Succubus cannot be a saint

A strong wind blew in her face, and just by hearing the sound of the sword, Durenna was horrified. She didn't dare to take it head-on, and quickly rolled on the ground. There was a crisp sound of metal clashing, and Sean Volo's sword actually cut into the stone bricks on the wall. It can be seen that the power of this sword is very great.

The situation suddenly changed, the power of strength was reversed, Sean Volo growled and stepped on the stone bricks and pulled out the sword with all his strength, while Durenna would naturally not miss this opportunity, and the long sword turned into a silver light and slashed at him.

But amid the roar, Sean's arm muscles suddenly swelled, and he pulled out the sword with force and chopped it down with his backhand!

With a resounding bang, the weapons collided, and Durenna retreated three steps with a distorted expression. The knuckles of both hands were cracked and blood flowed. Sean's sword seemed to possess immense force. She had clearly used all her might in this strike, but she was still forced back by his single blow.

"What on earth did he drink!?"

Then Sean rushed forward with a roar, and his long sword made a heavy whistling sound. Although he was holding a straight sword, he showed the power of a giant axe. For a moment, Durenna could only dodge. He was hit by his sword wind several times in a row, and wounds appeared on his body immediately, and blood flowed out.

Soon, the female knight was forced back to the front of the wall. Her sides, shoulders, and arms were covered with wounds of varying sizes. Blood stained her clothes and armor, and even the blade of her sword was full of pits and gaps.

“Ha…hahaha…die…die…”

Sean Warlow panted, grinning, and walked towards them. His head tilted unnaturally to one side, and his upper body muscles bulged, pushing his armor high. He had transformed into a hideous monster over two meters tall.

The purple-black blood vessels on his unusually thick neck were shocking, and the sharp protrusion on his forehead became increasingly swollen, making him look particularly terrifying.

“Go to hell…go to hell…die!”

The whispers turned into roars as Sean Volo, like a madman, lunged at her head, swinging his sword with one hand. The strong wind blew in her face, and Durenna didn't dare to take it head-on. She rolled on the ground, out of its range.

With a loud bang, Sean Vorro slashed into the stone bricks with his sword again, but this time, without waiting for Durenna to launch another attack, he swung a punch in Durenna's direction!

"Idiot, how can you possibly hit...what!"

Durenna cursed inwardly, but the next moment, her eyes suddenly widened - after the mutation, Sean Vorro's upper body swelled a whole circle, and his arm span grew a lot longer. The fist that was twice as big as before hit in front of him in an instant!

Durenna had no time to dodge, so she could only raise her left arm to block. With a dull thud and a burst of pain, she was sent flying a full two meters. Her left arm seemed to have lost all feeling, hanging limply in front of her.

Sean Volo slowly turned around, his eyes were cloudy, his head was twitching and shaking unnaturally, and a series of cracking sounds of bones could be heard from time to time. Holding the long sword full of gaps, he walked towards Durenna step by step.

Durenna let her left arm hang in front of her, barely holding the sword with her right arm. She stared closely at Sean's movements and slowly retreated step by step.

Originally, as a superhuman who had gained recognition from the Temple of the God of War through his own efforts, Durenna looked down on Sean Vorro, an extraordinary warrior brought on by drugs. When she first fought him, she felt only contempt for him, thinking that he was an opponent who could be defeated in just a few moves.

But at this moment, Durenna was filled with only astonishment.

After taking the strange black potion, Sean Warlow not only experienced a surge in strength, but his body mutated to the point where he no longer looked like a human being... Could this also be the work of the cultists?

"No, let's not talk about this for now..."

Durenna bit her lip, racking her brains for a countermeasure. Her left hand had been struck by the opponent, and whether it was broken or not, it was already limp and powerless. Using only her right hand to wield the sword was no match for the opponent's immense strength.

What should I do...what should I do?

"Hehe...die...die..."

Sean Warlow tilted his head to the side, muttering vague words in his mouth, his voice gradually becoming higher and higher. Just as a fierce light flashed in his eyes and he suddenly rushed forward, with a whoosh, a crossbow arrow shot past his body!

"Damn it! It went astray!"

At the same time, Shalelei at the foot of the city wall held a catapult magic crossbow and aimed at the huge body exposed on the city wall.

Although she didn't know what exactly happened, a strange big man suddenly appeared on the wall. His face vaguely looked like Sean Warlow, so she shot an arrow without thinking.

Unfortunately, my archery skills are not very good...

Although it missed, the arrow still caught Sean's attention. His head, which seemed much smaller than his upper body, suddenly turned, and his bulging, bloodshot eyes stared intently at Sallelei below the city wall.

"Look again?"

