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The sweet and salty water was quickly licked up, enveloped by the tongue and swallowed into the stomach.
"Oh, right, why don't you taste your own flavor too?"
Saint Karina had a brilliant idea and laughed unrestrainedly.
Her lips drew near Melissa's, her goal almost achieved. Just then, a long, black spear shot towards her head. Her enjoyment was ruined by the spoiler; a terrifying torrent of magic blew away the clouds.
"What did you do to Melissa?!"
The newcomer was a girl with long, light blue hair. Her eyes were fixed on the point where the Holy Sword and Melissa were joined, and her angry flames seemed to evaporate the clouds.
The girl's hair was tied into pigtails. She wore a sports bra, a wolf tooth necklace, and a cool black triangular fabric that fluttered in the wind, with only a black jacket that could barely conceal her ample cleavage.
Her sweet pink and white candy-colored socks made her look adorable, and her black leather boots served as footholds for her to stand on.
"Melissa, you're calling me so affectionately... What I'm doing is definitely a good deed that brings Melissa happiness, aren't you watching right now?"
Saint Karina showed no embarrassment at being caught in the act; a frivolous smile graced her face, and a suspicious blush lingered on her cheeks. As she spoke, the Holy Sword continued its thrust, entering its final release phase.
With a flick of her wrist, she poured the scalding hot and delicious seafood soup into Melissa's indescribable place, leaving not a drop untouched.
That mouth was mistreated so badly that it's normal that it couldn't taste the seafood soup.
"Aaaaaah! Die!"
Melissa seemed to be the person this newly arrived demon general admired, but her beautiful fantasy was shattered as the other party roared and charged straight at her.
Their eyes met, and their gazes instantly turned blood red. No further words were needed. Saint Karina released Melissa's body, drawing the holy sword from its indescribable source. The sword trembled, seemingly a loud praise to the saint.
The holy sword, nourished by the woman's body, had its remaining impurities completely purified through the ritual.
"Make your move and let me see what you're capable of."
"Bastard! I'm going to kill you!"
With a sharp rebuke, the black spear returned to its master's hand, now imbued with eerie black demonic flames. A towering spear shadow swept across Saint Karina's position.
The Demon Spear Prison Sect Style - Five Ghosts' Destruction: The overlapping ghostly shadows and the spear's intent merge, both driven by murderous intent, leaving no room for restraint.
"You can't kill someone just by talking. If you could kill someone just by talking, then you could definitely do it."
Saint Karina moved like a nimble petrel amidst the sea of guns, her holy sword repeatedly deflecting the twin-tailed girl's spear tips.
"Whether you can do it or not is not up to you, damn it! Hundred Ghosts Devour the Moon!"
The girl with twin ponytails twisted her legs to the left, her knees bent steadily, and she squatted into a horse stance. At the same time, her body rotated 180 degrees to the left, and she pushed the magic gun in her hand towards her left chest, sending the shaft forward.
With palms still down, use muscle strength to move your arm upwards to shoulder level, making the gun tip make a clockwise circle.
She changed tactics at the last minute, and thousands of ghostly figures immediately aimed straight for Saint Karina's heart. The overlapping ghostly figures had twisted and ferocious expressions on their faces. They wanted to drag Saint Karina into hell and turn her into a member of the ghostly figures.
St. Karina felt a sharp pain in her hand, but she didn't dare to be careless. She quickly leaped backward, but the tiger's mouth holding the sword was still shaken open with bloody cracks.
Such powerful force... The continuous spear intent, though a technique, flows like a lotus, endlessly regenerating.
"You coward! Let's see where you hide now!"
The twin-tailed girl had completely lost her mind, becoming one with the gun, wanting only to drink Saint Karina's blood.
The spear energy transformed into streams of sinister and chilling energy during the battle, surging wildly into Saint Karina's body. The extremely cold and yin spear energy rushed into Saint Karina's arm, causing frost to form on her skin. The two forces, good and evil, churned and collided within her body.
The barrage of gunfire was overwhelming, the attacks seemingly miraculous, tearing through one breach after another in the defenses. Saint Karina knew she couldn't afford to delay any longer.
"The Commandment of Radiance—It is said by the gods: If you do not do anything wrong during the day, you will not fear the evil spirits at night!"
The holy sword stirred, shattering the twin-tailed girl's spear shadow into fragments.
Because her move was broken, the opponent used another move, an extremely vicious killing move aimed directly at Saint Karina's throat, presumably intending to create a bloody hole in her trachea.
