Starting with the defeated female knight

She didn't know how long she had walked or how long she had been killing monsters; all she knew was that the more monsters she killed, the more monsters appeared, and the less hope she could see as she walked.

Even so, she kept wielding her sword, and when she was trapped in a desperate situation with no chance of escape, she used herself as firewood.

She burned the utterly destroyed world and herself to ashes with golden holy flames.

"Even if there is no hope, I will uphold my faith until the very last moment."

She opened her eyes.

The second tentacle also retreated.

Finally, she turned her gaze to the third tentacle.

The ultimate happiness, the deepest fear, so what comes next?

Thinking this, she reached out and grasped the third tentacle.

But nothing happened.

There was no darkness, no hallucinations, only the gentle wriggling of tentacles, the sensation of rubbing against the palm of my hand.

It seems a little itchy.

She blinked, then realized something was wrong.

No, no, that's not right!

She abruptly released the tentacle and discovered that her hand was wriggling, with fleshy buds growing and turning into fine tentacles.

Suddenly, the three tentacles moved simultaneously, wrapping around her and dragging her into a doorway filled with writhing tentacles.

Then, in endless pleasure, in the fusion of blood and flesh, in the glory of being with God, those tentacles wriggled and tore her spirit and will into pieces, then slowly reshaped, reassembled, nurtured, and gradually merged with her surroundings, becoming one with them.

She turned into tentacles, into many tentacles, into powerful tentacles, and became a part of Him.

She assisted in construction and protected humanity. Using her new body as a subordinate of that great being, she helped countless people and saved countless beings. And because of the great being's constraints, she neither lost consciousness nor caused any harm.

Together they resisted the demonic tide, together they fought against the ancient gods, together they lived in peace with humanity, and in the end they were able to snuggle together and entwine with each other.

It seems like being a tentacle isn't so bad.

It seems that becoming tentacles actually makes them more effective.

like......

"Cecilia."

Do you really think this is a good idea?

That was a very unfamiliar voice.

That was a very familiar voice.

So unfamiliar that I'd never heard of them before, yet so familiar that it felt like we talked every day.

Consciousness fades, and human perception changes, but that voice, no matter how it changes, remains firmly imprinted in the soul.

Until the very end, just as she was about to fully accept her identity as a tentacle, she suddenly spoke.

Do you really think this is a good idea?

Of course it's good. After all, by sacrificing herself, she can better help others, build a better future, and even save the world.

She thought it was the best possible ending.

But that voice was asking her, that voice was questioning her.

Believe in yourself, or believe in him.

This is a question that doesn't require a choice at all.

After all, who in the world is more trustworthy than oneself?

If you have...

Isn't that the god she worships?

Maybe it's right, maybe it's good, maybe she thinks it's correct.

But that voice is questioning, that voice doesn't like it.

"Then I'll refuse."

As soon as the words were spoken, it was as if there was a sudden loss of weight, and the world in front of me collapsed instantly.

Consciousness returned in an instant, and she opened her eyes amidst an endless expanse of tentacles.

The room before them was no longer the one they had just entered; instead, they were in a much deeper underground space.

Between the chambers enveloped by countless tentacles, a viscous, transparent liquid overflowed.

Tiny as a baby, she floated in the mucus, her tentacles in her mouth like an umbilical cord, slowly supplying oxygen.

The moment she awoke, all the tentacles in the space seemed to sense something and began to writhe wildly, even the mucus trembling slightly and rippling.

Tiny tentacles emerged from all directions, as if summoned by something, and floated to her side, swirling, rubbing, then attaching and intertwining.

It's itchy, it feels good, and it's also... very reassuring.

She completely relaxed her body, letting them move, intertwine, weave, and even implant and couple within her, ultimately forming a complete, close-fitting suit of armor.

It was very comfortable, and we were all extremely connected.

Especially her experience as a tentacle just now allows her to skillfully manipulate it from the moment she opens her eyes, transforming it into any shape she needs and unleashing all sorts of abilities.

But that doesn't mean these are her tentacles; quite the opposite.

