Succubus cannot be a saint

Why is it that the evil magic that can mutate the flesh and blood of mortals is ineffective against me?

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The whistles and roars of the knights and the screams of the cultists could be heard in his ears. The high priest, who had turned into half a charcoal man, was lying on the ground, and his vision was completely dark.

Why? Why? Why did the sorcery I had specially prepared for that Holy Bow Knight have no effect at all?

The Dark Mother of Fertility is the all-giving, all-consuming goddess. Mortals are powerless to withstand her might. But that bitch… that Paladin bitch is not only unharmed, but is even gathering strength to fight back. What's going on?

Unless... unless—

An absurd and almost impossible idea emerged in his mind.

——Unless that woman... is not a mortal?

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The figures of the griffin riders crossed the sky, and brilliant arrows of light fell like rain.

Each sharp arrow took away a sinful life, and Berea's clear shouts echoed throughout the wilderness.

"Run! Run!"

The holy light bursting into the sky seemed to give courage to the civilians, and they began to riot. Some beat the cult priests around them with shackles, and some pressed the priests to the ground with daggers, while more people supported each other, men supported women, and the elderly supported children, and began to flee frantically!

The remaining priests and soldiers wanted to fight back, but the golden arrows of light falling from the sky were like a violent storm, continuously suppressing them.

Every time a golden light flashed, a row of cult soldiers fell to the ground. The leaderless priests were unable to take care of themselves and could only watch in despair as the civilians gradually ran away under the cover of the Griffin Knights...

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On top of the city wall.

Sharlelei looked at the priest team that was defeated by the charge of the griffin knights and breathed a sigh of relief.

As Bereya charged towards the cult priests alone, her heart couldn't help but rise in fear. Fortunately, not only did she escape unharmed, she even defeated the enemy leader in one fell swoop, staging a miraculous counterattack.

Beside her, the soldiers of the Holy Maiden Army who were operating the crossbows just now had already stopped their actions - and this was exactly the order given by the Holy Maiden a few minutes ago.

Archbishop Raymond, standing beside Sallelei, had a livid expression on his face. For the soldiers of the Holy Maiden Army, the orders of the Holy Maiden naturally took precedence over those of the Archbishop. But for Raymond, Sallelei's attempt to stop him from firing his crossbows at the civilians was a challenge to his authority.

"She did it, Archbishop," Salares chuckled. Raymond nodded grimly, but said nothing.

But the next moment, Shalelei's face suddenly changed, because she clearly felt an extremely ominous and evil breath, and the source of this breath was behind the enemy's position!

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Today is also a two-in-one chapter! I hope Shen He won't cause me any more trouble...

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 196: Black Goat Tentacles

"High...Priest...High Priest..." A black-robed priest dragged his blood-stained body and crawled slowly on the ground.

The figures of the Griffin Knights and civilians had already gone far away. Now all that was left behind the position were corpses on the ground and a group of cult soldiers who had luckily survived and were stunned.

Although the Dark Mother of Fertility Cult used the Nightmare Cult's drugs to control the soldiers' minds, allowing them to fight alongside monsters, the effect of the drugs was ultimately limited. Coupled with the flashing of swords and sabers on the battlefield, most of the soldiers' effects wore off, and seeing the corpses strewn all over the ground, they howled and scattered like birds and beasts.

Most of the hundreds of soldiers who stayed behind were unlucky and didn't wake up, or were simply so frightened that they forgot to run.

"The sacrifice has escaped..." The black-robed priest, several arrows lodged in his back, struggled to crawl towards the charcoal-black figure lying on the ground before him. His hood slipped down, revealing a gaunt face with long front teeth protruding from his lips and rat-like ears on top of his head.

"We can no longer... summon... the mother's cubs..."

"...You're wrong." The high priest suddenly said hoarsely. His entire body was burned to charcoal, like a charred corpse. "Even if we can no longer summon the mother's cubs, we can still summon... His tentacles."

"But, we don't have any sacrifices... ahem... High Priest, we have... no hope..."

The next moment, a bloody tentacle suddenly stretched out from the broken arm of the charred corpse and pierced through the chest of the black-robed priest!

"You're right, there's no hope for us. But... the sacrifice... isn't it right here?"

The black-robed priest raised his head and stared at the high priest with disbelief and horror. The next moment, his body silently transformed into a pile of blood-red foam and collapsed to the ground...

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When she sensed the evil aura, Berea suddenly turned around.

I saw a blood-red quagmire appeared on the ground in the distance. The quagmire was constantly expanding, not only swallowing up the corpses one after another, but also hundreds of cult soldiers jumped in one after another like puppets!

A faint sound of evil chanting echoed in the air, and then the bloody quagmire with a radius of nearly ten meters suddenly expanded, and a black and red light column filled with an ominous aura shot up into the sky!

"Great is my Lord, the insatiable glutton; great is our dark mother; great is our grandmother, who devours everything and gives birth to everything... The siblings of your youngest son will come and devour the lackeys of the false gods..."

