Succubus cannot be a saint

When Sean Worrow woke up slowly, it was already late at night. The room was pitch black. In the silent night, he could faintly hear a sound and a faint light flickered through the crack of the door.

He moved his body. The ropes on his hands and feet were tied very tightly. His lips were dry and his nose was extremely painful. He had no strength in his body. As an extraordinary warrior, the feeling of being full of power was gone. He felt that he might even be weaker than an ordinary person.

"Huh...huh..."

He was breathing rapidly, his forehead ached slightly, and the voice of the girl in white kept echoing in his mind.

"You are a prisoner now. You can't go anywhere. You can't save her, and you can't take her away from here. You can't do anything. You can't do anything!"

"It's a pity that we have surrounded the castle now. Not even a bird can fly out. She can only use up all the food and water inside and slowly starve to death, or come out and surrender."

"........."

He wanted to save her. He had to save her. He had to help her escape this besieged city. Even if it meant losing the Volo family's territory, even if he had to give up his noble status, he wanted to be with her and leave this troubled place...

At this moment, this was the only thought in Sean Warlow's mind. He stared intently at the dark void before him with his eyes wide open, his chest heaving violently, like squeezing a dry sponge, trying to squeeze out the last bit of strength from his weak body.

A faint white magical light shone from his body, but compared to usual, it was so weak. But even so, that momentary power was enough to make him "snap" twice and break the ropes on his hands and feet.

The sound of the rope snapping was remarkably loud in the silent room, and for a moment, Sean's heart nearly stopped. The white light on his body dissipated, and he lay there waiting for a long time. Seeing that the sound hadn't attracted the attention of anyone outside, he slowly moved his body and climbed to his feet.

As he stood up, he felt pain everywhere, from his wrists and ankles to his neck, cheeks, and even his forehead. He felt like his whole body was falling apart. He panted rapidly, pressed himself against the door, tried to move the huge iron lock, and sighed.

Then, he moved closer to the window. This time, his eyes lit up. Although the window was closed, it wasn't sealed shut. He took a deep breath, and once again, he squeezed the last bit of strength within him. He placed his palm against the windowpane. With a soft snap, the glass shattered.

He slowly carried the broken glass into several large pieces and placed them on the bed. Then he struggled to climb onto the windowsill and squeezed his body out of the window with great effort. He didn't care even though his back and stomach were scratched by the broken window glass.

With a dull thud, he landed on the ground in the church's backyard. The damp earth and the strong smell of manure just inches from his cheek made this pampered nobleman grimace.

But for Miss Kressa, it's nothing, nothing...

A voice kept echoing in Sean's mind. He gritted his teeth and got up, spat out the dirt mixed with manure in his mouth, and dragged one leg slowly to the side door of the church's backyard.

Along the way, he encountered two or three guards with torches. Judging from their attire, they looked like soldiers guarding Graystone Town. But at this moment, he didn't dare to reveal his identity and ask for help. The cultist who called herself "the Saint" would definitely force them to work for her. Exposing himself now would undoubtedly be a death sentence.

Hum, hum…

Lying under the fence in a dog-eating-shit posture, waiting for the guards to pass by, Sean Warlow sneered silently.

That cultist thought I would tell her about Miss Kressa. What a fantasy! Yes, I must find Miss Kressa. I must save her...

Thinking this, he waited for the guards to pass by him, then crawled out from behind the fence, hid in the shadows of the buildings on both sides of the road, and slowly disappeared into the darkness, dragging his weak and exhausted body.

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Sean Warlow stumbled through the dark and narrow secret passage.

When the castle was first built, several escape routes were designed specifically for the family members. The most secret one was located outside the castle, so that family members could escape unnoticed when in danger.

Sean stopped panting. He first came to the outside of the city from the church, and then returned to the castle along the secret passage from outside the city. For his weak body, it was already a great torture.

And what supported him like a fire in his heart was the belief of "saving Miss Coresa".

At the end of the secret passage, a heavy iron gate stood. Runes were painted on the gate, gleaming with a faint blue light. The magic lock on this iron gate and the magic circle that powered it were both created by the old wizard decades ago.

And this was long before Sean was born.

He bit his fingertip hard and smeared the blood on a rune disc on the iron door. With a flash of magical light, the iron door slowly opened silently.

In order to prevent foreign invasion and ensure the safety of the secret passage, this magic lock can only be opened with the blood of a member of the Volo family.

A musty smell of wooden barrels wafted from the pitch-black space behind the door, but to Sean's nose it sounded like the fragrance of heaven - this was the location of a storage room in the castle. Leaving this storage room and crossing the corridor was the lord's room.

He took a deep breath and slowly walked into the door.

However, at this moment, a cold hand covered with an iron glove suddenly stretched out from the darkness behind him!

Sean was caught off guard and the hand grabbed his neck tightly. He couldn't make any sound and could only stare at the void in front of him with his eyes wide open.

The next moment, a fair and beautiful face emerged from the darkness behind him, with an ominous and strange red light flashing in its blue eyes.

If it’s not Durenna, then who is it?

