As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

......

......

Roy doesn't regret the decision.

As their loved ones, you should give them a wonderful and unforgettable first time instead of trying to please them in a wronged way.

However, having a clear conscience is one thing, but the body’s protest is another!

The three girls were sleeping soundly, but Roy himself suddenly opened his eyes wide and his expression became more serious than ever.

He was careless!

With such a soft and beautiful woman in front of him, there was no need for flirting at all. Time would accumulate passion and make little Roy excited!

Even if I tried to force myself to fall asleep, I couldn't.

Roy had never hated the ability of [Insomnia] as much as he did now.

You just promised to give them a perfect first time, and now you're hitting them while they're sleeping?! You just said nice things, you can't break your promise that very night, right?!

No, I have to pretend to be cool even if I have to kneel down!

A real man should do what he says!

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

Until the sun rose, Roy, with bloodshot eyes and a look of despair, watched the new day unfold.

Although the initially agreed apology and compensation were temporarily postponed, the unforeseen torture tonight as a punishment for the scumbag was already painful enough and impeccable.

Chapter 161 The Real Clown

The night is not peaceful tonight.

The undercurrent was surging, the waves were endless, and the deep dark clouds stretched endlessly, even hiding the moonlight.

On the deck, the clergy worked alongside the sailors to treat the wounded, steer the ship, and struggle against the surging waves.

The Black Sea between the East and West continents has always been unpredictable, sometimes clear and sunny, sometimes stormy, just like a woman's mood, which is difficult to guess. It has become the biggest problem for sea transportation between the two continents.

At the front of the deck, the Archbishop of Cherubim, a high-level transcendent, stood firm in the wind and waves, stabilizing the morale of the troops.

However, Simon was far from being as calm as he appeared.

The waves could not shake his body, but they shook his heart.

When they went there, they sought the Holy Maiden of Destiny, and their journey was smooth, with masculine energy shining everywhere and a clear sky.

But the final result is as turbulent and dark as it is now. No matter how they forge ahead, they end up in a miserable end.

Without the Holy Maiden of Destiny, where will the future of this world go?

The fate of mankind is like the warship at this moment. It has never been about greed. It is a lone boat sailing through the Black Sea storm with an uncertain future. It is like a lone walker on thin ice. If you take a wrong step, you will be lost in the deep sea and fall into the abyss.

Simon has always believed that only the Pope, who is committed to saving mankind, is the only navigator who can cross the dark sea, the pioneer who can step across the abyss, and the only savior of mankind.

But now...

Without the Holy Maiden of Destiny, the so-called salvation becomes vague.

And Simon was even more reluctant to acknowledge the possibility revealed by the black-haired boy at that time.

The world's crisis is a personal threat.

But if even the Pope who leads humanity forward is a lie, then where exactly should they go...

"Haha, it seems like you've almost woken up from that fat pig's lies, right?"

The inexplicable sneer in the void made Simon stunned.

Before he could lock onto the other party, the sea, which was already turbulent enough, completely boiled.

Stronger than thunder and gale, like a tsunami condensed from the entire land—

It was a terrifying tentacle that was several times larger than a warship, extremely huge, and covered with countless suction cups and mouthparts!

The heavy blow fell and the sea trembled.

The warship, made of iron armor and blessed by holy light, let out a wail in an instant, and was split in two by the huge tentacles, accompanied by pale lightning in the sky.

Countless crew members poured into the ** like raindrops.

And under the deep sea, a fish-headed monster holding a steel fork, muttering creepy nonsense, rushed towards the survivors who were still on the broken ship.

Countless huge tentacles rose into the air, with dense mouthparts and suction cups laughing wildly in a language that humans could not understand, interweaving a hellish scene.

In the darkness where even lightning could not penetrate, countless strange demonic eyes dimly lit up.

A single tentacle is bigger than a warship, which is enough to show how terrifying it is.

But what really made Simon tremble was a figure.

Like a swing, a figure in a black robe is sitting on a tentacle.

The mess of paint distorted his face, making it look indescribably funny.

His appearance was nothing, but what was scary was his aura.

Simon didn't even notice his existence before the other party spoke!

Simon didn't remember that there was such a strange high-level strongman among humans, demons, and cultists!

The Archbishop stepped onto the bow of the ship.

The rich holy light dispelled the darkness and turned into a barrier, like an invisible flame, which frightened the huge tentacles that were dancing wildly and made them retreat a little.

But the funny figure turned a blind eye to it, as if he was admiring a mediocre trick.

Simon said gravely, "I don't know who you are, but since you attacked the Church of Holy Light, I'm sure you're prepared to accept judgment, right?"

Along with the words appeared the sacred scripture in his hand and the deep blue wings of light behind him.

The previous battle with Theresa was too hasty, but this time, Simon gave it his all from the start and did not dare to be careless at all.

But the figure above the tentacles just sneered: "The [Cherubim] who masters the magic of light, the youngest high-ranking priest in history, Simon Uriel."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself."

"You can call me a clown. But considering that you lost to a brat, failed to get the Holy Maiden of Destiny, and completely messed up everything the Pope arranged for you..."

