The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

Afterwards, an invisible flame burned inside her, making her feel like she was going crazy.

And just when she felt that she was really going crazy, everything stopped abruptly.

At this moment, Meredith suddenly found that tears, snot, and other liquids that she didn't understand were rushing out of all the orifices on her body, and it was uncontrollable.

"Well, it works surprisingly well."

Demonic whispers rang in her ears.

"How does it feel? For the first time in hundreds of years, I have this kind of female-only feeling. Isn't it a bit late to see each other?"

Chapter 22 Is this actually a slave contract?

After Serena poured her some water, Meredith was finally able to think normally again.

"So, you used magic to distort part of my perception?"

Meredith asked in an affirmative tone while stroking her belly.

"Hmm, of course you can't hide this kind of thing from you. However, it's better to say recovery than distortion."

Serena supported her chin with her fingers, and replied happily.

"After all, many years ago, you were an ordinary human. This is just a function that normal humans have. Even if you are strictly dead, the corresponding organs still maintain this possibility."

Meredith's fingertips brushed the area through the robes.

She didn't need to look, but she knew that it was painted with complicated lines.

And this kind of strange and evil magic, no matter how you say it, shouldn't be accessible to the saintess of the church!

As for why the other party did this, Meredith could easily figure it out.

She is a vampire, which means that most methods of torture are ineffective against her.

Either kill her directly with divine spells or powerful magic, or you can only watch her recover quickly without any feeling - there is no intermediate value, and there is no possibility of torture.

Obviously, the other party wanted to use this method to control her.

And Meredith had to admit that it might work unexpectedly.

The feeling of getting up suddenly just now made her desperate for life.

And just when she seemed to have found some kind of delicate balance in it, and was about to find a brand new world, everything that stopped suddenly made her feel an endless emptiness.

She was afraid of that feeling, because it really took away from her familiar self.

She longed for that feeling, because it made her feel that she was still alive.

That's right, just now, after a long absence, she actually recalled the time when she was still alive.

At that time, demons had not descended into this world from the gate of the abyss, and she was just an ordinary noble woman...

Meredith shuddered suddenly.

She seemed to understand a little bit where the really scary thing was.

"You, what are you?"

The red eyes fixed on Serena's eyes.

"Well, let me re-introduce myself then."

"I, Serena, am one of the current apprentice saintesses of St. Gillian's Church."

"At the same time, he is also a demon warlock who has activated part of his blood."

"That's right, just like you think, I'm a succubus!"

Brilliant purple appeared in Serena's eyes, and that ominous sign immediately poured from the top of Meredith's head to his heels like a big bucket of ice water.

"how so!"

Meredith screamed.

To be honest, the saint is not really afraid.

Although she didn't want to die, she didn't really want to live after living empty lives for hundreds of years.

If it becomes the record of a saint, it can even be regarded as a kind of relief for her.

But when the opponent is a demon, things will be different...

"What's impossible?"

Serena said leisurely.

"Since you, a vampire, can safely hang out in the church for such a long time, why can't I, who is still a human being, be a saint?"

"That's different. I've been researching for a long time, what to do to live in such an environment unobtrusively."

Meredith retorted hastily.

"Besides, the undead don't have that kind of ambition to do anything. After the demon army was driven away, we actually..."

"Nothing is different."

Serena's voice became cold.

"No matter what you say, in the eyes of human beings, we are all threats, aliens, and existences that must be eliminated quickly."

She has held back these words for a long time.

In her previous life, it was not that she had sought peaceful coexistence with human beings, but all her efforts had not received any positive feedback.

Whether you like it or not, the existence of others is resisted and coveted, and it is absolutely impossible to be recognized by human society.

It's not that Meredith doesn't understand this, so she didn't refute anything at all, but just lowered her head unwillingly.

"Just like you are now, whether you like it or not, you have to sign this and work hard for me."

A parchment was handed to Meredith.

She glanced at it twice, and suddenly showed a terrified expression, and jumped up from the bed.

