Human Holy Church

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This was a golden age for humanity! After over a thousand years of chaotic warfare among the various races in the center of the continent, the monkey race—considered lowly and powerless by powerful races like elves, orcs, dwarves, and dragons—finally found a glimmer of hope.

In the first year of the Holy Light, the wife of Kenya, a blacksmith on the banks of the Rhine, dreamed of intercourse with a divine being. Three years later, she gave birth to a daughter named Joanna Kenya, who was later hailed as the Holy Maiden of Light, Saint Joanna.

This legendary figure founded the Holy Light Church and, while the entire continent was still embroiled in endless war, used the Church's call to unite humanity. She also established the Holy Tania Empire under the name of its first empress, Tania. Its massive population and terrifying reproductive capacity allowed the empire to withstand the aftermath of the war. Meanwhile, countless talented young people were dispatched to various races, relentlessly stealing their strengths. Against this backdrop, the dwarves' forging techniques, the elves' magic and archery, the orcs' blood cultivation and combat skills, and even the dragons' unique mining techniques were revealed to the princess by a lewd dragon descendant in bed. Humanity developed at an astonishing pace. By the time other races recovered from the brutal war, the Tania Empire's population had exceeded one hundred billion! Keep in mind that the elves, one of the four great races, numbered only a million, not to mention the dragons, who were few and far between.

Meanwhile, as the Holy Light Church spread throughout the continent, the emergence of the Chosen Ones completely erased the gap in high-end combat power between humans and other races. These extraordinary geniuses, marked with divine gifts, grew at an astonishing rate. At the height of the war, a Saint-level powerhouse was even born every thirty years. When tens of millions of human legions, clad in thick plate armor refined by dwarven technology and wielding swords imbued with battle aura derived from beastman blood energy, roared "Long live the Light!" and swept towards the center of the continent, the outcome was already predetermined. The races that vainly tried to stop the chariot finally tasted the bitter fruit of their actions. The tragic consequences forced them to abandon the richest territory in the center of the continent, leading their remaining forces to flee to the harsh and barren lands on the edge of the continent. Even the dragons, known for their individual combat prowess, were defeated by the astonishing creativity of the humans. The colossal magic cannon known as the Light Sanction, created by combining alchemy and magic, shattered the 3,000-year-old dragon patriarch—a legendary being beyond the Saint rank, the Black Dragon King Didalas—into two pieces. The massive dragon head still serves as the gate of the Holy City of Light, deterring any unscrupulous alien race.

The various races, defeated and exiled to the Land of Exile, yearn to return to their former lands. However, the human race's power is no longer what it once was. A rash attack would be tantamount to adding a few more elven concubines to the nobles' beds and sending more orcs and dwarves to the slave owners' hands. Left with no other choice, the various races, who were once mortal enemies, sent representatives to plan the creation of a deadly weapon to wipe the evil human race off the continent. A biological weapon called "Demon" was born—it combines the superhuman reproductive ability of a strange life form from a meteorite, the predatory mating ability extracted from the chimera ants of the Land of Exile, and the terrifying ability of Shrek creatures to arouse and corrupt any female.

"We bestow upon you arrogance—you will become the god of these monkeys, trampling the entire human race beneath your feet!"
"We grant you envy—no human can surpass you, and if one does, take it away!"

"We grant you wrath—your raging fury will teach humanity what true cruelty is!"
"We grant you sloth—humble humans will serve you as your servants for eternity!"

"We grant you greed—enslave those monkeys to your heart's content; your desires will never be satisfied!"
"We grant you gluttony—blood, flesh, bone! Everything in humanity will become your food!"

"Finally, we grant you insatiable lust—make filthy female humans kneel on the ground, begging for your pleasure; you will possess their wombs, causing these monkeys to vanish from the continent!"

"Kill! Plunder! Reproduce to your heart's content, slaughter the male humans, possess their females, sow the seeds of evil demons within women's flesh, and ultimately destroy all of humanity!"

