Succubus cannot be a saint

"Reviving the ancient faith, one step closer to our God..."

"Nan Ned, are you really going to..." The mountain hunter looked at the medicine bottle in horror, while Nan Ned slowly unscrewed it. Although his movements were slow, they were extremely determined.

The villagers watched him drink the liquid in the bottle and throw the empty bottle away. Soon, the muscles on Nannide's face became relaxed and his eyes became dazed.

But then, a frantic and painful look appeared on his face, and a low "ho ho" growl came from his throat like a wild beast.

"Nan Ned, Nan Ned!?"

The mountain people didn't care if they were discovered and rushed forward to surround him. A hunter supported Nanned's shoulders, but the next second, his wrist suddenly hurt. A large hand covered with gray hair grabbed his wrist tightly, making a crisp sound like bone breaking.

He stared blankly at Nannide—or rather, at the pair of green wolf eyes in the darkness.

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Wuwu, please give me some money and razor blades...

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 80: Howl of the Wolf (Part 2) (3k)

The quiet night of the fallen leaf moon was broken by a violent and shrill wolf howl.

However, the wolf howl did not sound outside the town, but inside the lord's mansion.

In just that instant, the lord's mansion fell into chaos, and the servants screamed one after another. But in this situation, the results of Shalelei and Durenna's training of the militia were fully demonstrated - even in the chaos, the militia guarding the door still rushed in quickly, deployed their formation and prepared to fight.

But what appeared before them was a monster that was over two and a half meters tall.

In the moonlight, the monster was wearing tattered mountain folk clothes, with long gray hair all over its body, pointed ears, a long mouth, and a mouth full of white fangs. Although it still retained a bit of human appearance, its eyes had completely turned into green wolf eyes.

Next to the monster, several mountain people were lying in a mess.

The militiamen were stunned by this scene. They were newly recruited farmers, and while they had received training, they had never before experienced a true battle with a monster. Furthermore, the monster's massive stature was completely different from that of a monster, imbued with a ferocious, terrifying, and oppressive power.

"High Priest... High Priest..."

The werewolf-shaped monster opened its mouth, translucent sticky saliva dripping from it, and let out a low growl. Its pair of green eyes stared at the direction of the main house, without even glancing at the trembling spear-wielding militiamen, and rushed towards the main house door like lightning!

This happened so suddenly that the militiamen had no idea the monster would rush directly towards the main house. They stood there for half a second before shouting. For a moment, they almost forgot their fear and desperately chased after it.

Not only are there servants from the lord's mansion in the main house, but also their Lady Saint!

With a loud bang, the gate of the mansion was smashed by the wolf-like monster. Amidst flying wood chips, it rushed in directly, and its body scraped a deep mark on the wall of the corridor.

Just after the militiamen and the wolf-shaped monster disappeared into the main house, the door of the small wooden house in the yard, which "looked like it was where the servants lived", creaked open, revealing the face of a beautiful girl.

"what's the situation……"

In her own laboratory, Sharlene almost watched... oh no, listened to the whole process.

Until recently, she had been holed up in the laboratory, continuing to craft the rune base for the catapult magic crossbow. Naturally, she had heard the noises made by the mountain folk as they climbed into the yard.

At that time, her first reaction was: Is there a thief?

But after she placed her hand on the catapult crossbow, the succubus's keen hearing picked up the whispers of the mountain folk. When someone called out Nanned's name, Sharlele understood everything.

It turned out that Nanny still didn't trust her, so he secretly brought people to rescue Granny in the middle of the night!

For a moment, she felt both amused and annoyed. She was annoyed that her repeated assurances were of no use. It was really outrageous. After explaining the misunderstanding, she would definitely give Nannide a good beating.

But just as she was about to push the door open, reveal her identity, and take them to find Granny, something unexpected happened. The sudden wolf howl frightened her to the spot.

Howling? Werewolf? But...why? She was certain the monster's horn didn't have a lycanthropic curse. The evidence was that the butchers and hunters who had come into contact with the monster's carcass the most in recent days were fine, and the mountain folk had always burned the carcass immediately upon receiving it. How could it possibly be tainted by a curse?

