Witch Monastery

Alas, even a playboy has his own reasons. Heidi, Celine, Nidalee, and Miss Anno are all powerful girls, but they are still willing to follow him. There is a reason for this.

Unfortunately, even if I have a good impression of him now, I will never follow him like them.

I have my own mission, I have to lead the Green Vine Tribe. And I have to stay with my mother...

Thinking of this, she curled her lips, and then her expression couldn't help but look a little aggrieved.

Ah, when can I go back?

Here I couldn't crawl into my mother's bed to sleep with her, otherwise if the other nuns saw me, they would definitely laugh at me for not being weaned at such a big age.

Although this is indeed the physique of our race, but... alas, these humans will not understand, so it is better to avoid these misunderstandings.

Besides, my mother should have fallen asleep at this time, right? I wonder if she is dreaming about me at this moment?

She was lost in thought for quite some time before weariness finally set in. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know that at this moment, her most beloved mother had been pressed against the wall by Hawthorne again, with one leg on the ground and the other on his shoulder. The secret garden between her legs was completely open, allowing his weapon to rush forward wildly.

When Willow reached the climax of pleasure for the seventh time that night, Hawthorne also fired his second shot of the night. The extremely exhausted Centaur mistress could no longer bear the fatigue that came over her, and fell asleep on his shoulder.

Hawthorne didn't mind. He hugged Willow, who was as soft as a ball of cotton, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

The next day, early morning.

With the blessing of the third-level dormitory, even though last night was crazy, Hawthorne and Willow woke up on time. When Willow opened her eyes, she felt refreshed, without any feeling of fatigue, as if the madness of last night was not a burden, but filled her with energy.

That's true. Last night, her body was indeed filled with something.

When she found that Hawthorne beside her had woken up, she couldn't help but smile. When she was honest with him, she felt that her mind was empty, without any tension or shyness, as if she was supposed to be like this.

"Good morning." Hawthorne whispered to her, then reached out and gently stroked her hair. Willow didn't resist at all, leaned her head on his chest, and gently sniffed his scent.

Hawthorne's hands moved down to her breasts, waist and buttocks, kneading them gently, while his mouth kissed her pink lips.

Willow was not shy and stuck out her tongue to kiss him. Under the teasing of his fingers, her body soon became interested, so next, taking advantage of the early morning sunshine, the two of them had sex happily again, and then got up, dressed, and started a full day of life.

Throughout the entire process, Willow did not hesitate at all, not afraid of wasting time or being discovered by her daughter, as if these were just a part of her normal life.

After it was over, looking at the rosy-cheeked centaur mistress, whose eyes were radiating satisfaction and happiness, Hawthorne knew that from now on, she would always be his own person who would stand firmly by his side, and they would live together until death and would never be separated again.

Devil's Frenzy

Chapter 456: The Heart Flayer Arrives

Casarant family, in a dark secret room.

Looking at the figure in the black robe in front of her, the obese Madam Casalant frowned, but her face full of flesh did not show any of her usual arrogance at this moment, and her tone was full of flattery: "Mr. Reglas, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just that simple... Is the great Lord of the Nine Hells willing to give his servant power?"

She felt a little bit unbelievable. She had done so much, but the spellcasting ability she got was only pitiful. Why was the Grand Duke suddenly so generous today?

In front of her, the red-skinned demon Reigolas was smiling, with mockery evident in his eyes.

"Of course not," he said, and Madam Casalante's heart rose to her throat.

But his next words immediately put her at ease: "What my Lord values ​​most is the implementation of the contract. This means that the contractor is honest and reliable, not a hypocritical, cunning, capricious and despicable person."

"Only to such people will my Lord be generous in bestowing great power."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the plump body of Madam Casalante: "And you, Madam, in the past, you have proved to us that you are not only a capable person, but also a loyal one.

A reliable partner. After I reported this to my superiors, they all agreed that you should be given this opportunity! "

Madam Casalante was obviously delighted, and although Regolas was mocking her in his heart, he spoke softly, like a life mentor: "So, go and arrange it. At that ball, uncover the hypocritical veil of those who claim to have the blood of gods flowing in their veins, and expose their filthy and despicable pathetic ugliness."

