Succubus cannot be a saint

"What do you want to buy?" she asked with a smile. She walked in somewhat dazed. She didn't know what she wanted to buy, but she had a strong feeling that she should come in and take a look. It was as if this small pharmacy was the only place worth seeing on this street.

Just as Sallelei was picking and choosing among the dried herbs on the counter, a strange gleam suddenly flashed in the eyes of the girl watching over the shop.

"Although she's a succubus who can control dreams..." She looked at the graceful figure, and a strange thought gradually emerged in her heart, "But she is deeply trapped in my dream. Last time, she was in her own dream, so it was so easy for her to escape. This time, she may not be able to..."

But after much thought, the girl still had concerns about the succubus. After all, the power of the "light-guided cannon" from the previous night was still there. However, seeing Sallelei's dazed eyes picking at the herbs, she felt a conflict within herself. After much deliberation, the girl gritted her teeth and took a gamble.

There will probably never be a second chance for this succubus to stand before him defenselessly.

Yes, gently, slowly, little by little, inject a hint into her consciousness. No need to arouse suspicion, just make her feel that she is more useful than she imagined, and there is no need to kill her so hastily...

The red light in the girl's eyes became more and more intense, and ripples slowly appeared in the space. The invisible waves covered Sharlele, and just before it was about to fall on her, a white light suddenly burst out!

It was as if a small sun had lit up in the room, and a pure white halo shone from Sharlene. The girl felt as if she had been hit on the head with a hammer. She screamed and covered her face with her hands, and blood flowed out from between her fingers.

This flash of light seemed to shatter the outside world. The streets, buildings and pedestrians outside the store were all submerged in a white void. For a moment, only this small pharmacy was left in the dream.

Poison Peony raised her head, a trace of resentment appearing on her blood-stained face. "...You were prepared?"

Sallelei looked at her with a smile, and in front of this woman, she slowly reached into her collar and took out a swan necklace that was filled with holy light.

Honestly, when she first entered this dream, Sharlelei was indeed captivated by its powerful mental power, and briefly lost in thought. This dream was filled with Poison Peony's obsession, and for a moment, she even believed herself to be a resident of this dream town.

But with the "Sleeping Swan" protecting her, she woke up quickly, so she decided to continue playing along and see if this cultist would be able to suppress his desire to harm others and attack her.

Unexpectedly, she actually caught this fish.

The Poison Peony's dream magic hit the Sleeping Swan's mental defense, causing the backlash to be more than doubled, instantly shattering her dream, and her mental body was also rippling like water waves, on the verge of collapse.

"Let me tell you an old saying: you shouldn't have the intention to harm others, but you must always be on guard against them." Sharlelei walked around to Du Mudan with a smile and touched her forehead with her hand. "Now it's my turn."

The succubus's enchanting power penetrated directly, constantly attacking Du Mudan's already broken mental defense.

"You... bastard..." Du Mudan gritted her teeth, her blood-stained face gradually twisted and changed, turning back into that half-repaired, half-rotten face, and her flawless white hands quickly became as withered as chicken claws.

The shop peeled away like paint on a painting, revealing a different scene. Inside the dimly lit apothecary workshop, a young apprentice knelt on the ground, her face and hands bloody and smoldering. Acid hissed and splashed around her.

The next scene. The girl stood alone on a snowy street, the apothecary's doors closed behind her. The sky was dark. She tried to tighten her cloak, but her withered fingers were powerless. The cloak, the only thing that could shield her from the wind and snow, instantly slipped away from her, vanishing in the chill wind.

The next scene shows a young girl wrapped in a tattered sack lying on the side of the road, curled up in the shadow of a ditch, her head covered with straw, flies flying around her, her exposed feet rotten beyond recognition, and a broken bowl in front of her.

People walked past her, the traffic was busy, and a few feet away from the broken bowl was a bright and prosperous world, but a ditch seemed like an insurmountable barrier.

The door of a small building behind her opened, and a basin of feces and urine was poured over her head without a glance, covering her body and face, splashing the broken bowl with a clang. The girl vaguely heard the clinking sound, as if it were a copper coin falling, and her dry lips under the straw moved humbly and desperately.

"thanks, thanks……"

The illusion flowed like water, swirling around Sharlelei and Poison Peony. The woman kneeling on the ground clutched her head and moaned softly, her form shifting again and again. Sometimes she was a herbalist apprentice with bruises on her hands and shoulders, sometimes a beggar with a bruised face and hands, and sometimes the elegant Lady Chrona...

