On my second playthrough, they were full of malice towards me.

Styutia shook her head violently. To the nun, this plastic ring was like the most beautiful ring in the world, surpassing even the most expensive diamonds.

What moved the nun even more was that Lord Ash still remembered... he really remembered the ring!

Seeing that Liao Ji was about to put the ring on her finger.

Styutia couldn't take it anymore.

She can do many things with the "container" and Lord Ash, but this is one thing... No, she doesn't want to use the container anymore, she wants...

hum!

Liao Ji only felt a sudden blur before his eyes, filled with bright white light. A few breaths later, when the light dissipated, he found that he had become a spiritual entity, and his consciousness had been pulled out and transferred.

The surrounding scenery was no longer the dilapidated abandoned sewers it once was.

But

Confession room?

Liao Ji quickly turned his gaze to a nun standing directly opposite him in this sacred house.

Long, flowing hair, as blue as the ocean.

The sacred ribbon bound her slender waist.

Beneath the long robe and hood was an innocent and adorable face. She blinked at herself with a pure look, but then seemed shy and afraid, quickly burying her face in her eyes. She looked as if she was enticing someone to "bully" her.

Liao Ji walked over.

This time, when the young man took the nun's hand again and put the ring on her finger, the nun did not stop him. Instead, she pursed her lips, as if it were some important ceremony.

That's certainly true.

The moment the ring was slipped on, in reality, the contract mark on the back of Maria's neck disappeared. Correspondingly, in the spiritual world, on the back of the neck of the blue-haired nun opposite Liao Ji, the contract mark, which had become dilapidated over five hundred years, began to shine again, faster and faster, until finally...

It has been completely transformed into a brand new, unbreakable contract.

[Ding, for unknown reasons, your contracted calamity has been changed from "Lightbearer - Maria" to "Goddess - Styutia"]

Along with the notification sound, there seemed to be a scream coming from somewhere deeper inside.

It was as if the turbidity and pollution accumulated within Sciutia's body over the past five hundred years, along with her accumulated turbid consciousness, were melting away and disappearing like snowflakes under the blazing sun, under the contractual light that returned to the nun.

Without illness, all that's left is...prettyness.

Liao Ji breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the little nun who didn't even dare to look him in the eye, and whose face was already flushed with embarrassment just from him standing in front of her, Liao Ji was finally able to say those words.

"Long time no see, Styutia."

"Really... it's been a long time, Lord Ash!" With her white-stockinged little feet pressed together, Styutia stared at her toes, occasionally stealing glances at the young man opposite her.

Seeing the nun looking so adorable, Liao Ji suddenly asked, "Hey, Tia, is time standing still here compared to reality?"

"Eh? No, but if Lord Ash wishes, Tia can also adjust the flow of time. After all, this is just the Sea of ​​Consciousness."

"Natia, hurry, adjust yourself!"

Urged on by the young man, Sthija quickly put her fingers together, and when she opened her sea-blue eyes again, the nun nodded to Liao Ji.

"Alright, Lord Ash, time here is now relatively frozen compared to the outside world, but this won't last long, only about half an hour."

After speaking, Styutia looked at the young man with curiosity, wanting to know what Lord Ash was going to do.

"Half an hour is a bit too short, what a pity."

After Liao Ji muttered something, he activated the power of the contract, and chains appeared around Styutia. Before the nun could react, there were a few "click-click-click" sounds, and the chains fixed Styutia's limbs.

Actually, there's no need to go through all that trouble. A contract would have been enough to completely immobilize the nun. But, well, props are just for setting the mood; to get revenge, you need to recreate the scene.

Looking at the nun who was handcuffed and unable to move, Liao Ji clapped his hands as if he had accomplished a great mission.

"Lord Ashes?"

"Hehehe! The loser must accept the punishment, and the winner will naturally enjoy the fruits of victory! You have no choice but to submit obediently!"

Liao Ji imitated the most classic villainous pose, letting out a strange laugh, and then walked step by step toward the nun who was bound in a V-shape by himself.

He wanted to return all the pain he had just experienced—being chased through the sewers by the filthy corpse, being brutally pierced through the body by the "hacksaw," and what Liao Ji considered "the humiliation of a man"!

Feel sorry!

I've always walked a dark path!

On the other side, crimson quickly climbed up Styutia's neck until her entire cheeks turned into ripe little apples. She remembered that Lord Ash had indeed said that he would correct her, and then... punish her again.

"Then what are these handcuffs?" Styutia asked weakly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Liao Ji's answer was also clean and concise, leaving the nun with no room for further excuses.

"That's just how I am."

“But you hold grudges very well, Tia.”

(Provincial flow)

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I had some urgent business to attend to this morning, so I'd like to revise the second chapter a bit more. I'll probably post it tonight or this afternoon.

