Warhammer

In the entire church, only Sister Themis' devout prayers echoed:

"My Lord in heaven, my Father, my salvation"

“You came near the day when I called upon you and said, ‘Do not be afraid!’”

"My Most High; my Possessor; my Righteousness, the Lord of Mysteries!"

"Healer of my body; redeemer of my soul; my deliverance, my salvation, my unborn child..."

The elder sister continued to pray for a long time, until the time was close, she raised the dagger from the platform, cut her palm, and walked to the bottom of the statue.

A white and healthy female body is sleeping quietly here.

She has long golden hair and a beautiful face with a heroic look.

Celestine!

Mother of El.

"The ceremony has begun..."

The nun leaned down, got close to the ear of her former best friend, brushed away the short hair on her forehead, and smeared a line of blood with her blood along the center of the eyebrows, nose tip, lips, throat, chest, navel, lower abdomen...

A necklace with a gem in the middle emitting purple light was hung around the neck of the princess knight, and the purple crystal was placed under the chest.

The clock strikes midnight.

The elder sister shuddered and looked towards Celestine.

The female knight quietly opened her eyes.

Testimonials

Try the mic! Try the mic!

.....

Well, no problem!

This is Yuehan!

The failed author of this book is ORZ.

To be honest, this is the first time in my career that I have written a serious thank you speech for launching a product.

I have always been a flop, the kind that can be seen everywhere. I plunged into the ocean of online literature since junior high school and swam in it for a long time.

When I was in the third year of junior high school, I had the desire to pick up my pen and add bricks and tiles to this fantasy world. I had a lot of ideas and was full of inspiration (real). I always wanted to write what I wanted to write, but as I wrote, I went off track. The range includes but is not limited to fantasy, apocalypse, online games, science fiction, urban, fantasy, behind the scenes, spiritual revival, restraint, fairy tales, quick travel, etc.... I can be considered an old flop who has tried many things (laughs).

In my youthful dreams, I never expected that this medieval hammer-themed strategy book (erotic) would be valued by the editor and loved by readers. I am truly honored.

I would like to thank my editor Daoan, the warlord Yu Yu!

The reason I wrote this book was largely influenced by Daoan's "He Changed the Goddess". Many of the settings in this book are taken from the goddess. This book was also created because Yu Yu asked me to do so.

Thank you for the concern of editor-in-chief Wuxin. I was flattered when I heard Yuyu talk about it (escape).

Finally, thanks to:

To all the book friends, whether they are supportive, critical, quietly following the book, following it until now, or supporting the book but left in the middle.

Thank you for your love of this book, and thank you for bringing a little hope, however tiny, that can be barely seen and touched, to a book that has been frustrated for many years.

Thank you.

PS: There will be five updates today to celebrate the launch. There will be three updates every day during the National Day, and then we will resume two updates a day with 5,000 words.

Qunyue Palace 912325804, that’s about it.

The first update will be posted at 6 pm

Chapter 48: Late Night

The nun had fair skin, as delicate as that of a fifteen-year-old virgin, and was extremely charming.

Sacred attire is supposed to be dedicated to abstinence and morality, setting an example and benchmark for believers.

But after being modified, it becomes sexy clothing that contains depravity within holiness and purity mixed with desire.

She turned over, spread her plump legs wrapped in white stockings and squatted on both sides of the Knight.

"Forgive me, Celestine."

The elder sister looked down at the Knight Princess from above. At this time, Celestine's body had been taken over by the ritual.

Her breathing and her movements were not in accordance with her heart.

Only those golden eyes revealed a kind of shock and sadness. She looked in disbelief at her former friend, the glorious leader of the Church of the Goddess of War, Sister Therese Themis, who was once the brave and invincible goddess of war on the battlefield.

The once sacred and majestic priest was now dressed in obscene clothes and squatting on her legs in an extremely lewd posture, with the naked parts between them tightly fitting together without a single gap.

In the church of the goddess Myrmidia, at her altar, before her statue!

"You, took what belongs to me, my child, my owner, my master."

The elder sister raised her head, her voice trembling as she declared:

"And today, through your body, he will return to my body."

Two nuns stepped forward and presented what they were holding.

Two black eye patches.

The nun's hands were shaking with excitement. She put the mask on Celestine with trembling hands and then put the blindfold on herself.

She leaned over, and the beautiful flesh on her chest pressed against the Knight.

He leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"By your honor."

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"Who do you think I am? We agreed before: You are not allowed to control me!"

"Call me mom, you rude kid!"

The once sacred and noble face of the Holy Knight Claudia now became evil and charming. She lay on the fur, tilted her head, and looked at the uneasy boy.

