Succubus cannot be a saint

The eight-legged "balls" approached rapidly, their forms illuminated by the firelight. Their round bodies, adorned with sharp horns and covered in shaggy black hair, their eight eyes flashed a ferocious purple light, and their legs danced constantly. Just the sight of them was enough to send one's scalp tingling.

If this were a game, Sharlelei could have activated the arthropod filter. Unfortunately, this was a bloody reality, so those terrifying arthropods rushed towards the soldiers guarding the wall without a single blur, their tails cocked and shooting out strands of spider silk.

A soldier took out a spare incendiary canister and was about to light it when he was hit by a stream of spider silk. He screamed and fell off the wall.

Durenna immediately realized that the incendiary canisters must not be used in this situation - if the soldiers were hit by spider silk right after the canisters were lit, the flames would burn them instead.

"Shoot! Shoot! No more Molotov cocktails!"

She shouted sharply, and the archers quickly stepped forward, drawing their bows and arrows. However, this time, the fast-moving spiders were no easier to hit than the roasted pigs in the pit. More than a dozen arrows were fired, but the hit rate was pitifully low. Even if they did hit the spiders, the arrows were blocked by their hard horns and could not penetrate deeply.

Soon, the spiders had bypassed the burning ditch and reached the bottom of the wall. Unlike mammals, spiders are masters of climbing walls. They don't even need to jump, they just climb up the wall!

Seeing the spiders disappear under the wall, a chilling rustling sound came along the wall. Several guards began to scream in low voices, and their hands holding weapons began to tremble.

"Everyone, prepare your spears! Prepare for close combat!"

It was at this moment that Durenna leaped off the city wall without hesitation. While in mid-air, something suddenly struck her.

Among the combat techniques she knew, there was indeed a "Whirlwind Slash" that could instantly clear away spiders on the wall. However, she had only mastered this technique recently, and before she became a succubus, she had difficulty performing it even when standing on the ground, let alone in the air.

"But now I am... not the same person I used to be..."

In mid-air, Durenna muttered to herself. A strong wind blew against her face, and beside her were the spiders crawling on the wall. If she didn't take action now, she might not have a chance after landing.

“…Give it a try!”

As soon as she thought of this, the succubus knight's eyes focused, she gripped the sword tightly in her hand, twisted her waist violently, and her whole body spun like a silver whirlwind, rushing into the group of spiders crawling along the wall!

Feeling the touch of the sword blade cutting into the spider's shell, Durenna couldn't help but open her eyes wide, her heart filled with unspeakable surprise and joy. If she hadn't been bathed in the spider's blood rain, she would have laughed out loud.

Only then did the female knight truly feel the changes she had experienced since becoming a succubus. Her body's flexibility had skyrocketed. Movements that had previously been extremely clumsy and laborious to practice could now be performed naturally with a simple twist of the waist. The fluidity was unparalleled!

All that could be heard was a chaotic scream, accompanied by blood and limbs splattering everywhere. Giant spiders fell from the wall like meatballs, and the female knight with sparkling eyes also landed lightly in a rain of blood.

Although a few fish that had escaped the net continued to struggle to climb up the wall, it was too late for Durenna to deal with them because the hornless wolf stepped into the battlefield.

The next moment, a ferocious, shrill trumpet rang out through the night sky. The hornless wolf raised its head and howled fiercely, then rushed over like a gust of wind! Without hesitation, Durenna drew her sword and rushed forward, her eyes burning with unparalleled fighting spirit. She transformed into a silver shadow and rushed forward!

At this moment, Sharlelei, standing on the inside of the wall, was also busy. When the guards hit by the spider silk fell off the wall, she immediately led her men to rush up. After confirming that the spider silk was not toxic or corrosive, she immediately began to command the militia to cut the spider silk with daggers.

After a few minutes, the guards finally coughed and broke free from the spider silk, and the remaining spiders climbed onto the wall and started a hand-to-hand fight with the guards.

The screaming spider appeared on the top of the wall. The moment it looked into the eight insect eyes flashing with purple light, the guards swallowed their saliva involuntarily.