Chapter 67 Declaration of War

"Fire! Don't let anyone who's still breathing release the trigger! We must block these monsters! We can't let them get out!"

"Behind us lies the entire Black Hole; we are the last and only line of defense!"

With the priest gone and Sthija disappearing, the filthy corpses in the sewers were completely unrestrained and began to surge outwards. The Knights led by Dulin were blocking their exit in the sewers, and rows of Knights unleashed their gunfire on the filthy corpses.

At first, they were able to hold their ground and even suppress the zombies, all thanks to the paladins wearing "holy armor." These exoskeletons, powered by "holy crosses," gave the knights formidable combat power, making it easy for them to withstand the murky corpses.

However, as time went by, the "Holy Cross," which served as its energy source, became increasingly dim and unusable, causing the Knights' defenses to crumble.

Forced into a corner, Dulin ordered the others to retreat, while he continued to operate the Holy Armor with the last piece of the "Holy Cross," charging alone into the pile of filthy corpses, trying to buy time for his teammates.

But the gunfire behind him didn't stop; instead, it intensified. All the knights chose to hold their ground, even though the "cross" that served as their protective suit had run out of energy. The thick, foul pollution from the sewers was eroding them every second.

Is this the end of it?

Dulin was unwilling to accept this, but could only watch helplessly as the last piece of the Holy Cross, which served as the "energy source," also went out.

hum!

The Holy Cross, which was about to dim and be completely extinguished, suddenly began to flicker rapidly in this instant, and then, like a roller coaster, it began to shine brightly. The depleted holy light power inside was replenished again, and it was incredibly strong!

"W-What's going on!?"

Not only was the Holy Cross on Dulin's cross like this, but all the members of the Knights, as if sensing something, burst forth with unparalleled divine radiance at the same moment on the crosses on their chests.

"It's Lady Styutia, it must be Lady Styutia!"

"The goddess has noticed us! The goddess is watching us!"

"I knew it. Our Goddess hasn't forgotten that our Goddess is bestowing power upon us!"

"Charge! Kill them!"

"For Lady Sthitia, for the goddess, for our holy kingdom!"

This scene didn't just happen in the sewers of the Corpse Defense Line.

In the intensive care unit of Chenhui Hospital, Susan, a married woman who had been tormented by illness and indirectly controlled by the priest through the pollution of evil, gradually relaxed her tightly furrowed brows as the pollution within her body was rapidly purified by holy light until it was completely eradicated. This time, Susan no longer had to force herself to sleep in pain, but could finally have a peaceful and sweet dream.

At Irene's house, Nolan looked out the window and saw that it was raining in the dark sky.

No, actually, it rained throughout the entire Holy Kingdom at that moment.

That wasn't ordinary rain.

It was golden rain.

In the year 537 of the Ash Calendar, on the northwest side of the continent, the Holy Kingdom, one of the five great powers, witnessed a miracle on this day. For all the devout believers of Sthiuthia, this rain was a joyous celebration.

of course.

For those treacherous, hypocritical believers, this is the prelude to a judgment that, though "late," has finally arrived.

Knights across the Holy Kingdom marched triumphantly, sweeping away darkness and banishing filth and pollution, achieving one great victory after another.

but.

As their goddess, Sthija was repeatedly defeated and ended up in the possession of a certain young man, resulting in countless precious CG images of the nun's defeats.

Wonderful times are always fleeting.

In the confessional, St. Siuthia, lying in Liao Ji's arms, was a nun who had suffered a crushing defeat after the battle and was completely too weak to even lift a finger.

After all, Liao Ji never lies.

He always keeps his word.

"What are you writing, Lord Ashes?"

Nestled in Liao Ji's arms, Styutia spoke lazily. It wasn't that she wanted to be lazy, but she was simply too tired. She believed the Holy Light would forgive her. Yes, it would! She would just slack off for a little while. Thinking this, Styutia snuggled closer to Liao Ji, like a clingy kitten.

"I'm writing my autobiography, intending to leave it to future generations. Since I'm also an emperor, I might as well imitate my predecessors."

"Autobiography. Imitating predecessors?"

This immediately piqued Styutia's curiosity. She peeked her head out from the young man's arms and looked at the contents of Liao Ji's diary.

"The goddess tastes really good—Emperor Ashes"

Styutia: "."

"Ahem, alright, alright, Tia, tell me first what happened during the five hundred years I was gone, and how they are doing."

After coughing, Liao Ji put the diary away from his sea of ​​consciousness. When he asked the question, he deliberately glanced at the nun in his arms and saw her reaction when she heard the word "they".

fortunately.

Styutia seemed to have been thoroughly "purified" by herself, no longer displaying that morbid expression and terrifying possessiveness; on the contrary, she was...

It turned into worry.