What happened to Nannide?

Only after she determined from the noise outside that the werewolf Nanned had rushed into the house did Shalelei dare to push the door open and come out. Although she was now a succubus, a priest, and a mage... well, she only knew one spell - she was still fragile, and fighting a werewolf head-on would undoubtedly be a death wish.

"After hearing that wolf howl, Durenna should rush back immediately... But before that, Nanned will burst into the house. Ophelin and the others have no fighting ability at all. What should we do... what should we do?"

After pushing the door open from the laboratory, Sharlele immediately saw the mountain people lying in the yard.

In fact, only the unlucky guy who went to Funanides had his arm broken, and as for the rest... they were all scared.

Despite being transformed into a werewolf, Nanned seemed to have retained a degree of sanity. This was evidenced by the fact that he ignored the mountain dwellers and guards and rushed straight to the lord's house without hesitation.

Looking at these hunters dressed up and frightened mountain people, Sharlelei felt something in her heart and narrowed her eyes.

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

As the wolf howled, Isadore and Granny in the room immediately changed their expressions.

The heavy atmosphere brought by the previous topic was immediately swept away. Isadore jumped up without even wiping away her tears. "—It's a monster! Eh, that's not right... How could a monster appear in the lord's mansion?"

At first, Granny also subconsciously thought it was a monster. But she soon realized something was wrong. Then, an ominous thought slowly emerged in her mind...

It's not a monster. Monsters won't appear in the lord's mansion. Could it be that...

Werewolf, the divine punishment of the Antlered Goddess...

But then, a loud bang came from not far away, accompanied by the screams of servants and nuns, the roars of militiamen, and continuous loud noises, as if something was breaking through the door and rushing towards this side!

"Hurry, let's run away..." Even as the mountain people's high priestess, Granny was at a loss for words. She instinctively used her wooden staff to block Isadore, but she stopped mid-sentence.

Escape? Where to? This was already the deepest and most secluded room. Where else could they escape to?

While he was speaking, the roar came closer and closer. With a loud bang and flying wood chips, the door of the room was blown away!

Then, a massive humanoid monster squeezed through the door, causing the doorframe to creak under the weight. Its claws, covered in gray fur, stomped on the ground, its arms were long and sharp, and its eyes were like wolf-green.

What appeared in front of the two was a tall werewolf.

The moment Granny saw the werewolf, her mind went blank.

To Isadore, it might just be a terrifying monster, but to Granny, it was an ancient legend come true, her worst nightmare come true.

She looked at the werewolf, her whole body trembling, her face pale, the wooden stick in her hand fell to the ground with a thud, and she couldn't say a word.

Why? Why were werewolves here? Why? Why did the Antlered Goddess's divine punishment still come? Clearly, clearly, the Saint had just proven to herself that the beast's horns were a "blessing," a divine protection for the mountain people, yet why did werewolves still appear?

But the werewolf didn't give her the chance to think any further. It let out a low roar, its sticky saliva dripping onto the ground, and it kicked the ground with its claws, pouncing at her like lightning!

Before Granny could react, Isadore pounced forward accompanied by a golden light and collided head-on with the werewolf!

"Isadore!" Granny screamed. Although she knew that Isadore was blessed by the pagan gods, that... that was a werewolf, a monster that was the incarnation of the goddess's punishment!

But the next moment, seeing Isadore rushing towards him, the werewolf paused, its forward momentum weakening. Isadore, gleaming with golden light, shouted without hesitation and rammed headfirst into the werewolf!

With a dull thud, the werewolf fell to the ground as if it had been hit by a wild boar. At that moment, Granny even saw the wolf's face twisted into a subtle expression of pain.

After successfully striking the werewolf, Isadore didn't hesitate and immediately turned over and rode on top of the werewolf. At this moment, the little succubus had even forgotten what fear was. Her originally emerald green eyes were now dyed with a demonic crimson. Her mind was filled with only one thought -

——Protect Aunt Granny!

