It is clear that a marriage ceremony is taking place at the top of this sacred mountain, even though it is more hellish than a funeral.

The crowd of strangely shaped things around, the sound in the mouth, was even worse than the mourning at the funeral, the voice was hoarse, as if the rusty patches were piled together, rubbing hard, and the writhing limbs could be called a group of demons dancing, even the dancing gods of the living sacrifice were not so gloomy and twisted.

The whole wedding scene didn't feel the slightest festive atmosphere at all.

If he had to say that it was a wedding, then Ron seriously suspected that it might be a secret wedding.

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

The man, tall and bloated to the extreme, stood on the altar like a huge bucket, especially the position of the belly was round and full, and the big belly hung down like a gourd, swaying from side to side with the movement of his body.

He seemed to be very energetic, covered in gray-black fluff, like an atavistic short-haired baboon.

The face plate is as wide as a pot lid, and there are hardly a few hairs visible on the bare top of the head, and strange lines can be seen everywhere from the skin to the top of the head, making the person's skin look like it is patched together.

This man is the Father.

Ron didn't know the name of this Holy Father, and he didn't feel too powerful from this Holy Father, but at least there was one thing that Ron really experienced, and that was that this guy's existence was so different.

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

It was a petite elf.

Judging from his appearance alone, he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, a little older than Selma and Lucia.

However, the long pointed ears are enough to prove her elven identity, the elves have a much longer lifespan than humans, and her age cannot be judged by her appearance alone.

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

The figure is not very hot, but compared to Carol, who is much older than her, this little girl is proud of her figure.

Before this, she seemed to have just experienced a battle, the light green dress on her body was in tatters, and some cracks revealed delicate skin like snow, although it looked a little embarrassed, but judging from the style and fabric of the long skirt, it should be quite expensive, and this girl's status in the elf clan should not be low.

She seemed to have injuries on her body, and her little face was unusually pale.

It seems that he is afraid of his future and confused, and his light green eyes can't help but show a trace of panic.

In the middle of the altar, there is a stone statue, about two meters high, five meters long, the whole body is carved with white jade, round and rolling, like a huge worm, through some gaps, you can also see the abdomen of a huge worm, full of dense and small gastropes, obviously just stones, but one by one seems to be wriggling non-stop, at a glance only makes people creepy.

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

I have to say that just this appearance has the style of an evil god.

Ron didn't know very well what the origin of this evil god was, but next to the statue of the evil god, there was a huge bed, rarely, there were some bedding and other things on the bed, it seemed that after worshiping the father, he directly carried out the cave room in front of the public, and then tried to reproduce the blood of the evil god.

As for things like etiquette, righteousness, and shame, they have no value for these things that even people eat.

Mirabele's body trembled slightly.

She's smart.

She is the youngest elven queen in so many years, and she can hide a pair of ears and eyes under the supervision of the high priest, practice secretly, and finally find the one who can break free from the restrictions and escape, whether it is the heart or courage, Mirabel can be said to be the best choice.

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

Her talent is very good, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is favored by the sky.

For so many years, Mirabel can only practice quietly in secret, but his strength is getting stronger day by day, if he really lets this elf let go of his cultivation, he doesn't know how much his strength will reach.

In Ron's memory, the entire game, counted from version to version, has a total of more than ten heroines, and Mirabele's talent is only the most outstanding among these heroines.

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

When he escaped from the Elven Forest before, he was intercepted by the assassination team under the command of the High Priest, and although he temporarily forced the other party back, he was also seriously injured.

I wanted to hide a little in this small city, but I didn't expect to be caught quickly, she wanted to escape, but there were strange monsters everywhere, there was no way to escape, and there was the ugly Holy Father next to her, Mirabelle couldn't even see what level of strength this guy was, just by grabbing her arm, the magic power in her whole body had almost been completely suppressed.

Is it true that you want to marry this damned father? What is the Mother Body of the Son?

Looking at the ugly and strange idol in front of him, if he really wanted to give birth to this thing, Mirabelle would rather stay in the queen's seat and wait for death.

Compared to Mirabel's fear and despair, the Holy Father next to him was full of joy, and his ugly face grinned through a slit, revealing a mouth full of uneven yellow teeth.

Since he became the Holy Father, he has taken all the women of the city captive and become his brides, and even arranged for some children to go outside the city to lure some travelers into the city, and all the women have become his brides.

Counting, there are not five thousand, and it is estimated that there are four thousand eight.

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

Thankfully, with the gift of God, he seems to have inexhaustible energy, and his desire is extremely strong, and now not to mention a woman, even if he just sees a female, even if it is just a sow, his chest is full of strong impulses, let alone a young and beautiful woman like Mirabele.

Her previous brides of four or five thousand were not as beautiful as Mirabelle's.

Moreover, the four or five thousand brides before were completely unable to give birth to a bride who satisfied the father, and he couldn't help but tremble a little in his heart, worried that the father would be angry.

One of the reasons for this is that the quality of the mother is not good, and it cannot withstand the power of the Father.

But Mirabelle is different, although this elf is injured, although her strength is not as good as herself, she is already quite powerful, and the most important thing is that she is still the royal family of the elf clan, with an extremely noble bloodline.

If he had intercourse with Mirabel, the Son would have been born to meet the requirements of the Father.

The Holy Father can't wait.

On the other side, Elsa's figure also quietly came out of Ron's body, sitting leisurely on Ron's shoulder, familiar, crisp, and even a trace of lazy voice, coming out of Elsa's mouth:

[Tick, the system prompts, congratulations to the host for opening the special task eight, the queen of the elves Mirabel, the task reward: the heart of the elves! ] 】

Elsa seemed a little tired, and her black and white eyes revealed a deep sleepiness:

[Tick, the system friendly reminder, Mirabelle is extremely loyal to marriage, once the wedding is completed, there will be no strategy, please make a decision in time! ] 】

Chapter I

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