【The Seven Dragon Chronicles of the Lewd Hero Wu】(Chapter 5: Anti-Revision)

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Author: Wu Shuang
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This article is based on content from *Heroes of Might and Magic I/II/III/mod Following the Miracles/IV/V/VI* and *World of Warcraft*
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The Seven Dragon Chronicles of Wu Di* Chapter 1: Creation
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*The Seven Dragon Chronicles of Wu Di* Chapter 2: Revolution
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Chapter 3 of *The Seven Dragon Chronicles of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust*: The Proletariat
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Chapter 4 of *The Seven Dragon Chronicles of Wu Di, the Hero of Lust*: Divine Craftsmanship
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Chapter 5: Anti-Revisionism
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※In the fifth year of the Seven Dragons Era
, during the barren month of Imperial Calendar 153, another devastating piece of news reached the Imperial Capital. Facing the Imperial Elite
Infantry Legion, which had once again come to quell the rebellion, Martina, the general who had betrayed them before, using the alias Aya, assassinated the Infantry Commander, Bochande. Then, with
the help of a rebel insider disguised as a military prostitute who had infiltrated the camp, she launched a night raid,
annihilating the Imperial Elite Infantry Legion, which she had built up since the time of King Roland!
The Imperial Capital was shaken!
Soon, the Imperial Capital appointed the female Holy Inquisitor Adela as the new commander of the rebellion suppression force!
Long ago, male monks were the sole clergy of the Church of Light. They mastered
the mysteries of holy magic, possessed unwavering will, resistance to magic, and healing abilities. After advancing to the sixth-order priesthood, they also possessed
exceptionally ferocious close-combat skills, making them the most powerful guarantee on the battlefield.
Over a century ago, however, the Eternal Knight Vesta assisted Emperor Griffin in unifying the continent and establishing the Griffin
Empire. During times of war, she united displaced women around her, turning them into
devout followers of God—nuns. They engaged in prayer and assisted priests in missionary work. To become a fifth-order nun, a woman
must make a "First Vow," remaining chaste until adulthood; after adulthood, she makes a "Second Vow," remaining
unmarried for life, becoming a sixth-order priestess; finally, after seven years of following the "Second Vow," she can make a "Final Vow,"
dedicating herself entirely to God and becoming a seventh-order Inquisitor. The nuns abandoned the priests' close-quarters
combat skills, dedicating themselves to developing healing techniques. During wartime, they cared for the wounded on the front lines,
earning widespread secular praise!
Adela, the current Abbess of Vesta Monastery, is the Empire's Chief Inquisitor.
Eighteen years ago, Sister Adela, fresh from her vows, left the Vista Abbey and arrived in
Darlakh, a settlement of orcs. Her first act was to shed her
blue nun's robes and don the short leather skirts typically worn by orc women. With her body marked with graffiti, Sister Adela looked
little different from a multi-blooded barbarian, and she quickly gained
the trust of the local inhabitants.
Three years later, the Empire launched a military campaign in Darlakh, receiving the support of the local population. They captured this orc stronghold almost without bloodshed
, and Sister Adela became the Abbey of the Vista Abbey for her contributions in this war, the Empire's only major expansion in ten years
.
Clearly, Adela was different from the soldiers of the Empire. She disliked resolving problems by force; she was a
strategist, and her favorite saying was, "Victory or defeat is decided before the battle even begins."
Therefore, after accepting the mission to suppress the rebels, Adela did not quickly assemble an army. She carefully
studied the development history of Sena Town and issued several targeted and effective measures:
First, all Imperial women residing within 300 miles of Sena Town must go to
the Vesta Monastery to pray once a month; second, all Imperial women who made their first and second vows at the Vesta Monastery 　　would have their families exempt from all Imperial taxes
during the period of their vows ; 　　third, all women who committed crimes in Sena Town could go to the Vesta Monastery to repent and seek divine 　　forgiveness. 　　Adela's measures soon yielded remarkable results! 　　Because Imperial women were concentrated in the Vesta Monastery, Sena Town had seen a long absence of female comrades, 　　with many even quietly leaving due to wavering resolve. Meanwhile, 　　farmers who had sent their women to the monastery to avoid taxes were flooding into Sena Town with their surplus tax payments! Initially, this 　　greatly increased Sena Town's income, but the significant gender imbalance quickly became apparent. 　　The female comrades at the underground liaison station suffered from the increased working hours, and the influx of farmers 　　led to a surge in crime due to jealousy and rivalry. 　　After eliminating Berchand's elite Imperial infantry legion, Harvin, promoted to a sixth-rank standing committee member, appointed several other 　　comrades as committee members, stationed in towns occupied by the rebels. For a time, a stalemate ensued between the Empire and the rebels 　　. 　　———————————————————— 　　Genova stood before the gates of the Vesta Monastery, gazing up at its majestic entrance, and couldn't help but marvel. 　　This monastery is built atop a steep cliff, its structure remarkably similar to a human fortress, 　　making it difficult to breach by military force, even with ten times the manpower. 　　"A fortress is most easily breached from within!" This quote from Lenin, cited by Standing Committee Member Haven, is quite 　　insightful. Therefore, Denova, disguised as a nun coming to pray according to the Three Articles of Adelaide, infiltrated the monastery. 　　Before this, Lady Elaine and her group had already been infiltrating for almost a week!

The magnificent monastery gate at the summit was exquisitely and imposingly constructed, along with its high walls, all
built of pure white stone, seemingly symbolizing the monastery's sanctity.
Entering through the gate, the once tranquil monastery was now bustling with activity, filled with women who had come because of the "
Three Laws of Adela"—noble ladies, peasant women from various regions, and even
"comrades" who had defected from Sena Town. However, with the help of Seia, who was skilled in Transfiguration, Genova and the others had slightly altered
their appearances.
Genova passed through these women and arrived at a side door, the entrance to the inner courtyard of the monastery.
Only a handful of women could enter here; previously, only Grandma Adela and a few nuns and priests who had originally practiced there were allowed in.
Now, even those who could enter were few and far between. Even Lady Elani and others, despite their best efforts, could not gain entry,
which was why Genova had been sent this time.
At the side entrance, a nun stopped her, gesturing for her to remove her veil. Jenova removed the veil, revealing
her beautiful face with elven blood: "My name is Nova, from the Elras Diocese. I'm currently preparing to advance to
the priesthood, so I've come to pay my respects to High Priestess Adela!"
Jenova, now using the alias Nova, had her unusually long ears, clearly exceeding human standards and inherited from her elven bloodline,
altered by her mentor Seya's Transfiguration technique. To avoid being recognized by her "comrades" who had defected from Sena Town
, her beautiful face had also undergone some changes. Her features remained as delicate and refined as ever, but now possessed
an even more alluring charm! Jenova was so satisfied that she didn't want to revert to her original appearance.
Her long, purplish-white hair, now flowing down to her waist after the veil was removed, shimmered with a glossy sheen. Nova swept her hair back
with captivating grace, and despite her already stunning beauty, she gazed enviously at the nun before her!
She had beautiful, unblemished blonde hair, its soft, golden strands cascading beneath a butterfly-shaped
nun's hood. Her slender, delicate face held a touch of childlike innocence, and her pearly white teeth shone brightly in her flawless smile
, captivating all who looked away. Her sweet and charming face was unadorned, her naturally fair skin
glowing with a healthy, apple-like pink, and her lips appeared more vibrant than any lipstick. Her
pure white nun's uniform was impeccably pressed, slightly taut at the chest, its full shape undeniably alluring, highlighting
the girl's burning youthful energy. The pure white skirt hugged her long, shapely legs, extending from her full, firm thighs
to her slender, graceful calves.
In the nun's uniform system, red is the uniform of seventh-order archbishops and seventh-order inquisitors, blue is
the uniform of sixth-order priestesses and priestesses, grayish-brown is the uniform of fifth-order monks, and only pure white is
the color of fifth-order nuns. Perhaps for this reason, in the eyes of the secular people, nuns are worthy of
the title "angels walking among men."
Genova was currently wearing a dark blue sleeveless short-sleeved top and a white silk robe, an attire indicating that she was on
her way to becoming a priestess. Therefore, according to the monastic rules, she was currently traveling and visiting various
renowned figures. This resume was carefully prepared for her by her former inquisitors, Caitlin and her mentor Seyia,
in order to dispel Grandma Adela's doubts!
"Sister Nova! I am Namtaru, a fifth-order nun." The nun named Namtaru
bowed respectfully to Genova with her arms crossed. "Grandma Adela is in the confessional; please follow me!"
As Genova followed Sister Namtaru into the inner courtyard, the women in the outer courtyard wore
expressions of excitement, envy, joy, and longing. Upon entering through the side gate, the inner courtyard was remarkably quiet, as if some kind of
magical barrier had separated the inner and outer courtyards into two completely different worlds. Here, lush trees provided ample shade. The courtyard was meticulously maintained, and
various fragrant plants were planted everywhere.
Not many people are allowed to enter this place. Only Sister Namtaruru, Grandma Adela, and a few priestesses
are permitted to reside there. Some ladies of high status may also use the advanced confessionals
. All others are refused entry. Lady Elani and her group, who had infiltrated the inner courtyard, had thoroughly investigated
its inner workings. Only once, under the pretext of "cleaning," was Lady Elani summoned inside, and she sensed
a formidable danger lurking within. Therefore, she decided to send Genova, disguised as a nun, to infiltrate the inner
courtyard to spy.
"Sister Genova, you're so amazing! You're so young and already almost at the sixth level! I'm so envious!"
Along the way, Namtaruru chatted incessantly with Genova about her cultivation experiences. Perhaps it was
the loneliness of the monastery, or perhaps it was the mutual attraction between the two equally beautiful women!
Although she couldn't answer her question, Genova couldn't refuse, because Namtaruna's doll-
like, watery face, with its two rosy cheeks and adorable fangs peeking out as she asked, was simply irresistible
!
"Huh! Who is she?" A priestess in blue appeared before her.
"Sister Rosalie, she is Nova from the Elras Diocese. She's preparing to become a priestess and has
come to pay her respects to Grandma Adela!"
"Elras Diocese? I've never seen you before!" The priestess named Rosalie
stared intently at Genova!
