[The Blasphemous Completion Project - Chapter 1]

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After the decisive battle, Feng Yue, to save Rogge, came alone to the Temple of Light.
At the temple entrance, the Pope's steps were labored and slow, as if he might collapse at any moment. Yet, the angels in the sky all bowed to the Pope in respect. The Pope slowly raised his head, gazing at the vast, azure sky. In the Pope's dim, yellow eyes, there was not a single angel's reflection; the secret realm where the Temple of Light was located could not leave a trace in his eyes. In those eyes, there was only a vast expanse of flickering, brilliant light.
Augustus immediately knelt humbly behind the Pope, bowing his head. He had seen the Pope's eyes before, and knew that if that incomparably brilliant light were slowed down a thousandfold, it would be the process of countless planes of creation and destruction.
The longer Augustus followed the Pope, the more he felt he could not see through this frail old man. The Blood Angel could not understand how the Pope, with the body of a mere mortal human, could possess such unfathomable power. Suddenly, a few strands of the Blood Angel's hair floated up and then snapped into several pieces.
*Clang!* Augustus stood up, drawing his longsword with lightning speed, his wings instantly unfurling! He looked up at the sky, searching for the terrifying and unknown enemy. But what greeted him were countless broken limbs and severed wings! Those were the bodies and wings of angels! In that brief moment when Augustus looked up, dozens of low-ranking angels protecting the Temple of Light were all slain mid-air!
Amidst the rain of blood, only the Pope stood firm, unmoved as a mountain. The blood, flesh, and broken wings raining down upon him vanished without a trace once they entered an invisible zone around him.
The Pope gazed at the graceful woman descending slowly from the sky, sighed heavily, and said slowly, "You really shouldn't have come from the kingdom..."
Her black hair was disheveled, the radiance of her wings was gone, and even her smooth, crystalline neck bore several unhealed wounds. Several nicks remained on the massive blade of the Grim Reaper's scythe, and golden blood dripped slowly from her slender fingers.
Only her silver eyes remained serene.
Feng Yue said calmly, "How could I not come?"
She shook her head, sighed deeply, and said slowly, "Since you've come, you should know the final outcome. The great Andreoli foresaw your arrival, so he didn't return to the heavens but is waiting to see you in the Great Temple."
The Pope merely smiled slightly at Feng Yue before walking towards the far end of the hall. Fengyue floated behind the Pope and Augustus, following them towards the grand halls at the back.
They passed through hall after hall, each containing a statue. These mysterious halls, with their colossal statues standing silently, seemed to conceal endless secrets. Fengyue then discovered the extremely subtle aura of power within the Hall of the Purgatory Angels; this power was invisible and traceless, yet it seemed to directly affect the soul. Each step she took broke the silence in the hall, eliciting a piercing scream that echoed endlessly. But she had no time to explore its secrets, for her most important task now was to recover her strength.
Having traveled more than halfway, Fengyue had recovered eighty percent of her strength. Her wounds had completely disappeared, and she was now wearing an ivory-white long dress, countless hexagonal snowflakes solidified into lace adorning her elegant neck and slender wrists. Pale silver-gray and goose-yellow patterns intertwined and swirled on the dress, creating enigmatic designs, with light and shadow seemingly flowing within each pattern.
As they entered the final hall, in the center stood an incomparably handsome man, his eyes, which held the secrets of countless stars, gazing calmly at them. Six ethereal blue wings extended from his back; with each flap, countless stars, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, emerged, slowly rising amidst the ascending pale blue mist. His beautiful chestnut-brown short hair also fluttered in the dreamlike starlight.
"Welcome, Odileh. I am Andreoli, and my lord is the great god Dismasson," his voice clear yet gentle, extremely pleasing to the ear.
Feng Yue asked, "The God of Destruction? What does that have to do with us... I just want to know where he is now?" Andreoli said, "He's in a perfectly safe place, but if we don't release him soon, I really don't know if he can hold on."
