Seeing the three approaching, Rabel bit her tongue hard. The pain and blood instantly cleared her mind.
She struggled to her feet, looking distressed: "Sorry, I... seem to be losing control of myself."
She finished with difficulty, then forced her weakened body to look at Karl: "I'll go outside and stop them. You take the Bishop and leave."
"There must be a way. Don't go out." Chris, of course, knew Rabel wanted to go out simply because she didn't want to turn into a monster here.
However, when she lowered her head and saw her mother, Victoria, her heart sank.
Victoria's face was already as pale as paper.
Her body was also trembling slightly, clearly indicating that her condition was already extremely poor and she could no longer hold on.
Chris instinctively turned to Karl: "Karl, what should we do?"
Karl narrowed his eyes: "It seems the enemy's ability is to first put people around them in a constant state of excitement through some kind of infection, and then a second infection turns them into monsters controlled by him."
"Enemy?" Chris didn't know Merlin was hiding outside, and she couldn't care less: "Mom isn't doing well. You must have a solution, right!"
She thought of her mother turning into one of those monsters outside, and she felt terrible.
"Hasn't there always been a way?" Karl extended his hand.
The next second, Time Stop.
Chris was stunned, looking at Karl with a puzzled expression.
"Haven't you noticed that neither you nor I have been affected?" It was not difficult for Karl to purify; his dragon artifact could purify the formless daughter.
These skills derived from the formless daughter were naturally within the scope of purification.
Chris had panicked just now.
Now that Time Stop was active, she finally calmed down, her intelligence gradually returning. She looked at Karl's eyes, knowing what he wanted to express.
"You... how is this possible?!"
She suspected Karl wanted to find an excuse to do something to her mother.
"I have no reason to deceive you." Karl looked at Victoria's mature and beautiful face. He needed the power of this mature woman to help him defeat the monsters outside.
Only then could he purify "the formless daughter."
Chris's expression changed, and she even knew why Karl was asking for her opinion: it was so she could help explain to her mother afterward.
"No, absolutely not!"
Chris could not accept Karl and her mother, and then having to clean up the mess afterward.
"You don't want your mother to turn into one of those monsters outside, do you?" Karl curled his lips.
Chapter 63 Special Treatment
Chris's face was grim, clutching her mother tightly, her gaze falling on her mother's abdomen and below. Even now, in the Time Stop space, liquid was still continuously oozing out.
The pure white bishop's robe was soaked in a large area.
At this rate of discharge, it wouldn't be long before her mother entered a state of dehydration.
Rabel's situation next to them was also not optimistic; a large area under her armor was wet, and the amount of discharge was no less than her mother's.
Karl's expression was subtle: "If this continues, even without the monsters outside coming in, your mother might be in life-threatening danger from excessive fluid loss."
Merlin's ability was most likely a type of viral infection.
It wasn't very useful on the front battlefield, but combined with his brother's invisibility, it could create a silver party scene behind enemy lines.
Chris gritted her teeth; there was still an unmanageable monster outside.
Karl had already unbuttoned his clothes, looking at Chris with interest.
"As long as the dragon fluid can enter Mother's body, it will work, right?" Chris gritted her teeth, her face ashen.
"I think so." When Karl purified the symbiote in the past, after trembling, the purification value would increase significantly.
"Hoo..." Chris let out a long breath, the struggle on her face receding, replaced by determination. She stared at Karl: "I'll do it. You stay still."
Karl was puzzled, watching Chris kneel before him. Due to the height difference,
Chris still had to lean forward after kneeling for the position to be just right.
She placed both hands on Karl's lower back, her throat moving.
"Not bad, oh." Karl felt a series of muddy squeezing sensations and had to admit that this Saintess had improved greatly in skill after spending these days with him.
Chris's face was mortified, but her eyes were resolute, swallowing hard, her gaze urging him to hurry.
Looking at her sacred face, he could vaguely hear the rustling movements of the monsters outside, knowing that now was not the time to play around.
He wrapped his hands around Chris's head, closed his eyes, and increased the pressure.
After several thrusts, Karl felt a strong squeezing sensation, as if breaking through some constraint.
Chris struggled continuously under his hands.
"Hoo..." Karl shivered all over.
He was still savoring the afterglow when Chris, taking advantage of his body relaxing, suddenly pushed him away with both hands.
"Cough, cough." Chris coughed violently, some fluid spraying from her nose. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Karl with eyes that could kill.
Karl shrugged awkwardly: "I really didn't mean to."
After all, his physical strength was at the seventh rank. Usually, when Chris bit him, it was always reluctantly. This time, she was not only active but also in a hurry.
This different experience made him lose control of his strength for a moment.
He must have accidentally hit her throat just now.
Fortunately, Chris was not an ordinary person, and her jaw was not dislocated.
Chris ignored him, enduring the discomfort, quickly used her slender fingers to scoop out the medicine, held it in her mouth, and then leaned over her mother.
Ignoring Karl behind her, she quickly unbuttoned her mother's bishop's robe, revealing her mature and graceful body.
She quickly lowered her head and fed the medicine by mouth.
This was the compromise Chris came up with; at least it was better than Karl doing it to her mother in front of her.
