Succubus cannot be a saint

In a rage, he suddenly turned around and stared at the servant who was unconscious at the door. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he became even more shocked and angry!

The ability to make people fall asleep soundlessly is mostly from the School of Psychic Arts within the Mage's arcane arts, as well as divine arts in the realm of dreams. And within the cathedral, there just happens to be a cultist who rules over dreams!

As my thoughts turned, many points were suddenly connected together and became connected.

The cultist had been taken away and "tortured" by the Saint once; the Saint had an elven mage under her command; Angeldale had come to invite him early in the morning, seemingly stalling for time, and she and the Saint had a close connection...

Could it be that this saint had done all of this?! Was her show of weakness all fake? Could it be that I, the great Archbishop of Field, a high-ranking priest holding holy relics, was being manipulated by a little girl like that?!

When he thought of this, he was immediately filled with rage. His originally gentle and elegant face turned purple. He roared to the sky again, like a madman. He just wanted to catch Sallelei immediately and cut her into pieces to vent his hatred.

But when his eyes fell on the flame of compassion, the rage in his heart instantly disappeared. He stared blankly at the holy hammer floating in the holy light, and stretched out his hand to grab it, but for some reason, his palm froze in mid-air, and then fell down little by little.

In the end, the archbishop did not take the holy relic. He turned around and walked away, anger flashing in his eyes.

..............................

When they walked into the courtyard of the cathedral, Archbishop Raymond saw Salares and her group from afar.

Upon seeing the "saint," Raymond's eyes immediately turned red, his heart seething with rage, and he simply wanted to kill her recklessly. But after seeing who was around her, his expression darkened.

In addition to Velie, Isadore and Durenna, there was also Whitham by the side of the Saint.

The normally honest and upright priest's eyes flickered, his face filled with shock, clearly having just witnessed something unbelievable. Raymond's heart sank, but before he could say anything, Whitham saw him and took a few steps forward, then stopped, not daring to move forward.

"Archbishop..." Whitham said in a low voice, his face pale. "The Saint has shown me all those things. Tell me, where did Father Budian and Sir Cato go? You said that Father Budian was transferred to the East by the Pope, and Sir Cato went to the Duchy... Then why... did their things end up in your hands?"

Archbishop Raymond gritted his teeth in silence, his heart sinking. The Saint must have shown those heirlooms to Whitham. For a moment, he was filled with both rage and regret. If he hadn't been so greedy as to seize these treasures for himself when he had used the Black Wing Society to eliminate his political enemies, how could he have ended up like this?

"Archbishop..." The honest old priest, over fifty years old, saw him remain silent. His initial doubts gradually shifted to Sharlele's side. "Is what's written in the account book true? Is your personal seal on those Black Wing Society documents also true?"

"--What did you say!?"

The Archbishop roared in rage, his heart surging with shock and fury, like a raging wave. For a moment, even the sounds around him seemed to fade away. He kept thinking over and over: Why? How did she get Moise's account book? How did she find Moise before him? Why? Why?

As his blood boiled with rage, the archbishop saw the girl not far away smiling and taking out a gray account book from her bosom. He was immediately furious, and even that bright smile seemed so dazzling.

"Bring it to me!"

He roared, his whole body flashing with holy light, and he pushed Whitham away with his shoulder, and suddenly pounced towards the girl in mid-air!

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 252: God, God, Open Your Eyes (6k)

The Archbishop's pounce was so swift that Whitham was unable to react for a moment and could only watch him pounce on Salares.

But almost at the same time, a green sword light came down like lightning, like a whirlwind rising from the ground, and the sharp cyclone suddenly stopped his forward momentum!

With a clang, the azure sword struck the Archbishop, striking him as if it were a blow on metal. A layer of tangible golden shield lit up around him, the most basic protective divine spell, the "Shield of Light."

Durenna took a step sideways and stood in front of Shalelei. The female knight had a murderous look on her pretty face, and the long sword in her hand was pointed downward at an angle. The sword was surrounded by light blue wind magic, and the faint wind blades were spinning around her.

"Mid-level extraordinary warrior..." The Archbishop took a step back, narrowing his eyes. Of course, he recognized this knight who had just achieved a breakthrough in the Battle of Field.

During this delay, Isadore drew two enchanted maces and stepped forward. Velie muttered, "I've never been in a fight," but she still maneuvered her wheelchair to Isadore's side.

At this time, Whitham had also rushed forward and said in a lost voice: "Archbishop..."

Raymond suddenly turned around. His eyes were red, his face was distorted, and he was boiling with anger. His usual graceful demeanor had disappeared without a trace, and he looked like a raging buffalo.

Whitham was shocked. He had served under the Archbishop for many years and knew that Raymond would never get angry unless necessary. Seeing him so furious, he had long believed Salleh's words. Shocked, angry, and heartbroken, he said in a trembling voice, "Archbishop, you... don't be so stubborn. If you surrender now and let the Pope deal with you, perhaps you can..."

