Chapter 109

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Chapter 109: Which God Is the God of Lamp?

Lolth wouldn’t let Ann fall, but because she adhered to her rule of “not getting too close to men,” she didn’t embrace the handsome young man.

Even though Ann was very delicate, with features more delicate and prettier than many women, and he enjoyed picture books full of girlish sentiment, but…

Lolth doesn’t like men.

Crossdressers are not allowed.

Futanari are not allowed.

Very pretty crossdressers and futanari… also not allowed!

Anything with extra parts down there is not allowed!

As a succubus, this would definitely be something fellow members would find strange and say, “Why do you have such peculiar preferences, older sister?”

But Lolth doesn’t care; anyway, she doesn’t have any fellow members to communicate with.

So, she chose to grab Ann’s neck to prevent him from falling to the ground.

“My lord, I am truly thankful to you.”

Feeling the slight pain in his neck, with his face just less than half a meter from the ground, Ann sighed.

Although definitely better than falling directly to the ground, Ann couldn’t help but feel somewhat ungrateful for Lolth’s method.

The cultists who fell to the ground were not so fortunate.

When they attacked with the intention of killing the three of them, Ann did not hold back anymore.

The sword strike just now was meant to take their lives.

When she was still in the Eastern Seven Kingdoms Federation, Ann had witnessed the methods of the “Day of Revival.”

Village massacres, ritual sacrifices, indiscriminate killings, even using civilians to feed and create monstrous beings…

Those people weren’t worth mourning.

Although unsure if this group from “The Final Church” had done the same things, the white bones seen on the way earlier couldn’t possibly belong to people who died in the mine disaster.

After this sword strike, Ann paid a significant price.

But the price paid by the cultists was undoubtedly greater.

Almost all cultists had their life force severed.

A few stronger ones could still struggle to survive on the ground.

The only one still standing was the red-robed individual whose power fluctuation was at the epic beginning level.

The red-robed person turned to Lolth’s three companions and spoke for the first time.

“A succubus, swordsmen from the Seven Kingdoms, and knights of Ryman…”

The voice wasn’t dark or hoarse, but rather soft and even somewhat gentle.

“What a strange combination, but… you shouldn’t be here.”

Isabella and Ann, exhausted, couldn’t speak; they only watched vigilantly as the red-robed figure who still seemed ready to fight.

Lolth helped Ann stand upright, then let go once he was steady, looking toward the red-robed figure.

Then, she cautiously asked a question.

“Chyzh Winchester?”

After hearing that name, the red-robed figure slightly trembled, followed by gentle laughter.

“Ahahaha… Indeed, fooling a demon dragon is easy, but trying to deceive a powerful succubus is much harder.”

She reached out and removed the hat from her red cloak, revealing a friendly and kind face that anyone would find trustworthy.

“It really is you!”

Isabella sighed, unsure of what she was lamenting.

“Where did I go wrong? Was it my soul, aura, emotions… or my plan?”

Chyzh Winchester, the countess, looked at Lolth and smiled peacefully.

“Let me correct you, I am not powerful,” Lolth calmly replied. “As for your question, the flaw was your family’s magic formation – good idea, but poorly executed. That’s why I came down through the secret passage in your house. It wasn’t difficult to guess you were here.”

“I see,” Chyzh Winchester chuckled. “I thought posing as a ranger was clever… Turns out, it was just a waste of effort and talent.”

“If you call that talent, I have no objections,” Lolth muttered. “But I am curious, why did the countess sheriff who fought against ‘The Final Church’ become its leader?”

“Just a minor leader, nothing like those cliché stories of staring into the abyss or becoming a dragon,” Chyzh Winchester’s kind face revealed a hint of playfulness. “From the beginning, I have been with The Final Church – ever since my father passed away. Power and status all came with the church’s help. The so-called ‘fighting against cults’ was merely a show.”

Chyzh Winchester said this while gently placing her hands together before her chest, closing her eyes and bowing her head with a solemn expression.

“I have been secretly living in Palgauro City for a long time, using the ‘Ultimate Power’ granted by ‘our Lord’ to consume the magic of other Superoperators, to nourish myself and build this altar… It was almost complete, but then, unexpectedly, a month ago, the Demon Army broke through here, and my foolish followers even tried to persuade an Abyssal Sovereign…”

“But it’s fine. I can urge them to attack the demon race – the power of the demon dragons is very strong… Anyway, our Lord doesn’t care whether the magic powering this altar comes from humans or the abyss.”

“But, you see, succubus… I’m not the kind of person who likes to explain plans in detail like in Minstrel stories.”

She opened her eyes, and her once light gray eyes had turned pitch-black with no visible whites.

“I told you all this because the altar has just been completed – as I said, our Lord doesn’t mind where the magic powering the altar comes from, even if it’s from his followers, he will gladly accept it.”

“I am waiting for the altar to activate, for our Lord’s power to be bestowed upon me. What are you waiting for, you ridiculous, foolish succubus?”

Even as she mocked Lolth, Chyzh Winchester’s voice remained gentle and kind.

Despite her red robe now bulging and emitting rolling darkness, she maintained her composure.

The red robe was quickly swallowed up by the emerging Power of the Evil God, carrying Chyzh Winchester into the air, forming a black shadow with large palms and shoulders, braided decorations on the back of the head, and very blurry facial features.

This spacious cave could barely contain Chyzh Winchester’s new form!

Lolth, seeing this scene, looked serious for a moment but couldn’t help bursting into laughter eventually.

“Hahaha… I’m sorry, but… this appearance looks too much like a dark version of the God of Lamp from Aladdin and His Wonderful Lamp.”

Isabella and Ann stood confused behind her.

“God of Lamp… which god is that?”

Having completed the transformation, Chyzh Winchester seemed even less amused, letting out a “roar” as a massive amount of Power of the Evil God immediately surged toward the three.