But the last bit of strength and obsession in her heart was still resisting the impact of the charm.

Slowly withdrawing her gaze from the surrounding illusions, Shalelei suddenly smiled, "I see, this is your past before you became a cultist..."

"You...what do you know..." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Du Mudan's mouth, and her appearance changed again and again between different ages.

"Yes, I haven't experienced your life, so I really don't understand." Sharlene's expression remained unchanged. "If there's no hope in reality, there's nothing wrong with escaping it all in dreams. I imagine those nightmare cultists used similar words to recruit you, right?"

Poison Peony trembled and snorted coldly.

"Don't get me wrong. I agree with this statement. If reality is so cold and hopeless, there's nothing wrong with escaping it. No one can blame you for anything. But..."

Salleigh squatted down, ran her fingers down the woman's cheek, and lifted her chin.

"What if I could give you a chance to live in a reality as beautiful as your dreams?"

Du Mudan's bloodshot eyes froze.

"Although the scars on your face and hands are difficult to heal, they are not incurable. Have you ever thought about the day when these wounds on your body will heal?"

These words seemed to touch her heart, but they aroused the woman's anger.

"You... stop looking down on me..." she hissed. "You think... you think I haven't tried it? Ordinary medicine has no effect on me... The Dark Mother of Fertility's methods are even more ridiculous. I want to become a normal person again, not a monster... As for the magic of light and the magic of fertility... Haha, hahaha!"

She laughed bitterly, "Which archbishop would cast a high-level divine spell of restoration and regeneration on someone like me? Even those of us who serve dreams wouldn't entertain such daydreams!"

"Me." Salleh blinked.

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 208: Intelligence of the Nightmare Cult

Poison Peony couldn't catch her breath, her spirit body was fluctuating violently, and her mental defenses were almost breached.

"Although I don't know that kind of high-level divine arts..." Shalelei said slowly, Poison Peony's spirit body fluctuating violently again. If she wasn't desperately fighting against the power of enchantment, she would probably have bitten the panting succubus to death.

"But have you ever thought about... not being a human anymore?" After Shalelei finished saying this, Poison Peony's eyes almost popped out. She didn't expect that the last half of the succubus's suspenseful words were still nonsense!

"I'm going to fight you!" Poison Peony screamed.

"Don't misunderstand me." Shailelei easily suppressed her fluctuating mental energy. "I don't mean for you to accept the evil spell of the Dark Mother of Fertility and turn into a monster. I mean... do you want to become a succubus?"

At first glance, this option didn't seem much better than turning into a monster. However, amidst her rage, Poison Peony's mind briefly cleared up. As she looked at the unparalleled beauty of the succubus, a thought suddenly occurred to her:

It seems like becoming a succubus wouldn't be such a bad idea. Succubi may have a bad reputation, but they are never ugly.

But just with this moment of shock, Du Mudan's defenses were broken, and the succubus's enchanting power penetrated directly into her consciousness, forming a mark that flashed with a faint pink light in the depths of her consciousness!

"what--!"

Poison Peony suddenly screamed, as if the severe pain that seemed to wedge into her brain made her open her eyes suddenly. In the bloody haze, she could only see the figure of Shalelei and her vague smile in the distance.

Become... a succubus? Before she fell into unconsciousness, Poison Peony clutched at these words like a drowning man grasping at a straw, savoring and chewing them carefully.

But before she could chew it to a conclusion, darkness came over and swallowed her.

..............................

When she woke up again, the magic circle had been activated again. Sharlelei was squatting in front of her, smiling, and besides the succubus, there was another person standing before her.

——The leader of the Knights of Field City, Holy Bow Knight Berea.

The moment she saw the female knight, Du Mudan shrank back, but then she realized that there seemed to be something wrong with this woman.

Would a paladin sprout a pair of thick goat horns? Or a long, thin, heart-shaped tail? Those are undoubtedly the characteristics of a succubus.

This succubus... actually turned this Paladin into one of her own kind! She turned the renowned Holy Archer Knight into one of her own kind!

For a moment, she remembered what Salaret said, "turning into a succubus."

Succubus... can it be transformed?