Before he could finish his words, Raymond laughed in anger. "Surrender yourself, confess your crimes, and let the Pope deal with you? That's easy to say! Do you know how much effort I put into climbing to the position of Archbishop? And do you know what those bishops, archbishops, and nobles in the church are? They are a bunch of wolves and tigers that can never be satisfied!"

He swept his cold gaze over the crowd and said in a cold voice, "If I don't do the things in the account book, naturally someone else will! If that's the case, why can't I be the one to feed those jackals and climb to the top of this cathedral!"

The Archbishop grew more and more agitated as he spoke, and finally he almost roared. Whitham's face turned pale, his lips trembled, and for a moment he was speechless.

At this moment, a young girl's voice suddenly chuckled and said, "The Archbishop is right. Since someone has to feed the wolves, tigers and leopards, there will always be hunters to kill the tigers and wolves. In this case, why can't this hunter be me?"

The Archbishop suddenly turned his head, and Sharlele smiled calmly as she slowly walked out from behind Durrena. She glanced at the Archbishop's empty hands, expecting him to check the study first, but why didn't he take the Holy Hammer?

Could it be because... he couldn't lift it?

The words that Irennie had said flashed through her mind again. The corners of Sharlelei's mouth curled up slightly, and she faced the archbishop's eyes that were about to spit fire, and put the account book into the space ring.

"Back when I was in the Kingdom of God, His Holiness the Pope told me that those in high positions will face many whirlpools of interests and entanglements... Sometimes, you have to make choices and compromise. However, some things can be compromised, and some things cannot."

She suppressed her smile and said slowly, "When you allowed yourself to degenerate, feeding your conscience to those wolves and tigers, you should have considered the day when you would die at the hands of hunters. Archbishop Raymond, with all due respect, you are now less human than the monsters."

"His Holiness... said this to you?" Raymond was shocked. These words seemed to have deeply penetrated into his heart. A look of regret and shame suddenly flashed in his eyes, but was soon replaced by anger, and he suddenly burst into laughter.

After laughing, he suddenly stared at Salleh and said sinisterly, "Good! What a God-chosen Saint! But I just need to kill you all here and tell everyone that the Saint has volunteered to be the Guardian of the Scroll and stay in seclusion in the library. Then I will still be the Archbishop..."

"Just try it if you have the guts!" Isadore was furious. She took a step forward, and holy light surged on her body. The two hammers were also filled with holy light, shining with golden light.

Beside her, Velie sighed deeply and unfolded the magic book on her lap. Whitham's face showed reluctance, but he finally stepped forward, gripping the holy symbol tightly. Durenna sneered, pointing the tip of her sword directly at the archbishop's face.

The next moment, her body shape suddenly changed, and the long sword wrapped in a strong whirlwind stabbed forward without warning!

This was just the simplest arrow thrust, but when used in the hands of a mid-level extraordinary warrior, it was like a small whirlwind rising from the ground. The fierce wind pressure condensed at the tip of the sword, rushing towards the archbishop like a drill!

At the same time, Isadore shouted, raised two maces and rushed forward like a bull, while Velie kept flipping through the book, as if she had not found a suitable spell.

The two attacked at the same time. The archbishop opened his hands and chanted the word of God. Two shields condensed from golden holy light unfolded in his palms, and took Isadore's hammer and Durrenna's thrust.

With a dull thud, a strong wind carrying shock waves spread out in all directions, and the violent wind pressure blew grooves into the ground under the archbishop's feet.

After receiving Isadore's attack, the light shield in the Archbishop's palm suddenly turned into a holy light hammer and smashed down on his head. Isadore hurriedly blocked the two hammers on his head. There was another muffled sound, and her small body was knocked down more than ten meters. She rolled on the ground before standing up.

"Holy Light Weapon..." Whitham whispered, "Be careful, he is a high-level combat priest!"

Hearing this, Sharlelei's heart moved.

Unlike ordinary priests, combat priests receive a certain degree of melee training and are adept at arming themselves with various blessing spells to engage in close combat. With the blessing of divine magic, their melee capabilities are weaker than those of warriors of the same level, but they can use divine magic to assist them.

Among the Seven Gods Alliance, the War and Light domains are particularly good at blessing magic, so there are also many combat priests in these two churches.

"That sounds like a path suitable for my little wild boar..."

Just as he was distracted, the archbishop suddenly opened his arms, made a hugging gesture towards the sky, and shouted: "Holy Light, descend!"

Before he finished speaking, a halo with a radius of three meters suddenly spread out above Sharlelei's head, followed by a bright beam of light descending from the sky and covering her!

"Lord Saint!"

"Sister Sasha!"

