Xilingyin Kingdom 34-36

Chapter 34, "The Arrival of Azeroth

," presents a real Azeroth that differs significantly from the one depicted in the Warcraft games.

After all, information from another world must traverse the void and influence people to create a
story. Inevitably, distortions and gaps in information arise during this process. After the creators' additions,
the story we encounter is somewhat indistinguishable from the true Azeroth.

First, the Burning Legion's invasion is delayed. Then, Sylvanas escapes Arthas's
control ahead of schedule. As a result, the orcs establish a foothold in Kalimdor, and the Forsaken establish a kingdom in Old Lordaeron.

However, the great war that will determine the fate of the world has not yet erupted. Even the Scourge has been driven out of Tirisfal
and into Northrend. Arthas becomes the Lich King before Archimonde is even dead.

While the Burning Legion could still invade at any time, at least this world isn't as devastating as depicted in the games. However,
the conflict between the Alliance and the Horde is relatively more intense. This might be even worse for some forces caught in the middle
. On a deserted island near Theramore, a port city on the

eastern coast of Kalimdor ...

Jaina Proudmoore, the Queen of Theramore,
awaited them with an army. Even now, she was still unsure of
the situation.

A great mage, in a dark chamber within her capital city, protected by numerous magical arrays, had been
directly invaded in her mind. Although the being speaking directly into her mind claimed to be
a 'god' who ruled the world, the damage inflicted by the Burning Legion was still fresh in her mind. In fact, those demons
still threatened all of Azeroth.

She couldn't be sure whether that being was truly a god, another demonic army, or simply
a prank by a powerful mage. Regardless, Jaina had to react. She gathered all the forces she could recall in
time and brought them to the location the enemy had informed her of. Although she didn't
know what such a small force could accomplish if it truly was another demonic army.

Just as Jaina was still troubled, a change occurred on the sea. The ever-present sea breeze
suddenly ceased, and even the churning waves calmed. But increasingly dense dark clouds gathered in the sky,
rumbling thunder echoing from within. The air itself trembled, as if something powerful was approaching
. This eerie sight unsettled Jaina's soldiers.

Just as the army's mages were busy casting calming spells on their troops, a powerful energy surge suddenly
appeared , and a golden light descended from the sky. Then, more golden lights pierced through the dark clouds. A golden
gate appeared on the horizon, slowly opening. A warship, far larger than Jaina and her companions had imagined, flew out from
the golden gate.

This magnificent warship, as massive as a fortress and radiating holy light, slowly descended onto the sea after emerging from the golden gate
. As soon as it hovered in mid-air, a group of people clad in ornate silver-white robes
flew out of the warship. At the same time, a powerful force, imperceptible to everyone, swept across
Azeroth . In that instant, Jaina, who had still harbored some wariness
, was free of doubt. In this turbulent time, her constantly anxious heart suddenly became incredibly calm and peaceful.

That was God; as long as she wholeheartedly served Him with her own body, all dangers and suffering would no longer
be frightening, and she would obtain eternal happiness. An unprecedented piety and fervor appeared in Jaina's eyes,
just like the entire army behind her.

Whether in the previous life or this life on Earth, there were Warcraft games.
Naturally, I was no stranger to Jaina. Standing before this woman I had known for two lifetimes, I carefully observed her.

She had beautiful, shoulder-length blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a curvaceous, alluring figure. The sky-blue
master's robes added an elegant air to her, making her even more alluring. Compared to
Sandra ; if Sandra's beauty was so exquisite it was intoxicating and untouchable, then Jaina's
beauty was so sexy it would ignite the lust of any man at first sight.

I was no exception; in fact, my lust was even more intense and unrestrained. Without any hesitation
, I pulled out my penis and thrust it in.

Jaina bowed her head deeply, leading her army in a devout kneeling position. Sensing
the approach of the 'god,' her heart pounded faster and faster, as excited as when she first entered Dalaran and became an apprentice of Antonidas
to learn magic.

Just as she was wildly imagining what the 'god' would say to her first words, she suddenly
felt a hot, fleshy mass press against her forehead. Jaina looked up in surprise. With her
movement, my glans rubbed against her delicate skin, sliding from her forehead to the bridge of her nose.

Seeing the 'god's' thick, hard penis pressed against her face, Jaina was overjoyed. "This
…

this great god is actually using his noble cock to fuck my face! This…this is such an honor!"

Her watery blue eyes shone with a fascinated and feverish light. Jaina quickly tilted her beautiful face upwards,
moving her head to match the rubbing of the glans, allowing the purplish-red glans to more comfortably ravage her smooth face.

Feeling the smooth touch of the glans, I squinted my eyes in pleasure. I had thought that this
female leader, who had led her followers and endured hardships crossing oceans to build her empire, would have rough skin from her past exposure to the elements.
However , I had seriously underestimated the magical power of Azeroth. Even magical
civilizations of the Vidis and Odor's caliber could invent so many beauty treatments, allowing their noblewomen to maintain skin as delicate as a
young girl's ; Azeroth was naturally even more advanced. The glans of his penis rubbed against Jaina's delicate face,
feeling a tenderness far surpassing that of Vidis, and nearly on par with the beauties of Xiling.

He gripped his penis, pressing the glans against Jaina's face; he wantonly scribbled on her face, thoroughly ravaging her
sexy features; only then did he ejaculate with pleasure onto her pretty face, the thick, sticky semen spraying
all over her.

Despite being covered in his semen, Jaina took it as a glorious gift from 'gods'.

She couldn't help but excitedly turn her head, tilting her face slightly upwards, displaying her semen-covered face to her
subordinates, eliciting cheers.

Jaina's soldiers and mages, kneeling on the ground and waiting in vain, had begun to secretly peek upwards
, discovering that their leader seemed to be having her face violated by a 'god'. Because of the angle,
they couldn't see clearly and found it hard to believe that a mere mortal could receive the blessing of being violated by a 'god'; even if this
woman was their revered leader. But at this moment, when Jaina proudly displayed the semen on her face,
they were finally certain. Their female leader had even been recognized by the gods, who had bestowed upon her
sacred semen. A deafening cheer erupted.

Not having time to watch her subordinates' excitement, Jaina dared not neglect the 'god' too much.
She only briefly showed her face covered in semen before turning her head back. Then,
the thick, large penis that had just ejaculated on her face was shoved into her sexy red lips.

'Could it be? The great god just violated my face, and now he's going to fuck my mouth?' "This...this is
simply ..." Jaina was so surprised she could hardly believe it, but her mouth didn't dare to slack off, sucking vigorously.

