Age of Decay: Before the Dawn

This is a decadent age. There is no poetry, no music, no drama, no painting. Everything related to beauty no longer exists in this era. Only despair and fear filled the air, and ignorance and superstition closed everyone's vision. Since the sudden appearance of the Demon Gate 382 years ago, the world has fallen into chaos. All kinds of ferocious monsters are raging in every land, and wars, famines, and plagues follow one after another. Wave after wave of monsters kept attacking the major cities scattered in the territory, destroying large and small villages constantly, and people were displaced, escaping from the land where they had lived for generations. People began to place their hopes on the church. According to the prophecy of the church, after the gate of the demon world is opened, there will be a brave man who will reverse all the chaos. The church declares that only when the faith is devout enough, the Lord will let the brave come to the world. As a result, more and more churches appeared, more and more people began to believe in religion, and the power of the church grew, until it was able to compete with the empire, until it completely controlled the administration, until it overthrew Pritchard two hundred years ago rule of the German family. People thought that under the leadership of the church, the chaotic situation would change. Not so. Warcraft is still raging, but miscellaneous taxes are increasing. Life goes on. What can ordinary people do? It's not bad to just get by. Ordinary people, ordinary people, ordinary people, the masses. No matter what kind of statement is used, in the eyes of the ruler, it is nothing more than an ant-like productivity. People call this the "pre-dawn era". They say the brave will come. When he comes, everything will be fine. But when will the brave come? Nobody knows. Three hundred years have passed, and the world is still shrouded in darkness. ? _ In the center of the city stood a splendid building, in stark contrast to the dilapidated circle of small wooden houses surrounding it. There weren't many people on the street, and the occasional passing carriage picked up some sand.

"The Lord said that all the sufferings of man come from himself, from his desires, and from the inferiority of his soul..." "The Lord entrusted the truth to the hands of St. Wood, the missionary, and asked him to save the sinful world ..." "It is the merciful Lord who keeps his followers from being corrupted by the turbidity of the outside world. It is the Lord's forgiveness that allows ignorant people to be redeemed in the abyss of sin..." Several believers in the church murmured As he read it, his pious and solemn face was covered with scars. On the pulpit, a fat bishop-like man looked impatiently at the ragged believers. From time to time, he wiped the oily sweat from his forehead and let out an irritable snort. "Huh?" The bishop with small eyes seemed to have noticed something unusual. He walked slowly to the side of an old man and knocked on the platform in front of the old man. "You. Have you paid the sacred scripture fee for this church donation?" The old man who was questioned stood up tremblingly. "Not...not yet, but—" "But what? Huh? You said the same thing last week." The bishop said blankly, "It's the existence of people like you who don't respect the Lord that angers God , so that the brave man has not appeared so far!" The bishop clapped his hands and signaled the two monks at the door to come in. "You two throw him out. Those who disrespect the Lord are not allowed to enter the church." "Wait, wait!" The old man frantically took out two silver coins from his pocket. "This is my wife and I's meal money for this month... I don't disrespect the Lord!" The bishop took the two dirty silver coins and raised his eyebrows. "Is there any more?" "No, not anymore. The taxes have been getting higher and higher these past few months, and this is the only money I have left..." "Get out." With a bang, the old man was thrown by two monks out. The old man struggled to get up and cried helplessly. "..." A man in a cloak silently observed the old man kneeling on the ground in the corner. He walked over and threw a golden object in front of the old man.

"This is for you, take it to buy something to eat with your wife." "Thank the Lord!" the old man suddenly cried out wildly, startling the man in the cloak. "Thanks to the loving Lord! Send someone to help me at this time... Thank you for the gift of the Lord! I am willing to dedicate my life to the Lord..." He made the sign of the cross with one hand and muttered words. The old man picked up the gold coin, kissed it, and stormed wildly into the church. This time, he wasn't thrown out. The man in the cloak shook his head silently. On the road, he has seen this happen countless times. Those poor people donated everything to the church. They did so willingly and without complaint. Whenever they pray, they always have a peaceful smile on their faces, as if they have escaped the pain of reality. Perhaps this is the power of religion. he thinks. never mind. He took out a map from his pocket and examined it carefully. This is... Praia. And... His heart moved and he looked up. The snow peaks in the distance are looming in the clouds. Coming. □□□□□□□□□□□□□

Nias day. As the biggest biennial celebration of the church, the congregation will be held on this day. Crazy crowds packed the square in front of the Diego Garcia Cathedral, chanting the name of the new cardinal.

