The End of the Goddess, the Slave Train of Doom

In a world of sword and sorcery, humans, unable to cultivate any magic or battle qi, found themselves at the very bottom of the racial hierarchy. Viewed as livestock and slaves by demons, elves, and other races, they endured constant torment, facing the ever-present threat of extinction. In the year 1 AD, during this dark hour for humanity, the goddess Sylvia from another world descended. She bestowed upon humans the holy power, capable of countering the magic and battle qi of other races, thus allowing humanity to survive. The goddess declared, "All races other than humans are evil. For the continuation of this planet, heretics must be purged, and the strong among them shall be sent to the 'Gate of Heaven' for judgment." Thus began the "Holy War" that would span a thousand years. For nearly two millennia, humanity, armed with holy power and their own developed industry and technology, fought against all demi-human races. They turned the tide, gradually annihilating more and more non-human species. The alien races saw humans as parasites on the planet and formed a united front. Among them emerged twelve apostles, blessed by the planet itself. However, flesh and blood were no match for humanity's steel cannons. Leaders and apostles of alien races were continuously sent to the goddess's "Gate of Heaven" for judgment. Yet, as the war dragged on, the world did not improve. Instead, it became filled with deserts and natural disasters, devolving into a doomsday scenario. As the planet teetered on the brink of destruction, humanity finally saw the truth: Goddess Sylvia was the mastermind behind the world's invasion, and humanity had become her shameful accomplice, actively destroying their own life-sustaining mother planet. What path lay ahead for humanity? In 1850 AD, the war intensified. The President of the Human Federation entered the fray, luring the remaining six apostles, who were also the leaders of their respective races, into a peace talk. At the cost of several cities, she captured them all. The young armored train captain, Leon, was given the critical mission to escort the final six apostles to the "Gate of Heaven." There, they would face the goddess's judgment, and the goddess would fulfill her promise to establish a so-called "Heaven on Earth" for humanity. Along the journey, the armored train escorting the apostles faced desperate counterattacks from the various alien races who had lost their leaders. The battle hung precariously in the balance. In their moment of desperation, Goddess Sylvia descended, "saving" everyone on the armored train. In reality, these final six apostles were crucial to the goddess. By devouring the twelve apostles blessed by the planet, she would signify the complete collapse of the planet's will to resist. At that point, the goddess could easily drain the planet's core energy, leading to the ultimate destruction of all life. Faced with the goddess's order to "inspect" the apostles, what choice would the train captain Leon, who now understood the full truth, make? Would he fight for the survival of the planet and humanity, or would he stand by and watch everything unfold, leading to ultimate destruction? A clandestine battle between a minuscule human and the great goddess began... PS: This is a mid-length commissioned work. Thanks to the patron: Dark Steel Dragon for permission to publish. This time, we are experimenting with a new style, blending sword and sorcery with industry and technology, incorporating elements such as confinement, deception, and training. The confinement and restraint play of numerous alien beauties, and how the arrogant goddess descends into the abyss through her pride and disdain, will all be presented on this doomsday train, hoping to bring readers a different experience.