Rosalie was raised by the priestesses of the Elras Diocese. She was abandoned as a child in
the rose bushes in front of the Elras Church. She possessed astonishing spiritual talents. Rosalie was a rebellious
child, often disappearing without a trace. She had left the church many times during her childhood, claiming it was because she sensed
her mother's presence and wanted to find her. After years of fruitless searching and a
brush with death, Rosalie finally settled down, completed her training, and received her priestess robes. However,
she continued her relentless search for clues that might connect her to her true parents, becoming an
expert in maps, scholarship, and investigation.
Faced with Rosalie's apparent disbelief—information that Lady Elani and others had already
relayed—
Caitlin, who had given Jenova intensive training, had no choice but to reluctantly assign her the identity of being from the same parish to minimize the flaws.
As for Rosalie…
Genova answered calmly, "My teacher is Bishop Inheim. I
've been studying under him since childhood. Priestess Rosalie doesn't know me, but I've long admired your name. You're
the youngest priestess in our Elras Diocese! Besides seeking guidance from Abbey Adela, my teacher also
asked me to learn from you!"
Bishop Inheim was a renowned hermit in the Elras Diocese, rarely involved in church affairs. Rosalie nodded
in understanding; in fact, she hadn't been back to Elras Church for a long time, so Caitlin
had specifically arranged this identity for her.
"I see, Nova. Since you're also from Elras, I'll take care of you. How about tonight
…?" Rosalie said lightly.
"Tonight! No way!" Namtar suddenly spoke up, the usually gentle Namtarie displaying a
look of displeasure.
"Hehe, Namtaruru, why not!" Rosalie frowned, but asked Genova,
"Nova, are you welcome? Don't worry, I won't interfere with your training!"
"Welcome, Priestess Rosalie, it's my honor to learn from you," Genova replied humbly
.
"Alright, alright, Grandma Adela is still waiting for you!" Namtaruru pulled Genova aside and headed towards the confessional
: "Tonight, you absolutely mustn't be alone with her!"
Hearing Namtaruru's whisper, Genova was slightly surprised. She glanced back awkwardly, then suddenly
turned around, only to see Rosalie raising her hand, squinting, and making an aiming gesture at her!
Genova was stunned. She wasn't familiar with Rosalie and really didn't understand why Rosalie's attitude towards her was
so strange. Had she given herself away?
Noticing Genova's hesitation, Namtaryu, who had also turned around, noticed Rosalie's action.
She stood in front of Genova, hands on her hips, and shouted, "Rosalie! I won't allow you to hurt Sister Nova!"
"What's going on outside!" a voice called from afar. "Namtaryu, Rosalie, are you arguing again?
Come here!"
...
Genova followed Namtaryu and Rosalie to the confessional. Grandma Adela, dressed in a red female inquisitor's uniform
, stood there like a statue of the Virgin Mary, her frozen expression seemingly forever unmoved, unhurried, calm
, and unsmiling. This middle-aged woman, over forty, possessed a seventh-tier strength that meant the frost and snow hadn't
left any obvious marks on her face, making her look like a sister to the teenage Namtaryu.
After clarifying the situation in front of Genova, Grandma Adela remained expressionless. In her presence
, neither Namtaryu nor Rosalie uttered a single falsehood.
"Rosalie! You have disrespected our guests! This is not the manners expected of a priest! You have violated
the seven sins of pride and rudeness!"
"Grandma, I was wrong!" Rosalie knelt before the stern Grandma Adela. Genova immediately
breathed a sigh of relief; now, her identity should not be exposed.
"Then accept twenty lashes of 'flogging'!" Grandma Adela made the decision.
"Flogging...!" Genova gasped in disbelief, seriously doubting her hearing.
"Flogging," or whipping the buttocks, was a very common form of punishment among the imperial nobility.
Countless examples exist of peasant women in their territories and maids in their homes being subjected to this punishment naked for minor offenses. In the decadent
capital, nobles sometimes deliberately arranged this punishment, usually in the dining hall or around the table, so that
their guests could enjoy it. Because maids had to remove their shirts or petticoats before being punished—depending on
whether the whipping was on their back or buttocks—masters sometimes used this punishment as a form of entertainment for guests.
If a guest's attention fell on a young, beautiful, and voluptuous maid, the master would present her as a "gift,"
having the butler arbitrarily accuse her of some crime so she could be whipped on the spot.
This voluptuous maid would be brought to the main dining table, where she would lie obediently on the carpet, and the master's page would act
as the executioner. As he used the whip to lift her long skirt up to her back, the guests would see her firm, round
buttocks and shapely, long legs—clearly, she had been prepared before being brought in.
The page raised the whip high, lashing her bare buttocks, one strike after another, slow and rhythmic… All
the guests, including the distinguished hostess and hostess, stopped eating and talking, all eyes following
the rise and fall of the whip. Even the male and female servants standing nearby unconsciously gathered around, their eyes fixed
on the flesh writhing and undulating under the whip. The only sounds in the room besides the low groans of the victim,
the sound of the whip striking flesh, and the heavy breathing of the onlookers.
But what Genova found unbelievable was that even a nun who was usually completely covered from head to toe would be subjected
to this punishment. Because flogging required exposing the plump flesh between her legs, was Priestess Rosalie going to lie prone on the torture bench, while Abbey Adela, the head of the priestess, 　　personally wielded the cane and beat her plump, white buttocks in
front of Genova and Namtaru ? 　　A rollercoaster of emotions, like a sauna, washed over Genova, who finally breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the punishment 　　, it wasn't her who was being tortured, but… 　　Rosalie remained silent, slowly rising to her feet. 　　Behind her haughty and aloof facade lay a far cry from the strength Genova had imagined. Before Mother Adela, the previously 　　assertive and unyielding Rosalie helplessly and obediently prostrated herself before the altar. 　　"Take off your dress. If it doesn't hurt, the punishment is just a hypocritical performance for 　　the guest you've offended!" 　　Rosalie bit her full, cherry-red lips with her white teeth, slowly removing her blue dress. 　　Her shapely buttocks were almost completely exposed under the sunlight streaming through the dome. The cool air caused an indescribable sensation on her sensitive buttocks 　　. Rosalie could already feel Genova's suggestive gaze. 　　Her smooth, beautiful pink buttocks were perfect in both shape and texture; the mature, voluptuous, and slightly seductive flesh 　　looked incredibly tempting. 　　The unexpectedly bright red panties perfectly complemented her shapely buttocks, with peach-pink lace embellishing the four sides, exquisite and luxurious.

Li, however, her most private parts, which needed to be concealed, were completely exposed, her two mounds of flesh fully revealed, and the mysterious
shadow between her legs vaguely visible. The top of her stockings even had a sexy yet lewd garter.
Outwardly dressed as a dignified and elegant priestess, it was unexpected that Priestess Rosalie would wear such
expensive, dazzling, even lewd, underwear underneath. In the lonely monastery, no man would appreciate it, nor could it
please any man. Was she simply indulging in unrestrained pleasure in a secluded place?
Now, her private secrets were exposed to men, to be freely admired. The expressionless Mother Adela
stared at Rosalie, her gloomy gaze seeming to say: (Dressed like a prostitute…)
Meanwhile, Namtaryu, who was watching the execution with Genova, had milky-white cheeks that seemed to burn, endless
shame causing blood to rush to her face, her cheeks as red as Rosalie's lewd red underwear.
"Lift your buttocks up!" Mother Adela's voice was cold and emotionless, filled with an unyielding authority
. As if on display, Rosalie defied ergonomics and thrust her shy buttocks forward
. A sharp pain shot through her slender waist, and Rosalie's eyes were already slightly moist .
"God! I know I am a sinner, and I need your forgiveness; I am willing to accept the punishment I deserve for my sins,
I am willing to turn away from evil; now please whip my soul and my body..." Rosalie prayed, clasping her hands together.
Mother Adela nodded in satisfaction and drew out a "Nine-Tailed Cat," a multi-stranded soft whip
made of nine knotted cotton cords. Using it to whip someone caused more intense pain than other instruments of torture.
Mother Adela held the "Nine-Tailed Cat" in her hand and experimentally swung it.
The terrifying sound of it slicing through the air frightened Rosalie, and her trembling buttocks looked pitiful.
"Snap!"
Rosalie's body arched back, a tearing pain shooting through her skin. She frantically tried to cover herself with her hands, but
under Sister Adela's masterful whipping, the belt seemed to have eyes, darting past her jade-like arms and specifically targeting her tender, white
skin to strike hard.
"It's not enough to just obediently take the beating; you also need to sincerely apologize!"
"I'm sorry, Sister Nova! Waaah...waaah...Rosalie won't do it again..." The annoying sobs added to
the woman's fragile charm. The proud Rosalie's tears streamed down her face, like a little girl who had fallen and was crying.
...
A crimson stain appeared on her snow-white skin, crisscrossing her body. The fading pink residue resembled vibrant roses
. Rosalie even had the illusion of losing control of her bladder from the pain. The tragic scene, filled with a bewitching atmosphere, particularly stirred
the bestial instincts within her blood.
Rosalie, her tears nearly dried, mumbled
meaningless words like "I won't do it again..." and "Please spare me..." She lay weakly before the altar, only able to move her sexy buttocks with her remaining strength.
Genova, watching, couldn't feel the intense pain, but instead felt a different kind of
wicked and mysterious sensation spreading from between her legs.
(She's wet...)
Genova involuntarily swayed her ripe peach. If one looked down into the center of her thin panties, one could see
the playful pubic hair peeking out, a mist of moisture rising, a small circle of dampness gradually expanding.
Bright, glistening beads of sweat rolled across the red and white layers of Rosalie's buttocks, the capillaries clearly visible, the fine cilia
all standing on end, shimmering as if coated with a layer of oil. Her swollen, red buttocks appeared even more substantial,
presenting a sexy and alluring curve, the sensual flesh enough to drive anyone mad.
"Ding..." The evening bells rang. As the nuns' evening prayers drifted in, Priestess Rosalie was found
naked, receiving a beating from the Superior Mother, while the onlookers involuntarily experienced a
strong, perverse pleasure in their sensitive lower bodies.
"Alright, Namtaryu, take Sister Nova to dinner first."
...
Watching Namtaryu and Nova disappear at the end of the corridor, the serious Grandma Adela
chuckled, pinched Rosalie's cheek, and said, "Get up, she's long gone. Still daydreaming?"
"Hehe, who said I was daydreaming? I was thinking about how to..."