A new cardinal will take office on this day. As the highest authority in the church, the cardinal is not fixed. It will be replaced every two to three years. But strangely, the cardinals of all ages were young women, the youngest being only seven years old. But no matter how the cardinal changes, the political policy of the church remains the same. High tax rates and heavy corvee have been like this for two hundred years. It is indeed odd that, in an all-male clergy, only the most senior cardinal is a woman. But the church explained that this is to show respect for women and at the same time to reflect the fairness of the church. Cardinals are directly elected by the church, and once chosen, cannot be shirked. Of course, no one would shirk it. After all, every family would be honored to have a relationship with the church. It's just that the people who were selected disappeared after the term of office expired. Some people say that they were all summoned by the Lord and returned to the world of God. But people don't care about the whereabouts of the previous cardinal, they just care about whether the new bishop can lead the people to solve the current predicament. "Lily Peterson! Lily Peterson! Lily Peterson!" In the square, the crowd shouted and cheered in unison, and some even magically stamped the name of the incoming cardinal on the into the sky. The whole square was boiling. "Miss Lily, they seem to like you more." In Diego Garcia Cathedral, two figures walked side by side in the empty and dim hall. "No, no. They prefer you. When I was still in Ian Forest, everyone praised your policies..." Another slightly shorter figure seemed a little shy, lowering his head. The pink-haired elf girl put her hands behind her back and twisted, as if she was a little embarrassed by the flattery of the person next to her. "Pfft." The person next to the elf girl snorted. "Lily still looks inexperienced. She's so cute." "Miss Eve, please hurry up." The door of the hall opened a crack, and a man walked in. The light from outside the door came in, illuminating the church a little. "OK."

The woman in the red robe held the elf girl's hand. "You will be the next cardinal." "Mmm, yes" Lily dodged Eve's sharp gaze, her body trembling slightly due to nervousness. "Are you willing to dedicate everything to the Lord." "I...I am willing." "Are you willing to dedicate everything to the church." "...Yes." "That's good." Eve smiled and said to Lily Pull to another room in the church. "Then, the ceremony will begin." "Master Eve." The elf girl raised her head slightly, and timidly looked at the current bishop who was a full head taller than her. "Huh?" "I... I heard that the cardinals of all generations have disappeared after retiring..." She tugged at the corner of her skirt nervously, "Those people said that they were all summoned by the Lord to go to God. The world... will you too?" Eve blinked playfully. "What do you think?" "Uh... yes, yes." Eve brought Lily to the center of the room, and the star-shaped magic circle on the ground began to emit faint light. "I don't know." She waved her hand, and the candles in the room were gradually lit. "Then, the handover ceremony will begin." The elf girl obediently walked to the center of the circle. "That," she looked at Eve, who was gradually taking off her red robe, and seemed a little puzzled. "Ritual, is it just the two of us?" "Yes." Eve lowered her head, preparing for something. "Lily, why do you think you were chosen as the next cardinal?" "Great... probably because of the church's recognition of me. But some people say that it's mainly the Lord's idea, so I was chosen... I Not very clear." "Let me tell you. The main reason is that Lily is cute." Eve smiled and blinked. "Ahh..." Lily looked at the bishop who had completely taken off his clothes in bewilderment, "Is that so..."

"Do you believe in the existence of the devil?" She looked at Lily, her eyes suddenly became sharp. The elf girl was taken aback by her sudden words. "There is no devil king in this world, right? The old man in my village said that if there was a devil king, the world would have fallen long ago..." "Really." Eve threw a stone at the magic circle, and the magic circle became dazzling in an instant Woke up, the red light illuminated the whole room. "Of course the devil exists." Eve also took off the remaining underwear, and her plump breasts jumped out. "It's just that he changed his name." "Of course the devil king and his subordinates also successfully conquered the whole world. Just in the name of the church." She groped her neck, pulled her hands together, The head of the man with horns was exposed, and the torn off "Eve"'s skull dangled in front of "her" big breasts. The elf girl looked at the strange scene in front of her in horror, her face pale. She recognized it, this face was clearly the appearance of the "Lord" they believed in in churches everywhere, only with an extra pair of horns. She opened her mouth, but suddenly found that her throat could no longer utter a single syllable. "Eve... is known as the greatest magician of this century, and she has a great reputation. Her figure is the envy of countless girls, and her appearance has also attracted the hearts of countless men. But unfortunately, I'm tired of playing it." He pulled his chest The big breasts in front of her slowly took off, revealing her originally burly figure. "I've been the only cardinal in history. So, no matter how the untouchables outside cheer, expecting the next cardinal to give them a tax break is impossible." "Dress on different females and play them It's really interesting to listen to those believers talk about their suffering. Compared with the title of devil king, I prefer to be called the savior." The elf girl struggled in the dazzling red magic circle, looking at with his shrinking body. A sense of powerlessness filled every corner of her body, and drowsiness gradually hit her.