"My apologies, Your Divinity, just one last step," Leon said, taking out another bundle of S-class, specially treated silver-white ropes. He reached out, grabbed the goddess's delicate ankles, and forcefully brought her legs together. "Ah? This, you're binding my ankles too? My legs will be completely tied up by you! How am I supposed to move later..." With her ankles bound, Sylvia was like a human log, unable to move. Her delicate body swayed precariously, unable to stand steadily. She felt both ashamed and displeased. "I am truly sorry, but this is a necessary step." Leon apologized verbally, but his hands moved swiftly. He tightly wrapped the ropes around the goddess's joined ankles eight times. Each strand was deeply embedded in the binding. After binding them horizontally, he threaded the rope through the pre-made loop in the center and continued to wrap it vertically around the space between her ankles four times, tightening the ropes to the maximum. This ensured the goddess's white-stockinged, high-heeled, jade-like feet were pressed together with no gap before he tied a secure knot. Next, he moved to her slender, white-stockinged calves. Leon used the same method, dividing her long, slender calves into three sections – upper, middle, and lower – and binding them tightly together with three sets of dense ropes. The ropes were so tight that her beautifully curved calves resembled tightly cinched gourds, with every inch of her white-stockinged flesh seeming to bulge out. Finally, he used the ropes to bind just below her knees in the same manner, the ropes digging deeply into the joint. The goddess's alluring, white-stockinged legs were now completely bound as one. The dense ropes were neat and taut, binding her two white-stockinged jade legs into an uneven, bumpy shape like white, smooth lotus roots, clamped tightly together with not even a sliver of a gap visible. Once the binding was complete, the poor goddess was forced to keep her legs clamped together at all times. The overly tight ropes even made it difficult for her to bend her legs, which were already forced together. Moreover, her white-stockinged feet, pressed tightly together, were still encased in the twelve-centimeter crystal high heels that had just been fixed in place. The entire weight of her bound body was concentrated on the slender heels, leaving her standing precariously, barely able to maintain her balance. "Hiss! Hmmph~ This, this is too tight! Ugh..." The goddess tentatively tried to wiggle her clamped, white-stockinged, high-heeled legs, but they wouldn't budge. The restraints on her legs caused her to let out soft moans. When her calves weren't bound, she could spread her legs slightly and stand somewhat steadily. Now, bound so tightly, she truly couldn't stand. The powerful goddess felt like a newborn baby at this moment, her jade feet in beautiful, delicate crystal heels rooted to the spot, unable to move at all. She felt a sense of shame mixed with humiliation and helplessness. "My apologies, Your Divinity, for causing you such discomfort. This stage of restraint is complete," Leon said quickly, standing up to help her. He let the goddess's delicate body, bound like a human log, lean against him for support. "Is this about whether you've finished binding me or not? You've bound me like this, I can't even stand! How am I supposed to move later!" The goddess looked down at her legs, bound like white-stockinged meat logs, feeling both ashamed and helpless. "Uh, perhaps I can help you with the next part? Like this~" Leon said, stepping to the side. He put one arm around the goddess's slender waist and the other under her bound legs, lifting Sylvia into a princess carry. "Yaaah?! You, what are you doing?! No! This won't do!!!" The goddess was startled by the sudden action. By the time she reacted, her tightly bound body was already in Leon's arms. This made her extremely ashamed. The thought of appearing before those soldiers, being carried like this, was even more unbearable for her, a high and mighty goddess. "Mmm~ This pose won't do~ Put me down quickly!" In such an intimate position, Sylvia naturally refused vehemently. The goddess, filled with shame and anger, twisted her delicate body, trying to break free from his embrace. But he didn't loosen his grip. Sylvia, bound all over, could only writhe like a piece of meat, her clamped, white-stockinged, high-heeled legs flailing. Due to the friction of the ropes against her sensitive areas, she dared not struggle too violently, and thus could not break free. The goddess became anxious.

