Succubus cannot be a saint

When Poison Peony walked out of the Temple of Plenty, what she saw was a dazzling stream of light formed by torches.

Over a hundred combat nuns, weapons drawn, surrounded the temple gates. At the front was a tall, slender nun in her late twenties with short, sharp black hair, wielding two longswords.

Of course Du Mudan recognized her—Irennie, the head sister of the Battle Sisters and a mid-level extraordinary warrior.

Meanwhile, another priest of abundance, Mylin, and the other clergymen in the temple gathered at the temple gate. Their faces were filled with fear and confusion, not knowing what had happened.

A soldier ran over and handed a letter to Irenne. She opened it and took a look, her hawk-like eyes fixed on Du Mudan.

Seeing this, Poison Peony immediately realized that her identity had been exposed. However, the Archbishop mobilized the Sisters of War too quickly, as if he had planned to surround the Church of Plenty long ago.

"Ms. Krona, or should I call you... the Poison Peony of the Nightmare Cult?" Irenne raised her hand to signal Mylin to calm down, then stepped forward. Her voice was cold and slightly hoarse, as sharp as a drawn blade.

Hearing these words, Mailin and the clergy around her gasped and turned to look at Du Mudan at the same time.

"Haha, hahahaha..." All the disguises and excuses were useless. Du Mudan laughed wildly, laughing so hard that she fell backwards. She wiped her face suddenly, and the whole face skin fell off!

The clergy of the Church of Plenty exclaimed in surprise, but when Poison Peony raised her head again, her appearance had changed - it turned out that she had been wearing a human skin mask.

And when she wiped off the mask, everyone gasped again.

The face was bisected by the bridge of the nose. The left half was pale, barely recognizable as a beauty, but the right half was covered in dark brown, twisted scars. The eroded and healed flesh looked particularly hideous in the firelight. The eye sockets were held together by the almost fused upper and lower eyelids, and only the grayish-white eyeballs could be barely seen...

With a snap, Du Mudan's black gauze gloves fell to the ground, revealing a pair of hands with rotten and twisted flesh, unrecognizable.

Those are the traces left by the alchemical potion.

Poison Peony took out a small purple crystal from her bosom with her broken hand and grinned.

Her smile was very strange. The corners of her lips on the left half of her face were raised, while the eroded mouth on the right half of her face was twitching unnaturally. The lipless mouth was cracked, revealing mottled gums and pale teeth.

Then, without hesitation, she crushed the amethyst.

Silence passed quietly in the dark night, and nothing happened. At this time, Battle Sister Irenne spoke calmly.

"Are you waiting for those alchemical poisons to explode?"

Upon hearing this, Du Mudan's face suddenly twisted!

"How... did you know?" she hissed, and Irenne calmly raised her hand. The battle sisters behind her set up their crossbows - crossbows without bowstrings, flashing with a strange blue light.

"We tracked every clergy member who left the Church of Plenty over the past two days and discovered the alchemical poisons and detonation runes they placed throughout the streets."

"You... knew from the beginning that I was in the Church of Abundance!?" Poison Peony's face became more and more distorted. For a moment, a light suddenly flashed through her mind - that saint!

That saint said, "The spy isn't among those present"—that was clearly a lie, a deception! That little bitch knew from the beginning that I was hiding in the Church of Plenty, but she didn't know who I was. She was clearly putting on this show to force me out!

Even the statement that "Duke Dravi will soon send troops to support" may not be true!

If...if I could endure for a little longer, if...

Poison Peony's teeth chattered with hatred, but unfortunately, there was no turning back. Her resentful gaze swept over Irenne, the battle sisters, and the priests of abundance.

"Why...why can your gods survive intact to this day, while the adults who gave me that beautiful world are about to fall apart and fall into a deep sleep..."

Accompanied by heavy breathing, the mouths on both sides of her face began to move. Although the two mouths moved in different ways, they spoke the same sentence.

"Shoot!" Irenne shouted, completely uninterested in hearing this cultist's heresy. With the soft sound of hammers striking crystal, arrows flew like locusts towards the poisonous peony!

