The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Oops, the final battle weapon also failed!" Looking at the battlefield that has turned into a wasteland, the blue crystal called out for the first time.

"It's time for us to retreat. The enemy's strength and intelligence do not match at all. The failure is not our command error." The red crystal objectively pointed out the biggest reason for the failure of this operation.

"I'm not convinced, I request to continue sending troops. Hey, you have a new weapon, which is exactly the same as the one just now." The yellow crystal of the main battle faction flew in front of the phantom puppet and shouted loudly.

The magic puppet of the phantom did not respond to the shout of the yellow crystal, but trembled violently. From the huge phantom, something seemed to come out.

In a strange wave of darkness, the black swordsman, who should have been completely broken by Elmea, slowly emerged from the black shadow.

But her appearance can never be said to be optimistic. The armor of the hands, shoulders, feet, and chest had been completely blown to pieces, and the armor of other parts were all shattered, and there was almost no complete place.

A large amount of blood flowed from her body, falling into the shadow of the phantom puppet, rippling **** ripples.

"So it's still alive, this weapon." The blue crystal looked at the black swordsman who seemed to have lost consciousness in surprise. The explosion just now might blow up three worm legions. Can survive that kind of explosion, the combat effectiveness of this black swordsman has obviously surpassed any kind of insect vein weapon they control.

"Her anti-magic ability is very good, if it weren't for the explosion just now, I believe she can resist it." The red crystal also became interested in the black swordsman. If the arms it controls have such defensive power, it can simply sweep everything.

"How do you continue to fight like this?" The yellow crystal seemed most disappointed. What's the use of a weapon that can't fight.

In the different attitudes of the three-color crystal, the seriously injured black swordsman opened his eyes, and no despair or pain can be seen in the golden pupils. He is still as cold as the beginning of the battle, like a doll that has lost his feelings.

"Huh...huh..." Holding the only undamaged dark magic sword in the explosion with both hands, she stood up shaky.

Although she was scarred, and even though the enemy she faced was a horror wizard from the age of ancient magic, she was still ready to fight.

Seeing the stubborn figure of the black swordsman, the arrogant face, and the violent trembling of the phantom puppet, stronger and more passionate feelings emerged from her body.

The blood that the black swordsman fell into her shadow, like hot lava, made her burn, made her heartache, and made her boil.

Why, why does she have such intense sadness and despair? She shouldn't need this kind of feeling. If only as a puppet, if only as a weapon for war...

No, she is not a puppet, nor a tool of war!

Fragments of the past, fragments of memory, constantly emerged from the heart that was already dead. These things that should have disappeared, after seeing the scarred back, appeared one by one.

These most important things have not disappeared. Even if they are dead, even if they are far away from the human path, even if they are not living entities, they still exist.

She can't remember her name anymore, but she knows that these fragmented memory fragments are more important than her life. And the figure that responded to her heartbeat and came to her to fight for her was the origin of all this.

She is her wish, she is her dream, she is her only love. Even if she died, she would not be taken away from her.

"Sister's body...wounded..."

"it's all my fault……"

"That spell... is a high-speed attack..."

"Unforgivable..."

"My strength... not enough..."

"The witch...fuse..."

In the inner world of the phantom puppet, the voice from deep in her heart echoed continuously. She no longer resisted, no longer refused, and even took the initiative, accepting the part that did not belong to her body.

It was the remains of the evil witch from the ancient times, without self-awareness, but the source of darkness that would pollute people's hearts with greed. And in this witch wreck, there is a lot of mysterious knowledge, knowledge about death and rebirth, evil and depravity.

She has forgotten how she came to this part of the witch's remains, because she has lost her memory. Only the part of the memory she values ​​most, she would rather disappear forever than forget.

In that part of the memory, the most important noun is "sister".

"Flap! Flap!" At first, it was just a small lightning flash, which did not attract the attention of the red, yellow, and blue crystals. After seeing Elmeya's terrible magic bombardment, they were almost ready to retreat.

The task of hunting down the ruling princess of Sophia was unrestrictedly stranded before they could develop a higher-level insect weapon. This was their final consensus. Faced with opponents who can be used as a cheat to kill the army they control, this is obviously a wise choice.