"Wait— Nnngh?! Hnnnngh?!" The tug on the rope immediately pulled the goddess's crotch strap and chastity belt taut, a sensation that spread through her entire body, both tingling and painful. Sylvia couldn't help but hop forward, a mix of shame and anger on her face. "Click-clack~" The crystal stilettos struck the ground in rapid succession. Under the strain of these extreme hops, veins even bulged on the arch of the goddess's elegantly curved, silk-clad feet. "Your Highness, it seems you're adapting well." Leon continued to pull the rope, not even bothering to look back this time. He led her forward at a steady, unhurried pace. While his speed was moderate, for the goddess, whose beautiful legs in silk stockings were bound tightly together, it felt incredibly fast, catching her completely off guard. "Click-clack~" Sylvia, unable to resist, hopped forward again on her stiletto-clad feet. Before she could even regain her balance, she was immediately pulled forward once more. "Wait— Ah?! Nnngh! No— I can't~ Hmph! Nnnngh?!" The continuous, stimulating friction spread from the goddess's crotch to her entire body, leaving her bound form both tingling and numb. "No— Ooooh! Stop— Ah?! Ssssh! Ooooh!!!" Sylvia desperately tried to call out for him to stop, but the intermittent tingling and pleasure were too intense, stimulating her uncontrollably into a series of moans. Although her mouth wasn't bound by a gag, the ordeal left her unable to speak. She wondered if Leon ahead was doing this intentionally, refusing to look back, which only made the goddess anxious and ashamed, yet forced to hop forward with a look of panicked desperation. "Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack~" The sound of heels hitting the ground grew faster. The poor goddess could only tremble uncontrollably as she was dragged along, desperately hopping forward on her bound, silk-clad, stiletto-heeled legs. She felt a tingling heat in her crotch, which had even begun to moisten uncontrollably. Her body, however, was completely unable to resist his pull. "Nnngh! Slower, slower~ Ah?! Hmph! Nnnngh!!!" Sylvia's mouth involuntarily let out a string of seductive moans, while her bound, silk-clad legs were forced to hop rapidly under the pull of the rope in her crotch. It seemed she didn't know her own potential until pushed. Now, it appeared our goddess had considerable potential as a slave. "Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack~" With the crisp sound of stilettos meeting the ground, the goddess was soon half-pushed, half-dragged into a series of train carriages. Leon simply kept pulling the lead rope forward, giving her no time to rest or recover. "Ssssh! Oh god! Slower~ slower! Nnnngh! Nnnngh!!!" Sylvia was already drenched in sweat from the ordeal. Her silk-clad thighs, bound tightly together beneath her skirt, were also slick and wet. Countless drops of nectar had flowed from the gaps in her chastity belt, even soaking the silk stockings covering her legs to a semi-transparent state. Pearly droplets trickled down the goddess's smooth, silken legs, dripping onto the ground from her forced-together stilettos. Her tightly bound, stiletto-clad feet were so sore they were almost numb, each hop and landing sending a piercing pain through her delicate soles. The crotch strap, rising and falling with her body's movements, acted like a saw, continuously rubbing against the goddess's honey-hole and rear, bringing a painful, agonizing pleasure. The chastity belt, studded with latex nubs, chafed her groins relentlessly. Coupled with the two suction cups attached to her nipples, the intense pleasure and the pain from the ropes constricting her body everywhere were on par, stimulating Sylvia to the brink of delirium. Yet, just as she was about to drown in the unending pleasure and reach her limit, the pain from all over her body would jolt her back to awareness.

"Your Highness, we are now at the carriage for the Fourth Section's apostles," Leon announced, stopping at the next transfer area. "Tch!" Sylvia knew exactly what the man was thinking. Glancing up, she saw her own flushed, embarrassed face in the mirror and felt a surge of exasperation. "My Goddess, next we will be deepening your restraints. I doubt you'll refuse, will you?" Leon opened a metal cabinet in the transfer area, revealing an array of restraint devices. "Hmph, if you know, then stop playing coy and ask. Hurry up!" The Goddess stood tall, her voice a cold哼. "As you wish." Leon retrieved a pair of pure white leather single-tube restraint gloves from the cabinet. He walked behind the Goddess, unfastened the ropes binding her wrists, and once her hands were free from any other obstructions, he began to slowly put on the white gloves. The material was tight and elastic, encasing her arms from her wrists up to her elbows. They stopped just above the lace trim of her white velvet gloves, creating a strong constricting sensation that further tightened the ropes and leather restraints to their limit. Leon then cinched and locked the straps on the single-tube gloves. Now, her arms were bound together behind her back by the ropes, leather restraints, and the single-tube gloves, rendering them completely