Ark, I, the Lord of the Succubus Court

There are even the mottled, flickering colorful lights of nightclubs.

The little demons with devil horns and thin round tails never pray solemnly in the Lateran church.

Desserts, parties and guns have always been the theme of the Lateran Church.

"Welcome to the big party! Yo ho - latecomers get to play for everyone!"

"Hehe! Ceylon is late... Hey, Miss Ishamara, Miss Ishamara is also late!"

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The arrival of Ceylon and Ishamala immediately attracted the attention of the noisy Sakta.

The Sakotas who were having a party surrounded them and without saying anything, dragged them to the small stage built in the Lateran Basilica.

They will naturally have some fun with Sakota~

There are also many LCD screens installed inside the Lateran Basilica.

The display screen can clearly present everything on the small stage from different angles.

Ceylon became very embarrassed again.

She sat on a folding chair on the stage and covered her face with her hands.

It was as if she was afraid that others would see her expression.

"Woo~"

"It's no use!"

Lemuean moved closer to Ceylon and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Sister Ishamala has already said it. If Ceylon doesn't say anything, then he will have to stay here alone. Hurry up and finish the opening prayer."

"No~Okay, I feel so ashamed."

Ceylon's face was flushed red.

The Sakotas who like to play tricks on people have probably come up with some strange prayers to play tricks on people.

"Please, please... wuwu, no."

"Hurry up~"

"Put it in... I really can't. It's so embarrassing."

"If not, Ceylon will stay here by himself and is not allowed to participate in the believers' ceremonies."

Ceylon took a deep breath, bit his lip fiercely, and suddenly recited the strange words.

The white and tender earlobes were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

It’s all black’s fault!

Not only did he drag her into this, he also abandoned her and came here to play!

060 Lovely Volper Angelina

Bullied by the bad angels again.

Ceylon bit her plump lips in grievance.

I almost burst into tears again.

I did a lot of things that are unspeakable and said a lot of shameless words.

In front of so many people.

Those bad angels even recorded it.

It might be used by bad angels to threaten you severely in the future.

The angels in the Lateran Church are all very bad.

Each one of them is a little devil.

She felt no pleasure at all.

It's not surprising that she felt relieved and happy after giving up her identity as a young lady, and giving up her reserve, etiquette, upbringing and all that came with it.

I don't even enjoy the feeling of being ravaged.

Not comfortable at all.

Very distressing.

She doesn't like those weird things.

After teasing Ceylon, the latecomer, the angels led by Mostima, Exiah, and Lemion went to train other beautiful girls.

This group of angels, who are like little succubi, love to do things that can bully people.

Ceylon is not the last beautiful girl to reach the boundary between dreams and reality.

The Lateran Basilica is already in so many places.

The Lateran angels have the grand ideal of helping beautiful girls purify their impurities, saving them from water and fire, and allowing them to join the Lateran Church of the God of Love, which is full of love and happiness.

Naturally, in different countries and regions, they will guide beautiful girls and girls with animal ears into the Lateran church, purify their impurities and troubles, and let them fall into the arms of the Lateran God of All Love.

"Hehe~ Angelina, right?"

Mastema looked at the lovely Volper who had arrived late with a smile.

"Hi! My name is Remuel, you can also call me Exia. Wow~ You are such a cute girl."

The Archangel slightly put away his carefree personality, folded one hand in front of his chest, bowed slightly to Angelina, and performed a greeting as the Lateran Church did.

"Please forgive me for doubting your cuteness when I heard them say that."

Angelina shook her head and took a step back as if she was scared.

She saw clearly the chaos in the small church.

How could, how could this happen?

Aren’t all the people in the Lateran Church good people?

They will provide assistance to the infected, provide letter exchange services to people around the Lateran Basilica, and provide all kinds of help.

The Sakotas are supposed to be good people.

They are all the holy angels written in those books.

Angels leading people to heaven.

But, but why did the Sakotas, who were supposed to be angels, turn into evil little demons?

The Lateran Cathedral, which should have been solemn and dignified, has become like this again.

A wild and chaotic party.

Everyone seemed to have fallen to the lowest point.

"Hey~ What happened to little Wolper?"

Angelina's weak back hit the body of the Sakota angel.

With a wicked smile on his face and shaking his thin round tail, he surrounded her.

"I-I got a little too comfortable."

Angelina said softly.

With the last glimmer of hope, she imagined that as long as she didn't "see through" the truth, she would still have the chance to escape.

"Not feeling well, feeling uncomfortable?"

Lemiaoan looked at Angelina jokingly and blinked, "You want to go back and rest, right?"

Angelina nodded slightly.

I don't know when tears started to well up in my eyes.

She, she shouldn't have come, and she shouldn't have had the idea of ​​joining the Lateran Church and following the angel sisters to help more people.

"what?!"

Angelina made a horrified sound.

The angels are not honest at all.

It is perfectly normal for beautiful and naturally mature angels to make advances.

"Do you feel uncomfortable here?"

Mostima used the succubus's unique peach-shaped tail to tease and poke Angelina.

"No...No!"

Angelina choked up with grievance.

She was clearly aware that she had fallen into a devil's den.

It's just like the goblin caves and tentacle caves in those strange novels.

She was foolishly bewitched by the demons and walked into the abyss of depravity.

Tears gradually blurred my vision.

Angelina realized that she was going to suffer the same fate as Ferrin in the Lateran.

The film called 'Black' is making a high-pitched voice.

There was a tone of pain in her crying voice, but she seemed to be extremely happy.

The little devil in the Lateran Cathedral is worshipping evil gods and is dragging Filin into the bottomless abyss bit by bit.

"Wuwu... No, I don't want that kind of thing... I, I just want to go home, I didn't see anything."

Angelina burst into tears.

"Ms. Angelina, Miss Angelina?"

A pleasant and cheerful voice sounded in my ears.

Ok?

Angelina wiped her eyes with the back of her delicate hand, and suddenly found that all the decadent and extravagant scenes that she had just seen, which were like a big party for adults in a nightclub, were gone.

She just knelt on the cushions.

Before my eyes is the statue of the Lateran God of Love.

The silver plate held by the Lateran statue inside the church made a crisp sound of water, which further highlighted the solemn and quiet environment inside the Lateran Basilica.

There was no horrible scene of uncleanness or depravity.

"Ms. Angelina, have you seen the impurity and sin in your heart?"

Fiammetta, dressed in a solemn black and white priest uniform, said softly to Angelina:

"If there is anything you need, you can tell me. Tell me those sins in the confessional, and I will cleanse you of those impurities and evils. Pray to the God of All Love to forgive your sins, and let Him cleanse you."

The orange twin ponytails swung left and right.

Angelina shook her head vigorously.

"No, I'm fine!"

She was still a little scared of what she had just seen, "This priest..."

Angelina sensed something was wrong.

The Patriarch in front of him was not Patriarch Mostima, but a beautiful Patriarch of Libori. Judging from his attire, he was also a Grand Patriarch of the Lateran Church.

The interior layout of this Lateran Basilica was also different from the Lungmen Lateran Basilica she had walked into.

It is more grand and majestic, its interior is more exquisite, and it is even rich in the artistic sense of history.

"Hello, may I ask where is this place?"

Angelina asked timidly.

"Here? This is Lateran. Didn't Miss Angelina come to Lateran to seek purification of the impurities and evil spirits in her body?"