"What are you thinking about? What good ideas could you come up with! Let's use the old method!"
"Such excellent nuns are hard to find these days. Although many women have come to the outer court recently,
there aren't many pretty ones. I didn't notice before, but it turns out the Elras parish has such beautiful nuns.
How could I have missed out?"
"Hmm, that's good. This Nova's appearance and temperament are top-notch. She's an excellent target,
and she's a nun too! Quite a challenge... Hey, don't touch me like that!"
"Hehe, you're all wet down there!"
"Still touching me? Stop it! Namtaryu is coming back... Ah!"
"Teacher Adela, you're so biased! You only know how to pity your own child. Aren't you
satisfied with me, your student?"
"...Ugh...She's still my flesh and blood...I've fallen, I can't just...Ah
...Stop! Rosalie!"
"I'll stop if you want me to, but arrange for me to live with this Nova!"
"You! You just arranged for some of the prettiest peasant women you picked out a few days ago to live in your dormitory, isn't that enough?"
"Hmph...You're trying that again! That big-breasted peasant woman named E who came recently,
you had her inside and out, aren't you satisfied?"
"Didn't you open that baroness's chrysanthemum bud last time! And the one before that..."
"Alright, alright, arguing won't get us anywhere! Let's play rock-paper-scissors to decide!"
"Okay! Let's go, who's afraid of who! What kind of rock-paper-scissors?"
"Breasts, dick, cunt!"
"Again! Let's agree on what to do first! It's always tits sandwiching a cock, a cock fucking a cunt, a cunt wrapping a tits
. Last time you cheated, insisting that none of us at the Vista Monastery have a cock, so tits could also be used on a cunt,
and then you used your nipples to tease my clitoris, making me climax unexpectedly, and in the end you got the better deal!"
"This time, cunt wrapping tits wins! Come on! Tits! Cock! Cunning cunt!"
"Yay! I won!"
Grandma Adela made a victory V sign, completely losing her serious grandma demeanor.
Sally looked dejected.
"Don't worry, Nova's a nun, she won't be so easy to get. I'm going to arrange for that E to
serve her first. We need to take it one step at a time!"
"That big-breasted E?"
"What's there to be afraid of? I've already got her completely under my thumb!"
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After having dinner with Namtar, she was led to a side courtyard: "Sister Nova, this will be your temporary
lodging. We've arranged for a servant of God to serve you!" Since the Church of the Goddess of Light became the
state religion of the Holy Griffin Empire, the monks' rights were no less than those of the nobility. Therefore, once they became high-ranking monks, their
lives had already transcended the original asceticism. They were surrounded by carriages and servants, and they claimed that they could
devote themselves entirely to their faith in God, free from worldly constraints!
Namtaryu rang a bell, and a woman dressed in black servant's attire entered. It was
Lady Elane, who had been infiltrating for a week. The dress, subtly provocative, was clearly a size too small,
highlighting Lady Elane's mature figure. The tight uniform could not conceal her full breasts.
Following the alluring curves, the knee-length skirt tightly hugged her firm, full hips.
Genova immediately noticed that Lady Elane's leg seemed injured, as she walked with difficulty
, taking a step and then seemingly dragging her other foot, while letting out a sigh of uncontrollable pain.
There was no external injury, nor did it seem like a sprained ankle; rather, it was like a cramp from swimming.
"This is Elane. Please let her know if you need anything!"
"Sister Nova, I am Elane, a servant of God!" Lady Elane quietly approached Genova and bowed
.
Sensing something amiss, Genova glanced at Lady Elani again. She noticed that although Lady Elani
pretended not to recognize her, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes slightly moist, and her soft voice
seemed to hold a rising excitement.
As soon as Namtaryu left, Genova was about to embrace Lady Elani, but was
stopped by a stern look!
Genova immediately realized that perhaps the same "Eagle Eye I - Peeping" spell was installed here, just like with Seya.
A thought struck her: "Um, I'm not very familiar with the monastery yet. Could you show me around?"
The two left, and Lady Elani led them through a maze of turns until they arrived at a cheap little
hut deep in the garden. They went inside; it was the gardener's resting place!
"I just built this cabin the day before yesterday, so it should be safe!" Lady Elani relaxed as
she lay down on the small wooden bed meant for gardeners. "You've finally arrived. Has Harvin decided when to attack
?"
"Everything is ready. I just need to get a feel for the inner courtyard!"
Lady Elani patted the bed beside her. "This bed is really wide; it's enough for both of us to rest. Genova, rest
up. Go back to your quarters; you'd better be prepared for 'battle' tonight!"
"This is much more comfortable than that narrow single bed in the quarters," Genova said. "I hate
those cold, lifeless rooms in the nunnery. The blankets are so narrow and small, pieced together from who-knows-where.
And you have to lie properly on the bed, even in the coldest weather, you have to put your arms outside the covers."
“Just to prevent us from touching our own sinful bodies!” Lady Elane scoffed. “From
the first day I entered the monastery, I was told that we were God’s brides, that our souls and bodies belonged to God,
and that we were not even allowed to touch ourselves. But I never dreamed that my body, which I was to offer to God, would end up in whose
hands! What a despicable hypocrisy!”
A flicker of doubt crossed Genova’s mind. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, kind Genova, you don’t know what Sister Adela is.”
Genova quickly looked up: “Elanie!”
Her eyes widened. Elane stood up, took off her outer garment, and turned around, showing her her bare back.
Genova now understood the reason for Elane’s earlier actions. Her full buttocks were surrounded by crisscrossing
red welts, a shocking sight—the same numerous whip marks as those of Priestess Rosalie.
She was speechless. "When did this happen? These look recent."
"Two days ago. The night I arrived at this convent, Sister Adela called me to her room.
She said I needed to purify my soul. She said I was a restless fellow and she would beat the sins out of my body. I
was terrified, thinking she had discovered my identity. She made me lie between her knees, covered my face
with her thick robe, and muffled my groans. At first, with each blow, I
writhed and cried out in unbearable pain, but later… my skin began to itch, and my flesh seemed to tremble involuntarily,
yet she seemed to enjoy this torture."
Elaine paused for a moment. Her cheeks flushed slightly. "I think Mother Adela knows exactly how I felt,
because she didn't just beat me. When she stopped, and I was sobbing, she... she rubbed the whip
between my legs, then shoved her cold, hard fingers inside me. I couldn't bear it."
"My body began to writhe, my cheeks flushed, my buttocks burned and red, my heart raced. She
called me filthy in a soft, sharp voice, saying I was soft and red like a whore. But I actually enjoyed her teasing;
the harder she teased me, the more comfortable I felt. My breathing quickened, immersed in a pleasure I had never experienced before." "
Finally, she made me suck her fingers clean, then walked away without a word, leaving me lying on the floor,
sobbing softly. Oh, Genova, I... I don't know how to describe how I felt..."
Mrs. Elane's light brown eyes filled with tears. If she had been forcing herself to recount everything before
, now she was completely broken, her lips trembling uncontrollably. Genova put her arm around her and gently brushed her hair
.
A single, glistening tear slid down Genova's cheek; her mouth was dry, and a blush of shame spread across her face.
She hadn't wanted to tell her… but perhaps this was the time to banish the demons within her. She forced herself to speak.
" Come out.
" "When I came here just now, she treated Priestess Rosalie the same way!"
"Of course, all the beautiful peasant women have been summoned to the confessional by her. With your beauty inherited from the elves,
that old bitch probably wants to devour you whole! This time, she arranged for me to drag you to bed!"
In fact, Aunt Adela was only forty, not much older than Lady Elani, but the deeply resentful
Lady Elani still viciously called her "old bitch"!
...
The two returned to their quarters, but surprisingly, despite being on guard all night, nothing happened.
However, the following evening, Genova couldn't wait to drag Lady Elani to the little cabin in the garden.
"Elanne!" Genova's face flushed red. "This morning, she used the excuse that nuns had to do
chores to make me clean her room, and I didn't dare resist. The worst part was mopping the floor. I had to squat down and
wipe bit by bit, with Sister Adela watching. She made me roll up my shirt and skirt to my waist
and tie them up, so my buttocks were completely exposed. She said it was to keep
my clothes clean from the wet floor. I had to kneel and wipe back and forth repeatedly, and her eyes followed my buttocks,
even looking inside. I was so upset I almost cried."
"Did she use a whip on you?"
"No. She did everything she could to humiliate me. Then she seemed very strange, a terrible
light flashing in her eyes. I realized something was about to happen, so I finished mopping the floor as usual and got up to leave. My
face was flushed with shame. I hurriedly pulled down my skirt to cover myself, but Mother Adela wouldn't let me go. Her
eyes were burning as she stared at my lower abdomen, then down. I felt increasingly embarrassed and quickly covered
myself with my hands, but I didn't dare leave. Then she told me not to pull down my skirt and to go to the wooden bench where she was sitting.
I hesitated and didn't move. She got angry and threatened that if I didn't obey, she had even harsher ways to punish me. Then
she said I looked a little... "Oh, did you not wash properly?" I protested that I had washed properly, that I had
bathed the night before coming to the monastery. She didn't believe me, saying my hair was a mess and made me let it down over
my shoulders. "
Zenova paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "Her fingers ran through my hair, almost pulling it
. I felt the bench beneath me was cold and hard, and I quickly remembered to close my legs to cover some of my
exposed body. My legs were trembling. But if I moved, she would immediately hit my legs. After a while,
she made me lie on the bench, saying she needed to examine me properly. Elaine… I simply can't go on."
Elaine's soft fingers slid across Zenova's back. Her legs wrapped around one of Zenova's legs, gently
rubbing it. Zenova felt something wet sliding over her, and her whole body felt a little warm.
Her comrade said in a very soft, distant voice, "Go on. I want to know everything."
"I lay on that long, narrow bench. My skirt was still tied around my waist, and my legs were pressed tightly together, so tightly it
hurt. Mother Adela forcefully pulled them apart, her fingers sliding up my toes, ankles,
and calves—dry and cold. She examined my knees, judging the smoothness of my skin. Then she
stopped at my thighs and rubbed them hard a few times, making me almost cry. My instinctive reaction made me tighten my legs, and she
slapped me. 'Don't move,' she threatened, pulling my legs apart again. I was terrified;
there was a strange look on her face, a faint blush on her pale cheeks. I lay motionless,
her eyes scanning between my thighs. 'Spread your legs and put them on either side of the bench,' she commanded
. 'Don't resist, or you'll taste the whip. I want to see the ugliest part of you.'"
