Succubus cannot be a saint

But bathed in the roar filled with filthy magic, she herself was safe and sound. Not only did her body not mutate, but there was not even a single pimple on her smooth and delicate skin.

Is it really because... I am a succubus?

Bereya was surprised and delighted, even a little amused. Who would have thought that being a master's subordinate could have such wonderful benefits? But as she was lost in thought, a strong wind blew over her head, and the black goat's tentacles were like dozens of steel whips, smashing down with a whistling sound!

But at this moment, a slender figure came running like a ghost, stepping on the body of the black goat's tentacles. A silver light flashed like lightning, and in an instant, it cut off one of the tentacle as thick as a wooden barrel, and black blood sprayed all over the sky!

Berea, who was in mid-air, saw clearly that the one who came to help was the heroic and stern female knight beside Shalelei.

After being collared by her master herself, Bereya even had a dark suspicion: Did this handsome female knight, like herself, once kneel before her master, begging for her orders and domination?

But now, she had cast all these dark thoughts behind her. Durenna's figure was enveloped in a faint white light, her brows slanted, her eyes frosty. She looked like a cold, unsheathed sword, not even a strand of her golden hair out of place.

Although the white light representing attributeless magic still lingered around Durenna, Berea could see that the power of her lightning-fast slash had already reached the level of a mid-level extraordinary warrior.

The biggest difference between the primary and mid-level extraordinary warriors lies in the attributes of magic.

A beginner warrior could only absorb and contain magic without attributes. Once their bodies were toughened enough, they could harness magic with attributes, whether it was fire and ice, storm and lightning, or even holy light like Berea's.

This also means that Durenna's strength is only one step away from a mid-level extraordinary warrior.

But after this lightning strike, Durenna's body also jumped into the air, where she had no leverage. However, the black goat tentacles didn't care about that, and the remaining tentacles smashed down on her head!

"Be careful!" Belea screamed, and the arrow of light flew out of her hand, but it was still a second too late. She saw Durenna being submerged in dozens of tentacles like steel whips and iron pillars!

But, the next moment.

The female knight's body was as light as a feather, and she "swam" out of the tentacles with the wind. The white light on her body gradually took on a hint of blue, and a nearly invisible cyclone swirled lightly around her body.

A second later, Durenna snapped out of her trance. Wind elementalism enveloped her body, and the magic within her seemed to grow even lighter, like weightless wind. The air currents and storms seemed to become her wings, carrying her soaring through the air.

"I... broke through?" she murmured to herself. All she could remember was the scene where she was about to be submerged by the tentacles, and the thought that flashed through her mind - "It would be great if I could fly."

Originally, thanks to Sharlele's Gift of Blasphemy and the "Gift of the Succubus Queen," her physical strength was already strong enough to withstand elemental magic. However, she had been so busy with work and assimilating the succubus that she had no time to practice.

At this moment, her power finally blossomed and brought her to a new level.

The strike, which should have hit, missed, and the Black Goat's tentacle seemed to be stunned. And during this delay, Durenna, still in mid-air, swooped down like a bird, her sword flashing again, instantly severing another tentacle!

This girl actually broke through in the battle and found her own "elemental attributes"... Berea stared at this scene in a daze, and then the black goat's tentacles shook again, and another angry scream erupted.

She instinctively looked down and saw a little nun, shrouded in blazing holy light, swinging two hammers on the ground, smashing the evil creature's roots with the force of a mountain splitter...

Berea: “…………”

Volume 2: The Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 198: Adding a Buff to the Ballista (4k)

On top of the city wall, a huge mirror made of pure silver was lifted up.

It was four meters high and two meters wide. Archbishop Raymond stood under the mirror, with the priest Whitham and more than twenty priests lined up on both sides of him.

Is this the collective divine magic of the Field Clergy?

Sharlelei watched this scene without blinking. Since she had traveled through time, this was the first time she had seen a large number of extraordinary people participating in a war.

Pious and solemn chants rang out on the city wall, and rays of holy light shone from the priests. The pure gold gathered on the mirror surface, revealing a bit of hot and bright white.

Looking at the mirror, a sudden enlightenment came to Sharlene's mind.

The magic of the light priest has a property similar to "light" and can be gathered and refracted. The Mirror of Holy Light uses this to concentrate the power of all priests on this mirror, thereby casting extremely powerful anti-military magic.

