Chapter 109

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Chapter 109: Which God Is the God of Lamp?

Lolth wouldn’t let Ann fall down, but because she sticks to the rule of "not getting too close to men", she didn’t embrace the handsome young man.

Even though Ann was very delicate, his features were more delicate and pretty than many women, and he enjoyed picture books that were full of girlish heart, but…

Lolth doesn’t like men.

Crossdressers are also not allowed.

Futanari are also 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 strange XP, older sister?"

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

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

"My lord, I am really thankful to you."

Feeling the slight pain coming from her neck, with her 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 lucky.

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

The sword just now was meant to take their lives.

When she was still in the Eastern Seven Kingdoms Federation, Ann witnessed the means of the "Day of Revival".

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

Those guys, not worth mourning for their deaths.

Although unsure if the group were from "The Final Church" had done the same thing, but…

The white bones seen on the way just now couldn’t possibly belong to the people who died in the mine disaster.

After this sword strike, Ann paid a significant heavy price.

But the price suffered by the cultists was undoubtedly greater.

Almost all cultists had their life force cut off.

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

The only one still standing on the field 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.

"There were succubus, swordsmen from the Seven Kingdoms, and knights of Ryman…"

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

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

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

Lolth grabbed Ann’s hand to help her stand upright, then let go once Ann was steady, looking towards the red-robed figure.

Then, she cautiously asked a question.

"Chyzh Winchester?"

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

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

She reached out her hand and took off 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 hard to guess you were here."

"I see," Chyzh Winchester chuckled, "I thought posing as a ranger was a smart move… 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 the leader of The Final Church?"

"Just a minor leader, nothing like those cliché stories of staring into the abyss or turning into 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 just a show."

Chyzh Winchester said this, gently placing her hands together in front of 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 into a pitch-black color 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 approve."

"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 still sounded gentle and kind.

Despite her red robe now bulging and emitting rolling darkness, she remained calm.

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 hardly contain Chyzh Winchester’s new body!

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 looked confused standing behind her.

"God of Lamp… which god is that?"

Having completed the transformation, Chyzh Winchester seemed even less humorous, letting out a "roar" as a large amount of Power of the Evil God immediately surged towards the three.