Elaine's breathing quickened. Genova felt her slowly move closer, gently rubbing against her, her body
warm. Elaine's lips lightly touched Genova's cheek, giving her a fleeting, delicate kiss.
"I can't resist," she whispered. "Think of your stunningly beautiful body,
displayed there so openly, smooth as jade, supple and alluring. I'm almost aroused. Keep
going, hurry, it helps me get rid of those painful memories, you don't mind, do you?"
Genova didn't care; in fact, she too was aroused by Elaine's movements. Her nipples hardened
, and her body grew hot. She focused, continuing her story.
"You can imagine how embarrassed I was. The room was cold, and I could clearly feel the chill emanating from the stool
. My buttocks were pressed against the stool so she could see what she wanted to see. I had never been in
such a humiliating situation; blood rushed to my face, making it burn. Was that enough? She told me
to get up, and I felt a sense of relief, thinking it was finally over. But she wasn't satisfied; she actually bent down and leaned closer to look.
I closed my eyes, resigning myself to fate, thinking I'd just treat it like working at an underground liaison station. I was afraid to look into her
wolfish eyes, which gleamed with greed, like she had spotted prey. She reached between my legs and
started touching and pinching me hard; I felt terrible."
"Then I felt her fingers part my labia and press down, causing the inside to protrude
. Tears slowly welled up in my tightly closed eyes. I hated everything she did in the name of God, but I couldn't
deny that at that moment, I felt a warm, comfortable sensation in my abdomen."
“‘Ah, that’s right, it’s obviously unclean!’ Mother Adela suddenly said, her voice a little strange
. ‘I’ll teach you how to do it.’”
“I had an urge to back away. I didn’t dare open my eyes. Suddenly, something warm and wet was wriggling around my genitals
. I was both surprised and suspicious. It took me a while to realize that it was Mother Adela’s tongue! I opened my eyes and saw
her head bobbing around beneath me, busy ‘cleaning’ my genitals! She licked my labia, then my
thighs and lower abdomen. I felt swollen and painful, and groaned as I lifted my buttocks to rub against her dry lips. She laughed wildly
, calling me a slut, but didn’t seem to mind. She would occasionally slap me, not a real slap, but just
to increase my pleasure. Then, her tongue went deeper, and I felt her fingers gripping
my buttocks tightly.”
"Her two dry fingers hurt me, and I convulsed, my legs straightened, my waist bent, my lower abdomen
thrust out, and I left her mouth. Mother Adela, breathing heavily, slowly released her hand, trembling, and stood up."
"'Alright, now you're clean,' she said. 'Take off your skirt and get out.'" "
I staggered away, as if fleeing, and came here. I was
embarrassed by the pleasure I had just experienced. But later—I must admit—I even craved her actions. Her skill
was even better than Harvin's!"
"Oh, Genova," Elaine groaned, wrapping her arms around her waist, grasping her buttocks, her genitals
rubbing more and more fiercely against Genova's thighs. "I feel so real, kiss me... oh, kiss my lips
, please."
"Elane, don't do this!" Genova calmly pushed Lady Elane away. "I think the secret of the inner courtyard
is: it's where Mother Adela indulged in debauchery. She maintains a facade of chastity
while secretly establishing this inner courtyard to protect her secret! So, I think we can attack!
Otherwise, I can't take this kind of life anymore!"
"Hmm!" Elane acquiesced, pressing her voluptuous body against hers. "Let's have some fun first
. I can't take this kind of life anymore..."
————————————————————
Several days later, the inner courtyard of Vesta Monastery.
In the solemn and majestic chapel, beams of multicolored light streamed down from the skylight, falling on the statue of the goddess in the center of the altar
, then softly bathing the entire chapel. Bathed in this sacred splendor, everyone felt
as if their souls had been cleansed.
A noblewoman from the renowned Hart family of the empire was devoutly kneeling before the goddess.
Her black gown, embroidered with gold thread, fit her perfectly, revealing her alluring curves. Perhaps due to
the heat of the starry night, there was no other covering beneath the gown; the low neckline revealed a glimpse of her full cleavage,
and the lines of her buttocks were clearly defined.
When she leaned forward in prayer, her ripe breasts almost burst through the gown, the fleshy mounds of her buttocks
clearly visible, and her drooping, swollen nipples forming prominent protrusions. Even though the chapel was filled with women,
the soft sounds of swallowing could be heard.
The ancient wooden door to the confessional was gently pushed open.
"Ring...ring..."
Vin Hart, sitting in the chair inside the confessional, pulled the small brass bell. Those who entered here were
determined to confess sinful memories to the nuns, to free their souls from further torment.
"Children of the Goddess, pour out your troubles, and God will bless you, Amen!"
A familiar voice drifted from the dimly lit little house. Vin Hart thought carefully;
it was the gentle voice of Abbess Adela of the Vista Monastery who had just received her.
"Um, I...I want to confess to the Lord something I did...Seven days ago, I...and my sister
...had...a relationship beyond...sisterhood..."
Vin Hart stammered.
"Madam, please don't be afraid. Speak your mind freely; only the Almighty God is listening
to your voice."
"Um...okay, it's like this..."
Vin Hart slowly recounted her carefully crafted story: She was a viscountess of the Hart family
, a commoner. Her husband had died shortly after their marriage, but recently, her widowed sister had come to visit
her. Her widowed sister first presented her with a Tokyo-hot from the Sky City of the Gods.
The N201 Iron Man first demonstrated this puppet designed for intimate female service to Wen Hart. Finally,
the two engaged in a forbidden relationship beyond sisterhood before her husband's spirit tablet!
Wen Hart initially wanted to skip over those erotic scenes, but under the gentle guidance of that sweet voice
, she slowly revealed them. Describing the shameful actions and recalling
the ecstatic sensations she and her sister had experienced, Wen Hart's face gradually
flushed, and her voice softened. Coupled with the faint
sounds of moans and panting that seemed to emanate from somewhere, a lewd atmosphere permeated the sacred space!
"So, do you hate your sister?"
After listening to Wen Hart's confession and remaining silent for a while, the voice suddenly asked a question.
"I...I...I don't...know!"
Wen Hart feigned confusion.
But the voice seemed to see right through her soul, instantly bringing out her unspeakable thoughts
.
"You didn't hate her, did you? That means you don't feel disgusted by what she did to you.
On the contrary, you seem to like everything she did!"
"No...no...that's not it...that's not it..."
"You don't believe me? Then try repeating what she did to you and see if you feel disgusted."
"No! I...I don't want to..."
Vin Hart gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, her face filled with terror.
"Relax...relax...relax..."
The elusive voice possessed a dizzying magic that made Vin Hart feel dizzy. Her hands slowly loosened
, and Vin Hart sat in the chair, breathing irregularly.
"You...I..."
"Don't think about anything, relax deeply...relax...relax your whole body..."
Vin Hart's head slowly drooped, her rapid breathing gradually calming, a sense of peace
engulfing her soul.
You will carefully recall what happened that night, the things that brought you immense joy. You
will find yourself deeply immersed in the pleasure, and you may even feel that you want to relive those
things now, those things that brought you immense joy. "
Yes… those things that brought me immense joy…"
Wen Hart murmured to herself, her hand slowly moving to her chest, quietly unbuttoning the first
button of her dress, then the second, the third… The black dress softly opened to the sides,
immediately exposing her black plum blossom patterned bra with a pinkish-red background. Wen Hart gently pulled down the tight bra
, and a pair of soft, round breasts immediately sprang out, their pink nipples already proudly erect
.
“Mmm… mmm…”
Wen Hart grasped one breast in each hand, slowly kneading them; her warm palms
rolled back and forth over the firm nipples.
"You've rediscovered that comfortable feeling, but... it's not enough. You'll find yourself
needing more of it. You can do it with confidence, just do it, don't worry about what's going on outside,
because here it's just you... just you..."
Enticed by that highly suggestive voice, Wen Hart used one hand to lift her skirt up to her waist.
A thin, ultra-thin pair of panties tightly hugged her round, firm buttocks, the wet patch of pink and watery fabric in the center
so conspicuous.
Slender fingers placed on the center of the wet patch, tentatively exploring and touching.
"Ah... so comfortable..."
Wen Hart leaned back in her chair, her long, black hair swaying gently like willow branches in the wind;
her half-naked body writhed gently with the caresses of her hands.
"Mmm...mmm..."
The lewd panting echoed through the wall, as if resonating, and the intense heat seemed to be coming again. Vin
Hart's elegant fingers moved even more rapidly, welcoming the surging pleasure. Just as the climax was about to arrive
...
Vin Hart's leg straightened as if in ecstasy, and he kicked open the partition door between them!
The dignified and virtuous Abbess of Vista Monastery, Sister Adela, leaned against the wall, her snow-white legs spread wide,
her hand inside her skirt, her fingers exploring her moist vulva. Her licentious waist swayed back and forth in response, her other
hand kneading her full breasts, which were exposed by her blouse. Her rosy tongue hung limply, a
strand of saliva escaping from the corner of her mouth. Her dazed eyes had lost their usual purity; the female inquisitor was completely immersed in the sweetness of self-sufficiency
.
The partition door was kicked open in an instant. Whether from the shock of realizing her shameful state or from the overwhelming
fright of being witnessed, Mother Adela was like prey stalked by a dragon, completely immobilized.
While Vin Hart's face still flushed a peculiar red, and her blouse was buttoned backwards, her upper
garment was at least neatly dressed, and her skirt was down.
"Mother Adela! What are you doing?" Vin Hart asked.
Her voice sounded even more seductive than when she had described the erotic scene.
(Could it be that she wasn't... uh... now's not the time to think about such things.) Mother
Adela snapped out of her reverie and hurriedly began to straighten her open clothing, replying hesitantly,
"Madam! I am shocked and bewildered by your sin. How could such
a relationship occur between two women?"
The air was thick with lewdness, and obscene fluid still clung to Mother Adela's pale thighs.
Vin Hart stared at Sister Adela's ample breasts as they slowly disappeared beneath her collar, a sinister smile creeping across his face:
"Confused? Lying is taboo for nuns."