Feng Yue casually grabbed her Death Scythe from the void, pointing it at Andreoli. "Killing you will save him, won't it?" Suddenly, a gentle breeze swirled throughout the entire hall. Though weak, it contained a sharp killing intent. The breeze left faint scratches on the surrounding stone pillars.
Feng Yue opened her small mouth, and a clear, melodious whistle carried far and wide! Her wings spread out, and everything around her instantly became several times heavier! Suddenly, countless giant ice crystals appeared in the air, as if they were in a star cluster. The enormous Death Scythe appeared mysteriously, silently sweeping towards Andreoli's location.
Feng Yue's figure remained aloof, standing tens of meters away in the air. Suddenly, it shattered, vanishing without a trace.
Andreoli moved as well, his entire body radiating a deep blue light. His figure shattered, transforming into countless wisps of starlight, each a ball of blue starlight that danced and disappeared in the air, emitting countless beams of light.
Feng Yue, as if completely separated from the Grim Reaper's scythe, flashed in and out of sight. The scythe, as if possessing a spirit, slashed at the beautiful stars scattered throughout the sky, unleashing bursts of azure lightning. Strange changes occurred within a radius of tens of meters in the hall. Lightning bolts passing through this area were bizarrely distorted, each twisting in a different direction and magnitude.
The giant ice floes that had been floating in the air suddenly shattered, forming countless icicles that crisscrossed the air. Inside the hall, stars formed from various symbols flew erratically, occasionally exploding and illuminating the room with dazzling light.
Amidst this brilliance, only the Pope stood unmoved, like a mountain. Any star that fell into his vicinity vanished without a trace. The Blood Angel Augustus stood beside him, protecting him.
The Pope glanced at him. "What are you afraid of? Do I need your protection?" The Blood Angel Augustus's face darkened. He bowed deeply, drew his longsword, paused briefly, then plunged headlong into the starry sky. The
previously stalemate subtly shifted with the Blood Angel's arrival. The blue starlight gradually overwhelmed the white light and lightning… Suddenly, the Grim Reaper's scythe drew a strange arc in the air, hurtling straight towards the Pope. Augustus, startled, hurriedly flew back and swung his sword to meet the attack. A crisp clang rang out as their blades clashed. To the Blood Angel's surprise, the scythe's force was slightly less than his own, and he was instantly sent flying.
Just as he let out a long breath and relaxed, the wings on his back suddenly tightened, followed by a sharp pain; he was now immobilized. He realized the wings were in Feng Yue's hands. The Blood Angel, terrified, endured the excruciating pain and thrust his longsword behind him. Feng Yue's grip tightened, and a tremendous pain coursed through Augustus's body. His strength vanished instantly, and the longsword slipped from his grasp.
Just as Feng Yue was about to tear the Blood Angel's wings apart, the Pope beside him roared, "Hey!" The sound was like a thunderclap to Feng Yue's ears. Feng Yue let out a muffled groan, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. Her whole body went numb and she paused for a moment. In that instant, the space behind Feng Yue rippled slightly, and a hand flashing with blue light reached out from the void and silently pressed down on her back.
With a deafening roar, followed by a blinding flash of light and a sudden storm, the explosion occurred in the center of the hall. Feng Yue was tossed about in the gale like a fallen leaf. Then, the hand, shimmering with azure light, reappeared in front of her and pressed against her chest. A mouthful of golden blood spurted out, and Feng Yue was sent flying through the air, crashing into a two-meter-diameter stone pillar and embedding herself in the hall's wall. As the storm subsided, Feng Yue's body slid to the ground, leaving a gruesome golden bloodstain on the wall.
The Pope straightened his back: "Revered being, even if you kill us, you cannot find him, and he will only spend his life in endless torment. Moreover, you have already endured so many battles, your divine power greatly diminished; can you still defeat the three of us?"
Andreoli then smiled slightly, "The great Dismasson actually admires Rogge; we will not harm you two unless absolutely necessary."
Fengyue, leaning against the wall, struggled to straighten up, wiping the blood from her mouth, and asked, "If that's the case, why capture him? Tell me, what will it take for you to release him?"
