Chapter 50: The Temptress, The Monk, And The Heavenly Flesh.

Shyreiana curved her body in midair and pushed out her legs just as she was about to smash against the walls of flesh.

Boom! Her legs dug deep inside, for she stood upright on the wall like an unwavering arrow pierced within.

The gaping chasm in her chest squirmed; new skin and flesh formed over it, completely sealing off her wound and revealing her flawless skin therein.

She moved her head upwards and yelled, “Lazarus! How dare you lay a hand on Master’s bride!”

“You are no bride of the Lord,” Lazarus sneered and walked towards her.

Boom! Shyreiana kicked off the wall and twirled in the air.

Black petals diffused from her pale skin, and a black dress with thigh-high slits coiled around her before embracing her within. Two crystalline daggers protruded out of her thighs. She pulled them out and caressed them in her hands with worship.

“It’s going to be quite amusing killing an Apostle with the very blades gifted upon by my beloved Master, hehe,” she laughed.