Sure that this guy wouldn't jump down and hit her, Sharlele shot another arrow without hesitation. This time the arrow whizzed away, and although it didn't miss, it still returned without success, being deflected by his protective magic.

After being shot by two arrows in a row, Sean suddenly opened his mouth and roared like a mad beast. His eyes were fixed on Sharlele, and he actually forgot about Durenna for a moment, looking like a person with low IQ.

And how could Durenna miss this opportunity?

"Thank you, Saint Lady!"

The female knight shouted in her heart, kicked the ground with both feet, and shot out like an arrow, and in an instant she was in Sean Warlow's arms.

Then she swung her sword, and the faint white light on her body was concentrated on the sword. The sharp silver sword light instantly broke through his body protection magic and flashed on the thick neck!

The next moment, purple-black blood shot up into the sky.

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Volume 2: The Holy Silver Lily of the Western Territory: Chapter 129: Why is His Head Pointy? (Update)

“Ah…Hooa ...

Sean let out a wild beast-like roar, leaving a deep wound on his thick neck. Purple-black blood spurted into the sky and splashed onto the ground.

After the successful strike, Durenna retreated like lightning. Sean rushed towards her frantically, swinging his sword wildly.

But the female knight who had already inflicted a fatal wound on him did not fight him at all. Instead, she kept dodging and patiently wandered outside his attack range, waiting for his blood and physical strength to slowly drain away.

Blood trickled down, staining Sean Warlo's chain mail red. His steps gradually staggered, and not only did the momentum of his weapon swings gradually weaken, but his breathing also became heavy.

Eventually, the animalistic fury in his eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a growing fear. When he regained his composure, he saw the frosty face of the pretty female knight before him, and his eyes widened in horror.

"You...I, how...I..."

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground. He looked at his extremely strong arms and his swollen upper body in disbelief, hissing like a beast, took two steps forward in a daze, and then fell to the ground with a thud, purple-black blood slowly seeping out from under him.

Durenna panted and slowly walked forward. She poked his face with her sword. After confirming that he was really motionless, she turned her head slightly and shouted coldly, "Open the city gate."

There was complete silence all around.

It was not until the female knight repeated it again that the frightened soldiers guarding the city finally reacted and quickly crawled down the wall.

At this time, they no longer cared about defending the city gate. As early as when Sharlele showed her miracle of holy light and Sean Volo turned into a hideous and terrifying devil, their hearts had already completely turned to the young priestess bathed in holy light.

Although Master Sean said that the young priest was a devil, in the eyes of the guards, he himself was more like a devil.

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As the tightly closed gates of Greystone Town slowly opened, the Moonspring Town army, led by Sharlelei, slowly walked in.

"Lady Saint!" After Sharlelei climbed onto the wall, Durenna immediately went up to her and knelt on one knee.

"Alas—what are you doing now?"

Without saying a word, Sharlelei rushed over, holding up her skirt, and pulled her to sit against the wall. She pressed her small hands on the wound on her side, and a golden holy light flickered.

Durenna lowered her head and stared at the girl who was treating her.

She knelt beside herself, a strand of light hair stuck to her cheek by sweat, and a pair of white hands gently touched her wound. As the warm golden light shone, she bit her crystal lips from time to time and asked herself, "Does it hurt?" When she got a negative answer, she rolled her eyes at her with some anger and said, "Don't force it, just tell me if it hurts."

She no longer looked like the saint leading the people. Instead, her worried and angry expression made her look more like...

Like... the girl next door bandaging the wound of her naughty childhood sweetheart?

When this thought came to mind, even Durenna herself couldn't help laughing.

Soon, the wounds healed rapidly under the power of the healing spell, and even her numb left arm quickly regained sensation. With a soft sigh, Shailelei straightened up and wiped the sweat from her smooth forehead with the back of her hand.

Durenna also took a deep breath, trying to suppress her restless mood, and whispered, "Lady Saint..."

"Hey, he's not dead yet?"

But Sharlelei leaned out from beside her and her eyes fell on Sean Warlow. His originally huge body had slowly returned to its original shape, his neck was a bloody mess, and only his fingers trembled slightly, as if he was still breathing.

But even so, his forehead did not fully recover, and there was still a small bulge.

Sharlelei walked away from Durenna, holding the hem of her skirt. Her booted feet kicked the unconscious Sean. Durenna felt empty and lost, but she heard the girl ask crisply:

"Why is his head so pointy?"

"……what?"

Durenna opened her mouth with embarrassment and briefly described the battle process just now. Only then did Shalelei nodded in sudden realization.

"I told you, it's drugs!"

Then, the female knight saw her own Saint Lady put her little hand on Sean Vorro's bloody neck, and a soft golden holy light lit up.

