Succubus cannot be a saint

When the wolf's attack paused, a glimmer of golden light finally shone through the dark, gray fur. Little Granny cautiously raised her head and saw Sharlelei, enveloped in a hemispherical light shield, standing on the devastated ground.

The golden light around her flickered constantly, seemingly extremely weak, as if it would collapse at any moment. Even her original form began to blur, rippling like water, and several times it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

But behind that layer of golden light shield, there was a hazy white holy light that protected her, which finally stopped her from dispersing and stabilized her spiritual body.

——The “soothing” effect of “Sleeping Swan”!

If this were the real world, facing the violent storm of bites and lashes, the Sleeping Swan would certainly be helpless. But now, Sharlelei was in a dream. Although the wolf heads possessed extraordinary brute force, it was essentially a clash of mental forces, naturally a mental attack.

In this way, the mental defense provided by the "Sleeping Swan" came in handy. Even though the fierce attack of the wolf heads almost tore Sharlene's mental shield to pieces, they were unable to break through the mental defense provided by the holy weapon.

Even if Sharlelei was lucky enough to be unharmed at the moment, she was by no means so calm. Her own mental defenses were almost completely shattered, and now she was only barely holding on with the help of the Sleeping Swan.

As the wolf heads howled and roared, Granny's entire dream trembled slightly. The surrounding forest shrubs were also contaminated by the wolf heads' black energy, twisting and transforming into black thorns with bared fangs and claws. This was the sign that the dream was being contaminated by the wolf heads' madness.

Seeing that Shalelei had survived the fierce attack, the wolf heads became even more furious, roaring non-stop and rushing towards her again. In an instant, there was another round of howling, and the dark shadows of the wolves surged towards her again.

Sharlelei didn't dare to resist and immediately broke into a run. Muffled thuds echoed behind her as wolf heads slammed into the ground, creating gullies and ravines. Earth and rocks flew everywhere, and a surge of wind surged. It was unknown how many huge pits had been pounded into the earth behind her. And Granny's dream, ravaged by these wolves' heads, was transformed into a dark, twisted thorn forest.

In between her frantic run and evasion, Sharlele tried her best to dodge the wolf heads coming from all directions, while peeking at the "divine body" of the Deer Horned Goddess through the gaps in their attacks, and kept thinking.

Those wolf heads were like mushrooms growing on wooden stakes, deeply rooted in the pure white fur of the white deer. The roots of the black hair were still bulging, as if they were drawing strength from the body of the antler goddess.

Were they parasitic on the Deer Horned Goddess? What exactly was this wolf head? Sharlelei's heart stirred, and she suddenly remembered the black membrane covering the statue of the Deer Horned Goddess in the cave.

Could it be that this wolf head was the manifestation of those black membranes in the spiritual world? If it belonged to the power of the Mother of Monsters, then it should be the "evil" that was restrained by the power of light...

Sharlelei rolled over, barely avoiding the bite of one wolf head. Then, with a thud, another wolf head rushed from the side, crashing directly into her calming defense!

Sharlele's eyes went blank for a moment, as if someone had hit her head with a sledgehammer. She almost vomited blood, and the body in her dream flickered and almost disappeared.

But she didn't care about that anymore. She withstood the wolf's attack, pressed her fingers on the "Sleeping Swan", and shouted: "Purification!"

A beam of pure holy light spread out, enveloping the wolf heads. Bathed in the holy light, the howling and biting wolf heads froze for a moment, then seemed to become even more furious, howling and charging forward with undiminished force!

——Aren’t they the evil creatures of the Mother of Monsters? !

Just like this delay, another wolf head roared and pounced, biting down with its bloody mouth. Its sharp teeth were stuck in the white light defense of the Sleeping Swan, making a "crunching" sound.

This bite was like countless spikes piercing the brain, and the sharp pain of the sharp teeth piercing the brain went through the body. Sarah's eyes went black, and she almost couldn't control herself, and her consciousness was cut off.

——These wolf heads do not belong to the dark power, so what are they?

Sharlele pressed her palm on the wolf head and barely condensed a mental wave to push the wolf head away. After regaining her freedom, she quickly rolled on the ground and narrowly avoided the continuous bites of other wolf heads.

"Am I really going to die here?"

An absurd idea flashed through Sharlene's mind, but in an instant, her eyes fell on little Granny.

At this moment, Granny's dream had been completely distorted by the violent wolf head. Countless black thorns grew from the ground, enveloping the prostrate little Granny. This was a sign that her dream was being controlled.

But Sharlele could see clearly that there was a long wooden stick beside little Granny.

——Soul Wand!