Isadore and Durenna cried out in surprise, turning back without hesitation. From within the Holy Light Column came Salare's voice: "Fool! Don't come!" The voice was full of energy, and it didn't sound like she was hurt at all.

The two of them realized then that Shalelei was protected by the Shield of Light, and this three-ring divine spell "Pillar of Holy Light" could not hurt her no matter how hard they tried. The Archbishop's move was just to divert their attention!

Isadore and Durenna woke up as if from a dream and rushed back, but it was too late. The archbishop finally found a gap and muttered the word of God. A ray of light shone on him and turned into countless golden runes, slowly swirling around him.

This is the battle priest's signature spell, "Divine Power", which can greatly enhance the recipient's physical fitness and strength. Combined with a series of blessing spells such as "Shield of Light" and "Holy Light Weapon", it can completely transform the recipient into a holy light chariot that can carry and fight.

The archbishop was enveloped in a seemingly tangible holy light armor and countless light runes, like a bucket of holy light. A cold laugh emanated from the archbishop, who then charged towards Durenna, smashing down with the holy light hammer in his hand!

The hammer hadn't struck her yet, but the wind had already arrived. The gust of wind alone was enough to make it difficult for Durenna to breathe. Horrified, she didn't dare take the blow head-on, and quickly jumped sideways.

With a dull thud, Raymond's hammer struck the ground, sending dirt and rocks flying and creating a large crater in the courtyard. At that moment, Isadore, enveloped in golden light, charged headfirst!

Boom! There was another muffled sound, and Isadore seemed to have hit a wall. She looked up and saw that the light shield in Raymond's left hand had abruptly stopped her momentum. A sinister smile flashed across the face of the Holy Light Queen, and he knocked her out with the shield.

At this time, the long sword wrapped in a sharp wind sound had also arrived. Durenna rushed into the battle again. With the cooperation of wind magic, the combat skill "Whirlwind Slash" was like a small tornado rolled up out of thin air, and countless sharp wind blades wrapped the archbishop!

With a crisp sound, Durenna's sword was unexpectedly firmly grasped by the Archbishop's hand wrapped in holy light. She suddenly stopped, and the whirlwind's rotation also stopped.

Holy light flashed, the archbishop grabbed the sword blade with one hand, and smashed down on the head with the hammer of light in the other hand!

And at this moment, Velie, who had been flipping through the book for a long time, finally couldn't hold back any longer. As she chanted a spell, a small ball of fire suddenly lit up at her fingertips and flew towards the center of the battle group.

"Oh, never mind—be careful, the fireball is coming!"

Before she could finish her words, a ball of blazing flames exploded in the air, swallowing Durenna and the Archbishop head-on. Inspired by the scorching wind, Durenna's figure flew lightly out of the explosion of fire, accompanied by a wisp of green smoke. Her hair and body were singed in several places, and she looked in a very miserable state.

After the flames died down, the archbishop, covered in golden light like a bucket, walked out slowly. The light shield on his body dimmed slightly, but was restored in an instant by the endless magic power.

"Are you just going to let your men do it? Your Highness, what are you waiting for?"

The archbishop said sinisterly that he had been extremely proud of having forced back the two strongest fighters around the saint, but when he saw that Sallelei had no intention of taking action, he couldn't help but become suspicious.

"I'm waiting, waiting for the goddess to punish you." Sharlelei blinked and smiled, "Archbishop, can you still hear the goddess' voice? Can you still lift the holy hammer in your study?"

"Shut up! What do you know?"

These words seemed to have touched a sore spot in Raymond's heart. He trembled all over and didn't dare to look at Sharlene for a moment. He could only roar to cover up the fear in his heart and strode towards her.

Seeing this, Durenna and Isadore immediately stepped forward to stop them. Salerle and Villie retreated continuously, whispering, "Use dispel magic to remove the tortoise shell from him."

The combat priest's skills are all in the blessing spells. As long as these buffs can be removed, they are no different from ordinary priests.

Willie blinked nervously, but she immediately felt relieved after hearing Sallelei's voice. The pages of the magic book on her lap flipped, and as she chanted the spell, a blue magic circle appeared above Archbishop Raymond's head.

——"Dispel Magic"! The wizard wants to remove the blessing magic from himself!

Feeling the divine light on his body being shaken slightly, the Archbishop no longer hesitated. With one hand, he forced back Durenna and Isadore with a hammer of light. With the other hand raised high, he recited the word of God loudly, and a golden spear of light suddenly flew towards Velie!

Sallelei stepped sideways and stood in front of Villie, blocking the spear of light with her shield of light. However, the spear of light exploded upon contact. Amidst the loud bang, Villie trembled all over, the spell was interrupted, and the magic circle around the archbishop disappeared instantly.

"I'm sorry..." Willie whispered, almost crying.