"This action will surely please the great Lord of the Nine Hells. He will laugh heartily at the exposure of the hypocrisy and lies of the gods of Mount Heaven. And as the hero of this action, you will also get the power you have always dreamed of!"

Madam Casalant's gaze narrowed and gradually became firm. Deep in her eyes, the flame of ambition was burning.

She didn't know that across from her, in the eyes of Regolas, there was also a flame of conspiracy flickering.

She didn't know that Regolas could no longer stay in Libel Harbor. So before leaving, he had to do something big!

Not to mention the undercurrents among the nobles in the Mithril District, on this day, early in the morning, before the sun rose, in the Nangang District, Hawthorne and a group of nuns were at the station, reluctantly bidding farewell to Willow and her daughter.

Their original purpose of coming to the monastery headquarters in Nangang District was just to perform a conversion baptism ceremony, and at the same time let Willow work part-time as a priest in the field of life to gain stronger healing powers.

Unexpectedly, so many things happened in the meantime, so the two of them stayed here and have been delayed until now.

Now, the Sannasa Guild had been destroyed, and the end of the year was rapidly approaching. No matter what, it was time for them to return.

Standing on the platform of Nangang District Station, Willow turned her back to the tracks, raised her head and stared at Hawthorne, her eyes full of reluctance.

She did not hide her emotions at all. After accepting her true thoughts and desires, she regarded herself and the other nuns as the same kind of people and no longer had any concerns about expressing these feelings.

Beside her, Adele had no doubts about the obviously ambiguous atmosphere, because at this moment, she was also looking at Hawthorne with such reluctance, and it took a lot of effort to move her eyes away from her, and then secretly warned herself not to step into this bottomless abyss again.

Hawthorne, on the other hand, smiled comfortingly, grasped Willow's wrist, and said softly, "It's okay, I'll visit the mountains often and stay with the Green Ivy Tribe. We'll have to help each other through the difficulties in the future."

As he said this, he could not help but sigh. Unfortunately, his spellcasting ability was not strong enough. The portal between the main monastery and the branch monastery required him to reach level 13, and the monastery must also be upgraded to level 4 before it could be built.

So if he wants to go to the small stronghold in the mountains now, he still has to take a bus, change buses and then walk, which takes a whole day and is very inconvenient.

But this thing cannot be rushed. Not only does it take 100,000 purification points to upgrade the monastery to level 4, but his own upgrade path is currently blocked - Celine's spellcasting ability is only enough to support him to level 10. This is clearly written in the system, and it will be useless if it is higher.

So he could only wait and endure, continuing to accumulate and expand his power while waiting for the day when he had accumulated enough purification points.

In the distance, there was the roar of a tram running on the track. The departing train had already arrived. The moment of separation finally came, but Willow was not as bold as An Nuo, who would take the initiative to come up and give him a kiss or something.

She just nodded calmly, said "see you after the New Year", then let go, turned around, got on the tram with her daughter, found a seat to sit down, and waited for the departure.

The tram started up quickly, and with a dull roar, the huge vehicle slowly drove away. Hawthorne waved goodbye to the two of them until their shadows disappeared at the end of his sight, and he could no longer see a trace of them.

"Alas, we have to separate for a while after all." He sighed, but did not linger too much. Knowing that he had a more important mission to fulfill, he turned around and returned to the monastery with the nuns.

Along the way, the Amazons and government officials on their way to work greeted him enthusiastically. It was obvious that they all knew him, the man who came from the South Port District but destroyed the Lord of the Abyss.

Fortunately, they were reasonable and didn't rush up to kiss her or scream for her autograph. Hawthorne was naturally happy to be treated like this. He smiled and responded to everyone, and returned to the gate of the monastery surrounded by everyone.

However, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Father Nigel Hawthorne, my friend, why is the place where you live so blocked? I can't even find a suitable exit."

"Can you please show me a way? I have something I want to see you about."

It was the voice of the mind flayer named Nisilo from the Radiant Order!