Although the firing method had been changed to a "foolproof" one, the power of the magic crossbow had not been reduced. Instead, its power had been greatly enhanced due to Velie's optimization of the rune structure.

Poison Peony laughed wildly, her hoarse voice echoing in the night air. A dark purple magic shield appeared before her, blocking the flying crossbow arrows and sending out purple ripples.

But before her laughter died down, it turned into a sharp cry of pain.

Under the continuous crossbow shooting, the surging magic shield was actually torn open, and a crossbow arrow pierced her shoulder blade!

Although Du Mudan quickly repaired the breach in the shield, she suddenly realized a horrifying fact while being bombarded by the endless rain of arrows.

My magic shield can't hold up anymore.

These magic crossbows far surpassed ordinary crossbows in both rate of fire and power. Every inch of the shield was bearing the relentless barrage of powerful blows. Just repairing the shield was exhausting, leaving no room for spells. Even so, it was like robbing Peter to pay Paul.

——If this continues, the magic shield that the extraordinary strong men rely on to look down on ordinary weapons will be broken in a moment.

Damn it...that, that saint...that saint!

Across from her, Irenne was also secretly horrified. She had heard rumors of the Saintess Army, relying on their miraculous crossbows to penetrate the cult's ranks with impunity, but as a resident of this world, she subconsciously felt that this was only a tactic used against ordinary armies and might not be effective against extraordinary individuals.

But now, her three views have been refreshed.

He actually managed to suppress a superhuman being with just this volley of crossbow arrows! He even managed to break her shield!

A strange thought slowly emerged in her mind - is the war pattern in this world about to change?

In the future, every extraordinary strong man who goes to the battlefield will have to consider whether his magic shield can withstand the continuous shooting of these crossbow arrows?

But the next moment, before the magic shield was broken, Poison Peony's roar rang out.

“—Get started!”

For a moment, there was only a constant hissing sound. Suddenly, dozens of clergymen from the Church of Plenty roared in pain. Their bodies swelled unnaturally, bursting through their clothes, and in the blink of an eye they turned into hideous monsters over two meters tall.

“——Aaaaaah!”

Seeing a young girl beside her transformed into a monster in the blink of an eye, Pastor Mylin of Fertility sat down on the ground, screaming in terror. The monster no longer resembled a human. Saliva flew everywhere as it howled, and it clawed at Mylin!

But just before the monster's claws were about to pierce Mylin's chest, a large ball shining with golden light came rushing towards her from the side, and the monster flew out at an angle as if it had been hit by a chariot!

"Auntie, are you okay?" A small white hand stretched out in front of Mylin. Mylin raised her head in shock, but saw that there was no big golden ball, but a cute little nun as delicate as a piece of jade was blinking at her.

In her hands, the little nun was holding two hammers that were still stained with blood.

At the same time, another silver figure rushed into the group of monsters like lightning. As the sword flashed, blood splattered from the neck of a monster and it fell to the ground dejectedly.

A slender and tall blonde girl slowly walked forward, with the tip of her sword pointing diagonally at the ground, dirty blood dripping down, and her pair of blue eyes staring at the poisonous peony not far away like a hawk.

These two people are Isadore and Durenna.

Immediately afterwards, a golden meteor streaked across the night sky and suddenly exploded in the air into countless light arrows that rained down on the crowd, pinning the monsters to the ground with incredible precision without accidentally injuring anyone.

Only then did the sound of horse hooves echo from afar. A silver-armored knight on horseback wielded a longbow, its bow gleaming with a holy golden light. Behind the knight sat a young girl with a sweet smile, her pure white nun's headscarf fluttering in the night breeze.

Seeing the two riders, Du Mudan's expression immediately turned extremely grim. This was because they were the Holy Bow Knight Berea and the "God's Chosen Saint" Shalelei.

