Succubus cannot be a saint

Volume 1: From Crazy Daughter to Saint: Chapter 108: Battle with Warcraft (Part 1)

There was a crisp sound, and the black spear-like object pierced Isadore's body, but was stopped by the faint golden light and bounced back violently.

Taking advantage of this delay, Isadore quickly crawled to her feet, not even knowing where she had dropped the hammer in her hand, and ran as fast as she could.

"Shield of Light, Lady Saint, look, it's the Shield of Light bestowed by the Lady Goddess!"

Seeing that Isadore's magic saved her life, Ophelin seemed even more excited than Salare. She desperately grabbed the sleeve of the Saint, but Salare suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, her face turned pale, and she knelt on the ground as if exhausted.

The next moment, as the trees shook, the black spear-like object revealed its true form. Following the crackling sounds of trees snapping and collapsing, a giant, pitch-black spider over three meters tall appeared before everyone!

Like the hornless wolf before, this giant spider had no trace of horns on its body. Its body was swollen and distended with cracks on its carapace. Large clumps of swollen purple-black flesh and blood overflowed from the cracks, and dark purple mucus flowed down its body.

Completely different from the eight eyes of a normal spider, the head of this giant spider was actually covered with redundant eyeballs that were as disgusting and hideous as cauliflower. At first glance, there were probably dozens of them, densely packed together, each rolling and spinning in different directions. It was indescribably weird and disgusting, and it was nauseating.

The black spear that almost pierced Isadore just now was one of its slender and sharp spider legs.

With the giant spider's appearance, countless magical beasts emerged from the forest. A cursory count would likely number in the dozens. Deer, badgers, foxes, wolves, rabbits... It was like a parade of wild beasts, covered in horns and with hideous, terrifying appearances. The beasts poured out in an endless stream.

And in front of this army of monsters, running wildly towards the wall of Yuequan Town, were Durenna and five others.

"Lady Saint... please give the order!"

A rough male voice echoed beside her, and Sharlene turned her head sharply, her plump breasts heaving with rapid breathing. It wasn't until she saw the dark face of Adjutant Ander that she suddenly remembered where she was and her duties as a Saint.

"...All guards, listen to my command and prepare your formation!"

After calming her breath briefly, Shailelei shouted sharply, her fair face flushed with a hint of red as the blood rushed to her.

Ander left after receiving the order. Her order spread throughout the entire wall in an instant. The guards were divided into several teams and ran in an orderly manner. In a short while, they formed the usual formation to defend against the attacks of monsters. The incendiary pots, catapult crossbows, crossbow carts and other weapons were also fully prepared.

"Prepare the rope baskets and bring them up!" Sharlelei gave an order, and the guards responded loudly. Three or five militiamen lowered the baskets one by one and landed them at the bottom of the wall.

As Durenna and the other five drew closer, the monsters let out a series of shrill, terrifying roars and swooped down to catch up. Wolf claws and deer hooves kicked up clouds of dust, like a black wave bearing down on them. Durenna and the others were so tiny they looked like five grains of rice in front of the wave.

"Prepare the catapult magic crossbows!" Ander shouted angrily. The guards knelt on one knee in unison, picked up the stringless crossbows inlaid with blue magic crystals, and aimed at the attacking group of monsters.

In a matter of moments, Durenna and the others had already passed the first line of defense—the spiked stakes. Even with a person on her back, Durenna was still the fastest of the five. Sharlelei saw clearly that the mountain hunter's left leg was severed below the knee, and the blood dripped down the entire path, a shocking sight.

The broken-legged hunter was tied up with ropes, lying on Durenna's back. Even with a broken leg, his eyes were still wide open, a crossbow bolt tightly clenched in his mouth, and his hands supported the catapult magic crossbow.

There was a constant whizzing sound. Every time an arrow was shot, a charging monster would roll and fall, colliding with its kind behind it, and turning into meat paste under the hooves of other monsters.

Amidst the rush of beasts, the first wave of monsters collided with the spiked stakes. Just like countless previous attacks, those pierced by the spikes, already losing their minds, were pierced by the stakes one after another, collided with their kin. The leading edge of the beast tide immediately erupted into a paste of shredded flesh, blood, and bones, with large splatters of dirty blood splattering. The sheer brutality was particularly horrifying.

After passing the spiked piles, they faced the second line of defense: animal traps. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and beneath the leaves were countless sharp iron teeth. However, to facilitate the reconnaissance team's return, Shalelei had specially left a safe path. Monsters are too dull to recognize the way, but humans are different.

"This way!" Durenna had sharp eyes and saw a trail without fallen leaves at a glance. Then came Isadore and two mountain hunters.

