Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

"Okay, Miss Yella."

Mostima interrupted Yela's thoughts, reached out and gently helped her up.

"The ceremony is over. God has forgiven you for all your uncleanness, evil thoughts and sins."

She smiled sweetly again, "Ms. Yela, you can go ask God for help now~"

Instead of a look of gratitude on Ye La's face, there was a hint of resentment and resentment.

Just a little bit... just a little bit, she could touch the paradise full of beautiful happiness.

But the Archbishop of Lateran in front of her stopped at the most critical moment and did not help her the last time.

Terrible Sakota.

Ye La felt aggrieved and uncomfortable.

But soon, her heart began to beat faster.

Mostima helped her walk to the small table where the artifacts were displayed, found a chair and asked her to sit on it.

No... don't do this... stop it.

Ye La was so nervous that her mind was almost blank.

The saint of Yelagund, her saint is hiding in front of her.

Compared to Yela.

I was even more nervous at this moment because I had secretly come to the Lateran Cathedral to play in the first snow without Yelagund's knowledge, as if I had betrayed my faith.

The space under the small table is extremely narrow.

Chu Xue had to be forced to stay between the ground and the small table. If she didn't want her head to touch the table, she had to stick it out in another direction.

Sensing that Yela, the god of Shelag, was approaching, the Saint Lady who had abandoned the faith of Yelagund became even more nervous.

Her heart was beating so fast that she could hear it clearly. It was pounding, and every beat seemed to hit her eardrum.

It was as if all sounds had disappeared.

It was as if the only sound around me was my own heartbeat.

At one point, Chu Xue felt like she was suffocating.

I had to open my mouth to help breathe out instinctively.

In a daze, he didn't even notice that saliva was dripping from the corner of his lips.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

The narrow space only allowed her to vaguely see a little light from outside.

The worry and association of being discovered at any time made her forget who she was and what she was doing at the moment.

The urge to breathe deeply and deeply gradually took over my mind as my heartbeat quickened.

The first snow suppressed them again.

She didn't want to be discovered by Ye La.

She especially didn't want Yelagund, who had once hidden by her side and taken care of her like a sister, to find out that she had completely abandoned Kjerag's beliefs.

But, but...Hatsuyuki's attention was gradually attracted by something.

Or rather, from the moment their eyes met, she could no longer look away.

'No, absolutely not. '

"Enya, you are the Saint of Kjerag, you can't do that."

"Enya, wake up, you can't do anything that would blaspheme the god Kjerag in front of Yelagund."

Hatsuyuki kept reminding herself in her mind.

But in the end, things did not go as planned.

The saint who had fallen into the dust and was stained with dirt actually felt more excitement.

The excitement of doing evil things secretly, almost in front of one's own god, so close at hand.

The first snow is like a bad kid wandering out to surf the internet for the first time.

At this moment, every cell in my body is trembling with joy and excitement.

She still did the most blasphemous thing to the god Yelagund of Kjerag.

"Yela."

Luo Ji gently reached out and placed his hand on Yela's head. "You will be free from the suffering and pain of this land. All impurities and evil thoughts will be far away from you."

His expression was even more sincere than that of many Lateran priests.

It really has some of the meaning of a serious god.

A god stick~

In fact, they are also engaged in mobile fraud.

As a leader in mobile fraud, Luo Ji is able to play the role of an excellent charlatan.

Yela closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, holding the Lateran Cross hanging around her neck.

She needed divine purification to cleanse away the impurities and evil spirits.

And the strange pleasure of betraying Kjerag's faith for her own saint, and doing bad things almost in front of her face, quietly.

Those strange thoughts and ideas are too unbearable.

She needed to be purified.

"Yela, purify yourself of those unbearable thoughts."

Ok?

Yela was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the holy objects displayed on the small table covered with white cloth.

She knew what this meant.

Yela noticed that the evil Sakota's aura was lighting up again.

Emotions, thoughts and all feelings are united together.

The unclean god with the identity of Yelagund wanted to completely believe in the Lateran Church but did not dare to completely change himself to serve the Saint of the Lateran Church.

Want to resist but can't resist.

It was like hell.

051 Kjerag's Future

Yela's breathing became heavier.

The small white hands placed in front of him were twisted together tightly.

The pain and suffering that she tried so hard to suppress almost drove her crazy.

It is like being in the confessional, almost frantically confessing and recognizing one's sins, desperately wanting to be purified, but being locked in the confessional, constantly facing one's own depravity and uncleanness.

That feeling...it's driving me crazy.

Yela felt like she couldn't think anymore.

Unclean and evil thoughts were completely eroding her sanity.

She subconsciously picked up the holy vessel displayed on the table.

She needed to be purified.

Even just a little bit.

There is no way to be purified personally by the God of All Love.

She also needs to purify herself of those evil and unclean thoughts.

Otherwise, those evil spirits and uncleanness will completely destroy their brains.

'I'm sorry, Enya. I carry more evil and impurity than you do.'

Yela felt full of guilt towards the saint Chuxue.

But that slight sense of guilt soon turned into strange interest in the strange atmosphere.

Just across a table.

Almost in front of his own saint, the god of Kjerag voluntarily gave up the belief in Kjerag.

He threw himself into the arms of the God of Love almost madly.

I'm sorry, Enya... I really, really can't bear that kind of horrible torment.

Ok?

The ears of Filin on Chuxue's white hair trembled.

Under extreme tension, the hearing that was almost completely lost gradually returned to normal.

She heard the sound of dripping water.

It seemed to be drizzling again on the coast, and the Lateran Chapel was shrouded in rain again.

The fluffy ears twitched.

The sounds around became clearer.

In addition to the sound of rain, there seemed to be some extremely suppressed and deep voice in the chapel.

It was as if an evil and unclean beast had taken on a physical form and was now growling and growling in the chapel.

The atmosphere of indulgence and decadence gradually filled the Lateran chapel.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Chuxue wanted to say something, but she felt the hand holding her head with terrifying strength.

For a moment, she couldn't make any sound and could only make faint whimpering sounds.

Purification can be painful sometimes.

Treating injuries can be painful.

What could be the most enjoyable thing to purify your body and mind?

Tears burst out from her beautiful eyes and then quickly splashed out.

Tears and saliva mixed together, almost blurring the pretty little face.

"I feel like I can't breathe."

Chu Xue only felt that the scene in front of her eyes gradually became darker.

The vision gradually blurred and even darkened a little.

In the end, I couldn’t make out any scenery anymore; I could only feel that the rain seemed to be getting heavier.

The clear sound of rain almost occupied all hearing.

I feel like dying...

But the closer he got to death, the more Chu Xue felt like he was in a temporary paradise filled with bliss.

I was so happy that I wanted to die like that.

——Boo.

The dull sound of a champagne cork being pulled out.

The sound brought Hatsuyuki back to consciousness from her trance.

Her eyes fell on Mostima, who was shooting champagne at the Sakotas.

Mostima became the target of siege by other angel ladies in the champagne war. Her hair, face, and clothes were almost covered with fine, sticky, turbid white wine bubbles.

Breathing becomes smoother.

Chu Xue slightly opened and closed her lips to assist her breathing, but her consciousness was still a little fuzzy.