"Heh... As expected of Odellehe. The reason we invited you here was at the behest of a certain chief god. In the struggle between gods, we need your power. As for how to borrow your power, I think you already saw those fallen angel statues outside when you arrived. We only need you to become the eleventh statue. But rest assured, as long as Rogge can find a replacement within the predetermined time, you will be freed."
"Oh? Can you tell me which chief god requested this?"
"Hmm... I'm afraid we can only tell you this after you wake up again. Please rest assured, we are under the orders of Lord Dismasson and will absolutely not do anything to harm you. Moreover, we will do our best to help Rogge rescue you," the Pope said with a smile.
Feng Yue remained silent for a long time, her black hair slowly falling as the air around her stopped, her unfocused eyes revealing the serious injuries she had just suffered. Feng Yue slowly closed her eyes and whispered, "Can I say no?... But before that... let me see him."
The Pope straightened his body and waved his hand, causing a faint mist to slowly rise from the ground. In the mist, the outline of a grand hall gradually emerged in the darkness.
In the center of the hall, more than ten magical torches formed a circle, illuminating a steel platform in the center. On the platform lay a naked man, his hands and feet firmly nailed to the platform by six steel nails imbued with powerful magic. Beside the steel platform stood a woman in elaborate attire, none other than Androni's sister, Catherine, and the man was none other than Roger, whom Feng Yue had been searching for.
Catherine's sleeves were rolled up high, her collar slightly open, revealing her snow-white skin. "Truly a perfect work of art!" she chuckled softly, leaning slightly against Roger. Her slender, delicate hands caressed the fat man's body, her eyes glazed over, and her fragrant lips drew closer to Roger.
Her breath, sweet as orchids, brushed against Roger's face, her tongue licking his neck as she murmured softly. Her tongue gently licked the back of Rogge's ear, and she breathed heavily in his ear, saying, "Rogge, my sister says you're not a good person. So why not surrender to us and submit to the Supreme God? If you're willing to do that, I'll be yours... Just think about it, the Grand Duchess of the most powerful empire on the entire continent can be yours to play with at will. This is a dream that so many people can only dream of." Rogge spat on Catherine's face, his eyes full of disdain. "Get the hell away from me... you slut." She chuckled, completely unconcerned. "You've got quite the personality. No wonder my sister looks at you differently." With that, she got up, took a silk scarf, wiped her face clean, and returned to Rogge.
"I want to see if you're really as strong as the legends say." Catherine suddenly lifted her gorgeous long dress, revealing a dazzling expanse of white. It turned out that she was completely naked beneath her dress! If Catherine in her finest attire represented an unattainable, awe-inspiring standard of perfection and nobility, then her naked body revealed a captivating and alluring charm. Her fair skin was as delicate and smooth as that of an 18 or 19-year-old girl; her naked body was slender and shapely, with curvaceous figures; her breasts were full and firm, and beneath her flat stomach, a mysterious valley, partially hidden by trimmed pubic hair, was overflowing with fragrant, dewy nectar. Her entire body exuded a seductive and alluring aura.
Catherine flipped over and straddled Roger, her two already moist lips half-open, gently pressing against his face, moving slowly at first, then faster. "Ah...ah..." Catherine moaned incessantly, vigorously kneading her breasts, shaping them into various forms, as if this would bring her even greater pleasure. Celine's hands moved faster, kneading her firm breasts. Her fingers parted slightly, allowing the engorged breasts to pass between her fingers, her index and middle fingers tightly pinching and shaking the nipples. The rose-colored tips trembled with her rapid breathing, the delicate cherry-like nipples releasing streams of heat that flowed into her surging blood under the pressure of her hands. The nipples were now erect and swollen, like two small, bright red cherries.
