The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Of course, Ulysses felt that strange feeling, even more clearly than others. However, what he felt was completely different from Lara, Euphy, and Chris.

"What is this..." Ulysses stretched out his hand. He felt that something was right by his side, very, very close, but he couldn't touch it anyway, as unpredictable as the air.

"Not here, it seems..." Ulysses retracted his hand in disappointment. Although he felt close, he couldn't touch it. What is this feeling...

"Go to sleep..." Ulysses closed the window without thinking about it. Under the cyan moonlight, a butterfly floated quietly across the sky.

This season, there are no butterflies.

...

The morning of the temporary residence of the Apostles began with Ayou’s energetic shouts.

"Goo! Morning...it's..." Ayu, standing on the high tower, shouted to this sunny world with full energy, replacing the responsibility of some kind of animal.

"Is it morning?" Ulysses moved away from him, Nana the kitten and Lulu the little rabbit who got into his bed without knowing when. Last night was probably the best time he slept since the brave conference started, there was no sudden courtship, and no sudden enemies.

Since when, such ordinary sleep has become a kind of enjoyment... Ulysses sighed, sighing for his misfortune seems to have become his recent habit.

I really want to go back to the carefree time in the past...Although it is very impractical, Ulysses still couldn't help thinking like this again. Of course, this is absolutely impossible. Even the supreme God who can create the world in Aya's world can't do such things as time reversal, which is beyond all common sense of the world.

The things in the past cannot be returned, so cherish the present and the people around you. Ulysses remembered this famous saying that I don’t know who said it, but it doesn’t matter if he just thought it over...

The weather is very good, it is the kind of day that no matter what you do. The venue of today's brave conference is as overcrowded as it was a few days ago, and there seems to be a trend of surpassing. In addition to the ordinary spectators, there are also many contestants who were eliminated in the previous rounds are also in the audience seats, looking forward to the start of a new fierce battle.

Perhaps because I have personally felt the true strength of the current sixteen strong men who have entered the fourth round, these eliminated seven-level strong men pay more attention to the final result of the game than others. After all, everyone hopes that he just lost to the final champion. Then, even if it is defeated, there will be no regrets. After all, the level of this competition is not generally high.

With the smooth progress of the brave contest, the largest glorious festival in history has gradually come to an end. As the magic enchantment for strengthening and repairing isolation took more time than expected, the festival’s holding time has been extended for several days. . However, no audience complained about it. Because what they saw was the largest and most attended glorious festival in mainland history.

This festival will definitely become a legend and be recorded in history. At that time, everyone was so convinced, and in fact, it was like this. However, the way is quite different from what people imagine.

Happiness and misfortune, pain and determination, death and rebirth, at that time, no one could think of these things. For everyone, this is just a pleasant and exciting festival. In a safe place, watching the battles of the powerful at the top of the mainland's force is so exciting. This is a mythical scenery that can only be seen at this festival.

In the much-anticipated, the fourth round of the Brave Conference began, strong men of different races and different forces once again stood on the fighting stage, fighting for their own goals.

...

"Bang!" Ken believed his fist, which was his strongest weapon, a weapon capable of smashing all obstacles. Fighters don't need to rely on weapons, as long as they use their own hands, they can defeat all enemies.

This was an excellent state he had never had before, and the boiling blood made him feel his strongest fluctuation. Yes, that's the feeling, this kind of feeling like an angry dragon soaring into the sky. As long as he masters this feeling, he can truly break his limits and move towards a higher place.

However, the battle situation is completely opposite to his boiling blood. In fact, it can be said to be completely on one side-not on his side.

"Crack!" A certain terrifying voice sounded in Ken's left hand, which is the first finger bone he broke? It was unbelievable that the enemy hadn't even hit him, he was broken because of the reaction force of his moves.

"Ga... Ga..." Ken ignored the fractured bones of his fingers and once again assumed the posture of launching his strongest move. Just because the opponent is so powerful, his fighting spirit will be so high, and his martial artist's blood will be so crazy.

"Thang Long Combo!" There was no need to reserve anymore, and Ken went all out to launch his strongest stunt. On the fist raised high, the fiery flame power was burning. It was not a flame in the ordinary sense, but a fire that represented all his fighting spirit and spirit.

The phantom of a dragon rising up into the sky merged with his figure. This was the highest form of this trick, and it was also the embodiment of the strongest fighting spirit of Ken Mestus. The burning fighting spirit accompanied by his fists without any hesitation, as if about to blast through the sky, he blasted towards his opponent.

This was definitely Ken's strongest blow in his life, and it represented all his will and spirit as a fighter, a perfect blow.

However, in front of him, there are obstacles that he can never overcome. That is the ultimate weapon beyond the common sense of this world, a weapon born only for a certain demon king.

"Boom!" Just like the previous attacks, Ken's fist hit Helen's body firmly. However, the result was exactly the same, his bones were shattered by the counter-shock of his fist.

"End..." Helen didn't seem to be in a good mood. After grabbing Ken's body with one hand, he immediately smashed his body to the ground without mercy, and more than once, continuously from left to right.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" After four consecutive beeps, Helen grabbed Ken's body, who was in a coma, and jumped high, and threw him to the ground like a rag doll.

There was no suspense in the result. Just like the process of battle, Helen bombarded his opponent with absolute overwhelming strength and became the first participant to enter the quarterfinals.

...

"Helen, doing a good job." Ulysses patted Helen on the head, who had just returned to the lounge of the Apostles, not only because of her fighting performance, but also because of the way she started to grasp the shot.

Yesterday and today, although Helen defeated the opponent by absolute advantage, he always showed mercy at the end (if he broke the whole body or had multiple holes in the chest, he was merciful...). Among all the girls in the Apostles, she should be the one who doesn't need him to worry the least.

"Dad, is Helen very good?" Helen lowered her head and asked softly.

"Of course you are very good, you are very strong, maybe better than me." Ulysses smiled and praised Helen. This is not a joke, at least, in terms of defense, he is far inferior to Helen. It is foreseeable that in the future, Helen will definitely be a super strong (now it is) after he fully grasps his own power.

"Thank you, Dad." Helen raised her head and looked at Ulysses with a firm gaze.

Yes, this is what she has to do, and this is her biggest task. As a weapon, her biggest responsibility is to smash all the enemies that hinder her father's path. Even if the opponent is the whole world, it doesn't matter.

"However, if this goes on, Mr. Anakin won't be angry? It seems that there are too many places in our team to enter the final stage..." Although this problem has been there for a long time, it will wait until the top 16 competition begins. At that time, it is even more prominent. Among the sixteen contestants, there is only one High Cult, while the group of Apostles commissioned by the High Cult has four (the actual number is much more than Ulysses imagined), which seems somewhat The distraction is overwhelming.

"It's okay, the Supreme Cult only entrusted us to pay attention to the situation of the brave tournament, and it does not impose any restrictions on our participation in the competition. What's more, you don't think Helen and the others came here only by luck." Lasputin affirmed Said.

"Of course it's not...ah...it's my turn." Ulysses was stunned. Yes, he did hear the name "Astarot" he used.

Unexpectedly, it would be his turn in the second battle. Fortunately, he was in good shape this time and there shouldn't be any problems. The opponent is... the girl named Sally.

"The answer, is it coming out?" Saye raised her head, a green flower in her hand was blooming with the most beautiful brilliance of life.