The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

After passing through the black door, a more severe headache hit Ulysses, and some vague images flashed in front of his eyes. He couldn't see what it was, but he vaguely felt that. It's something very sad.

sad? Why, as if there was a voice ringing in his ears, it was an unavoidable question from the deepest voice in his heart.

Because, that was... Ulysses looked around blankly, wanted to answer something but couldn't answer, so he could only move forward unconsciously.

The place he came was a spiral staircase that continued to extend upwards, even if he tried to look up, he could only see a huge darkness. Ulysses didn't know where this ladder led to and what was at the end, but he just walked up blankly in the confusion of his mind.

"Da! Da!" On the long stairs, there was only the sound of Ulysses advancing alone, and in this dim and silent space, there was only him alone.

At this moment, everything seemed to be far away from him. Here, there are no his companions, no familiar voices, and some, just endless silence and coldness.

However, this did not have any effect on Ulysses. No matter how terrifying the darkness, it doesn't make sense to him. Even the dark holy grail known as "all the evils in the world" can't produce any shadow on him, let alone this darkness.

The only thing that can influence Ulysses is actually himself. The chaotic thoughts in his mind, the vague but constantly flashing memories of the scene, made him a headache so hard that he had to concentrate desperately to deal with the sudden negative emotions.

He didn't want Fali, Helen and the others to see this, such a weak appearance, he didn't want anyone to see it. If they knew that he had become like this, they would be terribly worried. No, they must not be seen.

blockade! Suppress it! Ulysses shook his head desperately. He couldn't go on like this. Now is the most important moment in the preliminaries of the Braves Conference. Fali, Helen, Lasputin, Iphia, everyone was waiting outside the door for his return. He could not be overwhelmed by negative feelings at this time.

Forget everything, no matter what it is, just close your heart deeper inside. In this way, the pain of the body and the pain of the soul. Even sadness and despair will pass without feeling.

It's okay, didn't you have this feeling before? He can make it through. Even if the mind and body become fragmented, it doesn't matter, as long as he is in a sunny place, he will definitely be able to live. This is her last...

"Hmm!" A more severe headache hit Ulysses, and countless images in the deepest part of the memory appeared one by one, but they were so vague. There is only one shadow, which becomes extraordinarily clear in those blurry pictures.

He is a well-behaved child who is always easy to be shy. With pink hair, it is always a little cramped, like a child who can do nothing without him. Even the sound of thunder and lightning would be scared, and the children next to him would often come at night.

The child's name is...

A pair of firm and unwavering red eyes emerged in front of him. They were eyes that would not be shaken even when facing everything in the world.

The owner with red eyes is a young girl standing in an endless wasteland, with silver hair braids fluttering gently behind her. In this endless wasteland, there are countless weapons inserted. And she stood at the very center of the sword mountain composed of these weapons.

Knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes... As long as they are weapons that have existed in this world, they can all be found in this wasteland. There are faint black lines in the air. In this world, it seems that only exists. For one person.

She stood alone on the top of the sword hill, her back looked so familiar and strange. That should be his familiar figure, but it's not...

"Da!" I don't know when, the continuously spiraling stairs have come to the end. Ulysses stepped on a huge square suspended in the air like a magic circle. The square itself seems to have no substance. , But stepping on it is extremely hard, hard enough to become a huge battlefield.

"Dang!" The resounding bells echoed on Ulysses' head, turning around and looking up. It turned out that the place he came was right in front of the clock tower, but at this time, the huge clock did not show the correct time. . The hour and minute hands all point to one position-twelve o'clock, midnight zero.

Accompanied by the melodious bell, countless black light spots emerged from the dial of the clock. The icy breath of death wafted out from the huge clock with the bottomless darkness. In this darkness, it seemed that something was about to move.

Soon, the object transformed into the shape of a human being. It was a figure wearing a black cloak and holding a huge sickle. The entire face was in the shape of a skull. This form is more appropriate than a person, as it is a ghost, because he is floating in the air. In the ancient legends of the mainland, this image is the appearance of the soul reaper that all life will see at the last moment.

That huge sickle exists precisely to cut off all the connections between the dead and the world. People in awe call the existence that brings the end to all lives as the "God of Death".

"You just want to see the power of the underworld. It seems that you are ready to face the horror of death..." The low and hoarse voice echoed in the dark night. This is not a human voice, but from the deepest darkness. The sound of cursing inside, the call to the next world, carries a strong breath of death from beginning to end.

Ordinary people will lose their will to survive as long as they hear this sound, but...

"Death, horror?" Ulysses opened his eyes, and the chaotic emotion that had been desperately suppressed finally broke out at this moment.

"This sickle has harvested more than a thousand lives so far. You can listen to the sounds of those dead lives..." The black figure didn't finish his words, because he suddenly felt the surroundings surrounding him. The darkness and the power of death are tumbling, as if something is about to begin.

The power of darkness, which was not at the same level as the master of the sickle, broke out from Ulysses instantly, and the negative feelings that had been suppressed all the time were vented unscrupulously like the monstrous flood that found a crack in a dam.

That is not the power that should exist in this world, nor does it belong to this world. That is, Astaroth, the strongest demon from another world, the power of the demon hidden in the blood of Ulysses.

No ceremonies were required, as Ulysses' huge dark power exploded, the red and black Demon King's sword appeared in his hand instantly. The surrounding space fluctuates, and even the huge clock tower trembles in front of this huge power.

Sad memories, forced forgotten feelings, loss of the most important thing, the sense of despair swallowed Ulysses himself at this moment, he no longer wanted to suppress, and there was no way to suppress it anymore.

The power from the Abyssal Conviction rushed into Ulysses's body madly, but unlike the past, Ulysses did not feel the slightest feeling of being filled this time. It seemed that there was a big bottomless hole in his heart, swallowing all that huge dark power into it.

The physical pain seemed to be nothing at this moment, although Ulysses could still feel the body being torn apart by the power of the huge demon. But this time, the feeling was really nothing, as if it wasn't his own body. Compared with the physical pain, the sadness and despair in his heart made him more angry.

die? Of course he knew how it felt, because, on that night, it was death that changed his destiny. When the murderer's knife pierced his heart, he felt the cold death breath more clearly than anyone.

Precisely because he had personally crossed the boundary between life and death, he knew better than anyone what it was like.

"The horror of death..." Some door in the body seemed to be opened, and a power that seemed to be vaguely felt slowly awakened from the depths of the body. That was the power that touched a corner when using the unintentional angel, and the power that also exploded around the dark holy grail.

In a world that has disappeared, once, there was a magic sword that made all gods and demons tremble.

This magic sword has cut off the wings of countless angels and the heads of countless demons.

In the final battle, the owner of this magic sword faced a legion of angels whose wings covered the sky. It was made by the supreme god, there is no gender, the soul is as pure as white paper, and there is no memory, the strongest army fighting only for the gods.

In that battle, hundreds of millions of angels fell on this magic sword, and even the supreme **** was finally pierced by this sword. The name of this magic sword is-Abyss Conviction.