After My Enemy Finds Out I'm a Succubus [Transmigration Book]

The king who took off his crown rode his horse and galloped in the wilderness.

Thousands of miles away, the silver-haired paladin broke through three cities in a row, drew out his sword in front of the last fortress of the rebel party, and crushed the city with heavy troops.

Arrows rained down one after another, and the infantry of the Holy Kingdom used shields to block each other, and when the arrows weakened, they raised their shields and approached the city wall.

On the city wall, an archer was taking an arrow from behind. Suddenly, the world was spinning in front of his eyes, and the severed head fell out of the wall.

The knight in silver battle armor appeared alone on the enemy's city wall, like a ray of light falling on the dark enemy army.

"It's the false king's contract knight—"

A few blood flowers splashed one after another. The rebels roared and turned their attack target to Lance. Lance raised his hand, and the golden light soared, swallowing the sharp weapons and enemies that attacked him. Wherever it passed, ? No powder left.

The rebels unconsciously put down their weapons, and murmured towards the rapidly spreading holy light.

"monster……"

Then he disappeared forever in the Holy Light.

Due to the strength of one man, the entire army of archers on the city wall was wiped out.

The siege ladder was built, and the army of the Holy Kingdom climbed up the city wall to fight against the fallen rebels. The warriors smashed open the city gate with battering hammers, and greeted the last garrison with roars.

The city fell.

Only between half an hour.

Lance held the head of the last member of the Fromens family, and threw it into the raging fire amidst the roars of his soldiers.

He disappeared into the carnival of victory and quietly left the crowd.

The wilderness under the starry sky was dotted with purple thistles. Lance found a random place and lay down tiredly.

He held the remaining two red rose earrings in his palm.

...I don't know what His Majesty is doing now.

Lance didn't dare to use His Majesty's eyes and ears, he was afraid of taking another look, so he was reluctant to leave again.

He stroked the rose nails in his palm, and finally nailed them to the same position as Luke's on his right ear.

He sighed silently.

Since you are ready to disappear completely, why do you do such a meaningless thing...

Lance closed his eyes.

"God." He called out in his heart.

The clear night sky was suddenly stormy, and the thick clouds gathered into one point, circling and descending towards the earth.And in the depths of the clouds, there is a faint golden light flashing, like thunder, or sunlight.

Luke raised his hand to shield himself from the torrential rain, and was amazed when he saw the wonderful scene in the distance.

The galloping movement of the black steed under his crotch made a sudden mistake, almost throwing him off the horse's back.

"What's wrong? Osiris."

"...The God of Light descended into the world." Osiris muttered to himself, with a hint of bewilderment in his voice, "He's back, he's back, that guy Lance actually did that..."

"Lance?" Luke caught the point. "What is he going to do? What do you know?"

Osiris accelerated his galloping speed, and after a long silence he asked, "Do you really want to be with him that much? He must be?"

Osiris hates the God of Light and Lance, and Luke is well aware of this.

He made every effort to break them up, and this was the first time Luke was seriously asked for his opinion.

"Yes, it must be him." Luke gave a firm answer.

Osiris grinned inwardly.

Forget it, as long as his children are happy.No matter who He wants to save, He will do his best for Luke.

"...Then I hope we can catch up." The steed's four hooves brushed the black mist, and accelerated again, "Hold on!"

Luke's whole body was lying on the horse's back, feeling the gust of wind cut across his face.The thistles in the moor were crushed by horses' hooves, and danced with tiny purple petals.

"You haven't said what Lance wants to do," he asked.

Osiris' eyes reflected the billowing clouds.

"He will sacrifice himself to God."

Thistle flower, the petals are like needles, and the flowers and leaves are like needles.

The heart is like the pain of a needle.

In Lance's last breath, he smelled the faint scent of flowers on the wind.

In a pure white void, he felt himself.

Lance's soul floats in the pure white space, the space seems to be a sphere, and it seems to have no edge, and misty white mist surges in the distance.

This space itself is the God of Light.

Besides the God of Light, there is a "heaven" where only consciousness and body can exist.

The white mist wrapped around Lance like a ribbon, and through the exchange of information during contact, he learned the current human language.

"I hardly know you anymore," He said.

He learned a voice similar to that of Luke, because he learned that such a voice would be easier to persuade Lance.

"I want to completely erase my existence." Lance said lightly, "The traces of my past existence, my present, and my future."

More white silk ribbons floated over and wrapped around his body.The ribbon is connected to the soul, and information is exchanged between the soul.

"Come back, come back to my soul." God said, "Thank you for collecting information about human beings for me..."

He called Lance's true identity: "My 'humanity'."

Lance is not surprised by his true identity.

"Humanity" is a derivative that was accidentally born when the God of Light wandered around the world. God is afraid of unfamiliar "humanity" and does not need "humanity". At the same time, he is deeply eager to know what human nature is.