At this moment, a steady stream of magical beasts had already broken through the spiked stakes and rushed into the traps, chasing the few people. The sound of metal clashing and the screams of beasts continued to fill the air. The iron traps, pulled open from under the fallen leaves, instantly clamped the magical beasts' hooves and legs, causing them to writhe on the ground with a scream of pain.

But the monsters rolling on the ground triggered even more traps. Sometimes a single monster would be caught in five or six, with broken horns and flesh splattering everywhere. Meanwhile, the monsters behind them could safely pass by stepping on the corpses of their companions. The second line of defense was breached after only a dozen or so casualties, and they were already pressing towards the wall.

“—Shoot!”

Ander no longer hesitated. With a command, the crossbowmen who had been prepared immediately activated the catapult magic crossbows. In the shining light of the blue crystal, arrows shot out from the hands of these guards who had received the gift of blasphemy, and hit the monsters in front of the wall with sky-high prices.

In the face of such a dense tide of beasts, the crossbowmen didn't even need to aim. They just had to shoot their arrows to hit the target.

For a moment, there was only the sound of whistling wind and the sound of "thumping" incessantly, and black blood splattered everywhere. Every second, a monster was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, and then was trampled into meat paste by its companions behind it.

Meanwhile, Durenna and the others had already reached the wall and the ditch. Like the animal trap, the ditch had a wooden plank across it for people to pass through.

But at this moment, one of the hunters finally gave up and slowed down. But just as he was delayed, a horned squirrel stepped on the head of a deer and leaped out, leaping on the ground like lightning and rushing towards him!

Unlike magical beasts such as deer and wolves, once this mutated squirrel climbs onto your body, it is as difficult to shake it off as a cocklebur. It crawls and bites all over your body, leaving you with a bloody mess, but you are often helpless for a while. It is often more terrifying than those large animals.

Seeing the hunter so close to the monster, not only did the crossbowmen on the wall not dare to rashly fire their arrows at him, but even the hunter on Durenna's back was momentarily unable to attack. He could only stare wide-eyed, gnashing his teeth on his crossbow bolt as he watched the thorn-ball-like squirrel pounce on his companion...

Just when the hunter was about to be pounced by the squirrel, in the split second, a white little hand reached out from the side and blocked him head-on!

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Sharlele on the wall saw clearly that it was Isadore who stopped and turned back, and at the critical moment stretched out her hand to block the squirrel with horns all over its body, like a thorn ball.

Drops of blood trickled down from the cracks between her fair hands, staining the ground red. Isadore's face paled with pain, but her green eyes held no sign of retreat. She clutched the squirrel tightly and flung it toward the herd of monsters.

"Isadore..."

The mountain hunter was already frightened out of his wits and muttered.

"Let's go, Uncle Priss!"

At this moment, the little nun's childish face was filled with determination. She grabbed the hunter by the collar, raised her eyebrows, and unleashed the full force of the Blessing of Blasphemy, throwing him away!

“Ah wow wow wow—”

The mountain man yelled and flew over the heads of Durenna and the others, just crossing the trench under the wall and landing next to the hanging basket with a thud. He didn't care about the pain all over his body and quickly got up.

At that moment, Durenna also happened to arrive. Priss cut the rope of the broken-legged hunter without saying anything, put him in the hanging basket and hung him up.

The militiamen hurriedly dragged the wounded man up, and Salleh also hurried over immediately, pressing her hands on the wound of his broken leg. With the flash of holy light, the bleeding stopped, but the calf that was broken at the root could not be restored.

After all, Sharlele's "healing technique" at this time could only heal wounds, but could not regenerate broken limbs. This meant that he would have to rely on prosthetic limbs to walk normally from now on.

"Isadore...Lady Saint, leave me alone, Isadore... Help Isadore!"

The mountain hunter shouted incoherently. Sharlele bit her lip, nodded, and rushed to the top of the wall.

At this time, Durenna and the other two mountain hunters had been hung on the wall, leaving Isadore at the end, and behind her was the group of monsters chasing her relentlessly.

Because the distance between Isadore and the group of monsters was too close, even though she had the Shield of Light to protect her, the crossbowman was afraid of accidentally injuring her and did not dare to shoot rashly.

Seeing that Isadore was about to be caught up by the galloping beasts, Salare was extremely anxious for a moment. Suddenly, she turned her head and saw the burning pot of the guard next to her. She had an idea and quickly snatched one down and lit it next to the torch.

"Isadore, Light Shield!"

Sharlelei yelled and threw the incendiary pot down with all her might. Isadore heard the Saint's voice and almost without thinking began to pray, a golden light enveloping her.

And the next moment, a burst of blazing flames exploded among the group of monsters behind her!