Behind her were my five thousand Xiling troops, and in front were Jaina's loyal soldiers. Right
among , I gently swayed my penis, stirring it wantonly in the mouth of this legendary beautiful mage. Enjoying her sexy
lips, warm flesh, and smooth tongue.

Feeling the thick penis in her mouth,
Jaina ," almost used all her strength, employing her tongue with all her might.

Her red lips pursed, tightly holding my penis; she sucked hard in her mouth, letting her flesh press against the hot penis;

she then tried to move her head in and out, rubbing the flesh against the penis incessantly; her nimble tongue
was also non-stop, rolling up and down between the glans and the shaft.

On the remote island, a large army gathered, yet no one uttered a sound, save for the occasional slurping sounds from Jaina as she diligently
licked sucked. In this strange setting, I quickly reached my climax, cupping Jaina
's head and sending copious amounts of semen into her mouth, which she then swallowed whole.

Feeling my penis thoroughly cleaned in Jaina's mouth, I withdrew with satisfaction, lifting her
chin and saying, "Excellent. As expected of the Jaina Proudmoore, renowned throughout Azeroth, you've
satisfied my penis greatly. Now, take me to your city and give me a proper explanation of the current situation."

The port city of Theramore,

the city Jaina herself founded, held countless memories for her. It was here that she led
the refugees of Lordaeron to escape the threat of the undead, earning her the reputation of a hero. It was also here that she allowed
the Horde to kill her father, accusing her of betraying humanity. Now, still here, she gloriously
became the fleshly vessel for the great true god to vent his lust.

These days, Jaina felt her life had reached its glorious peak.
All the voices that had questioned and scorned her, whether openly or secretly, had vanished, leaving only envious and jealous gazes.

All of this was because of the penis that was thrusting relentlessly into her vagina. Thinking of this,
Jaina, lying on the table with her snowy buttocks raised, receiving the thrusts, cried out even more proudly with each stroke of the penis. This drew even more envy from the gaze
that had been watching her.

The owner of that gaze was Tyrande Whisperwind, who had just arrived in Theramore.

The spatial tremors caused by her descent, and the news of the 'true god's' arrival sent by Jaina's messengers, spread
rapidly throughout Azeroth. Without the slightest doubt, under my world-sweeping power of manipulation,
except for three people I deliberately left unaffected, all other living beings believed the news without question.

All the nobles of Azeroth were discussing one issue: how to
best please the true gods of the Highborne. Their twisted consciousness ultimately led to only one conclusion:

send the most beautiful and high-ranking women to serve their genitals.

It was against this backdrop that Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage was urgently awakened from the Emerald Dream.

Without hesitation, he immediately took his wife, the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande Whisperwind, and rushed to
Theramore. Their swift response made them the second-largest force to arrive after the orcs.

The cunning Malfurion was deeply pleased with this. Clearly, the "Father God of the Highborne" before him, currently raping
Jaina , had a similar aesthetic sense to humans and was completely uninterested in orcs. He
saw this as an opportunity. Malfurion was quite confident in his wife's beauty.

He tugged at his wife's priestess robes, bringing Tyrande, who was watching Jaina being violated with envy, back to reality.
Malfurion bowed deeply to me: "Great Father of the Night Elves, your descent to save this afflicted
world is our deepest gratitude. We, the Night Elves, will be your most devout and humble servants in the world.

To show our subservience, please allow me to offer my wife—Tyrande Whisperwind, the Night Elf leader
and Priestess for your pleasure."

Hearing her husband's words, Tyrande walked towards me with alluring cat-like steps. After the War of the Ancients, she had abandoned
the ways of the upper nobility; Tyrande, who revered nature, had not walked like this in a long time. Now,
however, she had to dig out those wanton High Elf manners from the depths of her memory, trying her best
to appear more seductive and alluring.

This place was the meeting hall of Theramore, with a huge round conference table in the center. This
meant that Tyrande, standing opposite, had to circle the table to get closer, forcing her awkward
cat-like steps to repeat themselves many times.

It was at this very conference table that Jaina deliberated countless resolutions that would determine the fate of Theramore. Now,
she was still in that familiar seat of honor. However, she wasn't sitting in a chair. That poor chair had been
thrown far away to the corner by me.

Now, Jaina was sprawled on the table where she used to keep her documents. Her legs dangled over the edge, a large stack of municipal
documents cushioned her lower abdomen, making her snowy buttocks stick up high. My penis thrust in and out of her juicy
honey pot with a series of thuds, constantly drawing out Jaina's glistening nectar. That lewd fluid flowed down,
soaking the stack of documents beneath her lower abdomen.

Before, standing opposite me, I couldn't see very clearly. I could only see me constantly pounding against Jaina's snowy buttocks. Now,
she was right next to me. Tyrande could clearly see Jaina's pink vaginal flesh, gripping my thick...
My penis was being pulled in and out with each thrust.

This made Tyrande, who had been on her way here, secretly fantasizing about how I would rape her,
wet . She stood beside me, slightly aroused, but dared not lean against me.

One hand rested on Jaina's snowy buttocks, my penis continuing to thrust rapidly in her honey hole; the other hand wrapped around
Tyrande 's slender waist, pulling her into my arms. My fingers didn't hold back, directly inserting between her legs.

Tyrande had deliberately worn a relatively thin priest's robe to be fucked. My fingers, along with
her robe, pressed into her vagina. Feeling the robe separating my fingers from the warm flesh
quickly becoming wet, I smiled kindly at her.

"You're not used to doing such pretentious things now, are you? Don't be too reserved in front of me. Just
be yourself in front of me, whatever you usually are."

Tyrande was a little surprised by what I said, looking at me with slight astonishment.

I smiled amicably at her again, withdrew my finger from Tyrande's vagina, and slapped her buttocks.

"Go. Put on your armor, mount your white tiger, and wait for me outside the hall. I want to fuck the
white tiger priestess Tyrande Whisperwind, who once roamed countless battlefields and participated in the war of salvation, not
this effeminate woman walking with a swaying cat-like gait.

" "Great true god..." Tyrande was so excited she couldn't speak.

She took a deep breath, bowed to me, and turned to leave the hall. As she passed Malfurion, she glared at him
fiercely . It seemed that wearing the thin priestess robes and walking with a cat-like gait to fawn over me was his idea.

"This... great true god, please allow me to take my leave as well, to help my wife
prepare for your defilement." A somewhat embarrassed Malfurion apologized to me and also left.

