Chapter 409 Special Mission Eight (One more chapter)

It is obvious that a wedding ceremony is being held on the top of this holy mountain, although this wedding is even more sinister than a funeral.

There were a large group of strange-looking creatures all around, and the sounds coming out of their mouths were uglier than the funeral music. Their voices were hoarse, as if rusty patches were piled up together and rubbed against each other hard. Their limbs were twisting at will, which was like a dance of demons. Even the shaman dance for human sacrifice was not so eerie and twisted.

There was no festive atmosphere at all at the entire wedding scene.

If one had to say that this was a wedding, then Ron seriously suspected that this might be a ghost marriage.

And Ron finally saw clearly the two people on the altar who were preparing for the wedding...

The man was tall and extremely obese. Standing on the altar, he looked like a huge bucket, especially his belly, which was round and full. His big belly hung down like a gourd and swayed from side to side as his body moved.

He seemed to be very energetic, with gray-black fur all over his body, like a regressive short-haired baboon.

His face was as broad as a pot lid, and there was almost no hair on his bald head. Strange lines could be seen everywhere from his face to the top of his head, making his skin look like it was pieced together in pieces.

This person is the Holy Father.

Ron didn't know the name of this Saint Father, nor did he feel any powerful strength from him, but at least there was one thing that Ron truly experienced, that is, this guy's existence was so different from others.

The hairy right arm was wrapped around the arm of a young girl.

It was a petite elf.

Judging from her appearance alone, she looks no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, a little older than Selma and Lucia.

However, her long pointed ears were enough to prove her identity as an elf. Elves have a much longer lifespan than humans, so her age cannot be judged based on appearance alone.

She has long emerald green hair that falls to her heels, like a green waterfall, crisp and bright.

Her figure wasn't particularly hot, but compared to Carol, who was much older than her, this little girl was proud of her figure.

She seemed to have just been through a battle before this. Her light green dress was torn to pieces, and her skin as delicate as snow could be seen through some of the cracks. Although she looked a little disheveled, judging from the style and fabric of the dress, it should be quite expensive. This girl should have a high status among the elves.

She seemed to be injured and her face was unusually pale.

He seemed to be afraid and confused about his future, and a hint of panic could not help but appear in his light green eyes.

Right in the middle of the altar is a stone statue, about two meters high and five meters long. It is carved entirely from white jade and is round and plump, like a giant worm. Through some gaps, one can see the abdomen of the giant worm, which is covered with densely packed tiny gastropods. It is obviously just stone, but each one seems to be wriggling non-stop, which is creepy at first glance.

This thing is what the Holy Father calls God the Father.

I have to say, just the appearance alone makes it look like an evil god.

Ron was not very clear about the origin of this evil god, but next to the evil god statue, there was a huge bed. What was rare was that there were some beddings on the bed. It seemed that after worshiping the Father God, they planned to have their wedding night in public, in front of everyone, and then try to reproduce the evil god's bloodline.

As for things like propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame, they have no value at all for these things that even people eat.

Mirabelle's body was trembling slightly.

She is very smart.

She is the youngest elf queen in all these years. She was able to practice in secret under the surveillance of the high priest, hiding from the eyes and ears, and finally found a way to break free from the restrictions and escape. Whether in terms of character or courage, Mirabelle can be said to be the best choice.

But even such a shrewd elf couldn't help trembling at this time, and the fear in his heart swept over him like waves.

She is extremely gifted, and it is no exaggeration to say that she is favored by heaven.

For so many years, Mirabelle could only practice quietly in secret, but her strength was getting stronger day by day. If this elf were really allowed to practice freely, it was unknown how strong she would become.

In Ron's memory, there were more than ten heroines in the entire game, and Mirabelle's talent was probably the most outstanding among them.

But no matter what, Mirabelle is just a little girl after all.

When he was escaping from the Elf Forest before, he was ambushed by the assassination group under the command of the high priest. Although he temporarily forced the enemy to retreat, he was also seriously injured.

She had wanted to hide in this small town for a while, but unexpectedly she was caught soon. She wanted to escape, but there were strange monsters everywhere and there was no way to escape. The ugly Saint was beside her. Mirabelle couldn't even tell how strong this guy was. Just by having her arm grabbed, all the magic power in her body was almost completely suppressed.

Is it really necessary to marry this damned Holy Father? To become the mother of some Holy Son?

Looking at the ugly and weird statue in front of her, Mirabelle would rather stay on the throne of queen and wait for death than give birth to a child for this thing.

Compared to Mirabelle's fear and despair, the Holy Father next to her was full of joy. A crack appeared on his ugly face, revealing a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Since becoming the Holy Father, he abducted all the women in the town and made them his brides. He even arranged for some children to go outside the city and lure some travelers into the city, and all the women among them became his brides.

If I calculate it, it’s not 5,000, but I estimate it to be at least 4,800.

For so many days, he did almost nothing else but sow seeds day and night.

Fortunately, with the gift of God the Father, he seemed to have endless energy and an extremely strong sexual desire. Now, let alone women, even if he just saw a female, even just a sow, he would feel a strong impulse in his chest, not to mention a young and beautiful woman like Mirabelle.

All the brides before her who were worth four or five thousand yuan combined were not as beautiful as Mirabelle.

Moreover, the four or five thousand brides previously were completely unable to produce a bride that would satisfy Father God. He couldn't help but tremble in his heart, fearing that Father God would be furious.

A big reason for this is that the quality of the mother is not good enough to withstand the power of God the Father.

But Mirabelle was different. Although this elf was injured and her strength was not as strong as his, she was already quite powerful. Most importantly, she was a royal family of the elves and had extremely noble blood.

If he were to have intercourse with Mirabelle, the Holy Son born would certainly meet the requirements of God the Father.

The Holy Father can't wait.

On the other side, Elsa quietly emerged from Ron's body and sat on his shoulder. A familiar, crisp, and even slightly lazy voice came out of Elsa's mouth: [Beep, system prompt, congratulations to the host for starting Special Mission 8, Conquer the Elf Queen Mirabelle, Mission Reward: Elf Heart! ]

Elsa seemed a little tired, and her black and white pupils showed deep sleepiness: [Beep, system friendly reminder, Mirabelle is extremely loyal to marriage. Once the wedding is completed, there will be no more chances to capture her. Please make a decision in time! ]

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