Could this be the conspiracy hatched by the Black Cabinet? They've found a way to turn humans into demons, so they're emboldened to attack the other two families, brazenly robbing each other...

What kind of grand plan is the Black Ark brewing? If they truly find a way to transform humans into demons, can the Nightmare Cult and the Dark Mother of Fertility withstand it? Should I switch sides...?

Thinking of this, Du Mudan suddenly shuddered and woke up. With a splitting headache on her head, she looked at the smiling succubus in front of her and said in a dry voice, "You..."

"I hope you still remember my suggestion." Shalelei said. Her voice fell into Poison Peony's ears, stirring up waves of sweet trance. "What have you thought about it?"

Poison Peony knew it was the effect of the enchantment, but every time she tried to resist, it would silently shatter and extinguish. She opened her mouth and said helplessly, "I no longer have the strength to resist you. What else do you want me to do?"

"Not very good. I want you to do a few things for me. Only after that will I grant you the grace of succubus." Salaret straightened up.

The reason why she did not immediately assimilate Poison Peony was very simple: the other party was a priest, a priest of the evil god "Nightmare Lord".

As the lord of the succubus, she can overthrow the accounts of her followers at any time and download data from the gods' network disk. Can the gods influence her in return?

Although the Goddess of Light has not responded to her "top account" behavior so far, there is no guarantee that the Lord of Dreams will not react.

After all, the Goddess of Light has many followers and is a righteous god with many followers. She may not be aware of my secretly taking over the account. The Lord of Dreams is a real evil god, and there is a certain risk in assimilating the Poison Peony myself.

Therefore, Sharlele decided to hold back and make further considerations after obtaining more information about the Lord of Dreams.

As expected, the succubus had no intention of keeping her promise. Poison Peony's half-intact face twitched, revealing a desperate sneer. But what choice did she have? She was at the mercy of others, at their mercy.

"I want to ask you a few questions," Sharlene said bluntly, "Have you ever heard of 'Forsaken by God'?"

After a long silence, Du Mudan said listlessly, "No."

Salarei wasn't surprised by the answer. "How much do you know about the demonic rebellion three hundred years ago?"

"Aren't you from the Black Ark Order? You don't even know your own history?" Du Mudan raised her eyelids.

Shalelei was completely unafraid and glared at her. "I want to ask about the goddess of love, Ishna. What happened to the goddess of love three hundred years ago? What is the relationship between the devil and the goddess of love? For these matters, I need not only the records of my sect, but also the documents of other sects."

When she said "I teach," Bereya gave her an awkward look. Although her master had told her about pretending to be a cultist before Poison Peony woke up, she still wasn't quite used to it.

Poison Peony's expression changed several times, as she seemed to ponder the reason behind Sharlelei's questions. Finally, she slowly said, "According to the Nightmare Cult's documents, the God of Love fell three hundred years ago."

Salaret's face changed.

The God of Love has fallen. Although she had thought about this possibility, she couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart when she heard Du Mudan say this.

This is something that would never be recorded in the Field Seminary documents.

"It was the fall of the God of Love that led to the emergence of the devil. But how exactly the God of Love fell is not recorded in the literature. Perhaps these true secrets only exist in the hearts of the bishops and the Pope."

"However, our historical records suggest that Samuthus, the Lord of Depravity and Desire, was born from the fall of the god of love. He is a deity that governs depravity, indulgence, and unrestrained desire, very similar to the dark side of the god of love..."

The god of love fell, and in his fall, the demon lord Samuel was born...

So what connection did her "joyful blessing" have with this Samuel? Salares's thoughts raced, but her face remained calm. "Anything else?"

"No more." Du Mudan said dryly.

Seeing that she could no longer pry anything out of the cultist, Sharlelei nodded. "I have one more question. Do you know what happened to the civilians who disappeared in Field City a few months ago?"

"Ah, that." A twisted and terrifying smile appeared on Poison Peony's half-healed, half-rotten face. "That was the work of the Dark Mother of Abundance. They bribed a gang in the city called the 'Black Wing Society' to secretly take out those beggars who disappeared without a trace, as well as those peasants who couldn't afford the high-interest loans, and sell them to those lunatics who play with flesh and blood..."

"You...how can you still laugh!" Belea was furious when she heard that and slapped the iron fence with her palm.