So he cut off the immature derivative of his soul and threw it into the human world, hoping that it could learn human emotions instead of him.

The umbilical cord was cut, and the separated spirit gradually became an independent individual, and lost contact with Him.

Now, although His "humanity" has not fully matured, it is enough for God.

He wants to take back his soul.

The end of the ribbon branched out into fine filaments, sticking to Lance's soul like mycelium.The black snake rooted in his heart resisted fiercely, but that resistance was also gradually weakening.

Lance knows that when the connection is fully established, the consciousness of the person "Lance" will no longer exist, and he will return to the God of Light and become a part of God.

Memories, desires, feelings about Luke...all no longer belong to him.

Still hard to give up.

He heard a distant call.

"...Lance...Lance...wake up..."

—It is His Majesty.

Lance's self-awareness suddenly became stronger, and the black snake in his heart helped him break free from the mycelium of the God of Light.

He looked back and saw that Luke was hugging his body, and the two bodies were tightly pressed against each other in the storm, and the strong wind made the boy's blond hair flutter in a mess.

"Lance, I'm coming for you."

Luke's voice was very small in the wind, but it was clearly audible.

"Lance, come back, I haven't forgiven you for the wrong things you did, how can you run away now."

He hugged the breathless body, sobbing in his throat.

"I want you by my side, no matter what..."

Lance clutched his chest, as if there was a heart beating violently there, sending the blood of life to the whole body.

And every molecule in the body is crying out to him: he wants to go back.

Go back, go back to Luke regardless.

Lance broke the bond between him and the God of Light, and ran towards his body.

The God of Light had just condensed a human form that resembled Lance, and before he had transformed his facial features, he was forced to stop his transformation because of the breaking of the bond.

He tasted only a little, but only a little, and he realized what a fresh and delicious feeling "human nature" has experienced.

"You... want to go." He said to Lance, "You can't go."

His tone has always been cold and pure, like a child without emotion.But this time, a trace of panic leaked out.

He wants the affections that "humanity" gets.

Countless ribbons and threads flew out from behind the faceless god, entangled Lance's soul.

"I don't want to share 'my' feelings with you." Lance said, "Since you let me go, I am no longer a part of you. It is my freedom to stay or go."

"No." The God of Light's tone calmed down again, "You promised me that you would sacrifice yourself to me."

"...I never remember that I had such an agreement with you." Lance said.

"Have you forgotten? After Luke died, you followed his soul to another world, but that world didn't satisfy you."

The God of Light reasoned with him carefully.

"So you asked for my help, let time start again, and let you make up for your past mistakes-in return, you will return to my arms after time is over and become a part of me."

"Luke got his throne. You got Luke's affection. So time is over."

The white silk turned into pure white wings behind the God of Light, and he flew towards Lance.

"Because of this agreement, even if you didn't call me, I will take the initiative to call you back soon."

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head slightly, as if disturbed by something, looking for something in the void.

A cloud of black mist smashed through the pure white space, and a black figure faintly emerged.

No, that's the devil.

Demon wings that can cover the sky and the sun, goat horns with colorful patterns, goat's hooves and sheep's tail.

The bat wings spread out, revealing Osiris' evil face.

His sharp black nails cut off the satin around Lance's body, and the devil's wings slammed, blowing him into the world.

"Osiris." The God of Light raised his empty eyes, "Don't hinder me."

The red tongue licked the black nails, and the corner of Osiris's lips curled into a mocking smile, and he said contemptuously, "Your cowardly character has not changed after tens of thousands of years."

"Why do you say that?" The God of Light tilted his head.

"You avoid the world because you are afraid of human beings, coveting the sweetness of human emotions, but you dare not bear the pain yourself." Osiris sneered, "Don't you want to understand people? I can tell you that human beings are a race that rushes towards desire, They never get something for nothing."

The God of Light was unmoved, and sighed: "Osiris, you have fallen too deep in playing house games with humans."

"You're jealous that I have a son." Osiris smiled, his gaze sharpened suddenly, "I've wanted to say it for a long time, you keep using my son's voice, do you want to call me dad too—"

While speaking, He flapped his wings and swooped down towards the God of Light. In an instant, one black and one white intertwined with each other, piercing the long night like two accompanying meteors, and tossing endlessly in the kingdom of heaven.

Osiris was born a god, and his power would only be restrained in this world. Only by confronting another god in the void can he exert his full strength.

To the ancient gods like them, Lance is just a newborn weak soul, not even a god.You can take advantage of it in this world, but it is still too immature in the kingdom of heaven.

Osiris gritted his teeth secretly.

Although he is far less powerful than the God of Light, only He can help these two children now.

Give it a try.

under heaven.

Lance continues to fall toward the present.

Luke's ears jingled, and he opened his eyes slightly in the strong wind, only to find that Lance's right ear collided with the ruby ​​rose in his own left ear, making a crisp sound.