immobile, even a single finger. Escape was now impossible. "Hiss... Ugh..." The Goddess felt an intense pressure and constriction in her arms, a feeling so tight it was almost numb. Though she had prepared herself mentally, the complete encasement of her arms by the single-tube gloves still made her gasp. However, a part of her felt a sense of relief. Leon had untied the ropes connecting her hands, meaning that for now, struggling her arms wouldn't pull on the ropes and cause that agonizing friction against her pussy. "Hmm? Hmph-woo?!” Just as she relaxed, Leon grabbed the end of the ropes again and attached them to the metal ring left on the end of the single-tube gloves. It was as if she had never been freed. If she dared to struggle her arms again, the ropes would still pull and torment her pussy and rear. This damned man was so meticulous, leaving her no room to breathe! "Is something wrong, Your Highness? Do you require something?" Leon noticed the Goddess's petulant哼s and moans and looked up. "Hmph, nothing!" Her restraints under this man would only ever increase, and he always used the excuse of suppressing her holy energy, leaving her with no grounds to object. Realizing this, Sylvia decided to ignore Leon. "Very well. Next, we will be reinforcing the restraints on your lower body..." Leon, ignoring her displeasure, took out a pure white leather chastity belt from the cabinet. The inside of the belt, while lacking any phallic attachments, was covered in a dense, neatly arranged pattern of slightly raised latex nubs. "Ah? What is this..." Despite her prior preparation, Sylvia felt her scalp tingle. Wearing this disgusting device meant her entire crotch would be constantly chafed by those dense latex nubs. She couldn't even imagine what that would feel like... "It's like this, Your Highness. Due to..." Leon began his righteous explanation. "Shut up, don't say another word! I know you always have your reasons! Fine, if you're going to put it on me, then just do it. Hurry up!" The Goddess knew he would launch into an unassailable argument. She cut him off impatiently. It was better to accept it now and be done with it, rather than argue, be convinced, and then have to praise his meticulousness like a foolish woman. Accepting it directly would preserve some dignity. "As you wish, uh..." The Goddess's cooperation was unexpected, and Leon was not about to refuse. He knelt before Sylvia, gently lifting her skirt. He inadvertently saw her wet, slowly dripping lace panties, and her white thigh-high stockings, soaked and almost transparent, clinging to her alluring legs. "Did you see? Is it nice? It's all because you egged me on to ride that damned mechanical horse!" The Goddess was a mix of shame and fury. In her anger, she kicked out with her heeled foot.

The second containment carriage, as the Goddess had said, was like a massive cold storage unit. Several refrigeration units and power generators hummed continuously, emitting a chilling cold. The Apostle's restraint device remained in the center of the carriage, containing a woman of exceptionally hot and tall stature. This woman possessed radiant red hair, with a side-swept fringe covering half her eyes, revealing alluring pink pupils. Her beautiful face was both seductive and enchanting. Of course, what drew more attention were the two curved goat horns atop her head and a pair of small, deep black wings at her waist, leaving no doubt about her demonic identity. As for her attire, it could be described as unprecedentedly revealing. Her smooth, supple shoulders and back were displayed almost entirely, and her exceptionally full, ample breasts were more than half exposed. Only a narrow, black, glossy leather bandeau barely covered the cherry-like tips of her peaks, squeezing them inward to create an incredibly deep and seductive cleavage, leaving her perfectly rounded, large breasts in full view. Looking further down, the demoness's slender, toned waist was also completely bare, clearly revealing the elegant, dashed lines of her abs. As for the secret garden of her lower body, it was only covered by a black leather thong, ripped open in a crotchless style. At first glance, the fabric covering her hot body's sensitive areas was less than what covered her limbs, and the sexy, alluring aura practically assailed one's senses. In contrast, her slender arms were adorned with two tight-fitting black leather gloves that extended up to her elbows, gleaming with a glossy black sheen. Her long, shapely, and toned legs were encased in thin, translucent black stockings. Below her ample black stockings, a pair of fifteen-centimeter stiletto heels, in glossy black knee-high boots, encased her beautiful feet and slender calves. The surface of the boots was adorned with black decorative straps, which not only outlined the alluring curves of her legs but also evoked a sense of fallen, seductive beauty. A metal placard stood beside the restraint device. ID: 002 Containment Identity: Succubus Queen Bernice Race: Demon / Succubus Height: 176cm Bust: 97.4cm Waist: 59.7cm Hips: 95.2cm The restraint device for the Succubus Queen Bernice was not particularly complex; in fact, it was quite simple. It was merely a slightly