I wonder if I can use this principle to create a similar "holy light cannon"...

"Prepare to cast the 'Sun Beam'!" Archbishop Raymond said in a deep voice.

But at this moment, Sharlelei suddenly blinked and said, "Please wait a moment!"

Raymond was about to launch his attack, facing the ever-brighter holy light, when he was suddenly interrupted. He choked. But the person who spoke was the chosen Saint, so he could only turn his head stiffly. "What advice do you have for me, Saint?"

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, Archbishop, how many times can this 'Sun Beam' be cast?"

Raymond's face darkened. Last night, one-third of the priests were away to call the Pope. The protective barrier on the city wall needed priests to maintain it, and with that, almost half of them were gone. Now, less than 40% of the staff were left.

"...Once." He replied in a hoarse voice.

"Are you sure you can kill the monster with one blow?" Sharlelei asked again.

Raymond looked at the "Black Goat Tentacles" in the distance, which was blocked by the incessant rain of arrows and entangled by three extraordinary strong men, and he felt uneasy for a moment.

You know, they are the followers of the evil god.

If there was no need to maintain the protective barrier and all the priests were present, he would be confident that he could kill the target with one strike using the Yangyan Beam that was focused and strengthened by the "Mirror of Holy Light".

But right now… they were truly shorthanded, and he was feeling a surge of anxiety. After all, the Black Goat Evil was renowned for its regenerative abilities, and the Sun Beam couldn't fire continuously. If he couldn't kill it with one strike… then the lives of the extraordinary would be at stake.

Under the influence of the "Flesh and Blood Mutation Aura," ordinary people not only have no power to participate in the battle, but will actually become a hindrance to the extraordinary. Even the extraordinary strong will need to divide their attention to resist the distortion aura while fighting the evil creature, which will inevitably reduce their strength.

Raymond, feeling uncertain, subconsciously glanced at Berea and the other two who were battling the black goat's tentacles. They seemed completely unaffected by the flesh-and-blood mutation, their figures moving back and forth without stopping.

Why is this? Besides Berea, those two were close to the Saint. Could it be that they had received the "saint's blessing" and were therefore not afraid of the witchcraft?

For a moment, Raymond's mind was flooded with countless legends of saints performing miracles, and his mind suddenly became clear - yes, Her Highness the Saint had been staying in Berea's room these past few days. At first, he just thought that the young girls were getting close to each other, but now he thought that Berea should have received the blessing at this time.

She is worthy of being the Saint chosen by God.

But, Bereya and this saint were so close...

Raymond's thoughts raced, and he couldn't help but become more wary of Salares and Berea. On the surface, he remained respectful and polite, "It might be difficult to kill them with one strike. I wonder what countermeasures the Saint has?"

Sharlelei had no idea that Old Deng had been thinking so much in just a few seconds. She narrowed her eyes and turned to look at the dozens of magic crossbows that had just stopped firing and were replacing their engine magic crystals. "Instead of using 'Sun Beam', why not use 'Consecrated Weapons' on these crossbows?"

Raymond couldn't believe his ears for a moment: "...Ah?"

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In the center of the battlefield, air waves and light arrows flew, and tentacles and hammers danced wildly.

If the Black Goat Tentacles had a brain, it would be crying out in pain right now. Unfortunately, it didn't, so it could only instinctively roar in anger and fight back and forth with the three transcendents around it.

As a follower of the evil god and the mother of monsters, its most proud ability is "distortion infection", which can mutate the flesh of mortals who look directly at it, turning them into flesh and blood monsters under its control.

If this ability were used in a battle between two armies, it would undoubtedly be a deadly blow, enough to cause a devastating blow to the morale of any mortal army. Even when facing an extraordinary powerhouse, it could force the opponent to divert magic power for self-defense, and their combat effectiveness would inevitably be greatly reduced.

But the three guys around it didn't seem to buy it at all. There was no sign of mutation at all. They just surrounded it and beat it up.

However, the most hateful thing was the dense rain of arrows.

Although the rain of arrows caused the black goat's tentacles to splatter with blood and flesh, due to its powerful regenerative ability, it was not harmed at all. However, with the help of the three transcendents who were not affected by the distortion halo, it was still able to stop its progress.

