Duanmu Huai had a dream, before him was a splendid palace.
The carpet was soft and comfy. Incense burners on the side emitted intoxicating aromas while vague beautiful music resonated in his ears. Looking up, he saw several appealing figures revolving around him.
"Sir Knight..."
A woman approached Duanmu Huai, her breath as sweet as orchids. Duanmu Huai recognized her as one of the Combat Nuns he had met before at the Rock Monastery. Now, however, she was not wearing her usual robe but a transparent veil. Through the dim candlelight, her enticing body curves were discernible. Not just her, a few more Combat Nuns were languidly laying on Duanmu Huai, faces flushed. Their eyes moist, their pale arms danced like snakes on Duanmu Huai's armor.
"You...you are our god..."
"We... we are ready to dedicate... everything to you..."
The Combat Nuns whispered, leaning closer. The leading nun reached out her hand to remove Duanmu Huai's helmet, and then…
"Ah---------!!!"