Chapter 172 – 172. The Saint’s Pussy Is Hungry for Tentacles.
The chapel of Sion Abbey.
Although it was quite inside, it didn’t give the impression of being abandoned at all.
In the center of the sacred space, illuminated by sublime lighting, a large organ and cross stood tall,
Surrounding the arched car doors, stained-glass shining in primary colors transmitted sunlight, embroidering the chapel podium and tapestries on the walls in warm colors.
The natural light that has been touched by human hands provides quiet tranquility and makes you look up to the story of the goddess embroidered on the window.
The pioneering period of discovering and settling this world in the beginning, the era of Daegye-gulgi (大界崛起,
However, against the evil beings who still prey on human beings, the story of the present and the struggle that brought warriors who wield mysterious powers to fight against them.
This world was built on the hands of such a great being, and all the miracles she performs make up this world.
Therefore, religion is definitely something that gives the beings living today will if they do not have the will to live, and becomes the goal itself if they do not have a goal.
However, the stained-glass and tapestry of the chapel of the Great Monastery of Sion, which was larger than the city hall of Sion, had a different aspect from the style specified by other dioceses.
First, although it is forbidden to define the face of the goddess as one, the face of the goddess was strangely different when compared to the works hanging in other monasteries or royal castles.
The goddess hanging in the chapel of Sion Monastery was ‘more human’ than her face, which must have been full of only her loving kindness and mercy for all things.
It wasn’t a forced smile; it was expressionless, a bit bored, but his eyes were looking straight toward the inside of the chapel as if he wanted something else.
Anyone with a sharp eye will be able to see that what is at the end of the goddess’ gaze is none other than the platform on which the Saint of Zion stands, and that the goddess’s face is identical to that of the beautiful Saint Eshir.
It is also the same that for some reason, the miracles and power that the goddess wields look more like flexible, long legs extending out to covet the opponent rather than like a pouring of light.
If the glassmakers and craftsmen had stolen the production costs and performed shoddy work, this would certainly have been a laughing stock.
If there’s one problem, it’s that there aren’t many people left inside Zion who would take issue with this anymore.
‘There is no one.’
As soon as her thoughts reached that point, her body lost all strength.
Behind Eshir, whose legs gave out and was about to fall helplessly on the altar, flesh-colored figures instantly gathered to support her body.
“Ah, thank you. Everyone from the Tentacle Society.”
“Good luck ♥”
In response to Eshir’s thank you, one of the female flesh-colored figures who played the role of leader responded with a smile.
A black-haired woman with a plain face and powerful body.
She was once one of the five Heroes who protected Zion, also known as ‘Black’.
Now that Joshua, the tentacle that made up Zion itself, has disappeared, it is the female slaves, made up of the (former) ladies of Zion, who have lost their human hearts after falling into communication with the tentacles, with selected bodies, that help Eshir. Gathering, also known as ‘Tentacle Society’.
After abandoning her clan and family and donating all her wealth to the Monastery of Sion, she became a nun.
Except for the veil that covered the back of her head, it was not considered a nun’s clothing.
The pantyhose with a zipper between her legs were so exposed that even the cleavage of her buttocks was exposed so that she could fawn over her wet pussy at any time.
She was not allowed to speak human words on her own and had to wear restraints over her mouth.
Putting down her human rights and being just a female livestock,
They were spending their days serving Eshir with all their heart and soul until Joshua returned.
They crawled on all fours and personally supported Eshir as he fell.
Suddenly, the door to the chapel opened. Two men. A man with a face covered in scars as if he had been minced meat, twirling a large machete in one hand, and a middle-aged man wearing tight white pants and a treacherous goatee came in limping, leaning on a cane.
Brahms Lee, bounty hunter.
And Hans Reseller. A merchant who sold Zion to tentacles for his own personal gain.
After noticing the possibility of Eshir in Zion Side, a small city on the outskirts of Zion, he became imbued with the ambition to enthrone her ‘saint’ in Zion, and brought her and her tentacles into Zion. As a result, the city became a demon cave mixed with humans and non-humans.
“Saint.”
“Mr. Brahms, Mr. Hans.”
The two men solemnly lowered their eyes and bowed their knees in front of Eshir.