"Haha, hahaha... why can't I laugh?" Poison Peony laughed so hard that her shoulders shook, but tears slowly flowed from her one good eye. "If I hadn't joined the Nightmare Cult, my fate would have been like that... I was lucky enough to escape, so why can't I laugh? Do you know what I find the funniest? The funniest thing is that you, a wanton succubus, still act like a sanctimonious knight!"

"You—!" Bereya's eyebrows were raised, and Shailelei shook her head at her. "She's deliberately provoking you, Sister Bereya, don't fall for it."

"...Yes, Master." Bereya's brows fell back in frustration. Hearing this address, Poison Peony chuckled once more.

"Were you involved?" Sharlene asked bluntly.

"Participate? Why? Our Nightmare Cult's mission is solely to infiltrate the surrounding noble territories. As for how to attack the city, that's all up to those rotten bastards." Poison Peony's sneer slowly faded, and she said expressionlessly, "The Black Wings' leader in Field is named Moise. He usually stays at the Rotten Guts Tavern in downtown. He's a slippery old man, so you better be careful."

Salaret glanced at her for a moment, but her half-healed, half-broken face showed no expression.

"Sister Bereya, go investigate this matter," she said slowly, her gaze still fixed on Du Mudan, but softened. "I'm going to take this cultist away later. If the Archbishop asks, tell her I found a way to get her to talk, so I'm bringing her back to the territory."

"Also, have him find two death row inmates and publicly execute them. Spread the word that the cultists in Field and Greystone have been killed."

"Yes, Master."

"By the way, you can start corrupting the people in the cathedral later. Start with the female knights who trust you. Remember, use your 'weapons' well..."

Salaret spoke slowly, and Berea was startled, a blush appearing on her fair cheeks.

"Yes, master, but... I, I don't know if I can... do it..." Berea stuttered - this female knight had just become a succubus a few days ago and was not used to the succubus's "business", and even the charm technique was not working well.

"Don't worry. As long as you're cautious, no one would have guessed that the famous Holy Bow Knight has become a succubus... Think about what I did to you... It's okay, I'll leave Isadore here to help you."

As Salleh patiently coaxed her, Berea's face became redder and redder. Finally, she hurriedly bowed to her and ran away with her hands on her cheeks.

Watching Bereya leave, Sharlele smiled. She secretly decided that when her followers increased and there were new vacancies for the Succubus Queen's Gift, she would give it to Bereya and let her establish her own Succubus Knights.

...I just feel a little sorry for Willie.

On the other side, Du Mudan was already stunned. She didn't expect to see the Holy Bow Knight so shy and girlish, nor did she expect that Salares had already started to attack the cathedral.

She thought about it carefully. Her Nightmare Cult mobilized countless people and spent three or four years to take over several small noble territories and prepare to take over the city of Field.

As soon as this succubus arrived in Field, she subdued the famous Holy Bow Knight and forced her to attack her subordinates, driving secret troops deep into this holy city in the west.

Comparing the two, when it comes to infiltration and infiltration, the Nightmare Cult and the Dark Mother of Abundance, two cobblers combined, are no match for the succubus, making her want to bang her head against the wall and die.

Poison Peony was silent for a moment, suppressing the shame of her lack of professional skills and the fear of the Black Ark Order's grand plan. She said dryly, "Are you done with the questions? What do you want me to do now?"

"Come with me to Moon Spring Town and rescue the little succubus I mentioned."

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 209: "Puppet" Angeldale (4k5)

As early as after the grand coronation ceremony of the saint, Salleh had already determined her future itinerary.

Although the Pope's canonization documents hadn't arrived yet, it was only a matter of time, so there was no need to wait here. Furthermore, after receiving the Duke of Delaware's documents, she would be the legitimate Baroness of Greystone Town and should return to her territory.

During the rebellion launched by the two cults, no fewer than ten noble fiefdoms, large and small, were infiltrated. This was undoubtedly a major event that shook the entire kingdom. Duke Dravi was bound to use drastic measures to reshuffle the power structure in the western border. Since this involved cultists, the Church of the Goddess of Light would not sit idly by.

And even if Salares used her toes, she could have guessed that after she became this unrivaled saint, the Duke and the King would definitely find ways to test her.

Therefore, she had to hurry back to the territory and prepare for the coming storm—for example, bringing the "Shadow of the Spring Goddess" to Granny, letting Poison Peony rescue Sally, and seeing what new things Willie had created...