Hawthorne's expression changed, and then he responded to it in his heart: "Where are you? Wait a moment, I will open a passage to connect to the sewer system of Nangang District, and then let you in."

Having said this, he walked quickly back to the monastery, went to the cell below the bathroom, and opened the sewer passage.

Their bathrooms require a lot of water, so naturally they need to be connected to the Nangang District sewer system to discharge sewage.

And Hawthorne will have the power to suppress magic,

The dungeon used to imprison prisoners was built underneath the bathroom for safety reasons.

While opening the sewer exit here, he continued to talk to Nisilo, guiding him here.

Soon, the figure of the Mind Flayer in a gray-blue robe emerged from the sewer. He seemed to be under some magical effect, so that he was not at all tainted by the stench of corruption in the sewer.

As soon as he entered the underground prison, Nishiro showed strong discomfort: "My friend, where is this place? Why do I feel that my abilities are suppressed?"

Hawthorne said calmly: "This is a safe place. Here, magic will be isolated to a certain extent, so our meeting will not be known to a third person."

Nishiro nodded slightly. He was relieved by Hawthorne's caution. Without further delay, he started the main business of the day: "Father Nigel Hawthorne, I came to you today because I have an important research project that requires your help, or more precisely, your eye demon's help."

"Regarding the chaotic creations that were created because of Shannasa's self-will... I always feel a little uneasy."

"Their release may lead to greater disasters, but I don't know what they will be. In order to determine this, I need to create more of these monsters to study their characteristics."

Huo Sang showed a look of understanding, and then said: "No need to study, as for those monsters, I can directly tell you their characteristics."

Nishiro looked a little puzzled, and then he listened to Hawthorne's introduction: "They are essentially demons, and their race is called 'primitive demons'. They have the general characteristics of demons, and their strength is not very strong, but their characteristic is that they will leave pollution after death, turning the matter there into 'chaotic devil soil'. In the future, abyssal blood pools or demon trees will appear in those places."

"Well, you should know the process afterwards. Abyss worms will appear in the Abyss Blood Pool, and large tumors will form on the Demon Tree. After hatching, they will become Abyss Chickens. These creatures will prey on each other, and when they are full, they will lay eggs or cocoons. What hatch out are the various strange and bizarre demons we know today."

He spoke so calmly and remarkably, which made Nishiro look horrified: "Really?!"

"Of course it's true." Hawthorne chuckled. "After turning the 666 layers of the Abyss into Chaos Demonic Land, the original demons were basically eliminated by these newly born demons. Normally, we rarely encounter them."

"However, thanks to your and Sanasa's experiments, these guys are now beginning to pollute the material world again, starting from the sewers of Libel Port. Ha, congratulations, really congratulations!"

He mocked, making Nishiro's expression more embarrassed: "This...where did you get this information?"

Hawthorne restrained his expression and continued seriously, "You don't have to worry about this. However, if you don't believe it, why don't I take you to the sewer to explore it and confirm their harm with your own eyes?"

Nishiro stiffened his neck, unwilling to accept this fact, because he did not want to bear such a heavy responsibility: "Okay, let's go and take a look!"

Chapter 457 Everyone else... Only me...

Somewhere in the sewers.

The ground and walls that were originally used to drain sewage had now been contaminated by the corpse of the original demon and turned into something like flesh and blood, still wriggling continuously.

In the center of these pieces of meat, some dark red sewage was flowing slowly, and a white worm as thick as a thumb was lying inside, gnawing at everything around it.

That was the original abyss worm. In a few days, when it had eaten all of these, it would evolve into the mother worm of this blood pool, continuously laying eggs in the blood pool, letting the worms prey on each other, grow, form cocoons, metamorphose, and finally turn into all kinds of strange demons.

If left unchecked, this place will become a super-large demon production base in a few months.

Using a mask to block the stench of decay, Hawthorne used the strong light of the Light Magic to illuminate everything. Then he turned his head and looked at Nishiro next to him: "How about it, do you believe everything I said?"

He said this with mixed feelings. It didn't take him long to find this place. With the bloody reality before him, he could easily convince the mind flayer.

