Succubus cannot be a saint

But after she finished speaking, she added with a hint of curiosity, "What happened to him?"

"He started to like spicy food..." The man touched his nose awkwardly.

"........."

The veiled woman looked at him with eyes that showed her concern for the mentally retarded, but suddenly her expression changed. She cast her gaze towards a group of phantom ladies not far from the banquet hall and strode over.

Perhaps following her companions' advice, she did not dispel the illusions, but simply pushed them aside gently and looked around. Her eyes swept over the tables, chairs, and candlesticks, and landed on a cushioned stool inlaid with gold.

"What's wrong?" The man walked over quickly.

"Something's wrong. I feel like someone is watching us." The veiled woman shook her head and frowned slightly. "But it seems to be an illusion..."

"The dreamcatcher is filled with the mental fragments of countless people. It's common to experience delusions in places like this." The man finally said seriously, "If you're worried, why not end your patrol as soon as possible and go out for a spiritual self-examination."

The veiled woman nodded silently, and turned and left with the man.

Seeing her finally leave, a barely perceptible sigh was heard in the air.

But at this moment, the veiled woman turned around without any warning, and pushed out a palm through the air. A spiritual wave shot out like an arrow, not only piercing through a stack of illusions, but also smashing the cushioned stool into pieces!

"What are you doing?!" The man was startled. The veiled woman remained silent and walked quickly to the broken stool to examine it carefully. Her frown finally relaxed as she murmured softly, "Is this really an illusion?"

"Why are you still worried? What if we act rashly here and stir up disturbances in the dream? This dreamcatcher was forcibly bound by the spiritual power of the Pope. If it breaks, what will happen to both of us?"

The man began to preach with great sorrow, but the woman turned a deaf ear to him. Then the two of them slowly left, and their figures turned into a purple light and sneaked into the basement of the banquet hall and disappeared.

After a while, when it was sure that the two men had not returned again, a brass candlestick next to the cushioned stool let out a sigh of relief, stretched out a branch and scratched it, as if scratching its head.

Then it transformed into Sharlene wearing magical girl clothes.

The veiled woman with the number "?79" on her head was extremely suspicious and nearly discovered her whereabouts. The mental wave just now almost grazed her face, and she was almost exposed at that time.

"It's a relief that you could come up with this idea of ​​turning me into an object in a dream." Only then did Du Mudan speak weakly, and it was obvious that she was almost scared to death.

"Fortunately, I have plenty of experience battling Hong Ling..." Shalelei waved her hand. Poison Peony, who was in the real world, heard this nonsensical talk and simply rolled her eyes, ignoring the clueless girl.

While hiding in the form of a brass candlestick, Sharlene heard everything the two bishops in the dream said.

And when the two people mentioned that her current strength had surpassed that of high-level priests and was ranked at the "Saint" level, she was a little amused and helpless for a moment.

"Saint" is different from the Church's Saint. The latter is a religious title, while the former is the first level in the hierarchy of extraordinary beings, above the High Priest and below the Legend. The corresponding magician class title is "Grand Mage," and the extraordinary warrior is "Champion Knight."

Her current strength is far from reaching the level of a Saint. As for destroying the Black Goat Tentacles, it was entirely due to the power of technology...

But compared to this, she was more concerned about another thing the two nightmare bishops said.

——The Nightmare Cult has already taken action against the Storm Church of the Falcon Kingdom.

The Falcon Kingdom is a coastal country located southeast of the Stag Kingdom. It has a long and narrow territory with many rivers within its territory, and has unique commercial and trade conditions.

Because of this, both the Church of Storms, which influences navigation, and the Church of Law, which advocates fair contracts, have established their headquarters in the country. However, compared to the two, the Church of Storms is more powerful and is the de facto state religion of the Falcon.

If it weren't for the covenant signed by the Seven Gods Alliance after the Demonic Calamity three hundred years ago, stipulating that the orthodox churches should not interfere in the internal affairs of secular countries, the Falcon Kingdom would probably have long since become a theocracy controlled by the Storm Church.

And most importantly, the Falcon Kingdom has shown a tendency to expand outward in recent years, causing a lot of friction with the eastern border of the Stag Kingdom, and forcing the kingdom's second prince to lead troops to be stationed on the border.

...Could it be that the Nightmare Cult is behind this?