Karl looked at the two mother and daughter, and his heart rippled.
When they leaned together, he was surprised to realize that their appearances were indeed seventy percent similar.
He hadn't noticed it on normal days because their temperaments were worlds apart.
Victoria, whether in her smile or her movements, exuded a ripe charm, a unique allure bestowed upon her by time, like a ripe peach smeared with intoxicating red wine.
So soft that it seemed juice would ooze out if one were to grasp it.
Chris's appearance was almost perfect, and her noble and pure Saintess temperament inspired a desire to worship, never a thought of desecration.
It was because of their completely different temperaments that the mother and daughter, despite being very similar, were not consciously thought of as mother and daughter.
Karl watched her carefully apply the medicine to her mother's mouth.
The visual impact was quite strong.
"Can't hold back."
Karl embraced Chris's slender waist from behind.
"!?" Chris's body trembled slightly. She didn't look up, concentrating on feeding her mother the medicine.
Karl felt an unexpected wetness; she had also reacted when she was biting earlier.
It seemed that although the Saintess still harbored malice towards him, her body was gradually getting used to him.
After Chris finished feeding the medicine by mouth, she carefully used her fingers to push some of the overflowing medicine mixed with her saliva back in.
Indeed, the fluid discharge visibly decreased, then stopped.
Victoria's cheeks, though still pale, had clearly stabilized.
Chris's body relaxed, and only then did she feel the repeated impacts from behind. Her body went limp, almost falling onto her mother.
Karl supported her slender waist from behind, preventing the angle from becoming too awkward. He quite liked Chris's body; he had used various methods of play, but the tightness was almost no different from when he first used it.
He wondered if it was because of the Saintess's strong regenerative abilities.
Chris turned her head, seeing that he had no intention of stopping, anger flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by exhaustion. She glared at Karl: "You... stop it! There's still Rabel."
"Hmm, alright, I'm almost done too." Karl felt he was close. After withdrawing, he turned and walked towards Rabel, who was lying on the other side.
He was about to inject directly when.
"Wait, I'll do it." Chris still couldn't bear to see her friend being messed with. She walked over and skillfully unbuckled Rabel's armor.
She used two fingers to carefully pry open the wound: "Hurry up."
Karl shrugged indifferently. The first priority now was to purify the symbiote outside. These minor details didn't concern him.
He aimed the dragon artifact at the wound.
Then he sprayed the white liquid onto it.
Chris's two fingers could only pry open the wound to a limited extent; after all, she didn't dare to use too much force, fearing muscle tearing.
This resulted in most of the liquid smearing on the outside.
Chris's face was serious as she used her fingers to meticulously push the liquid little by little into her friend's wound.
The effect was obvious; in just a moment, Rabel also stopped oozing fluid.
"Hoo..."
Chris let out a long breath, tidying her mother's and friend's clothes, then looked at Karl again, her expression complex.
His medicine actually worked, and what was contained within it was intriguing.
Chris knew Karl's true form was a black dragon, who loved treasures, was tyrannical, and didn't discriminate against any creature, never letting go of any female creature.
Aside from the last point, Karl didn't resemble a black dragon at all.
"Prepare for battle." Karl heard the rustling sounds outside gradually approaching and quickly lifted "Time Stop," and the surrounding world began to operate again.
"Chris, you and Mr. Karl must leave San Marino City immediately and go to the Church..." Victoria's words stopped abruptly mid-sentence.
The intense desire that had been Entangled around her body suddenly disappeared.
It was replaced by a muddy sensation.
She lightly rubbed her feet together.
Without any hesitation, she reached her hand into the waist of her bishop's robe. When she pulled it out, she saw the stringy discharge on her slender fingertips.
She was a mature woman, of course she knew what this was.
Chapter 64 Truth
Victoria gazed at the stringy white liquid on her fingertips, her beautiful face as calm as water, showing no expression.
Karl narrowed his eyes, looking at the mature woman's fingertips, all stained with his gift. As expected of a mature woman, there was no hint of a maiden's shyness.
"I... I seem to be alright." Rabel's voice beside them was disbelieving.
"Mom." Chris looked at her mother, who was staring blankly at the liquid she had just put in. Her face was grim, and she lowered her voice: "I'll explain to you later."
Victoria was startled. Knowing it concerned her daughter, she lowered her hand and gave her a reassuring smile full of maternal love: "Okay."
Suddenly, a thunderous roar, as if the sky and earth were collapsing.
Dust flew outside the church. An eight-meter-tall Female Giant monster, formed by countless humans stacked together, each human twisting on her body, emitting an indescribable moan, their faces showing a strange satisfaction.
They stacked one by one, writhing, intertwining, forming the monster's body, even with a huge chest.
"What... what kind of monster is this?!" Rabel's eyes widened in terror, the long sword in her hand not giving her a sense of security.
This thing in front of her was beyond her comprehension.
Victoria also stared intently at this sudden monster, her expression grave. She turned to her daughter: "Do you have any intelligence on this thing?"
"It's the captain of the Aisha Brotherhood." Karl's expression was subtle, looking at the eight-meter-tall Female Giant in front of him, secretly marveling...
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