Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

"It seems that you have not been protected by a perfect butt. Goodbye, I hope that next time you will have an elegant aesthetic hobby."

Fenmu raised his finger in a pistol position, pointing his index finger at the vicious "Fenmu" in front of him.

"Bang!" He fired.

A large space in front of him disappeared into nothingness, and time was directly returned to the ancient times, returning to the chaotic form of the first era. Only a thick fog and ancient trees were left in front of Fenmu.

"It's time for the next one."

He sighed tiredly, but his eyes were extremely determined.

Without paying too much attention to this place, Fenmu walked into the familiar chaos in front of him.

As soon as the scene changed, he was back in the foggy world, and at his feet was another hand grabbing his ankle.

Fenmu did not crush it, but squatted down, opened the other person's fingers, shook hands with "self", and then followed this hand into the world that belonged to "Fenmu".

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The world inside the fog gate fell into silence, with only countless pairs of pale hands stretching out from the ground shrouded in thick fog.

The silence was quite short, and Fenmu appeared again soon. Without even a chance to breathe, he held a hand again and entered the world of another "self".

The world of Wumen stretches as far as the eye can see, and the "ocean" composed of countless hands is a kind of terrifying mental pollution just by looking at it. However, this ocean continues to become less and less obscene under Fenmu's almost paranoid spirit of the Judgment Parish.

But the rate of decrease is getting slower and slower, because Fenmu finds that the "self" track behind it makes it more and more difficult for him to distinguish which side is the "self".

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"Your Holiness, these are captured heretics. Please question their fate and judge whether the glory of the Judgment Church is willing to show them the warmth of tolerance." After the silver-haired succubus maid finished her report, she stood back next to Fenmu. .

At some point, Fenmu developed the habit of talking to himself in [Original Ta Language], so that he could feel that someone was always talking to him, and the modified Ta Language would not be leaked to others.

"The world this time is a little strange. I have become the Pope. There is no diocese here, only a unified judgment church. What happened?"

He nodded to himself, "I seemed to have reflexively killed Fenmu, but I didn't leave. I met a woman who looked very similar to Kasalia, and then followed me to the church city. Waiting When I come back to my senses, here I have become the Pope.”

I unknowingly continued a world of "self"?

Fenmu realized that he had wasted a lot of time, and wanted to blast away the world directly, but found that the clothes of these pagans...were the same as Anastasia's original clothes? !

"Is there Anastasia here?"

Chapter 100 Another Similar Anastasia

Finally something different happened.

Anastasia seemed to be unique to his world. Fenmu had killed so many "selves" but could not find her shadow again.

But this is understandable. When Xiao Po Dao was about to freeze the appearance of the sword spirit, Fenmu originally thought of Anastasia herself, but a certain force stopped him and he could only use her younger appearance.

In other words, no matter how many world lines are extended, Anastasia is the only one.

But Fenmu found Anastasia's similar clothing style in the group of pagans in front of her.

The dark-toned tights that outline the figure are embellished with some gold threads that follow the lines of the muscle veins. The pattern style of these threads is very similar to Anasta's.

"I became the Pope of this world without knowing it. This world is so weak..." He said to himself, his eyes falling on a silver-haired succubus guarding him next to him.

This wasn't Rachel, she was just a silver-haired succubus. She came here to suck Fenmu's essence out of nowhere, and then Fenmu slapped her into the wall, almost missing her.

Of course, this succubus is also quite beautiful, at least in terms of the talent of flattery, it is much better than Rachel's, but Fenmu has no idea of ​​poking her.

The impression seems to be that Rachel said she didn't want him to play with other succubi, and Fenmu really had no interest in it.

Fenmu looked at the pagans below, with some long-lost throbbing and longing in his heart, and asked:

"What are your clothes based on?"

The pagans looked at each other, wondering what the mysterious pope who was judging the church was asking this for.

"You can kill or behead them as you please, or burn them at the stake. Our faith will keep our Chicheng from being stained!" said a female heretic.

It can be seen that they are afraid of torture, but they are determined not to reveal the secret.

Fen Mu didn't like to ask too many questions. He stared at them with eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water and said secretly: "This can only be done in this low-level world."

He closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and moved back, as if he had moved some progress bar. The world in front of him stopped, turned gray, and began to flow backwards. The heretics returned to the moment when they were captured by the church knights.

Continuing to rewind the clock, we returned to the moment when these pagans left the religious gathering place. They were preparing to hide a woman shrouded in a purple veil and turban in their private dreams and use secret techniques to hide it.