There was no one else in the hall, and I thrust into Jaina's vagina with all my might. After a long while, I finally ejaculated into her uterus with my
full satisfaction . By this time, Jaina had already orgasmed countless times and was so exhausted from my fucking that she
didn't even have the strength to move.

Although she was a powerful archmage, she was no different from an ordinary Earth woman under my cock
. And this was before even using my enhanced cock and aphrodisiac abilities. If I had played with her like I did
with , she would have been ecstatic to death.

I pulled out my cock and threw Jaina, who was lying motionless on the table. With my engorged cock still erect, I
walked out of the hall.

Chapter 35 Riding on a White Tiger Riding a White Tiger

Outside the council hall of Theramore, there was a small square.

It wasn't big, only enough to hold about a hundred people. Now, Tyrande was waiting there with twenty or thirty 'sentinels'.

Her husband Malfurion and my lieutenant Sivis seemed to be giving them some instructions.

Seeing me walk out of the hall, Malfurion quickly came to greet me. "Great God. My wife
is ready to be violated by you at any time."

I nodded without speaking, waving my hand to shoo away the great druid who was about to be cuckolded. I walked directly
towards Tyrande. My loyal lieutenant, Sivis, followed behind me. The '
sentinels parted to the sides as I approached, revealing the Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande, in the center.

The white tiger that had carried Tyrande through countless battles lay on the ground with its back to me, its head held high
. It looked like a fur-lined recliner.

Tyrande lay back against the white tiger's back, her hands gripping her Elune's Bow behind her head. Her two
long, beautiful legs were bent and spread apart, her bare feet resting on the white tiger's back, her pert buttocks positioned
between . If her legs were blooming petals, her purple vulva would be the alluring stamen.

As I had commanded, Tyrande donned her armor. However, while the lewd armor before me was indeed in the style of a night
elf , it certainly wasn't Tyrande's own.

I turned to Sivis and asked, "Did you find her armor?"

Sivis nodded, then shook his head. "I made it, but I didn't provide it. This armor
originally belonged to this lady; it was what she wore to the battlefield. I just had the Xiling engineers modify
it."

"Fortunately, night elf armor itself exposes large areas of skin, such as the lower abdomen, making it quite
sexy. So, I only made modifications in two places." As he spoke, Sivis pulled
a . "First, the chest. I removed the part covering the breasts, but I still kept the breastplate.
However, there wasn't much left; it looks like just a circle of lace wrapped around the breasts."

Sivis explained to me while waving the whip in his hand, circling
and poking Tyrande's exposed breasts; he even used the tip of the whip to pluck Tyrande's purple nipples a few times.

Tyrande remained silent and unmoved. She simply gazed at me with a devout and fanatical look, her feet
firmly planted on the white tiger's back, her hands gripping Elune's Bow tightly behind her head.

"The second change is to her vulva. It was originally a thong. I did
the same . I removed the small piece of armor that covered her vulva, but kept the border pattern." The whip slid
down, circling Tyrande's vulva.

"Oh, right," Sivis added, remembering something else, "I also shaved her pubic hair.
How can a white tiger priestess not be a white tiger?"

Sivis casually flicked Tyrande's clitoris a few times with the whip.
Unexpectedly the white tiger priestess suddenly climaxed. A glistening jet of fluid gushed out,
startling us slightly.

Even as Tyrande climaxed, she remained firmly in her position, displaying
the resilience of a savior heroine. The only change was that she lowered her eyes, too embarrassed to look at me again. She had been
prepared to serve me with her vagina, but before even receiving a penis, she had already started to squirt. This lapse seemed to make
Tyrande feel a sense of shame for failing in her duty.

Looking at Tyrande, I continued, "Did you arrange her current position?"

"Yes, I arranged it all. I didn't actually put handcuffs, shackles, or a gag on her, but
she had to bend her legs, put her hands behind her back, and keep her mouth tightly shut, restraining herself even more firmly than if she were actually bound by props
. A leader of a race, a noble moon goddess priestess, a seasoned general..."
"A heroine who once participated in the war of salvation. Now, she rides her war pet, wears her armor, and
wields her weapon. Yet she remains motionless, allowing you to rape her at will."

Sivis spoke passionately, his whip waving again.

"Would you like to play with this leader's little mouth?" Sivis shoved the whip into Tyrande's mouth, stirring it
wantonly . "Please enjoy!"

"Would you like to play with this moon goddess's breasts?" Sivis pressed the whip against Tyrande's nipple
, rubbing it deeply into the flesh. "Please enjoy as much as you like!"

"Would you like to play with this general's asshole?" Sivis thrust the whip into Tyrande's anus,
pumping it rapidly a few times. "Please enjoy as much as you like!"

"Would you like to play with this hero's cunt?" Sivis raised the whip high. "Fuck it to pieces!"
The whip lashed down, striking Tyrande's clitoris again.

Her clitoris was brutally whipped, and her body shuddered violently. But just as Sivis had said, this great
heroine restrained herself tightly, maintaining a posture of being fucked and played with.

"Father of the Nation. Leader of the Sisterhood of Elune, founder of the Sentinels, and leader of the Night Elf race—
Tyrande Whisperwind, the Priestess of the Moon Goddess. She is ready to be violated by you at any time." Sivis put away the whip, bent
slightly , and turned to the side in a gesture of "please." "Please enjoy this heroine's body
to your heart's content."

As expected, the female adjutant who understands my thoughts best. I guess as soon as she heard that I had Tyrande wearing armor and riding a white tiger to
be fucked, she understood what I wanted most. In such a short time, she arranged it so perfectly to my
liking . I feel like I can't live without this loyal female adjutant anymore.

I spread my legs and mounted the white tiger. I moved my buttocks little by little, letting my penis force itself against Tyrande's tender purple
flesh . The glans rubbed back and forth against Tyrande's full vulva, but she remained silent and motionless.
However, the muscles in her lower abdomen visibly contracted and twitched a few times, indicating that she was feeling quite intensely.

After a few rubs, the glans pressed against Tyrande's clitoris. Even the powerful Priestess of the Moon, it's unclear
how she trained her clitoris's defenses; Sivis's whip had just lashed her quite badly. Controlling his penis, he made the 'lubricant' secreted
from his urethra have a healing effect. He held his penis and made the urethra 'kiss' Tyrande's clitoris.

Gently rubbing it, he enjoyed the pleasure of violating her clitoris while spreading the 'lubricant' all over her
clitoris, healing her injury.

