torture in her dream, her beautiful features contorted into a mass.

"It's no use just calming my mind! I can't hold on any longer!" Poison Peony felt that Granny's spirit was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, running rampant in the magic she had woven, and was about to break free in the next second, so she couldn't help but scream.

But then, a white halo bloomed, covering the entire cave.

Poison Peony suddenly turned around and saw Sharlene with a solemn expression, holding the silver swan necklace in her hands. The holy white light dispelled the shadows. This sacred object of the Field City Cathedral once again exerted its effect, and the two powers of "purification" and "calming" fell on Granny together.

The gray hair on her light brown skin slowly shrank back, and her twisted facial features slowly relaxed. She became quiet and no longer struggled, as motionless as a sleeping baby.

However, Poison Peony seemed to be stung by the holy light and began to tremble. In her dream, it was this holy weapon that repelled her dream magic, causing her to suffer backlash.

The white light gradually faded, and Sharlene put away the Sleeping Swan. After waiting for about two more hours, she frowned and asked, "It's been so long, why hasn't she woken up yet?"

"I don't know. Maybe something happened in her dream..." Poison Peony placed her palm on Granny's forehead, and a little purple light appeared on her palm. "Perhaps it's because of the gods. Her mind has completely sunk into a deep dream. I don't know the specific situation. She may wake up in the next second, or maybe..."

Poison Peony glanced at Sallelei with some fear, "Maybe... he will never wake up."

Sharlelei stared at Poison Peony until she felt creepy, then she turned her gaze back to Granny, and looked at the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess" from time to time.

There was no doubt that this magical item from the Church of Plenty had awakened the Antlered Goddess, and Granny had reacted so strongly to it... Could there be some connection between the Antlered Goddess and the Plenty Goddess? Or had a similar divine power awakened this dormant deity?

No matter what, there is no doubt that the Deer Horned Goddess herself has problems, which is why she dragged her priests into danger.

After thinking for a moment, a very bold idea suddenly emerged in Sharlelei's mind.

She turned to look at Du Mudan: "Can I go into her dream and take a look?"

Du Mudan met her gaze for half a second, then fell backwards with a thud.

——Why is this succubus really like a loach, wanting to get in everywhere!

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Why is Shen He so bad?

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 214: I have something to ask the goddess

"Do you know what you're doing?" Du Mudan finally caught her breath, her human skin mask twisted. "Her dream might have been influenced by a spirit!"

"I know. But I can't let her sleep forever," said Shalelei. "I promised her that I would let her see the prosperity of the mountain people."

"Just for this reason?" Du Mudan almost choked with shock again. "Just for this verbal promise?"

"This isn't just a verbal promise." Shalelei glared at her coldly. Frightened by that chilling gaze, Poison Peony couldn't help but take two steps back. "It was because of this promise that she became a succubus and placed her fate in my hands. I have no other choice but to take her, the mountain people, and all the succubi with me."

After saying that, Sharlene lowered her head, stared intently at Granny's unconscious face, and gently stroked her hair.

"Besides, this is the path I have chosen. If I am also dragged into this dream and cannot wake up, then you will go to Durenna and explain everything. Once you rescue Sally, let her turn you into a succubus, and then you will be free."

"You...what on earth are you..." After hearing these words, Du Mudan was suddenly stunned, and her heart felt as if a jar of seasoning had been overturned, with mixed feelings.

The succubus of the Order of the Black Ark... could it really be like this? Would those madmen, loyal only to their desires, risk their lives for others like this, even when they themselves might be in danger, arrange a way out for a defeated enemy, a prisoner?

Although he is a cultist, compared with the Dark Mother of Fertility who plays with flesh and blood, and the Black Holy Ark who worships the devil, the nightmare cultist Poison Peony still claims to have some humanity and is not a complete lunatic.

From the beginning to the end, she felt that she was just a coward hiding in her dreams.

But what this succubus did completely shattered her understanding of demons.

First, they had robbed the two major religious orders of their own rebellion, saving Field and allowing the Holy Archer to fall easily, only to have her investigate the gangs within the city. Even the town where she had settled seemed vibrant, with genuine smiles on everyone's faces...not at all like a hell on earth ruled by demons.