Vin Hart gently lifted Nana's black skirt, revealing a damp patch at the bottom of her white panties
, a symbol of purity. The contrast between her mature aura and the saintly nun created an atmosphere of lewdness. Under the lewd gaze of a fellow woman,
Sister Adela instinctively clutched her bra. The action, meant to conceal, was instead provoked by instinct, causing her breasts
to swell in a wanton shape beneath the unbuttoned bodice.
A sudden cold sweat extinguished Sister Adela's burning desire. She flung open the door,
ready to run. Just then, Vin Hart's strong hand reached out, grabbing her raised hand and
pulling her back into the confessional before she could even cry out. The door slammed shut behind her.
"Ah!"
Unable to stop herself, Sister Adela fell into a warm embrace. Struggling, she looked up
.
Faint sunlight filtered through the window cracks, illuminating Wen Hart with a mysterious allure.
Her own erect nipples slipped out of her clothes during the struggle, brushing against her delicate bodice!
"Let me go! Madam! What are you doing!"
Sister Adela growled!
"Don't make a sound! There are many nuns outside who admire you!"
The convent had suddenly become much busier; there were bound to be many young nuns cleaning nearby
!
Thinking this, Sister Adela's voice lowered further: "Madam, your actions are extremely impolite. If
you don't let go, I will accuse you of indecent assault!" A glint flashed in her eyes: "Let everyone see! Everyone can see that the partition between us was 　　kicked down
from your side!" 　　In this critical moment, Sister Adela immediately noticed this detail! 　　Wen Hart grinned maliciously, taking out a magic orb and waving it in front of her eyes. 　　A 　　surge of heat rushed to Granny Adela's head, rendering her incapable of thought or action. 　　Inside the magic orb, Granny Adela leaned slumped against the wall, her eyes tightly closed, a blissful 　　smile on her face, her bright red lips parted wide in ecstasy, shamelessly drooling. Her legs were spread wide in a wanton manner 　　, and red and white nectar seeped from her disheveled panties. 　　The swamp elf witch's exclusive spell, "Eagle Eye II - Imaging"! This was 　　an advanced version of spying magic that could create a magical screen to observe the activities of other spaces, and it could be recorded onto the magic orb using magical energy 　　! 　　"Hehe, Granny Adela doesn't want this magic orb to be copied countless times and spread throughout the empire, does she?" 　　(This is a premeditated plan! This spell must be secretly installed here with a spying eye! I'm better than her...)

She needed to get into the confessional early; she wouldn't have had a chance to install this spying eye! (There's a traitor in the convent!)
But now, Sister Adela couldn't imagine the scene of this magic ball being revealed to the world; her body and mind
were on the verge of collapse.
"As long as you cooperate, I guarantee no one else will see this magic ball!"
Vin Hart's devilish voice murmured in Sister Adela's ear. She
gently tossed Sister Adela's nun's cap, like a fluttering butterfly, letting it fly away from Sister Adela's head and
out of the confessional.
Sister Adela, who always paid attention to her appearance, let her hair fall loosely, her bangs plastered
to her skin with sweat, looking somewhat disheveled. Although her features weren't exquisitely beautiful, they possessed a subtle sense of holiness
. Her deep red inquisitor's robes, without many embellishments, were a simple attire, yet still exuded a sensual
charm.
Vin Hart abruptly pulled off the blouse of the dazed Adela, to her surprise, Adela
possessed such a voluptuous and sensual body beneath the thick, deep red robes! Her breasts were as full as ripe
white peaches, seemingly ready to drip with sweet juice.
Adela was then spun around and pressed against the wall, her hands slipping under her armpits to grasp and
knead the swaying breasts with abandon; the sensation was indescribably smooth and satisfying, the areolas, like tender red berries
, covering most of her palms, rolling back and forth, stimulating her hot skin.
While one hand roamed freely over Adela's naked upper body, the other began to unfasten
the waist buttons of her long red dress with black trim, slowly pulling it open. With Adela's writhing movements, the dress quickly slipped down
to her ankles, revealing her beautiful, white legs.
"So smooth."
Vin Hart held one leg in each hand, caressing the smooth skin with affection as she
slowly parted Aunt Adela's legs. The delicate texture, different from the real touch of a woman's body, possessed a unique
allure. The taut cotton fabric revealed a hidden treasure, the soft sound of it tearing
arousing Vin's desire until a crack appeared on the flawless surface.
Inch by inch, the second layer of skin clung to her, revealing a body whiter than stockings, radiating a dazzling luster.
Her shy legs bent inwards, her long, straight, fair
legs lying obediently on her swollen mound.
—Even her underwear was as pure white as an angel's.
Although she preferred the ornate and wanton attire of a prostitute, or the nakedness symbolizing a slave's status,
Vin was thankful that the holy aura emanating from this beautiful sacrifice did not disappoint her.
"No!"
The tight-fitting shorts were forced off her body! What came into view was an exquisite piece of equipment!
It was a very delicate chastity belt. A shiny black iron ring wrapped around Mother Adela's waist and hips,
crossing tightly with another iron ring between her legs to form a cross, covering her smooth, white buttocks and locking it behind her.
In the front, a sizable iron plate perfectly covered her entire mons pubis, leaving only a
tiny gap at the urethra—a gap not large enough for urine to flow smoothly, so a faint, musky smell permeated her crotch
.
This chastity belt was made by Hephaestus, one of the gods of the Golden Age, who discovered
his wife, Aphrodite, having an affair with her brother, Ares, the god of war. To prevent his wife from cheating again,
Hephaestus, the patron god of blacksmiths, forged this chastity belt for her, preventing her from having
sexual intercourse with any man other than her husband.
At the founding of the Church of Light, the goddess advocated abstinence, and the monks adopted a large number of abstinence-related garments and issued them throughout
the country. Even secular couples were required to wear bodysuits that only exposed their crotches during intercourse,
and were only allowed to use the missionary position (man on top). The torture inflicted on women was even more appalling! During
the reign of Queen Elizabeth I of the Holy Falcon Empire, she even required all women in the empire to undergo breast compression surgery, using
corsets made entirely of animal bones to flatten their breasts. Women with full breasts
were forced to wear tight, inelastic corsets, with whalebone, wood, or metal used to press their breasts into washboards, sometimes
causing nipples to sink in, and in severe cases, ribs to break.
As followers of the goddess—the nuns—they were required to wear these chastity belts!
The complex structure of the iron bands crossed over the nuns' lower bodies, and the shiny iron cage closed off
everything they wanted.
But could this stop Vin Hart?
Vin Hart's hand pressed down firmly on Mother Adela's still-pulsating buttocks. Mother Adela suddenly
felt something hard pressing against her buttocks. She turned her head and opened her eyes to see that Vin Hart
had somehow removed her skirt and was now straddling her behind. Between her legs, a
white tail, resembling a male symbol, was twisting forward!
The tip of the tail was not as large as a male glans, and the shaft was much thinner and longer,
covered with tiny bumps.
The erect tail pressed against the metal object between her legs, its sharp tip like a venomous snake slithering through the crevice, impatiently sniffing the female
inquisitor's unique scent. The not-so-strong, refreshing aroma had a peculiar sweetness, and
a strange secretion seeped from the concave part of the tail tip.
Mother Adela clutched her breasts tightly, crying out, "! You...you
...you are a devil, a succubus who tempts people to fall!"
Surprisingly, Mother Adela's voice held an barely suppressed joy, lacking
the fear Vin Hart had expected!
"Do you think I don't know your plan?" Adela said calmly. "Yesterday, the rebels
wreaked havoc in a town a day's journey from here. The troops near the monastery were all mobilized to support them; even if they return now, it
will be a day from now! And at least half the women in this monastery are your subordinates, aren't they?"
"You know that's good. The outer monastery is already under our control. You should revolt and join our revolution."
"Go for it!" The chapel doors opened, and the thirteen committee members, Sister Catherine, Instructor Seyia, Gwyneth
, Martina, and others entered one after another.
"Ah, I loved you so much, making you the head of the outer court!" Sister Adela glanced at
Lady Elani, who had infiltrated the convent under the alias E.
"You and I are enemies; these schemes only prove your stupidity!" Vin Hart waved his hand, and
the heroines who had infiltrated the chapel surrounded them. Having easily defeated
Sister Catherine, who was also a seventh-rank Inquisitor, at Laszlo Manor, they were much stronger. With
the addition of Sister Catherine, Seyia, Gwyneth, Martina, and others, who were also seventh-rank, dealing with a seventh-rank Inquisitor like Adela
should not be difficult.
As Vin Hart and the others surrounded her, Mother Adela sneered, "Goddess of Light, Your follower
Adela begs Your favor!"
Adela clasped her hands together, activating the magic circle in the inner courtyard, enveloping the chapel in golden divine light. All the doors were
sealed by the golden light, turning it into a golden cage.
The goddess statue behind her suddenly opened its eyes, staring at Vin Hart and the others. The goddess statue of Vesta Monastery
was personally built by Vesta Sena during the founding of the empire, and over a hundred years it had gathered
the condensed power of the wishes of millions of goddess believers.
Now, driven by Mother Adela, she was like an avatar of the goddess descending, possessing an aura surpassing that of a ninth-order being
!
In an instant, the chapel seemed to transform into an earthly divine kingdom, rippling in boundless golden divine light.
Vin Hart and the others looked up, facing the compassionate and serene golden face of the goddess statue. Time seemed
to stand still; the goddess statue appeared to stand outside of time and space. Though merely a statue, devoid of expression
, it seemed to possess a more vivid and graceful expression than the diverse female soldiers, even surpassing the renowned
Vin Hart himself in beauty.
Countless emotions seemed to flow and surge across the golden goddess's face, revealing no arrogance,
appearing even more serene than mortals, yet unapproachable, overlooking the chapel.
Under the goddess's gaze, Vin Hart and the others suddenly felt a stiffness in their bodies, their vision enveloped in a faint
golden light, and they were completely paralyzed! This was
"Blindness," a light-based blood magic (PS: English 6 magic, non-English
3 double blindness), rendering the caster unable to move or attack! And this goddess statue was casting "Mass
Blindness"!
"I told you, the outcome was decided before the battle even began!" Aunt Adela suppressed her inner joy.
(So this was the secret of the inner courtyard of Vista Abbey. No wonder Aunt Adela dared to dismiss all her helpers and
fight against so many of them all by herself!)