Sharlelei pondered for a moment, then shook her head. The Falcon Kingdom was too far from her sphere of influence. Even if she wanted to inform the Storm and Law Churches in the Stag Kingdom and have them deliver the message, she wouldn't be able to explain where the news came from.

Compared to this, she was more concerned about the possible revenge of the Dark Mother of Fertility Cult.

"Let's go, let's go find Sally." Shalelei whispered, concentrating her mind and slowly sinking into the turbulence of subconsciousness under the dream.

In a flash, the illusion of the banquet hall quickly disappeared, replaced by an endless gray space. However, this gray space was in chaos, with bricks, broken stones, dilapidated houses, and countless pieces of ruins floating in it, mixed with all kinds of chaotic debris. It was like a huge garbage dump, making it impossible to tell east from west and north.

Sharlelei looked down and saw the gray space extending to the depths below. Countless debris gathered into a huge black vortex, so dark and deep that it seemed as if it was going to suck her in at a glance.

"Is this the subconscious space of thousands or even tens of thousands of people?" Sally's heart was shocked, and she quickly pulled her eyes away from the vortex, but she was in trouble for a moment - there was no east, west, south or north here, how could she find where Sally's dream was?

But just at this moment, a sinister female voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

"It turns out it wasn't my illusion. There really is an uninvited guest in this dreamcatcher. May I ask who you are?"

Sharlelei froze, feeling a chilling presence approaching from behind her. If she had turned around, she would have seen a purple figure quietly flitting towards her. It was none other than the veiled Bishop of Dreamland!

I didn't expect this woman to be so suspicious that she actually came back!

At this moment, the veiled woman finally saw the source of her "illusion" as she wished, the outsider who invaded the dreamcatcher.

But when she saw the girl's figure clearly, she was stunned.

The girl was wearing a beautiful pink dress and a big dreamy bow on her head. Her white back was exposed, and beautiful tassel ribbons dotted her short skirt. Under the lace skirt were her slender legs wrapped in white stockings, and she even held a pink star wand in her hand.

Looking at this very "distinctive" outfit, the veiled woman was speechless for a moment, even forgetting to fight. After a moment, she said blankly: "Sir... who are you?"

The pink-haired girl's back trembled slightly, and she said in a deep voice, "I have always kept my name and surname..."

The veiled woman's expression froze as she waited for her to introduce herself.

The pink girl said, "Just call me Magical Girl."

Veiled woman: "...You are seeking death!"

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 223: The Backdoor of the Dreamcatcher

Hearing the ridiculous word "magical girl," the veiled woman realized she had been tricked and flew into a rage. With a soft shout, she sent several mental waves shooting out like arrows, shattering the rubble around Shalelei.

Invisible spiritual ripples echoed in the gray space. With just a moment's concentration, Sharlelei determined that, in terms of mental power alone, this Dream Bishop was definitely superior to hers. Furthermore, since Dream was the opponent's home turf, a head-on confrontation was undoubtedly the worst option.

Yet, at this moment, she couldn't use the Sleeping Swan to defend against the enemy's attacks. This holy artifact was crafted by a saint from the Church of Light, so it was no surprise that the Nightmare Bishop recognized it. Its safekeeping in Field City was probably no secret.

If he could use the "Sleeping Swan", then the sacred artifact of Field City was created by an ancient saint and held by a woman... Once these points were connected, his identity would be clear.

"Run first!"

Sharlelei made up her mind and waved her hand to conjure up a mask to cover her face to prevent the other party from seeing her face. She rushed around in the subconscious space, jumping and swimming wildly like a big pink goose.

The veiled woman chased after her relentlessly, her eyes fixed on the strange "magical girl". She felt that she had been fooled by this mysterious invader, and was furious. She couldn't help but shout, "Stop!" As she spoke, she swung her hand and launched a "mind shock" out.

An invisible spiritual wave passed by Sharlele and with a "bang" blew the building debris around her into pieces.

The debris in this subconscious space are all memory fragments of the dream servants, which cannot withstand such shock. The gray space was churning, as if a giant beast was waking up from its slumber, and began to fluctuate slowly.

At this moment, the instability of the dreamcatcher was revealed - after being shocked by the mental fluctuations, the building fragments began to fluctuate chaotically, as if they were living things, gathering into waves, and pressing down on Sharlene and the veiled woman!

