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

"Then I will direct the other sisters here."

Serena smiled and grabbed the hands of the other two women.

"No matter what unhappiness we had before, we are all good sisters on the same front now, come on, let's shake hands, shall we?"

Margaret looked at Serena, then squinted at Aurora, although she snorted displeasedly, she didn't pull her hand back forcefully.

Aurora stretched out her hand calmly, shook Margaret lightly, and quickly withdrew her hand.

Just a few seconds after this, the sound of the horn came.

"The enemy is attacking!"

Ted and Walter didn't bother to show their demeanor, so they picked up their weapons and rushed out without saying a word.

Aurora followed closely behind, and trotted out holding her beloved dagger.

Margaret closed her eyes, chanting something silently.

Serena, on the other hand, walked out of the room slowly, inspecting the scene of the battle.

Under the morning light, the thieves in messy clothes rushed towards the fence from three different directions screaming.

Some guys, who are really just putting on airs, are louder than anyone else, and walk slower than anyone else.

Others, on the other hand, were obviously bloodthirsty fanatics.

Regardless of the situation, these people rushed to the edge of the fence one after another, and attacked the guards inside with bows and arrows, stones, slingshots, and various other methods.

The guards also picked up the standard bows and crossbows one after another, pouring out their anger on the thieves who dared to approach.

A puff of blood mist bloomed under the light of the morning light, painting this dawn with bright crimson...

Chapter 8

"how is the situation?"

Walter, whose face was not very good-looking, walked to the door of the tent and asked Serena softly.

"Not very good."

Serena answered in a low voice, and walked out.

"After all, we are only low-level nuns, and the magical spells we prayed for were only at the level of healing minor injuries and exorcising toxins. I tried my best to save the life of the guard with the broken leg, but things like this..."

"Maybe you should ask Pastor Allen."

Walter pursed his lips. He knew very well that even if Pastor Allen prayed for such a magic spell, it would only be used by those knights.

As for these guards, they can only get vague answers like helpless and powerless.

In fact, the performance of Serena and others was enough for him to be overjoyed.

The battle that just ended was short and brutal.

In just half an hour, the thieves left more than twenty corpses in front of the fence, and a few guys who couldn't be brought back by their companions are still howling in the blood-soaked mud.

On the guard's side, five were killed on the spot, and the number of injured reached double digits—this casualty rate was actually enough to cause the general army to collapse.

If it weren't for everyone being surrounded and having nowhere to escape, at least those caravan guards would definitely give up their mission and slip away.

Of course, the worst thing was actually the guard on the watchtower—this position changed three times in just 10 minutes, and the last one who died there was Walter’s cousin.

No one wanted to go up after the brave young man had come down covered in pus and putrefaction.

Everyone knows that the spellcaster on the opposite side does not hesitate to waste precious spells on ordinary people. It must limit the intelligence acquisition ability of the guards, but under the threat of death, both Ted and Walter have a tacit understanding. Then ask people to go up.

And under such unfavorable circumstances, these alternate saintesses brought back four people from the death line in one breath, and restored the fighting ability of the three wounded, which is already considered great news.

Of course, this also means that these girls are basically ordinary girls today, and they have no power to provide.

"Your contribution is very important. If we can survive today, I will definitely remember it for a lifetime."

Walter's words were very sincere, but Serena, under the surface of joy and gratitude, was completely dismissive.

In her opinion, this guy is just a bigger ant. If it wasn't for some use value, she wouldn't bother acting here.

However, Walter's next arrangement made Serena very happy.

"...We have cleaned up more than a dozen rooms, and prepared food and clean water, so that the saintesses can rest peacefully for a period of time."

This may not be a big deal to Margaret and Aurora, but it is already a rare surprise for these country children.

As their leader, Serena is very clear that this kind of welfare will only make these children more convinced and grateful to her.

"Okay, then let's go to rest first, and when the enemy moves again, we will fight with everyone."

Even if she is good at acting and endurance, Serena has experienced a comfortable and beautiful life after all.

She naturally accepted Walter's hospitality with a natural smile.

After a brief wash and a delicious meal of grilled meat and cheese, Serena planned to take a nap.

However, when she returned to her room and lay lazily on the bed, she instinctively became alert.

"Who? Who's there?"

She turned over and got up, walking towards the cabinet in the room.

And when she opened the cabinet door, the ugly face of the chore deacon appeared there.

"hey-hey……"

This guy smiled embarrassedly, but his greedy eyes never moved away from Serena.

