The originally leading, voluptuous woman swayed over with her full breasts and curvy hips, wrapping her arms around Zhao Fu as she said flirtatiously, "Your Majesty! Now that you've turned us into this, you'll have to take proper responsibility for us from now on! Please enjoy us to your heart's content."
Zhao Fu looked at their transformation in surprise. Once these Holy See saintesses had fallen, they were even more wicked than ordinary people who had fallen.
The leading saintess currently serving beneath him had, just moments ago, possessed the firmest faith and resisted the hardest. She would rather have died than fall, yet now she had become the most wanton one.
Perhaps that was how the world worked. Once the kindest people turned dark, they became all the more terrifying—more frenzied, perverse, and twisted, capable of anything. Often, the most terrifying villains had once been kind people.
"Your Majesty! I want some too."
The group of saintesses giggled sweetly as they surrounded Zhao Fu, and soon afterward, a bout of indescribable sounds arose.
"Bastard!"
With a flushed face, Alasna pinched Zhao Fu and scolded him bashfully. Since she was right beside Zhao Fu, she had naturally been dragged into that indescribable affair as well.
Zhao Fu chuckled. "Didn't you want it too? Can't you speak to me a little more politely?"
Alasna's face turned crimson as she turned her head away.
Afterward, everyone arrived at the conversion site. This was also the Dark Temple's most important location, second only to the temple core. It was because it could create Fallen Angels in great numbers, and those twenty-four spears were all inheritance weapons of the twenty-four divine envoys.
Zhao Fu first had a soldier remove his upper garments and stand atop a platform. Alasna and the twenty-four saintesses all flew