The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Five minutes... Almea saw her current limit roughly. This kind of high-intensity magical warfare is too heavy on Fali's body. If the battle is not resolved after five minutes, it will probably cause irreparable damage to her weak body.

There are as many destructive magics as she wants, and there are several advanced black magics that can completely destroy this inherent enchantment at once. However, without exception, those are forbidden spells that require a lot of mana and preparation time, just like the death hymn that Fali just used.

If the opponent is not the black swordsman, perhaps she barely has the hope of success.

But in the face of swift actions and stormy attacks, let alone death hymns that require long preparation and concentration of magic, even magic that chants for more than ten seconds will not have a chance to be used.

Changing rapidly, every second may be captured by the opponent, and every second needs to calculate the action strategy for the next second. This is the summit showdown between the Sorcerer and the Swordsman.

If Fari’s enemy was this black swordsman, it would be absolutely impossible to use the death hymn.

"Repair." The dark light of chaos flashed across the black swordsman, and the damaged armor began to recover quickly, and the paralyzed body also recovered the ability to move freely. The brilliance of the stars wrapped around her, making her face look like a cold sacredness.

Then, she slowly raised the black magic sword in her hand, and the blood-red lines on the sword exuded a bright light.

Flash! The world has changed color.

Flash! The black cloud created by the black magic just now by Elmea was completely evaporated.

This sword is upright.

This sword is fair and honest.

This sword is like a flash of light, like thunder and lightning, like a storm, like a gale blowing over the infinite clear sky.

A sword shadow condensed to the extreme and turned into a formidable sword cut open the ground, pierced the sky, and struck her in front of her with the power of a straight line of black lightning that was not inferior to Elmea's just now.

"A little concentration!" Elmeya manipulated the black spot of death and ran into the sword shadow accurately again.

However, this time the death black spot that contained the magic power of the curse level could not completely block the terrible sword wind, and the remaining part of the sword wind blew through her body.

It was a cold and merciless wind, it was a violent and murderous wind, it was a wind full of malice, and easily hurt Elmea's magical body.

Elmeya felt the icy sensation that hadn't been for a long time, and the body that had been forcibly condensed with magic felt like it was about to dissipate.

There is actually this kind of characteristic, that sword... Although it has long been known that the Dark Demon Sword has extraordinary power, it actually broke through its own magical defense and injured its own body. This is in the age of ancient magic. It is also a very rare situation.

When hope turns into despair, when the belief in victory turns into the madness of fighting, will it be like that? Elmeya, who probably knew some of the prototypes of the Dark Demon Sword from Fali, adjusted her own magical fluctuations, repaired the unstable status of her body, and her eyes became more solemn.

This time, we must come up with the strongest magic sequence currently.

"Sister, finally started to be serious..." The witch in the center of Stonehenge put her hands together and looked at the black swordsman in battle tenderly.

The awe-inspiring figure and the invincible sword shadow, no matter how many years and time have passed, in her heart is also a beautiful scenery that will never fade.

Keep fighting, sister. You are the strongest, undefeated, and eternal king. No matter when, no matter what it becomes, I will always look at you silently like this, watching you fight with all your strength.

You in battle are so beautiful and so dazzling. To be able to fight with you like this, the dream has finally come true.

Sister, I like you.

As if hearing the voice of the witch, the body of the black swordsman trembled involuntarily, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. For the first time, she turned her head without order, and then saw the magnificent Stonehenge and the witch there.

The face was exactly the same as her, and the girl's body was slightly weak. Even if she became a witch, the figure there was still the same as before. Death didn't make her beauty disappear. It was a fragile beauty, a fragile beauty, which made people want to take good care of her, the beauty that was distressed.

Then she saw death. That beautiful body was brutally killed, a tragedy that even a complete body could not survive.

The king should guard his country, even at the expense of his own life.

However, the country and the people will not necessarily guard the king. They betrayed the king and caused an irreversible tragedy.

In the burning flames, death comes, fear of darkness, anxiety about the unknown, is the beginning of all tragedies.