"Are you kidding, you are simply a slave contract!"

"Snapped!"

Serena didn't bother to talk nonsense, and snapped her fingers directly.

In the next second, Meredith rolled and collapsed on the cold floor.

Her body curled up like a boiled prawn, and even though she covered her mouth tightly, there were still various strange sounds leaking out from between her fingers.

"Enjoy it, I'm an expert in this area."

"Well, it's almost time to stop, otherwise...hehe."

Everything is calm again.

Meredith got up from the ground in embarrassment, her distorted face was full of fear and unwillingness.

"The night is still very long."

Meredith bit her lip angrily, then bit her finger obediently, and signed her name with her precious blood.

A black flame flashed past, and the contract was concluded.

"Well then, welcome to my team, Meredith."

Serena stretched out her white jade right hand with a smile.

Meredith snorted coldly, still held the hand obediently, and shook it lightly.

"Meeting you, I am really unlucky for eight lifetimes!"

Hearing this, Serena couldn't help rolling her eyes.

You are a vampire, what life do you have?

The vampires in this world can't even keep their souls after they die, they are absolutely clean.

But my old lady was really screwed by you in her previous life.

"Okay, now you can always tell me what you want me to do?"

After a few minutes, Meredith was finally able to speak to Serena calmly.

In her opinion, after spending so much time, Serena must be plotting some terrifying conspiracy.

Maybe, this woman will reveal her grand goal in the next second—to become the pope of St. Gillian Church, and to dominate this behemoth that overwhelms many other beings.

So, when Serena did say her goal, she almost rolled out of bed and onto the floor again.

"What? You just want to be a bastard in the church, eat and wait to die? Then what do you control me for? We can even say that our goals are exactly the same!"

Boundless grief and anger emerged in Meredith's heart.

She knew very well that there was absolutely no need for Serena to lie to herself at this moment.

But if this is the case, what is the point of falling into such a situation?

"I'm happy!"

Serena said confidently.

There was darkness in front of Meredith's eyes.

Serena glanced at the fainted Meredith, smiled and started talking to herself.

"Ah, another matter has been resolved. Speaking of which, it's time to meet Margaret again today. Hee hee, I'm really looking forward to her reaction."

Chapter 23 Margaret's Missing

"Miss, this is Captain Meg of the Peregrine Mercenary Corps."

Margaret stood up, extended her white right hand to the female mercenary surnamed Meg in a friendly manner, and at the same time looked at the famous mercenary curiously.

Unlike all the women she had seen before, Meg had short flaxen hair, radiant eyes, and a taller, muscular figure than many men.

"Just call me Meimi."

The female mercenary's palms were also very rough and covered with calluses, which surprised Margaret.

What is the reason for this woman with a surname to become what she is now?

However, even though Margaret was full of curiosity, she now knew how to control her expression.

With a gentle smile, Margaret kindly asked Captain Meg to sit on the chair opposite to her, and then talked about the business.

"Mr. Albert should have explained the content of the mission to you, right?"

Meg nodded cheerfully.

"That's right, we are going to explore the ruins in the north with your team."

"Honestly speaking, I admire your courage. I have seen nobles, mages, and nuns, but none of them would venture to such a desolate place with us miserable guys."

Margaret accepted Meg's compliment with a smile, and went on.

"Actually, according to my speculation, our adventure is not very risky."

"If the information I checked is correct, it should be just a secret shelter left by the Church of St. Catherine."

"St. Catherine's Church?"

Meg interrupted Margaret with some disrespect.

"I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

"Well, Saint Catherine, God of the North Pillar."

"Although Saint Catherine closed the Kingdom of God very early and no longer responded to the prayers of believers, she is indeed an existence equal to Saint Gillian, another goddess who guards our world."

"Therefore, it is almost impossible for her church to leave anything harmful. We only need to crack the seal at the entrance, and we should be able to explore the ruins smoothly."

"Is that so?"