"If you treat me as a toy or a tool..." Al narrowed his eyes, sensing a sense of teasing in the paladin's attitude.

He took a deep breath and said sternly: "I will not be like those primarchs, willingly calling you mother, and you are not the only hope in this world..."

"shut up!"

The paladin stood up, her long hair floating in the air. She was still wearing armor, but her sword was put away. She looked like a fallen dark paladin.

Anger appeared on her evil face, and her scolding interrupted Al's words, but the boy still looked at Claudia with a stubborn look without any retreat.

She sighed, and suddenly moved close to Al's body, holding his face, and kissed his smooth forehead deeply despite his resistance.

“My child,” Claudia said, with a hint of sadness in her tone, like a mother who was hurt by her child’s disobedient words.

"You always think we are treating you as a tool - but you never really regard us as your mother in your heart!"

Claudia's voice suddenly rose.

"In your heart, the bond between us is not as strong as that between that horse and that goat girl!"

"Just because you sucked her breasts and drank her milk! You entered her body and completed the release of life!"

she accused.

"And you can lie in her arms, suck her breasts, and enjoy everything you have!"

"Isn't it because of you, the four most noble and most loving mothers in the world!"

"If we hadn't given birth to you, blessed you, and paved the way for you, would you have gotten everything you have now in this vast world?"

He was about to open his mouth to refute, but Claudia continued to press on, "Don't say you shouldn't have come here, my child. You can't deceive your mother. You have been bored and tired of the world you live in since a long time ago!"

"You don't like to obey for a long time. It's your nature to fight!"

"You don't like the visible future, the unknown is what you crave!"

"You don't like repetition, adventure is your instinct!"

"You hate to go with the flow, hate illusory enjoyment, and chase after new things, enjoyment, and achievement!"

"At the same time, you are disgusted with your own fickleness and resist the uncontrollable future. You hope that everything can be under your control step by step!"

"Could it be!"

The sky was dark and the brazier was crackling.

Claudia's figure seemed to be infinitely taller in the tent. Al took two steps back and fell into a chair.

"Aren't you born to be contradictory?"

"Hater!"

"Hope and despair blend like fire and water!"

"The sprouts longing for the joyful rain and sunshine!"

Claudia walked around behind Al, and slid her hand down along his clothes. Suddenly, she grabbed Al's hard penis and rubbed it gently with her fingertips through the pants.

He stuck out his tongue and gently stroked it against Al's ear.

"Admit it my son..."

"You were made for us."

"No other body can carry the love of mothers like yours; no other soul can be so complex and yet still remain stubborn."

Claudia rode on top of him, her long, tight thighs clamped tightly around Al. She held the boy's head, bent over, and tilted her head back as she talked to him.

"We extracted your soul, and after it had been beaten for countless tens of thousands of years in chaos, it passed through the wombs of each of your mothers, and finally sent you into the world to save your mothers and the world from the dark future that was set in stone."

"You are part of the four of us. You are definitely our son! Our eternally chosen one, our son shared by the four gods..."

"Except for bringing you here, we have nothing to apologize for."

"You think it's teasing and manipulation, my good son, can't you just regard it as a little joke played by a loving mother on her child?"

"I'm playing games with you, don't you feel happy?"

"I bring beautiful things to you, don't you want to be grateful?"

Claudia's voice was choked with sobs. She got off Al and sat on her back on the blanket, sobbing.

"Except for really hugging you, I did everything a mother could do for her child. Shouldn't you call me mother?"

Like weeping and complaining, the cuckoo cries blood.

My heart is trembling and on the verge of breaking.

Al walked forward silently and touched the paladin's shoulder.

The woman turned away, not wanting to face him.

Al's throat was a little blocked, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak, but he still gritted his teeth and half-squeezed, half-spit out two words from his mouth.

"Mother....."

In terms of speech and acting skills, he was completely manipulated by others.

When he is out of this time, he might be able to find flaws in Claudia's words and find words to refute her, but now the boy's head is dizzy and he doesn't know what to say or what to do.

He could only pat the woman's back in vain, as if to show weakness.

After sobbing for a long time, Claudia was unwilling to turn around and face Al. It was not until she thought the boy had almost come to his senses that she uttered the following words in a crying voice.

"If you don't accept mom's gift, just kill her... I really don't want to take back the gift I carefully prepared for my son, as such a failed mother."

"Before midnight, she will be dead herself."

Then the paladin's head tilted and he fell into Al's arms.

The joy seemed to have left.

The boy was silent, looking at the woman in his arms.

She has a tall and beautiful face and is full of heroic spirit, very similar to Celestine; her nose is higher than that of the average woman, which may seem too masculine on an ordinary person, but it matches her temperament perfectly, between hardness and softness.