oversized metal restraint chair. Of course, to perfectly fit into the various mechanisms of the restraint chair, the succubus lady's hot,娇躯 would not be spared any bindings. The Succubus Queen's seductive, fiery red lips were forced to bite down on a large, red, hollowed-out gag, tightly restraining her lips and cheeks, causing her alluring lips to now helplessly drip with crystalline saliva. Red, glowing ropes snaked from Bernice's arms, clad in glossy black gloves, and pulled them together behind her back, binding her jade-like arms at the wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms. Each set of ropes was tightly wrapped six times horizontally and then four times vertically in the gap between her arms to secure them, ensuring that the bound ropes would not loosen from any angle due to struggling. In addition to her arms, which were almost bound into a single unit, a single-tube restraint glove covered her shoulders and extended from her hands to her upper arms. Each strap on it was tied incredibly tightly, squeezing Bernice's arms into an uneven shape. As for the succubus lady's breasts, dense red ropes were wound around the base of her soft breasts, forming an "∞" shaped net that completely confined her proud, ample breasts. This forced her already bare, large breasts to swell abnormally. More ropes, after digging into Bernice's breasts, converged behind her, connecting with the ropes binding her arms, forcing her into a humiliating posture of tilting her head back and lifting her ample breasts. Circular breast suction cups were placed over her nipples, making the succubus lady at this moment resemble a cow being milked. "Tsk~ Tch!" The Goddess snorted unhappily upon seeing the succubus queen's upper body restraints. She discovered that the binding method for this demonic captive was identical to her own current restraints, except for the single-tube restraint gloves and breast suction cups. Even the posture of her chest being forced to arch due to the pressure of the ropes was nearly the same. She was the supreme Goddess, yet she was bound like a lowly demonic slave. Had this man done it intentionally? Even if he had to bind her to suppress her holy energy, couldn't he have chosen a different binding method?! The similarity made her, as a Goddess, feel utterly humiliated. Did he truly consider her a slave and bind her as such?! "Goddess, as you can see, this is the second Apostle we have contained, the Succubus Queen: Bernice." Leon, seeing the Goddess's displeased gaze, feigned nonchalance and faithfully fulfilled his role as a guide, introducing her to Sylvia, who stood beside him with her chest arched. "Hmph~ A succubus, considered exceptionally lowly even among demons?" Sylvia said haughtily and disdainfully. However, her current posture with her upper body bound did not allow her to display much arrogance. "Hoo-ugh-oooooh-oooooh-oooooh-oooooh!!!" Setting aside the sulking Goddess for a moment, the succubus lady's intensely seductive, high-pitched moans drew their attention back to her. Bernice's completely bare, slender, and toned waist was also constricted by the dense, diamond-shaped rope net woven from her chest, tightening it by more than an inch. The pair of black wings at her lower back were also folded and bound at their various joints by ropes, causing them to be tucked together and unable to spread, merely trembling. Several ropes extending downwards from her waist converged at her lower abdomen, forming a rope knot resembling a thong. Two rough cords ran along her buttocks, digging inward and maximally squeezing the sides of the succubus lady's honey pot and asshole. Looking further down, the Succubus Queen's long, shapely legs, encased in black stockings and knee-high boots, were spread apart. Ropes pulled her thighs and calves together as much as possible, with her ankles pressed against her upper thighs, her calves against her mid-thighs, and her knees tightly bound together by ropes. This resulted in a posture where she could not even bring her legs together, her legs spread wide open in an "M" shape. Maintaining this shameful posture, the Succubus Queen was perfectly fitted into the metal restraint chair. Bernice's tightly bound upper body was forcibly pressed against the metal backrest, her slender neck locked by the built-in metal neck restraint. More metal clasps on the backrest extended downwards, locking her full, alluring breasts and slender waist, perfectly fitting her beautifully curved upper body. The all-metal neck restraint even prevented the succubus lady from lowering her head to look at her lower body, which was currently suffering torment. As for Bernice's lower body, with her thighs and calves pressed together in the "M" spread-leg position, her jade-like feet in knee-high boots were tightly locked by heavy metal rings on either side of the restraint chair's seat from the ankles down. Even her slender heels were caught by slightly thinner clasps on the sides, making it difficult for her feet to struggle or move. This forced her to keep her legs spread as wide as possible, exposing her dripping honey pot and rear to the front, maintaining an extremely shameful "wide open" posture at all times.