It was Green's tentacles that completely invaded her body and will. After she fully opened herself up, she achieved a state of fusion with him in spirit and body, and was able to borrow his power.

That felt really good.

It was as if someone was always holding her in their arms, providing warmth and a subtle, comforting feeling.

for a long time.

After enjoying that feeling and completely breaking free from the perception of the tentacles.

She swam upwards, and the tentacles on both sides automatically separated, allowing her to climb onto the shore.

puff.

The moment she left the slime, due to the sudden change in gravity, she slumped onto the shore, looking quite disheveled with the slime covering her body.

But soon, realizing something, she smiled and shook her head.

Isn't this how every newborn looks right after birth?

she thinks.

But soon, a tentacle with an eyeball dripping from it appeared in front of her.

What are you thinking?

"Not enough soaking yet? Hurry up and climb up, I have other things to do."

"...Not even a congratulatory message?"

A table has been set up for you in the church outside, filled with all your favorite foods.

The tentacles swayed slightly.

[If you win, you celebrate with a feast; if you lose, you mourn with a feast.]

I can heal a broken body, but I can't help with a mental breakdown.

At least, not now.

Cecilia blinked, then climbed out of the pool.

But after standing up, Cecilia did not leave immediately. Instead, she bent down slightly, knelt on one knee, and slowly bowed her head to the tentacle in front of her, speaking earnestly.

"I stand here before the altar, with the candlelight, the holy emblem, and the newborn land as my witness."

“I, Cecilia, with my soul and my life, swear this oath: from this day forward, until the end of my life, I will dedicate myself entirely to you, to fulfill your will, to uphold my faith, to defend the innocent, to remain upright, to be faithful to my duty, and to refrain from any harmful or unjust act…”

"If I break this oath, may my sword rust, my shield shatter, and my soul forever deprived of your favor, drifting in eternal darkness."

"I swear this oath, and I will never waver, even in death."

silence.

The tentacles flowed silently.

for a long time.

The tentacle bent slightly and gently touched her forehead.

From this point on, the contract was established.

The new armor slowly closed.

The newly born knights were also ready to wield their swords for the gods.

Until the fog arrived.

Until dawn broke.

Until the light faded.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, the female knight slowly rose, her black and gold armor changing as her will coalesced.

It slowly spread, intertwining with the hand holding the sword. He raised his head and looked at the giant god that had risen before him.

Then, he raised the sword and spoke earnestly.

"Don't even think about getting close to Lord Green."

"Your opponent is me."

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P.S.: This sensitive word thing is so weird, it's been blocking me for ages.

Volume 1: Chapter 60: I've been waiting for you for a long time

The final battle has begun.

When the gray fog dissipated, the waves receded, and there was nothing left around, the enormous god lowered its head and looked at the knight before it.

He was somewhat confused and couldn't understand why, even though it felt like the same being, and they had just fought not long ago, it had changed so much in such a short time, and...

That's so dangerous.

Sensing the aura emanating from beneath that streamlined black and gold armor, He tensed up.

But despite his vigilance, His actions were anything but ambiguous.

The moment after confirming the other's condition, His limbs suddenly extended and, with a speed completely disproportionate to his enormous size, slammed into Cecilia's location. Even the aftershocks tore a huge wound into the ground.

But when the smoke cleared, there was nothing there except a large crater in the place He had attacked.

The black and gold figure had appeared beside Him at some point, holding a greatsword horizontally and then slashing out.

boom--

The massive limb crashed to the ground, and golden holy flames ignited from the severed wound, hindering His regeneration and scorching His soul.

"His-"

A hissing sound, like the whisper of insects, arose, but because of its enormous size, even its whispers were as loud as a booming bell, causing the air and earth to tremble slightly and radiating purple ripples.

The toxins are spreading, and the corrosion is intensifying.

Purple fluorescence covered the gold and white, extinguishing the burning holy flames and flowing out venom, gradually repairing the damage.

But before He could recover, another holy flame slash was unleashed, slicing through His carapace.

Then, two, three, four...