With the help of a group of extraordinary strong men, the battle nuns rushed forward and easily separated the remaining priests of abundance and the monsters. Sharp blades flew and black blood splattered. In just a few breaths, the monsters fell one after another, and the black blood stained the steps of the Temple of Abundance.

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Wow, I played Black Souls 2 and updated a little late today

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 188: Why Play...

Seeing that both of her preparations were easily broken by the opponent, Du Mudan, knowing that she had fallen into a trap, slowly retreated step by step.

Isadore, Durenna, and a group of battle nuns stepped over the monster's cold corpse and slowly surrounded it. Poison Peony clutched her shoulder blades and scanned them with a cold gaze, her heart sinking.

The nuns stopped shooting, and their meaning was clear - they wanted to capture him alive.

"You've already lost, Ms. Poison Peony... Oh, so this is your real face." When Sharlelei's voice sounded, Poison Peony's heart chilled to the freezing point.

She had already lost, how could she not know this? The girl's charming smile reflected in Du Mudan's eyes was more terrifying than anything else.

Obviously... it was so close. As long as he could continue to hide, he could seize the opportunity to create chaos and cooperate with the army outside to take over the city...

But at this critical moment, a "God-chosen Saint" descended from the sky! She disrupted all the cult's plans, brought reinforcements and those terrifying weapons to repel the cult's offensive, and even brought herself to this point...

Du Mudan couldn't figure out how this saint had gotten Coresa to speak, or how she had escaped from her dream. All cult spies were supposed to be drugged to numb their pain, so they wouldn't speak no matter how hard they were tortured.

However, these are no longer important. The most important thing right now is to escape from these damn lackeys of the Light and never let them catch me.

"You seem to have forgotten one thing..." Poison Peony hissed. Her cold and resentful gaze fixed on the girl's delicate face, and she silently twirled the ring on her finger. "...about how I pretended to be the Reverend of Plenty."

Sallelei was stunned when she heard this.

Yes, as a priest of the Lord of Dreams, she shouldn't be able to cast spells in the realm of abundance. So how did she disguise herself as a priest of abundance?

She subconsciously looked at Mylene, and this genuine fertility priest was sweating profusely. "I, I don't know... Krona, ah... this damn cultist... she did cast the fertility spell, so..."

"Hahaha...hahahaha!" Poison Peony laughed wildly. The storage ring in her hand flashed with light, and a seven-stringed harp appeared in her hand. The harp was made entirely of twisted birch branches, dotted with fresh green leaves, and the strings shimmered with a beautiful pale yellow fluorescence.

"That—that's...that's it!" Mylene screamed, her sweet face flushing purple. "'Shadow of the Spring Goddess'!"

Haruhi… When Sharlene heard the name, the corner of her mouth twitched. "What is that?"

"That's... that's one of the lost holy relics of my sect. It's fallen into the hands of cultists!" The priest of abundance anxiously grabbed his curly hair. "It allows the holder to cast some low-level divine spells, and also..."

But before she could finish, Poison Peony's hoarse, wolf-like laughter resounded in the night sky, "—and can also control plants and beasts!"

As her curled, eroded fingers touched the strings, soft notes flowed out like a spring. The next moment, a sharp cry suddenly rang out from above everyone's heads!

"Oh no! Griffin...Griffin Tower—!"

Bereya was the first to react, her face instantly turning pale. Everyone looked up and saw a tall tower standing in the night not far from the Temple of Plenty. The shrill cry came from the top of the tower!

Then, a group of dark shadows suddenly rose from the tower, swooping down hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, swooping down towards the people in front of the temple! In the light of the fire, Sharlelei could clearly see that they were the griffins raised by the Knights!

The leading griffin was none other than Berea’s mount, “Golden Wing”!

In just a blink of an eye, the furious griffins rushed into the crowd, biting with their sharp beaks and claws, and blood splattered everywhere. Several combat sisters fell to the ground, and the remaining combat sisters fell into chaos.

If they fought, those griffins were extremely valuable magical beasts, and the death of one would make the Archbishop feel pain for a long time. If they didn't fight, the sisters couldn't withstand a few blows from these beasts.