The king was fighting desperately for the country, even though he was scarred and exhausted, the king still did not give up hope. However, the country and the people betrayed the king, and in the end, the army of only twelve knights was still guarded by the king's side, and went to the battlefield of no return with her.

The king did not leave that battlefield, until the end she was still the best king, burying all sorrow and despair in her heart, she raised the dazzling golden holy sword in her hand, so that the sky was also illuminated by the sacred light.

However, that is not the absolute truth. At the most dazzling moment, when the power of the golden holy sword reached its strongest; the last time the king was a human being, she had a wish, a wish that should not be realized.

If she had not become a king at the beginning, she had become a king who must guard everything and sacrifice everything for herself. And just an ordinary swordsman, maybe such a tragedy would not happen.

If, at that moment, she could guard her favorite sister, such a tragedy would definitely not happen.

It is the king's duty and responsibility to protect the country and the people, but she has never taken good care of her sister, the only most important relative.

Sorry for failing to protect you. Even using this life to redeem sin is not allowed. If, if possible, even if this body falls into darkness, even if the holy sword in her hand can no longer emit sacred light, she wants to protect her most important person again.

"Interesting little guy, I will give you that wish to be fulfilled. However, I don't know how many years it will take. If, at that time, the world was not destroyed."

While being swallowed by the darkness of death, the king heard the voice, the voice from the depths of the world, the end of eternity.

Now, her wish has come true. Even with such a dark and terrifying posture, she has returned to the person she needs to guard. Fighting for her with a magic sword that will no longer emit sacred light.

Now, she only needs to fight for her alone. This magic sword, just like her own figure, was born from the depths of darkness, from the darkness of another world.

The king has disappeared, and his body has also completely turned into darkness. Here, she is a fragment of the king's wish, the embodiment of darkness and despair, and a guardian who only needs to respond to her sister's willful demands to fight.

The memory of the past has become history. She doesn't need to fight for others anymore. The shadow of her, she only needs to fight for the person behind her.

This black magic sword, this black figure, all exist only for her.

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"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three waves of half-moon sword aura whizzed side by side and tore the ground, slashing towards Elmeya who was opening the defensive wall again. Cut open the wall of magic with the highest intensity easily.

"What's the matter, it's getting stronger and stronger!" The death black spot in front of Elmeya rotated at a high speed, blocking these three huge black sword auras.

Since just now, the opponent's attack frequency and speed have obviously become faster.

It's not as simple as simply increasing the power of the magic sword, but strengthening it in all directions.

Regardless of the oppressive feeling, the aura, and the cold murderous aura, they all directly raised more than one level. If her sword had a stiff puppet aura just now, then now that sword has gained its own life, exuding the smell of true death.

That is the taste that can only be found on the swords of people who have crossed countless battlefields, and that is indeed a trait that people who have been close to the edge of death countless times in battle will have. What stood in front of her was neither a puppet nor a phantom made by magic, but a true dark warrior, a strong man who had fallen into the dark side.

Even in the period of ancient magical wars, such strong people are few and far between. People who can survive in countless battlefields, whether they stick to their beliefs or eventually fall into the dark, are absolutely terrifying powerhouses.

Moreover, she clearly saw the other person's eyes, which were different from the completely emotionless eyes just now, and now in those beautiful golden eyes, there was an extraordinary determination and fighting intent.

That is the look that a person with great conviction will have, and a person who has such a look, whether he chooses brilliance or darkness, will be an absolute powerhouse.

They will not hesitate, will not look back, and when they have chosen their own path, they will never retreat. Even if the choice is a wrong, doomed path of tragedy.

"Three minutes." Elmeya caught the black spot of death that was hit by continuous attacks to the floating point. There was no time. Although the opponent's strength was beyond expectation, she would not just give in.

Before she saw the big liar and knocked him on the head with the prepared magic wand, she would never lose her breath! I believe Lala must think so too, if she returns to this world smoothly.

The strongest attack magic sequence, launch!