Demon!!! These creatures, born burdened with the curses of various races, exist only in males. They evolve and devour females of other races through mating, passing on all knowledge to their offspring—a race capable of infinite evolution. When this plan was finally completed, the Elf Queen Cinella even marveled that such beings might one day evolve into true gods!

Unfortunately, it was difficult to find a way to restrain them. Once released, their creators would likely be the first to perish. Thus, the true adult demon race remained merely a concept on paper. As the environment worsened and humanity launched repeated Holy Light expeditions, the power of various races gradually waned. Ultimately, the adamantine tablet recording the demons was lost from the Elder Hall of the Dragon Clan during humanity's eleventh Holy Light expedition…

Today, with all former enemies vanished, humanity's inherent weaknesses are revealed: division, unification, division, unification; the struggle between religious and imperial power; the brutal racial cleansing war between pure-blooded individuals and other races. The once mighty Holy Tania Empire was torn apart, and humanity across the continent was divided into hundreds of large and small nations. The Holy Tania Empire, which had once unified humanity, was now split into two major camps: the Holy Church, where divine authority reigned supreme and priests ruled the nation; and the Tania Empire, where imperial power was supreme and knighthood and titles of honor were the foundation. Although no large-scale conflicts broke out between the two alliances after the Crusades and the Western Dawn Revolution a century ago, their vassal states continued to fight. The entire continent was shrouded in religious confusion and political chaos for three hundred years, a period known as the Dark Ages or the Era of Chaos.

The Duchy of Kars, a small nation located on the northern border of this continent, is awkwardly sandwiched between the Tania Empire and the Holy See, two major powers. However, among the 427 small nations of the entire continent, the Duchy of Kars, with a population of only ten million, stands out in terms of military strength. After all, the entire nation serves as a defensive line, bordering the vast Exile Lands stretching for tens of millions of kilometers. If it weren't so militant, it would likely be crushed into dust by the two major powers, even if it weren't torn to shreds by the sharp teeth and claws of those ancient sinners. But the berserkers guarding the duchy's borders are needed by both alliances. The Holy See will not allow a million fierce berserkers to appear outside the Holy Light, and the Empire will never allow the fanatical legion that nearly stormed the capital two hundred years ago to reappear. This unique historical background has created the Duchy of Kars's unique power structure—a unity of Emperor and God.

Power, strife, glory, faith—beneath the surface of this seemingly peaceful kingdom, undercurrents surged. At this moment, no one could have imagined that, under the watchful eyes of two colossal powers, within a dilapidated castle in the Western Hills of the Duchy, the curse from the ancient Hundred Tribes, this Pandora's box containing the secrets of evil, was silently and slowly opening.
"How's it going?" A group of people wearing black hoods walked along the run-down path in front of the castle, led by a short man in military uniform.

"Praise be to the Goddess of Light, my Bishop! The experiment went very smoothly; we should be able to proceed with the final testing soon!"

Upon entering the castle, a servant activated a mechanism beneath the statue. The stone slabs of the hall folded open to the left and right, followed by a series of mechanical clicks, revealing a downward staircase. Looking down, all that could be seen was a dark abyss, from which faint, chilling screams of agony emanated.

"Vice Commander Sith, the Lord is very satisfied with the results from last time. If it succeeds, the position of a mere legion commander is practically guaranteed!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you, Your Excellency! Please look! Over there is the person in charge of this experiment. This is the fourth generation since that infamous cult witch came to us eighty years ago. The reason why the things left behind by this ancient race can be developed is largely thanks to this woman. The experiment in the north has been successful, and the one here will soon be finished. After everything is completed, shouldn't we..." Sith raised his left hand and gestured fiercely at his throat.

"Witch? Tsk tsk! What witch could there be in a duchy bathed in holy light!" Sith cursed the old man's hypocrisy inwardly, but his words were full of flattery. "Of course, with the holy light of the Goddess of Light covering the entire world, what witch could there be? I misspoke, I misspoke! Cough cough, the goddess won't blame a sheep who has gone astray!" Under Sith's sickeningly eager gaze, the hooded man patted his head, signifying his forgiveness. "However—I do lack a handmaid to serve the gods, don't you think? Sith—Captain?"