The pleasure of the clitoris and glans rubbing against each other, combined with the comfort of being healed. Not to mention that just being rubbed by my glans
actually healed the injury. Although the injury could be said to be so small as to be almost negligible, for
Tyrande, who had entered a fanatical state, it was... This served as yet another reminder that she was about to be penetrated by a "great
true god." The thought alone made her vagina incredibly aroused. All of this brought Tyrande
close to the brink of orgasm.

I coated her clitoris with my "lubricant," and with a slid of my glans, I finally reached the entrance to her wet, sweet vagina.

With a gentle push, aided by Tyrande's own vaginal fluid, I easily squeezed into her vagina. First
the glans , then the shaft. As I penetrated deeper, Tyrande reacted. Her toes clenched, her legs tightening more and
more.

When my penis reached the very end of her vagina, the priestess could no longer hold back and
orgasmed .

Feeling the rush of pleasure washing over my glans, I didn't rush to thrust. Instead, I reached out and squeezed Tyrande's
breasts, playing with them wantonly.

The three consecutive orgasms inevitably caused Tyrande's body to sag slightly. Feeling the
large penis inserted into her vagina, a person whose profession is serving the gods cannot tolerate the slightest slackening in her
service . She immediately twisted her body, her limbs, which had just relaxed slightly,
tensed up again. Her body tensed, preparing to present her flesh to the 'god' in the best position
for play .

Seeing Tyrande's movement, I thrust my penis in as she wished,
pumping . My hands didn't relax either, continuing to grab and knead her breasts at will.

Riding on the white tiger, thrusting my penis, I defiled the fully armed white tiger priestess lying on the white tiger. I
quickly ejaculated my first load of semen inside her vagina.

But this did not quell my lust. Without even pulling out, I continued thrusting my still hard penis in
Tyrande . Her wet, juicy
flesh, soaked with her vaginal fluids and my semen, clung tightly to my penis, writhing and contracting with my movements.

This powerful heroine lay there reverently, silently allowing me to play with her. Wanting to feel her
delicate skin, I caressed her body; wanting to play with her breasts, I could easily grab and knead them.
My penis surged pleasurably within her vagina, sending this heroine to orgasm several times before ejaculating thick semen into
her uterus .

But it wasn't over yet. The glans, having just ejaculated against her cervix, began to
slowly circle against her vulva, stirring the sensitive flesh of her vagina. One hand still kneaded Tyrande's breasts, while the other
inserted fingers into her mouth, whereupon a smooth, fragrant tongue immediately curled up and began to lick. I caught this
lively tongue and dragged it out of her mouth. Letting saliva drool from the corners of her mouth, Tyrande obediently opened her mouth and stuck out
her tongue, allowing my fingers to pinch and play with it.

One hand played with her breasts, the other pinched her tongue, while my penis continued to thrust in and out of her vagina. Watching
this night elf leader so submissively allow me to play with her body at will, I couldn't help but quicken my thrusts, then ejaculated into her womb
for the third time.

After ejaculating three times, I wanted to catch my breath. I quietly soaked my penis in Tyrande's honeyed depths,
my hands roaming and caressing her body.

Seeing this, Sivis, who had been standing silently behind me, clapped his hands.

Just as I was somewhat puzzled, the sentinels who had been standing around for a long time suddenly moved.

The sentinels—an organization founded by Tyrande herself—only recruited female members. And those she brought along to
'serve' the god were naturally the most beautiful among them.

These beautiful female sentinels, centered around Tyrande and me, began to dance an ancient war dance to worship the god.

These night elf beauties moved with light, graceful steps, fluttering around us like butterflies among flowers.
Their armor was all treated the same way as Tyrande's, exposing their breasts and vulvas. With each dance,
waves of breasts swayed and flesh shimmered all around. The once elegant and heroic war dance became utterly lewd.

Stimulated by the surrounding erotic dance, my penis began to throb again. And right in front of me was
a beautiful female general, available for my wanton defilement. Naturally, I thrust my cock in to enjoy her.

Surrounded by the alluring war dance of the beautiful, fleshy sentinels, I, in the center, watched this lewd dance
while indulging in the exquisite bodies of their generals. Once, twice, three times, I tirelessly unleashed my lust on
Tyrande , filling her lower abdomen with my semen until it swelled slightly. Her juices mixed with semen
flowed continuously, turning our white tigers into wet tigers.

Only when the sturdy sentinels could no longer dance did I temporarily release the moon priestess beneath me.

I dismounted from the white tiger, my penis still gushing semen, staining Tyrande's body a white, viscous mess.
Satisfied, I nodded and ordered the sentries to carry her to Jaina's room for a threesome later.

As for Tyrande's cuckolded druid husband, who had been waiting for ages, I didn't even bother talking to him.

I left without a second glance, not even letting him near. I immediately ordered Sivis
to announce I had taken his wife.

In the days that followed, the Siling Fortress outside the city expanded rapidly under the care of Chen Jun and Shandora.

Meanwhile, I spent my days taking Jaina and Tyrande everywhere, scattering my semen all over Theramore.

As time passed, envoys from other races of Azeroth arrived one after another. I accepted
all , leaving the real business to Chen Jun and Shandora. Just like in the original story,
under the call of us 'gods,' the various races united to form the 'Saviors' Army. In reality, due to my altered consciousness, the "
Salvation Army " was established much faster and easier than in the original story. They cooperated with the Xiling army
to engage in fierce battles with the slowly emerging enemy forces.

More and more Xiling legions were produced, and a space fleet was also deployed. However, we
gained no advantage whatsoever. We had the Salvation Army as cannon fodder, while the enemy had the Scourge and the Burning Legion. We had
a space fleet, and naturally, there were also many Fallen Apostles from the Xiling Empire; they even deployed a
several-dozen-kilometer-long Eternal-class strategic fortress. Facing this behemoth, even with two Emperor-level Apostles on our side, we
were having a very tough time.

The battle reached a stalemate, and Chen Jun and Sandra were busy all day long.

As for me...

I had Jaina and Tyrande as the main course, with a constant stream of beauties from humans and night elves as side dishes.

They were busy spreading the flames of war across the world, while I was busy spreading my semen all over the room.

"The problem with the 'Saviour's Army' is getting worse."

That day, as usual, I was rolling around in bed with Jaina and Tyrande when Shandora suddenly burst in.
Always exuding queenly authority, she was no exception today.

