Miss nun is a succubus

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In the past 2000 years, you must have been in great pain.

All the crimes are not what you want to do, but because you are imprisoned in the sword, you can't commit suicide, and you can't reincarnate, you can only passively be used by others to persecute more people and kill those who are not at fault people.

Just because of your kindness, holiness, tolerance and gentleness, you have attracted such evils.

They torment your soul, using your emotions of pain and guilt as power to pull more power into the mix.

In 2000, you changed from the Yu clan to another unique race, but you must not give up your beauty and nostalgia for this world in your heart.

It's just that you have no way to get rid of this sword, and it is impossible for you to get out of this prison.

So day after day, pass on your thoughts, let others feel them, and let others save you.

This is a call to the world again and again, but every harvest is a loss.

Your power allows you to have extremely powerful emotions, and at the same time, it also allows the villains holding you to better use your power to hurt other creatures.

Once you know your power and emotions are being misused, you've been avoiding them and wanting to change that.

However, no matter what you think, being imprisoned in this sword, you can only passively accept their use.

In the end, holiness is stained with sin, kindness becomes the source of killing, tolerance becomes a haven for the soul's mourning, gentleness becomes a sharp knife that penetrates the hearts of others...

Your screams, your pain, your sadness, turned into blood and tears and flowed down, making this sword a divine tool and gaining a powerful evil nature.

This is something you never thought about, but you can no longer reverse such changes.

In 2000, the world has been changing, but you are still imprisoned in it and cannot leave.

If your heart is not so pure and powerful, if you have not been firmly protecting your heart, perhaps you have been corrupted, making this sword a real magic sword.

You long to be redeemed, but 2000 years have made you gradually desperate, and you can no longer trust anyone who raises this sword.

You think they are all sinners, bad people who want to use your power to hurt other people.

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"I understand your concerns, I know you don't want to trust others casually, but I think I should be the only one who can save you."

"If I can't save you, then no one in this world will be able to save you from now on."

"so……"

Latia muttered to herself until the end, her voice suddenly became louder, more serious, and more powerful.

"Give me your hand, Antrea Rattle."

"Prisoned in this sword, the princess of the feather clan in 2000."

"I'm here to take you out of this cage and bring you back to this world."

"Trust me once, okay? I'll show you that I can do it."

Latia's own talents and abilities, as well as the things she carries on her body, are basically added to her charm and language.

And her own charm is also very strong, very kind, people can't help but get close.

So even if she was facing a god-level spirit body that was tortured to the brink of collapse, Latia's words still had an effect on her.

Feeling her seriousness and warmth, Antrea, who was imprisoned in the deepest part and her feathered wings had turned into butterfly-like wings, raised her head and looked at the light spot in front of her eyes.

She stretched out her hand, trying very hard to hold the light spot in front of her.

But Bloody seemed to feel her struggle, and turned into countless thorns, blocking her way to touch the brilliance.

"No...let me...leave...let me go...let me...leave..."

Antrea Rattle screamed, she saw the bloody reaction and knew it was true.

It is afraid, afraid that it will leave here, no longer be imprisoned by the sword, no longer be its source of strength.

So it can't let itself touch that brilliance, and can't let itself escape.

With this thought in her mind, Antrea didn't care about the bloody roots wrapped around her body.

The slender hand inserted into the thorns, even though she was stabbed with wounds all over her body and blood flowed out, she never gave up.

Endless pain emerged from her heart, not only Antrea was so painful that she almost stopped breathing, Latia also felt the same.

She felt Antrea struggling, felt her longing.

I am heart to heart with her, soul to soul.

She can feel Antrea's pain and hope. At this time, she will become the source of strength for Antrea to gain light.

"I want...to try my best to save her..."

Latia bit her lower lip, suddenly flew up and landed in the center of the lake.

"Little Latia..." Irene wanted to fly over to carry her back, but was held back by the Pope.

"Don't stop her."

Glancing at her coldly, the pope was also heartbroken.

But she understands very well that only Latia can complete this matter now, and once she completes it, she will be transformed, and then she will surpass her mother Luluan.

This is a very painful process, and Latia must be allowed to do it by herself.

"But she's my sister! I can't let her do such a dangerous thing."

However, Eileen didn't care, she turned her head and roared at the Pope.

She sensed that Latia was in danger, and she couldn't turn a blind eye.

"Yeah... she is your sister, I can feel your emotion is real, you really care about Latia."

"However, Latia is Luluan's daughter, and Luluan and I are close friends who grew up together."

"She can give up everything for her ideal, but I can also give everything for her and Latia."

"So, I already regard Latia as my own daughter!"

"Seeing her hurt, I am more painful and uncomfortable than you!"