The hooded man, who had been talking the whole time, finally took off his outer robe after entering the underground. His magnificent gold and white robe and the golden Sun Medal on his chest undoubtedly revealed his identity—a bishop of the Holy See of Light!

Sith glanced greedily at the swamp witch who was still busy deciphering the adamantite plate. This witch was not the ugly figure with a hooked nose and a face full of pustules as described in fairy tales; on the contrary, she was exceptionally beautiful.

A head of curly, hip-length blonde hair cascaded down, the loose wizard's robes barely concealing her voluptuous figure. Her beautiful, clear blue eyes were captivating, and a pair of blue crystal glasses perched on her straight nose. A mountain of ancient texts lay at her side.

This beautiful witch was so focused on her work that she didn't even notice the two people beside her. Because her back was turned to them, she didn't realize that her round, shapely buttocks alone were enough to make even the person next to her seem less impressive. If compared to the man beside her, Sith would probably rather believe she was the bishop of the Holy Light Church than the short, stout, bald, and somewhat lewd middle-aged man beside him.

"Of course! Once everything is done, I'll immediately send this woman who serves the gods to you!"
"Hmm~ then I congratulate you in advance, Commander Sith!"

"As expected of Your Excellency the Bishop, being by your side feels like being bathed in the holy light of the Goddess of Light! Even divine grace seems to be evolving!"

The Bishop waved his hand, signaling Sith to stop his nauseating flattery, his small eyes lecherously fixed on the witch. "I want you to explain this to me personally! The Goddess of Light's money isn't so easy to take!

Please come this way, the transplant experiment ordered by the Cardinal the Bishop will take place here, and we can begin the testing phase soon!" The witch had no choice but to put away her books and signal the Bishop to follow her into the underground.

"Alright!"

The heavy iron doors opened one by one, and finally, after five consecutive iron doors, an exceptionally vast underground space appeared.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, welcome to the 'ranch'!"

This ranch didn't graze cattle and sheep; instead, it was filled with females of various races—elves, beastmen, but mostly human women! These tragically fated females were abducted by various means to supply the experiments necessary to decipher the prophecy, but the rewards were astonishing.

Fifty years ago, a drug called Viggen was successfully developed, sweeping through the entire upper class in a short time and becoming in high demand. This made the Cardinal, who was behind the scenes at the time, and even the entire Holy See incredibly wealthy. It was said that the Cardinal was even qualified to run for the next papacy in the duchy. Moreover, according to the witch, this was just the tip of the iceberg. If this experiment succeeded, it could even cultivate penises of astonishing size, and after being transplanted into a person, not only would he be able to maintain his erection and have three thousand women, but he could even delay aging.

This statement immediately made the nearly eighty-year-old Cardinal, who was still full of energy but was constrained by his insufficient size, ecstatic. A massive amount of resources were invested here regardless of cost, and the hugely expensive ranch was thus built.

"Please look, this is the latest experimental subject, the 927th mother!" The swamp witch Iris stepped forward and said with a smile, pointing to a heavily pregnant girl.

"The mother in this experiment is a human woman, and the fetus inside her is a hybrid created according to records in ancient ruins. In general, it combines the sperm of pig-humans and apes, and it's close to success!"

While everyone was pointing and talking, the girl with 927 branded on her face suddenly screamed in pain. Her huge belly, far exceeding that of an ordinary pregnant woman, deformed and twisted like a boiling pot, gradually growing larger like an ever-expanding balloon. Even the blue veins were clearly visible. This round sphere finally burst open with a loud bang. Amidst the blood and flesh, a fist-sized chunk of flesh gradually wriggled, trembled, and greedily devoured the splattered flesh and internal organ fragments, growing at a visible speed. By the time 927 was completely devoured, the chunk of flesh had grown to the size of a one-year-old child.