"Goblins, dwarves, demon infants, cavemen, centaurs, gnolls, harpies—so many ugly
creatures! Elves, half-elves, flower fairies—such beautiful creatures! And a barbarian!" Though she couldn't see them,
she could feel Aunt Adela surveying the area.
"How beautiful. You must be their leader, Haven? Or perhaps a succubus!" She felt
Aunt Adela's wet, sticky tongue curl around her earlobe, gently licking it. One finger pressed against her full breasts, while the other,
more wicked hand reached around Haven's mysterious valley and grabbed her alluring tail!
"What do you want?"
"Don't worry, I won't hand you over to the Empire! I've prepared a dungeon for you here in the monastery
, where you'll spend the rest of your lives. I'll take good care of you! Free yourself from worldly shackles and
enjoy my love to the fullest! Anyway, you're going to fall into depravity, so why not indulge yourselves under God's mercy! As for
these cumbersome clothes, you won't need them anymore in the future!"
A series of hissing sounds rang out, and Haven felt her last remaining underwear loosen, her sensitive flesh exposed to the
slightly cold air...
"No!" At that moment! Mother Adela's desperate scream rang in her ears!
Haven felt her body relax, and the golden light that had enveloped her eyes slowly dissipated. She blinked and saw that she and the
others were standing naked in the chapel, their clothes scattered all over the floor... short and sturdy goblin leather armor, robust and sturdy
centaur saddle armor, the most common nun's uniform in the monastery, and all sorts of underwear and bras, it was practically
all-encompassing. The Blindness spell emanating from the goddess statue's eyes was instead concentrated in
Lady Elani's chest!
Upon closer inspection, it was the Eternal Necklace, the artifact gifted to Lady Elani by the master craftsman Kari Wildhammer,
that absorbed the light from the goddess statue!
"No, no! How could you possess Lord Vesta's Eternal Necklace?!" The Blindness spells on everyone else
had been dispelled, leaving only Adela enveloped in golden light. The situation had completely reversed, and
Harvin's side had gained the upper hand!
"Where did you get this 'Eternal Necklace'? And what about the 'Alba War Spear' and the 'Nag Dragon Armor'?"
Adela asked in fear, "Eh, answer me!"
"I'm not Eh, my name is Elane, Elane Sena!" Lady Elane, using the alias Eh, explained,
"This necklace is a relic of my ancestor."
"Sena, so you are a descendant of Lord Vesta. No wonder you received a response from the artifact, no wonder the goddess
was at your command!" Adela said sadly, "The 'Eternal Necklace' left behind by Lord Vesta
has this function!"
At this moment, Harvin and the others realized that the goddess statue in the Vesta Monastery was
personally built by Lady Elane's ancestor, Vesta Sena. Therefore, the 'Eternal Necklace' left by Vesta, combined with Sena's bloodline, gained
control of the goddess statue, thus enabling them to successfully break through Adela's ambush and subdue her!
...
"Hmm... Hmm..."
Adela slowly woke up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and opened her eyes.
After being controlled by Havin and the others, the demonic infant Ash cast over ten "Magic Siphon" spells on herself,
completely draining her magic power. Only then did they feel comfortable releasing Adela from her restraints. For a...
For a seventh-tier Holy Inquisitor, a pure magic profession, losing magic points is almost like being a peasant woman!
Not only that, but Harvin stripped her completely naked!!!
Adela clearly felt her tightly closed petals slowly bloom under the sting of the chastity belt,
and nectar slowly seeped out; her lifeless gaze swept downwards, only to be blocked by two gradually swelling breasts,
the buds at their peaks ignoring their inner protests, standing tall and proud.
Harvin's hands and tongue caressed her smooth skin, bringing even greater stimulation.
"No!" Panic, fear, and resistance gripped her body as she struggled free from Harvin's embrace,
leaning forward to one side, and forcefully pushing open the half-closed wooden door of the chapel.
With a loud "bang," the wooden door was forced open, and Mother Adela turned her head, only to witness
a scene she would never forget: on the chapel floor, Priestess Rosalie lay prone, her buttocks raised high, thrusting back and forth
, moaning softly; standing behind Rosalie, Lady Elane gripped her
snowy buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting the upside-down broom handle back and forth, the drooping mop violently slapping Rosalie's buttocks
, producing a series of lewd slapping sounds.
Before the shrine, the petite Sister Namtaruru gripped the top edge of the shrine with both hands,
her body bent into a bow, her supple form undulating like waves, pleading for
mercy with cries of "No!" A pair of strong hands reached out from under Namtaruru's armpits, grasping and
kneading her small breasts roughly. Her long, slender legs were tightly wrapped around Namtaruru, guiding her to
the rhythm of the assault.
...
Sister Adela, stunned by her disciple's lewd act, gaped, speechless,
staring blankly, breathing heavily.
These were punishments she had once inflicted on them!
Moreover, countless eyes from the women in the outer courtyard who had come to her were watching their female
mentor and Havin's "spectacular performance."
Some were excited, some confused, and some were filled with a mixture of shame and excitement.
"Hey, Rosalie, aren't you excited to see your mother like this? So much juice is flowing out down there
."
Lady Elani teased Rosalie's ear while thrusting her lower body forcefully inside.
"Hoo hoo...it's such a strange feeling...hoo hoo..."
Rosalie's voice, deliberately suppressed, described her confusion.
"Hehe, then you still have a lot to learn from your teacher! Alright, go!"
After a particularly loud cry of agony echoed throughout the chapel, Rosalie, lying on the ground, was
pushed forward by the mop in Lady Elani's hand, her snow-white, high-perched buttocks trembling slightly as she
writhed forward along the direction of the mop!
Meanwhile, Namtaru, under Genova's caresses, also reached her climax, her tender garden spasming,
streams of nectar gushing from the depths of her flower core; at the same time, her limp body collapsed limply under the shrine,
curled up into a ball, moaning 'woo woo'.
E and Nova rose to their feet, standing naked before Adela, scrutinizing her with keen interest.
Adela's gaze was immediately drawn to them, not to Lady Elani's mature,
voluptuous, and robust naked body, nor to Genova's delicate, alluring elven face with its pointed ears and radiant smile , but to the pure white 　　male symbols,
slick with her disciples' nectar, erect before their round, firm buttocks . 　　Exhausted after being subjected to a "Magic Siphon" by the demonic infant Ash, Adela was limply dragged 　　back to the chapel. The intense struggle had drained all her strength, and the "Magic 　　Siphon" had left her mentally drained, her head still buzzing. Tiny beads of sweat dampened her 　　pale body, and a glint of light shone in her deep eyes, slowly turning into clear streams that 　　slid down her flushed cheeks. 　　"Elanne, what are you doing... ahh..." 　　Lady Elanne followed into the chapel, squatted down, and her slender fingers pinched Adela's engorged nipple, 　　gently scratching it with her nails and then letting it bounce back. 　　"Wow..." 　　As if reaching a critical point, the extremely painful stinging sensation under Elanne's fingers instantly transformed 　　into a strong pleasure, rushing straight to her brain, making Adela scream involuntarily. 　　"No... stop..." 　　Faced with Elanne's provocation, Adela, with the little remaining reason, gasped and pleaded. 　　"Hehe... it seems our headmaster's pleasure isn't enough, Harvin! Let me have a turn." 　　Adela then realized that the noble lady who had seduced her was actually another leader of the rebels—Harvin! 　　Harvin had already completely squeezed the into the inner layer of the , and the tail with a row of supple little barbs 　　rubbed and moved between Adela's labia, bringing the most subtle sensations. 　　Under the strange stimulation, the moist flower path contracted powerfully, secreting a large amount of nectar, 　　slowly enticing the huge penis deeper, but the narrow gap of the chastity belt prevented it from penetrating fully and satisfyingly 　　. 　　"Dream on! I can handle her myself!" 　　Havin stubbornly thrust repeatedly, but the delicate chastity belt repeatedly 　　pushed back the entrance to the "Devil's Tail" before it closed in the narrow slit. But this movement, this friction, made 　　Adela's flower path hotter and wetter. 　　"Mmm...I...I...take...off..." 　　Adela mumbled, she could no longer bear this tantalizing stimulation, the raging lust 　　burning so brightly that she forgot her faith. 　　"No! I don't believe I can't break this damn thing!" 　　Havin, drenched in sweat, gritted his teeth and thrust in and out with all his might. 　　"Ah!" 　　The resilient steel "Chastity Belt" finally surrendered to endless desire. Breaking through the barrier, the "Devil 　　's Tail" mustered its remaining strength and thrust all the way in, striking Adela's deepest core.

It was like being deflowered again, but without the tearing pain. Instead, there was only
the endless pleasure of intimate contact and friction with the long-awaited phallus. With a final, powerful thrust of the "Devil's Tail" into her flower core,
Adela felt her flower palace tremble, and copious amounts of nectar gushed forth without end.
"Hoo hoo... finally done... hehe!"
Haven laughed triumphantly, panting heavily, swaying his hips and beginning wave after wave of thrusting. With each movement
, their nectar splashed everywhere. Adela's chastity belt was already soaked through, even
leaving puddles on the sacred chapel floor.
Lady Elani joined in, using her hair to brush Adela's back,
swaying her head back and forth like a brush. She let the ends of her hair touch Adela's anus, gently parting her round
buttocks and flicking them with her tongue.
Jenova's movements became much wilder: her strong hands grasped Adela's firm, elastic breasts,
kneading them into various shapes like dough; or she would bite down hard on her swollen nipples, then
pull them back forcefully, lifting the entire breast, before suddenly releasing it, letting it bounce back and
tremble.
Haven's hands, meanwhile, reached forward from under her armpits onto Adela's full breasts,
caressing them rhythmically along their smooth curves.
The accumulated hunger, coupled with the surging pleasure, slowly overwhelmed Adela's remaining reason. When Rosalie and Namtaru
each held her feet, sucking and licking each of her toes, Adela's thoughts of
teacher-student relationships and ethics vanished completely. Her mature, delicate body, glistening with fragrant sweat, instinctively writhed
in response to the student's teasing, moaning and groaning ecstatically, fully satisfying the intense, shameful demands of her flesh.
"Ugh...good...ah..."