For a moment, the pungent smell of burning was everywhere, the heat waves were swirling, the screams of monsters were endless, sparks flew everywhere, and the flames even licked Isadore's body, but they were all blocked by the light shield beside her.

The flame of the burning pot does not have physical impact like a knife or an arrow. As long as the heat is isolated, it cannot cause any damage, and is completely restrained by the shield of light!

And it was during this delay that the distance between the group of monsters and Isadore was finally widened. The little nun ran as fast as she could, jumped over the trench, successfully got into the hanging basket, and climbed onto the wall.

"Isadore!"

Salares suddenly hugged the little succubus covered in blood and burnt stench in her arms, ignoring the pain in her chest caused by the hard leather armor on her body. She held her face and looked her up and down carefully.

Isadore pursed her lips tightly, and the childishness on her face disappeared without a trace. For a moment, she no longer looked like a child, but more like a brave warrior.

Although she had some minor injuries and one of her hands was bleeding from being stabbed by the squirrel, she was in good spirits and looked fine. Seeing this, Sharlelei breathed a sigh of relief and once again pulled the little succubus into her arms.

For a moment, the world seemed to be quiet, and Sharlene just hugged Isadore, feeling her own heartbeat in the silence.

Monsters, flames, battles... all these things seemed to have been thrown into the sky. At this moment, in this vast world, it seemed as if only the two of them were left.

It was unknown how long it had passed before the roar of the beast in her ears slowly became clearer, and Sharlene's soul seemed to be slowly pulled back to reality. She blinked her eyes and looked at Isadore, who was in her arms, with a dazed face and had not yet come to her senses. She couldn't help but chuckle and scratched her nose.

"Wow!" Isadore finally woke up from her dream and couldn't help but shout out. Her cry was innocent and cute, and in the blink of an eye she changed from a determined little warrior back to that childish little girl.

Not only did Shalelei burst out laughing, but even Ophelin, Durenna, and the guards beside her couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, it's not over yet. Be good and listen to me. Go and rest and heal your wounds first."

Sharlelei let go of Isadore and looked up at the wave of monsters charging towards the wall. By then, the ferocious horned beasts had already rushed to the bottom of the wall. The previous wave of monsters fell into the pit like the last time, and were burned to charcoal by the burning pots thrown by the guards.

But as the corpses of monsters in the trench became more and more, these ferocious beasts actually used the corpses to fill the trench, allowing the following monsters to step on them and rush over.

"Keep shooting, don't stop! Second row of crossbowmen, move forward!"

Accompanied by a fragrant breeze, Sharlene's sleeves blew as she passed over the wall. The energy of the magic crystals of the front-row crossbowmen was almost exhausted, and the flickering blue light dimmed.

They all took a few steps back and placed the magic crystals on the magic charging bases behind them, while the second group of crossbowmen stepped forward and continued to rain down arrows on the monsters under the wall.

Sharlene stood on the wall, looking at the scene in front of her.

The soldiers, blessed by the succubus and able to operate magic weapons, under the control and command of the succubus, poured wave after wave of firepower on the enemies in front of them.

Behind the war front, there will be craftsmen blessed by the succubus and possessing the ability to control magic. With sufficient magic power supply, they will carve rune bases, create magical weapons and items, and transport the magic-driven equipment to every inch of land controlled by the succubus.

"I still have a long way to go to establish a 'magic industry' in this world with the power of succubus..."

Sharlelei took a deep breath, broke free from the future vision in her mind, and stared at the battlefield in front of her again.

Gradually, following the waves of wolves, deer, badgers, and other monsters, swarms of giant spiders emerged. Seeing these new recruits, Sharlelei's face darkened and she raised her right hand high.

"Set up the shield!"

But this time, the shields the guards held up were no ordinary round shields. The crossbowmen stopped firing, bent down in unison, and lifted up the wooden shields that had been lying flat on the ground.

These so-called wooden shields were actually just simply cut wooden planks with firing holes dug out to provide cover for crossbowmen. Ever since the battle with the Hornless Wolf, Sharlelei had specially prepared these crude wooden shields to defend against the giant spiders' "spider silk sprays," and this time they came in handy.

Just as the guards raised their wooden shields, the giant spider behind the group of monsters also raised its tail high, and white spider silk shot out like arrows!

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There was a constant "tsk tsk" sound as the spider silk shot out like sharp arrows, hitting the shields and completely denting them. But it was only with this blocking action that the crossbowmen behind the shields were saved from being knocked off the wall by the spider silk.

After a round of spider silk was finished, the crossbowmen leaned out from behind their shields and launched a new round of shooting. The crossbow bolts rained down, and the spiders in the front were instantly shot into sieves.