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 216: I Think I Made the Goddess a Cow (4k)

This wooden staff is a sacred object passed down from the Antler Goddess Cult, specifically used to suppress chaotic and out-of-control spirits. Unexpectedly, like the "Sleeping Swan," it works even in the dream world!

The moment she saw the wooden staff, an idea flashed through Sharlelei's mind.

Since these wolf heads are not dark monsters and are not restrained by holy light, and the Antlered Goddess is the "Mistress of the Forest and Beasts", could they be the spirits of natural beasts who have lost their minds and become so violent?

The more Sharlele thought about it, the more possible it seemed. If they were spirits of nature, then it made sense that they wouldn't be afraid of the Holy Light.

Just as she was thinking this, she was a moment too late to dodge, and countless wolf heads found a gap and pressed down on her, as if a heavy burden was pressing on her body, and pressed her to the ground!

For a moment, it felt like thousands of knives were stabbing her body. The intense pain almost made Sharlene faint, and the Sleeping Swan's mental defense was also shaky.

Although this holy object can defend against "mental interference below a high level", this wolf head is derived from a god after all, and even the Sleeping Swan cannot completely isolate its power.

Shailelei desperately endured the severe pain in her head. Her eyes suddenly widened, and a charming pink light suddenly flashed in her purple eyes. She shouted, "Sister Granny, the Wand of the Soul!"

And at this moment, Sharlele suddenly felt that there was an invisible bridge between herself and Granny, as if she could easily control her mind in her hands.

As she shouted angrily, a trance suddenly flashed across little Granny's eyes. With a thought, Sharlelei stood up, grabbed the Soul Staff, and slammed it to the ground!

The next moment, the light on the Soul Staff suddenly lit up, and a stream of green light quickly spread along the wooden staff like leaf veins, turning into a pure light that shot up into the sky!

At the moment the green light shot up into the sky, a pure and powerful breath of life spread out. Those ferocious wolf heads all stopped and stopped attacking. The ferocious red light in their eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a dazed and funny expression.

The ferocious wolf instantly turned into a Husky, which made Shalelei feel both amused and confused.

Soon, those dog heads that had lost their aggressiveness flew back to the Deer Horned Goddess, closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep, just like countless dog head scarves wrapped around the white deer's neck.

The white deer that had been sleeping with its eyes closed also opened its eyes, and its pair of pure green eyes like emerald crystals slowly looked at her.

The moment her eyes met those blue eyes, Sharlele was shocked!

As the antler goddess's emerald eyes fell upon her, countless complex expressions flashed across her. Surprise, confusion, bewilderment, touch... but ultimately, it all boiled down to a sigh tinged with sadness.

That gaze didn't look like the eyes of a god, but more like the eyes of a human.

Immediately afterwards, the entire dream island began to shake, as if an invisible suction force lifted Sharlelei into the air and sucked her into the distant sky.

Sharlele knew that with the awakening of the Deer Horned Goddess, Granny's dream would also come to an end. However, she was in mid-air, unable to move for a moment, and could only watch the giant white deer slowly look towards her.

At the same time, a low, rich, magnetic and beautiful female voice sounded in Granny's dream.

“…Ishna?”

Shailelei's heart skipped a beat. Just as she was about to ask, the scene in front of her eyes twisted. After a hazy chaos, she found herself back in the real world.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she felt a splitting headache. Her whole body felt like it was falling apart, and she didn't even have the strength to sit up. Du Mudan knelt beside her, her worry and tension thick and thick beneath her human skin mask.

Granny, who was lying on the ground, stood up at some point, her green eyes sparkling with bright light.

Looking at those sparkling green eyes, Sharlene's heart sank suddenly, and she immediately remembered the last words spoken by the white deer in her dream.

He spoke the name of the God of Love.

Until this moment, a guess in her heart was finally confirmed - the mysterious "blessing of joy" really belonged to the fallen goddess of love Ishna!

But before this, she had never imagined that the person who personally confirmed this conjecture was actually a god. She was actually talking to a god now!

So, what does this antler goddess know? Does she know about the demonic disaster? Does she know the truth about the fall of the god of love?

"You... no, are you the Deer Horned Goddess?" Looking at Granny's sparkling green eyes, Sharlelei couldn't help but feel a palpitation in her heart. She endured the severe headache and slowly got up, saying in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Du Mudan immediately shuddered with fear and looked at Granny with a horrified look as if she had seen a ghost.

Although she was a cultist and a nightmare priest who dominated dreams, and considered herself to be a person serving the gods, she could never have imagined that a god would one day actually appear in the real world - right in front of her!

