The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Is it okay with Little Farrie's body? Lord Sage." Compared to the destruction caused by the Golden Mountain of the Heroic King Yuke, Victoria obviously cares more about Farrie's body, which is now controlled by Elmea.

Fali gained the power of Elmeya, the sage of the age of magic in the ancient language, and Victoria knew about the power of Elmeya, the origin of the glory of the El family. However, seeing the ancestor in the family legend officially gave her a strange feeling.

After all, this great sage is a real man from the age of magic in ancient languages. It is hard to imagine that after so many generations, she can continue to exist and reappear in this world through Fali's body.

What a powerful magic power, what an indestructible will is needed for this. In that place in the family legend, how did the sage survive this long time that the world has completely changed.

"She should sleep for a while, take good care of her and it will be fine." Although the last magic is useless, Elmeya still showed tired eyes, and the fluctuation of the magic power that constitutes her body is also a little unstable. stand up.

The eighth level of super-limit magic warfare is still too reluctant for the current Fali. She couldn't control even the most basic form of the Dark Holy Grail, and she still didn't have the qualifications to fight against the real eighth-level powerhouse. This state will naturally affect Elmeya who uses the same body.

Of course, if any eighth-level powerhouse was accidentally involved in the death hymn released by Fali, there would be only a dead end.

What Fali lacks now is not magic, but control. The death hymn, the ultimate curse that does not require too much control and kills all lives, is very suitable for her now.

"It's almost time for me to rest, and there will always be a chance to see you again in the future. She will ask you when I am asleep." Almea looked at Princess Victoria with a soft gaze. She knows Fali's dependence on the princess. She and Fali are both her own outstanding descendants...

"However, a liar who shoots at his own descendants cannot be forgiven."

"Ah..." Ulysses in the distance felt chills behind him, and felt a very powerful malice, as if he wanted to knock him to death.

However, soon, the malice disappeared without a trace. It is replaced by sweet, hopeful and cheerful love.

Needless to say, this is obviously proof that Fali has returned to her body and that Elmea is sleeping again.

"Big brother! Thank you!" Farri, who had recovered her self-consciousness, closed her hands sincerely and prayed to Ulysses in the distance, just like a little nun praying to her own god.

Being controlled by Elmea, she didn't know what happened just now, but she took it for granted that victory must have her own big brother's share. This pious belief is unconditional and does not require any doubt.

"Ah...actually..." Ulysses wanted to tell Farrie that the power he had transmitted just now was rejected. However, before he could answer, the hard-won contact had been broken.

"Huh...huh..." After expressing full gratitude to her beloved elder brother, the lovely little princess Fali fell asleep.

These things that happened today are really exhausting for her.

"What a good boy, sleep well, my sister will protect you." Victoria put the goose down fan in her hand on Fali's body, and then hugged her in her arms.

"It's really good to be carefree, and this king also thinks it's good." The heroic king Yuke shrugged and continued to march north with Princess Victoria.

Behind them is the battlefield that has disappeared. The icy north blows past, seeming to sing an elegy for the many lives buried here.

...

In another faraway place, in a corner forgotten by the world, the light slowly lit up.

"Snapped!"

"Crack!"

"It hurts! What is this place." A somewhat confused voice sounded in the empty hall, echoing in this ancient building.

"It's so dark, so narrow, where is this?"

He couldn't see anything, his eyes were pitch black, and he couldn't move his hands and feet, just like a prisoner who was **** and stuffed into a narrow place. This is how the owner of the voice feels now.

"Crack!" A cold piercing sound sounded in the hall, a black magic sword pierced something, and then the light illuminated the whole world.

"Here is..." The witch in black looked around her with inexplicable eyes, and then found that she seemed to be inside a church.

This is a small church, and it seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. Although the tables and chairs are neatly arranged, there is no sign of anyone sitting on them.

In the center of the church, there is a huge white cross. In this empty church, it is particularly eye-catching. From the ceiling of the church, a soft white light was shot, making the cross more sacred.

And where she is, just behind the white cross. To be precise, it is the inside of a white holy cabinet. And her sister fell into her arms and pierced the white holy cabinet, which seemed to be the last force she stabbed.

Why did you come to this place? The last memory of the witch was that huge mountain of gold that smashed her Stonehenge into pieces.

The inherent barrier she unfolded completely lost its effect in front of that kind of unreasonable weapon, and she couldn't even escape.

If she was crushed by something like that, she would have died completely. Why, she did not die, but came to this church, locked in this white holy cabinet?

Moreover, this church...

A witch who does not believe in the Supreme God, or even a witch who does not believe in any gods at all, can easily perceive the sacred and warm feeling left in this church. This feeling does not come from any powerful magic, nor does it come from a sacred object with power, it is purely a characteristic of the church itself.

There are no magnificent decorations, no statues of many angels, and no gorgeous frescoes on the ceiling. The main color of the whole church is single white, but it does not give people a dull and boring feeling.

It should be said that the layout of this church is very clever, giving people a sacred and comfortable feeling. Even a witch who uses dark power will not be rejected by the light energy here.

But I don't know why, she just looks at this place is not pleasing to the eye, and there is a feeling that it is getting worse and worse, and she has the urge to destroy everything here and make it messy.

But another strange feeling told her that no matter what she smashed this place into, it would not cause any substantial damage to this church. Because here is a special place, a place that has been forgotten by the world and will no longer accept others.

"Here, what the **** is going on..." The witch pressed her forehead, her memory began to be confused. She has not figured out where the memory of this church came from. There are too many things in her body. As a failed magic puppet, she has lost too much, leaving only the most precious part of the fragments that would rather die than forget.

The memory of the real past has been completely blurred, perhaps this is the price she has to pay.

However, this is not important anymore. At least, the most important and treasured treasure for her is still by her side.

"Sister Arcelia, we are still alive, we are alive together." Sitting next to the black swordsman who had passed out because of excessive use of magic power, the witch showed a gentle smile that would never be shown in front of others.

Sister survived and stayed with herself, this was her only little wish. It doesn't matter what the world becomes, what human being becomes like, what she becomes like herself does not matter.

However, her little wish has never been realized. Among the fragments of past memories, the one that left the most was the figure of the older sister who was carrying too many heavy responsibilities and walking towards the battlefield.

In fact, my sister also yearns for peace and happiness.

If possible, if there is someone who is more suitable to become a king, she would not choose to embark on the path of a king.

She just wants to protect the country and the people, and fight desperately for this. What can be exchanged is the suspicion of the country and the people.

The king has everything.

The king got everything.

The strongest holy sword.

The undefeated king.

Under these auras, many people became jealous and uneasy. But my sister didn't realize that she was too perfect, and her ideal posture was too dazzling for people with a dark side in her heart.

People should not be perfect, and the perfect king should not appear in reality. So, in the end they betrayed, those who don't want to see the ideal king appear...

"Sister, you believe in humans too much. Human beings are full of betrayal and will not keep oaths, but only care about their own creatures..."

"Sister, you didn't do anything wrong. What is wrong is the people who betrayed you, forget them, forget all that."

"Now, it's okay. Sister, we can always be together in the future, to see places we haven't seen, and see beautiful scenery that we haven't seen before."

"My wish has been fulfilled."

In the misty mysterious forest, in the small white church, the witch hugged her sister and entered a peaceful dream. She hasn't slept like this for a long, long time, and in the chaotic memory fragments, she seems to hear a voice from the past, the voice of someone smiling in this church.

"Lily, it's called the mobile church here, it's..."

"Dad, I have grown up and I am no longer a child. I am a princess, and I will use the princess's name in the future and call me Liliji!"