The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Seeing Buster, who was wearing a heavy armor of thorns and like a steel fortress, came on the field, the audience of the magic united battle shouted excitedly.

"Oh oh oh oh oh! What a weird guy, he looks very strong!"

"Come on, don't lose to a woman!"

"Monsters are going to be like monsters, so what's the matter with women coming to the competition."

Standing in front of Buster, it was one of the only two female contestants in this competition, dressed in a light silver cloak, standing quietly on the other side of the battlefield.

"That's two of the three people that Lake has said that needs attention..." Ulysses stared at the two people on the court. Lake was right. Both of them are definitely super strong. From them, naturally exudes the unique power of the strong.

A woman wearing a cloak has the smell of wind, the kind of unpredictable, invisible wind; and the black-clad monster like a steel fortress shows pure "strong" and overwhelming. Tough. Even after such a long distance, one can still feel the oppressive feeling that makes people chill behind their backs.

The black side is stronger, but Ulysses got the answer at first glance.

And this is also felt by the women who directly confronted Buster.

Strong, too strong, stronger and more unfathomable than all the enemies she has encountered. It's just the inadvertent aura that gave her the feeling that the blood was about to coagulate.

However, this does not discourage her. After the brief surprise, there was an indescribable sense of excitement, as if something was burning deep in the body.

Really, if this goes on, isn't she the same as the Fighter Wolf who has only muscles in her head.

Maybe that's good too.

"Huh!" The silver cloak flew into the sky, and then was blown away by the wind, revealing a beautiful figure under the cloak-that is a figure that Ulysses is no stranger to.

The slender legs, the tall chest, the pair of pointed ears and the long hairy silver tail hanging behind her represent her race. The mysterious bloodline from the far north, the legendary silver wolf tribe with immortality.

The long silver hair was divided into two bundles. The larger one was tied back lightly, while the smaller one was tied carefully, wearing a beautiful ring-shaped ornament hanging over the shoulder. On the left side, with the pair of silver ears that stretched out to each other, it looked indescribably cute.

Ulysses did not know many Silver Wolf tribes, only two. And there is only one woman—the beautiful and powerful Lin who is loved by Kanka.

However, Lin now is obviously different from the Lin who was in the brave tournament. How should I put it, it seems that there is a few sharp aura missing, but a lot more soft and cute like a girl, and it is completely invisible to be a terrible top fighter.

"Why is she here?" Ulysses was very confused. It was obviously meaningless for the fighters of the Supreme Cult to participate in this kind of underground competition. It is hard to imagine that the members of the Paladins will be short of money.

Perhaps, she was also here to challenge her limits, just like Kanka's cousin, Black Lion Rek. Wait, if Lin is there, then is Kanka...

Ulysses cast his gaze to the auditorium. Unsurprisingly, his familiar friend was shouting something in a conspicuous place. Because he was so far apart, I couldn't really hear what he was talking about, but he was probably cheering for Lin.

Then, Ulysses witnessed a dark kidnapping incident. The gloomy black magic lion grabbed Kanka with the gesture of an eagle catching a chicken, and then dragged him into the dark corner.

May the Supreme God bless you, Kanka. Ulysses drew a cross on his chest, praying for his best friend.

At this moment, the battle on the field has begun.

Without too much language, facing an incredibly powerful opponent, Lin did not defend or retreat, but took the lead in attacking. The blood that seemed to be burning in her body pushed her, inspired her, and gave her tremendous strength.

How does it feel? Everything around became clear. The flow of air, the ups and downs of dust, and even the twisting angle of light can be seen clearly. This kind of feeling has never happened before, but it is here and on this battlefield that I awakened.

Originally, it was just to train yourself to participate in this underground competition. But now, I can't stop, and I don't want to stop. This feeling, this power, seems to be calling something.

This is not like her at all. As the secret operation team of the Paladins, she should be more cautious, more careful, and more sensible. But this burning feeling can't stop, can't stop!

The throat is so thirsty, it seems to drink something good. Hot, sweet-smelling things.