Meanwhile, Catherine's sensitive clitoris swelled more and more from the constant contact and friction with Roger's nose. Between her buttocks and thighs, a wet, sticky mess remained, her love juices flowing more and more, dripping down the edges of her pink, alluring flesh onto his face. The sticky, wet pubic hair constantly brushed against his mouth and nose. The swollen clitoris above her wet, tender opening touched his nose lightly, gently scraping and teasing, while the white love juices flowed even more abundantly. Catherine's breathing grew heavier and more rapid with each breath, her moans growing louder, "Ah... ooh... so good... ah..."
Roger turned away helplessly, deciding to ignore this crazed woman. Seeing Roger's reaction, Catherine giggled, stretching out her knees to clamp his head between them, forcing him to look at her. She then gently parted her labia, already glistening with nectar, revealing the pink, tender flesh and the blooming bud, pressing it tightly against his lips.
"Ah... ooh... ah..." Catherine felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, her legs clamping his head, moaning softly. One hand kneaded her breasts vigorously, her hands flailing and scratching her body; the other hand caressed her blooming bud, then she extended her middle finger, rubbing her sensitive clitoris with increasing speed. The wet bud, like a small mouth, opened and closed, continuously spraying sweet nectar. More and more thick, sticky love fluid flowed from her honeypot, dripping onto Roger's face, eyes, nose, and mouth.
Looking at Roger's face covered in love fluid, Catherine asked lewdly, "Oh...do you think I look pretty here? How does it compare to my sister? I really don't know what's so good about Androni, a lesbian, that makes you so crazy, chasing her almost to death."
Roger felt a pang of pain in his heart, his eyes widened, and he swiftly bit down on Catherine's sensitive clitoris. "Ah..." Catherine cried out in pain, yet even in her painful groan, there was a hidden, seductive allure. Her eyes glazed over, seemingly enjoying it immensely. Although her most tender part was being tightly bitten, Catherine's pink and rosy clitoris remained completely undamaged!
Veins bulged on Roger's forehead; he used almost all his strength to bite down hard! "...Ah...So amazing!" With a high-pitched scream as if she had been thrown into the air, Catherine trembled all over, her lower abdomen contracted, her vaginal walls tightened, and a gush of honey-like fluid spurted out from deep within her petals, spraying all over Roger's face and head.
A wave of relief washed over Catherine, who panted softly and rested briefly. She straightened up and giggled, her hands caressing his chest. She pinched and pulled at Roger's nipples, twisting and turning them forcefully, almost tearing them off. Roger struggled desperately, but bound, he could only grit his teeth and glare angrily. Catherine chuckled and leaned in to kiss his chest, her tongue slowly moving down to lick his navel. Her right hand roamed slowly down Roger's skin, finally grasping his prized manhood. She teasingly squeezed it tightly, then quickly released it. She stroked it from bottom to top with her fingers, her fingertips brushing the tip and returning to the base, repeating this cycle. The incredibly agile movements of her slender fingers had instinctively made it erect. Catherine murmured softly, "Sister...see? Your man has fallen for me too...Since your child can't be saved, let me bear one for you."
Roger painfully closed his eyes after six powerfully magical steel nails were driven into his limbs. He had completely lost control of his body. Passion, pain, and the need to repair his body were merely instinctive reactions.
"Hehe...it's hard, little Roger," Catherine laughed, looking at Roger's massive member, then gripped it tighter and began to stroke it. Roger had clearly put a lot of effort into this when he modified himself; the dark surface gleamed, as thick as a child's arm. "Ugh...you haven't bathed in days, have you? There's a little bit of dirt here!" She then lightly licked the engorged glans between the fleshy folds of her small tongue, causing the bright red glans to swell again, revealing a glossy blackish-purple color. “Wow~~~ It’s gotten even bigger~~~ Looks like your woman is really lucky,” Catherine said with a seductive smile.
Catherine extended a finger, her neatly trimmed nails lightly scraping the tip of the massive member. With each stroke, Roger’s body trembled involuntarily. Her other hand grasped the penis from the base, feeling the weapon throb with each pulse. “Ah… it’s hard enough… I just don’t know how long you little fatso can last… hmm?” As she spoke, the hand gripping the base moved down, lightly brushing against the scrotum, causing a tremor, and the penis grew even thicker.
