107. What Is the Goddess of Light Doing?
Reina felt that this matter wasn’t very important anymore.
She was going to start incubating the egg… this was the top priority.
No matter what, the child was innocent.
Incubating an egg was a happy thing for a dragon. Every time the warmth from her body was transferred to the cute dragon egg, it was like a mysterious progress bar, and Reina could almost see the dragon whelp absorbing the warmth in the dragon egg.
Reina held the dragon egg, her important parts conveniently covered by it. Thinking of how this little azure dragon had been acting spoiled with her yesterday, Calysia’s blood boiled.
“Reina, do you love me?”
“No!”
“Do you love the dragon egg?”
“I do~”
“Does the dragon egg love me?”
“Mmph, it likes you…”
“Then do you, who love the dragon egg, love me?”
Reina felt her head spinning. She could only subconsciously nod, and then she realized something was wrong.
She discovered a very strange phenomenon. Her reason told her to stay away from the Calysia who was taking advantage of her, but her body involuntarily wanted her to help incubate the egg. It was so contradictory that it was a little abnormal.
Wouldn’t it be safe and happy for the two of them to incubate the egg together?
So, to make up for this regret, Reina awakened her naked clone. Their full breasts pressed together, sitting opposite each other, hugging the dragon egg.
their beautiful, shapely legs intertwined, like inseparable sisters engaging in a close- Ranged act. And now they had a common goal—incubating the egg.
The Goddess of Light incubating an egg…
It sounded strange.
But Reina wasn’t going to waste her clone’s warmth. Huddling together to incubate the egg was just right!
Both her main body and her clone felt drowsy and were about to fall asleep. As long as the dragon egg was by their side, they had an endless sense of security.
“Mother Calysia, your nose is bleeding.”
Agnes’s words reminded Reina.
She took out the dragon nest she had treasured from under her pillow, put it on the dragon egg like a glove, and then, as if remembering something, she took another dragon nest and put it on Agnes’s dragon horn.
Only then did she nod in satisfaction.
“Mother?”
“Wear it.”
“Eh?”
“Reina, I want to incubate the egg too~”
Reina nuzzled against Calysia with disgust. She couldn’t possibly agree to Calysia incubating the egg with her. Based on the current situation, this person would definitely take advantage of her, not be good to their daughter!
Therefore, Reina symbolically gave Calysia a tail and let her play with it herself.
She would let her incubate the egg after she knew she was wrong.
But she suddenly regretted it.
Because this was the child of both of them.
She let Calysia come closer, and to prevent Agnes from feeling sad, she also pulled her into an embrace.
The four dragons were now huddled together, feeling each other’s warmth.
Agnes was clinging to Reina’s clone, and Calysia was beside her main body.
In the warmth of several people, she felt sleepy again and wanted to fall asleep.
Even in the past, she had never thought that incubating an egg would be such a happy thing.
…
At the same time, on the flat land of Whitesburg, a metal base the size of a football field, like a huge, flat, decagonal building, was surrounded by countless engineers and construction experts from the Four Realms.
The orcs and dragons were responsible for transporting materials, while the dark elves and blood race were responsible for the architectural structure. It was a grand project.
By the woods, on the flat land where the entire building could be seen, Mura held a blueprint, wearing a monocle. She, originally a dark elf assassin, was now the western head of the [Anti-Ritual Plan], responsible for construction and security work.
She glanced at the Shaman Crimson Statue, who was reading a red magic book—the only colossus among the orcs who was very knowledgeable about magic, and said, “The bottom part is almost finished. Next is the construction of the upper part of the [Anti-Ritual Throne].”
“It’s a little dirty here. It would be nice if someone could use dust removal magic.”
Saying that, she adjusted her monocle like a professional career woman, appearing refined. The fair legs under her black short skirt were delectable, one of the most beautiful sights on the construction site.
“It’s almost done.”
Shaman Crimson Statue smiled, his collar covering half his mouth.
“Do you think this thing can help us defeat the damned Shadow of God?”
“What do you mean?” Mura took her mind off the paper and looked at Shaman Crimson Statue’s slightly young face.
“If you ask me, if we’re making a war machine, we should make a cannon, or a greatsword, or a golem giant. What is this, an iron stele?”
The orcs’ siege machines were mostly designed by Shaman Crimson Statue. His own combat power wasn’t very strong, but his brain was the best among the orcs.
“This thing is much more useful than you think.”
Mura pointed to her head.
“Is this the best the smartest orc can do?”
“Then tell me what it’s for.”
“[Anti-Ritual], naturally, is to prevent the power in the demonified humans’ bodies from being absorbed by the Goddess of Light, to prevent her from descending.”
“Why would the Goddess of Light absorb the power of demons?”
Mura chuckled softly:
“The Goddess of Light can grow by relying on the power of souls. Those are just some necessary sacrifices, unlike you orcs.”
“I think you have quite a grudge. Just dealing with the goddess is a bit too shallow,” Shaman Crimson Statue said with a smile. “I don’t understand why you have such a big grudge against the Goddess of Light.”
Mura shook her head.
“To you, the goddess is just an obstacle to your rule, but to us, the first Elven King was betrayed by her.”
“The elves of the Primordial Era were not part of the demon race.”
“It’s all because of the Goddess of Light that we have fallen into the demon race.”
“Originally, the whole world should have belonged to the elves.”
Shaman Crimson Statue shook his head, clearly not understanding this topic.
Mura knew he didn’t understand and continued, “You know, the goddess is someone who can absorb our power and souls. She used many dirty tricks to turn the whole world into her backyard, and us into her livestock!”
Just then, a rational female voice interrupted Mura.
“With all due respect, I can’t agree.”
Turning around, it was Cardinal Paris.
As one of the leaders of humanity, Paris had the right to be responsible for the construction of the anti-ritual.
She wore a gorgeous bishop’s robe. Although she was a middle-aged woman, she possessed the beauty of eternal youth and a domineering figure.
A little girl followed stealthily behind her. She wore knight’s armor, but her petite figure made her look somewhat cute.
“The God of Light repels elves, isn’t it because the first Elven King wanted to touch the forbidden fruit?”
“…”
“You were always meant to be the tainted dark elves.”
Just then, the hero Pesa, who was following behind Paris, seemed to remember something and asked, “By the way, Cardinal, what is the current God of Light doing?”
Paris turned around and said with a doting smile:
“She’s definitely in some holy place, praying for the future of the world~”