He felt something in the dark, and looked up to the sky.

...There seemed to be a Lance above the clouds, but it was invisible to the naked eye.

Lance's body was alive but could not wake up, and Osiris suddenly disappeared.

Could it be that their spirits are above?

Relying on his intuition and deduction, Luke reached out his hand upwards.

"Lance?"

"Well, I'm here."

Lance, who was in a state of ecstasy, met his gaze and smiled with crooked eyes.

They had a tacit understanding and reached out their hands to each other.

However, just a second before their fingers touched, the pure white silk ribbon rolled down and plunged into the world, sweeping away Lance's soul.

A cloud of black smoke fell rapidly from the sky, hitting the ground like a meteorite.

Osiris lost, lost to the only creator god.

Luke's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that Lance was close at hand just now, but suddenly he was getting farther and farther away, as if being snatched away by something.

"He will sacrifice himself to the gods"... Osiris' words rang in his mind.

The thing that snatched Lance is the God of Light?

Luke paled.

Although Lance is a treasure belonging to the God of Light, he clearly felt that Lance was running towards him just now, and Lance didn't want to go back at all!

——What can he do before God?

To God, he is weak.

But for Lance, he has to be strong.

A warm current rushed into Luke's heart, giving him the courage to confront God.

"I hate others to steal my things the most." He gritted his teeth and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Even God can't."

He knelt on the ground, hugging Lance's body, combing his silver hair with his fingers.

"Lance, I saved your life when I was a child, so your life belongs to me alone." He swore arrogantly, and kissed Lance's brow tenderly, "Now, I want your soul to belong to me too. "

Luke raised his eyes to look up into the void, his eyes were determined and confident, and the rich purple dominated his entire iris.

The magic power of the succubus is mobilized to the highest level.

"Come back, Lance."

"—I won't allow you to leave."

His words turned into words and soared upwards, like vines coiling around a towering giant tree, growing stronger and stronger with the white silk as nourishment, biting off the white silk and robbing Lance's soul.

The God of Light looked indifferent, and once again released his divine power, the white silks suddenly withered when they touched Yanling, causing Yanling to rush directly into the kingdom of heaven.

Guangming's expression remained unchanged, and he pressed his palms against each other.

Then he showed a surprised expression.

. . . He was scalded by the spirit of Luke's words.

Burning, fierce, capable of destroying everything, capable of sacrificing everything.

That's "love" - ​​the information obtained during the brief connection with Lance told him so.

It's too strange.Why does the world He created have things He doesn't understand?

……very scary.

The God of Light rolled up his pure white wings and tried his best to avoid it, just like the last time he was afraid of human desires, cut off the connection between heaven and this world, and escaped from this world.

It took him tens of thousands of years to return last time he fled, but this time he doesn't know how long it will take.

The strong wind and thick clouds subsided, and the night sky became clear again.

The wilderness was leveled, countless thistles were uprooted and crumbled to dust.

Lance's soul returned to his body and caught the fallen Luke, and the pure healing power flowed into his flesh and blood.

Luke's mouth and nose were bleeding, his whole body was convulsed with pain, and his beautiful eyes were all gray.

"You swore to me!" Lance growled hoarsely, "You swore that you would not use the spirit of speech to resurrect the dead!"

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh because of the pain.

"You... are not dead..."

"I just want to... snatch... snatch you back..."

He didn't resurrect the dead with words and spirits, but he did something more transgressive - he used a mortal body to try to snatch the soul from the Creator God.

And he succeeded.

...This is probably a glorious deed that can be boasted of hundreds of times.

Luke thought bitterly.

The cost of raising the dead is life.

I don't know what price I will pay for interfering with the soul.

Luke gradually couldn't hear what Lance was saying, and couldn't see the other person's face.

"I……"

He wanted to say that in his previous life, he was sorry for saying such heavy words.

In fact, he really wanted to stay with Lance forever and ever.

But he couldn't speak anymore.

Luke was completely plunged into darkness.

Like traveling through a long dream, his soul trekked in the dark, getting more and more tired, almost falling into sleep.

With only one obsession, he insisted not to be defeated by sleepiness, and finally found a light spot in the darkness.

As if finding an oasis in the desert, Luke involuntarily drifted towards that spot of light.

The sky is bright.

Luke took a long breath, feeling his soul falling back to his body, surrounded by real and gorgeous colors.

He was in a wheelchair, with legs disabled from birth and scars from self-harm with broken china.

He held a thorny rose in his hand, and a drop of blood dripped from the wound.

Withered gardens, dilapidated old mansions.

There was another deceased who gave him the mansion and the scrolls.

Luke...back to modern times.

The author has something to say: Is there anyone at this point?Finally finished writing today's (mis)update.

The next chapter is over, HE oh.

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