“Oh~~~ You’re already wet so quickly, do you want me?” Her slender fingers began to grip the penis tightly, moving it up and down rapidly, the purplish-black glans automatically secreting drops of clear fluid to protect itself. Hehe, Catherine flicked it with her finger, and the erect member swayed back and forth dramatically, displaying boundless vitality. On the surface, the veins gradually bulged, the blood flowing back and forth like countless tiny insects swimming inside.
Catherine's finger slowly moved towards the urethra, first gently wiping away the foam with her fingertip, then suddenly her sharp nail slid into the crevice. "Ahhhhhh!" The intense pain made Roger scream loudly, but he dared not move, fearing it would bring even greater agony. Fluid continued to gush out, trying to protect the enormous glans, but the sharp nail gently scratched back and forth inside. Roger reflexively rocked his waist back and forth, trying to lessen the pain. "Oh..." Roger couldn't help but groan, the aching, cold, convulsing, and suffocating pain overwhelming his entire being. "One day I will kill this bitch!!" This thought frantically assaulted his reason.
Catherine sneered, "I thought you were so strong, you can't even handle this little pain..." Her fingernail plunged deeper into his urethra. "Ohhhhhh!" Roger's waist jerked violently, his whole body trembling, tears and sweat streaming down his face! The fingernail scratched inside. "Ahhhhhhh!" Roger's eyes rolled back, almost fainting.
Just as Roger was about to pass out, Catherine slowly pulled her finger out of his glans. She took out a silk handkerchief and gracefully and gently wiped the blood that had gushed from his large glans, like a refined lady wiping the dirt off her child's face. Then, she extended her small, delicate tongue and began to lick the glans. Next, she opened her cherry-like mouth and took the large glans into her mouth, slowly moving downwards until she swallowed the entire penis. Her small tongue circled the glans, her head bobbing up and down, coating the weapon with saliva. The stark contrast left Roger dazed. The narrow passage, like a virgin's vagina, gripped his sensitive head tightly, sending a surge of heat through his body.
Catherine hummed a soft tune, licking the glans with her tongue. Just as Roger was about to ejaculate, her mouth left the massive shaft, her slender hand gripping the base tightly. "Useless... you're about to ejaculate so easily. All that effort I put into getting you away from the Pope!"
she said, her sharp nails digging into the excruciating crevice once more. Pain and pleasure swirled around the throbbing opening of his urethra, Roger so tormented he no longer had the strength to even groan.
Suddenly, Catherine's small hand, gripping Roger's genitals, yanked downwards, pulling the foreskin around the tip of his penis back halfway, revealing bright red blood vessels and a large amount of white fluid. "Ugh..." Roger groaned, his teeth clenched, too pained to even groan.
Catherine, lying beneath Roger, licked his bloodied, mangled penis with her tongue, letting out a satisfied moan, "Mmm... such a wonderful taste... it's a pity only you can bring me such pleasure." She then pulled the foreskin back completely, took out her magical steel knife, and used it to remove the foreskin from the penis. Beads of sweat dripped from Roger's forehead, and his eyes twitched uncontrollably. He wanted to simply faint, but the magic circle binding him kept stimulating his mind, keeping him conscious as he endured Catherine's torture.
"Mmm... not bad, you lasted this long. I wonder if you can last this long when it's real!" Thinking this, Catherine skipped like a young girl to the steel platform, scooped up some unknown liquid from the nearby water container, and poured it over Roger. Whoosh! The milky-white liquid, imbued with a strong sense of holiness and life, poured over Roger. These liquids possessed almost magical power; they were absorbed by Rogge's wounds at an incredible speed, rapidly repairing his body.
In his hazy consciousness, Rogge felt his lower body enveloped by something soft, gently kneaded—it felt incredibly comfortable. He heard the panting of a young girl, feeling as if he were back in the Divine Forest, playing with Adjani. "A dream…this must be a dream." Suddenly, the pressure between his legs increased significantly. Rogge opened his eyes. "Ah…you?! Catherine!!" His consciousness returned quickly, and realizing his situation, Rogge sighed deeply.