After launching a psychic attack, the veiled woman finally calmed down and began to regret her actions. However, the dreamcatcher was already caught in a ripple, and countless ruins and debris were pouring down on her. She had no choice but to stop her attack and withdraw.

But Sharlele had no desire to fight anymore and was running madly among the collapsing ruins. She found time to turn around and saw the veiled woman who was also dodging and moving. An idea suddenly came to her mind and she already had a plan.

She immediately concentrated her mental power and cast a "charm" at the veiled woman from a distance. The veiled woman sensed the mental fluctuations coming from afar, snorted coldly, and cast a defensive spell.

But unexpectedly, Sharlene's move was just a feint, and the "charm" easily passed through her mental defense and spread around her.

The subconscious space suddenly began to churn again, and the surging ruins turned into waves, rising from the feet of the veiled woman and covering her head!

"What!" The veiled woman was shocked and angry. She never expected that the intruder would use the instability of the dreamcatcher against her.

She then cast a series of divine spells, sending waves of spiritual ripples through her mind, forcibly pushing away the turbulent waves of memory fragments around her. But in just this delay, the arrogant pink figure could no longer be seen.

"He's so familiar with the properties of the dreamcatcher, he must be someone in the cult..."

The veiled woman's face was as gloomy as water. She thought for a moment, gritting her teeth, and she was convinced that there must be a traitor within the cult. But she had no idea who this traitor was.

After a successful feint, Sally fled far away. After waiting for a moment, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw no sound behind her. Just as she was debating whether to rush in and find Sally, or retreat and consider her options, a low ripple spread out from behind her like an undercurrent.

The next moment, the veiled woman's gnashing teeth sounded sinister.

"——Psychic Storm!"

Salaret's expression suddenly changed!

She didn't expect that this hot-tempered old sister was not only extremely suspicious and kept looking back several times, but was also such a rough person. In order to catch her, she even did not hesitate to use such large-scale magic in the subconscious space!

Then, the thick ripples behind her choked slightly, and then suddenly exploded. With the veiled woman at the center, the surrounding ruins, broken bricks and debris suddenly burst out in all directions, as if a bomb had exploded on the ground, and a spherical shock wave exploded!

Sharlelei's eyes went dark as she was hit by several pieces of broken bricks and tiles. She was involuntarily blown away by the mental storm and collided with the vast amount of debris. Her spirit body also floated and dispersed like water waves, and it seemed that it would disappear in the next moment.

She could vaguely hear the anxious cries of Poison Peony. She wanted Poison Peony to help her "disconnect" and forcibly escape from the dreamcatcher, but she couldn't utter a word, and Poison Peony's contact was intermittent.

If this were in a game, her health bar would undoubtedly be at the bottom.

But this is not a game, but it is a hundred times more dangerous than a game - if you are seriously injured and lose consciousness in this subconscious space, then the fun will be great. Your spirit may be trapped at the bottom of the dreamcatcher forever, and you may never be able to return to your body.

Amidst the excruciating pain all over her body, Shalelei could only vaguely see the debris of buildings around her. The broken walls and ruins were flying around like pieces of paper. She felt as if she had fallen into a washing machine, and the world was spinning around her.

But in this ever-spinning world, she suddenly discovered that there was a mahogany door that seemed to be welded to the space, and no matter how fierce the mental storm was, it could not shake it at all!

At that moment, she didn't care about so many things. She was hit by several huge rocks in succession. In the heart-wrenching pain, she barely gathered the last bit of clarity of mind, rushed over, grabbed the door handle and twisted it hard. The door actually opened and swallowed her in!

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

The mental storm gradually subsided, and the veiled woman floated in the air, looking at the gray space in front of her.

The subconscious space, originally filled with ruined buildings, was blasted by her, and a huge spherical vacuum zone suddenly appeared. She glanced up, but didn't see the pink figure, so she snorted coldly.

"After being hit by such a psychic storm, even if you don't die, you will be injured. I will go check all the dream priests in the cult right now. I am afraid I can find you!"

She said this coldly, and her figure disappeared without a trace in a purple light.

At the same time, Sharlele floated up quickly amidst flashes of memories, and in the blink of an eye she escaped from the subconscious space with turbulent undercurrents. When her vision returned, she saw a deep cave.

"I am..."