They would do anything to accumulate wealth, but at the same time, they were thorough when it came to the contract they signed with Clariant.
Watching Escher get up from her position, Brahms and Hans felt that her condition was not very good.
“You’re pushing yourself too hard… “You’ve been using ‘Miracle’ for several weeks already.”
“Why don’t you just relax for a little while and then let it go? “It doesn’t make sense to keep brainwashing the entire city.”
“No… I’m fine. “She will only hold out until He returns.”
Hans said as if he was worried as he looked at Eshir wiping away his cold sweat.
“Are you still thinking about the riots of that day?”
A few weeks ago,
Only a portion of Joshua’s body, which had taken root throughout Zion, disappeared, but that alone threw Zion into total chaos.
This is because the missing part was the center that oversees all of Joshua’s thinking abilities, the organ that acts as the brain.
When the part that was in charge of the brainwashing of Zion’s citizens suddenly disappeared, the brainwashing of the city’s citizens was also lifted in an instant.
What happened after that was obvious.
No more red, no more tentacles.
All that was left was madness.
When what had been oppressing and gnawing at reason and soul disappeared, in reaction people unleashed all their desires like a colt let loose of the reins.
Flames erupted in every street, and the glass shards on the floor sparkled.
The men who were running rampant to get back the women who had been taken away by the tentacles were killing each other, saying they would rape each other first, over the body of the woman who had already cooled down.
The cries of a child who lost her parents were buried in it and could not even be heard.
This was their nature.
Animals that are strong towards the weak, harsh towards the strong, and are angry because they cannot even acknowledge the superior male that their wives have chosen for themselves.
Before the mad flames burned down the entire city, Eshir made a decision.
[Stop.]
A radiance brighter than the flames that light up the night sky instantly covered the entire city.
In the light, people regained stability.
With calm faces, they cleaned up the ruined streets again and repaired the roofs and windows, as if they had killed and committed crimes against each other.
Eshir used the power of the relic to brainwash people throughout the city.
What covers Zion is her halo.
It was a ‘miracle’ created by the power amplified by the power of the devil in the womb being released in an instant.
And for about four weeks since then, Eshir has not taken off her halo even once.
“Also… Shouldn’t all humans have been left to die? .”
“No. That can’t be possible. “It is the kindness of the Goddess that makes even evil people repent.”
Eshir speaks firmly.
No matter what anyone said, she was a good human being.
Not as a sign of love, but as an offering to the tentacles she worships.
Eshir, the ‘Saint of Zion’, felt the gaze of the goddess’s image in the stained-glass made in her image.
Would her goddess really consider this blasphemous? But hasn’t she done a lot of profanity even now?
She has a relationship with a monster, she thinks she wants to conceive his child, she carries a devil in her womb, or she releases a drug in a big city that turns half of all humans into one with monsters, etc.
I know that these things are ethically problematic.
So, a little bit.
Eshir thought that if her actions were truly against the will of the goddess, she would have been punished long ago.
However, every time she becomes one with her beloved, it is not the pain of heavenly punishment, but the feeling of a divine foreign body.
It was a noble ecstasy that filled the inside with the body from the outside and scratched the painful walls of the vagina.
It’s okay to be a little more profane. This pleasure will explain everything.
Until then,
Until the one who can satisfy Eshir’s burning desire returns,
She had no choice but to hold on a little longer.
But without Joshua’s brain body, the tentacles that covered the city were just her meat.
You can’t climax with a piece of meat that is just pulsating and alive.
What the Saint of Zion wants is a being who will rape her with all her heart, controlling her strength to the brink of breaking her weak human body.
The more she used the castle relic, the more dizzy she seemed.
The vulva was also getting tighter day by day, and the vagina of Eshir, who had long ago surpassed human limits, was screaming whether something was to be given out or something was put in.
Yes, if we can’t put it in, let’s export it.
I could feel her child, who would be born between a human and a tentacle using a demon as raw material, pulsating to be born into the world.
You have to show him that. The appearance of their cute newborn child.
To do that, Eshir had to make a decision.
“I will go to the witch’s island myself.”
Whether it was born through the vagina or put into the vagina, it was clear that something would be decided up there.
