An invincible journey starting from a different race

Kent didn't know how to describe it, so he could only describe it.

"If the body of the abstinent Fenrir serves and changes for combat, then the body of the indulgent Fenrir transforms solely for reproduction. It's as if their bodies were created with a single purpose: reproduction, and to reproduce more efficiently. From this point of view alone, they are definitely superior to pure-blooded incubi."

Listening to Kent's description, Stank frowned slightly. "If that's the case, then wouldn't they be more suitable to be incubi than purebred incubi? Then why don't most people know of their existence?"

"That's the problem. You should remember what I said just now. Fenrir only allows his own abstinent people to see the world. As for the hedonistic people, they will be strictly prohibited from contacting the outside world."

"What is this?" Stank asked puzzled.

"There are many reasons," Kent said with a rather disdainful tone, curling his lips. "For example, they don't want the Fenrir bloodline to leak out, and for another, they have to properly protect the Holy City. But ultimately, there's only one reason. That's Fenrir himself, the abstinent ones, who look down on the sensual ones. They believe that letting these people, whose minds are only focused on reproduction, go out would only bring shame to them as a legendary race. That's why I call those sensual Fenrir studs. It's not a nice name, but so what? Their own people look down on them, so from this point of view, they are indeed inferior to purebred nightmares. Purebred nightmares engage in sexual activity both for physical needs and for pleasure, while these guys are just doing it for reproduction."

This topic suddenly became heavy.

But Jer still raised doubts: "However, since the end of the war, the church has established a new order, and has long since strictly prohibited one alien race from oppressing another. How could Fenrir, as the guardian of the holy city, still allow such a situation to happen?"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" Kent asked, "Does oppressing these lustful Fenrir mean insulting other alien races?"

Jer suddenly paused.

Okay, that seems to be the case.

"But won't those hedonistic Fenrir rebel?" Stank questioned again. "If we can't rely on the church, we can always rely on ourselves, right?"

"Well said! I'm about to applaud you." Kent clapped his hands, then asked again, "Then how can you resist a being whose intelligence and physical prowess are far superior to yours? Don't forget, the moment the sensual Fenrir chose to indulge in lust and reproduce, he was no longer of the same species as the abstinent Fenrir."

Stank was speechless.

After this conversation, the atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

Although they are good at eating, drinking, gambling and darts on a daily basis, it does not prevent them from being good people, so they naturally will not be too happy to hear such things.

Seeing this scene, Kent was somewhat disdainful. "Do you think that all the different races in this world are truly harmonious? How is that possible? You guys are incapable of doing anything, so why should you be so compassionate?"

This made Gan Qiu very unhappy: "You said it as if you had done something."

"Why didn't I do it?" Kent said with a little pride, "I already gave a factual response to the leader of the Fenrir tribe."

"What response?"

"I just fucked him."

She changed my life!

A few days later, the group finally arrived at Raphael, the holy capital of the church.

This was the most magnificent city on the continent, several times larger than the largest city Aesop had ever lived in, the Deya Capital. It also had a completely different atmosphere from both Deya Capital and Dream Town. The streets were filled with religious believers dressed in pious attire, completely different from the ordinary passersby in Deya Capital and the ordinary escorts passing through Dream Town.

Coming here and feeling the bath of holy light, everyone has the feeling that their filthy souls have been purified by the holy light.

"This is my first time here," Stank muttered. "In all my years, this is still my first time."

"You call that living all these years?" Jair said, glancing at Stank. "I'm two hundred years old, and I've never been here before. This is my first time."

Stank looked at Jer in surprise and asked in confusion, "Why is that?"

"Well, Raphael is really too close to the goddess," Jer said. "So there aren't many places where we can have fun. And you know me. I travel around the world just to have fun. What am I going to do in a place like this where there's no fun?"

Everyone immediately understood what Jel meant - there was no nightmare shop here.

"But aren't you a believer of the Goddess? You have lived for two hundred years and have never come to Raphael for pilgrimage. How can you still say that you are pious?" Gan Qiu directly criticized Jer morally.

"What's wrong?" Jer didn't seem to care. "My devotion to the goddess is in my heart, not in my outward appearance. As long as I consider myself a believer of the goddess, then I am."

"Isn't that just 'I think I am'? Actually, that's not the case at all!" Gan Qiu folded his short arms and said with some disdain, "I'm different from you. I've been to Raphael since I was very young."

Jier looked at Gan Qiu in surprise and asked, "Is this true? What are you doing here?"

Gan Qiu stammered, "See, see a doctor."

"see a doctor?"

Everyone was even more surprised.