The female knight's hands crossed, and Sean Vorro groaned and fell to the ground. She stretched out her foot to block the iron door and bowed slightly. "Lady Saint."

Salares, wearing a pure white dress, slowly walked out of the darkness, followed by Isadore, who was holding a mace.

Durenna dragged the unconscious Sean Volo to block the door. About ten minutes later, a small group of Yuequan Town crossbowmen armed with catapult magic crossbows walked into the secret passage and entered the secret door one after another.

With a light bang, the secret door closed, and Sean's limp body was thrown on the floor of the storage room by Durenna. Sharlelei turned her head and glanced at the young master of the Volo family, a sneer appearing on her face.

"Thank you for showing us the way."

In this way, three succubi, along with a team of crossbowmen, invaded the seemingly indestructible Volo Castle without anyone noticing.

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Good afternoon! There will be an extra chapter today!

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 136: The New State of the Number of Desire

As early as when Sean Volo was captured, Shalelei had already thought of using him to invade Volo Castle.

She knew that such aristocratic castles must have secret escape routes, but digging such information out of Sean was a bit unrealistic. The cultist named Kressa must have controlled his mind long ago, so her charm might not be effective.

However, the more times like this, the more we need to reverse our thinking.

It was for this reason that Salares said those words to him during the day, and through the use of charm, she instilled the idea of ​​"must rescue Coresa" into his heart.

It was obviously not feasible to directly confront Sean's will and force him to reveal the location of the castle's secret passage. However, if he followed his will, the charm technique would be more effective.

After knocking him unconscious, Shailele specially ordered his handcuffs and shackles to be replaced with ropes, just to make it easier for him to "escape from prison" and lead the way for them.

If Sean hadn't been injured, hadn't been under a spell, hadn't experienced the shock of his own father flying, and had a clear mind, he might have been able to discover the clues. But by then, Sean had already lost his mind and fell into Sallelei's trap.

Sharlele was well prepared for this. She had arranged a team of crossbowmen on standby early on, and then she and Isadore and Durenna followed Sean from a distance under the cover of night.

At this time, Sean was in a weak state after taking the medicine. He was dragging his injured body and his mind was not clear. He had no way of noticing that the three succubi were following him.

That's how the scene of Charlene leading people to sneak into the castle happened.

"If you see a living person, shoot immediately."

After entering the castle, Sharlele hesitated for a moment, but still gave the order decisively.

She didn't know how much "pointy head medicine" the cultist Coresa had. If everyone in the castle had one, not only the soldiers, but even ordinary servants would be a deadly threat to her soldiers.

The only foolproof solution now is to knock down the people in the castle immediately before they drink the potion. This is the only way.

At Sharlele's command, the crossbowmen quickly moved along the corridor. The sounds of doors being broken, screams, and crossbow arrows whizzing could be heard continuously. Servants were driven out one after another and fell to the ground after being shot by arrows.

At this moment, the remaining guards in the castle were confronting the soldiers from Yuequan Town at the curtain wall and the fortress.

They never expected that the enemy would emerge from the inside of the castle without anyone noticing. When they realized that something was wrong inside the castle, it was already too late.

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By the time Kressa realized the castle had been broken into, it was too late.

This young woman with a rather friendly and pretty face stood at a loss in her laboratory, surrounded by four guards who were controlled by her drugs and were loyal to her.

"What should I do? How...how could this happen? How...how did they appear inside the castle?! Did Sean Warlow tell all the news...he betrayed me? No...it's impossible. How could he betray me?"

But besides her, only the Volo family knew about the secret passage. It must have been Sean Volo who told them... that bastard... that traitorous bastard!

She pressed her hands haphazardly on the table, beads of sweat streaming down her forehead, her eyes wide open, racking her brains to think of a countermeasure, but before she could make a decision, the door was kicked open and several crossbowmen rushed in!

"Hah--" Coresa screamed immediately, but before she could finish her sentence, the sound of whooshing rang out incessantly. In just a breath of time, several crossbow arrows were nailed into the chests of the guards, and they fell to the ground, with the black medicine bottle in their hands shattered.

"Catch them alive."

At this moment, a soft and sweet girl's voice sounded slowly, and a pure white figure emerged from the darkness behind the crossbowmen.

The slender legs wrapped in white stockings stepped out gracefully, and the flat shoes made a light clicking sound on the ground. Koresa's eyes gradually widened and her pupils slowly shrank - even she had not expected that this "saint" who had ruled the entire Yuequan Town at some point in time was actually such a beautiful girl.

For a moment, she was stunned, because she had a familiar impression of the face that appeared in the darkness.

——The crazy daughter of the Dravi family, a freak who loves women, the illegitimate daughter of a noble whose scandal is known to everyone in the entire Western Territory, Sharlele Dravi.

No matter what, Coresa couldn't connect this crazy rich girl who loved homosexuality with the so-called "saint" and "miracle".

At the same time, two other figures walked out of the darkness.

The female knight with her golden hair tied into a bun and wearing silver mail armor had an indifferent expression. In one hand she held a crossbow without a bowstring, on which a blue gem glowed faintly.