Her lithe, curvaceous body was draped in a dark vest adorned with golden star and moon patterns. Beneath, her attire was daringly scant: a short, tight-fitting minidress with intricate gold thread embroidery. The fabric strained against her small, yet perfectly rounded breasts, creating a shallow cleavage that exuded a forbidden allure. Tragically, the material at the apex of each exquisite breast was torn, revealing two metal suction cups clamped firmly onto her nipples, drawing them taut. A dense network of red ropes was deeply embedded into the tender skin of her breasts, brutally cinching them at the base, forcing her perfect mounds to swell uncomfortably. Her slender arms, adorned with long, purple and gold silk gloves, were now bound behind her back in a 'W' shape, rendering her immobile. Seven or eight ropes crisscrossed tightly around her delicate wrists, then were forcefully pulled up to secure them to the nape of her neck. This arrangement ensured that every struggle would tighten the ropes around her slender throat, severely restricting her breathing. Even her elbows were bound together with a multitude of ropes, pressing them tightly against her sides, forcing her into an extreme 'reverse Buddha' pose. More ropes constricted and squeezed every inch of skin on her arms, converging at her front to connect with the ropes already binding her chest. Looking further down, the minidress featured a diamond-shaped cutout of black mesh at the abdomen, revealing her cute navel and a hint of her softly curved abs. This area was also crisscrossed by rows of meticulously arranged ropes, tightening and cinching her already slender waist to an even more impossibly small circumference, like a woven rope corset. Two strands of rope descended from her waist and abdomen, lifting the hem of her ultra-short, ruffled lace skirt and ruthlessly digging into her narrow crotch. Her buttocks, encased in black stockings, were squeezed out from beneath the skirt. Beneath the skirt, which was pulled almost to her waist by the crotch ropes, were two shapely legs encased in black pantyhose patterned with stars and moons, lending a playful yet mysterious allure. Despite her petite frame, her legs, covered in black stockings, were remarkably well-proportioned and long. Her delicate feet were shod in twelve-centimeter stiletto heels with gold trim, exuding an innate, petite elegance. However, these slender, beautiful legs were now forced into an extreme position, pressed tightly together. Red ropes bound her ankles to her upper thighs and her calves to the middle of her thighs, with the sharp heels of the stilettos nearly digging into her buttocks. This forced her to keep her legs perpetually bent and curled, maintaining a humiliatingly spread-legged posture as she was effectively "mounted" on the back of a tall, wooden horse. To further secure her tightly bound form, two metal shackles extended from each side of the horse's back, locking her delicate, stocking-clad ankles. A metal collar extended from the back of the horse's raised head, directly securing her slender neck. This forced her to arch her black-stocking-clad buttocks high behind her, her body bowed as she was perpetually pressed onto the horse's back. Of course, the most severe restraints were the two ribbed vibrator rods protruding from the center of the wooden horse's back, one in front and one behind. They were inserted upwards into her deep, narrow honey trap and her rear, penetrating until they reached the very core of her pleasure, completely immobilizing her like a toy on the horse's back. She could only maintain this humiliating riding position, utterly unable to move. Beside the wooden horse that imprisoned the maiden, naturally, there was a metal plaque proclaiming her identity. Serial Number: 003 Containment Identity: The Annihilation Witch, Alina Race: Mutant Human / Witch Height: 158cm Bust: 84.2cm Waist: 54.3cm Hips: 85cm "Your Majesty, as you can see, this is the third Apostle, the legendary immortal Annihilation Witch, Alina," Leon said, stepping ahead to the carousel and addressing Sylvia, who was slightly behind him. The so-called witches were born from humanity. They could be considered human, yet in certain aspects, they transcended the limitations of human talent. In this world, humans were notoriously incapable of cultivation or wielding any form of energy. However, 'Kendritan,' the mother