Catherine was straddling him, swaying her hips back and forth. "Mmm…oh…ah…you…you're awake…ah ah…"
"Ah…ah…so happy…so strong!" Rogge's member was completely swallowed by Catherine's honeyed orifice, white love fluid splattering from their point of contact. Her unusually petite and narrow passage was stretched wide by Roger's enormous member, gripping her tightly and firmly. With each sway of her body, waves of fullness surged through her.
She felt the massive member beneath her growing hotter and larger. Catherine went wild, her blonde hair dancing in the air as she swayed back and forth. Catherine
closed her eyes tightly, clenched her teeth, and pressed her hands against Roger's chest, forcefully rotating her slender waist, feeling the massive member grinding and pressing against her deepest depths. She could feel his huge, thick, hard penis plunging deep into the very depths of her body. The enormous, burning hot glans ground and rubbed against her already incredibly sensitive clitoris.
Catherine slightly raised her hips, lifting her vagina slightly from the glans, then suddenly sat down, swallowing it completely. "Ahhhhhh! So good!" An explosive wave of pleasure surged through Catherine's heart. Roger's penis grew even thicker with each attack from her vagina. As Catherine moved wildly up and down, the massive penis thrust fiercely in and out of her narrow vagina, rubbing intensely against the tender flesh of her vaginal walls. This stimulated her hot vaginal walls, causing them to pulsate rhythmically. Her extremely sensitive vaginal mucosa, unable to withstand the stimulation, clung tightly to the thick, rock-hard penis.
Slippery and wet, the tender walls of her vagina, repeatedly rubbed by the thick, hard penis, involuntarily began to clench tightly, rising and falling continuously. A series of "plop plop" sounds came from below. "Ah
... Roger laughed and continued, "Nicole! What are you thinking about? Why aren't you doing anything? Oh~~~ I know, you're deciding whether to cut off her head first or rip out her heart, right?... Hahahaha!"
Although she knew it was fake, Catherine still couldn't stop trembling. She screamed wildly, "No... Don't say it... Don't say it!!!" With that, she ducked down and pulled a small, exquisite dagger from the edge of the steel platform. With a swift swing, a red light flashed across Roger's neck. "Glug glug," Roger's maniacal laughter, cut off from his throat, produced a sound like bubbles rising in water. "I told you to say it... I told you to say it again...!!!" Catherine's eyes were bloodshot, and like a madwoman, she raised the dagger and stabbed it fiercely into Roger's chest.
One after another, bright flashes of lightning streaked across the scene, and where each flash landed, a vividly beautiful crimson flower bloomed!
Catherine, head thrown back, screamed hysterically, gripping the dagger tightly in both hands, plunging it again and again into Rogge's chest and abdomen! With each thrust, her body trembled involuntarily, as if the tide of pleasure had surged to a new height! Then she collapsed onto Rogge, motionless, only muffled gasps escaping her mouth and nose.
Slowly, Catherine rose, reaching for a steel needle beside her. She heated it over a magical torch, and pale blue flames climbed to the tip. Catherine placed the needle on the still-erect weapon and asked, "Little Rogge, do you surrender?"... After a while, Rogge remained unresponsive, his eyes closed. She chuckled, then took a small hammer crackling with purple electricity and gently drove the needle into the crevice at the top of the massive object, one stroke at a time. A loud "clang" rang out as the needle was driven into the steel plate. Roger trembled all over, clenching his teeth and remaining motionless. After the needle was firmly inserted, Catherine shook the end of the needle to check if it was secure. "Ugh!" A searing, excruciating pain made Roger faint.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of water sprayed onto Roger's face, and he slowly regained consciousness after a long while. By then, Catherine had straightened her clothes and looked at him, saying, "Hmph... I'm going back. Remember, the flames on this needle will burn for a whole day. If you still haven't surrendered when I come back tomorrow, then there will be even more for you to try." With that, she turned and left.

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