She thought of her own village in the Great Forest of Ian, and of her sister's smiling face. Before I set off, my sister pestered me to tell a story. I really want to hug her again... everything is over. The man walked into the fading magic circle and picked up the elf girl's skin. He played with it, putting his fingers into the girl's mouth. There was residual warmth in her mouth, and her little tongue was still moist. "Master Crozier. Please hurry up. The time is almost up." The man came in again just now, reminding him. "What's the rush... I'll play first." He focused on the elf girl's skin in his hand, "The holy meeting will be postponed for two hours." "Yes." The man bowed respectfully, ready to go out. "The female I found this time is not bad. It's very cute. It would be great if the breasts could be bigger. Who made the arrangement? Let him go next time. " The first time I went to choose a female elf." The man who claimed to be a vassal suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and looked eagerly at Klose, his king. "Also, send someone to put this back in the hole." He pointed to another leather object that was once called Eve on the ground. "Yes." The door closed. Only the naked man called Klose and the skin of the elf girl in his hand remained. Lily, who has been transformed into a leather object, has her head drooping and her body shriveled, but she still retains her beautiful appearance. Klose lifted her up and shook off the clothes on her body, but the pink panties were still stubbornly attached to her body. He had **** but to take off the girl's underpants himself, revealing the girl's hairless white tiger as white as jade. This time a different way of dressing. It's a shame to have a slit in such a petite body - even if the slit closes itself after wearing it. He prefers to keep the hide intact. He put the maiden's skin on the ground and opened Lily's mouth with both hands, wide enough for him to enter.

He pushed his leg in slowly, feeling the warm, moist texture inside the leather. He pulled the girl up so that his legs were aligned with hers. The skin wrapped around his legs, and the gaps were gradually filled. Klose's legs were squeezed by skin. Soon, this feeling was gradually replaced by the feeling of stepping on the smooth and cold marble floor. Lily's small butt squeezed against him, making him feel a great resistance. It's a little small. He touched his slippery and soft buttocks, feeling the feeling that his body was gradually being wrapped by the girl's pussy. He pulled the skin a little wider, up to the neck. The girl's hands were occupied by his hands, returning to their original delicate appearance. He pulled the skull over his head, over his expanding chest, and over his face. A feeling of warmth and joy gradually spread throughout his body, wrapping him tightly in his newborn body. "Ahh~" The newborn Lily stretched her waist, and a clear girlish voice came out of her throat. She touched her sensitive body, her pink hair bobbing slightly behind her head. "The breasts are still a little small." She sighed slightly, stroking the small protruding spots on her chest. "Hmm, I'm Lily Peterson. Now I have given everything to the beloved Lord~" She touched her creamy skin and put her fingers into her completely wet private parts. So, let's get the memory of this female first. She lay down and took a thick pink stick out of her cassock. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

"Do you believe that the devil exists?" A few months ago, master Cyril was lying on the sickbed, looking at the apprentice kneeling beside the bed. "I...I believe it." Cyril, whose glasses were red and swollen from crying, choked up, holding his dying master. For Cyril, the old man in front of him is not only his master, but also his savior, his reborn parents. Cyril Pritchard, as a descendant of the Pritchard royal family, spent his childhood on the run. Until people from the church found the village where he and his mother were hiding, they burned the village to the ground. It was his master who found Cyril who was still breathing in the ashes, cured him, taught him to read, and raised him to be an adult. "Don't cry, child. The time is coming, and this weak body can no longer accommodate my old soul." The old man on the sickbed coughed violently, and with trembling hands, he touched the head of the apprentice beside the bed. "Birth, old age, sickness and ****, no one can avoid." The master is not like a "human", to be precise, he is more like a combination of monsters and humans. His head looks like a cow, but his body is a standard human being, except that his body hair is more abundant and his complexion is darker. However, Cyril never doubted or feared his master. After all, everything he has now was given by his master. Cyril's master never let him go to church, and forbade Cyril to know everything about the church. Cyril didn't know why his master hated the church so much, but he never objected to everything his master asked him to do. He knew that everything the master did was for his own good. "Do you hate?" His master once asked him. Does he hate it? As a descendant of the royal family, he didn't hate the church for overthrowing his family's rule, but he hated the church for killing all his relatives. His younger sister and mother died tragically at the hands of people from the church. Apart from his master, he no longer has anyone close to him. His master said that at the right time, he would be given a task, a task related to the fate of the world, and entrusted to him to complete. Now is the time. "There is a demon king in this world. It has always been. Since the gate of the demon world was opened, the demon king and his subordinates began to infiltrate into this world."

"Of course, I also came to this world with the Demon King. I was also one of his subordinates, his powerful general, once." "What are you talking about! You...how can you be confused with a monster..." Siri Er stared at the master who said such words in shock. "This is a fact. Low-level monsters do not have the IQ of humans. All the low-level monsters wandering in the forest now are low-level monsters. But high-level monsters have human IQ, or even higher. Those high-level monsters will put I disguised myself and lived in the world in human form, so you didn't notice it." "The clergy in the church are all monsters. There are no exceptions." The old man on the sickbed became weaker and weaker, and it became difficult to speak. "The cardinal, that is, the pope, is the devil." "But, isn't the cardinal changed every two years..." "It's always been, cough cough cough..." The old man became weaker, "It's always the same person " I was so weak because I betrayed the Demon King and was cursed with mortal ****. High-level monsters generally have a lifespan of thousands of years. But the Demon King, he is immortal." The old man struggled hard Opening his eyes, he waved his withered hand, and a delicate sword and a ring appeared out of thin air. "The time is coming..." "Take the sword, the ring is a space ring, it is big enough. There is a map inside, and what you have to do, take it." Cyril took the ring and sword that flew over. "The rest is up to you to solve by yourself. The fate of this world is up to you to change..." The old man's hands slowly dropped, and his eyes gradually closed. The master is gone. Cyril stared blankly at the lifeless old man in front of him, his angina was so painful that he couldn't breathe. I will, I will complete the task you entrusted to me... He buried the old man next to the cabin. The cabin is halfway up the mountain, surrounded by a meadow, sunny. Master is here, you will feel more at ease. He knelt down in front of the tomb again and kowtowed gently. With the breeze blowing, the boy stood up and gradually walked away.

