The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

The ground with countless cracks thrown by Helen's throw was twisted like a wave on the sea, and then countless huge cracks extended in all directions centered on Helen's hands, like a beast with a big mouth, will fall to the ground. All the lives of are swallowed in.

"Boom!" Accompanied by the violent explosion, the scarred ground finally couldn't withstand such a powerful bombardment and cracked. Something roared out of the earth, bringing out a frenzied air current, tearing everything to pieces.

After everything calmed down, only the warrior with black and white armor was left on the shattered ground. The huge geared epee was inserted diagonally into a piece of rock, and the continuously rotating and cutting gears were completely silent. The entire space Only the sound of rubble falling occasionally, seemed extremely quiet.

In this deathly silence, strands of black lines are winding under the earth, passing through countless rubble, and marching towards the end of the world.

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This is the battlefield, not far away, where the armies of both sides fought fiercely. However, no warrior will step into this area. This is where the two top swordsmen will decide their victory or defeat.

As Alzeria remembered, Musa, the sword devil in front of her, wore a bright red armor. There seemed to be some flame burning in the huge helmet. It was the fire of desire who longed to see the limit of sword skills. In order to see what the strongest sword looks like, this devil has traveled all over the continent and even finally found the evil Grand Duke Garibaldi who is said to have the Holy Grail that can satisfy his wishes.

To some extent, the evil Grand Duke Garibaldi satisfies his wish, but instead of showing him the strongest sword skills, he strengthens his own evil sword skills and tells him that this is the strongest. sword. In order to verify this, the devil began to participate in the war.

He will not attack ordinary people. There is only one kind of target in his eyes-a swordsman or a knight who is also a seventh-level powerhouse. Of course, as the inheritor of the golden holy sword, the knight of the holy sword, she finally became the opponent of the devil.

Although it was Arcelia's victory in the end, it was not a victory at the level of sword skills. But because her treasure finally suppressed the power of the opponent's evil sword, she persisted to the end in the battle that was both wounded.

"Very strong, are you the strongest swordsman in that group of apostles?" The Devil of Sword held the thick-edged sword back in his hand, and the flame in the armor was burning. In the previous battle, the contest between the two sides was irrelevant, and no one could find a gap for the opponent.

The testers chosen by the Supreme Cult were not randomly selected. Every profession is a relatively strong one who tries his best to find him. He is exactly the warrior pursuing the strongest sword skills in the Paladins. After reading the information about the sword devil, he even felt that this person was very similar to himself. It's just that the sword devil finally chose the dark path, and he came to the Holy Knights of the Supreme Sect to compete with other seven-level powerhouses.

Devil of Sword, he likes this name very much. Purely pursuing the limit of sword skills, even turning into a devil would not hesitate to do so. This is exactly what he feels like. If, the devil is no longer a purely derogatory term, since the dark profession was recognized by the mainland and became a formal professional system. The devil, the word that represents human fear, has become a symbol of strength in a sense.

"Maybe there is the strongest sword skill in the world. But even if you learn it, it doesn't mean invincibility. If you really understand this, you won't be clinging to this boring ideal." Alzeria Holding the invisible sword in his hand, he said calmly.

Her sword skills began with the most basic knight sword skills, and then gradually formed after countless cruel battles on the battlefield. There is no mystery at all, but it is the most suitable sword skill for her. In the thousands of battles, this has become a part of her life, even if she changes her body, the feeling engraved in the soul will not disappear.

"Invincible? I have never thought about that kind of thing. All I want to know is what the strongest sword skill looks like. Is it the sacred sword of the brave of light of the Supreme God? Or is it the dragon slaying of the dragon slayer? Sword? Or, is it the sword of heraldry that is said to have been lost? Just think about those legendary sword skills that have surpassed the limits of humans. Also a little excited.

"This is my dream, the pursuit of my life, how dare you be boring! Let's start, the real battle, the warm-up time is over!"

"My sword is a **** sword! Expand, **** sword dance!"

A thick **** smell erupted from the swordsman in the red armor. When he finished reciting the last word, the blood-red light scattered around him seemed to be alive, all absorbed back into his body by him, and then gathered to that one. On the sword.

The thick-edged sword in his hand could originally reflect the blade of a human shadow. After absorbing these huge **** breaths, the entire body of the sword turned dark red. That is the light that can be emitted by the solidification of countless blood! It is a veritable **** sword.

Then, he raised the giant sword in his hand and swung forward! A blood-red light broke through the sword and slashed towards Arcelia on the opposite side.

This sword! With the overwhelming momentum, as if wanting to open up the heavens!

This sword has a never-returning momentum, as if it won't stop without tearing the opponent apart.

Arcelia's figure disappeared in a flash, flashing away the sword energy from the side. However, things were not as simple as she thought, countless intertwined red sword lights formed a big net and spread over her. The other party's figure was also constantly moving, and she didn't give her a chance to lock in.

Although he couldn't hear other people's opinions like the previous sword devil, this fighting skill was not worse than that of the devil, and even stronger. It really deserves to be the elite of the Supreme Holy Knight Order.

However, something is still missing... Alzeria lowered her focus a bit and stepped back...

The black line is still extending. The battlefield of Arseria and Musa the Devil of Sword, the battlefield of Sharon and the assassin Puharten, the battlefield of Mihalu and the Tyrant of Morningstar... all the gates of trials are These black lines appeared. Even in the hall of the castle lord where no one arrived, only the black warrior Anakin was sitting alone, these black lines appeared quietly.

And these lines are actually all connected together, and their end is Ulysses floating in front of the black **** of death on the high bell tower.

The **** of death, holding the black sickle in both hands, has never felt such a strange aura. Compared with the death aura he grasps, the death aura flowing out of the opponent is countless times thicker, which is simply not a level of power.

How many people have to kill so much life? His black sickle is contaminated with the breath of death of more than a thousand people, and the breath of death on the opposite side is countless times stronger than him. To reach this level, how many people need to be killed?

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million... No, it's not that way, it's not just a matter of quantity. What died in his hands was the army on the battlefield, and what was it that died on the black magic sword? What is this feeling that makes the soul tremble!

It is no longer possible to describe the horror in words. Compared to him, the dark swordsman named Astarot is closer to the concept of "Reaper" countless times. It seems that he himself is a collection of countless powers of death. Vaguely, he even saw countless souls swimming by his side.

The entire space has long been shrouded in bottomless darkness, and the place affected by this darkness is far more than this bell tower. The engulfed and polluted place continues to expand. This is created by the power of the space demon ten-dimensional cube. The castle is being eroded, eroded by the black thread extending from Ulysses.

As the root of everything, Ulysses was totally unconscious about this, and now he was looking indifferently at the death **** in the black cloak opposite. In fact, his eyes have long lost focus, and what is reflected in his eyes is not the enemy close at hand, but other things.

I don't know when, his mind and body were out of touch, and the power of the demon that poured out from the abyss of conviction did not make him feel the slightest pain, as if it was not his own body. He was looking at his body in a way that didn't matter to him, regardless of whether it was pain or distortion, he had nothing to do with him.

In the body, there seems to be a hole, a hole that can never be filled, in that hole, something seems to be slowly awakening.

The horror of death... Or, it really looks like something like that, infinitely far and infinitely dark, as if it's never possible to reach the end.

That was the feeling he had experienced once, as if he had entered an infinite abyss, seeing nothing, feeling nothing.

That is the end of death.