Its entire body was covered in hard, bluish-brown hide. One snout stood erect, while its ears drooped limply. Four fangs protruded from its lips, and its small eyes were bloodshot, filled with savagery. Even more astonishing was its penis, barely a newborn and still pink, which could fully erect at a length of 20 centimeters, far exceeding that of an adult male. Moreover, this creature possessed an indescribable craving for females.

The newborn, barely a minute old, with its astonishing penis nearly half its own size, quickly adapted to its surroundings. Driven by instinct, it sniffed the air with its snout, then crawled through the relatively spacious iron bars, reaching for a female elven in the adjacent cage.

The tall, strong elven female warrior was utterly powerless against this thing, allowing the small monster to climb up her long, slender legs, its hooves encircling her waist. Without resistance, she allowed the enormous penis to smoothly penetrate her reproductive tract. During this process, contrary to the elven race's inherent chastity, this excellent female warrior displayed unusual excitement and submission. She knelt on the ground, lowering her body height, and diligently supported this devilish little thing with her plump buttocks. Under the assault of that pink, giant penis, she had almost no chance to resist. After it was completely submerged in her smooth vulva, this powerful female elven warrior was in a bizarre state, completely unable to control herself, allowing it to inject the evil seed into her sacred elven womb, becoming its slave from body to soul.
"This is our latest achievement!"

Seeing the bishop's excited and curious expression, Iris continued to explain, "The Viagra that has swept the entire empire is extracted from the bodily fluids of this creature. When used on men, it has an incredible aphrodisiac effect. Similarly, once applied to any female animal, it will put her into estrus and force her to ovulate, making her completely unable to resist the advances of the opposite sex. According to current research, once the concentration of Viagra reaches fifty times the normal level, it will cause irreversible addiction in females, with consequences far more terrifying than the banned drugs and opioids that were banned a hundred years ago!"
The concentration of bodily fluid in cell 927 is now a thousand times greater than that of Viggo, almost enough to completely destroy human consciousness. Please, Your Excellency, use a holy light barrier to isolate the odor; otherwise, you too will be affected at this distance.
As soon as the words were spoken, the disproportionately large testicles of the imp riding the elven warrior's plump buttocks began to contract violently. At the same time, the female elf being ridden like a mare for procreation began to tremble, tears, snot, and saliva flowing uncontrollably like a tsunami. The suffocating pleasure was unbearable!

A barely perceptible, peculiar odor rapidly spread throughout the underground space. Hundreds of naked women of various races in the entire underground ranch began to stir restlessly. The human women in the cells near cell 927 even began to... It frantically pounded its hands, legs, and even head against the iron fence, showing no sign of stopping even as it bled profusely.

What an adorable little thing! The bishop, completely oblivious to the unparalleled danger posed by Number 927, casually released a holy light barrier. While light magic is powerful and effective, it consumes a great deal of energy for ordinary mages. However, as a bishop of the Holy Church of Light, he possessed divinely bestowed talent in the field of light, making light spells effortless. At the level of a true Grand Pope, one could almost unleash consecutive forbidden light spells like Holy Light Purification through divine inspiration. This is why the Empire, despite having two Saint-level figures, dared not easily initiate war.

Seeing the chaos below, the bishop's bloated mouth instead stretched into a wide grin.

Sith was puzzled as to why the bishop spoke of such an ugly and disgusting creature as if it were an angel, unaware that the bishop's gaze was fixed on the elven warrior's downward-curving pointed ears.

As long as the elves have existed, humans have coveted their beauty. Especially after the War of Creation, when humans finally gained the upper hand, they abducted hundreds of thousands of elves from the elven holy land of Hayes, much to the delight of slave traders. Unfortunately, the vast majority of these hundreds of thousands of elves did not even survive a year, whether due to their own sorrow or the cruelty of their masters. The elves, who originally possessed a lifespan of up to five hundred years, withered away, leaving behind a large number of infertile hybrids. The offspring of humans and elves, lacking the long lifespan and exquisite features of the elves, would age and die just like humans. This caused the price of purebred elves to rise ever higher. Large numbers of slave-hunting teams risked their lives to rush into the Land of Exile to search for the last remaining elven sacred tree, but often perished in the unknown and treacherous environment. As a result, the price of a purebred female elf has now soared to one million gold coins. In fact, the rare female elf warrior in the ranch cost the red-robed bishop five million gold coins, which shows the importance of the ranch experiment to her.