"We, the Fallen Apostles, the Burning Legion, and the Saviour's Army. Of these four forces, the largest in numbers is
the Saviour's Army, composed of all the races of Azeroth. They should have been holding back a large number of enemy troops,
like the Burning and Scourge. But now, the Saviour's role is diminishing. More and more
undead and demons that they should have been holding back have joined our lines, tying down our already strained
forces ."

"Why is this happening?" I asked, lying in bed, somewhat puzzled. Jaina and Tyrande, completely oblivious to our
conversation , were focused on licking my penis.

"The problem between the Alliance and the Horde is widening, seriously impacting the entire war effort
."

"That's impossible." I was shocked. I had clearly used my alteration power to overwrite the entirety of Azeroth
. Now all races should be my followers. How could they, after I explicitly ordered them to put aside their conflicts
, still be dragging each other down to this extent?

"Now both sides regard us as true gods, and this situation shouldn't have occurred. But, all of this
is because of you."

Sandra's sharp eyes stared at the two tongues licking my penis, her face showing obvious
displeasure .

"These past few days you've raped countless beauties sent by the Alliance, but haven't touched a single one sent by the Horde. I
know it's unlikely you'll actually sleep with those orcs, tauren, or trolls. The blood elves
can't send any beauties because Silvermoon City is under siege. But the fact that the Alliance is exclusively favored by your dick is still
making the Horde unstable. In fact, they even suspect they've been abandoned by our 'gods.' This makes
them quite frustrated. Some in the Alliance are also taking the opportunity to bully them. In short, even a church composed of fanatics
will have factional infighting, let alone these arch-enemies. Even though we won't
actually 's already reached the point where we can't fight together."

At this point, Shandora raised her chin and commanded me, "So, you shouldn't be playing with women anymore
." Of

course, I couldn't accept such an order. However, what Shandora said was indeed a problem. Although
the Salvation Army was just cannon fodder, the main force still depended on the Xiling Legion. However, in war, caution is always better than no fault.

If we really lose, then there will be no more opportunities to cheat.

I thought for a moment and an idea came to me. I pushed Jaina and Tyrande aside, got up and walked to Shandra's Noodles.

I pressed her head down, shoved my penis into that tempting little mouth, and began to feed her with my semen.

"Leave this problem to me. To put it bluntly, it's just that I haven't fucked any Horde women, I'll
just go and fuck some."

Chapter 36 Purification A siege tower for a siege anti-proton orbital defense cannon appeared overnight in

the air above the port city of Theramore , and was regarded as another miracle by the residents of Theramore. This six-pointed star-shaped steel floating island, almost half the size of Theramore, has nearly half of its area as an alloy platform. On this platform, a temporary platform has been erected, and I am sitting in a chair in the center of the platform. As usual, two beautiful women are kneeling below me, licking my penis. However, it wasn't Jaina and Tyrande, who had been serving . It was Sally Whitemane and Bridget Abidis, watching these two who had once charged towards them in the game.

The slain character reappeared vividly before me, kneeling devoutly, his tongue incessantly
licking my penis—a truly bizarre sensation. Around us stood a squad of
female Scarlet Crusaders clad in crimson robes.

Whether it was Sally and Bridget, or the ordinary Scarlet Crusaders standing nearby, they
all Their naked bodies, wrapped in the thin robes, exuded a lewd
aura. Their snow-white thighs were exposed, the hem barely concealing their private parts, fluttering in the breeze, revealing glimpses

of their alluring valleys .

Sally Whitemane and Bridget Abidis, in this mutated world, these two beauties
had not yet embarked on the path of the 'game.' But that was no problem. Under my direct command, a new
Grand Inspector and a new Grand General made their dazzling debut. The grace from the 'True God' has
made shining new stars of the Scarlet Crusade. At the same time, it has fueled their fanaticism towards me.

Soon, they will help me perform an important ritual: to have the Banshee Queen Sylvanas
'purified' beneath my penis.

This will be a milestone in the history of Azeroth.

Under my manipulated will,

in the eyes of those fanatical followers of the Holy Light who seek the complete end of the undead, being 'purified' by my penis
is more thorough than the past practice of 'purifying' the undead through slaughter. And for Sylvanas, as the leader of the Forsaken, to be 'purified'
is equivalent to the entire Forsaken race being 'purified'. From now on, in their hearts, the 'Holy War'
has been won, and the Forsaken will be treated as an ordinary race.

The Forsaken themselves, needless to say, see their queen's rape by me as a crucial ritual of
divine redemption and rebirth.

For the other races of the Horde, even the most despised undead will receive my 'forgiving redemption'.

Their fear of being treated differently by the gods would lessen somewhat. Some Grand Alliance supporters
would also tone down their mockery of the Horde.

In short, Shandora's complaints should be somewhat alleviated.

"Where is Sylvanas?" I asked Sivis, lounging in my chair, enjoying
the soft .

After a moment of silence, seemingly checking through the Imperial network, Sivis replied, "She's
arrived below the platform and is ascending the teleportation point. She'll be there soon."

Sylvanas Windrunner, the former Ranger-General and now the Banshee Queen, was carrying a
heavy alloy cross, walking towards me step by step. Originally naked, she
had donned her black cloak at my insistence.

Without the cloak, she wouldn't look like a Dark Ranger, and I leered as I admired this tragic, legendary
heroine .

Her beauty, emanating from the High Elves, remained undiminished even in death.
Her ashen skin and gray hair
, transformed into undead, ironically gave her an unusual allure. Her full breasts and pert buttocks made her body incredibly alluring.

The Banshee Queen's arms were spread wide, firmly bound to the cross on her back.
A slight bulge on the cross near her shoulders pushed her chest forward, making her full
breasts appear even more prominent.

Instead of coming directly to me, Sylvanas stopped before the platform where I sat. The heavy
cross on her back was secured in a corresponding groove in the ground.

I patted Sally and Bridget on the head, stood up, and led them to Sylvanas.

"Begin," I commanded.

Sally and Bridget quickly ran from behind me to either side of Sylvanas. First, he bowed
respectfully , then his expression hardened as he turned to Sylvanas and demanded, "Who stands before me?"

Sylvanas bowed her head humbly and replied, "Sinner Sylvanas Windrunner."

"What sin have you committed?"

"The dead cannot rest in their graves, and the spirits roam the world. My very existence is a sin that disrupts the order of life and death."

"Why have you come here?"