"what are you doing here?"

Although Serena's tone contained clear disgust, the deacon didn't have the slightest intention of leaving.

He moved closer with a calm face, and said in a low voice:

"I have a secret to tell you..."

Serena's eyes flickered a few times, and she took two steps back.

"I don't want to know any secrets! Get out, or I'll call someone!"

"Hey...call for someone? Where will someone come to rescue you now?"

The deacon walked out of the cabinet with a greedy smile and approached Serena.

"I know, you have all used up your magic spells, and your bodies are exhausted."

"And those guards are now taking time to rest by the fence, far away from here."

"If you cooperate, we can all save some trouble and be happy before we die."

"on the contrary……"

The deacon's face became grim.

"I'm going to die anyway, and I don't mind using some violence!"

Serena immediately understood that this guy felt that he was probably going to die today, so he simply broke his can, and found himself to vent before he died.

Of course, from the deacon's point of view, this time it must be a sure thing.

Even if he is just a deacon of chores, the lowest rank among the deacons, he has been strictly trained by the church, and his physical strength is not inferior to that of ordinary soldiers.

Now there are some nuns who have exhausted their magic spells around them—besides, even if they have magic spells, most of them have no attack power at all.

As long as he is bold, he can get the enjoyment he dreamed of under this precious opportunity.

As for the price...

They are almost dead, no matter what the cost!

"Come on, my darling, you won't even cut your throat... eh!"

Just as the deacon pressed on step by step and forced Serena to the wall, Serena finally made a decision.

A stern look flashed in her eyes, and she suddenly raised her arm, strangling the deacon by the throat.

The deacon instinctively tried to break free, but he was horrified to find that his strong arms could not move Serena's slender and graceful arms!

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Serena squeezed those words viciously through her teeth, and then recited the spell in a low voice.

The devil's whisper jumped out of her red lips and entered the deacon's ears.

The deacon's face first flashed with thick fear, and then twisted violently.

Half a minute later, this originally ugly guy turned into a little ape monster whose original appearance was hardly recognizable.

"Squeak!"

The monster struggled in Serena's hands, letting out a terrifying scream.

And Serena threw the monster out decisively, and she rushed out of the room shouting.

"Help! There are monsters here!"

All kinds of collision sounds and terrified shouts suddenly came from the surrounding rooms.

As expected by Serena, only Aurora rushed out of the door with a stride, raised her dagger and charged here.

"Where? Where is the monster?"

"Yeah, it's coming out!"

Aurora immediately locked on to the target, and rushed over with a yell.

"Die, devil!"

The sword light flashed, and the monster, pierced by a sword, twitched a few times and then fell silent.

Chapter 9 Planting a Small Seed

"Thank you so much, Aurora. Not only saved me, but also let me come to you to rest."

Serena's tone was sincerely grateful, with a smile on her face.

Seeing her like this, Aurora looked sideways in embarrassment, and replied with a reddish face:

"Ah, this is what I should do. Don't say that you have helped me before, but that we are partners in fighting together. This kind of thing is also a matter of course."

"Okay, let's take a rest quickly. The enemy will charge up again at an unknown time. We must seize every minute and every second to recover our strength. I have a hunch that it will not be so simple next time."

Seeing what Aurora said, Serena nodded slightly, and then lay on the side of the bed.

She properly controlled the distance she left, so that it wouldn't make Aurora feel too narrow, nor would it appear that the two were too distant.

Soon, Aurora also lay down, and really fell asleep as quickly as she said.

And Serena, at this time, finally showed a smile of success, and slowly closed her eyes.

'Come on, my enemy... now it's my home field. '

About half an hour later, she opened her eyes contentedly, and looked at Aurora beside her.

This little girl who has always been full of vigor is still asleep at this moment.

It's just that the magnificent flush of red has climbed up her cheeks at some point, and even entered the slightly open collar along her neck.

On that white forehead, fine beads of sweat gradually collided with each other, forming bean-sized sweat beads, which slowly slid down her milk-like silky skin.

And her slender fingers were unknowingly twisted together near her lower abdomen at this moment.

In the small and lovely red lips, there was a murmur that didn't know whether it was pain or joy.

And the tight legs and trembling waist exposed how absurd the girl's dream was.

"Huh, it looks a little too much."

"But it doesn't matter, it's not a bad thing to be more impressed the first time. Just wait until the next time and adjust according to the situation."

Of course it was Serena who did it.