Due to the rarity of elves, some speculators even considered breeding them. Unfortunately, even forcing two elves to mate with aphrodisiacs failed to produce offspring. It wasn't until a learned scholar stepped forward that this ridiculous idea of breeding elves was dispelled.

Elves are a proud race. Only bathed in the radiance of the sacred tree will two faithful elves, under the watchful gaze of the elven gods, devoutly bend their delicate pointed ears to give birth to new offspring. Otherwise, every elf's proud pointed ears remain erect from birth to death.

This trade, abandoned by cunning speculators centuries ago, has found new hope in the eyes of the bishop. Even the proud elven warriors have tamed their ears under a thousand times the concentration of Viggen. Doesn't this mean that as long as this little creature exists, the artificial breeding of elves has the prerequisite for success?! A pair of elves can produce hundreds of offspring in their five-hundred-year lifespan. A 70% profit can drive someone to take risks, and a 100% profit can make someone risk their life, let alone a hundred times! A thousand times the profit, my God! Raising elves!!!

The bishop unconsciously licked his dry, fat lips. Countless terrifying yet feasible ideas popped into his fat, sinister head. In this way, it seemed... the position of the cardinal, oh no! The papacy's throne was no longer so unattainable!

"Prepare to retrieve Number 927!" Iris's cold voice startled the bishop from his reverie. With the order issued, a gap slowly opened in the wall on one side of the ranch, just wide enough for one person to pass through. Five fully armed, strong men, completely sealed from head to toe in specially made iron armor, walked towards Number 927 with specially made capture tools in their hands.

The wicked little creature instinctively sensed danger, baring its fangs and emitting a strange, unpleasant growl. It firmly anchored itself to the female's hips. The elven warrior, whom it had been riding, slowly rose, her hands clenched into fists at her chest. She glared at the approaching tin man with hostility, though ridiculously, its disproportionately large penis was lodged inside her, yellow, pus-like fluid dripping incessantly from the gap between their bodies. "

Your Excellency, this is the power of extremely high concentrations of Viggen! It stimulates the body, destroys the mind, thus subjugating the female, even completely controlling her!" This elven warrior was once a powerful elf with the strength of a knight-captain. It took half a slave-hunting team to capture her, and ten years of training had failed to subdue her. Yet this little beast, less than ten minutes old, could already control her to protect her. If her consciousness hadn't been completely destroyed, with the power of the knight-captain elf, this fragile life could have easily escaped! "The power of a thousand times Vega, Your Excellency, if you had it..."

Iris deliberately only uttered half a sentence, leaving the Bishop with much to ponder. It was said that this Bishop's obsession with women, especially married women, was extraordinary. The absolute control and conquest of women through a thousand times Vega was something he absolutely could not relinquish.

The Bishop didn't speak, but his small eyes were filled with the expected fanaticism and lewdness. Iris knew that this additional investment was now a sure thing.

Weakened and bound by chains, the elven warrior was quickly subdued. Number 927 was less than half an hour old and couldn't possibly resist. However, separating them and pulling out the engorged penis caused considerable trouble. This little devil, possessing a thousand times Vega concentration, was quickly taken to a sealed laboratory, where it would face the naked malice of human alchemy. The elven warrior remained chained in place, a new number branded onto her abdomen—928!

"Very good, well done. His Excellency the Bishop is very pleased today, so—I am very pleased too. I'll be waiting for you in bed tonight; you'll receive your due reward!" Watching the bishop and his entourage disappear into the distance, Sith's smugness was palpable. He laughed wildly and slapped the witch's pert, round buttocks hard, then withdrew his hand, placing his middle finger, which had been deeply embedded in her buttocks, beside his nose, sniffing it lightly as he walked away.

