What Should I Do If I was Forced to Marry the Elf Queen

And every year, those young girls, just like the young leaves drawn from the spring buds, come to this cloud-shrouded mountain.Gradually, in the hard life and cruel training, it turned into withered leaves and fell all around.

But unlike Luoye, the girls who were eliminated do not even have the qualifications to serve as food.

Some of them died, and some of them were like themselves, merging with the harsh mountains and monasteries.Become an insignificant person, and gradually fade away.

The tragedy and the massacre went on like this, and lasted for hundreds of years.

Every day, every year.The killing machine kept running, and it seemed that it couldn't stop at all.

But the old nun felt that starting from today, this matter might turn around a bit.

Because, she felt that the young girl just now seemed to come to destroy this magic cave that had swallowed the youth and lives of countless girls!

"Never mind.... Stop by the town down the mountain today to have a look..."

The old nun shook her head and muttered to herself naturally.

The last time she walked down this misty mountain was more than ten years ago.

......

Sister Catherine walked along the familiar stairs to the top of the winding mountain path.

Looking at the fortress like a giant beast, she took a deep breath.

This is the monastery where she has lived for more than ten years, and it is also the only place in the world where she has a sense of belonging.

At the same time... it is also the magic cave that has destroyed her for more than ten years and completely stripped her from the normal world.

So... now, she intends to destroy this place.

Completely destroyed, this blood-soaked slaughterhouse!

"Kill them...Kill them..."

A voice, constantly played back in Catherine's ears, constantly evoked the unbearable past in her heart, and the hatred that hurt her bones!

"Kill all, leave none!"

The voice became louder and louder, and the girl's eyes became increasingly cold.

Then, she raised her head and strutting into the narrow gate of the monastery.

In theory, this is the only way to the monastery.

But usually not many people really pass here.

The old nun who sweeps the floor is an exception.

She who is responsible for cleaning the stairs has the key to the mountain gate and can enter and exit at any time.

Obviously, because today's cleaning work has not been completed, this small mountain gate has not been closed.It also gave Catherine no small convenience.

Walking up the stairs made of heavy long slabs of stone, Catherine saw a sight she was familiar with for a long time-a simple and plain square. Apart from the long bluestone, there was no scenery that could only be praised, and there were no women. The decoration that I like looks almost the same as the barracks.

And here...it is indeed the convent of the Holy Convent that people all over the western continent talk about.

In the novels written by some eighteenth-rate authors, this place is portrayed as a sky garden, beautiful, romantic and full of pink atmosphere.

Everything is in line with the vulgar and stupid aesthetic of ordinary people...

Mother Oriya, once so disdainful evaluation.

But Catherine hoped...this vulgar fantasy is the true face of the convent.

Because, in any case, it is much better than one, the place to train young girls into murder weapons.

Thinking of this, Catherine strengthened her conviction. She went straight to the tower and walked towards the tower where the Presbyterian Church was.

Along the way, Catherine didn't meet too many people.

Because after what happened that day, the fighting nun group was ordered to be stationed on the outskirts of the holy capital for review.This made this fortress seem a little deserted, but only a few girls who just enrolled in school last year, either holding heavy books or carrying exaggerated weapons that are not in line with their figures, Hastily passed by.

No one will notice Catherine.

After all... there are people in nun uniforms everywhere, black or white.

And this also made Catherine a little relieved.

Although... the voice in her heart made her ruin everything.

But she didn't want to hurt those innocent girls...the poor people who were in the same tragic situation as her.

She just wants to kill the first evil...

At least, before that dark emotion swallowed everything, she did think so.

"Stop, this is the elder's office tower! Students have no right to enter!"

A nun who looked no more than fourteen or five years old, holding a halberd, blocked Catherine's path.

"Pay attention to your identity, student!"

Catherine scolded harshly.

"Don't you know who I am?"

"Saint Catherine!"

Under Catherine's scolding, the little nun was surprised and hurriedly stepped aside to clear the way.

"Ye... I'm sorry, I... I didn't know it was you who came back, I'm really sorry..."

She apologized to Catherine in a panic and kept bowing.

Seeing the little nun's flustered expression, Catherine almost saw herself in the past for an instant.

At the same time, he was secretly relieved.

It seems that the elders of the monastery did not disclose the previous things to the public...otherwise the little nun in front of her would not treat herself in such a friendly manner.

Fortunately so...otherwise, I would have to kill the girl in front of me.

"Master Saint...Do you need me to inform you?"

The little nun asked tremblingly.

"No need." Catherine said coldly, "You are right here, don't let anyone in before I leave, this is an order!"

"Yes! Lord Saint!"

The little nun straightened her chest very excitedly, and shouted somewhat jerky:

"Fight for the glory of the Father!"