body that birthed all things, was relatively fair to every race. Humans, with their faster reproductive capabilities compared to other races, were destined to have their talents limited. But among humans, there were certain females who were born without these limitations. The probability of their birth was minuscule, perhaps one in a million, or even one in ten million. They possessed eternal youth and beauty, lived far longer than ordinary humans, and could genuinely cultivate magic and other energy forms. Their talent could even surpass that of elves and demons. They were essentially genetic variants of humans, fundamentally still human. They should have stood with humanity, becoming heroes among their people and assisting them in repelling powerful external enemies. However, Goddess Sylvia did not permit humans to wield such uncontrollable magical power. Thus, under the Church's propaganda and incitement, these one-in-ten-million gifted females were executed as cursed witches. For centuries, if a woman was identified as a witch, the stake was her only final destination. Of course, a minority of witches managed to escape humanity's frenzied judgment. They might have lived in seclusion in the mountains, escaping millennia of conflict. They might have sought revenge against humanity with endless hatred, engaging in slaughter and retribution. Or, they might have stood up one day, following the will of the planet, to fight for the survival of all existence. The Witch of Annihilation, Alina, was one of the most powerful among them. It was said she was born seven to eight hundred years ago. She was once the princess of a small human kingdom. In her childhood, she inadvertently awakened her witch's talent. Her father and mother, to protect her, concealed this information from the Holy See, which ultimately led to the destruction of their kingdom. Her parents died before her eyes, and her people were massacred. Alina, harboring infinite hatred for humanity and the goddess, vanished into the river of history. However, after receiving a blessing and becoming an Apostle, she emerged, fighting for the survival of the planet and all beings for over a hundred years. "Hiss~ Mmm, wait. You, slow down a bit..." At this moment, the Goddess, her legs in white stockings and high heels, shuffled forward awkwardly, unable to keep pace with Leon's brisk stride. "Ummph??? Hmph!!!" As they approached, the Annihilation Witch naturally noticed Leon and Sylvia. She first cast a wary glance at the tall man, then quickly averted her gaze. But when her eyes fell upon her own tightly bound, struggling body...

"My... My Goddess..." one soldier stammered, staring with his mouth agape at the utterly humiliated Sylvia. "Hnnngh! Uwooooh?!" The Goddess, at this moment, had no time to concern herself with mere soldiers. She shrieked in humiliation and panic, her shapely, high-heeled feet clamped together as she hopped forward relentlessly, one wrong move threatening to send her into an uncontrollable fit of pissing herself. "Holy shit? Is... is this the legendary Goddess?" the soldiers whispered amongst themselves. Even though they had received prior communication from the carriage confirming this was all voluntary on the Goddess's part, they were still utterly dumbfounded. "What... what is she doing?" "Why is the Goddess acting like a shameless whore?!" "Is this truly the Goddess we humans worship???" "Holy shit, look, she... she's squirting..." "No, that's... that's incontinence, isn't it? So... so the Goddess can lose control of her bladder too???" "Seriously, is it okay for our supreme Goddess to be pissing in front of us like this?!" "Uh, the Goddess's moans are... quite seductive, aren't they... Is it really that good??" "Look at how her tits are bouncing, damn! Drool is all over them..." "Holy shit? The Goddess's piss splashed on my shoe..." "No, is the Goddess we worship actually a slutty whore?" "I don't know, but... but she looks even worse than the most debauched prostitute..." The soldiers, moving from initial shock and shattered faith to hushed whispers, and finally, upon realizing the Goddess was in no position to resist or punish them, began to spew vulgarities. Their gaze towards Sylvia shifted from reverence to naked lust and contempt. "The Goddess is truly beautiful, more beautiful than any prostitute I've ever had. She's even more stunning with that gag in her mouth!"