"My name is Taboo, and my blood is a flame. Here, burn it!" Lin, who was extremely excited, forgot the gap between herself and her opponent, and forgot everything around her. The treasure made by Saint Silver dissolved in her palm and recast, and finally turned into a sharp claw sleeve, a claw sleeve burning with a flame like ice and snow.

"One of my blows will surely cause a **** storm!"

This is Lin's obsession, this is Lin's oath, and also her strength! In the cold whistling sound, the silver claws ripped Buster's armor at lightning speed.

"Oh!" Buster looked slightly surprised at the claws tearing his armor apart. There seemed to be some unusual power in that claw, otherwise it would be impossible to tear off the special worm coat he was wearing now.

However, it ends here. Buster stretched out his right fist and randomly hit the silver claw.

"Gah!" The sharp holy silver claws were instantly shattered and turned into countless silver shavings flying all over the sky.

No, it's too crispy.

"Hey, die!" Lin's body was flying in the air as if weightless. Then the silver shavings that had been shattered into pieces quickly reunited in her hands, transformed into new sharp claws again, and then spun beautifully.

"Hah!" With a cold cutting sound, Buster's head and neck were cut off cleanly.

But that's it. The only thing that was cut off was the insect coat. Buster's neck inside the clothes didn't even leave a scar. In the sleek cut part, the green body can be vaguely seen.

"What?" Lin was sure, her claws really ripped the opponent's armor, and then grabbed his body. However, it was not like the body of a human being or any kind of creature, but rather like the shell of some strange insect. Swinging his claws with all his strength, he couldn't even see a wound.

"Not bad, at your level." Buster shook his neck, a little itchy. In terms of fighting skills, this little girl of the orc race is really quite outstanding.

However, that's it, her combat power is not enough to become his opponent. To make him serious, he must be at least as good as the Dark Swordsman who killed him once.

"Huh!" Lin saw the opponent's movement, but her body couldn't react. When she had just made a defensive posture, the opponent had grabbed her neck and lifted her whole body easily.

"Die." Buster wasn't even interested in crushing Lin's neck, and directly pressed her body to the ground.

"Boom!" The ground trembled violently. The sound of rock cracking and the sound of breaking bones mixed together, making people shudder.

The gap was too big, just as John Cena's choke-throat attack was ineffective against Ulysses. Lin's full blow could not cause any harm to Buster, and he didn't even have the qualifications to make him serious.

Buster's strength has completely surpassed the limit she can detect.

Body, shattered, dying? Lin's consciousness, who was pushed into the ground by Buster, had begun to blur, and everything from the past began to appear in her mind.

Born in a cold tribe, a barren village, a simple tribe, a hard and happy childhood. The joy of being taught knowledge, the confusion and hesitation of coming to the human world, and then making up my mind to work hard for the future of my own race.

After finally becoming stronger, close to your ideals, are you going to die like this?

Want power? It seemed that I heard that voice again, heard that heartbeat, that strange, familiar voice.

Want, want that kind of power, powerful, powerful.

No, regret it?

No, no matter what, I won't regret it.

Then, think about it, remember who you are, what you are, and what you really look like.

I... what I really look like? who? Lin stretched out her hand in confusion, as if she wanted to grasp something, she wanted to see something. In the eyes that had lost their color, some extraordinary light faintly appeared.

"Well, this is!" Buster took a quick step back, staring at the broken ground he had created in amazement. He smelled it, smelled a dangerous breath, a terrible breath.

boom! The earth burned, and the atmosphere of destruction covered the entire underground cave.

"It's hot!" Ulysses gasped. From just now, someone was calling him, calling him with a loud voice. Not through the sound, but through the soul, calling him loudly at the closest distance.

Envy, restlessness, anger, joy, what does it feel like? Who is this?

The red, red thread stretched out from Lin's hands and feet. Like a delicate tattoo, like a beautiful pattern, little by little, it makes her more beautiful.

The blood that was bound by the red thread, bound, asleep, awakened little by little in Lin's body. She was completely defeated by Buster's blow, and she was about to break her hands and feet. She raised her head on the burning earth.

"I am the origin, I am the ancestor, I am a disaster, I am not supposed to exist, I am virtuous and beautiful..."