Under the stimulation from multiple angles—up, down, front, and back—Adela quickly reached her first long-awaited climax. Her pointed
chin jerked upwards, her wide-open mouth emitting joyful sobs, her sweat-soaked body convulsing uncontrollably
.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The succubus Harvin's "Demon Tail" and Lady Elani's "Male" form, invented by the goblin Grancher
, simultaneously thrust within her, impacting Misa's sensitive body through a thin membrane,
one after the other, as if in response, ravaging Adela. Her full breasts were being kneaded by some unknown hand,
every part of Adela's body being violated simultaneously, even her mouth was forced into a passionate kiss with Namtar.
"Ah...it's happening again..."
Adela screamed, her full buttocks writhing wildly beneath the "Devil's Tail," her sweat-drenched
body radiating a sensual glow.
Watching the vibrant, ecstatic expression on Adela's usually stern face, Namtarru
silently savored the phrase that had always echoed in her mind: (After transcending the moral constraints that bind people,
one will experience supreme pleasure...)
Haven slowly withdrew the "Devil's Tail" from Adela's body, and with a "thud," Adela
collapsed limply to the ground, utterly exhausted and unconscious. Rosalie quickly rushed over, expertly cleaning up the mess, 　　licking away every drop of sweat and nectar from her
unconscious mentor's body with her delicate tongue . 　　Adela, her eyes tightly closed, immersed in the most pleasurable climax, vaguely heard 　　the laughter of Haven and Lady Elani. 　　In the sacred chapel of Vesta Monastery, the swaying bodies, coupled with the faint 　　groans emanating from the outer courtyard and the pervasive aroma of carnal pleasure, created a strange, decadent atmosphere, seemingly tempting 　　the nuns, lost in lust, to sell themselves. 　　———————————————————— 　　In the 154th year of the Imperial Calendar, the Adela Inquisitor, on whom the Empire had placed its hopes, also failed. This failure not only 　　led to the fall of Vesta Monastery, the eastern fortress that had guarded the Griffin Empire for over a century, and the entire eastern part of the Empire falling into the hands of rebels , but 　　also placed the capital under threat of rebellion 　　because the Griffin Plains, from Vesta Monastery to the capital, were entirely undefended ! In 　　the Star Moon (May), the decisive battle finally broke out on the Griffin Plains! 　　Harvin led an army of over 60,000 peasant soldiers, under the command of more than a dozen heroes, and deployed 　　a continuous line of guns across the plains! All of this was thanks to the talent "Revolution V - Revolutionary 　　Commander" 　　that Haven gained after conquering Adela and being promoted to a seventh-tier chairman. Revolutionaries promoted to seventh-tier chairman can break through the hero's troop command limit of 65535 (PS: Why 　　65535? A sneaky FPE laugh!), becoming the leader of a large legion commanding other heroes. 　　Simultaneously, due to the "Three Laws of Adela," all the women gathered at the Vista Monastery became Haven's 　　comrades. Working day and night, they finally evolved all the peasants in the occupied territories into Red Army units—fourth- 　　tier peasant armies. A portion of them, equipped with dwarven gear from [Snowy Military Industry], evolved into fourth-tier sentry units. 　　This formed an infantry formation with high-defense sentry units in the front and high-damage peasant armies attacking with spears in the rear 　　. 　　On the opposite side was the Holy Griffin Empire's last and most powerful force—the Holy Sun Knights! 　　The Griffin Empire had many knights, but only those recognized by the angels could join the Holy Sun Knights. 　　They are commonly known as the Knights of the Sun, elite warriors of light who ride magnificent, pure white warhorses summoned from the divine realm 　　. These magical mounts are said to be able to gallop even along the faintest rays of light. Each of their helmets 　　is adorned with a white feather—a feather from an angel's wing. Knights of the Sun who possess this feather can 　　use some of the powers exclusive to angels; they can heal wounded followers of the goddess—nuns, priests, 　　paladins, etc.—but cannot revive severely wounded teammates. 　　The Knights of the Sun are soldiers who have accepted a divine mission. They have signed personal contracts with the goddess, the 　　contents of which generally include defeating specific enemies or finding special items. Once sworn in, 　　the Knights of the Sun rarely remain in one place, becoming true wandering knights, roaming far and wide in pursuit of their mission.

During wartime, the Holy Griffin Empire recalled these Sun Knights to protect its land. The Sun Knights'
commitment to the Empire was more important than their personal duties.
At the forefront of the knightly legion was their commander, Godric, riding a
warhorse as crystalline as a snow sculpture. His armor was bathed in the golden light of the rising sun, his resolute face expressionless
, except for his chillingly sharp eyes.
He surveyed the peasant army that outnumbered the knights by more than ten, and smiled contemptuously: "Charge!"
The urgent bugle call sounded, and the Sun Knights on horseback seemed to instantly
ignite a blazing light in their cold eyes! The enemy and their dense, solid ranks were right there, but the Sun Knights' eyes
showed no hesitation!
Forward! Forward! Only forward!
The Empire's bugles sounded, and the tide of paladins surged forward, the dense charging ranks
charging ahead!
"Hold on!" Under the command of the heroes of the Thirteen Women's Army, the foremost sentries raised towering
shields, while the rebels behind them thrust their spears through the gaps.
But at that moment, Godric, charging at the very front of the column, suddenly raised his lance, his body still
taut! Having already reached the rebel front, he suddenly swung his lance fiercely!
Godric slammed into the first rank of shields formed by the sentries, and with a deafening crash, his lance
shattered two massive shields in front of him, sending several sentries hiding behind them flying! Godric
charged into the gap, his lance sweeping across, leaving a trail of blood!
Immediately behind him, more paladins charged onto the shield wall, and the first rank was instantly
covered in fallen men and horses, but even more numerous were the breaches created by the volleys! The first
wave of paladins who stormed into the gap suffered the heaviest losses!
But these Holy Knights of the Blazing Sun seemed utterly oblivious to death! Almost
the instant they charged through the breach, they thrust their lances fiercely at the nearest enemy!
Ignoring the countless spears piercing them from all sides, they did not flinch. Even when pierced, they used their last ounce of strength to spur their horses into the densest part of the enemy ranks! 　　Blood
splattered everywhere ! Slaughter and screams filled the air! 　　Countless mangled limbs flew up and crashed against the sentry infantry ranks like a torrent, wave after 　　wave crashing against the bank, creating ever-growing spray! The first shield wall was almost instantly and 　　completely destroyed! 　　The front rank of sentries was crushed to pieces by this surging torrent of iron! Godric, the first to charge into the enemy 　　ranks, had his lance broken. He had already drawn his sword, and with a single swing, 　　several heads flew off! 　　His warhorse was overturned by spears thrusting from all directions. Godric leaped from his horse 　　and charged towards Haven, who was surrounded by the densest crowd! His body slammed heavily 　　onto several spears; some were broken by his paladin armor, while others 　　pierced right through him! 　　Godric frantically swung his longsword, cutting down the spears. Several Sun 　　Paladins behind him raised their lances, and silver, holy light descended upon Godric. With a roar, Godric snatched 　　a spear from a rebel and continued charging towards Haven. This charge seemed to 　　restore his strength and spirit from his severe injuries to their peak. Seven or eight rebels in front of and behind him were instantly thrown back by the massive shockwave 　　; those standing close were instantly torn to pieces! 　　"Layhands," the active skill of the Sun Paladin. It can heal friendly units within the Paladin's 　　movement range, fully restoring their health but not resurrecting them, while also removing negative magical status 　　effects from the target! 　　The fully healed Godric's spear tip had already reached within ten meters of Haven! 　　Haven's face was deathly pale, her eyes fixed on Godric! She couldn't believe that 　　the countless gold coins earned by her revolutionary women comrades through sacrifice, the superior weapons and armor forged by dwarven master craftsmen that formed the Sentinel and Rebel Army, and 　　the elite Sentinel Legion of over twenty thousand at the forefront, 　　were being forced to retreat step by step under the charge of the Empire's thousand-plus Sun Paladins! 　　The front lines of defense, the square formations, crumbled one by one, layer upon layer, crumbling away… 　　“Stop him…stop him…stop him…” Standing beside Harvin, Genova trembled violently, 　　her words trembling as she spoke in a low, stammering voice. Seeing Godric closing in—eight meters, seven meters, five meters— 　　she shuddered uncontrollably and suddenly roared, as if releasing all the fear in her heart 　　. 　　Harvin snorted, and a golden light shot from her palm towards Godric—a level five light magic, “ 　　Word of Light”! 　　Harvin, already a seventh-tier mage with succubus blood, was a magic-wielding professional. However, because Sena Town had risen so rapidly 　　, towns without a strong foundation couldn't learn advanced magic. Even at the high-level seventh tier, she could only cast 　　a few primitive spells like Fireball. 　　It wasn't until she mastered the sixth-tier "Revolution V - Revolutionary Organization" that she could share 　　equipment and resources with other heroes. At this time, Lady Elani's "Eternal Necklace" was fully charged, so the two split it in 　　two. Lady Elani, a physical class, wore the "Eternal - Life Pendant," using her " 　　Fountain of Life" to restore 1% of her health per second during battle, leading the peasant army on the front lines. Meanwhile, Haven wore 　　the "Eternal - Holy Pendant," casting magic from the rear to provide support. Their cooperation was truly complementary! 　　Light magic is primarily supportive, and "Holy Word of Light" is one of the more powerful offensive spells. However 　　, it was completely ineffective against the paladin Godric, because "Holy Word of Light" only 　　deals massive holy damage to hell creatures, undead creatures, and orcs with the Berserker Blood ability! 　　Therefore, in this short time, Godric closed in considerably, and in those few meters...

Godric was covered in wounds again, and the paladins behind him raised their lances, ready to cast Holy Heal!
Havin and the others began to feel despair. The goblin Grancher was already preparing to turn his horse and flee. If
the commander were to leave his post now, the desperate rebels would likely collapse in morale immediately, and this
battle would undoubtedly end in defeat!
At this moment, a red light flashed forward, and a blue light flickered on the paladins. Holy Heal did not
descend upon Godric as intended!
It was the demon infant Ash! At the most crucial moment, she rushed forward and cast her talent, Magic Siphon, on the paladins
. This was an active skill of the demon infant race. It could steal 10% of the enemy's mana
and distribute it evenly to friendly spellcasting units. Paladins were not a unit skilled in magic, and although only
10% was stolen, it rendered the barely cast Holy Heal ineffective due to insufficient mana!