Soon, the hundreds of eyes on the black goat's tentacles saw a dazzling holy light shining on the opposite city wall - there was no doubt that it was the light of the "Mirror-Gathering Holy Light".

However, the divine power that was amplified dozens of times by the "Mirror-Gathered Holy Light" did not shoot towards the black goat's tentacles. Instead, it enveloped the top of the wall, wrapping the row of crossbows in dazzling holy light.

"Huh...? 'Consecrated Weapon'?" Berea naturally also saw this strange scene and let out a light exclamation, quite puzzled.

As a Paladin of Field City, she naturally knew that this was the Priests' "Mirror of Holy Light." However, according to the Archbishop's usual style, he should have cast "Sun Beam" to kill the Black Goat Tentacle in one fell swoop. But now...

And if the Black Goat Tentacles had a brain, they should be able to recognize that this is the low-level divine art of the Light Realm, the "Consecrated Weapon", whose basic purpose is to give a weapon the attributes of "holy light" and "demon-breaking".

After the "Consecrated Weapon" was cast, the dozens of magical crossbows on the city wall fell silent. Although he didn't understand what had happened, the rain of arrows that had been hindering him disappeared. The black goat's tentacles let out a hoarse roar filled with filthy magic power, and he cast aside the three extraordinary powerful people beside him and rushed towards the city wall!

But the next moment, the row of magic crossbows shrouded in holy light suddenly roared again!

Along with the roars of the Holy Maiden Army soldiers, under the Holy Silver Lily flag fluttering in the wind, arrows of light shot out and pounced on the rapidly rushing black goat tentacles like meteors!

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The Field Army soldiers, the chaplains, and Archbishop Raymond all looked up, stunned, as the glowing arrow whistled through the hazy morning sky.

It's like a dazzling meteor shower.

Soon, this "meteor shower" fell on the Black Goat Tentacles.

From a distance, it looked like a brilliant bridge of light was built between the walls of Field and the tentacles of the black goat. Arrows converged into a stream of light, completely submerging the huge evil creature!

Every time a giant arrow wrapped in brilliant holy light pierced the black and red flesh, it aroused a sharp and shrill howl from the evil creature. Sizzling green smoke emerged from the wound and pure white holy flames burned.

The regenerative ability that the Black Goat Tentacles was proud of was completely suppressed by the endless holy light. Every giant holy light arrow could take away a large piece of its flesh and blood. Every time it took a "step", a part of its huge body was annihilated in the brilliant light flow.

Just like that, the Black Goat's tentacles, bathed in the torrent of light, stumbled forward, accompanied by a frantic and shrill roar. Its body shrank at a visible speed, gradually being burned away by the holy light...

The defenders and priests on the wall had completely stopped moving. They stared blankly at the evil creature submerged in the torrent of light, then turned to look at the dozens of magic crossbows flashing with holy light, and then cast their gazes on the Holy Lady.

At this moment, there was only numb awe in their eyes.

This Saint Lady has brought them so many "miracles" that they would almost have a cardiac arrest if they were any more shocked.

Compared to the Sun Flame Beam, the consecrated weapon can only be regarded as a low-level divine spell. Therefore, after releasing this oversized blessing magic with "Mirror of Holy Light", the priests even had some spare energy and simply reinforced the protective barrier again to prevent the evil creature from counterattacking before its death.

But now it seems that it is no longer necessary.

Blessed by the divine power of light, these crossbows instantly unleashed their full destructive power. With the final volley, the terrifying evil creature that once stood proudly on the earth was annihilated in the torrent of light. Only a pool of charred flesh remained on the ground, halting a hundred meters from the Field city wall.

That was the place where the cult army died when the siege began.

And the Black Goat Tentacles, a ferocious evil creature and a follower of a generation of evil gods, also died here. The distance was exactly the same, as if it was God's will.

Neither the cult army nor the evil god's followers could get within a hundred meters of the city wall. That short distance was like a natural moat, blocking them all out.

A total silence fell on the city walls. After several minutes, a roar of joy erupted, the sound of the soldiers weeping and shouting in a frenzy of both sorrow and joy, the sound reaching the sky, wave after wave.