These pagans knew that they had been targeted by the church that had risen for no reason, and they were all trying to escape, waiting to be reunited after they were safe.

"This dress looks too much like Anastass." Fenmu sighed. After witnessing what happened in the past, he became more and more curious.

What does the person look like under the veil?

The gray world in front of him gradually dissipated and became colored again. Fenmu opened his eyes. He was still sitting in the church hall.

"Is that your saint? Or the bishop? Release the woman hidden in your private dreams."

The female heretics were surprised and didn't understand how he knew, but they still wanted to get away with it: "We don't know what you are talking about!"

"Your Holiness, you can't hide people in private dreams, right?" The succubus maid took the opportunity to get close to Fenmu, posing and showing off her plump and sexy figure.

By the way, her clothes are very succubi-like, with her whole body covered in a restrictive outfit that exposes more skin than it blocks. The only thing that has a maid element may be that she wears a maid headband on her head.

Even a succubus from a low-level world is more professional than Rachel, a demigod succubus.

Shame on you!

Fenmu grabbed the tail of the succubus, threw her to the side, and focused on this organization that was suspected of being Anasta's inheritance.

He didn't want to waste any more words, so he stretched out his hand to grab a handful and crush the pagan's secret technique directly. The purple-haired mysterious woman suddenly appeared.

She wore a translucent cloak that reached just above her shoulder blades, a mithril witchcraft crown on her purple hair, and a veil on her face to hide her true appearance. The witchcraft robe she was wearing was indeed similar in style to Anasta's, but this woman's robe was even more gorgeous.

Anastasia's jumpsuit turned into one-sided stockings on the woman's body. One side was dark purple butt-covering stockings, and the other side revealed her flawless straight jade legs.

The key is...this butt is a bit incredible.

Fenmu had never asked anyone's name in this world, and even when he called the succubus, he just shouted "Succubus, come here". Even if he became the pope, he didn't know who was in the Judgment Church.

Only this time, he wanted to know this person's name.

"What's your name, Anastasia or Tasia or Sidney?"

The Judgment believers in the hall were puzzled, and the scantily clad succubus was even more puzzled. Jealousy arose in her heart. She had seduced this man for so long, but he had never looked at her once.

But this heretic caused the Pope to have erotic thoughts, which she, as a succubus, could clearly sense.

"Name? Verdanti. I have always heard legends about you. After seeing you today, it turns out that there is something different. You are performing some kind of ritual."

Verdanti's tone was relaxed, but he had a spell in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Fenmu thought that there were really not many ordinary people who could have anything to do with Anasta. I was afraid that she even saw that he did not belong to this world.

"Are you belligerent? I mean, do you want to fight? If you want, I can accompany you and answer my questions." Fenmu treated her as Anna's master.

Both Master Anna and Tasia have a militant side, which is completely different from the gentle Anastasia.

Verdanti raised his eyebrows and said playfully: "I should be a prisoner now, right? Is it possible that I can still say that I don't want to be beaten?"

"If you don't want to fight, then just answer my question directly." Fenmu's eyes signaled the people who were judging the church to step back and leave him alone with this woman.

The succubus was so angry that she wanted to be alone, but she couldn't defeat Fenmu, so she could only leave angrily.

The place became quiet for a while, and the grand and solemn palace became like a place for tryst.

"I want to see your face. You look like someone I know." Fenmu said.

The other party was obviously the notorious Judgment Pope, but this pagan woman was not alert at all. She casually looked around at the decoration of the palace before responding with admiration.

"The gangsters on the street often use this kind of opening line to hook up. Why would a god appear in a silent world? No, you should be still in the ceremony of becoming a god. If you can, please leave as soon as possible."

Fenmu felt that this man's personality was not very similar to the masters he had met. There was no similarity at all, but his figure was very similar, and the outline of his face vaguely revealed by the veil was also very similar.

"I'm serious, show me your face, then turn around, take away the rag covering your buttocks from your waist, and let me check your buttocks."

Verdanti finally became alert, "Hey! What do you mean?"

Chapter 101: Can you curse me again?

From this woman, Fenmu saw a calmness that did not belong to this low-level world.

This feeling is probably that in his own world, a weak-willed man can look directly at the ancient gods and foreign gods, and his body will not be alienated, and his mind will not be distorted into the shape of a believer.

Could this woman named Verdanti really be Anasta who changed her appearance to scare him?

However, Fenmu still felt something incredible from this woman. Her face was almost the same as Anastasia's, but her buttocks were indeed different, and her ranking of beautiful buttocks in Fenmu's heart quickly rose. Got to the second.