Bearing more than ten wounds, Godric finally knelt. A crazed despair filled his eyes. With a fierce
roar, he thrust his lance forward, it trembled violently in the air, emitting a final, resounding buzz. All his strength and
spirit were concentrated in this single thrust!
"Aish!" Harvin cried out in alarm. The small body of the infant demon Ash was pierced by the lance, then
flung away, spraying blood!
Godric's figure was immediately swallowed up by the surging rebel army, but from the gap behind him,
even more Holy Knights of the Sun rushed in along the path he had cleared…
Watching his comrade, the infant demon Ash, be killed by Godric's spear while protecting her and their faith, Harvin
wept uncontrollably!
Meanwhile, the Holy Knights of the Sun had broken through the rebel army's spear formation, charging in one after another...
Just as Harvin's will was about to collapse, a steady hand pressed down on his shoulder. Sayya steadied
him, saying in a deep voice, "Chairman, don't worry! Although the front ranks have been breached, the Holy Knights of the Sun's
momentum has run out. Look, they have no strength left to advance."
Indeed, as Sayya had said, the Holy Knights of the Sun charged desperately, forcing the rebel army to retreat step
by step, breaking through the foremost sentries and almost crushing them. But finally, as the rebel ranks became
increasingly dense, the knights' advance seemed to have reached its limit!
A stalemate! A deadlock! The Holy Knights of the Sun seemed to be stuck in a deep quagmire.
Their charging momentum had been exhausted, but thanks to the buffs from more than ten sorcerers, and
the sheer number of rebels produced by Sena Town in recent years, their formation was too dense! Although the knights had breached the outposts' defenses,
the rebel army hadn't collapsed!
Thousands of Griffin Empire's Sun Knights were locked in a fierce battle with tens of thousands of rebels.
Once the cavalry couldn't charge and were forced to fight in place, they were immediately put on the defensive. Countless spears pierced through them, and
the mounted knights could only desperately swing their lances. While they fought valiantly to cut down enemies, many
cavalrymen were also felled by spears!
"Chairman, it's time! Counterattack!"
Seia slapped Haven hard. Haven gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "Counterattack! Counterattack!
Kill all these Sun Knights! Kill them all!!"
Haven raised his right hand and then brought it down heavily!
Instantly, the group of archers hidden on the right hillside received the signal…
These were the sharpshooters from the Falcon Duchy who had surrendered during Martina's uprising.
A dense hail of arrows rained down from the flanks. The Sun Knights were locked in fierce
combat with the rebel infantry, never expecting the rebels to be so ruthless! They disregarded the lives of their own soldiers, their archers indiscriminately
unleashing a barrage of arrows!
Countless arrows fell, instantly felling the fighting ranks! Most of the Sun Knights
had lost their horses and were trapped in the middle of the enemy lines, fighting with only their lances, unaware of the
arrow rain falling overhead!
More and more screams and cries erupted. Both rebels and Sun Knights fell, many dying in the first
volley!
More and more Sun Knights fell, until only a handful remained, barely
holding on in small groups. Just then, a burst of silver light erupted from the chaos.
A blood-soaked general, lance in hand, cleaved three or four rebels in two at the waist!
His body was completely battered; his once-pristine paladin armor was now tattered,
with a broken spear embedded in his shoulder! Arrows
stung his body like a dense hedgehog, only his crimson cloak revealing his former
status as a high-ranking general.
Yes! ...It was Godric! Hadn't he already died in battle?
Harvin and the others glanced at him in confusion. At that moment, amidst the chaos of battle, several pairs of crystalline, holy-glowing
figures rose!
Humanity's ultimate troop—the Eighth-Order Archangel!
Since the gods departed, angels have protected the human kingdoms of Erathia, from the Holy Falcon Empire to
the current Griffin Empire. They not only bless the people there with peace and prosperity but also assist them
in resisting demons and other races that sought to seize their territory. In the fierce battles, angels gradually learned how to
resist deadly magic, how to heal and bless their human comrades, and upon advancing to the Archangel rank, they could even
resurrect the most steadfast believers in the goddess.
However, even the addition of several archangels couldn't reverse the Imperial army's decline under these circumstances;
they could only delay their defeat as much as possible!
Haven and Seya exchanged a smile, but at that moment…
a slight tremor shook the earth!
On the plains, several distant hills began to move, and giants appeared there, their distinct, mountain-like
bodies radiating the aura of ancient giants. This instilled an unprecedented
sense of oppression in every hero, causing them to show expressions of horror. The
ultimate unit of the gods—the eighth-tier Titan!
The Titans were the children of Gaia, the Earth Mother, and Uranus, the Sky God. They once ruled the world but were ultimately
defeated by the gods and submitted to them. After the gods departed, these idle giants, lost and uncertain about the future, became
the de facto rulers of the divine race.
Humanity has always claimed to be created by the gods, while some of the gods are descendants of mythical heroes, sharing
a bloodline connection.
Since the Holy Falcon Empire, the Griffin Empire has also added the word "Holy" before its name to obtain
the protection of angels. Whenever the empire is on the verge of collapse, the gods on Mount Olympus will lend a helping hand, sending
their powerful army!
The rumbling thunder in the sky had been rumbling for a while, and the inky clouds pressed down deeper and deeper. The towering Titan
giants seemed to be able to touch the clouds with a simple leap.
Within the clouds, streaks of lightning, like silver snakes, were swiftly grasped by the Titan giants, followed by
thunderous roars that hurtled towards the rebel army…
Boom!
A deafening roar erupted as bolts of lightning struck the chaotic army! The rebels, who had been farmers just moments before, cried
out in alarm. While Havin's "Revolution III - Revolutionary Will" had spurred
them to fight despite their fear of high-ranking paladins, the Titan's lightning
utterly shattered them!
Those struck were instantly reduced to charred remains, while others nearby were engulfed in flames,
fleeing through the ranks with pitiful cries of agony!
Amidst the countless screams and terrified shouts, a sense of despair washed over Havin and his men: defeat!
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●Wen Haart:
Position ┬————————————————————————————————————————→Seventh-Tier Iron Virgin│
├
——————————————————————————————→Fifth-Tier Favorite Concubine—→Sixth-Tier Enchantress—→Seventh-Tier Succubus│
↑
└—→First-Tier Red Guard—→Second-Tier Revolutionary—→Third-Tier Instructor—→Fourth-Tier Political Commissar—→Fifth-Tier Secretary—→Sixth-Tier Standing Committee Member—→Seventh-Tier Chairman
Talent: 《Steel Girl》Seventh-Tier Activation. Protected by naturally formed steel skin, reducing physical damage by 44%.
"Devil's Figure" Tier 1 activated, inheriting the talent of a maternal succubus. Despite her young age, she possesses a mature physique; no male creature can resist her allure.
└┬→ "Demon Tail - Demon - Natural Allure" Tier 5 activated. The tailbone evolves into a tail with two barbs at the tip, a third sexual organ comparable to a fleshy stalk. When alone, she can use the tail to satisfy herself.
"Revolution" drives fundamental change, causing a leap from the old to the new.
└┬→ "Revolution i - Revolutionary" Through mating, there is a chance to advance a Tier 1 creature.
└┬→ "Revolution ii - Revolutionary Incitement" During intercourse, when a creature of no higher rank is excited and loses its senses, incitement can have a chance to temporarily subdue it.
└┬→ "Revolution iii - Revolutionary... " Under Harvin's encouragement, Tier 1 creatures fight without fear of higher-tier enemies.
"Revolution ⅵ - Revolutionary Thought" allows heroes to dedicate themselves to the revolutionary cause and gain the "Revolution ⅰ - Revolutionary" ability
. "Revolution ⅴ - Revolutionary Organization" allows revolutionaries who advance to Tier 6 Standing Committee to appoint other revolutionary comrades as committee members, sharing equipment and resources
. "Revolution ⅴ - Revolutionary Commander" allows revolutionaries who advance to Tier 7 Chairman to break through the hero's troop command limit (65535) and become the leader of a large legion commanding other heroes
(1024). ●Adela: Position: Human ,
Fifth-Order Nun → Sixth-Order Priestess → Seventh-Order Inquisitor
(Heroes of Might and Magic III). Unlike other soldiers, Adela dislikes resolving issues with force. She is a strategist, and her favorite saying is, "Victory or defeat is decided before the battle even begins."
Race: Human, Female
(=1024)
●Rosalie: Position: Human, Fifth-Order Nun → Sixth-Order Priestess →
(Heroes of Might and Magic VI) Rosalie was raised by the priestesses of the Principality of Lingti, having been abandoned as a child in the rose bushes in front of the Church of Elras. Despite her spiritual gifts, Rosalie was a rebellious child, frequently disappearing without a trace. She left her foster parents multiple times during her childhood, claiming it was because she sensed her mother's presence and wanted to find her. After years of fruitless searching and a brush with death, Rosalie finally settled down, completed her training, and received her priestly robes. She continued her relentless search for clues that might connect her to her true parents, becoming an expert in mapping, scholarship, and investigation. Her church frequently receives missions to find missing persons or items.
Race: Human, Female
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●Namtaru: Position: Human, Fifth-Order Nun →
Race: Human, Female
●Godric: Position: Human, Sixth-Order Knight → Seventh-Order Champion Knight → Eighth-Order Sun Paladin
(Heroes of Might and Magic V). Godric is a true model knight, an example of chivalry. He sets the highest standards of courage and loyalty for himself and his subordinates. Wherever he goes, his orders are universally respected. Due to his illustrious historical achievements and the support of Elras, Godric's army trusts him implicitly, believing that victory is within reach whenever Godric appears on the battlefield.
Race: Human, Male
■ *Chastity Belt* - A Level 4 Treasure. It grants nuns/saints/inquisitors a +10 defense.
Aphrodite, wife of Hephaestus, had an affair with her brother Ares, the god of war. To prevent her from cheating again, Hephaestus, the patron god of blacksmiths, forged this *Chastity Belt* for her, preventing her from having sexual relations with any man other than her husband.
■ *Nine-Tailed Cat*
- A multi-stranded soft whip composed of nine knotted cotton cords. Using it to whip someone causes more intense pain than other instruments of torture.
★ *Blindness* - A light-based blood magic (Level 6 magic in English, Level 3 blindness in non-English versions)
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