Iris trembled slightly; her wide hat obscured her face, preventing anyone from seeing her expression.

"Oh, right, what you wanted! Tsk tsk! A Chimera Ant from the Exile! This is a rare find!
I can't believe someone actually found it after an eighty-year bounty! And what use are these pig-headed people and other strange things? Take it! You've fulfilled your last request!"

A square glass jar was tossed into Iris's arms. Inside, a strange ant the size of a head was waving its long antennae at Iris...

Iris extended two slender, jade-like fingers and picked up the precious insect she had been searching for for eighty years from the jar. The chimera ant's sharp, huge pincers were no match for her two delicate fingers, and it was obediently removed. Upon closer inspection, a seemingly tangible, transparent yellow light membrane covered Iris's entire right hand—the ability to control her battle aura at will, a power usually reserved for Saint-level experts like Grand Knights, was now wielded by a cult witch. If Sith knew he'd just slapped a Saint-level expert on the butt, one wonders what he'd think.

Ouch! Lost in thought, Iris suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her finger. Sometime earlier, the chimera ant had bitten through the battle aura barrier, leaving a wound on her finger. Blood trickled down the ant's massive pincers, and the fist-sized ant itself was also shimmering with yellow battle aura light!

Theft, oh no, Jane... It could only be called plunder! This is the power of a god! Ah, how charming, what an adorable little thing! An unnatural flush rose on Iris's cheeks. She quietly spun a crystal ball on the bookshelf three times to the left and three times to the right. With the flashing of several magic circles, the entire room was completely sealed off. Pulling open the movable wall, another secret chamber appeared behind it.

In the center of the spacious chamber stood a three-meter-tall statue, with an ape's head and a human body, its body carved with strange patterns that gave one a drowsy feeling. This smiling, three-eyed ape-headed man sat cross-legged on the ground, one hand raised above his head, middle finger and thumb interlocked, the other hand facing the ground, four fingers curled, only the little finger pointing to the ground, a foot... A gigantic penis, about a meter long and as thick as a wrist, reached all the way to her navel, inlaid with countless gems of various colors. Its glans was even crafted from a single, enormous crystal of fire. Bathed in shimmering red light, this lifelike statue resembled a true demon, smiling at Iris.

Iris, her gaze burning, walked slowly towards the statue with a holy expression. Layers of her clothing slid to the ground with each step, until, when she stood before the statue, her dazzlingly white and alluring body was completely exposed to the air. "

God, my God! I would give you everything!" The undisguised fanaticism in Iris's voice, and the evil three-eyed mark on her smooth back, said it all—a cultist!

On this continent, all faiths other than that of the Goddess of Light are heretical. Even within the Kenyan Empire, a union irreconcilable with divine authority, the Goddess of Light is the sole faith; all others are heretics and cults. And this Three-Eyed Cult, which worships a goat-headed demon as its god, is the most cult-of-the-charts!

O God! The offerings for your arrival have been prepared according to your divine decree, and your loyal servants will welcome your coming!
On the altar before the goat-headed demon lay a long string of strange, remnant items. On the far left was the living chimera ant obtained from the Sith. At the center of all the offerings lay a gleaming adamantite tablet, inscribed with complex characters. An expert in ancient script would be overjoyed; this was the legendary dragon script, the ancient dragon script. This tablet, lost from the Dragon Elder's Hall during the Holy Light Expedition, contained the magic to create demons—a symbol of humanity's doom. However, for some unknown reason, it fell into the hands of the Three-Eyed Cult, treated as an oracle of an evil god. Pandora's box, which even the culprits dared not open lightly, was now in the hands of humans, who relentlessly sought a way to open it, risking their lives, and now they were nearing success.

"Hmm..." Iris straddled the statue, her long, white legs spread wide, the golden pubic hair between her legs alluring in the firelight. "

Everything is offered to you!" The woman, driven to madness, parted her flowing labia, pressing her vaginal opening against the statue's gem-encrusted glans, and then slumped down!

