CH 774 (1/2)

Worn And Torn Newbie chapter 774

Episode 774: Color Concentration Light (7)

Hui Yi-ing-

A monastery in a blizzard.

Cold stone wall stage. The shadows created by the torch dance quietly.

In the empty prayer room, the sound of prayers resounded over and over again.

The archbishop has been praying for 30 years without ever getting up from his seat.

However, his usually gentle expression was distorted.

Beads of sweat are dripping down, and drops of blood are seeping out of his chapped lips.

'You must be patient. have to endure

Nira.'

He was desperately resisting something.

The holy relics in their hands radiate hazy divine power to protect him.

right then

Whoi yi ing-

A cold wind blows in the hallway

lit the candle of

And.

Again - again - again - again

The high heels of the beings who had left this vast monastery once crowded with monks empty began to reverberate.

Before long, a dazzling voice, as if rolling jade beads on a silver tray, tickled the archbishop's auricle.

[Archbishop~ I'll give you a riddle.]

The Archbishop quickly washed his hands by dipping his hands in holy water.

And he covered his ears with big drops of sweat.

But for some reason, even if I cover my ears, this voice continues to revolve around me.

In addition, rather than the clogged hole

It was squeezing into the eardrum so easily, like lubricant.

[ ] It feels good when you put it in.]

A woman's voice that seemed to melt.

[ ] I get excited when I shake it.]

It was batted straight into the heart of the archbishop.

[ ] What do you regret when you take it out?]

A languid and dreamy voice.

Just by listening to it, the color inside your body is full and it feels like it's boiling.

[Hint... pig! Stupid boar! Sneaky pig! Honey honey~]

The voice mimics the sound of a pig, mixing vocal and nasal sounds.

The archbishop finally groaned and broke his back.

The Archbishop, trembling with sweat, runny nose and saliva, struggled in the sensation of his body getting wet.

Feelings of shame, liberation, guilt, and pleasure. An indescribably complex feeling imprisoned the Archbishop.

Lust, a desire that cannot be explained otherwise.

This boiling lust is the archbishop's

The firm faith was shaken up by the pillars.

And that moment.

See eh eh eh-

All the colors of the Archbishop's body began to come out.

The archbishop's complexion turned white, but that was only for a moment.

Before long, my whole body is as tight as a mummy

The dried up archbishop collapsed to the floor helplessly.

person person person person person

The archbishop, who had turned to white powder, soon left only white marks on the floor.

It was the 108th and last mark left on the floor of this monastery.

yet.

[The answer is me. gold. barrel.]

A loud voice echoed in the hallway.

The person who walked through the darkness and appeared in the prayer room was a slender beauty.

Brown skin, red hair, black wings, and two horns sprouting from his forehead.

At the tip of the slightly drooping corner of the eye hangs a fruit called boredom, languor, or tear point.

She showed her pink, plump lips together and gave a wink at the end of the archbishop.

[Our Archbishop, what were you thinking? Hohoho, disgusted~]

When she had finished speaking, she slowly sat down in the place where the archbishop had been sitting and praying.

As she sat down, the holy water that had been gushing like a spring seemed to be boiling, and then

The dry floor was exposed, and all the burning candles were extinguished.

[Whew. I thought I had sucked in a lot of color. It's still hard.]

Wounds from the Dragon Horse War in the past.

I still remember the glory of the day when I knelt down on my knees laughing in the fury of the white dragon.

[Sheesh. It was good back then. Leviathan that jealous idiot

Even if I didn't betray this.]

It's a collaboration between a dragon and a demon, and just thinking about that day is ridiculous and unpleasant.

Since that day, I have sucked and sucked the colors of hypocrites who are proud of being moral and strong in their own way.

It is called Ilmodowon (日暮途遠), so there is still a long way to go to regain the strength of its heyday.

right then

[Are you Esther?]