How to survive in a soul-based game with full female mods

She is a blonde woman with blue eyes.

080. Battle Sister

Sunlight streamed in through the intricate golden glass, painting every spot in the room touched by the brilliant sunlight the same color.

This is the sacred color of the gods.

In this room painted in sacred golden color, a blonde and blue-eyed woman as bright as the sun is standing at the highest point with a faint smile, looking down at the steps below.

At the end of that gaze was a woman with the same blonde hair and blue eyes. The two looked at each other and smiled sweetly, then returned to their original expressions.

The two have exactly the same hair and eye color.

However, their appearances are not exactly the same.

The woman standing at the top of the stairs, looking down, had thick blond hair that seemed to envelop her body in a golden wave. The woman looking up, on the other hand, had shoulder-length hair that fell to her collarbone.

The woman standing at the top of the stairs, looking down, has an expression filled with maternal tenderness and kindness, like a loving mother. The woman looking up, on the other hand, has an expression that is well-behaved but also has a hint of playfulness.

The only thing they have in common is their hair and eye color.

"I wonder why you summoned me, Your Holiness?"

The woman standing at the top of the stairs is the Pope of the Holy Kingdom, and the woman below is the Inquisitor of the Holy Kingdom.

At this moment, the Inquisitor had his usual bright smile on his face as he looked towards the top of the stairs.

"Our Inquisitor... the time of purification has arrived."

"Oh? Has it been so long? I just received intelligence from them not long ago, saying that they seem to have found traces of the demon, but they need to investigate further."

The Inquisitor's eyes widened. Judging from her expression, she seemed genuinely surprised.

The Pope nodded slowly in affirmation.

The “time for purification” has arrived.

This meant that the Holy Kingdom Church had discovered traces of the devil. Therefore, everyone in the Holy Kingdom would, no matter what method or sacrifice, use whatever means and at whatever cost to eliminate any existence related to the devil.

This is what is called the opening of the holy war.

"Okay, then, I wonder how many Sisters of Battle I can mobilize?"

"As much or as little as you wish, Inquisitor."

"Then I'll take them all? That's okay, right?"

"Yes, that's okay."

After receiving the Pope's approval, the Inquisitor chuckled with satisfaction, bowed his head slightly to show respect, and then picked up the weapon beside him.

It was a mace that was bigger than her head, with ferocious spikes sticking out of the mace, which made people feel cruel just by looking at it.

The Inquisitor picked up the mace, which was twice as big as his head, as easily as picking up a branch and carried it on his shoulder.

"Our Inquisitor, there's one more thing I need to remind you of."

"What? Anything else?"

The woman, carrying a mace on her right shoulder, stopped as she was about to retreat.

"The man who spoke at that time will also receive enlightenment during this expedition."

"Wow! Really?!"

Under the brilliant golden sunlight, the Inquisitor's emerald green eyes sparkled. Her expression was like that of a child who had discovered their favorite toy, filled with curiosity.

"Yes."

As if in response to her, a smile appeared in the other pair of green eyes.

"Where can I find him? Is it the village I will be heading to later?"

"I don't know. But."

The Pope folded his hands over his chest.

"God will give you guidance."

......

Soon after.

A small village on the edge of an empire,

The people living in this village have long lived a peaceful life in their own way.

Even if monsters occasionally invade, they are simply repelled by the residents' united efforts. Even if outsiders occasionally visit, they simply provide food and lodging and then leave immediately.

As long as they pay taxes to the empire on time, they can maintain their ordinary and peaceful daily lives.

Village residents believe that this daily life will continue.

Until the countless monsters suddenly attacked.

"Ahhh! Help me!"

"Run!"

The originally peaceful village suddenly became chaotic.

Someone lit the first spark, and fires erupted everywhere in the village. Amidst the chaos, the screams of humans being devoured alive by monsters could be heard from time to time. A bloody smell filled the air.

As one of the ordinary residents who once lived a carefree and leisurely life in this village, James also fell into a situation where he had no time to care about his property and had to run for his life.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

James ran and ran.

Even when he heard people around him pleading for help, even when they cried out in grief at the disaster that had befallen their village, he ignored them and simply ran to protect himself.

It’s difficult to even save my own life now, so I don’t have time to care about others.

The entire village was engulfed in flames, and man-eating monsters were everywhere. While escaping, James spotted a monster on the street ahead, devouring a human. Terrified, he quickly looked around and ran into a nearby alley.

But before he could scream, his body froze.

In an alley, a man, his limbs still twitching, was being devoured by a wolf-like monster. His life seemed to be continuing, but it was all in vain.

Besides that man, there were perhaps several other victims in this dark corner, where the sun never shone. The bloody alley was filled with blood and the remains of countless people.

