The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

After a trance, Ulysses walked out of the flurry of shooting stars, and in front of him, a new road connected with him.

Die, forget all sorrows, and destroy everything!

This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. The cold like a haze of winter embraces the entire city, the sky is gray and there is no light, and the thick and dim clouds are pressing on the city, making this seemingly deserted city even more desolate and desolate.

The city was filled with silent mist. This unclear mist was like an evil spirit looking for a place to rest, and it was impossible to get it. The wet and cold body slowly floated, the waves were undulating, chasing each other, like waves on a sinister sea.

In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline, began to blur and deform.

The city occupied by this mist is like a dormant monster, which makes people feel mysterious and terrifying.

And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raised his head, and looked at the towering tower. The legendary proof that humans challenge the boundary between man and god. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and it is the trace of human beings trying to surpass themselves and reach the same height as God.

There are no humans here anymore. Standing in this shadow, looking at the tall tower still standing in the middle of the city, looking at the traces of human efforts, it seems that he is the only one left in this world.

The memories left by the city, those sorrows and joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, like the quiet tide in the soft wind at night, wave after wave, appeared in front of him. There is no loneliness, no sentimentality, and some are just memories of the history of this city. It is the privilege of the eternal to be able to do such a thing.

However, this is not a place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God imposes heavenly punishment on human beings who try to betray him. There should be no people and no lives should come back to death.

"Huh! Huh!" A violent sandstorm came. The icy sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dissipated, the thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crooked moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle covered with blood.

"Flap! Pop!" From the desert, there were neat footsteps. It was the confluence of countless voices, but there was no chaotic footsteps.

The air was filled with the smell of war and blood, and amidst the yellow sand, an army came slowly.

This army has no banner, because they no longer belong to any king. They were dressed in armor engraved with magic texts, holding two-handed long swords filled with white light, and burning flames called judgment in their void pupils.

The roaring desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate army of legends.

They should have the sword in their hand, representing the highest crystallization of human technology, to guard the city, guard their family and friends, and guard the tower that represents the hope and future of mankind. A tower of magic that can pass on knowledge from generation to generation, and eventually reach an extremely brilliant degree.

A person's power may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom is equally insignificant. But as long as you accumulate this kind of power, gather the bits and pieces of knowledge together. In the end, insignificant powers can be transcendent and sanctified, and can even surpass gods.

This city was built for that purpose. The high tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to surpass themselves, reach the highest state, and finally surpass the gods.

However, that is a thing of the past. When human desires cannot be controlled, when humans try to surpass and challenge God. God responded to the arrogance of mankind and delivered the punishment of destruction.

Everything has become nothingness, the bustling city has become ruins, and there is no one in the huge tower that can reach the sky. The knowledge and power that it took humans for thousands of years to get is vulnerable to that irresistible force.

So, here is forgotten, here is abandoned. Located in the center of the continent, this city of wisdom, which was once pinned all hope by mankind, completely disappeared on the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all historical records, this city no longer exists.

However, some people have never forgotten. Even if the body is dead, even if the soul is broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place where gods once imposed a heavenly punishment, they are still performing their tasks.

They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning that obstinacy into eternity.

They are the forgotten undead, the greatest and most sad guardians of mankind. A legion of myths born in the forgotten land. They hold the strongest weapon made by mankind in that era, so-called magic weapon that even angels can challenge.

They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of gods, and they are the strongest weapons left by the era when mankind has disappeared. In this land, no one can match them.

Except for him standing in front of them.

"Charge!" This is not a voice from someone, but a will, an instruction.

There is no tactics, and no tactics. These abandoned warriors and knights do not need such things. Even if they are faced with angels and gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and family.

Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.

"In the name of... I will bring you death." There was no sympathy, no sorrow, that was also forgotten by him. In the face of the outcasts, the outcasts of God, he just picked up a sword. A sword that was just pulled out from the ruins next to it, so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.

The black lines stretched out from him one by one. Each line is connected to a goal, to something that has been forgotten and abandoned in time.

When he swung down the sword in his hand, time stopped.

Together with the moon in the sky, he also hid in the clouds, seemingly not wanting to see what happened next.

Then, everything collapsed, and the earth, sky, army, city, and tower were all cut open and turned into fragments. This has been thrown into the void of the dimension, the ruins forgotten by everyone, finally ushered in his own death.

Give all things an equal death and destroy it. Whether it is sorrow, happiness, slow hatred, death will be the destination of everything.