Although in her opinion, he was just a "small god" with only a few hundred believers, even less than the number of believers of the Dream Lord, but... a god is a god.

Hearing this question, Granny nodded slowly and looked at Sharlene with a very strange look, which made her feel creepy.

"Deer Horned Goddess?... Ah, I remember now. Those humans did give me that name... Yes, vassal of the god of love, you can call me that..."

Granny's mouth opened and closed, and her voice was soft and magnetic, quite like a gentle young woman in her twenties. It was the voice of the antler goddess that Sallele had heard in her dream.

Sharlelei's mind raced as she glanced at the petrified Poison Peony.

Even if the conversation between him and the Antlered Goddess revealed something that led her to discover that she was not from the Black Ark, it didn't matter anymore. After all, the mark of his charm had already been deeply imprinted in her consciousness.

"Goddess, I don't know if I..." Sharlelei hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the Deer Horned Goddess didn't seem to want to be polite with her, she continued, "Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Sure. I also want to ask you something." The antler goddess stared at Salares, and a strange and embarrassed look flashed in her green eyes, just like a wanderer who had not returned home for a long time, looking at his hometown that had changed so much that he didn't know where to start even if he wanted to ask.

Although the Deer Horned Goddess was a god, not only was her expression very vivid when she spoke, but she also spoke without any airs of a god at all, just like a human. "But... we may not have much time left." As she spoke, she pointed to her neck.

Poison Peony didn't know whether she understood or not, and she was still confused. But Sharlelei knew clearly in her heart that the Deer Horned Goddess was referring to the circle of wolf heads around His neck.

It seems that even if she subdues them with the "Staff of Soul" in her dream, it is only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure. Those wolf heads still bother the Deer Horned Goddess, making it impossible for her to stay awake for long.

"I understand. Thank you, Goddess." Sharlelei knew the opportunity to ask a divine question was precious, so she didn't hesitate any longer. "You said I'm a follower of the goddess of love, Ishna. Is that true? Are all succubi...really all followers of the god of love?"

As soon as these words came out, a look of surprise appeared on the face of the Deer Horned Goddess.

"Succubus? I've never heard of that name. The followers of the Goddess of Love, Ishna, are called Apostles of the God of Love. The aura you exude is very similar to that of the Apostles of the God of Love I've seen..."

She frowned and suddenly took a few steps forward to approach Shalelei. Seeing a spirit coming towards her, Du Mudan behind Shalelei almost fainted.

The Deer Horned Goddess came over to the stiffened Salares, sniffed with her delicate nose, then shook her head and stepped back. "But the smell is a little different... It's indeed the power of the god of love, but there's also a hint of darkness..."

The Antlered Goddess had never heard of a succubus? The succubus's original name was |Apostle of the God of Love?

Sharlelei digested these two pieces of information, gathered her thoughts, and gradually a sense of foreboding arose in her heart. She asked in a deep voice, "Then... I suppose you don't know about the fall of the goddess of love, Ishna?"

As Sharlele expected, upon hearing these words, a flash of deep shock flashed across the Deer Horned Goddess's eyes. Then, she gradually calmed down and murmured, "Is that so...? That God of Love... His Highness the God of Love also... fell? When did that happen?" She suddenly raised her head. "Now... What time is it now?"

Sharlelei didn't miss the tiny details in her words. What did "also" mean? Could it be that the God of Love was not the only one who fell?

In addition, she also keenly detected a subtle elven accent in the voice of the Deer Horned Goddess. If she had not been frequently insulted by Villier with elven swear words (and often enjoyed it), she really would not have been able to hear it.

"It is now the year 1474 in the Far Journey calendar. The God of Love is suspected to have fallen more than three hundred years ago..." Sharlele answered cautiously, but she suddenly realized that this god had been sleeping for hundreds of years. Does the mortal calendar have any meaning to Him?

"With the fall of the God of Love, a new god was born, the Demon Lord Samuel, and the demon clan..."

"Three hundred years ago, three hundred years ago..." The antler goddess was stunned, and a series of complex expressions flashed across her face. It seemed that she had been away from the world for too long and had no idea what year it was in the outside world.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed in loneliness, "A long calendar, a long calendar... I have never heard of this calendar. Over 1,400 years... It turns out I have slept for so long that even the god of love has fallen..."

For a moment, her expression changed again and again. She didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh. She just felt that the world was ridiculous for no reason. She lowered her head and looked at the little girl in front of her who had a faint aura of Cupid. In the end, she could only sigh softly.

"Never mind, never mind. Little follower of the God of Love. I know you want to ask me about the Demon Lord, but unfortunately I have never heard of His name..."

