The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

At this time, Ulysses had no way to think so much. Walking in the galaxy, he unknowingly walked in a certain direction.

There is the center of this starry sky world and the core of this silver starry sea. There seemed to be something calling him.

It was a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar. It seemed that he had heard the call from here more than once, but until this moment he was really close to it.

Yes, every time he uses the starry sky magic, he can vaguely feel that voice. When he first summoned the brilliance of the starry sky, in that incredible dream, and when he asked the dark princess Ka Lei about the magical nature of the starry sky, he heard its voice.

Closer, closer, passing through the vortex of countless nebulae, and walking through countless dark caves, Ulysses finally came to the center of this silver galaxy.

Then he saw what was left there.

It was a broken mirror, a mirror that was incomplete but still shining with dim stars. Surrounded by the brilliance of countless stars, this mirror, which has barely left much intact part, is still working hard to radiate its own light.

"Legacy of the old age..." Looking at the mirror that was almost broken into countless pieces, Ulysses felt as if he understood something.

But in retrospect, he actually didn't know anything about it, even where it was. Just looking at the incomplete mirror, there is always an inexplicable sentimental feeling, as if seeing a projection of something.

When he woke up, his hands had already unknowingly held the incomplete mirror, and then some broken images flashed through his mind quickly.

The huge wings, the roaring multi-faceted monsters, the black mist, the beam that cuts off the sky and the earth, and the huge world tree that unfolded are all huge and unbelievable strange scenery. However, there are also a few things that Ulysses are familiar with, such as the magic sword that has a slightly different shape but still exudes terrifying magic.

That is the sword of the demon king that now belongs to him-the conviction of the abyss.

However, apart from this sword, there was nothing he was familiar with. Those memories that are too fragmented can't piece together any complete picture. If it weren't for the conviction of the abyss now has become a part of his life, he has been fighting with him, he would not be able to confirm it from the flashing fragments. Traces.

The amount of information contained in those broken memory fragments, even if it is only a trivial little bit, is not understandable to him now. For him now, it seems too early to directly touch things at that level.

However, while getting them, Ulysses felt that he was different from before. It is not a change in the body, but a change in another level, the soul level.

This change is not obvious at first, but the more fragments you accept, the more obvious the feeling. How can I describe it? It's like looking at the infinitely deep blue sky all the time, and the body and heart are unknowingly melted into the sky.

Is this change? With the sensation of slowly blending into the body, everything in the past gradually faded away, replaced by a soft but slightly indifferent feeling. In the shaking starlight, everything began to become unreal.

The world is still that world, but the one who sees this world has changed. The whole world, from infinitely broad, as huge as the infinite unknown, slowly becomes smaller. It seems that as long as you close your eyes, you can hold the whole world in the palm of your hand.

If we say that the previous world was a huge egg, all life in this world is contained in it. So now he has left this egg, and can look at the world that has contained him, this huge egg with a clearer and more rational look.

The world did not change because of him, but he changed himself. Therefore, the world began to become unreal in his eyes.

"Everything in this world is not real, does it mean this feeling?" Ulysses was puzzled. He can't express it well, but he thinks this is wrong. This world is obviously so real. He lives in this world and has many partners. He has had unforgettable pains, and he has also been moved to be healed and protected.

This is a very good place, not a dream-like unreal world. Even if this is a dream, it is also a beautiful and real dream.

"I'm here, here." Ulysses said to the world, to the infinite starry sky. Even though he himself is so small and insignificant relative to this starry sky, he is here now, coming here with his own will.

"Ding!" The incomplete mirror in his hand seemed to have finally fulfilled its mission and completely turned into fragments. Then these fragments turned into countless light spots flying in the center of the galaxy, and finally gathered into a small group of light.

This little light came to Ulysses with nostalgia, and then flew into his body, filling his body with new power.

Then, Ulysses' body glowed and felt the light. It was not that he summoned himself, but the light found him and attracted other types of light at the same time.

The brilliance of the stars has a beautiful temptation. When Ulysses really found it and incorporated its power into his body, these lights instinctively began to look for his companions, which is the easiest to obtain in this world. It is also the most popular kind of high-level light energy.

The energy of this light is pure and beautiful, full of divine breath. Because of the prayers of countless people and the use of countless people, a large number of them remain in the atmosphere of this world, in buildings, and around people.

Perhaps light is weak from a small area, but if viewed from a large-scale perspective and at the level of the "world" itself, these lights are simply everywhere, and there is no more attractive target than them.

Even with that, Ulysses himself felt the light energy that began to gather around him and could be used by him at will. This kind of energy is not unfamiliar to him, even the ideal power he has been dreaming of.

This is the light that countless people in this world look forward to. It has many, many names, is called the power of miracles, the representative of hope, and has saved countless people from hunger and war.

This is the brilliance of divine art that can only be used by believers in the Supreme God.