She blinked and realized that she had come into the body of a "dream servant"!

Without having time to think about what was going on, Sharlele quickly concentrated on exploring the mind of this dream servant and found that the mahogany door was right in his surface consciousness. She then breathed a sigh of relief.

"...I understand. This gate connects the surface consciousness of a 'Dream Servant' to the subconscious space of the entire Dream Catcher. As long as you know the location of this 'Dream Servant', you can sneak into the deep Dream Catcher at any time without anyone noticing!"

After a moment's contemplation, Sharlene's mind suddenly became clear, followed by a wave of deep astonishment. If the veiled woman hadn't used her desperate psychic storm to turn the subconscious space upside down, she probably wouldn't have been able to find this door.

This door is actually a...literally "back door"! But who created it?

However, since he can tamper with the consciousness of the dream servant, then this person must be a member of the Nightmare Cult. Could he be a traitor in the Nightmare Cult?

Sharlelei was at a loss for words. She had never expected that this insider's convenient door would actually benefit her by accident.

Although the dream servant's body couldn't move, his five senses were still functioning normally. After calming her thoughts a little, Sharlelei began to observe her surroundings through his eyes.

She was in a deep cavern. A row of crystal cocoons lined the walls, each containing a dream servant. Runes nested in a circular pattern were carved into the crystal cocoons, and a faint blue magical light flowed slowly along these rune rings, continuously pouring into the cocoons.

After watching for a moment, Sharlelei felt a mixture of surprise and joy. She was surprised that she had somehow arrived at the Nightmare Cult's base for storing dream servants. And she was delighted that those crystal cocoons were devices that used magic to sustain human life!

The "Succubus Cradle", which had been shelved because it was impossible to safely inject magic power into the human body, unexpectedly found a solution in the hands of the Nightmare Cult!

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Alas, it's been a long time since I last asked for some money and razor blades... (rolling)

Volume 3: The Faith Revolution of the Succubus Saint: Chapter 224: Sally's World, Act 1

While Sharlelei was silently memorizing the runes on the crystal cocoon, in another corner of the continent.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor. The veiled woman walked quickly through the corridor decorated with purple curtains and suddenly pushed open a door.

In the hall behind the door was a long table, around which several people in purple robes were sitting. At the head of the table was a tall and thin figure that did not look human. The whole body was wrapped in a purple curtain, like a long cocoon.

Seeing the veiled woman intruding, the purple-robed people shouted in surprise, but she turned a deaf ear to them and simply bowed to the slender figure. "Your Holiness, I apologize for the offense! I have an important matter to report!"

Then, she briefly described her experiences in the dreamcatcher. When she gritted her teeth and said the word "magical girl," a purple-robed figure couldn't help but laugh, earning a fierce glare from the veiled woman.

The purple-robed man quickly fell silent, his expression serious. He was the chattering old lady in the dreamcatcher. He and the purple-robed man beside him were naturally also dream bishops.

"...Magical girl? Do you think this person is a traitor in the cult?" After listening to the veiled woman's story, the slender cloth cocoon known as "The Pope's Throne" spoke softly. His voice was soft and flat, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. There was no ups and downs in his voice, just like a robot.

Judging from the respectful attitude of the purple-robed people around it towards "it", the person wrapped in this cocoon should be the Nightmare Pope of the Nightmare Cult.

"Yes. Your Majesty, I request that you immediately investigate all dream priests within the cult who know of the existence of the Dream Catcher. That magical girl was struck by my Psychic Storm. Even if she didn't die instantly, she was seriously injured..."

The veiled woman's gaze was like lightning as it swept across the faces of the dream bishops. She said bitterly, "That person can freely change his form in dreams. Therefore, I suggest that even the male priests in the order should be investigated as well."

"...I want to see which man of integrity is wearing that shameless outfit!"

When her vicious gaze swept over them, the male dream bishops couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines...

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

On the other side, after silently memorizing all the runes on the crystal cocoon, Sharlele returned to the subconscious sea of ​​the dream catcher through the "back door" in the dream servant's consciousness.

"I don't know who created this 'backdoor'... Never mind for now. Finding Sally is the most important thing."

Ever since the veiled woman stirred up the sea of ​​subconsciousness with a "psychic storm", this gray space was still trembling slightly, with tiny waves constantly appearing.