"But this is what she has to do, because... this is Latia's transformation..."

But what the Pope said made Irene stunned. She looked back at the Pope blankly, at a loss.

Eileen did not expect the Pope to say that, and as a succubus, she could feel that the Pope's words were true.

But but... No matter how important it is, it can't put Latia in danger, right?

While she was entangled with the Pope, Latia, who flew to the center of the lake, slowly raised her sword.

Her hand slid all the way from the hilt of the sword, her hand was cut by the blade of the sword, and the blood was absorbed by the sword.

But without any hesitation, she still held the sword.

Then slide down again, a little bit to the tip of the sword.

"don't want!!!"

Then, under their unbelievable gazes, they held the tip of the sword and pierced into their own heart.

Blood spattered, Latia looked up at the starry sky, with a hint of relief in her eyes...

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Miss Succubus is a brave man: Chapter 48: Die twenty times, spanning 2000 years, save you.

Blood flowed from the wound on her chest, but it didn't flow down, but condensed and floated into the air.

The blood was dyed with a little bit of brilliance under the night, which was extremely beautiful.

And Latia's body completely lost consciousness while the blood was suspended.

After losing consciousness, the breath of death spread out, and Latia's body turned into a ball of light, suspended in midair.

"Latia..." This scene made Eileen dumbfounded.

She broke free from the pope's hand holding her, and knelt on the ground, her eyes filled with despair.

She didn't understand why this happened, Latia was fine just now, why did this happen?

In a mixture of grief and rage, she looked back at the Pope, wanting to fight her to the death.

But the Pope, who was also standing there in a daze, raised his hand at this time and pointed to Latia's position.

"This……"

Eileen looked back instinctively, and saw a circle of light light up, and Latia's intact body reappeared.

But the pain on her face was still so clear, which made Irene feel very distressed.

"Real death... so it's like this?"

Latia looked at her hands, then looked up at the suspended ball of light, and at the power they emitted, she knew that this was not enough to support Antrea's appearance.

So she looked at the floating evil sword [Purple Underworld Butterfly Sword] again. The bloody light on its body seemed to be brighter, but the evil nature was reduced a lot.

Knowing that what she did was effective, Latia pursed her lips and encouraged her softly.

"Antrea, hold on, don't let it pollute your mind."

Latia's voice made Antrea, who had just lost her signs of life and turned all hopes in her heart into despair, suddenly looked up.

"Are you still there... Are you not dead..."

Yes, she thought that Latia was dead, so she had already lost all her struggles. She, who had not been swallowed successfully for 2000 years, was about to be swallowed by blood.

But Latia's voice aroused her sense of resistance again, and she wondered what would happen to Latia...

"Well, I'm not dead."

"Antrea, don't be afraid, I will always be here..."

"My death is a step by step spanning 2000 years, embracing you."

"Wait for me... nineteen more... nineteen more... wait for me..."

Latia's words made Antrea, who rekindled her will to resist, bit her lower lip.

"I'm waiting for you...I'm waiting for you...I'll be here waiting for you to hug me...take me out..."

She knew that this time she could really be rescued, and she had to wait for Latia to arrive.

"Well, so, you must hold on, don't be engulfed by it, I will take you away..."

Latia's voice was so gentle and firm.

After saying this, she repeated what she did before her last death.

Hold the tip of the sword, insert it into your heart, blood gushes out, and floats into the air, stained with brilliance.

The body that lost its soul turned into the purest radiant energy and floated to the original sphere of light.

Death seems so easy to Latia, but every death of hers, turned into the brilliance of life, can illuminate the night.

The blood on the body of the floating [Purple Underworld Butterfly Sword] became more and more intense, but it had changed from a disturbing dark red to a bright red, and the evil nature on his body was gradually weakening.

"What... is she doing..."

Eileen stared blankly at this scene, she didn't understand.

Why is the radiance emanating from Latia, who is a succubus, so hot and dazzling, so pure and holy.

Even himself, the succubus who hated the brilliance the most, couldn't help but want to embrace the brilliance and be illuminated by the brilliance at this time.

What a huge power, what a powerful contagion

Compared to Succubus Irene who couldn't figure it out at all, the Pope knew too much.

She covered her mouth with her hands, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Every time Latia "kills" herself, it is like stabbing her body with a sword. She is very clear about the pain.

But even so, she didn't let herself make any noise, for fear of disturbing Latia.

Elena could feel that the evil nature on the [Purple Nether Butterfly Sword] was weakening, and could feel that every death of Latia was reducing its power.

Latia is using her life, holiness, kindness, tolerance and gentleness to wash away the sins on the sword step by step.

Maybe she couldn't wash it alone, and she couldn't do it in her whole life.