Finally, no one knew who was the first to kneel down, and then everyone on the city wall knelt down, soldiers, knights, priests... all knelt down in unison, and in the center of the crowd was the figure of the girl in white.

Before the Siege of Field, no one had ever imagined that the priest's magic could be cast on siege weapons.

Transcendents were rare and precious, so even if they were to be blessed, priority would be given to the equally powerful Transcendent Warriors. Giving it to ordinary soldiers and ordinary weapons would be a waste.

Now, the Field Army finally understood that blessing the weapons was not a waste, but the weapons given to them were a waste. The weapons given to the Saint Lady were used to their full potential.

"...This war will probably be recorded in the history of the continent." This thought came to the minds of both the soldiers and the priests.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the dignified and holy girl smiled sweetly, raised her hand to brush her hair, and gently parted her cherry lips. Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding, waiting for her to speak.

Then, on the silent wall, the light and cool voice of the Saint Lady was heard.

"Oh, it still doesn't seem powerful enough..."

Everyone: "…………"

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After announcing the victory of the war in a trembling voice and arranging the cleanup of the battlefield and subsequent work, Archbishop Raymond held a grand celebration banquet as soon as he returned to the city - well, this archbishop was still as fond of grandeur and banquets as ever.

As for the protagonist of the banquet, it was naturally the Saint Charlotte.

At the banquet, everyone was filled with gratitude to the Saint and praised her to the utmost. Archbishop Raymond even immediately wrote a letter to Duke Delavie reporting the war situation and ordered the griffin messenger to set off as quickly as possible.

"The Saint of Moon Spring Town," "The Savior of Field," "God's Chosen Saint," "The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory"—all these titles and halos were bestowed upon this young girl. And this Saint always maintained a calm and gentle smile, without a trace of arrogance.

However, late at night, after the banquet ended and she returned to her room, the Saint Lady immediately took off her dignified and elegant mask.

"Aaaaaaaah—I hate socializing!"

A pair of high heels flew everywhere, nearly knocking the chandelier sideways. A flash of white shadows revealed a pair of white stockings, one dangling from Durenna's arms and the other falling on Bereya's head. The long skirt also landed squarely on Isadore, as if transforming the three succubi into three clothes hangers.

These three vivid "clothes hangers" stared at each other, looking at each other. Isadore held her sister Sasha's skirt and took a deep breath, then her eyes fell on the unknown creature rolling around on the big bed.

This well-mannered, always holy and beautiful saint rolled around on the bed with her knees hugged, her long hair spread out like a bunch of water grass. She chattered as she rolled, just like a beautiful groundhog.

After shouting enough, "Groundhog" sat up from the bed, combed her hair and turned into a little beauty again.

Sharlelei glanced at the three "clothes hangers" unhappily and said, "Why, there's no one else in this room, why are you still so reserved?"

The door was locked tightly. We were all family here, so there was no need to hide anything. Three pairs of horns, each in a different shape, sprouted from the heads of the three succubi. Their eyes, each in a different color, were stained a bewitching crimson, and their three heart-shaped tails...

Ok.

Durenna and Bereya blushed and turned away, having no choice but to pull their knight pants down a little to reveal their tails, otherwise they would have formed a large bulge on their buttocks. Isadore, wearing a nun's dress, didn't have this problem.

The waistband of her pants hung tight on her hips, making it a bit uncomfortable, but Berea was more embarrassed at the moment. Durenna's eyes silently swept across her chest and hips, then landed on the pair of large horns on her head that curved backwards, and she said, "It's so big everywhere..."

Although she said this quietly, Berea heard it clearly and her face immediately turned red.

"Well, please introduce yourself, Sister Berea." Sharlelei sat on the bed, twirling her hair leisurely, and pinching her sore shoulders from time to time.

Hearing her master calling her name, Bereya shuddered as a tingling sensation flowed through her spine. Her knees weakened and she wanted to kneel to the ground, but she stood upright in front of her two "fellows" and tried hard to suppress the seductiveness in her voice:

"I, I am... the leader of the Knights of the Radiant Feathers, Berea... and also... the master's new servant..."

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Today, one chapter equals two!

Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 199: The Canonization Decision

When Isadore heard the title "Master", she didn't think anything of it, but Durenna frowned slightly, and a sense of discomfort spread in her heart.