Fists shrouded in golden holy light rained down on the werewolf's face like raindrops. Although this flurry of punches was unsystematic, under the power of the Gift of Blasphemy, the werewolf roared in pain, blood flowing from the corners of its mouth. From its mouth, it uttered an incoherent, muffled sound: "Isa... Duo..."

For a split second, Isadore's fist froze in mid-air. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, trying to discern the faint but still incredibly familiar voice: "...Nanny...Uncle?"

At this moment, the werewolf's body suddenly bounced up, and with a wave of his arm, he threw the little nun out, and she hit the wall on the side with a bang.

After getting rid of Isadore, the werewolf no longer hesitated and immediately pounced on Granny!

Seeing the huge body rapidly enlarging in front of her, the green wolf eyes and sharp claws were so close, Granny's mind went blank.

Am I going to die? In that moment that seemed like an eternity, this thought suddenly crossed the priestess's mind.

I have learned that the Deer Horned Goddess has not completely left, and the fate of the mountain people is about to take a turn for the better. Could it be... am I going to die here?

A sharp, fishy wind blew across her face. Granny closed her eyes in near despair, waiting for the death that was destined to come.

But in the next moment, a clear and sharp voice of a girl sounded like cutting ice and snow, suddenly waking her up from the chaos!

"Granny, get down!"

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 81: Werewolf Learns Martial Arts (4k)

The moment she heard the sound, Granny fell to the ground without thinking. As the whooshing sound of the air passed by, in her peripheral vision, the werewolf's movements suddenly froze.

She trembled all over and hugged her head, then carefully raised her eyes.

A slender figure stood at the door against the light, holding a strange-looking object in his hand, which looked like a crossbow, but there was no sound of the crossbow string just now.

Beside her were several trembling mountain hunters, each holding a strange-looking crossbow, aimed at the werewolf in front of them.

At this critical moment, Sharlele finally arrived with the mountain hunters.

After confirming that the werewolves had rushed into the main house, she immediately took out several spare magic crossbows from the laboratory and stuffed them into the hunters, using the Gift of Blasphemy to grant them the ability to control magic as quickly as possible.

Considering that the militiamen in the lord's mansion are all rookies and don't even know about the catapult magic crossbow, Sharlelei resolutely chose the mountain hunter who already has a basic understanding of archery.

"Concentrate, keep your hands steady, imagine the 'hot water' flowing over to fill the kettle, imagine the crossbow arrow shooting out, and then pull the trigger!" Sharlelei commanded sternly, and without hesitation, pulled the trigger again. The second crossbow arrow shot out with a whoosh and penetrated deeply into the werewolf's body.

The mountain hunters were completely bewildered and confused. They had no idea why Nanned had turned into a werewolf, nor how these stringless crossbows could shoot arrows. They stood there in a daze, at a loss as to what to do.

Sharlelei cursed the werewolf in her heart as a waste, but because of this delay, the werewolf suddenly turned around, roared, and pounced on her!

"Scatter!" This time, Sharlele was prepared, rolling away. But the mountaineer beside her wasn't so lucky. He was grabbed and pinned to the ground by the werewolf. Sharp nails dug deep into his flesh, and as the white teeth neared his throat, the man screamed in fear.

But just before the mountain man was about to have his neck bitten off by the werewolf, a sharp sound that broke through the air rang out again!

In an instant, a crossbow bolt lodged itself deeply in the werewolf's shoulder. The wolf's green eyes darted over, and he saw another mountain hunter not far away, his face pale as he held a magic crossbow. The magic crystal on the crossbow still shone with a blue light.

At this critical moment, Sharlele's order finally took effect.

"Shoot, shoot!" Sharlele jumped up from the ground and shouted. The mountain hunter beside her turned pale and stammered, "But, but that's Nannide..."

But before he could finish his words, a slender hand grabbed his collar. Those purple eyes suddenly pressed against his face. The gentleness in them was gone, replaced by a fierce and fierce look, as ferocious as a she-wolf.

"I said, shoot!"

A sharp sound burst out from between her clenched teeth. Shalelei suddenly threw the mountain man away. The latter's hat fell to the ground, and he didn't even have time to pick it up. She raised the magic crossbow tremblingly, gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, shouted, and shot an arrow at the werewolf!