Even so, Sharlelei remained tense. She stared intently at the three-meter-tall giant spider standing at the edge of the forest, knowing full well that this spider was the only real threat on the battlefield.

"Sister Ophelin, please leave the wall and take shelter."

At this time, Durenna also came to Ophelin and whispered.

As an extraordinary warrior, she has long-lasting physical strength and extremely fast recovery speed, which is completely different from the other mountain hunters.

In just ten minutes, she regulated her breathing and regained some strength, but she was still far from her peak.

"Okay, okay..." Ophelin said repeatedly. She had been hiding behind the wooden shield and was shaking like a sieve. Hearing Durenna's reminder, she hurriedly moved her numb hands and feet and climbed down the wall along the ladder.

Before leaving the wall, she looked up.

In the dim sunlight of early morning, a slender figure stood on the top of the wall, facing the ferocious monster coming down the wall. In the distance, the hideous giant spider was shrouded in the shadow of the forest, facing her from afar, like the two poles of light and darkness.

The Saint. The Saint of Yuequan Town…her, the Saint.

Looking at the figure bathed in light, Ophelin's eyes couldn't help but turn red. She pursed her lips tightly and slid down the ladder, letting the girl's figure disappear behind the bricks.

Shailelei was still oblivious to Ophelin's subtle thoughts. She stood on the wall, gazing at the giant spider with dozens of eyes from afar. The monster's dozens of eyeballs spun around, their disgusting, sticky gaze fixed on the human girl.

"Lady Saint." Durenna came to Sharlele's side. She glanced at her and saw that although the female knight was covered in blood and had more than a dozen wounds of varying sizes, she was still in high spirits. She couldn't help but feel relieved and smiled slightly. "Welcome home, my knight."

Durenna was stunned when she heard this. A warm current surged in her heart and her eyes gradually turned red.

Welcome home, welcome back to "home". Ah, it turns out that the Saint Lady is not only thinking about Isadore, but also about herself... No, more than that, how long has it been since she heard the words "Welcome home"?

For a moment, all the words in her heart were blocked in her chest by these words. Besides the bitterness, there was also a strange sweetness, and even her voice was slightly choked.

"-Yes, I'm back, Saint Lady!"

As the two were talking, the monsters' offensive gradually eased. The bloody smell under the wall filled the air, and even the charred bones in the trenches overflowed, forming a small hill half the height of the wall under the wall.

The crossbowmen were almost out of bolts. Derek hadn't had many in his stash to begin with, but it was only after Shalelei had the craftsmen work overtime to produce a large batch that they could use to blast the monsters with such speed.

At this time, between the wall and the forest, on the several hundred meters of land where corpses were scattered everywhere and the stench of blood covered the sky, only the last few dozen giant spiders and the three-meter-tall giant demon spider were left.

At this distance, a crossbow wouldn't reach them. Shalelei could see that, and Durenna had naturally seen it early on. She bowed and withdrew from Shalelei, then began directing the militia to prepare their crossbows.

At the female knight's crisp and clear command, the militiamen who had received the blessing of strength turned the capstan. With a creaking sound, the capstan was pushed at an extremely fast speed, and a spear that looked more like a sharpened wooden stake than a crossbow was placed on the crossbow.

Not far away, the giant demon spider, which had been observing the battle without moving, also reacted. It seemed to sense the humans taking action, and its massive body suddenly sprang into action. Its eight slender legs swiftly moved across the ground, and it rushed forward, stepping on the shattered corpse of the demon beast!

"put!"

Durenna roared angrily, and the militiamen shouted in unison. The bowstring of the crossbow was loosened, and the wooden stake flew out with huge kinetic energy!

At the same time, the giant demon spider raised its round tail, and a purple light shot towards the city wall like an arrow!

The wooden stake and the purple light crossed each other in the air. With a dull thud, the crossbow's arrow penetrated deeply into the giant spider's shell. Thick green juice splashed everywhere, and the sound of squeaking and screaming continued - Sharlelei had never imagined that the spider's cry would sound like this.

In a flash, the purple light reached the wall. However, it was not spider silk, but a dark purple slime that splashed directly onto one of the crossbows!

In a flash, a silver light appeared, and Durenna, who was standing next to the bed crossbow, drew her sword quickly and split the purple poison with one sword.

But this was liquid after all, not a solid arrow. After being split apart, the purple mucus still splashed all over the sky, splashing onto Durenna and the militiamen!

There was a constant sizzling sound, and the militiamen immediately howled in pain. The purple mucus began to emit green smoke when it touched their skin, and in an instant, small blood holes were burned out.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked - just being splashed by the aftermath would cause such injuries. If they were hit directly by the venom column, half of their body would probably turn into pus.