Chapter 59 – 59. The Last Days of Zion Abbey
There are no happy endings.
There may be a happy beginning or a happy middle, but the end is always sad.
No matter how much someone comforts you by your side, all mortals are bound to feel bitter and empty feelings at the end of their lives. It is as self-evident as the fact that death is coming to them.
Religion is necessary even to give a little rest at the end.
Although some or many have tarnished the name by selling goddesses, religion, clergy, and monasteries have been the last comfort in life for the good and ignorant people by their very existence.
I have believed so.
That belief has never changed since the moment the Goddess gave herself to humans.
Murphy, an acolyte who was in charge of running coffee errands and cleaning the restrooms of the abbot at Zion Abbey, had to continually confirm that his faith had not changed at all.
There was not a single citizen visitor today.
She was in the morning service. Instead of citizens, the city guards rushed in and started massacring all the people inside without giving a reason.
I had heard that the relationship between the city council and the monastery had become bitter lately, but I did not expect it to suddenly turn out like this.
Her limbs and neck fluttered in her cloak, screams and blood soaked the air.
“Save me, save me!! Goddess, please give us a miracle and mercy!!”
Beyond the barrier of divine magic that no one could pass through, Sister Bianca cried out. The sight of the city guards approaching from behind was more menacing than ever.
Murphy closed his eyes tightly. And she prayed in her heart.
She couldn’t quite remember if it was a prayer for her miracle to happen, or a prayer that she was lucky that only she could survive. She just frantically recited her Lord’s Prayer.
A few lucky people, including herself, were Bishop Harold, the head of the abbey.
He was a garbage man with a bad personality to the point of throwing hot coffee at people with a cup, but he was still a high-ranking priest.
Right after the monastery was attacked, he defended himself by casting an advanced divine magic divine shield around him. While the magic lasts, it does not allow anyone to enter the magic barrier, but at the same time, it cannot go outside.
It was by sheer coincidence that there were about a dozen young nuns and monks, including Murphy.
It was because Harold was gathering them and cursing all sorts of things, saying that the cheap goddess statues sold as souvenirs to monastery visitors hadn’t been polished ‘to shine’.
Unfortunately, Sister Bianca, who was at the edge of her room, couldn’t get inside.
The nun begged first to the goddess, then to the abbot, then she raised her head for a moment and her eyes met her Murphy’s.
“Priest Murphy? I also gave you a muffin this morning… ? How can I convince the abbot…! Please let me in, even for a moment!”
Murphy laboriously lowered her head. Her cursing words, as the nun cried out, were not heard, drowned out by the prayers of those around her. No other monks, nuns, or acolytes were ruthlessly butchered at the hands of city guards outside the Divine Shield. I didn’t even feel the buzzing vibration as they swarmed around me and knocked on my shield to save me.
No, I shouldn’t have felt it.
Close your eyes, cover your ears, and close your mouth.
In order to help Harold cast divine magic, they prayed and prayed endlessly.
I hope that only you can survive in this chaos.
“Here, look at these! Are they tightly packed together like rats?”
A city guard armed with armor and halberds found them. Sister Bianca immediately clung to his feet.
“Please save my life. A nun like me won’t even know what you want, but please have mercy on her… !”
The guard grabbed Sister Bianca by the head and raised her up. When she lifted her veil, her chestnut-colored bobbed hair and plain face were revealed.
Without a word, he pulled back the hem of her nun’s robe with a spear. Realizing what she wanted, Bianca hurriedly pulled up her skirt herself. Her unadorned underwear and pure white belly were exposed.
“Not bad. I really want to take off my pants right now and taste this cunning cunt with my huge dick, but armor isn’t something you can take off and put on as quickly as you say.”
He held out her spear in front of her nervously.
“To masturbate until the spear hilt is soaked. Then I’ll save you.”
“Yes Yes! I will rub my pussy hard!!”
The skin was scratched by the rough grain of the sack, but he didn’t care. I leaned my body and spear against the spot where the light of the divine shield shone. Bianca immediately threw off all her clothes, put her spear between her legs, and vigorously shook her waist.
She squeaks and squeaks, and she sees white cum flowing down the shaft of her spear. Her sincerity for survival filled the eyes of her Murphy as she fell over the Divine Shield and watched it like tears.
“Everyone look here, the one who climbs up and shakes her waist is not a nun, but a complete witch!!”
“Since I got on top of the window, I should call you a whore!!”
Soon, the central hall was almost finished. The roar of mockery around her drove Bianca out of her mind.
“Oh, is your expression relaxed? To make you feel good.”
“Hey, I feel good! The guard’s spear handle feels good!! Ah… Aang…!”
As the nun’s awkward moans were added, they laughed even louder. Bianca laughed too. She wasn’t sure what expression she was on, but she thought maybe she was laughing.
She really is starting to feel better. Her lower legs were tickling, and a strange sensation gradually rose from her lower abdomen.
‘Haha, what is this… I don’t know…’
She emphasized her celibacy as a nun, and for Bianca, who only occasionally masturbated with the feeling of committing a sin, shame play of this intensity was too much stimulation.