The crossbow arrow whizzed through the air... and then pierced the thigh of the mountain man on the ground.

Salaret: “…………”

The mountain people: “…………”

"You won't die! I'll cure you!" It wasn't until the girl's delicate cry suddenly rang out that the mountain folks woke up from their dream and raised their magic crossbows to aim at the werewolf. And Nanned, transformed into a werewolf, suddenly let out a shrill howl and pounced on Shalelei!

But at that moment, a golden light suddenly rushed over, and the little nun, who had been thrown against the wall, with her hair covered in dust and sawdust, crashed headfirst into the werewolf, knocking it sideways and smashing it against the wall. Still terrified, Sharlelei raised her magic crossbow, but this time she didn't dare to fire rashly—Isadore and the werewolf were already grappling, and she was afraid of accidentally injuring the former.

The other mountain hunters looked on in disbelief as Isadore knocked the werewolf away. They couldn't believe their eyes for a moment. But the next moment, the werewolf's claws swept through, and Isadore fell to the ground with a cry of "ouch!", and then her petite body was thrown out.

"Damn, werewolves know martial arts!" Sharlelei couldn't help but curse out loud. She also noticed that although the werewolf attacked her and other mountain people without hesitation, he seemed to show mercy to Isadore.

Could it be that after turning into a werewolf, Nannide still had some sanity left?

Then, there was another earth-shaking roar, and the werewolf strode forward. With every step of its huge body like a chariot, its claws left a deep indentation on the floor.

But now that Isadore had left the werewolf, it was easier for Salarei and the mountain folk to fire their arrows. They fired as they retreated, the power of the catapult crossbows now fully unleashed. For a moment, the whizzing sound was incessant, and soon the werewolf was riddled with seven or eight arrows, its gray fur stained with crimson blood.

It was panting rapidly, its steps becoming slower and slower, and finally it fell to the ground with a thud. Its body was shrinking visibly, and its long grey hair and sharp claws gradually retracted into its body. The blood flowing from its body gathered into a small pool.

Sharlelei took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and waved her hand violently, "Help!"

The mountain folk finally woke up from their dream, dropped their magic crossbows, and hurriedly helped the injured man up. But they hesitated for a moment and ultimately did not dare to touch Nanned, who was lying in a pool of blood.

The little nun also came over covered in dust, looking at Nannide with arrows all over his body at a loss. She didn't know what to do for a moment, and only two lines of tears flowed down her face.

"Lord Saint..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, a pair of soft and warm hands cupped her face. Those gentle purple eyes stared at her, "Isadore, I know you have a lot to say, but there are more important things right now."

Then, the hands supported her face and made her turn her head little by little to look at Nannyed lying on the ground, covered in blood and full of crossbow arrows.

"Isadore, this time, I give you the power to decide his life or death."

"—Do you want to save him?"

Isadore trembled all over, her vision gradually blurred by tears. The past flashed through her mind: the werewolf's fangs and claws; Nannide's stern but smiling face; the rough hand stroking her head - and, from Granny's mouth, the truth about her parents.

She felt her heart tremble violently. Should she save him? Should she save him? Perhaps this question didn't even need an answer—hadn't her long-held wish been to protect everyone, to save everyone, to ensure that everyone in Yuequan Town, whether mountain dwellers or Kingdom residents, had enough food, clothing, and peace?

The girl trembled as she opened her lips and let out a faint gasp. Then, she clenched her fists tightly, as if using all her strength, and uttered two words that weighed a thousand pounds.

“…We need to save them!”

Salares smiled and nodded. After all, she already knew what answer Isadore would give.

Then, she supported the little succubus and squatted down beside Nanned who was lying in a pool of blood.

Isadore's tearful eyes slowly shifted from Salares to the man. She took a deep breath, staring intently at the shocking arrows, then slowly reached out her hand, grabbed the shaft, and gave it a hard bend.

With a crisp snap, the arrow shaft snapped at the root. She gritted her teeth, picked up the hunting knife, and carefully inserted the tip of the knife into the edge of the wound. With a muffled groan from Nannide, she violently cut out the arrowhead!