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

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed like no time had passed at all.

The bizarre scenes flashed by quickly, whether it was the dead silent purgatory or the pale insect nest, they were all gone in a flash.

Until his soul returned to his body, Lor was slightly stunned, as if he had been in a trance for only a moment.

The divine light bloomed from within, making Lor seem as if he was bathed in light. His beautiful face was even more tinged with a hint of holiness at this moment.

The moth-wing cloak he was wearing began to shine, and as the light flowed, the cloak gradually melted away, and the wing-shaped patterns on it slowly became engraved on the surface of Lor's skin.

It looks like a pair of moth's scaly wings tattooed on its smooth white back, with feather patterns all over the inside.

Miss Yasha was watching the changes in Lor with fiery eyes.

The awakening of divinity is like a deep dive for mortals.

Humanity sinks, divinity rises.

The Dark Mother Earth gives birth to all things, and the original divinity differentiated from the Mother Earth is hidden in the bodies of all living things.

Mortals who have long-term contact with objects or creatures that possess divine power will slowly be infected by the divinity, allowing the divinity within their bodies to sprout.

Then wait for an opportunity to awaken.

When Lor gradually recovered from his unconsciousness, the moth-wing cloak had been swallowed by the divinity and transformed into a tattoo engraved on his skin.

He didn't care that he was naked at the moment and that Miss Yasha was looking at him with fiery eyes.

It’s not like it hasn’t been seen anyway.

Lor held the moth carefully in his hand, making sure that the moth that Frey had transformed into was still alive. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Miss Yasha.

At this time, Lor already knew that the Arrow of Cupid had helped him a lot, allowing Miss Yasha to fall in love with him first and complete the ceremony in the contract.

Now Miss Yasha has truly become his guardian angel and he can command her at his command.

The side effect is... the other person's eyes are filled with undisguised naked love, as if he is going to swallow him up in the next second.

Not even a bone is left.

But Lohr said he's kind of gotten used to it.

So Lor looked at Miss Yasha and gave his first order.

"I need a dress."

As soon as the words fell, the shadows on the ground immediately climbed up and spread to Lor, interweaving into a long black dress.

When I put on clothes made of shadows, every time my skin rubbed against them, I felt the cold touch and fluidity like water.

According to Lor's understanding of Miss Yasha, these shadows can be regarded as extensions of the other party's body.

So in Miss Yasha's eyes, she was still naked at this moment. It could even be said that putting on this dress created conditions for the other party to touch her.

In other words, although she would obey her orders, she would execute them according to her own likes and dislikes...

Lor lowered his eyebrows, his long and curly hair trembled slightly, and a thoughtful smile appeared on his face.

"Then it's time to leave here."

"Go back to the shadows... Sister Venus."

……

As the shadow world completely collapsed, Lor reappeared in the underground palace with the moth in his hand.

The scene that came into view shocked him.

The originally spacious and clean underground palace was now turned upside down. The blood-red thorns shattered all the walls and pillars like a rotten wood, and took root in every corner.

The underground palace was almost turned into ruins.

After Lor appeared, the blood-red thorns that had been still began to tremble again, spreading rapidly as if they had discovered their prey.

Lor did not hesitate. As the thought arose, the patterns on his wings lit up and his body became very light, as light as his thoughts.

With just a light step and a breeze, the countless thorns surrounding him were left far behind.

This is the craft from the moth mother, a moth-wing cloak that only the adult moth can weave.

"Where do you want to go?!"

Ilandani's cold words rang out from the end of the ruins. The thorn mark on Lor's neck suddenly flashed a scarlet light, and the intense pain interrupted his thoughts.

He couldn't help but bend over, cover his neck and speak in pain.

"Stop her."

Black shadows woven into silk attacked from all directions where Ilandani was standing. The silks intertwined with each other and wrapped her in an airtight cage of shadows.

"Filth from the abyss, how dare you trespass into my territory..."

Ominous rays of blood shone through the shadow cage, and the cage became riddled with holes.

Miss Yasha's urgent voice sounded, as if a disaster was about to happen.

"Come on!"

Lor endured the severe pain in his neck and gritted his teeth to activate the moth-wing cloak again.

This time, even the divinity that had just awakened in the body was injected into it.

Ilandani looked at Lor from afar in his shadowy long dress. The new divinity in him was as dazzling as a firefly in the dark night.

Under the divine light, the boy's originally delicate appearance seemed particularly attractive. Ilandani's eyes fell on those delicate and tempting lips and slowly moved down.

The delicate collarbone, the fair skin, every inch of skin covered by the shadowy long skirt, and even the delicate feet, all made her heart flutter.

Even though she knew that Lor was doing his best to escape from her, she couldn't even muster up any anger towards the boy.

Irandani knew that it was the divinity of love that was disturbing her emotions.

The erosion of divinity is two-way. When you use the magic potion of the god of love to control the boy, you should have expected that there would be a day when you would be eroded in return.

But these are all things for later.

The anger at the invasion of the territory needs to be vented, as does the desire to monopolize Lor, the desire to kill demons, and the desire to destroy that has been blocked by the shadow world for a long time.

The intertwined desires further aroused the love in her heart. Ilandani knew that she could no longer bear the consequences of the boy's departure.

No matter what, we have to keep him here.

The slender white right hand pierced into her chest, and bright red blood flowed out. Ilandani had a blank expression on her face, and thorns grew out of her flesh and blood, which she grasped.

Then pull it out of the body little by little.

A spirally twisted sword of thorns was pulled out from the flesh and blood, and an ominous blood light burst out, tearing apart all the shadows in just an instant.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood thorns..."

The patterns on the moth-wing cloak were brighter than ever under the infusion of divinity, and a pair of transparent scaly wings opened and flapped from behind Lor.

Ilandani held the Sword of Thorns in her hand, and the twisted spiral thorns on it squirmed like a living thing.

"...Behead this great crime."

As Ilandani finished speaking, the sword glowed with blood-red light.

Wherever blood passes, divinity fades.

At this time, Lor had already flown into the air with the help of the scaly wings transformed from the moth-wing cloak, but the blood-red light made his hair stand on end.

Under the reflection of the blood, the thin divinity in his body was quickly fading away.

Layer upon layer of shadow curtains blocked the way in front of him, but were torn apart in an instant.

The blood hit Lor in the sky like a thorn in his flesh, but the next moment, the moth's wings flapped, bringing the power to break free from all restraints.

The wind whistled in my ears, the light and shadows were stretched out, and the whole world seemed to be left behind at this moment.

When the dust settled, the sky was empty except for a few transparent moth feathers slowly drifting down.