The clown pointed at Simon, bursting into laughter, with an exaggerated sneer on his face: "My friend, you are the real clown!"

"A low-level provocation!"

Simon waved the scripture, and the endless shackles of holy light along with the magic circle blocked the clown's retreat.

The shackles came out at once, like a python baring its fangs.

The clown didn't move.

Instead, a dark shadow from the deep sea came ferociously.

The violent tentacles stirred up huge waves, easily tearing countless chains into pieces, and attacked the ships from all directions with astonishing power like a tidal wave.

The chains of light are merely cages to bind the enemy, but a single hit from the tentacles of the deep-sea monster is enough to crush all the survivors on board.

Simon's expression darkened slightly, and he was about to flip through the scriptures again.

But before that, the sword light had already arrived.

The sky and the earth darkened, the lightning shattered, and the whole world seemed to fall into a vacuum, it was terrifyingly quiet.

Then, a thick pool of blood poured down.

The world is no longer quiet.

Immediately afterwards, the circular sea surface with the warship as the center was completely cut off by this sword, like an invisible barrier.

The terrifying sword force tore up the waves, exposing the dry seabed. And those gigantic tentacles that obscured the sky and the sun were all severed, falling to the ground with a roar of blood and seawater.

It was not until this time that the giant beast under the deep sea revealed its true form.

Countless mouthparts, tentacles, eyeballs, and even bodies, like a mixture of thousands of deformed sea beasts, an indescribable mountain of deep-sea flesh.

That is the evil god believed by the Abyss Lurker, the projection of the Lord of the Abyss here.

But when it faced the gray-haired old man who broke through the waves, raised his sword, and walked through the blood rain and waves as if it were flat ground, it actually felt a trace of human fear, and roared and disappeared into the deep sea farther away.

The survivors cheered for the sword and rallied their forces.

"this......."

Even Simon was secretly surprised.

Even he might not be able to take that sword strike just now.

A casual sword strike is enough to rival the full strength of Sequence 4?

He never doubted the strength of the Sword Master. In fact, it was because he knew that this was the most outstanding of the Six Heroes that he chose to travel with him.

Even so, Simon was still extremely shocked to witness with his own eyes the sword breaking the thunder and splitting the sea, and even causing the projection of the evil god here to be afraid to move forward.

[Sword Master] Leo was about to draw his sword again, but his gray eyes turned cold and focused behind him.

But facing the projection of the evil god, even the [Sword Saint] cannot be careless.

The sea monster roared, and its violent tentacles attacked again like an overwhelming force, forcing Leo to raise his sword to fight back.

At the same time, Simon realized the seriousness of the problem. He flapped his wings, dragged out a flash of light, and quickly returned to defense.

Chapter 162: Whose first time was it?

The dark shadow has already stepped into the deepest part of the warship wreckage.

Sensing the intruders, the layers of holy light forbid the release of terrifying power.

Barriers are the specialty of the Cherubim.

To protect such dangerous items, Simon couldn't help but take precautions in advance.

Even a veteran high-level warrior like the Sword Saint would have to use at least a full-strength attack to break his barrier.

But he never expected that the clown would reach out and plunge into the complicated holy light prohibition as easily as taking something out of a bag.

The invisible chaos spread, polluting the holy light, swallowing up the magic circle, and finally, taking in the dark skull sealed in the light barrier.

"Don't think about it!"

Simon's heart tightened and his eyes became fierce.

In a flash, all kinds of blessing spells appeared on his body at an astonishing speed. He raised his hand and condensed a spear of holy light, which turned into a straight meteor.

What responded to him was an extremely funny and mocking sneer.

"Thank you for keeping this for me."

"However, it's time to return this toy to its original owner."

Beneath the hood, Chaos' left eye surged with endless darkness.

The terrifying coldness, as if falling into an ice cellar, made the frightened and angry Simon feel a little scared for a moment.

This premonition is not an exaggeration.

Because the indescribable chaotic darkness, like ink staining the picture, swallowed up the holy light he released and destroyed it completely.

The spear of light that was powerful enough to shatter the mountains also succumbed to this strange force. It bloomed briefly like a firework, but was unable to create any waves and disappeared into nothingness.

“How is it possible…?!”

The power of holy light is the most comprehensive and domineering power, enough to restrain any evil.

Even if it is a regular supernatural power, those golden-level bloodlines in the Western Continent may be slightly better than the Holy Light in some aspects, but they are inferior in comprehensive aspects, and it is even more impossible to suppress it!

Especially since this person has an evil aura and is traveling with the projection of the Lord of the Abyss, he looks like a member of a cult no matter how you look at him!

This incredible scene shook Simon's common sense.

What was even more shocking was that the Holy Light believers present turned pale as paper. They could not believe that the majesty of the goddess they relied on was wiped out by their opponents in the midst of laughter and chatter.

"Everything is possible!"

"Holy light or something like that is essentially just a form of power. It's powerful, but not uncontrollable... Oh, look at you guys. Mom's power isn't working anymore. Are you going to cry?"