It's one thing to be faced with horned mammals, but it's quite another to see the appearance of tiny arthropods magnified countless times.

The next moment, the hairy spider face enlarged and two sharp fangs stabbed towards them. The guards shouted and almost instinctively thrust their spears out according to the muscle memory engraved in their bodies.

There were only a few muffled "Puff" sounds, and the spiders were pierced by the spears. The spear heads sank deeply into the insect eyes, splashing out a fishy-smelling pus-green liquid.

Seeing that the attack hit, a soldier breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to release the spear and push the spider off the wall according to his training, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen.

He opened his eyes wide and slowly looked down, only to see a spider with barbed horns and spear-like legs piercing deeply into his abdomen.

As the saying goes, "the longer the better." A fox or a deer, once pierced by a spear, loses its claws, fangs, and horns. Giant spiders, however, are different; their legs are almost as long as the length of the spear!

Blood gushed out of his abdomen. The guard stared at the arthropod monster in astonishment and subconsciously let go of the spear handle. The two spider's fangs grew larger and larger before his eyes.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa --!"

But the next moment, a petite figure suddenly rushed up, accompanied by a childish scream, the guard was knocked to the ground with a thud, and then a hard hammer hit the spider's head hard.

In an instant, green liquid splattered everywhere, and the spider's head caved in like a piece of butter, emitting a squeaking sound. Then the petite figure kicked it down with another kick!

With a muffled "puff," the barbed spider leg yanked violently from the guard's abdomen, splashing large amounts of blood. He twitched violently and fell back to the ground. Then, accompanied by excruciating pain, a chill washed over his body, and his vision gradually dimmed...

"Reserve! Treat the wounded! Everyone, throw down your spears! Raise your shields and charge! Raise your shields and charge!"

Soon, a clear girl's voice rang out, as if giving the guards a shot of adrenaline.

They all knew that this was the voice of the Saint.

When Durenna was too busy to give orders, the Saint's voice was like lighting a brighter lamp in their hearts.

For a moment, the guards even forgot their fear, and let out a roar. They let go of their spears, held their shields in front of them, and charged forward with their shoulders fiercely!

All you could hear was the constant thumping sound. Although the spiders' legs could reach far, they couldn't turn for a while. They had no way to deal with the humans who hit them directly in the face.

The hard shield slammed hard into the spider's eyes, making a muffled popping sound. Then, with a squeaking sound, they were knocked off the wall, drew a parabola in the air, and fell into the burning ditch.

—The person giving orders on Durenna's behalf on the city wall was none other than Shalelei. And the person who rushed forward and crushed a spider with a hammer was none other than Isadore.

Even though Shalelei immediately climbed up the wall and took command after Durenna jumped off, she still couldn't completely stop the spiders' attack. She watched helplessly as several guards were pierced in the abdomen by spider legs and fell to the ground. She could only grit her teeth and command the reserve troops to quickly carry the wounded away.

After kicking the spider over, Isadore immediately turned around, and the hammer fell to the ground with a clang. She covered the guard's hideous wound on the abdomen with both hands.

But even so, blood still gushed out, staining her hands red and flowing down her white wrists. The little nun could only feel it all in horror and despair, feeling this person's life slipping away bit by bit...

She raised her head with tears in her eyes. In the light of the fire, the Saint Lady was standing on the wall, issuing one order after another. Occasionally, she turned her head to meet her gaze, and a trace of sadness and reluctance was revealed in her purple eyes.

The reserve team quickly rushed up and lifted the injured person. Hearing the guard's painful groans, Isadore couldn't help but shed tears.

Why? Why did this happen? The Saint was here, everyone had worked hard, and we had agreed that everyone would return home safe and sound when the sun rose. Why did this happen? Why did someone have to die?

Isadore's little head was completely unable to comprehend this matter. At this moment, she had only one thought in her mind - this person must not be allowed to die no matter what.

"Lord Goddess of Light, you are the light of protection that watches over all living beings, the light of mercy that heals pain... I beg you, I beg you to save this man's life, I beg you..."

Tears rolled down the little succubus's face. She had never longed for the goddess to perform a miracle as much as she did now, and had never longed to save a person's life as much as she did now.