"I here pray to the great true god to defile my lowly cunt with his noble cock.
To purify my defiled body with his holy semen, so that I may be reborn." Having

finished their exchange, Sally and Bridget went to either end of the cross binding Sylvanas and simultaneously pressed
the red buttons on both ends. The cross began to sink into the grooves that held it in place, and Sylvanas
bent her legs until she finally knelt on the ground.
Sally and Bridget didn't release the button until her head was level with my erect penis .

They returned to Sylvanas's sides and shouted simultaneously, "Sinner Sylvanas, open your
filthy little mouth and welcome the noble cock of the great true god!"

Sylvanas immediately opened her mouth wide.

"Great true god, please lend me your noble cock to 'purify' this undead's filthy
little mouth ," Sally pleaded, kneeling between my legs. After receiving my nod of agreement, she held my engorged
penis in her hands and offered it to Sylvanas.

Bridget, meanwhile, grabbed Sylvanas's white hair with one hand and pulled her chin with the other. And so, my penis was forced into
Sylvanas's wide-open mouth. "You lowly undead, thank the true god for his grace
!"

*Slap!* Sally slapped Sylvanas across the face. "You lowly undead, are you just going to sit here with your mouth open
and enjoy the favor of having your mouth fucked by this big cock? Hurry up and start sucking! You call yourself the Queen of Banshees, but
you can't even lick a cock properly?"

Although, due to the angle, it was more like a light slap on the face than a slap from Sally,
Sylvanas still quickly started sucking. However, after only a few sucks,
Sylvanas let out a Soul Scream with a mournful face.

"I... I'm just a corpse, I don't have saliva. When I suck, it will pull on the cock..."

With her mouth blocked by my cock, she had to speak in this way.

The Soul Scream, a skill unique to undead, made Sally and Bridget frown in disgust. But
there was no time to care. Bridget just grabbed Sylvanas's hair with one hand and pulled her lower body with the other.
He lifted her face and kissed her, transferring his saliva into Sylvanas's mouth.

Sally, taking advantage of this moment, leaned over and took my penis into her mouth, sucking and swallowing it gently. She

licked every corner of Sylvanas's mouth wet with her tongue, then transferred a large amount of saliva for her to hold.

Bridget grabbed Sylvanas's head and guided it towards my penis. Sally quickly spat out my penis and
gently placed it into the Banshee Queen's mouth again.

It was more like lightly covering it than gently supporting it. Sally's hands covered my penis, one above the other.
Bridget , then she pulled her hands back, allowing my penis to enter the Banshee Queen
's mouth. As Bridget pulled Sylvanas's head back, she again used her hands to cover the penis as it
slowly .

This time, with Bridget's saliva as lubrication, Sylvanas gave me oral sex quite smoothly. She sucked and
licked, making my penis sizzle. This Banshee Queen's mouth was just as good as
a living person's, soft and tender. Although she was undead and had no temperature, the cool sensation had
a flavor. Especially since Sally covered my penis with her hand, letting it slide into her cold mouth one moment and be
enveloped in her warm hand the next, creating a subtle pleasure of ice and fire.

I stroked Sally's face as she knelt before me, my fingers teasing her tongue and vaginal
muscles; I lifted my other hand and pressed it against Bridget's breasts, kneading them wantonly through her thin battle robe;
Sylvanas, meanwhile, was being held by her head, her mouth constantly teasing my penis. Until I thrust my hips forward, plunging
deep into Sylvanas's mouth, ejaculating a large amount of thick semen into her mouth. Overjoyed,
Sylvanas swallowed the entire contents of her mouth, which had been empty for so long.

The moment the penis was withdrawn from Sylvanas's mouth, Sally immediately took it in and began licking up
the remaining semen. Bridget glanced enviously, then, with a glint in her eye, pulled Sylvanas's head up
and kissed her, licking up the last drops of semen from her mouth.

Feeling the 'holy essence' bestowed upon her by the 'god's' noble penis being taken from her mouth,
Sylvanas struggled violently, making it impossible for Bridget to continue.

Enraged, Bridget slapped Sylvanas hard across the face. "You vile undead
bitch, you're truly ungrateful! If it weren't for my saliva, could you have successfully licked the 'great true god's'
penis?"

After cursing, Bridget kissed Sylvanas again. This time, the Banshee Queen didn't resist,
letting Bridget clean the remaining semen from her mouth with her tongue.

I didn't stop Bridget's "evil deeds," only slapping her on the buttocks.

Bridget then simply presented her shapely buttocks to me obsequiously. I didn't hesitate to lift the hem of her battle robe
and caress her smooth buttocks.

After both "battlefields" were "cleaned up," Sally and Bridget had no choice but to leave my side and
return to the two ends of the cross. This time, I pressed a green button, and the cross rose slightly, bringing
Sylvanas 's beautiful breasts to my penis.

I moved forward slightly, pressing my penis into the Banshee Queen's deep cleavage. Sally and Bridget hurriedly
ran over, both sticking their heads over her breasts, mouths wide open, tongues lolling out. Saliva dripped down their
tongues onto Sylvanas's chest and then into her cleavage. The two women reached out, each grabbing
one of her breasts, using their saliva as lubricant to perform a breastjob on me.

Feeling they had enough saliva, they withdrew their heads. Kneeling down, they grasped Sylvanas's breasts and began to service my penis
even more meticulously. One hand pressed against her breast, pushing
and kneading it against my shaft, while the other pinched Sylvanas's areola, forcefully pulling her nipple above her
cleavage to expose the glans, rubbing it against my penis. Sylvanas herself lowered her head, her long
tongue licking the head of my penis.

Under this stimulation, I quickly ejaculated. Semen sprayed all over Sylvanas's face, dripping onto her
breasts. Jealously watching Sylvanas's face and breasts covered in semen, Sally and Bridget wiped their hands as they

withdrew from her breasts .
While licking the "stolen" semen from their hands, the two scolded, "You
damned undead! You didn't utter a sound after the oral sex, and now that the great god has fucked your tits, don't you
know how to give thanks?"

Sylvanas, who was immersed in the bliss of being fucked and faciald by the true god, suddenly awoke and bowed to
me, thanking me, "Great true god. You are so tolerant and loving, even willing
to redeem a defiled undead like me. Thank you for playing with my wretched tits with your noble cock and for bestowing upon me your sacred semen.
Sylvanas will forever remember your grace."

Hearing Sylvanas's words, I satisfiedly poked her nipple with the head of my penis and signaled to Sally
and Bridget that we could proceed to the next step.

