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Without the power of the formless daughter, the so-called Brotherhood is just a mob.
Karl walked towards the church; the most important thing now was to convince the church to help defend against the Brotherhood's army.
If both sides were in a stalemate, he would have a chance to purify those captains.
After all, with thirty thousand main forces on the other side, he couldn't possibly use Time Stop and purify them one by one with the Dragon Whip; his body truly couldn't handle it.
As Karl reached the church entrance, he saw a familiar figure.
Rabel, the female knight over 1.8 meters tall, dressed in silver armor, looked valiant and spirited in the sunlight.
Seeing Karl approach,
Rabel's face immediately darkened. Last time at the Lord's Mansion, he had used sweet words to deceive her into doing it with him.
Because of this, she had carried a sense of immorality for a long time, having actually done it with a Little Boy.
She even prayed to God for forgiveness.
Later, seeing how Karl cleverly manipulated the Adventurers, even leading to the Lord's death,
how could she not know that she had been deceived by Karl?
"Hi, Sister Rabel." Karl, however, acted as if nothing had happened, greeting her warmly.
Since he currently looked like a Child, calling her 'sister' caused him no psychological pressure.
Rabel coldly snorted, placing one hand on her hip, giving Karl a disdainful glare, her tone clearly displeased: "Lord Karl, what brings you here?"
"Don't be so formal; I have a secret to tell you." Karl was not in a hurry at all, smiling as he looked at the valiant beauty in front of him, saying mysteriously:
"Come over here, I'll tell you secretly."
With that, he turned and entered a small alley nearby.
He had tasted it last time; a Mature beautiful older sister type like Rabel, who exercised regularly, offered a completely different experience.
Rabel hesitated for a moment but still followed him in.
She wanted to see what tricks Karl was up to this time.
The two walked into the alley, one after the other. Karl stopped and turned to face Rabel.
On a high ground not far away, Merlin stood quietly. Sunlight enveloped her, but it did not reflect off her body; she blended in with her surroundings.
The people around her also ignored her.
Merlin's brows were tightly furrowed. She turned to her brother beside her and asked, "Brother, did he notice anything?"
Her brother's gaze was fixed on Karl below. The subordinates assigned to monitor around the church were quickly withdrawing after Karl entered the alley.
Yet, Karl seemed to ignore this.
Her brother was silent for a moment: "He must have felt something, just like when he attacked me last time. He possesses a terrifying intuition."
"Bastard!" Merlin clenched her fists in anger.
Thinking of the scene where her brother was sent flying by Karl's punch last time, she felt her blood boil.
"Calm down, Merlin." Her brother's voice was calm: "The leader's mission for us is to monitor and prevent them from building city walls. Besides that, we should not cause extra trouble."
Merlin took a deep breath, staring at Karl: "I really want to use my ability to teach him a good lesson."
In the alley.
Karl watched Rabel walk in.
"Time Stop."
Chapter 60: In Front of God
Karl was not thinking with his lower body; he had to act cautiously. From his understanding of Aisha, the princess was a true pragmatist.
As long as it achieved her ultimate goal, there were no moral qualms.
Karl felt that she would never retreat like this; she must have left a backup plan, such as embedding people controlled by the symbiote among them.
He stretched out his hands and unfastened Rabel's waist armor.
As the armor was unfastened, Rabel's taut abdomen was revealed. Her six symmetrical abdominal muscles, though not large, had clear curves.
Karl's fingers caressed Rabel's abdomen, feeling the tough muscles that were different from those of ordinary women.
"It feels so good."
The Dark Elf's was the smoothest, Saintess Chris's was the tenderest, so Rabel's was the most resilient.
Karl did not hesitate. With previous experience, he only used a little force and began testing with the dragon artifact.
He moved as quickly and lightly as possible, while paying attention to the purification progress of the formless daughter in front of him.
"It seems she hasn't been parasitized."
After Karl confirmed this, he withdrew the dragon artifact, having only taken a shallow taste... "What is it? Speak quickly." Rabel frowned. After the count was beheaded last night, patrols had been strengthened, and there was a palpable sense of tension outside; everyone could feel it.
As she finished speaking, she suddenly felt an unusual sensation in her abdomen.
Her brows furrowed deeply. She was not some innocent young girl; she naturally knew what this feeling was.
"Heh heh, Sister Rabel, do you know?" Karl merely smiled, his smile somewhat mysterious, somewhat innocent. He leaned closer to Rabel:
"Anyone who has done it with me will never forget me for life, and will react every time they get close to me."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for Rabel's reaction, he waved his hand: "If you ever have needs, Sister, you can always come to me. I'm going to see Bishop Victoria now. Goodbye."
Rabel watched his retreating figure, her brows tightly furrowed. She nonchalantly said something to a patrolling knight and hurried into an empty room.
Rabel had no time to think about anything else. She unfastened her armor and inserted two fingers.