Watching the rescue team gradually carry the wounded soldier away, watching the guard vomit blood mixed with crimson fragments in the violent turbulence. Seeing his life gradually slipping away, Isadore didn't know where she got the strength from, and suddenly ran forward, holding out her hands again.

It was at this moment that her whole body shook, her eyes turned white, and in a trance she seemed to see a golden light falling from the sky, dispelling the dark night sky and illuminating the world with light.

A solemn hymn echoed in her ears, as if clouds made of pure gold slowly parted between heaven and earth, and a hand slowly stretched out from the source of light—

What kind of hand was that? It seemed to be composed entirely of warm light, radiating warmth like the sun, and blooming gracefully like petals in the light that illuminated the world...

Isadore stared at the hand that fell from the sky in a daze. She knelt on the ground and stretched out her hands, wanting to touch the glorious miracle.

But at the moment she touched the fingertips of the hand of light, her vision suddenly darkened, and the miraculous light that illuminated the world disappeared in the blink of an eye. She was back to this cold night. No longer did she hear solemn hymns, but the shouts of soldiers, the sound of burning flames, and the howling of monsters, which was chaotic and noisy.

But…something was different.

Isadore stared at her hands. They were surrounded by a bright halo of pale golden light, like a torch illuminating the way ahead in the darkness.

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Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 59: Blessed Vision

As the golden light appeared, Sharlele's figure froze.

At that moment, her consciousness seemed to be torn away from her body. In a trance, she saw a dazzling light shining down from the other side of the sky. A solemn hymn echoed in her ears. From the source of that light, a huge and bright hand slowly stretched out, and its soft fingers bloomed in the air like petals...

The next moment, a pair of tiny hands reached out before him. Bathed in shadow, they seemed insignificant compared to the vast, earth-shattering miracle before him. Then, those tiny hands touched the fingertips that seemed cast from the glow—

This strange illusion vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, and Sharlele returned to the wall where the cold night wind blew. But in her vision, a golden light shone again.

——That’s Isadore.

The little nun, who was originally kneeling on the ground, stared at the golden light in her palms, then rushed forward and pressed her hands on the wounded soldier's lower abdomen under the shocked gaze of the reserve militia.

Golden holy light moistened the bloody wound. The wound created by the spider's legs, covered with sharp barbed horns, was a mess, and fragments of shattered internal organs and blood flowed out together. But under the golden light, the hideous wound was slowly healing...

For a moment, everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath, gazing in awe at this almost miraculous brilliance.

As time passed, sweat began to form on Isadore's smooth forehead. Her face grew paler, her breathing quickened, and the golden light in her palm gradually dimmed. But she still gritted her teeth, holding on even as her body began to sway.

Finally, her body shook violently, her knees softened, and she fell to the ground. But even so, she still maintained the posture of covering the wound with her palms, as if she was using all her strength to maintain the golden glow.

The light eventually slowly faded away.

"...!"

But just as the little nun was about to fall to the ground, a hand grabbed her waist.

And the next moment, the golden light lit up again.

Isadore tried to open her eyes wide, and in a trance, she saw the slightly curly long hair hanging down like golden threads in the light, the girl's profile illuminated by the scorching holy light, and a pair of purple eyes.

"Saint... Your Excellency?" Isadore struggled to utter two short syllables, while Salares smiled at her.

"Don't worry, I will save him."

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Even Sharlele herself didn't quite understand what had happened in those few short minutes.

After that series of brilliant visions, she vaguely felt that something flowed from Isadore into her body - no, to be more precise, it seemed that a door had opened between her and Isadore, and a wonderful and solemn sense of mission arose in her heart.

It was an extremely mysterious spiritual touch. It did not carry any specific information. It was as if someone was gazing at her peacefully and gently, but this wonderful feeling seemed to be driving her to save, heal and protect.

At that moment, a flash of enlightenment arose in Sharlene's heart.

This is the Goddess of Light.

In other words, this is the response of the Goddess of Light to prayers, the response when she grants miracles to priests.

But he was not a believer in the Goddess of Light, and he had never received a response from the Goddess when he prayed. So why was the Goddess's gaze falling on him at this moment?