The two raised the cross again, elevating Sylvanas's vagina to the position of my penis. Next,
the two went around to the back of the cross and pressed a yellow button, causing a protrusion to appear at the buttocks
area , pushing her buttocks forward. Two new horizontal strips with leather buckles popped out from the side.

They pulled Sylvanas's legs onto the pop-out strips and bound them with the leather buckles. This stretched her arms
and legs appear as if she were tied to the cross behind her in a "土" (earth) shape. Her breasts and vulva
were also slightly protruding.

Sally and Bridget took turns squatting in front of the Banshee Queen's vulva and licking it, sending their saliva into her flesh and
then inserting their fingers to spread it evenly. Sally even cast a miniature mage's hand to send saliva inside,
ensuring that every inch of the Banshee Queen's cunt was thoroughly lubricated, before reporting to me together, "
Great God, this undead queen's lowly cunt is ready; you can fuck her anytime."

"Very good, you've done a very good job." I praised the two 'hard-working' women, pulling them
into my arms on either side. Holding them like that, I thrust my cock into Sylvanas's cunt and began to pump
.

The Banshee Queen's legs were spread wide, her cunt fully exposed, enduring the relentless
thrusting . With each of my impacts, her breasts rippled out in waves.

As a corpse, Sylvanas had long since lost all bodily sensations, including touch,
let alone pleasure. However, with each thrust of my penis, she grew increasingly aroused. Not with physical
sexual pleasure, but with a pleasure and happiness that touched her soul.

For an undead, the only thing she could feel was temperature. Something hot was being inserted into this body that constantly
chilled .

Although it was deeply buried in her lower abdomen, stirring her tender flesh, the undead observed
the world differently. The heat was so striking. Even with her eyes closed, Sylvanas could
clearly see how it squeezed the tender flesh within her honeyed orifice.

For Sylvanas, who had always lived in endless cold, this heat was so soul-stirring,
as if it were melting her very soul. Each thrust warmed her icy heart.

And then she thought of the penis that was raping her, which came from the great true god. As long as this noble penis
thoroughly violates me, I can be 'purified' and regain the right to be a normal being. An
immense sense of happiness surged forth uncontrollably. That thing called
the light of hope, which I had forgotten, shone back into the darkness of my heart.

"Pension... the penis of the great true god..." For the
first time softened, revealing a look of intoxication.

If the women I used to play with were those whose bodies I violated, those whose bodies I brought to
orgasm, then now Sylvanas was being violated in spirit, her soul experiencing
pleasure . At this moment, Sylvanas experienced pure spiritual love, but not normal love; rather,
she spiritually loved being violated by my penis.

True spiritual love born from the loss of physical sensation, yet its content was the most obscene carnal intercourse.
I wonder if Plato, that scoundrel, would be so enraged if he were to rise from his grave as a ghost

, blissfully accepting my defilement, as if all suffering had ended. The beautiful memories of the past
resurface before her eyes, and Sylvanas, intoxicated by the thrusting of my penis, is overwhelmed with emotion, softly singing that
elegy .

"anaralahanaralahbeloresindoreishindufallahna

sindoreianaralahshinduusindoreishindufallahna

sindoreianaralahbeloreishinduusindoreishindufallahna sindoreianaralahbeloreshinduusindoreishindufallahna

sin dorei anar alahbelore
e belore..."

He held Sally on his left and Bridget on his right. A pair of large hands reached inside their battle robes,
caressing their delicate bodies. His head swayed, occasionally kissing them. My penis, amidst Sylvanas's
singing, relentlessly pounded into her cunt. This wondrous pleasure fueled my tireless thrusting
within .

I don't know how much time passed, but Sylvanas had long since awoke from her memories of the past. However, seeing my
heightened arousal by her song, she continued to sing the elegy over and over until I finally
ejaculated into her cold womb.

Withdrawing comfortably from Sylvanas's cunt, I said to her, "Now, your body has been
'purified' through the defilement of my penis. But the ritual is not yet complete; next comes
the ritual ."

Sally and Bridget, in my arms, trembled slightly with excitement upon hearing my words; they
had been waiting for this moment. The two quickly left my embrace and pressed the blue
button above Sylvanas's head.

The alloy floor suddenly cracked, just like the cross binding Sylvanas.

The cross slowly tilted back, overlapping the crack, making Sylvanas appear as if she were bound to the ground
.

I stepped forward, and just as I plopped down on the Banshee Queen's breasts, Sally eagerly pulled off her
battle robes and came into my arms. Her lower body, following the momentum of her sitting down, welcomed my penis into her vagina.

Her hymen was pierced in this way, and her face, which had been flushed with excitement just a moment ago, turned pale with pain
and tears streamed down her face.

However, I didn't care about any of that. Watching this Grand Inquisitor, whom I had "farmed" countless times before, being deflowered by
my penis, I was incredibly excited, grabbing her snowy buttocks and thrusting into her.

Although this beauty was currently just a kind and gentle female priestess, even after I had hastily promoted her
to Grand Inquisitor, she was completely different from the crazed woman in the game. However, her fanaticism for her faith
was already beginning to show.

Even though her virginal tender hole was in excruciating pain during my unbridled defilement, she didn't retreat but instead pressed forward. She
gritted teeth, clung to my neck, and wrapped her long, white legs around my waist. She rested her head on my
shoulder, pressed tightly against my body, and began to thrust wildly and actively.

She even used the agonizing pain as a tool. The convulsing muscles of her hole, writhing in agony,
could rub against my penis; the tightness of her tender hole, constricted by the pain, could grip my penis even tighter. Since her
pain could make my penis feel better, then let the pain be even more intense.

With this thought in mind, Sally held me tightly, thrusting even more forcefully,
rubbing her full, white breasts against my chest while using her newly deflowered hole to manipulate my penis.

With Sally's energetic performance, I didn't need to move at all. All I had to do was sit comfortably on
Sylvanas 's breasts, enjoying the body that offered up all its beauty so willingly
. My large hands left her snowy buttocks and caressed her two tender, white legs that had captivated
my .

Fair, delicate, long, and smooth. These beautiful legs, while not the best I'd ever played with,

were still a source of longing! Those legs that had always aroused my desire were now wrapped around my waist,
at my mercy. My large hands caressed them again and again, for what seemed like an eternity. Until
Sally had actually endured the pain of losing her virginity and even began to feel pleasure, finally climaxing. Only then did I snap back to reality,
thrusting my penis forward and ejaculating into her womb.

Bridget, who had been standing by for a long time, saw this and began to shout at Sylvanas, "Undead. Although you
have been purified by the true god's cock and are no longer defiled, you still need to go through two rituals to 'reborn.'