Sharlelei shook her head at her, knowing full well that dispel magic was effective against the Archbishop. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone out of his way to block Velie's spell.

However, if Velie had more practical experience and was able to remain calm in the face of danger, perhaps this magic would have been released.

But there aren't so many "ifs" in combat.

How could they stop the Archbishop and allow Velie to successfully remove the divine spell from him? After all, he was a high-level combat priest, while Isadore and Durenna were only beginner and intermediate level. If they confronted him head-on, they would be suppressed by him.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Sharlele's mind. She instantly thought of the Flame of Compassion, the archbishop's hurt expression, and her newly mastered dream magic.

In a flash, she made up her mind and suddenly rushed out from the side, leaving the protection of Isadore and Durenna. How could the Archbishop miss this opportunity? He attacked fiercely, forcing the two girls back, and rushed towards Sharlelei with a grim smile!

The distance between the two of them quickly narrowed, and Raymond could even see a calm smile on the girl's face.

Wait until you fall into my hands, and see if you can still laugh! He was boiling with anger, but his feet suddenly tripped and he looked down. Unexpectedly, countless vines broke through the ground and tied his legs tightly.

"The Art of Fertility...The Shadow of the Spring Goddess!" The Archbishop was shocked and angry, but Salares smiled without saying a word.

In fact, this is the natural magic of the Deer Horned Goddess... But since the archbishop thought it was the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess", Sharlele was happy to let him misunderstand.

It was because of this delay that Raymond suddenly raised his head, met the pair of smiling purple eyes, heard her gentle voice, and at the same time, an invisible spiritual wave instantly surrounded him.

"Archbishop Raymond, I wonder if you can still hold the 'Flame of Compassion' today?"

—Flame of Compassion!?

The moment he heard these words, he was suddenly struck by lightning, his heart was thundering, countless illusions came one after another, and deeply buried memories suddenly sprouted, making it difficult for him to control himself for a while.

Those purple eyes became illusory and hazy, and he seemed to have returned to the moment more than 20 years ago when he entered the Western Frontier Battle Priest Corps.

Back then, he was full of vigor and ambition, swearing to the goddess's statue that he would eliminate heresy and spread the goddess' light across the earth. And that day, gazing at his own statue, he seemed so gentle, as if the goddess herself was proud of him.

Another vision flashed before his eyes. He was a few years older and was chosen as the next leader of the Combat Priest Corps. He was given the Holy Hammer by the Pope under the statue of the Holy Goddess.

At that time, he was so proud and proud, his heart filled with loyalty and enthusiasm for the Holy Light. The goddess must have chosen me, he thought.

But after becoming head of the church, things began to change. He was responsible for managing the entire clergy corps, entering the complex web of power within the church. He had witnessed the corruption of the bishops and felt anger, but they could control his future. He spent a sleepless night that day, but ultimately, he made a choice between righteous indignation and advancement.

A few years later, in order to supervise the bishops in various places, the Pope wanted to set up a special inspection team. Needless to say, the bishops secretly pressured him to vote against it.

It was after this incident that the termites who wove their webs in the church accepted him as one of their own.

After a few years, he seemed to have become numb, turning a blind eye to the sale of "blessings", "confessions" and "indulgences", and even calmly making profits from them. He thought, anyway, someone will get the benefits, why can't it be me?

Afterwards, he got deeper and deeper into this web, defeated the bishop who opposed him, overthrew countless political enemies, climbed up step by step, and finally became who he is today.

It’s just, it’s just—

Since when had he been unable to lift the "Flame of Compassion"? He couldn't remember. The young man holding the Holy Hammer, his eyes gleaming, seemed to be drifting further and further away from him. He only remembered that the Holy Hammer had been sealed away, while the magic box beneath it was filled with treasure after treasure...

“Ah… I—I—!”

The pain that came from nowhere made his heart tighten, almost making him forget where he was. The girl's purple eyes seemed to have become the eyes of the goddess statue that looked down at him on the day he swore his oath to the Holy Hammer.

The Holy Hammer, calmly suspended within its seal. The stunned, furious face of the bishop he had overthrown. Bereya's tears of humiliation after she surrendered to the "Holy Relic Tour." The holy statue gazed into his gentle eyes.

Scenes from his memories flashed through his mind: regret, fear, confusion, pain, guilt...intertwined into a huge wave that drowned him.

………………

At this moment, in the eyes of others, the archbishop was caught in some kind of magic and was entangled by vines. He stood in front of Sharlele in a daze, with a dazed look on his face and the divine light on his body slightly dissipated.

How could Velie let go of such a golden opportunity? She took a deep breath and quickly uttered a string of spells. The blue arcane magic circle once again lit up above the Archbishop's head, suddenly covering him.

This time, the Archbishop's shield of light rippled like water waves, finally shattering with a clang. With his shield broken, Durenna and Isadore no longer hesitated, both charging forward.