"You are so young, why do you need to see a doctor?" asked Bruce.

Gan Qiu looked at Bruce in horror: "How do you know the cause of my illness?"

Disease, cause?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after thinking carefully, their expressions became strange. Gan Qiu also realized belatedly that he seemed to have misunderstood something, and immediately became anxious: "You bastards, stop imagining it! It's normal to be small at that time!"

"You are normal, why do you want to see a doctor?"

"Because, because..." Gan Qiu didn't want to say it, but he felt that if he didn't say it, these bastards would definitely not let him go, so he said it out in self-destruction, "Fuck it, because mine is not small, but... it's retracted, okay? It's just abnormally retracted. My family thought I was a girl at first, but after I grew a little bigger, it came out a little, so... Damn it, can you please stop laughing! This is a serious disease, can you please stop building your happiness on my pain!"

"Alright, alright, we'll stop laughing." Stank waved his hand and said, "So you came to Raphael to get treatment for this? But can Raphael still heal diseases? How did he treat you? Did he just radiate holy light and it grew back?"

"That's not it." Gan Qiu waved his hand, and then suddenly fell into memories, his small eyes full of longing. "I still remember it very clearly. It was an afternoon. My parents were extremely anxious, afraid that I would become a girl in the future... or to be more precise, a child that was neither male nor female. But at that moment, a nun walked in. She was like a ray of light, shining into my still dark life. I still remember her appearance to this day. She was 90, 60 and..."

"Hey, hey, hey, what the hell are you remembering?! How come the beautiful filter of childhood becomes pornographic when it comes to you, asshole!"

As everyone listened, they realized something was amiss. Initially, they'd thought Gan Qiu couldn't possibly have such serious childhood memories, but now it seemed impossible. Some people aren't born with their colors; they're born with them!

Aesop asked curiously, "How did she help you with your treatment?"

Gan Qiu immediately revealed a colorful smile: "Hehehe, you've hit the nail on the head. Although I was very young at that time and can't remember many things clearly, the only thing I remember is the treatment method."

"You even remember her measurements clearly, what else can't you remember?" Bruce teased.

"Shut up! Can you please listen to me?" Gan Qiu glared at Bruce fiercely, then said, "At that time, she didn't use magic or holy light because she said I was too young and that using magic and holy light would easily damage my body."

That's true. A child's body can't withstand magic and divine power. It seems this nun is quite professional...

"So she just sucked it out for me."

Everyone was stunned.

Help suck it out, help suck it out...

"Fuck, that's also treatment?!" Stank couldn't help but swear.

"How can it not be a treatment?" Gan Qiu snorted. "As long as it can be cured, the method of manipulation is not a problem at all, okay? Anyway, that nun cured me and even set goals for my future life, dispelling the confusion in my heart. From that moment on, I decided to become a..."

"A devout believer?"

"The never-ending escort."

"...You're so damn stubborn."

But when they thought about how Ganqiu had experienced such a young age, they weren't surprised by her current development; it was completely understandable. But they were still puzzled. This was the Holy City of Raphael, the city closest to the goddess, yet the nuns here were so... unrestrained?

Is it really as Gan Qiu said, that as long as the patient can be cured, any means do not matter?

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Gan Qiu said. "In that case, I'll take you there to have a look."

"Look?" Aesop asked. "Do you remember where the nun is?"

"Of course, she's the person who changed my life." Gan Qiu crossed his arms and said, "How could I possibly forget her?"

424 I XX

In order to make everyone believe that his white moonlight really exists, Gan Qiu insisted on taking everyone to the small church to witness it with their own eyes.

Although no one was very interested, Gan Qiu was so enthusiastic that they had no choice but to follow him.

"I say, how many years have passed since you were a child?" Stank couldn't help but say, "No matter how beautiful the white moonlight is, it should have set by now."

"If you don't know, then stop talking," Gan Qiu said. "She's an elf. The ten years I've been growing up are just a blink of an eye for her. Just look at Jer. He was already an escort when you were still in diapers. He was still an escort when you were a rookie with a sword. He will still be an escort when you are old and buried. This is what is called eternity."

"Other elves are just white moonlight, but I'm just an eternal escort, right?" Jer said angrily. "Can you please stop praising one over the other? If you insist on saying that, then I'm going to pour cold water on you. That elf may indeed have retained her old appearance, and it's true that she hasn't changed at all, but do you think she still remembers you? As a nun, she's met more than tens of thousands of believers over the past decade or so. You're just an ordinary one."

"Shut up!" Gan Qiu was a little annoyed, "I'm not ordinary at all!"