"Hey—" the naked girl let out a lovely voice. ...It seems that the sensitivity of this body is much greater than I imagined. She pulled out the half-inserted pink stick, and there was a burst of tingling electric stimulation. Good, great! She had never played with such a highly sensitive body before, and the emptiness of her lower body made the mind of the girl lying on the ground blank. Uh uh, is it because I have never done this kind of thing before? She tried to squeeze her index finger into the small mouth below, but the huge pressure made her unable to go any further. It's not interesting. When she waved her hand, a small bottle of pink potion appeared in her hand. She drank it without hesitation. Her body gradually became hot and dry, and her eyes became blurred. Drugging yourself... what a shame! At this moment, her secret acupoints opened and closed, twitching, as if eagerly wanting to swallow something. She is obviously an untouched elf virgin, but she has become so obscene at this time. Shaking, she hunched over and stuffed the pink object, which was significantly larger than her own pussy. A few panting sounds echoed in the church, the girl rolled her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and the liquid from her lower body dripped on the ground. In her right hand, she held the stick and thrust it wildly. "I... want to go!" She panted, "Go, go!" As the girl's body trembled, the movements of her hands also slowly stopped. She took out the stick, but the stimulation still came from below. A hot current flowed into her brain. It's the memory of this female. She closed her eyes, recalling the shameful behavior just now. She was originally a pure and good girl. Some memories of "her" past life flashed in her mind, and her girlish temperament gradually changed, and she seemed to become more ladylike. She picked up the underwear on the ground and put them on one by one. The girl put on her bra, and with a light pull, her breasts slipped in easily. The panties covered the girl's private parts without barrier. The maids should have brought over the new tailor-made robes. She looked at the door, and sure enough, a suit of clothes was neatly folded. Clothes went on without a hitch. She walked out of the room, and the priests outside were neatly lined up in two rows, standing on both sides of the main hall.

"I declare that the congregation is now beginning." Lily Peterson, the new cardinal, walked to the middle of the main hall of the church and rang a small golden bell placed there. People in the square outside the church cheered, and for a while, the festive atmosphere reached its peak. People were chanting Lily Peterson and singing praises to the Lord. She stood at the door of the church, accepting people's cheers and praises for her. Countless believers looked at the new cardinal, expressing their joy in various ways. They still thought life would be better with the cardinal. She touched her soft little face and rubbed it gently. Lily's skin was covered by me, and what they saw was just an illusion. Those untouchables will never know the truth in their skins. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□□ Nogo Hill. As the highest mountain in the country, everyone in the territory can see its snow top as soon as they look up. Cyril knew that this was the highest mountain, but he never thought it would be so high. It's ridiculously high! He stood in front of the mountain gate, raised his head, and looked up at the top of the mountain almost at ninety degrees. Can't go up, can't go up, no matter how you think about it, you can't go up! Cyril flinched a little. Not going up the mountain... He looked at the map again with a fluke mentality. The map clearly shows that the place to go is indeed Nogo Mountain, and it also very kindly indicates that it is a hole to reach the top of the mountain, and the height is marked. Thirty-six thousand eight hundred and seventy-three standard Gino heights... Even if I tried my best to climb, it would be impossible to climb up in a week or two...The master didn't teach himself flying magic...he sat , in a daze. "Dingling..." The bell rang. Be the people of the church! Cyril immediately got up and hid. Sure enough, are they still chasing and killing him? There are only two people. He breathed a sigh of relief. I saw two men wearing white robes driving a carriage with a large box behind them. They didn't seem to come to hunt and kill themselves. They seemed to be in a hurry and did not spot Cyril. The two men drove the car forward in a hurry. Can the carriage go up the mountain... Cyril was a little puzzled, and followed secretly.