She lost herself and increasingly gave herself over to her shame and pleasure.
Her teasing and moaning mixed with coquetry, and she began to act like a real whore.
‘Rise, shake, squeak’
‘Galjjak’
She glanced at the other cleric, then looked at her with seductive eyes at her laughing guards.
The guards cheered as he licked the hilt of her spear.
“Hey, look at that! You put a spear hilt through her breasts and caress yourself!!”
“Look at the fawning eyes. Doesn’t that mean she was a whore by nature?”
With no drugs or magic, just atmosphere, the chaste nun betrayed her faith. Bianca’s mental strength was at its limit.
“What is your name?”
“I, ha, Bianca, it’s Bianca!”
As if performing a pole dance with her spear, Bianca even spread her legs apart at the request of her audience.
She was relieved she lives now She survived with only her body, without the goddess who betrayed her self and her beliefs, nor the writers she considered her allies.
Her joy was more like a stab to her throat than she had ever studied theology or anything like that.
‘Ah, okay… This feeling, if she had known, she wouldn’t have done anything like a nun… !”
Murphy looked straight into Bianca’s face. She even watched her shake her waist as she splattered her cunt juice right in front of her eyes.
Then the laughter of the audience suddenly stopped.
‘Kwajik’
The smile disappeared from Bianca’s face as she masturbated with a maddening laugh.
Cough, as she coughed, blood poured out of her mouth. She stared blankly at several spear blades that pierced her neck and stomach before collapsing, leaving bloodstains on her Divine Shield.
“Don’t pay attention to that.”
A voice came from behind. It was Bishop Harold. Her whole body was drenched in sweat as she cast several layers of Divine Shield and various defense magic.
“She is… He was martyred.”
At his words, something inside Murphy rose up.
The moment he was about to protest something to the abbot, the guard’s voice rang out loud.
“To ‘Yellow’, one of the five warriors who protect Zion, the ‘Zion Ranger’ and the person in charge of public security, salute!!!!”
The guards, who had been laughing and playing to their heart’s content, quickly took up their positions.
Murphy saw a frivolous man walking through the ranks of Zion Guards on either side. He is a sharp-muscled man with his originally black hair dyed blonde and a piercing in one ear.
He is a warrior It was he who ordered the raid on Zion Monastery this time. The guards, who were playing with her Bianca and her nun, hurriedly put her in order when her hero, who was also their captain, entered.
Murphy was devastated.
How did this happen?
Why did this happen?
He didn’t do anything himself.
It must have been other human beings who committed the crime, but it must have been the upper heads.
Yes, humans like Harold, the abbot.
‘There’s no way you can beat a hero…!’
Said the warrior yellow.
“Is this the only thing left?”
“Yes that’s right. As expected, we alone can’t pierce that defensive magic… “
“I was having a good time with the nun, so excuses.”
The guards laughed mischievously. Yellow knocked down Harold’s Divine Shield.
“Smart, are you there? Seniors, can I come in?”
“‘Red’ pointed at us this time. I shouldn’t have accepted you in the first place.”
Abbot Harold glared at him. Yellow made an exaggerated gesture and said, “Wow, I’m scared.”
“So, weren’t you a little obedient when I asked you to erect our statue next to the goddess? ‘Red’ says that there is no longer a need for a monastery in this city.”
“In a sacred place where the will of the goddess is conveyed, a hero would dare to stand in the same place as her? You guys must be thinking of increasing your strength, Zion Ranger!”
Yellow made a disgusted face. Whenever the name Zion Ranger was called, I felt ashamed and wanted to die.
He couldn’t help it. Because ‘Pink’ strongly insisted that you can use your abilities only when you have ‘such a concept’.
Still, it was better because I didn’t wear a mask like everyone else.
“The messenger sent directly by the goddess is right in front of you, and she speaks harshly?”
“Policy belongs to you, academia is pink, media is black. I should have noticed when I was taking turns eating this city’s pie.”
“Thanks to you, the past year has been good, right? While there was no need to keep each other in check, he had grown so big that he was good enough to eat.”
“No matter how much we try to keep Zion under you warriors, there is no weapon stronger than our faith!!”
Harold spat and shouted. As the magic power concentrated in his hand shone, the Divine Shield surrounding him became stronger.
Even Yellow was surprised here. He was old and feeble, but he was still a high priest. His magical powers were intact.
After all, there is no choice but to use force, he thought.
“Yes. Historically, there has been no weapon stronger than faith.”
Yellow reached out. The light formed on his fingertips and formed a certain shape.
Oh, it’s been a while!! His subordinates, the guards, cheered from a distance.
The light from his fingertips formed an elongated shape and wrapped around his body. Then, it was complete.
It was a gun.
A weapon with multiple rotating barrels, a massive barrel, and even a magazine, the ultimate in firepower.
It glowed bright gold as Yellow energized his gun as if warming it up.
The reason he was codenamed ‘Yellow’ was because of this color.
“Until the M134 Minigun came along.”