This answer didn't surprise Shalelei. If the Antlered Goddess had truly been asleep for over 1,400 years, occasionally waking only to spend time with the small tribe of mountain dwellers in the western border of the Stag Kingdom, and had never even heard of the Long Journey Calendar, then it was normal for her not to know about the demonic disaster three hundred years ago.

"And even if I knew, I couldn't tell you rashly. To be more precise, you can't casually mention any matters concerning any living god, because..." The Antlered Goddess said slowly, giving Sharlelei a meaningful look, "'Whatever is said must be known.'"

——Whatever is said will be known.

Sallelei's heart trembled. This statement clearly meant that any mention of the gods would inevitably be known to them. If that was the case, then when she mentioned the name of "Demon Lord Samuinus" to Du Mudan and Archbishop Raymond, had He already known it at that time?

While the Mother of Monsters was an evil deity, she was also a living deity. It seemed he couldn't ask why the Mother of Monsters' "Black Goat Membrane" was in the Black Forest, why it was entangled with the Antlered Goddess, and why it reacted to the power of the Fertility Goddess.

"However, there are exceptions." The Deer Horned Goddess continued slowly, gazing into her eyes. "In the most secret places, perhaps it can be hidden from the ears of the gods..."

Hearing this, Sharlelei's mind suddenly lit up, "For example... in a dream?"

Seeing that she understood everything immediately, the Deer Horned Goddess couldn't help but smile in appreciation, "But are you brave enough to pull me into your dream?" As she spoke, she nodded her neck.

Of course, Sharlele knew this all too well. Perhaps she would have to wait until the violent wolf spirits entangled with Him were completely eliminated before she could converse with Him in her dreams.

I just don’t know where those wolf spirits come from?

"Next time we meet, I'll probably chop off a few more wolf heads from you." She said with a smile. Just as she was about to ask the Deer Horned Goddess what those wolf heads were, she saw the goddess's face suddenly change.

The antler goddess slowly raised her head, touched Granny's head, and then touched her butt in an extremely indecent manner. Then, she touched Granny's body from top to bottom with both hands.

Looking at the strange behavior of the goddess, Sharlelei and Du Mudan were stunned. They didn't know what she was doing. Was she enjoying the bodies of her believers?

Gradually, the Deer Horned Goddess's expression became extremely strange. She slowly withdrew her hand, blinked her eyes, and looked at Sallelei for a long time, which made her feel creepy, before she blurted out these words.

"This little human girl... is she my priestess? How did she become an apostle of the God of Love?"

Upon hearing this, Shailelei's smile froze on her face and big beads of sweat flowed down her face.

broken.

It was not until now that she suddenly remembered that she had turned Granny into a succubus.

And it's not just Granny, even the entire mountain tribe couldn't escape her clutches. Now one out of every three mountain women is a succubus, and the remaining two are succubus reserves... The two succubus mountain female hunters outside are the best evidence.

If that’s the case, does that mean I’ve made the Deer Horned Goddess… awesome?

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 217: The Voice of God

The antler goddess's beautiful green eyes were fixed on Salares without blinking. Her face suddenly lost expression and the look in her eyes kept changing, as if she was pondering something.

Only at this moment did the goddess truly show some of the majesty of a god. Sharlene felt a chill in her heart, fearing that the Deer Horned Goddess would become furious and turn her into ashes, so she couldn't help but take a step back.

Even Du Mudan behind her gasped, with large beads of sweat flowing from her forehead into the gaps in the human skin mask. She stared at her in shock and confusion, as if she couldn't understand how this succubus had offended this god.

For a moment, there was silence in the cave. The Deer Horned Goddess just stood there, her eyes showing a change of surprise and doubt, without saying a word. Shalelei and Poison Peony didn't dare to breathe.

Sharlele had never imagined that one day her succubus transformation would be exposed in front of a god, and cold sweat dripped down her face.

After an unknown amount of time, the emerald light in the Deer Horned Goddess's eyes gradually dimmed, perhaps indicating that her time limit for maintaining the present world was approaching. The goddess stared at Shalelei, her brow furrowed. Suddenly, she shook her head and muttered, "I don't know, I don't know... Your Highness the Goddess of Love... What exactly does Your Highness the Goddess of Love want to do...?"

But then, his features relaxed again, and he gave Salleh a helpless smile. "Forget it, forget it, Apostle of the God of Love. From my perspective, I can't really blame you. Besides, I still don't quite understand what that god means. If we ever have another chance to talk, we'll talk about it then..."

As she spoke, the glint in Granny's eyes faded, and she collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Sharlele quickly took two steps forward to help her up, and only then did she realize her back was soaked with cold sweat.