For a moment, the scene was in chaos. The nuns' team was completely dispersed. Screams, cries and roars resounded through the night sky. The flying and swooping griffins even blocked the figure of Du Mudan.

"Goodbye, minions of the Goddess of Light..." The Dream Priest sneered, pulled a magic scroll from her storage ring, and tore it open. With a burst of blue arcane light, her body soared into the pitch-black night sky, quickly flying out of the city under the cover of darkness.

"Damn it, don't even think about running!" Belea tried her best to bend the bow and draw the arrow, but the warhorse under her crotch was frightened by the griffin. It raised its front hooves and let out a long neigh, and an arrow of light was shot out immediately.

Then, two frantic griffins pounced, forcing Berea to use her arched back to smash them apart. By then, Poison Peony had already flown away.

Belea gritted her teeth, trying to resist the griffins' relentless attacks, but she had grown up with "Golden Wing" and was unable to attack them no matter what. The longbow in her hand was not good for close combat, so she could only fight and retreat.

During a lull in the battle, she looked at Isadore and the others, their limbs entangled by the griffins. She thought that every second she delayed would allow Poison Peony to escape further, and a wave of despair welled up in her. She was the best at long-range attacks here, and if even she couldn't stop Poison Peony...

——Is the valuable information brought by the Saint Lady and all their efforts going to be wasted?

Suddenly, Berea felt a lightness behind her, and it turned out that Salare had jumped off the horse.

Sharlelei looked up at the night sky. In the succubus's vision, the figure of Poison Peony was clearly visible.

"Cover me, Sister Bereya!" She shouted softly. Bereya didn't understand what she meant, but the moment she heard the girl's order, her whole body trembled. Goose bumps and inexplicable joy spread all over her body, and even a warm current seemed to surge from deep in her lower abdomen.

"……Yes!"

The female knight answered loudly, a hint of joy in her voice that was quickly drowned out by the chaos of the battlefield. She swung her longbow with all her might, drawing a golden arc of light that drove back the attacking griffins.

Taking advantage of this brief opportunity, Sharlene stretched out her arms, spread her fingers and put them together.

"——My Lord's Holy Light, cleanse the evil!"

The next moment, brilliant holy light illuminated the darkness.

A beam of light as thick as a bucket streaked across the sky, illuminating the street almost as bright as day. It spanned a distance of dozens of meters and shot towards the poisonous peony in the air!

Protected by the magic shield, Du Mudan only felt a strong light behind her. She turned her head subconsciously and saw that the brilliant golden light almost blinded her eyes!

"Varied--"

She barely had time to scream before she was engulfed by the endless stream of holy light! Her dark purple magic shield crumbled under the scorching, almost tangible holy light, sending intense burning pain throughout her body.

In a trance, the dream priest seemed to have returned to the time when he was still an apprentice in the world of medicine. Back then, the potion that burned his cheeks and hands was also so scorching hot...

Then, she fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The thick pillar of light that stretched across the night sky gradually thinned, eventually dissolving into a scattering of light that fell to the ground. Silence fell before the Temple of Plenty, as if even the frenzied griffins were frightened by the brilliant holy light, each one lowering their heads and tucking their tails between their legs.

Everyone looked at the source of the light - the girl in holy white clothes.

"What is that?" Finally, a sister of battle trembled and said, "Is that a miracle?"

"That seems to be..." Another nun swallowed her saliva. Even she herself felt that this answer was too outrageous. "Light-guided...arrow..."

"Light-guided arrow?" The previous nun's voice was distorted. "'Arrow'?"

It lit up the entire street, and from a distance of dozens of meters, it blew away the cultist's magic shield with one shot, and knocked her down in the process... And then you tell me that this thing is the lowest-level offensive magic in the realm of light, the light-guided arrow?

If this bucket-thick beam of light is a light-guiding arrow, then what do ordinary priests use? Light-guiding hair?

Looking at the light particles floating in the air, Berea swallowed her saliva in confusion.

Am I still the best at long-range attacks here...?