Secondly, the god said, "We cultivate the Vajra body, and with our righteous spirit, we are not afraid of death."
The spear tip narrowly pierced Saint Karina, but the demonic spear could only leave a small dent in her flesh, failing to even break through her defenses.
Clang! Bang!
The ghostly demonic spear was twisted into a pretzel by an invisible force, followed by a fist that slammed directly into the chest of the twin-tailed girl, turning her already meager breasts into a basin that caved inwards.
Falling from a height of a thousand meters, blood was squeezed out from the broken sternum, and a stream of blood spurted from the mouth of the girl with twin ponytails.
Dust and reddish-brown mud obscured her vision, and her mind went completely blank.
What exactly happened? How could she, who was so confident of victory, lose? Did this human saintess use black magic to inflict a debuff on her?
“Melissa…”
She tried to stand up from the pit, but she couldn't muster any strength in her limbs. Her body felt weak, and she was dizzy and felt like the world was spinning.
She hated herself so much, hated herself for being so weak... hated this useless body.
She wanted to save Melissa, to rescue her from that wicked woman. In her anger, she bit her tongue hard, letting the savory liquid spread in her mouth, barely managing to stay conscious.
Finally, the pain stimulated her brain, and she was able to stand up again by holding onto the earthen wall of the crater that had crashed down from a height of a thousand meters.
“Melissa…Melissa…”
Climbing the earthen wall, stepping on some protruding clods of earth, she was drowsy but unwilling to give up.
Melissa... I'm here, I will save you, I promise...
I won't hand you over to anyone else. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been so weak.
"If nothing can save us, are we just going to die like insects in this dark pit?"
She muttered to herself, her mind becoming increasingly foggy as blood gushed from all parts of her body, making it harder and harder for her to stay conscious.
Her world began to darken, and the scenery nearby began to blur.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Tears of resentment streamed down his face, large drops falling onto the soil with a soft, pattering sound.
The sound was exceptionally loud in the quiet pit. She laughed bitterly, knowing that she was still alive entirely thanks to the physical attributes of the demon race.
But... she might die soon?
10. Dawn
"Sigh...is it a bit too much to bully my subordinates like this?"
The poor, dying twin-tailed demon girl's hand, which had been crawling out of the pit, was grabbed by a hand.
She looked very mature, with long purple hair and a voluptuous cleavage. She was wearing a white dress with a dress tie around her neck, and black pantyhose with gold trim.
When Saint Karina saw those plump thighs and full buttocks tightly covered by stockings, she couldn't help but imagine a devil with goat-like horns grabbing a woman and discussing with her the knowledge of life's reproduction and sublimation.
"you are?"
"I am the commander leading the demonic tide, but this time I only wish to lead my subordinates to evacuation. Could you please grant me this favor and not interfere, Your Excellency?"
The woman had a forced smile, but spoke very politely.
"Do you think a hunter would let go of its prey once it has caught it? You're a demon, you can't be that naive."
The two sides are in a standoff, and their personalities dictate that neither of them will back down.
Saint Karina's divine words permeated the earth, beginning with a deep pit, and the rules were subtly altered by an unknown force.
However, the one seemed to have no intention of fighting Saint Karina at all. Her staff glowed with an ominous magical light, and without any warning, a forbidden spell tore through the sky.
The spell wasn't aimed at Saint Karina, but at the capital of the Lorian Empire.
“You killed one of my men and captured another. I’m taking the remaining one and the other demons with me to escape. I suppose you won’t stop me from doing this now.”
Her threat was very direct; that level of magic required a pre-arranged magic circle and was enough to destroy most of the capital.
Trading the lives of the people for the lives of their subordinates—they really are willing to go to great lengths.
However, it's impossible for the demons to have arranged magic crystals in various corners of the capital in advance. There's only one answer: the one who secretly helped the demons in doing this was humans.
"I see."
Saint Karina made a decision: she had no interest in killing more demons, but she might try something more lucrative if it involved bullying them.
The twin-tailed demon general wielding a gun is hostile to her. Letting her go will surely make her her enemy. However, the price of her recklessness is the lives of ordinary people in the Lorian Empire, just like her wide-area magic slaughtered demon soldiers.
Saint Karina couldn't bring herself to disregard the lives of innocent people, and besides, the power she had borrowed was nearing its limit. When the time came, she wouldn't be able to use the power from the Unsealing Stone a second time while she was weakened.
"Run away with your tail between your legs, demon. I assure you, I will not chase you."