They stopped. It seems to have arrived. They both breathed a sigh of relief and parked the car in a clearing. The two men led the horse into the woods and tied it up. The ground where the carriage was parked had some fuzzy patterns, covered by a thick layer of fallen leaves, which made it difficult for Cyril to see clearly. - Displacement spell. He remembered. The magic circle gradually lit up, and the two men returned to the carriage. Cyril held his breath and crouched on the edge of the magic circle concealedly. Let's take a shuttle bus, thank you. He closed his eyes, waiting for the spell to activate. With the sound of air blasting, Cyril suddenly found that the environment around him was much colder. The surroundings were dark, completely different from the snowy scene he had imagined. ...Where is this? He hunched over, tried not to make a sound, and tried to get out. "Who?" With a bang, a knife flew past Cyril's head. The surroundings lit up, and someone lit a torch. Here is a cave. Cyril leaned against the cave wall, his heart beating violently. How to do how to do? The footsteps were getting closer, and they had already discovered the anomaly. that sword! He suddenly remembered the exquisite sword still in the storage ring. He muttered in his heart, the ring shone brightly, and the sword appeared in his hand. It's so short... He was a little ****, this sword can't cut people at all. The sword is only two palms long, as light as air. "Don't hide, come out." The two people in the church walked from left to right, walking towards the corner where Cyril was hiding. Two men, one tall and one short, raised their staffs and pointed them at the corner. Flames gradually formed in front of their staffs, becoming a huge fireball. Fight! Cyril rushed out with a stride, catching the two men by surprise. Infusing magic power into the sword... When he wanted to use sword skills, the sword in his hand seemed to grow longer. No, it didn't get longer. The sword body is surrounded by a layer of fluorescent light, and the light at the top of the sword is as wide as the sword body, extending and stretching forward, making the sword look a little longer. He swung vigorously, and the light from the tip of the sword hit the two men, leaving a bright sword arc in the air. There is no resistance. Did you miss it? His heart skipped a beat, and the arc of the sword hit the two men, but there was no real feedback like cutting the sky.

It's over! He closed his eyes in despair, waiting for ****. However nothing happened. He opened his eyes, and the two people in front of him fell to the ground. ……do you died? He stepped forward, holding his sword cautiously, looking at the bodies of the two. They didn't have any wounds on their bodies, but they fell to the ground as if in a coma. what happened? He put his finger under one of the men's nostrils and was indeed not breathing. it's wired. There seems to be something abnormal about the man's body. He appeared to be leaking air, with some unusual dimples on his face. Cyril examined the man's body with his hands, and there was a laceration on his neck. He turned the body over and the man's body split open, startling him. Inside was the corpse of a wolf. He looked at the wolf, which was the size of a man. This is a monster! Cyril looked at the weird scene in front of him, speechless. Well, the other side too... He turned the other man over and it was stuffed to the brim. He peeled away the camouflage skin of the monster, and inside was a sturdy two-meter-tall pigman. "High-level monsters disguise themselves and act in human form..." He remembered his master's words. What the master said was correct... A chill rushed from the spinal cord to the forehead. "The Cardinal...is always the same person..." No, don't think about it. He looked around and cast a lighting spell. The carriage was still parked in the middle of the cave. They, these monsters, what do they want to do. He climbed into the carriage, and there was an exquisite hundred boxes behind the carriage. Probably money or something. He ignored it, jumped out of the car, and walked deep into the cave, hoping to find the exit. ...Is this the door? He walked to the end of the cave, where a huge and ornate door was set into the rock wall. Cyril tried to push the door, but the door opened so easily. I probably didn't expect anyone else to come here. He found it ridiculous that there was no protection for the door. When Cyril stepped inside, the inside instantly became bright. It was a large room, and the classical decoration made him a little puzzled. What the hell is going on here?

It's full of things that look like people. All women. He looked at the horrifying scene in front of him, those women hung on the wall like clothes, naked, lined up in large and small rows, and there were copper plates like business cards with their names written on them. "Atheline Lega; Victoria Casey..." He silently recited these extremely familiar names. These are the cardinals of all ages. ...is soft to the touch. He tried to slip his hand into one of the leather objects, and his hand squeezed and became tender. What is this... He moved his hand covered in leather, and his slender and delicate fingers moved according to his thoughts. This is obviously a set of leather items for people to wear. Could it be? He took off the leather covering his hands and ran quickly back to the carriage. The box was opened. There was a flesh-colored thing inside, and the skirt and underwear were neatly folded aside. Inside the box is a long-haired woman, collapsed like a leak, her eyes are still open, but she has lost her spirit, like a thin film. This is Eve, the previous cardinal. Cyril picked up the skin of Eve in the box. Then, the room inside is the Demon King's "wardrobe"... everything makes sense. Cyril knew that he could not stay here any longer. He looked at the leather in his hand, at the leather objects hanging in the room. This is the secret of the Church. ring. He poured a bit of magic into the ring, and it contained all the leather objects hanging on the wall. It may be used in the future... These are all evidences. go! He returned to the carriage and looked for the teleportation circle on the ground. At this. He anxiously injected a little magic power into the magic circle, and the magic circle gradually lit up. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□ "Mara." "The minister is here." The man knelt on one knee and lowered his head. The girl in front of him was wearing a red dress, and her demeanor exuded a youthful atmosphere. "You have followed me for more than two hundred years." "Yes." "I don't seem to have given you any rewards. Rewards for your loyalty." "Your Majesty, your trust in the minister is the reward for your loyalty." Your best reward."