"Ah, very good."

Catherine gave the little nun a meaningful look and went straight to the high tower.

Sweep roughly with divine thoughts.

She found that the elders of the monastery seemed to gather in a meeting room on a certain floor, discussing something intensely.

"Very good.... I will go to you one by one..."

Catherine muttered to herself, her eyes shone with blood!

109. Just to kill you!

St. Bernadette’s Monastery, the upper floor of the elder’s tower, in the meeting room.

At this time, the dimly lit meeting room was brightly lit.

On the long round table...there were men and women in taupe monastic clothes with hoods on their heads.

They are all the members of the "Bernadette Festival Committee" and the supreme authority over this convent.

What's more, for hundreds of years, it has created a special organ for the Holy See.

Therefore, the members of the prayer committee are far from simple as the elders and professors of the monastery.

Among them, they also include the great figures in the Papal State and the Holy See, who hold various powers and control different power organs, and some highly respected theologians, astrologers and mystics.And some super-rich businessmen who have fanatical religious beliefs or are interested in immortality and power.

The power of the Sacrifice Committee is overwhelming, and their power is all over the Papal State, and even the entire Western Continent!

It is no exaggeration to say that if all the members of the committee unite... I am afraid that even the pope who holds the power of the gods will have to fear them!

But.... At this moment, the brown-robed men beside the round table are all dignified and tense...

There is no such thing as the past, that in the darkness, with the invisible hand to manipulate everything.

This is because...At this moment, they are facing a huge crisis of space!

Because just yesterday afternoon.... Mother Oriya, the nominal leader of the Banner Festival Committee, died unexpectedly in a fierce battle on the streets of the Holy Capital!

Although, for the big figures in the Hamani Committee... whether there is such a nominal leader is actually irrelevant.

But the problem is that Mother Oriya is not just a spiritual leader, but a vase on the surface.

In fact... she is the only person who has mastered a certain ritual mantra in the ritual of the saint's flag sacrifice!

That is a spell that has never been recorded in any ancient book... It all depends on the word of mouth from the monastery and her disciples of the past generations, and there is no record in it.

Generally speaking, every monastery will pass on the secret of this spell to his successors when he feels that his time limit is approaching, so as to ensure the inheritance of the flag sacrifice ceremony.

But... This Mother Oriya died unexpectedly before she chose her heir or left any written materials.

And this also means that the key spell that determines the success or failure of the entire ceremony has been lost!

If it weren't there.... Then the entire banner festival ceremony would not be established.

The existence of the Hakata Festival Committee will also become meaningless!

Therefore, after learning the news that was like a bolt from the blue.

The vast majority of the members of the Hajime Committee rushed back to the monastery outside the holy capital within a day to discuss how to deal with this unprecedented crisis.

"Reckless! Too reckless!"

One patted the table for the fat committee member, and shouted emotionally:

"How can Mother Oriya make such an irresponsible act behind us? No one else but her will know the'critical curse'! It's all right now! We don't even want to cultivate the saints in the future. Girl! Never again!"

The obese committee member spit wildly and cursed, and his pregnant belly was up and down.Not only does it look less serious, it is a bit funny.

"Okay... Commissioner Julian, calm down... things are not so bad yet."

At this time, a tall and thin old man spoke.

He scanned the people around the round table, pretending to be calm:

"Now, things are not so bad... we have already begun to analyze the relics of Mother Oriya. Over time, I believe there will be some gains."

"In time? Chairman Silvio, what are you kidding?"

The committee member named Julian, blushing and panting, shouted:

"It's not that you haven't seen... that old woman's personal belongings, there are only so many in total! This day, we even tore the menstrual cloth she used when she was young to shreds, but in the end we still had one Mao found out! Do you still expect to find spells from the dead? Forget it, I think it would be better to just die, go to hell and ask the sour old woman in Oria a little easier!"

The fat Julian shouted hysterically.

After a while, he hummed back to his seat and said:

"In short.... If you can't even proceed with the ritual research! I request to withdraw my investment... and the manor donated to the committee! Please return them to me!"

The obese committee member whispered:

"Anyway, that's tens of thousands of Ducats... it's not a small sum!"

"Your request, the committee has indeed received... After serious research and discussion by the executive committee, we will give you a satisfactory answer, Your Excellency Julian!"

Silvio's chairman tried his best to restrain the anger in his heart.

He felt... his performance at this time was already very restrained and restrained.

"Sure enough, I knew...I shouldn't have brought in these vulgar businessmen in the first place. No matter how generous they are or the amount of investment they have brought, they will definitely not work!"

Chairman Silvio cursed in his heart.

Return to the church?

What a joke!

Chairman Silvio felt that he had never seen such a brazen person before.