"Crack! Crack!" When they noticed something wrong around them, the lightning that was originally as thick as a hair has become thicker than a finger, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

"This, what is this!" The most unstable blue crystal was frightened and rotated one thousand and eighty degrees. It is a master at long-distance command, but it is not its strong point to go on the battlefield in person. The purpose of their creation is not to fight but to command.

"Oops, this puppet is still out of control." The red crystal, who had long been worried about the puppet's condition, felt a huge crisis. Sure enough, a failed work that could not be controlled by even a vast organization, how could it be possible to immediately put it into actual combat only by the adjustment of the yellow crystal? This will be killed by it.

"Impossible, I clearly adjusted it. I order you to stop immediately, stop!" The yellow crystal yelled at the phantom puppet angrily.

However, the puppets of the witch wreckage in the body began to fuse. No, it should be that "she" did not obey the crystal's order, but gently opened her shadow, wrapped the scarred black swordsman, and then formed a huge egg-like thing.

On the shell of the egg, the black thunder light constantly flickered, making a sound of "pop! Pop!" The originally huge black shadows all shrank into the egg, as if new life was being bred.

"What's wrong again?" The blue crystal stared at the huge egg dumbfounded. Knocked it with his water chestnut, and then was electrocuted to numb all over his body.

"No one can say what kind of changes the failed work will have. In short, let's retreat first. If we don't leave, things may change." The red crystal said anxiously.

"Come out! Come out! Don't think that I don't know you when you are changed, you are my thing!" The yellow crystal also knocked the egg shell like the blue crystal, and then was electrocuted to various rotations.

Just when the three-color crystal was devastated by the puppet's mutation, the **** of death had already come to them.

"It turns out that you are making a ghost. I thought that after the end of the ancient language magic era, all of your smart crystals were broken long ago. I didn't expect to see it now." Elmeya controlled the enemy who found the correct position of the enemy by tracking magic. The death black spot in his hand showed a happy smile.

She is indeed in a good mood, after all, after so many years, she can still see the magical works of the ancient language magic period, which makes her feel very kind.

Well, it’s rare that I’m in a good mood, so I don’t just blow them into pieces. It might be nice to catch them as pets.

"Oops! I was found!" The blue crystal that was discovered that Elmea had invaded was the first to get confused, hitting the egg behind him, and then being electrocuted by various kinds of electricity.

"Retreat!" The red crystal made the most correct choice without chaos.

"I did it!" The yellow crystal yelled, and then released a beam of light to attack Almea.

Unfortunately, the intensity of the beam was so weak that Almea was bounced back without even looking.

In the panic reaction of the three-color crystals, the black egg standing behind them suddenly twisted violently, and the egg shell on the surface fell off in large chunks, exposing the crystal-like interior inside.

In the deep black crystal, there are the silhouettes of two people hugging each other. Among them, the scars have not completely disappeared. The one who clenched his teeth and insisted on holding the sword was the black swordsman who had just defeated the heroic king Yuke and then defeated by Elmea.

And what hugged her was a girl who had exactly the same face as the black swordsman, but showed a gentle expression.

"Sister, you have worked hard, and I will guard you next." After whispering softly in the ear of the black swordsman, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

At the same time, the crystal broke completely.

It was a pair of dark black eyes without any other colors, as if they were directly connected to another emptiness, dark world.

In those eyes, Elmeya saw something extraordinary. Although very small, in those black pupils, a certain pattern can indeed be vaguely seen.

That is a pattern of blood flying like spreading wings. It is a pattern that represents the supreme power of a certain race, a mark of the power of a twisting law.

"That's..." In Elmeya's memory, that was the mark that a certain race that bears the curse of misfortune would have.

It is a sad race that has been feared, feared, and persecuted by humans for a long time.

They are born with powerful power, but they will not be accepted by humans. People are afraid of them, afraid of their power, afraid of their incomprehensible abilities.

Because of the unknown, so fear, this is the nature of human beings. And the woman with that imprint in her eyes is considered to be the most powerful proof of that race.

The name of that race is-Witch.