After James realized this, he was glad that he didn't scream. Thanks to this, the monster had no time to notice his presence.

He endured the disgusting blood and was ready to turn around and slip away quietly.

James slowly retreated, begging the monster not to raise its head. His legs were shaking and trembling, and his movements were extremely slow.

A little further, a few more steps—

——Crack.

It was not until he passed over a charred finger whose owner was unknown and crushed the burnt wooden board at his feet that he realized something was wrong. He froze in place, not daring to move.

At some point, the monster that had been devouring the lifeless man's entrails raised its head. A gurgling sound came from its mouth.

With a thud, James' legs suddenly lost strength and he fell to the ground with weak legs and feet. The blood on the ground stuck to his palms and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

It's obvious that I only need to take a few more steps forward, and if I walk a little further I can escape from here.

Perhaps it thought fresh humans were tastier than corpses, or perhaps it was simply hunting for living humans, the monster slowly walked towards James, stepping over the corpses.

James struggled to move backwards, but his legs were weak, and because of fear, he couldn't even move his arms, so he couldn't get any further.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The monster pounced directly at the human who was making strange screams.

James squeezed his eyes shut as he saw the monster leaping towards him with its mouth wide open.

Boom-!

"...?"

Boom? This is a sound that shouldn't be here.

James quietly opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was blocked by a huge object. He was even more confused, and in a state of stunnedness, he looked around, and his sight shifted a little.

It was not until then that he discovered the true identity of the huge object blocking his way.

It's a shield.

The shield is large enough to cover the body of an adult male.

Then, someone pushed James aside and walked out. She held a mace in one hand and a shield larger than her body in the other. She had waist-length blonde hair and emerald green eyes.

The divine power in his whole body and clothing seemed to be abundant.

But her attire exposed more skin than it covered. Garters were worn around her thighs, and the intimate area between her legs was covered by a wide sheet of cloth that stretched just below the ground.

The cloth covering her private parts was inscribed with strange characters, embroidered with gold thread. It was a language never before seen.

The high-slit dress reveals her slender waist and plump thighs. The upper body covers her chest with only two triangular pieces of cloth hanging from the shoulders, revealing her smooth armpits and side breasts.

If I wear that, I feel like if a gust of wind blows or if my body moves vigorously, my breasts will be exposed intact.

Even so revealing, the sacred clothing still made people clearly feel the power of divine blessing. James had heard of women wearing such clothes before.

A battle sister of the Holy Kingdom of Raphael.

And she is a combat nun directly under the Inquisitor.

James, who had just been on the brink of death, lowered his head involuntarily when he saw the nuns, because the clothes before him were filled with divine power.

Of course, there is also a reason why the Inquisitors and their direct subordinates, the Sisters of Battle, are notorious.

Without even glancing at James, the Battle Sister struck her shield with her mace, provoking the monster. The monster roared! It let out a blood-soaked scream and lunged at the Sister viciously.

--Snapped!

It would be embarrassing to even call this a battle; in such a short time, death was unilaterally declared.

The monster seemed to want to eat every living thing in front of it, but the moment it pounced, its mouth couldn't even touch the nun's neck and it died.

The head was smashed like a watermelon by the mace.

The Sister of Battle calmly smashed the monster's head, then raised her arm expressionlessly and struck it twice. The corpse quickly turned into a messy mess of flesh.

After completing the task, blood gushed from the mace.

James' pants became soaked after witnessing all this.

Hehe. Meanwhile, the Battle Sister, having chuckled twice and neatly completed the kill confirmation, straightened her back and turned around. Her green eyes fixed on James, who lay on the ground.

As soon as he saw that sight, James immediately paid attention and became cautious.

"Thank you for your help? Ah?"

In response to his thanks, the Battle Sister simply hung the mace around her waist with an expressionless face. Before James could finish expressing his thanks, she grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him out of the alley.

No mercy, just like treating wild animals.

But James had no idea of ​​resisting and didn't dare to say a word. Instead, he gave control of his body to the hand that was holding his neck and let her drag him away roughly.

Resist? Complain? Would he dare?

Just look at the monster's flesh and blood in the distance, which has been rotted into a shapeless mass, and you will know what the consequences of resistance will be.

In this state, after being dragged for an unknown distance, James was thrown to the ground and let out an unpleasant scream. He spit out dust and looked around.

In the midday sun, the sun hung high above everyone's heads, leaving no shadows visible.

At this moment, there were familiar faces all around, all of them were villagers who survived the chaos.

They all wore bewildered expressions, completely unsure of why they had gathered here or what they were supposed to be doing. This feeling of helplessness was clearly evident on everyone's faces.

"Is he the last one?"