Despite her inner turmoil, Saint Karina maintained a facade of indifference. She stood with her hands behind her back, her back to the demons, displaying an attitude of complete disregard.
If the activated magic crystal stops circulating magic, it won't be immediately destroyed, but it will take at least half a day to reactivate the imprint in the short term.
The location where the magic crystal was buried will be reported to the young emperor later, so that she can find someone to deal with the hidden danger.
"Hehe... You're quite an interesting human being. I hope you'll still be as arrogant as you are next time I see you."
The demon woman smiled wisely, picked up her battered subordinate, spread her black wings, and flew away from Partington.
There, in the sky, retreating demon armies roamed, while on the ground, a horde of fleeing demon fodder, acting as human shields, cleared the way.
The mighty demonic tide retreated with its commander, fleeing with its tail between its legs under the moonlight. Saint Karina knew that from this day forward, the news of the Holy Maiden's resurrection would no longer be ignored by the demons, but would instead explode like a bombshell in the depths of their conspiracy.
"Does the demon race hold a grudge against you...?"
Saint Karina murmured to herself with a complex expression. As the last demon's shadow disappeared from sight on the horizon, and all the small black dots vanished, she finally collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.
She didn't care at all about the mud on the ground; her white robe was stained, and her body looked as if she had been submerged in water.
She was waiting, waiting for her period of weakness to pass. The people of the Lorian Empire wouldn't care about the safety of such a powerful saintess for the time being; they were busy with post-war reconstruction, such as repairing the city walls, cremating the corpses inside and outside the city, and resettling the wounded.
……
St. Karina could handle the numerous chores, but they left Brenda feeling exhausted once again.
Having just finished that "sacred ritual" that was enough to shatter her worldview, she now has to deal with the huge mess left behind by the demon invasion of various regions of the capital, which is really annoying.
The indescribable pain between her legs was still throbbing, making it difficult to even find a moment to apply medicine and rest. The terrified people, at this moment, most wanted to see their emperor and receive reassurance; this was the only thing Brenda could do at the moment.
That's all she could do.
Saint Karina, back beside her, leaned against the broken wall to rest, clutching the holy sword passed down through generations of the Ernest royal family. Beside her sat a weary-looking girl draped in black robes.
Although she was reluctant, Brenda had to speak with her. Whether it was against her will or out of hypocrisy, she needed to thank the saint in public for rescuing the capital from its peril.
"Thank you for your hard work this time... Lady St. Karina, thank you for everything you have done for the Empire, thank you... for saving the people of Partington from danger."
She said this through gritted teeth.
Even though the scoundrel Saintess saved the capital, what happened in the underground sanctuary cannot be left unresolved. Undoubtedly, Saint Karina is the undisputed hero of this event, protecting the Lorian Empire and its people just as she did five hundred years ago.
“Your Majesty, it is my honor to serve you. May I rest now? My physical and mental strength is almost at its limit. If I don’t rest properly, it will be difficult to guarantee that I can go all out in the next battle.”
Saint Karina bowed to Brenda, her beauty still breathtaking even though her robes were stained with blood.
It was so beautiful it was almost blinding.
"Of course, after all, Your Excellency Saint Karina, you are a hero who saved the empire. How could I let a hero continue to suffer from exhaustion?"
Brenda looked towards the end of the road, where the sound of horses' hooves drew closer. She had a carriage prepared and sent Saint Karina and the girl of unknown origin back to the palace for accommodation. The weary girl in black robes followed Saint Karina silently, step by step, like a puppet without self-awareness.
Although she also missed the soft, comfortable beds in the palace, the steamy baths, and the skilled massage techniques of the court masseuses, these were merely fantasies until she had finished her work at that stage.
The thought that Saint Karina would soon be able to lie down and rest made Brenda even more unhappy.
11. There's no escaping it.
In a hot spring bath that was only open to members of the royal family, Saint Karina told the young emperor's personal maid that she wanted to take a nice bath, and the maid immediately brought her and Melissa there.
The maid was extremely respectful, even more so than when she first met the young emperor.
The reason, I heard, was that he had saved her family and was a hero of the country.
"Your Excellency, the bathhouse is right here."
She kept her eyes straight ahead, paying no attention to why there was a strange woman in black robes beside the saintess. She simply bowed and greeted the saintess, informing her that they had arrived at their destination.
After passing through the long corridor, at the end is a heavy metal door.
The gate is decorated with angel carvings. The women in the painting are holding staffs and holding children. In the background, there are female messengers and horses. Surrounding the two main characters are four other children flying in the clouds.