If Yuequan Town is a hell on earth, then the beautiful dream created by the Dream Lord is at best only one level above it.

Is this demon...really a demon? Why does it seem...really a bit like a saint?

While Du Mudan was still lost in thought, Sha Lelei's voice rang out again.

"...Besides, I also want to meet this antler goddess. Maybe I have something to ask her. Alright, get started."

——Do you have something to ask God?

Du Mudan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. The shock she had experienced during this period was almost greater than the previous thirty years combined.

Will the gods answer you honestly? Even if they did, would you understand? Mortals simply cannot understand the voice of the gods! Since ancient times, whether orthodox or heretical, the will of the gods has always been vague, requiring mortals to carefully ponder and repeatedly ponder before they dare to interpret even a little bit.

Even the Pope of Light was not sure that he had fully understood the Goddess's meaning!

The blood in her chest surged, and Du Mudan bit her lip, feeling that something was wrong, absolutely out of control.

"In that case, I might as well stick with her until the end." She forced a hysterical grin from beneath her human-skin mask. "Alright, I'll send you into her dream and let you meet that little-known antler goddess."

As she spoke, she pulled off her gloves, revealing a pair of withered and charred hands like chicken claws.

But the next moment, her tone suddenly became stern. "But... I also want a verbal promise from you. I want you to come back alive no matter what... You want me to go find that female knight who turned into a succubus? Are you crazy? If you're gone, she'll probably kill me with one sword... You must come back safely and save my life."

Sallelei stared at the eyes beneath the human skin mask without blinking, then suddenly smiled brightly, "Okay, I promise you."

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Under the guidance of the dream magic, Sharlele felt her consciousness sinking rapidly, and in the blink of an eye she was absorbed into Granny's body.

In the hazy chaos, the words that Du Mudan had said earlier faintly echoed in his ears: "The Nightmare Cult divides the human mind into three levels: the surface consciousness, personal dreams, and the subconscious."

"When you enter another person's mind, the first thing you see is the materialization of their spiritual landscape—the sky, the ocean, and the islands. The sky represents the surface consciousness, the islands represent dreams, and the part of the islands beneath the water represents the subconscious..."

After an unknown amount of time, Shailelei's eyes lit up.

A boundless ocean stretched before her, and she was rapidly descending through the sky. The azure sky flickered and shifted, and faint figures flashed by. If one looked closely, one would find that among them were mountain dwellers, people from the kingdom, and even Salleh herself.

"That must be Sister Granny's superficial consciousness, her memory..." Sharlele's mind was clear, and she turned her head to look down, only to see a lush island floating on the sea. The island was covered with tall trees and primeval forests. Everywhere she looked, there were lush green trees, and the ground was almost invisible.

That was Granny's dream, and it was also where she received the oracle from the Antlered Goddess.

Without hesitation, Sharlelei adjusted her posture, put her fingers on the "Sleeping Swan", and dived down suddenly.

Soon, the lush island in front of her rapidly enlarged. She sank into the forest, and the luxuriant branches and leaves swept across her body. There was neither pain nor substantial touch, only tiny fluctuations that bounced off her mental power.

As her feet touched the ground, Sharlele suddenly heard a suppressed cry coming from deep in the forest. She followed the sound, pushing aside the brush and soon came upon a clearing in the woods. In the clearing sat a gigantic white deer, over three meters tall.

The white deer's snow-white fur looked like it was woven from silver. It lay coiled in a deep sleep, with a faint glow all around it, appearing exceptionally solemn and sacred. A little girl, about eleven or twelve years old, curled up at its feet.

The little girl was wrapped in a green robe in the style of a mountain dweller. She was crying softly and wiping her eyes with her light brown hands from time to time. Judging from her features, she vaguely resembled Granny when she was a child.

The moment she saw the white deer, Sharlene understood why "little Granny" was crying softly.