"Really? But I don't think this kind of reward is enough. I remember that conquering the world in the name of the church is also your idea, the military adviser." "...Yes." "That's right." Before him The elf girl smiled slightly, and threw a flesh-colored thing in front of him. "...This is?" "This is your reward, military commander." She smiled and helped the man up. "This is also... this female... Lily's...my sister." Mara was slightly surprised, looking at his king, slowly picked up the flesh-colored object on the ground, his hands trembling with excitement. "You, you mean..." "Lily really wants to see her sister again. She really wants to hold her in her arms and touch her head again." The girl rubbed her body sickly , flushed. "Hmm... When people think of Sister Cam, it's so wet down there." "Lily really wants Cam to come back here and be reunited with her sister... Can you help Lily?" She begged Looking at Mara carefully, he grabbed his shoulders with both hands and shook him coquettishly. "...I'm going now." Unable to restrain the excitement in his heart, he stood up unsteadily, hugged the flesh-colored object, and rushed out the door. This was the first time that the Demon King allowed someone else to wear the skin of a female. Before that, except for him, any high-level monsters were forbidden to wear female skins, including monsters that were originally female. Therefore, except for cardinals, the clergy of the church are all men without exception. Of course Mara knew what that meant. There was a rustling sound outside the door. After a while, a little girl shyly appeared outside the door. She was a head shorter than Lily, and her blue eyes were as clear as the sky. She squeezed her little hand, her little face flushed. "Sister... sister?" It's pretty quick to enter the scene. Lily smiled. She pulled the girl over and rubbed her "sister" face. "Cam, why did it take you so long to see my sister?" She pretended to be angry and patted Cam on the head. "Hmm..." Cam dodged Lily's gaze aggrievedly, speechless.

"It's been a long time. I don't know how sister Cam is developing." Lily stretched out her hands and pulled her sister over. "Let my sister see if you are developing normally, okay?" Cam nodded shyly. Her elf-like long ears were pricked up, and her eyes were full of spring. The pink dots of her undeveloped, slightly protruding breasts gradually turned up, arousing Lily's desire even more. The flexible little tongue gradually extended into Cam's small mouth, licking gently. "Uh...uh..." Cam couldn't help panting, making Lily's movements even more impatient. "Don't... my sister... it's dirty..." She twisted her body left and right, bursts of stimulation made her mind go blank. "Uh uh uh—" Under Lily's fierce attack, she finally couldn't help it, and the love juice overflowed like a valve. She rolled her eyes and trembled violently, as if she had reached her peak. The love juice overflowed, making Lily's face sticky. "Hey, next, I want Cam to help my sister check her body." She raised her head and looked at her sister with a smile. Relieved, Cam lowered his head obediently, stuck out his little tongue, and aimed at his sister's private parts. A sleepless night. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

A small figure shuttled on the street. This is a young girl with her head down, walking hurriedly, as if she is avoiding something. She wears a brown cloak, and her cat ears distinguish her from the others. This is a half-orc, an ancient but endangered race. Due to the special physiological structure and other reasons, the **** rate of the offspring is very high, so it is not common on the mainland. And the cat orc was one of the lucky ones who survived. I'm so hungry... Her stomach makes a rumbling sound from time to time. She walked to a quiet place on the street and squatted down. She has a ring on her hand. The exquisite style does not match the down-and-out image of this girl with cat ears. The ring shone slightly, and a small piece of black bread and a piece of yellow paper appeared in her hand. She bit the bread with her mouth, spread out the piece of paper and looked at it carefully. The cave the master asked me to go to has already gone, I don't know what else to do... The map drawn on the paper disappeared, and a line of words gradually emerged on the paper. "Inciting the masses and overthrowing the church's rule." This is what the master wants himself to do. She was a little speechless. Although she also wanted to avenge her mother and sister, it was just a dream to overthrow the church... She put the yellow paper back into the ring like a sulk. Cyril regrets it now, very much. I gave away all the money left by my master on the way. I wanted to hope that those people could live a better life after getting the money, but they donated it to the church as soon as they got the money. In this world where money can't change people, what else can make them change? She is penniless now. What Cyril is wearing now is the leather of a cardinal who she does not know the generation of. It may be so old that no one recognizes it. She was not happy to put on this poor girl, but after she saw the reward posted outside the city gate, she put it on decisively. Most of the Demon King's "clothes" are plump, and it was hard for Cyril to find this one. She regretted not bringing the leather items of those two men with her.