Was it that the goddess was looking at him through Isadore, or was it that the goddess was actually looking at Isadore, but as the ruler of succubus, he had synchronized his mind with Isadore and thus received the goddess's gift?

Sharlele didn't get an answer, and she didn't need one at this moment. Before Isadore could even begin to stagger, she rushed forward without hesitation.

She not only had to help Isadore, but also save the injured guard.

The moment this thought came to her mind, she felt a strange spiritual sensation again. She seemed to feel the Goddess of Light smiling approvingly at her. Then, she replaced Isadore with her hands, pressing them against the bloody wound.

The magic power in the body was released without reservation. Sharlele's magic power was much stronger than Isadore's. These powerful magic powers that had never been used finally found a place to be used. They all turned into healing holy light and enveloped the wounded soldier.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly lit up!

If the holy light cast by Isadore only wrapped around her palm, then the holy light released by Sallelei at this moment turned into a golden ball of light, covering the entire area within a radius of ten meters, making the area under the wall as bright as day!

For a moment, the faces of everyone present, whether they were mountain people or militiamen, were illuminated by the brilliant light. They stared at the small sun-like ball of light in a daze and were speechless.

Under the warm holy light, the horrific wounds on the wounded soldier's body gradually began to heal, and even the injuries to his internal organs were repaired bit by bit.

As the golden light gradually dimmed until it was completely extinguished, only intact skin remained on his body. The wound that had almost torn open half of his stomach completely disappeared as if it had never existed.

The huge consumption of magic power also took away most of Sharlene's physical strength. When the treatment was completed, her eyes went dark and a strong feeling of exhaustion spread throughout her body. Like Isadore, her legs went weak and she almost fell down.

But then, several strong arms gently lifted her up. The militiamen carefully supported her and Isadore, their simple faces filled with immense joy, gratitude—and admiration.

"Lady Saint...Lady Saint!" Someone shouted in the silence, "A miracle has happened! It is Lady Saint who has brought us this miracle!"

"Lady Saint! Lady Saint!"

This shout completely ignited the emotions of everyone present. The cheers became louder and louder, and even the ground shook slightly.

Even the mountain folk who didn't believe in the Goddess of Light couldn't help but mutter, "Miracle... It truly is a miracle..." after witnessing the dazzling golden light.

Amidst the thunderous cheers, Sharlene wore a weak smile and slowly raised her hand. The cheers almost immediately stopped, and the militia looked at her in awe and reverence.

"Team leaders, listen up! Reserves, get up to the wall, replace the wounded, and do everything according to training... Then, send all the wounded to me!"

Sharlelei used up almost all her strength, shouted the commands from her daily training, and stood up by holding her knees.

Then, a smile appeared on her pale face with sticky hair.

"When the sun rises, each of you must return alive...!"

After a brief silence, the militiamen roared in unison. Each of their faces was filled with fanaticism and determination. They climbed onto the platform in an orderly manner, replaced the wounded, re-gripped their spears, and raised their shields, moving in unison like a highly efficient machine.

Spiders that scurried up the walls were knocked down one by one, and the wounded were carried down to the base of the wall on simple stretchers. As the golden light flashed again and again, the guards picked up their weapons and returned to their posts.

Throughout the entire battle, no one hesitated or retreated, because they knew that no matter how dark the night was, there would always be a lamp of hope to illuminate the path under their feet.

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——Finally, the battle is over.

When the last spider was pierced through the abdomen by a spear and died with a squeak, Durenna also jumped onto the top of the wall, holding the head of the hornless wolf.

Although the female knight had several wounds on her body and her hair was messy, her eyes were still bright and her movements were still agile.

While the hornless wolf's combat power far surpassed that of ordinary magical beasts, and it even possessed a degree of intelligence, leaving no chance of survival for ordinary humans. However, in a one-on-one fight, it was ultimately no match for a Transcendent Warrior, especially one who had acquired the power of a succubus and was at the peak of his fighting spirit.

"Captain!" Seeing Durenna appear, the guards bowed and saluted, looking at her blood-stained mail armor, long sword, and the wolf head in her hand in awe.