When she pulled them out, she looked at the sticky discharge on them.
"How could this be?"
Rabel couldn't accept it; didn't this mean she was a pervert?
Merlin stood on the high ground, her brows tightly furrowed. They watched Karl's series of inexplicable actions, and because they couldn't understand, they became even more wary.
"Brother, can we follow him in?"
"No, the invisibility effect I put on others requires sunlight. Entering indoors would immediately expose them." Her brother watched Karl enter the church, and he too was confused.
Karl said something to the captain, and the captain quickly left.
Could he really have figured something out?
"Let's test him with my ability," Merlin whispered.
Her brother looked at Merlin's delicate face and frowned: "The leader told us to avoid Karl."
"But the leader also told us to create as much chaos as possible, didn't he?" Merlin curled her lips: "Besides, with my ability, he won't be able to find me."
Her brother pondered seriously before nodding: "Alright, if it gets dangerous, I'll take you away."
Karl pushed open the heavy church doors and was immediately drawn to the sight inside.
Sunlight poured gently from the high windows of the church, filtering through the glass cross, forming dappled light and shadow, like divine light spilling onto the human world.
In the center of the church, Bishop Victoria and Saintess Chris, mother and daughter, knelt side by side on exquisite prayer mats.
Their eyes were closed, their faces serene, their hands clasped together, fingertips gently touching, as if listening to the voice of God.
Sacred magic flowed from them, forming a protective shield around their bodies.
Karl stood at the doorway, momentarily stunned by the sight.
Thinking of Chris's usual interactions with him, she was easily excitable and it was hard to connect that with her current saintly appearance.
Bishop Victoria seemed to intentionally give Karl a shock from God; she continued to pray after he entered.
"Time Stop."
Karl watched Time Stop, walked behind Bishop Victoria, and extended his hand, easily passing through the holy light. Indeed, in the world of Time Stop, all powers were ineffective against him.
He skillfully lifted Bishop Victoria's bishop's robe.
Bishop Victoria was a fully ripened Mature beautiful older sister type; her skin was completely different from the smooth skin of a Dark Elf, and not as delicate as her daughter Chris's.
It was more of a unique softness and stickiness.
Like a ripe peach.
When a hand was placed on it, fingertips could sink in; it was an extraordinarily soft sensation.
Karl skillfully took out the dragon artifact and first checked if she was parasitized.
After all, it was far too common for our high-ranking officials to be parasitized by the enemy.
The dragon artifact easily went in halfway.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring, soft and sticky. Although there was no tightness, it was very comfortable.
He watched the purification level of the formless daughter before him.
There was no fluctuation at all.
"It seems she hasn't been parasitized."
Karl was relieved then; he could talk to her with peace of mind later.
He wasn't in a hurry to retrieve the dragon artifact. After all, this feeling of soaking in a hot spring was quite pleasant.
It felt like his whole body could relax and enjoy the warmth.
After soaking for a while, Karl couldn't help but move a couple of times, though the movements were very slight. He didn't want Bishop Victoria to notice anything unusual.
Such a Mature beautiful older sister type had a very rich life experience.
He used his will to control himself to withdraw the dragon artifact, then helped Bishop Victoria tidy her clothes.
The next second.
Chris suddenly realized that time around her had stopped.
It wasn't her first time, so she immediately knew it was Karl's doing. She turned her head, met Karl's aggressive gaze, and gritted her teeth: "Not here, please?"
This was the church, her place of worship. No matter how wild she played with Karl outside, here, she still found it hard to accept.
Karl said nothing, only looking at Bishop Victoria beside her.
His gaze shamelessly swept over her mature, graceful body.
Chris watched his gaze linger on her mother, and her fists clenched. She walked to Karl's side, gritting her teeth: "Promise me, don't touch my mom."
"Okay." Karl said with a sincere expression: "I'm not a pervert. I have no interest in mothers and daughters."
Seeing this, Chris visibly relaxed, though she didn't know if his words were true.
She knelt on the ground before Karl.
Karl closed his eyes and could clearly feel that, perhaps because her mother was nearby, Chris's cooperation today was even higher than usual.
"A good discovery."
Many ideas for new ways to play popped into Karl's mind.
Time Stop ended.
Bishop Victoria finished her prayer, turned around, and smiled at Karl: "I apologize, Mr. Karl, for keeping you waiting."
She felt a slight, but not strong, unusual sensation in her abdomen.
"It's alright." Karl smiled: "I'd like to talk to you about the Brotherhood."
Victoria felt a series of unusual sensations, like being teased, her body constantly signaling emptiness and craving.
Chapter 61: Too Far
Bishop Victoria's legs were tightly pressed together, as if she was trying to control some ineffable unusual sensation, and a look of surprise flashed across her beautiful face.
Chris caught the unusual look in her mother's eyes, and her face darkened.