His own reward order was posted outside the city gate, and it said "The Remnants of the Pritchard Family" below, and there was no other information written on it. Don't the people in the church know about the fact that he looted all the things belonging to the devil? But even if I knew it, I wouldn't be able to write it out. After all, that is the secret of the Church. As long as you avoid church people, the body should not be recognized. She ate the piece of black bread in silence. Cyril doesn't know the name of the catwoman he's wearing, nor has her memory. She could only carefully imitate the tone and posture of women, so as not to make people suspicious. A gust of wind blew over, and her hair gently rubbed against her face, making it itchy. The rough cloak on her body rubbed against her naked body inside. Girls' skin is still too sensitive... Without underwear, they can only fight in a vacuum. The wind blew harder, and the rough cloth rubbed against her white chest, giving off a tingling feeling. Uh... no way! With a rosy face, she hurried into another dark alley with her cloak in hand. The feeling just now was really bad. She wrapped the cloak tightly around her body and squatted with her legs crossed. The bread in my hand has been eaten, and my stomach is still rumbling. It's not enough to eat at all. She rubbed her stomach and curled up. "Little sister." "Huh?" She raised her head, and in front of her was a kind man with squint eyes, smiling slightly, holding a glass of steaming milk in her hand. "Give it to me?" She cautiously took the milk from the man. "Hmm." The man stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her head, but Cyril instinctively avoided it. "Don't worry, I'm from the church. I won't hurt you." The church? She quickly stood up vigilantly, the ring lighted up, and a dagger appeared in her hand. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" the man was taken aback, put the milk on the ground, stepped back, and suddenly a staff appeared in his hand. Sure enough... did you come prepared? She pressed the sword, and after the magic power was injected into it, blue fluorescence appeared on the blade as before. She rushed forward fiercely and swung at the man. The light of the sword bloomed and slashed at the panicked man.

Nothing happened. The sword's fluorescence shattered the moment it touched the man's body, and slowly disappeared in the air like ashes. what happened? She was a little panicked, holding the sword that had lost its light. "I thought it was something special... It really shocked me." The man sneered, with green roots on his face. "This is not a polite behavior." She turned around and tried to escape, but the green vines that suddenly appeared on the ground bound her tightly. It's over! She closed her eyes in despair, waiting for ****. "Little girl, you scared me." The man picked up the milk on the ground. "As compensation, do you have to do something for me?" "Oh!" Milk was roughly poured into her mouth by the man. Is it just plain milk... It really just tastes like milk in my mouth. No, not right! Her body gradually became hot, and her consciousness gradually became blurred. Her eyelids were too heavy to open, and the world she saw turned into black and white. The last thing she saw was the man gradually undressing before losing consciousness. she woke up. He was lying on a bed, and the naked man beside the bed was silently smoking a cigarette. Good, very tired. She wanted to get up, but her body was sore like after a strenuous exercise. Some strange scenes gradually appeared in her mind. Bizarre memories emerged in her mind. ...My parents called her Gulea affectionately, the first time I left the island, and the excitement when I learned that I would become the twelfth cardinal...The last scene was seeing my body gradually collapse, and I was terrified He stared at the naked woman in front of him. This is the memory of this body. A flood of memories flooded her mind, and her head hurt like it was about to swell and burst. The man next to the bed was aware of the movement on the girl's side. Without saying a word, he dropped a small jingling cloth bag and left. Only the girl was left in a daze on the bed. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

An elf loli with twin ponytails was sitting on a throne that was obviously much bigger than her, with her legs crossed and her brows frowning, as if she was in deep thought. After putting on this female, after sex, she has no memory of this body. She remembered that the leather on the devil's body could gain memory after orgasm... What are you thinking, how can she be qualified to use the same specification of leather as the devil. She patted her fleshy little round face to wake herself up. Thank goodness for being able to wear female furs. ...However, even if he did not acquire the memory of this body, the leather on his body seemed to be silently affecting him. She originally admired her king, but after wearing this leather item, another strange emotion seemed to sprout in her heart. She thought about her sister all the time, and this feeling of dependence confused her. ...is it love? She shook her head immediately, denying this ridiculous idea. But she couldn't tell. what exactly is it? She touched her gradually wet pussy, and Lily, her sister's gentle face appeared in front of her eyes. Uh... What the hell is going on... Is it because this body is Lily's younger sister? She slid her fingers into her pussy, gradually picking up speed. Cam imagined shyly. I really want to be with my sister forever... The door was knocked open with a bang. "Report, report!" Two men rushed in with panicked expressions. "What's going on?" Cam quickly put on her panties and stood up. The emptiness in her pussy and the feeling of being interrupted irritated her. "It's about the cave. Pritchard's descendants followed there... That kid somehow knew our secret..." One of them finally spoke, nervously. "Alang and the others are dead." The other hurriedly added, "By the time we arrived, the contents of the carriage box were gone." "No..." Cam responded dully. "When I entered that room, all the leather objects hanging inside were gone." "Don't..." "If the devil knows, we will all die! My lord, let's run away!"