Now, go and lick Sally Whitemane's cunt clean. Eat her virgin blood,
her first orgasm, and the 'holy essence' of the great true god. Regain human
wisdom from her, a civil official."

"Wait," I interrupted Bridget, surprising her, because this wasn't part of the plan.

Ignoring her, I ordered the female soldiers of the Royal Guard to bring me a pair of stockings through the mental network. I had
Sally put on the stockings. I bent her legs with the stockings on and thrust my erect penis directly into her cleft
. Then I had her bend her legs without stockings as well. The glans rubbed against her smooth, stockinged legs and
bumped against the soft, white flesh of her thighs.

I continued to ravage those two beautiful legs that I had longed for, ejaculating on them four or five times before
finally stopping, feeling somewhat satisfied.

By then, there wasn't much blood and semen left in Sally's vagina. So, I had no choice but to thrust
my penis into her again to replenish my fluids.

Bridget's mind went blank at this disruptive act of the 'ritual.' If it were
an ordinary person , they would probably have been burned at the stake for blasphemy, but I was, by some strange twist of fate, a 'true god.' After a few seconds of stunned silence,
Bridget managed to squeeze out a sentence for the quietly lying Sylvanas: "Although High
Inquisitor 's virgin blood is a bit scarce, the semen replenished by the true god can make up for that."

Ignoring how conflicted Bridget was by my sudden action, I pulled her into my arms and
ripped her battle robes apart. Seeing her sacred battle robes torn so carelessly, Bridget's eyelids twitched again.

But, this is what a true god does…

Before she could continue to hesitate, I thrust my erect penis into her vagina. The pain of losing her virginity immediately made
her forget everything else.

Sally then sat down on Sylvanas's face, making her lick the various
fluids flowing from her vagina. Bridget and I, on the other hand, had to shift our focus from the Banshee Queen's breasts to her lower abdomen.

When it came to fanaticism, Bridget was no less than Sally. She quickly understood what Sally's
previous fervor was all about. Understanding Sally's thoughts, she wouldn't concede defeat in 'offering her vagina' for her faith.

Relying on her knightly physique, she began to stroke my penis even more wildly than Sally.

I pushed her body slightly away from my embrace, letting her hook her arms around my neck and lean back slightly. While
enjoying her vagina, I grabbed her violently shaking breasts and vigorously rubbed them.

Before long, Sylvanas had consumed most of the various fluids from Sally's vagina. However,
Bridget was still in the pain of losing her virginity. I controlled my penis, secreting a small amount of
lubricant mixed with aphrodisiac. I dared not use too much. After experimenting with Madam Lin's vagina, I fully understood
the power of this stuff. If Bridget also became delirious, the ritual would not be able to continue.

The effect quickly became apparent; the originally tight vaginal muscles became increasingly soft to penetrate, and it even began to secrete
lubricating nectar. Bridget's pretty face flushed with pleasure, and her thrusts became less vigorous, gentler. Without
giving her a chance to slowly savor the pleasure, I directly grabbed her upturned buttocks and began to thrust hard. The fierce pleasure
quickly overwhelmed Bridget, causing her to squirt, and I took the opportunity to ejaculate into her uterus.

The semen beside her had long been wiped clean, but
Sally, who had been enjoying being licked by Sylvanas and had refused to leave the Banshee Queen's mouth while I was having sex with Bridget, had to stand up, her legs weak
.

"Undead, now comes the final step. Go and lick Bridget Abidis's cunt
clean. Regain your human courage from her, a warrior, and you will be reborn."
Sally's tone softened considerably as she spoke to Sylvanas, her cunt having been thoroughly licked.

I placed Bridget on Sylvanas's face, stood in front of her, and shoved my penis into her mouth.
Sylvanas licked Bridget's cunt, while Bridget licked my penis. This obscene posture
continued until Bridget's cunt was completely clean, and I ejaculated into her stomach.

I walked to Sylvanas's head and pressed the final white button. The leather clasps that had been tightly binding
Sylvanas's hands and feet suddenly loosened.

Sally and Bridget, suppressing their discomfort from the recent deflowering, stood on either side of me, solemnly
chanting: "Lord of Dark City, Queen of Banshees, Dark Ranger Sylvanas Windrunner. Remember this
divine grace. Today, you have been purified by the defilement of the Great God. From this day forward, the Forsaken will
no longer be considered undead but will be accepted by the world. With the semen in your womb as proof, rejoice, you are reborn
!"

Rising from the ground, kneeling before me, and clasping her hands to her chest, Sylvanas devoutly thanked me
: "Great God, it was your penis that gave me salvation. It was your defilement that
pulled me from the abyss of darkness. It was your semen that gave me warmth again. You are my father, you are my lord, you are the possessor of my
flesh . I—Sylvanas Windrunner—offer my body for your defilement for eternity." I

nodded in satisfaction, slapping my penis across Sylvanas's face a few times, leaving her
flattered jealousy, but Bridget was completely oblivious.
The aphrodisiac I had secreted earlier, though not in large quantities, was still in effect. And her recent orgasm had amplified the effect
several times over. She was currently burning with desire.

Seeing Bridget's strange stance and the subtle rubbing of her legs, a malicious smile appeared on my face. I
said to Sylvanas, "Sylvanas, Bridget really went to great
lengths to help you purify. Now, her vagina seems a little empty; shouldn't you repay her?" With that, I had my
guards open a spatial rift beside me, sending two vibrators. I gave them to Sylvanas and
Sally. "Come on, Sally. Go help General Bridget too."

Bridget immediately covered her crotch, shaking her head frantically. "No, no need. I
'm not feeling empty. I don't need your help."

Although Sylvanas considered the previous events a necessary step in the purification process and was grateful for their help,

the Banshee Queen still felt somewhat displeased at the memory of being slapped and having her essence stolen by Bridget. Now that she
had the opportunity, how could she let it slip by? Determined to properly "help" Bridget,
Sylvanas approached her with a wicked grin: "How can this be? This is the command of the true god, how can we refuse?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Sister Bridget. But as Lady Sylvanas said, this is
the command of the true god." Sally kept apologizing to Bridget, but her eyes gleamed with excitement.

An undead and a Scarlet Crusader simultaneously attacked
the two .

While enjoying this amusing scene, I summoned the Scarlet Crusader female
warrior and raped her.

The sounds of lewd moans echoed on the alloy platform for a long, long time.

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