But the fact that evidence can be found so easily also shows that the situation in the sewers of Port Liber is extremely bleak. It is unknown how many similar abyss blood pools are springing up all over the city.

This is really not good news...

In front of him, after hearing his words, the tall mind flayer lowered his head in pain and covered his cheeks with his hands. The voice in his heart trembled: "I have made a big mistake..."

Hawthorne ignored him and told him to adjust his emotions first. He then turned and stepped forward, summoning Monport's double-headed sword, and stepped into the sticky flesh-like substance with his leather boots. With two swipes, he chopped the original worm to death and used the power of purification to turn it into ashes.

In his heart, Monport said softly, "What a waste."

Hawthorne ignored him. Indeed, every pool of blood in the abyss was an extremely valuable asset to the lords of the abyss. After all, this thing meant an endless supply of demon soldiers. With a little guidance, they could create their ideal soldiers, which was extremely useful.

But the essence of this thing is to consume the vitality and energy of the material world, so

Hawthorne must not allow them to exist, they must all be purified!

The milky white light continued to spread, covering all the polluted areas. After a while, the pollution here was completely purified and the sewer returned to its original state.

There were just a few big holes on the ground and the walls, which looked extremely ugly.

Hawthorne put away his weapon and turned to look at Nishiro: "How is it? Have you adjusted it?"

The tentacles on Nishiro's chin swayed slightly, and he calmed down his emotions. Then he said firmly: "We have to inform the leaders of your city and make them aware of the danger here!"

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows and immediately kicked the ball back: "Okay, but what do we say? The Glory Society's spiritual wizards teamed up with the crime lord Shannasa to conduct experiments, and the experimental products leaked, polluting the sewer into a place like a bottomless abyss?"

Nishiro was speechless for a moment: "This... This is not good. This will damage the reputation of the Guangyao Society."

Very good, you still have some shame.

Hawthorne clapped his hands and said, "That's right! In the surface world, apart from people like me who are relatively knowledgeable, who else knows that your Glory Society is actually a righteous organization whose mission is to eliminate demonic pollution?"

"Underdark, mind flayers, demonic contamination, these words combined together, do you think your impression on the surface world will be good? You will definitely be hated by everyone right away, right?"

As he spoke, he sighed, "It's just me. I know that you have good intentions after all, but Sanasa is too stubborn and that's why things went wrong. That's why I can forgive you and cooperate with you. If it were someone else... Tsk!"

Having said this, he shook his head again: "So, I really don't recommend that you make a big fuss about this matter now, make it public, and let everyone know about your existence. That would be too stupid."

Nishiro lowered his head, feeling somewhat helpless: "Then tell me, what should I do?"

He had witnessed Hawthorne's heroic act of destroying the demon lord and knew that he was an absolutely righteous man, so he instinctively chose to believe Hawthorne's advice.

Hawthorne snapped his fingers. "It's simple. You see, I have the ability to purify this kind of pollution. Well, although the price is a bit high and it's very hard, I have no regrets in order to protect the world."

He suppressed his laughter and tried to keep his face straight, saying seriously: "I believe that you should have similar capabilities internally? How about this, we reach a cooperation, your Guangyao Association will quickly send more people to investigate in the sewers, and you can solve minor pollution by yourself, and notify me if there is trouble, and I will solve it."

"Let's work together like this for a while. Once the sewers are almost cleaned up, I'll expose this matter and put the blame on Sanasa. You can enjoy all the credit, isn't that enough!"

As he said this, he stared into Nishiro's eyes and whispered, "After all, it was your experiment that went wrong, which led to the leakage of the experimental waste... What do you think?"

Nisilo thought about it and felt that he had no way to refute it, so he nodded: "Okay, Father Nigel Hawthorne, I believe in your judgment."

Hawthorne raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smug smile: "Okay. I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation."

After a pause, he continued, "Oh, when you explore the sewers, remember to draw a map so that it will be easier to mark them and keep track of each other!"

Nishiro nodded repeatedly: "Of course, we will definitely do it!"

Hawthorne nodded slightly.

Great, now someone has drawn a complete map of the dangerous sewers!

……

Wilderness area.