The bloody smell spread along with the low chanting, and a sticky blood rain poured down.

In the blink of an eye, the bloody quagmire disappeared without a trace, replaced by a giant fleshy pillar that was more than ten meters high, five meters thick, narrow at the top and thick at the bottom. At first glance, it looked like a strange giant tentacle.

The huge pillar kept tumbling and twisting, and its uneven black and red surface looked like countless twisted limbs. As it squirmed, eyeballs and huge mouths with fangs turned out. The top of the pillar was covered with countless tentacles like a sea anemone, and it was as hideous and terrifying as a monster that would only appear in nightmares.

On the city walls, ordinary soldiers, taking only a glance from afar, felt blood trickle from their eyes and cried out in terror. Even extraordinary figures like Archbishop Raymond and Archpriest Whitham felt a wave of dizziness.

In this panic, only Salares, Isadore and Durenna were unaware, as if they were not affected at all.

"Those are...those are the tentacles of the Black Goat, a minion of the evil god 'Mother of Monsters'!"

As the priests on the wall shouted, a shrill scream erupted from the griffin knights in the distance.

A knight stared at the eerie, terrifying black goat tendrils, a strange, flesh-red liquid slowly oozing from the cracks in his iron gloves. The griffin beneath him also slowly raised its head, twisting 180 degrees in the terrifying silence, staring at him emotionlessly.

The next moment, with a soft "puff" sound, the griffin's eyeball shattered quietly, and countless tiny eyeballs rushed out like larvae!

“Hahaha…Ahahaha…Haaaaa…Roar…”

The knight screamed in terror, but it soon turned into incoherent laughter. Countless tiny eyeballs spurted out from under his mask, and the flesh-colored mud that seeped out of his armor merged with the griffin, solidifying into a flesh membrane with countless tiny blood vessels.

Finally, a half-human, half-griffin monster completely wrapped in a strange flesh membrane stood up. The fragments of armor embedded in its flesh and blood reflected tiny rays of light in the sunlight.

The knight's roar turned into the gurgling sound of a sticky liquid. The griffin covered with flesh flapped its broken wings and flew up towards the rising sun.

A golden meteor broke through the sky and pierced the monster's chest.

"Don't look directly at that monster!" Bereya roared, a flicker of pity and anger flashing across her crimson eyes. She suddenly turned around, yanked on her mount's reins, and flew towards the black goat's tendrils.

"I'll hold it back, you guys run! The farther the better!"

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At this time, the city wall was in chaos.

The soldiers were frightened by the evil creature that appeared before them, and the knights had to kill several deserters before they could barely maintain order on the city wall.

"Don't panic!" Whitham roared. "Although this evil creature can mutate mortal flesh and blood, we are far away and protected by the defensive barrier. We will be safe. Don't panic!"

But even though he shouted at the top of his lungs, the soldiers were still trembling, their faces pale. One soldier pointed at the monster with trembling hands, "Master Priest...but...it's approaching us!?"

As soon as these words were spoken, screams and cries rose from the wall again.

Granted, the evil creature was far away now, so it was safe. But it was moving! Somehow, it was slowly approaching the city wall! By the time it got close, those people on the wall would be dead.

"This..." Whitham was stunned for a moment. He didn't know where his usual preaching skills had gone. He couldn't even utter a word. Seeing the high priest remain silent, despair suddenly appeared in the soldiers' eyes.

But at this moment, a pure white figure slowly stepped forward.

"—Warriors! Please listen to me!"

A clear, young girl's voice echoed from the city wall, sending out invisible spiritual ripples. A powerful, enchanting magic spread, quickly suppressing the soldiers' fear.

"There are defenseless people behind us, so we must not retreat! We are Field's last line of defense!"

Listening quietly to the girl's voice, the fear in the soldiers' eyes gradually faded away, turning into trance and confusion, and finally into anger and determination.

"We must not allow this evil to transcend our walls and turn our friends and family into twisted flesh... Holy Maidens, follow my command! Start your engines!"

The girl's voice gradually became more passionate, and when she spoke the last two sentences, it almost sounded decisive and sonorous, and a string of murderous sparks burst out.

As she shouted these two words, the "Holy Maiden Army" instinctively carried out the order. They placed their hands on the magic engine in unison, quickly completed the direction calibration, and shouted the slogan to start the engine.

"shooting!"

"shooting!"

As if they knew nothing of fear, the "Holy Maiden Army" stared fearlessly at the evil before them. Even under the protection of the protective barrier, blood slowly flowed from their mouths and noses from looking directly at the evil. But despite this, they remained steadfast in operating the crossbows, without a single hesitation.

Beside them, the Field soldiers were still in a state of panic and terror. The contrast between the two was obvious. Archbishop Raymond stared at this scene, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

He was happy because this saint who came from heaven was a friend and not an enemy.

He was worried. He didn't know how this saint trained her soldiers. These soldiers were so strict and decisive in following orders.

Even his most elite Knights of the Radiant Feathers were only at this level.