In her other hand she held a long sword, the tip of the sword pointing to the ground, and her whole body exuded the sharpness of an eagle. Just being stared at by her, Coresa couldn't help but tremble, and cold sweat ran down her back.

The other one was a petite, young nun with her blonde hair tied into two pigtails. She looked as innocent, lovely, and brilliant as a flower in the sun.

But such a young girl was holding a heavy hammer in one hand and looked as if nothing had happened.

"We finally meet, Miss Kressa. Or should I call you the cultist entrenched in Greystone Town?"

Salares looked at the young woman in front of her with slightly round cheeks and a distorted expression.

There is a pink "?75" floating above the other person's head. Under normal circumstances, this should be a cute face with a friendly attitude and a sweet smile.

And the moment Sharlele sees the number of desire, she will start thinking about how to make this woman her own.

but now……

"Do it." She said softly.

It was at this moment that Kressa moved. She gritted her teeth, and with her hand hidden in her sleeve, she activated a mechanism. A needle hidden in her sleeve pierced her wrist, pushing the black potion into her body.

Black blood vessels quickly spread across the body's surface, and the round female face began to distort. Her forehead bulged, her eyes bulged, and even a few small eyeballs grew in her eye sockets, squeezed in the eye sockets like cauliflower.

“Hooa ...

With two hissing sounds, her top was torn to pieces by her swollen body. Her rapidly elongated finger bones pierced her skin and cracked her nails, suddenly growing into a pair of sharp bone claws.

As Coresa changed, the number of desire above her head gradually dimmed, losing its bright pink color and turning into a blurry black number.

Seeing this, Shailelei's expression couldn't help but frighten.

She knew that the number of desires of ordinary women would disappear after they became succubi. She also knew that the number of desires of people would gradually disappear when they were near death.

But - now the number of desires on Coresa's head has "faded"!

This was a completely new state of the Number of Desire that she had never seen before! What did this mean?

But Kressa obviously wouldn't let Salarei dwell on it. With a beast-like roar, the terrifying humanoid monster, over two meters tall and with pale skin covered in black and purple veins, suddenly pounced at her!

At the same time, a small golden figure rushed out. Isadore gripped the mace tightly, the ferocious monster reflected in her eyes, but she was not afraid at all, and raised the mace boldly!

Coresa roared, and her sharp bone claws made a hissing sound in the air, and she grabbed the little nun's head with one claw!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 137: Congratulations on Your Fortune (Additional Update)

At this moment, there was no fear on the little nun's face. Her usual cheerful smile disappeared, replaced by extreme calmness and concentration, as if she had become a different person in an instant.

Seeing the other party's claw coming, Isadore's emerald eyes flashed with a cold light, and she quickly drew back her head. She was already short, and now she was more like a small ball, sliding past Koresa's claws. Then, with a backhanded hammer, she smashed hard into Koresa's ankle tendon!

With a muffled crack of broken bones, Kressa roared and fell to one knee. The spectators couldn't help but twitch their eyebrows, feeling a phantom pain in their ankles.

Seeing that Isadore and Coresa had entered into close combat, the crossbowmen could no longer shoot arrows indiscriminately and left the room under Sharlele's instructions.

Coresa knelt on one knee, roared wildly, and swung her arms. There were several leather belts on her arms that were fixed with various medicine bottles. With this swing, the belts burst, and the medicine bottles flew out in all directions. After they broke, streams of colorful smoke gushed out and spread.

"Poisonous fog!"

Sharlelei's heart trembled as she watched the poisonous fog spread, and she quickly retreated with Durenna. Isadore was not so lucky. She was enveloped in clouds of smoke, biting her lip, and for a moment she didn't know what to do.

"Isadore! Hold your breath!"

At this moment, Sharlelei's thoughts turned rapidly, she shouted loudly, and her eyes glanced at the wide table in the laboratory, and her heart suddenly moved.

"Table! Fan yourself with the table!"

If this order were given to someone else, that person would definitely think that Salleh was crazy.

But Isadore had no doubt about what the Saint said. She jumped to the side of the table without any hesitation, grabbed the table legs with both hands and suddenly lifted them up. There was a crisp sound, and all the bottles, jars, papers and pens on the table fell onto Coresa's face.

I don’t know if there was any corrosive liquid on it, but Coresa, who was splashed all over her head and face, immediately howled and covered her face with her hands.

Then, Isadore's two little hands actually sank into the legs of the table, and she used the long table as a fan and started dancing wildly!

The wide, long table flapped like a giant fan, sending a gust of wind whistling out. Durenna saw it clearly, and rushed out of the room with Sharlelei in her arms. As soon as the two of them rushed out, a puff of colorful smoke was blown out of the room by the strong wind!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, Isadore danced the table non-stop, and in a few strokes, all the poisonous mist was blown out of the room, overflowing into the corridor, and then drifting out of the window.

Seeing that there was almost no poisonous fog in the room, the little nun simply raised the table and calmly, calmly and swiftly hit Coresa on the head.

Bang! With the first slap, wood chips flew everywhere, and the long table broke in half. Before Coresa could recover from the sharp pain of the potion splashing on her face, she was hit by the huge force and was stunned. Stars appeared in her eyes.