The fire crystal serving as the glans erupted with astonishing heat the moment it touched the viscous secretions. A fierce burning sensation spread from Iris's lower body, but for this crazed woman, who had been injected with a large amount of highly concentrated Viagra beforehand, this pain only amplified the pleasure. Instead, she twisted her waist, making the crystal-encrusted penis move even faster inside her. The copious secretion of bodily fluids undoubtedly made the fire crystal

's eruption even more terrifying. At the moment of reaching climax, Iris's legs spread wide, and apart from the enormous penis that had been supporting her, she convulsed in mid-air.

God! God! Everything is given to you!

Iris's screams echoed through the deep underground space. Her beautiful blue eyes bulged, bloodshot and filled with crimson veins. Extreme excitement and pain had twisted her into a fanatical and worshipful obsession.

This hysterical madness lasted for a long time, but almost instantly, Iris returned to normal. She slowly stood up, wiped the blood from her lower body, and walked out of the secret chamber expressionlessly, as if the madness had never happened...

Speak! What is your purpose?! In the first secret chamber of the Grand Duke of Karls's mansion, a fat man as big as a bucket was bound hand and foot. As the experiments on the ranch gradually came to an end, all sorts of insane and evil things followed as byproducts. As the person in charge of the ranch by the Cardinal of Cannilla, who possessed one-third of the power of the Holy Church of Light, the bishop of the Duchy of Karls naturally could not resist the temptation of these things. Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

To conquer the beautiful Grand Duchess, to ravage her enormous breasts, to possess her entirely, to make her bear my illegitimate child, and then…

Enough! Shut up!! The burly, lion-like Grand Duke Karls was enraged, his Rhine family's inherited Lion's Fury aura erupting uncontrollably, tearing his magnificent ducal robes to shreds.

Karls! Your aura almost jolted him awake from his Truth-Telling Technique! The speaker was an extremely charming noblewoman, her perfectly fitted royal blue silk dress languidly draped on the carpet, her full, almost bursting breasts constricted by a tight bodice, revealing a strikingly deep cleavage from the neckline. A magnificent tulip ribbon was tied around her slender neck; even with her brows slightly furrowed, she possessed a breathtaking beauty.

What is this thing? Something that makes Your Excellency so cautious must be no ordinary object! The Duchess wiped the fine sweat from her brow, took out a small, transparent metal vial containing a white sphere. Even for a high-ranking mage like herself, maintaining the Veritable Breath spell for an extended period was difficult, let alone for a high-ranking archbishop. "

Fifty times the concentration of Viger, also known as the Golden Fly. With this, even if you were one of the Twelve Knights of the King, I can make you my obedient slave."

Viger? This substance, which had recently swept across the entire empire, was legendary, yet its origins were disputed. Unexpectedly, this archbishop seemed to have some clues.

It was a product of the ranch belonging to the Cardinal of Cannilla. If the experiment on the Duchess was successful, the next target would be our beloved Empress. Then, hehe…

The two listeners beside her were utterly horrified. The conflict between divine and imperial power was now on paper. They had long known that these charlatans harbored monstrous faces beneath their benevolent facades, but they hadn't expected it to reach this level!
Since the Archbishop and Her Majesty the Queen were involved, this was beyond their control! The couple exchanged a glance, took out a magic scroll, and placed the parchment filled with the information they had just learned onto the magic circle. With a flash of blue light, the parchment disappeared into thin air. About five minutes later, a document bearing the royal insignia of a golden tulip appeared on the scroll's magic circle. At the end of the document was clearly the name of the current Queen, Saint Elizabeth Tania XVII! The already irreconcilable imperial and divine powers would clash for the first time in this small border country!

The order was given to Count Lilia Rhine, the Grand Master of the Tulip Knights, to lead the Tulip Knights to annihilate the black magic factory, and to behead any stubborn resistance on the spot!

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