As the engine roared and magic power surged, another overwhelming rain of arrows was released, falling on the black goat tentacles in the distance with the force of thunder.

Continuous arrows cut through the air, making a whistling sound, leaving shocking wounds on the dark red disgusting flesh, with black and red mucus flowing everywhere.

Amidst the endless barrage of arrows, a soldier defending the city suddenly shouted out in surprise.

"That monster...that monster is slowing down!"

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 197: Durenna's Breakthrough

But near the black goat's tentacles, Berea saw a completely different scene.

Although countless large arrows were inserted into the body of the black goat's tentacles, the speed of the evil creature's advance was indeed visibly slowed down, but as the flesh and blood on its body squirmed, those arrows were squeezed out, and the wounds healed almost instantly.

As a minion of the evil monster mother, the Black Goat Tentacles has always been known for its powerful regenerative ability. Although these purely physical attacks effectively stopped its progress, they were still not enough to cause it real damage.

"Master's magic crossbow is effective, but not completely..."

Bereya's heart sank. She deftly swiped her "golden wings" to the side of the tentacle, dodging the whip-like lashes of the evil creature's top tentacle. She could feel the griffin beneath her crotch trembling, as if something was about to burst out of its body.

Berea took a deep breath of the air that was heavily scented with blood, and continuously channeled her magic power into the "Golden Wing" to relieve its trembling.

But to be honest, she didn't quite understand why the evil magic of flesh and blood mutation seemed to be completely ineffective on her - before this, she had seen the knight's mutation with her own eyes, and she also felt that under the evil power of the black goat's tentacles, Jin Yi was also struggling on the edge of mutation.

But she herself didn't feel anything at all.

...Is it because I am a "succubus" instead of a "human"?

This somewhat funny thought flashed through Berea's mind. Without thinking any more, she immediately bent her bow and drew her arrow. A series of golden arrows poured down from the side and hit the black goat's tentacles.

The light arrows filled with holy light left smoking burn wounds on the black and red flesh pillars. The evil creature seemed to feel pain, and the countless bloody mouths on its body suddenly opened, erupting with a sharp and shrill roar!

The roar filled with filthy magic spread out, and the griffin knight who was escorting civilians in the distance trembled all over. He felt as if something was about to break out from under his skin. A wave of pain, numbness and itching swept through his body. He quickly used magic to protect himself and his mount, thus avoiding the fate of becoming a memory monster.

But the civilians, without magical protection, were not so lucky. Screams echoed from the crowd, many falling unconscious with nosebleeds. A dozen or so people were instantly shattered into pieces of misshapen flesh. The knights, grudgingly, had to shoot these monsters.

One knight, enduring the numbness and discomfort throughout his body, reluctantly turned around and glanced out of the corner of his eye. Surrounding the massive figure of the evil creature was a small dot of light flitting back and forth. It was Berea.

Is the captain okay?

But looking at the light spot flying lightly without any stagnation, as if it was not afraid of the evil magic of flesh and blood mutation at all, the knight's mouth twitched.

...The leader is worthy of being the leader.

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The black goat's tentacles roared, like countless tiny screams overlapping each other. The shrill and sharp sound waves spread far away, and even the protective barrier on the city wall that was flashing white light began to tremble.

At a weak point in the barrier, a Fielder soldier screamed, and countless flailing fleshy tentacles erupted from his body. In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a bloody mess. The priest quickly patched up the barrier, and four or five spears plunged into the rotten flesh. Blood gushed out, and the flesh thrashed twice before stopping.

"Isadore, Durenna." Salare pursed her lips and called softly, and the two succubi immediately stepped forward.

With the succubus's sharp vision, she could see clearly that the shooting of the magic crossbow did slow down the evil god's followers, but in terms of actual damage, it was Berea's holy light arrow that caused the actual damage.

But Berea was alone and weak, and she couldn't suppress the evil creature by herself.

It would be great if the crossbow could shoot holy light arrows...

"Go and support Berea. But be careful, that evil creature will mutate the flesh and blood of living beings. If you can't hold on, retreat immediately."

"But Lady Sa... Saint, I don't feel anything at all." Isadore stuck out her tongue. Durenna glared at her, grabbed the little succubus, bowed to Sharlelei, and left.

No feeling at all? Sharlelei raised an eyebrow at that. Why? Was it because Isadore was a succubus? She and Durenna didn't seem to be affected either. Could it be that...

This evil creature's "flesh mutation aura" is only effective on mortals?

At this moment, Whitham turned to Archbishop Raymond and said in a deep voice, "Archbishop, a volley of crossbows alone cannot destroy that monster. Please order the use of Mirror of Holy Light!"

Salarei's heart was moved when she heard this, while Archbishop Raymond nodded grimly.

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Amidst the sharp and strange screams, Berea felt the "golden wings" under her crotch trembling more and more violently. She had no choice but to pause her attack and dodge the attacking tentacles with all her strength, pouring most of her magic power into it.