In fact, in terms of appearance, Verdanti and Anasta's buttocks are equally perfect, but they have perfected their own beauty.

However, he is familiar with Anastasia and has friendship points, so he ranks first on the butt god list, and this Verdanti is probably second.

"Are you a god too?" Fenmu asked. With his current level of perception, he did not realize that this woman was a god.

Ma Ma Hu Hu is a demigod.

But in this world, demigods are also very high. Fenmu doesn't understand what's going on. This world is so low that there is no trace of the existence of gods. The gods commemorated by religious statues are actually just demigods. Who can Whoever has a longer lifespan is awesome.

The purple-haired woman saw Fenmu's doubts about her strength, but she didn't take it to heart. She just expressed her dissatisfaction in a symbolic way:

"God is just a pronoun for a level of life. It doesn't mean much to me. Besides, there are many forms of life at the same level as God. Don't be so short-sighted."

This magnificent and glorious palace is beautiful, but its solemnity is a bit depressing. In the name of a walk, Fenmu took Verdanti, the leader of the heretical religion, for a walk in the backyard of the royal city.

Yes, in this world, the church city has also become a royal city, and the church temple has become the highest royal palace.

The scenery in the backyard is elegant and pleasant, with flowers and birds chirping from up close, and mountains and mountains from a distance.

Verdanti had no consciousness of being a prisoner at all, admiring the beautiful scenery that few people had seen with admiration, while Fenmu kept looking at her.

"Take off the veil and show me your buttocks. You've been looking at the beautiful scenery for so long, why don't you let me see it too?"

"It's a style for you to use compliments so shamelessly. Don't always think that everything is yours."

This beautiful woman with a mature and sexy figure has a lively and comfortable personality that is inconsistent with her temperament. Her burgundy eyes reflected Fenmu's gaze, and she reluctantly took off her veil, revealing the familiar face with a smile underneath.

For a moment, Fenmu really wondered whether Anastasia had made up the false identity of Verdanti again, to reunite with him at the last moment when he was about to become a god, and give him a surprise.

During the time when she disappeared, Anastasia had been studying the knowledge of beautiful buttocks, and over the years, she finally created a peach butt that was as perfect as her own to meet him and fool him.

Especially this smile, will she say in the next second, "How come I can still be recognized by you this time?"

Unfortunately, what Verdanti said was:

"Have you seen enough? In terms of beauty, of course I know the charm of this face. This is an eye-opener for you. I won't show you the buttocks. You are a greedy little wolfdog. After seeing it for you, you probably want to say I just want you to take it off and look at it again.”

Verdanti was still waiting for his praise, but she heard Fenmu sigh in disappointment.

He stopped thinking about it, and sorted out his broken mood, and said:

"You must be extraordinary. How could you be so embarrassed that you have to be hidden and run for your life?"

Verdanti walked to the pavilion, poured a glass of wine, and tasted a piece of fruit. He was even more of a master than Fenmu:

"This is the arrangement of fate. Of course I have to experience this fate. Look, my fate this time is not bad. I have seen the scenery that can only be seen by the Judgment Pope."

Fen Mu considered her words and felt that this "destiny" had something to do with it. He sat down next to the woman and asked:

"Are you the goddess related to fate?"

"I'm a demigod now, why am I a goddess? Can't I be said to be an envoy who receives oracles, and then I can predict the future, get divine revelations and so on. I said...how can I read from your eyes? Can you see the child's attachment to his mother? Your mother looks like me?"

Not only that, except for the buttocks, every part of your body is the same.

"You are wrong. This is my apprentice's desire for a mate from my master. To be honest, your face is the only thing in this world that makes me hard. I mean my fists are hard. I feel unbelievable. You know Bar."

Verdanti nodded and said with disdain: "I understand, you are a traitor who wants to mess with Master, and you always use excuses to cover it up."

Fenmu trembled, he covered his face and said in a deep voice: "I'm warning you, don't look at me with this trashy look. No one has dared to look at me with this look for a long time."

"Oh? Are you angry?"

"No, you look at me with this face and this look, I'm very excited and happy!"

This look was really like looking at the scum of the world. The last time Fenmu was looked at like this was back when Master Anna first started training him. This look made him really happy.

Verdanti instantly put away her undisguised look of disdain, and instead put on a gloomy smile with murderous intent. The snowy foot under her table that was not covered by stockings was stepped on directly. Fenmu's dignity (PS: refers to the knees, a man's knees are dignity).

If this matter spreads, it will be the secret of the female version of "The Trial of the Pope and the Heretic Female Bishop".

"The thought of an incurable pervert becoming a god really makes me deeply worried."