The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

The bell on the church roof rang slowly, slowly bringing Lor's thoughts back to reality.

But as soon as Lor closed his eyes, Miss Yasha's hideous and terrifying face would appear in the darkness, sticky black mud would drip onto the ground, and blazing cold flames would rise.

"People can only be people...?"

Perhaps in Miss Yasha's eyes, she is just an ignorant mortal who is wishful thinking and craving for power.

But in this world, mortals are so fragile and powerless. I just want to have the power to protect myself. What should I do...

Lor came out of the side door of the church. The bell meant that someone was calling the nuns, but he had just come out of the confessional, and it seemed that no one had noticed that Sister Melissa had been killed.

Then who is calling the nuns together? Could it be Vice Dean Weiya?

Lor walked around to the main entrance of the church and found that the nuns he was familiar with were lying in the open space in front of the church.

"What's wrong with everyone..."

Lor hurried forward and saw that the nuns had all fallen into a deep sleep, and everyone's exposed skin was burning red.

Lor gently touched the forehead of a nun and found it was surprisingly hot.

Lor looked at the nuns and understood.

They were also parasitized by the offspring of the moth mother!

As the sound of the bells echoing in the air gradually died down, another rustling sound came from all directions.

Each sound is small and slight, but when combined together, it hurts the eardrum like a tsunami.

"what is that?"

Lor raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance. From the dark corners of the monastery, large groups of black shadows emerged little by little like a torrent and flew towards the sky like flying dust.

White moths emerged like a tide, as if white paint was splashed on the canvas of the sky, painting a pale and heavy stroke.

Countless white moths densely populated the sky above the monastery, and the buzzing of their wings rose and fell like a tsunami. There were more and more of them, gradually filling every crack in the sky.

Lor could only be thankful that he did not have trypophobia. Even so, this picture of hell still shocked his mind.

"The adult moth is really rare..."

Miss Yasha's voice seemed to contain some emotion, and Lor was shocked to find that something seemed to emerge from the white waves.

The overwhelming number of moths continued to gather and overlap, with white scaly wings with black spots overlapping each other, and the black spots formed an extremely huge spotted moth in the pale white.

Countless white moths formed a group of feather moths flapping their wings in the white hell. The sunlight was blocked and the sky suddenly darkened.

"You're really easy for me to find, Lor."

Suddenly, the sound of wooden boots stepping on the ground was heard behind him, and Lor turned around to look at the person coming.

Sister Frey was still wearing her pure black nun's uniform, which completely covered her plump and charming figure. Her walking posture was impeccable, and her feet in wooden boots could not be seen under the robe. She was holding a nun who was also unconscious in her arms. After seeing Lor, she threw the nun to the ground beside her.

So that's how the many nuns who were unconscious in front of the church came to be.

Sister Frey looked the same as usual, except for the veil she always wore. Her beautiful face was revealed in the air, her aquamarine eyes fully blossomed, revealing a breathtaking beauty.

"Sister Frey..."

Lor's face turned pale, and his slender body began to tremble uncontrollably. He subconsciously took a step back, but suddenly realized that he was not safe behind him.

On one side are the overwhelming moths, and on the other side are the malicious cultists, making it difficult to move forward or backward.

"Come to your sister quickly."

Sister Frey's sapphire eyes glowed with an evil light, and there seemed to be a dark vortex in the depths of her eyes.

Lor was unconsciously immersed in it and staggered towards her.

"Yes, come to my sister. It's too dangerous over there." The smile on Sister Frey's face was as gentle as ever. She opened her arms slightly to welcome Lor's approach.

"wake up."

A hoarse voice sounded in his heart, and Lor came back to his senses as if in a trance. He actually walked towards Sister Frey unknowingly. Frightened, Lor quickly took a few steps back.

"Hmm?" The gentle smile on Sister Frey's face faded and she frowned.

"Who took away the blessing from you? Was it Weiya?"

"The blessing you are talking about is the disgusting insect eggs?" Lor scolded, still in shock.

"Moth Mother is the goddess of reproduction and regeneration. She can give mortals new life. Insect eggs and moths are just a part of the new life."

Sister Frey put a gentle smile on her face again and slowly walked towards Lor. Lor wanted to step back, but the tsunami-like flapping of wings behind him pierced his eardrums.

The adult insect, which was made up of countless moths, flapped its wings and flew towards him, scaring Lor so much that he almost lost his soul. He quickly bent down and lay aside.

A vast sea of ​​white moths flew over Lor's head and headed straight towards Sister Frey, submerging her in the sea of ​​moths in a blink of an eye.

what's the situation……

Lor raised his head while lying on the ground, his pretty face full of astonishment. The descendant of the evil god killed the cultists?

“Wow—”

Amid the humming sound of wings flapping like the tide, a short sound similar to that of a bird spreading its wings was heard.

A pair of pure white wings woven from countless moth scales spread out from the swarm of moths, shaking off the moth wings to the ground.

Sister Frey's black nun's uniform was stained gray and covered with moths. Her originally beautiful face now seemed to be wearing a white mask, covering half of her face, leaving only a single insect-like compound eye exposed.

Still as beautiful as a sapphire.

The moths in the sky merged with the nun and turned into a monster that looked like a bird, a human, and a moth.

"The offspring of the moth mother has three stages: egg, larva, and adult."

"Adult insects are not common..." Miss Yasha spoke highly of the nun in front of her.

"Come to me, Lor"

Sister Frey opened her arms and the wings behind her spread out together. The moths attached to her wings flapped their wings. Her voice sounded like thousands of people speaking at the same time, with an echo like a landslide or tsunami.

"I will give you the new life God promised you."