Because on the white deer's slender white neck, there were no fewer than a dozen ferocious black wolf heads. They were also asleep like the white deer, with faint cries coming from them, their whiskers trembling slightly, a faint red light peeking through the slits of their eyelids, and saliva dripping onto the grass.

Shailele was horrified and quickly hid behind the bushes to cover her body, for fear of waking up the white deer and the many wolf heads on its body.

This white deer must be the Antlered Goddess, but why does she have so many wolf heads? Are these wolf heads the root of the mountain people's werewolf transformation?

"Hello, Ms. Poison Peony." Using the connection of dream magic, Shalelei silently chanted in her mind and sent a message to Poison Peony in the real world, briefly describing the Deer Horned Goddess's condition. "Can you see any clues?"

"I'm just a priest, not the Dream Pope. How can I see anything?" Poison Peony said unhappily, her voice trembling. "That...that's a god! God's will is unpredictable. Don't you know that?"

Poison Peony's answer was not unexpected to Shalelei, but unlike the native residents of this world, as a time traveler, Shalelei did not have any heartfelt reverence and awe for the gods.

Rather than how great the gods are, she cares more about what kind of existence the gods are and how they can help her.

At this moment, little Granny, who had been crying softly, rubbed her eyes and seemed to have discovered the trace of Sallelei. Her big blue eyes suddenly lit up, and she cried out as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw:

“…Saint…Lady Saint!”

The moment little Granny opened her mouth, Sharlene's expression suddenly changed!

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 215: The Antlered Goddess Cornuna

This shout didn't matter. Although the Deer Horned Goddess didn't react, the wolf head on her neck opened its eyes, revealing ferocious red eyes full of murderous intent!

With a swish sound, a black shadow flashed quickly, and the wolf's head suddenly rose from the white deer's neck. It grew bigger in the wind in the blink of an eye, and suddenly turned into a giant head more than two meters high, biting down with its sharp teeth!

Shalelei subconsciously wanted to deploy a shield of light, but her expression suddenly changed in an instant - this was the realm of dreams, and she had no way to rely on the huge magic power in her body. At this moment, she could only use her own mental power.

With a loud bang, just as the wolf head was about to swallow Sharlele whole, a golden light shield condensed in front of her, blocking the ferocious bite.

However, this is not a shield of light, but a defense condensed from Sharlele's mental power.

The wolf head collided with the light shield, and Sharlele felt a black screen in front of her eyes. The violent collision turned into a backlash of mental power, which caused severe pain in her brain and blurred her vision.

The wolf's head missed the first attack, so it raised itself high again and smashed down on the head like a sledgehammer!

This time, Shalelei was prepared. She quickly rolled on the ground. There was another loud bang and a burst of air. The wolf head actually smashed a deep gully in the ground next to her. The earth and rocks burst out like a barrage of bullets, hitting the mental shield densely and creating dense ripples.

The mental shield was hit by the bursting rocks in succession, and it shook violently again, as if countless small hammers were hitting her head, making her almost faint.

After barely dodging the wolf head's attack, Shalelei climbed up and just glanced at the deep ditch that was more than ten meters long beside her, and her face suddenly changed drastically - the power of this attack was no less than that of a mid-level extraordinary warrior in reality!

Although no one knows what this wolf head growing on the antler goddess is, just from the momentum of this attack, one can tell that it is definitely extraordinary.

But... the Deer Horned Goddess has a lot of these wolf heads.

After these two lightning-fast exchanges, the other wolf heads on the Deer Horned Goddess's neck opened their eyes one after another and joined the battle.

Like a barrage of giant arrows, the wolf heads shot towards Sharlele one after another. In the blink of an eye, they grew to two or three meters in size in mid-air, like countless pitch-black pythons, biting and lashing her. For a while, the sound of loud noises was endless.

Wherever the wolf passed, the bushes and trees were all torn to pieces, and even the ground was covered with countless dents and pits. The dense gray-black fur completely submerged the figure of Sharlene!

Seeing this, little Granny was terrified, her face pale with fear, she clutched her head and screamed at the top of her lungs. But even so, the Deer Horned Goddess remained motionless, her deer head and eyes tightly closed, showing no sign of waking up.