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Although the wound on Sean Warlow's neck was fatal to a super warrior, the black potion he had taken seemed to have enhanced his vitality. Even after losing so much blood, he still had a breath left and held on until Sharlelei treated him.

Under the golden light, the hideous wound on his neck began to heal slowly, and the purple-black granulations slowly squirmed, looking extremely hideous and terrifying. Even Sharlene's expression twisted slightly with disgust, and her little hands avoided those ugly granulations in disgust.

After the treatment, Shaile looked at the ugly scar on his neck, which was covered with blood and flesh, pulled the corner of her mouth, and stood up.

Although the healing spell could heal his wounds, it couldn't replace the blood that had already been shed. Sean Warlow lay dying on the ground. Even though the effect of the black potion had worn off, traces of purple-black blood vessels still remained on his face.

"Two of you come and carry him away. I still have a lot to ask him."

Sallelei turned around and waved. The city guards who witnessed this scene not far away were stunned for a moment, then walked over carefully, waded through the pool of black blood trembling all over, picked up the unconscious Sean and left.

"Lady Saint..." Durenna pursed her lips and was about to step forward when a small figure, holding up the hem of her skirt, rushed past her with lightning-fast legs and threw himself into Sharlelei's arms, almost knocking her into a pool of black blood.

"——Lady Saint!"

After crashing into Sharlele's arms, Isadore raised her head excitedly and looked at her own Saint Lady's face which was mostly blocked by two mountains.

Then she buried her head in again, pressed tightly against Salare, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, buried her face between her breasts, and breathed deeply.

Although they had been riding for a day and a night, the dust and the smell of horses still could not cover up the girl's sweet body fragrance. Isadore breathed in her favorite scent to her heart's content. As Sharlene's body fragrance flowed into her lungs, a feeling of happiness spread in her heart. For a moment, she just wanted to act coquettishly in the arms of the Saint, and she enjoyed it so much that even her little tail stood up from under her skirt.

"Lord Saint..."

Not far away, Durenna looked at the two people hugging each other, slowly lowered her raised arms, and subconsciously clenched her slender hands into fists, and her clear blue eyes dimmed slightly.

Somehow, at that moment, she actually wished she could be more seriously injured. That way, the Saint would stay by her side longer.

Thinking of this, Durenna moved subconsciously. She walked towards Isadore and raised her arms high.

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Tangtang extra chapter! (Aknuckles)

Volume 2: Silver Lily of the West: Chapter 130: Invasion of Greystone Town

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, Isadore felt someone slap her on the butt. She cried out in pain and turned to glare at Durenna who was looking up at the sky.

"what you do!"

"It's okay, I just wanted to hit you." Durenna pretended to be nonchalant, then took a step closer and whispered through gritted teeth, "Your tail is almost showing!"

Isadore's face changed. She glanced at the soldiers guarding the city around her, subconsciously tucked her tail between her legs, and touched the little horn on her head. Seeing that she was not exposed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, thank you, Sister Durenna... I hope you can tell me directly next time!"

Isadore puffed up her cheeks, while Durenna coughed lightly and turned her head to pretend to look at the scenery.

Although she didn't want to admit it, when she saw Isadore's unconcealed affection and rushing up to hug the Saint, Durenna suddenly felt a bit sour and...envious.

She also wanted to throw herself on the Saint's back or arms, breathe in her fragrance, and act like a spoiled child...

But she couldn't do that. She was the Saint's knight, and she couldn't act like a child. She had to be conscientious and meticulous in her duties. Behavior that damaged the image of a knight was not allowed...

Therefore, she had to admit that the spanking on the little succubus's butt did have a bit of a venting effect.

"Reverend... Reverend Master, no, that's not right, Miss Reverend..."

At this moment, a stuttering voice rang out, pulling Isadore out of the gentle embrace of the Saint's breasts. Reluctantly, she looked up, only to see a city guard bravely stepping over, his dark, rough face straining for a flattering smile.

"Call me Saint!" Ishado frowned.

"Saint...Lady Saint!" The soldier quickly changed his words. Although he didn't know why this pastor lady would bring such a little girl with her, he still called out obediently.

After witnessing the miracle of Shalelei's holy light, the transformation of Sean Vorro, and the decisive battle between the two extraordinary warriors, this ordinary soldier even wanted to kneel down to Shalelei on the spot.

"Lady Saint, you really...really...come...come..."

He stammered for a long time and did not dare to utter the words "overthrow the Volo family".

And the next moment, the pastor lady known as "Lady Saint" smiled sweetly. That smile was so gentle and bright that for a moment he felt as if the whole world had brightened up.

Then, accompanied by the ever-dispersing invisible spiritual ripples, the soft and sweet voice rang out again.

"Yes, I will end all this and let you live a prosperous new life..."