"That's true. After all, your symptoms are quite rare." Jer nodded thoughtfully and said, "It's already shrunk. Maybe she still remembers it."

Ganqiu immediately glared at Jer.

Aesop turned to look at Jer and asked, "You've been wandering among nightmares for so many years. Can you remember every one of them?"

"Of course... I can't remember." Jel spread his hands and said, "I'm just like the elf nun Gan Qiu mentioned. I've met so many people, either actively or passively. Not to mention the nightmares, I've even forgotten many of my companions on adventures. This is why immortals rarely make friends with short-lived ones. After all, a dozen years is just a short moment for us, but for you it's a lifetime... Of course, I will definitely remember you. Looking back on my two hundred years of life, you guys are the most special people I've ever met."

Having said that, a hint of sadness suddenly flashed through Jer's heart.

This surprised him.

Because as immortals, they have seen too many things, encountered too many separations and deaths, and have long been unable to get emotionally moved by most people and things in this world.

Especially when it comes to bidding farewell to friends, he's done it more than once, not twice, but three times. He's long since achieved a calm demeanor, the only slightest stirring of emotion being when he witnesses a friend's burial. But now, all his friends are still alive and well, yet even the thought of them parting makes him feel a twinge of melancholy.

This loneliness surprised him, and then he smiled helplessly: "You guys are so interesting, but it's not a good thing."

No one else paid any attention to Jer's sudden emotion.

It's like when a wealthy man suddenly says to the poor people, "Ah, it's a good thing that you are poor." Do you still want the poor people to empathize with the rich man?

The fact that they didn’t even say “Shit, you immortal species” shows that their quality is already very high.

After a series of twists and turns, everyone finally arrived in front of a small church under the leadership of Gan Qiu.

Looking at the small church in front of them, everyone felt a little surprised.

Firstly, Gan Qiu could still remember the address of the church accurately after so many years, and secondly, they actually came to a church.

The former showed that Gan Qiu truly remembered his White Light Moon vividly, and it wasn't just talk. As for the latter... Honestly, when everyone was listening to Gan Qiu's description, they'd thought their parents had taken him to some kind of nightmare parlor, not a church. After all, that nun's treatment methods didn't seem very respectable no matter how they looked at it.

But they did come to a proper church again.

If that's the case... then the nun must not be very serious. Just like Freya in Nightmare Town, she is a nun with her head facing up during the day and a nun with her butt facing up at night.

But this is the holy city of Raphael after all, and the goddess's feet shouldn't be a nun like Freya.

But when they pushed open the door and entered the church, they realized that they had worried too much.

The sacred atmosphere that came over them instantly made them realize that this place was definitely not comparable to the erotic venue where Freya was. The tall statue of the goddess stood in the center of the church, and the sunlight coming in from the skylight just covered the entire statue, giving people an incomparable holy atmosphere.

And right below the statue of the goddess is a priest.

He was kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess and praying, muttering a prayer softly. Because they were too far away, they couldn't hear what the prayer was saying.

Just from the priest's expression, one can feel his piety.

He was so absorbed in his prayers that he didn't even notice anyone entering the house.

Seeing this scene, Gan Qiu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at everyone, as if to say, "See, I told you this is a serious venue," and "My white moonlight is sacred."

The crowd ignored him and just followed him towards the priest.

The closer they were to the priest, the clearer they could hear his prayers.

Then, Aesop felt that... this prayer sounded familiar.

"Great King of Darts, I pray to you here."

"...I will call out your name and pray for you to grant me the power to burst forth!"

"...Give me the power, Patrick!"

The priest shouted the last three words.

At that moment, the priest felt a powerful force of faith falling upon him.

As a priest, he naturally knew what it was and his eyes widened immediately.

Actually, it really works?!

And it was so fast! Even if he prayed to the goddess, it would be impossible to get such a quick response. It was as if the great Patrick was standing behind him.

Then, an extremely complex spell appeared on his body. Under the blessing of the spell, he felt that the old tree that had long been dead was bursting with vitality again.

He lowered his head and saw that the old tree was growing again, even breaking through the loose priest's robe and sticking out its vibrant branches.

At that moment, the priest's eyes were filled with tears.

He suddenly stood up and shouted to the sky: "I'm BOKI, I'm BOKI!"

Then he turned back suddenly.

He threw the sapling in the face of a passing halfling.

There are no nuns here, only priests.

"Fuck you, you're such a jerk!" Gan Qiu grabbed the priest's neck tightly, the veins on his arms popping out one after another. "You damn old charlatan, give me back my beautiful childhood memories, you bastard!"