The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Sigh, cry! The flower of destruction will eventually bloom all over the earth, all life will gradually calm down in the colorful breath, and everything will start again.

Don't cry for me, don't be afraid anymore, please call my name gently, Saya’s daughter of the flower of life, open your eyes.

From the huge green flower bud, Saya's singing came again. But this time, the voice was not like the sound of the dead souls without ups and downs before, but a song that was sweeter and more magical than the wraith banshees.

What's this? The butler, who is a ghost, probably couldn't feel it, but Angela, who was not completely dead, could easily feel the complicated and terrifying power in the air. Not the pure force of death, nor the pure force of life.

This kind of feeling, she had never encountered before, the power of life and death was perfectly mixed on the flower of Saya. From the green flower buds, there is a power that makes all lives afraid.

The several underground plants growing in the corners of the tomb seemed to be infected by this power, and the leaves that were drooping because of the lack of sunlight were twisted strangely. If someone observes carefully, they can find that these plants are no longer the original life. Under Saya's power, they completely transformed into another life form.

The black leaves are covered with strange bloodshot eyes, and there are teeth-like things on the weak main stem. This kind of plant has broken away from the identity of the underground plant and has become a dark existence with its own magic power.

At this time, the flowers that wrapped Saya slowly bloomed.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...The light green petals spread out one by one, exuding a soft fragrance. If it weren't for the existence of the power that mixed life and death, such a scene would probably make everyone feel comfortable.

As the petals unfolded, Saya's figure wrapped in this flower slowly appeared in front of Angela and the housekeeper ghost.

Contrary to Angela's expectation, Saya, who was truly transformed into a human form, actually looked like a lovely girl who was only twelve or thirteen years old.

The long light green hair that was exactly the same color as the flower of the Saya, poured down like a waterfall until it was close to the feet. Among them, two strands of slightly shorter hair hung in front of the shoulders, reflecting the delicate face without any impurities.

The color of the eyes is also the kind of faint green. However, what is not commensurate with the appearance is that the clear and cold pupils are not glaring that makes people feel cute. How should I put it, I feel that I can see through everything, and I no longer care about everything in my eyes. Just looking at it, it feels like the soul will be swallowed. Those eyes seemed to be born with a huge magical nature.

It seemed that the weak girl was wearing only a short dress, which only slightly covered her body, and most of her tender skin was exposed to the air. This is a short white sleeveless skirt that is so simple that there is almost no decoration. Except for a black bow on the chest, there is no other color. However, this pure white skirt, with the smooth and tender skin, will indeed make people feel very cute.

The petals covering Saya have been completely unfolded, and now Saya is standing in the middle of the flower, gently breathing the faint fragrance of flowers in the air.

"It's been a long time since I went out in the form of a living body. It feels a bit strange." After looking at her hands and feet exposed in the air, Saya showed a strange look, as if this was not the body she should have.

"I also feel weird, Saya, is this what you really look like?" As Saya gave Angela the impression that she was an eccentric wizard, seeing this little girl-like body, there really is no Reality.

"It should be right. Before I transformed into a necromantic form, I seemed to be like this. However, I almost forgot. To me, it doesn't matter what I look like. Changing my form means changing my clothes. Almost." Saya replied casually after looking at his current girl's body indifferently.

"You..." Although she wasn't a normal type, it was the first time Angela saw a girl who disregarded her own existence.

"Okay, the transformation is complete. After recycling this, let's leave." Saya completely ignored Angela's expression and waved his hand relaxedly.

"Flap! Pop!" The green flower under her feet split into countless petals in an instant, and the vines were completely destroyed.

The petals floating in the air are shrinking at an incredible speed, and the pale green petals have also become translucent. Then, these translucent petals flew one by one behind Saya, and then slowly combined.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces... Countless petals gathered behind Saya in a strange way, and then combined. Soon, a pair of pale green wings composed purely of petals stretched out behind Saya.

The translucent petals exude a faint fragrance, like the feathers of a legendary angel, forming Saya's wings piece by piece. If these petals were not pale green but pure white, they would probably be like a real angel feather.

The current Saya is enveloped in pale green wings exuding a faint fragrance, and the exposed skin looks crystal clear under the light of the wings. If you didn't know that the girl in front of you was a necromancer with terrifying power, probably everyone would think that this was an elf that descended from the sky.

Miss Saya’s wings were finally seen again. This is not the power that was lost to the death altar. If the power of the death altar represents the power of death, this pair of wings represents the infinite power of life. And Miss Saya, who can control these two powers at will, is the one who has the most hope to become the new demon king. Seeing Saya's brand new form, the butler ghost almost shouted out.

"Saya, do you have the blood of the fairy clan? This seems to be very similar to the life force they like to use." Looking at Saya with wings on his back, Angela asked with some care.

"The power of the fairies?? That kind of power can only manipulate some plants. My power is enough to change all living things. If I want to, it is easy to turn all the people in a town into demons. If someone asks for trouble If you don’t, I don’t mind turning him into an immortal piece of flesh.” Saya simply dismissed Angela’s question.

"However, that kind of thing is troublesome when you think of it. Angela, if someone comes to trouble me, let you pierce them all. There is no need to waste my power on those guys. Compared to this, I am against that. A few lovely girls are more interested. Such beautiful, innocent, and lovely works of art have really never been seen before." Saya seemed to be much more happy when it came to Helen and the others.

"Of course, even if you don't say it, if those men who don't have eyes come to make trouble. I will let them taste the flames on this red-eyed dragon gun." Perhaps the strange power in the air began. The reason for the disappearance, Angela also returned to normal. How proud she would allow this to happen.

"This is just like you, Angela. Butler, you stay, and Angela and I went on a trip. The time is uncertain. For me, there is not much difference between one year and ten years. If necessary, I I will use magic to summon you." After speaking, Saya gently shook the wings behind him, causing the death altar in the center of the cemetery to disappear into the air.

"Understood, please be careful. If you have any problems in life, call me right away. Leave the responsibility to stay behind." The butler ghost didn't mean to stop him, anyway, Saya has the power to summon him anytime, anywhere. Besides, there must be someone in this tomb.

"By the way, the core of the artificial monster entrusted by Seven Wings has been built for them. If they come, just give them. The remuneration has already been paid. If they have any requests, please write them down and wait until I come back. Or just tell me when you call you." As if thinking of something, Saya turned and said to the butler ghost.

"Okay, are those seven-level cores?"

"Yes, the materials are also theirs anyway, this kind of 7th-level monster core without real wisdom, I still look down on..."

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"Helen, don't be like this. Many people are watching." Ulysses, who was in the team with Helen and Aya, was in distress today. Aiya was quieter this time, and seemed to be studying some new magic, but Helen was so enthusiastic that he blushed a little.

"Dad, Helen likes you." Even though he has said it many, many times, Helen still likes to say this in front of Ulysses while hugging her tightly. Because Ulysses was in the carriage, Ulysses couldn't escape even trying to hide.

"Aya, you can talk about it too." In desperation, Ulysses could only turn his help-seeking gaze to Aya, who was studying something.

"This is normal, Master, even if you treat Helen like this, that way, or... It doesn't matter. Helen will be very, very happy. And her body's endurance is superb, even if you don't... Worried about the bad consequences." Aiya raised her head from the book she was holding, and said solemnly.

"Aya, what are you reading..." Rows of black lines have appeared on Ulysses' head.

"Ah, did you say this? This is a masterpiece of the devil world—the biography of the Demon King of Desire, the story of the lustful and shameless devil and a thousand princesses."