"Don't!!!" Lori's hysterical scream echoed in the room. "Don't, don't, don't..." She hugged her body, sobbing. She pictured Lily furious. The skin on her body will also be confiscated... In this case, Kam will be separated from her sister. Don't, don't, Cam don't leave my sister! She was shaking. "Does anyone else know about this?" In an instant, the sitting Elf Loli recovered, her voice became cold and heartless. She looked expressionlessly at the men who were kneeling on one knee and had followed her for more than three hundred years. "Does anyone else know about this besides you?" "Also, there is Peso..." "Call him over." "Okay..." One of the men ran out, and after a while, he brought another man with him ran back. "My lord called me?" The man who was brought back seemed a little puzzled. "Yes." The three of them lowered their heads, waiting for their chief to speak. "I'm sorry." —Boom! Three bolts of purple lightning made a deafening noise. The three people kneeling in the room seemed to have disappeared, leaving only some scorched marks on their positions. Cam don't leave her sister... She pinches her bloodshot pink nipples, her eyes twitching. Nothing can separate Cam from her sister... Pritchard's descendants. She got off her seat and took out a small crystal ball from the cabinet next to her. A cat-eared girl hurriedly appeared, and the next moment, the cat girl's body gradually became transparent, revealing the boy hidden under her skin. ... As for that kid, Cam will take care of him himself. □□□□□□□□□□□□□□□

Playa City. "Dang Dang Dang Dang!" A few gongs were struck, attracting the attention of passers-by in the busy city. Several people in cassocks stood at the door of the church, and behind them was a man blindfolded with black cloth strips. People gradually stopped and gathered around, more and more people. "Everyone, there are more and more people doing mischief in the name of the church recently. I believe everyone has heard of it." The leading man stood up, stood on the steps in front of the church, and looked down at the surrounding people. "As you can see, this social scum behind me," he turned around, stepping on the face of the kneeling man. The man covered with black cloth strips fell sideways on the ground with a bang, crying and moaning bitterly. "Pretending to be a member of our church, he violated an unknown number of women and children, and indulged his lustful desires everywhere!" "This kind of behavior insults all mankind, despises the dignity of the church, and ignores the majesty of our gods. Shit on the Lord's head!" The crowd became commotion, some closed their eyes and crossed themselves tremblingly, while others flushed with excitement, their green roots burst into violent fists, and they waved their fists. "What do you say about this kind of person?" "Kill him!" A man jumped out angrily and shouted. "Insulting the gods deserves ****!" "Kill him! Kill him!..." The angry crowd echoed, and the shouts gradually became more uniform. A group of people rushed up and lifted the heavily tied man up. "There is a pile of dry straw over there, you should use it." The man in the robe pointed to the middle of the road and said indifferently. The bound man was thrown onto the haystack by the crowd, crying and struggling. A man rushed into a shop by the side of the street and took out a lump of red-hot coals with tongs. The haystacks were ablaze, the crowd cheered and cheered loudly, and the people in cassocks who came out of the church door watched all this in silence.

The haystack was burning, and the three-foot-high flames extended upwards. The bright red flames were reflected on the faces of everyone surrounded by the straw pile, and everyone's eyes were shining, as if the hope of life returned to their hearts again. The fire gradually died down, leaving only a small pile of ash and a shapeless black object. Inside the church. A man with small eyes carefully served the girl with cat ears sitting in front of him. The girl seemed a little flustered, avoiding the man's flattering gaze. "I didn't know you would come to the place under my jurisdiction..." He grinned like a pug, and knelt down in front of the girl on one knee. "I don't know why you came this time." "I...uh..." Cyril, no, the girl who should be called Gulea at this time stammered to avoid the man's answer. She clasped her hands nervously to her chest and squirmed restlessly in her seat. The people in the church seem to regard me as their demon king... She shyly looked at the bald man with small eyes in front of her. "Are you okay now?" He smiled flatteringly, looking at Gulea, "The tracking mark on your body has been interrupted by the minister, and now no one should be able to follow you." Tracking mark? Gulea looked at him suspiciously. "It should be that man. Don't worry, he is dead." The small-eyed man explained. "By the way, why are you wearing this set of leather? Don't you already have that elf's body..." "What, why, can I change it if I'm tired?" She said forcefully. Since they don't know what's going on, let's play the "devil king" first! She muttered to herself. "Of course." The man quickly lowered his head. "I, I came this time, on the one hand, I want to change my taste, and on the other hand, I want a sword." She made nonsense, gesturing at the shape of the sword. "Uh... that's probably what it looks like." "Is it the Sword of Spitspel? It's also called the Holy Sword..." For some reason, the man in front of her suddenly became serious, stood up, and remained silent. "……what?"

"The holy sword... is a sword created by the Pritchard royal family with the power of a whole country after the gate of the demon world was opened..." He stared at the ground and murmured. "The sword of purification, the sword of holiness... has the effect of killing us monsters with one blow, but it has no lethality against other humans." "But don't worry, this is just an ancient legend." He pretended to be relaxed She smiled gently, "At least in these three hundred years, no one has witnessed its existence." The holy sword... She thought of her own sword that was only two palms long, and her heart was pounding. The holy sword... These people seem to have no knowledge of what happened recently. Her heart moved, "Have you contacted church organizations in other areas recently?" "No. Didn't you say so? Any private communication between subordinates is prohibited to prevent rebellion." The man said with a wry smile. "Very good." Her heart was beating violently. She sees hope. "How many troops do you have?" "There are about 30,000 paladins..." "I need your help now." She whispered, "From now on, all information is only allowed to be delivered by someone, and Teleportation is not allowed..."