I just covet their strength

Chapter 28 I am not noble enough to resist temptation
In the open space in front of the Great Temple, the trialists were taking their places one after another, holding the Holy Emblem in their hands tightly and leaning close to their teammates. This way, they would be quite close after being teleported to the secret realm. .

In the Secret Realm Trial, team action is not prohibited, or teamwork is actually encouraged.

Of course there are loners, and there is no lack of lone wolf style people everywhere, especially some more confident masters who are unwilling to share their achievements with others.

The one closest to the Great Temple was Lecia who was standing in front of the door from the beginning. Just like at the ball, a vacuum zone automatically existed wherever she was, and everyone avoided it, even if Lecia was clearly there. He is a tester who is more qualified than anyone else.

Only Westhead and Urda walked over openly and stood side by side with Lesia.

After hearing the approaching footsteps, Lesia already knew who was coming. Just like that night, only one person would approach her without hesitation.

So the silver-haired dragon girl turned around and asked:

"Weiss, can I team up with you?"

"Of course, I was the one who invited you first. I just didn't expect you to do this. The consequences could be disastrous."

Westhead sighed. Although he had thought about asking Lesia to be his teammate, he didn't think about it after learning that it was not an option.

But Lesia actually ran directly to the Great Temple to throw dragon thunder at the [Supreme Holy Tree]. This kind of blasphemous and provocative behavior is simply courting death!
Of course Westhead knew the inside story, and [The Holy Tree of Glory] would not punish the demigod heirs he liked. However, Lesia herself could only make a slight guess at most, which was absolutely uncertain, so it was almost impossible to make such a decisive move. He was determined to die.

"But if I don't, I'll regret it."

Lesia looked up at the phantom of the Holy Tree. At this time, the latter had sprinkled golden glow particles. Even without the lanterns, the entire Holy Tree Palace was illuminated like daylight. She lowered her eyes slightly and the princess said lightly:

"Death is not terrible, what is terrible is despair. For this reason, I do not hesitate to use the power of the dragon. Now I at least have a chance to participate in the trial."

Westhead quietly stared at the side face of the silver-haired dragon girl. Under the glow of the light, the hair was as bright and gorgeous as if it were made of real silver. Faint dragon scales appeared on the white side face, and the pure white dragon The scales are like fragments with a hint of stardust. Not only do they not look ugly, but they give Lesia a different charm.

Obviously, Lesia no longer suppresses the power in her bloodline. The wounds caused by the [Supreme Holy Tree] cannot be restored by any conventional means, but once the bloodline of the "Demon Dragon" is released, these wounds caused by divine punishment Scars can also be healed.

This is also normal. After all, Lesia has more Dragon God blood in her body than the Tree God.

Very good, Westhead's evaluation is that it should have been used long ago, and it is not that he is stepping on it. The power of the Dragon God is much more violent than the lukewarm Holy Tree.

In the past years, Leixia had been suppressing the dragon blood in her body. Once it was released, she would have directly embarked on the path of transcendence. I just don't know if she is now at the first level [Origin] or has directly reached the second level [Elite].

Westhead shook his head and smiled: "You actually want to participate in the trial so much? Are you not even afraid of death?"

"This is all Wes's fault."

Westhead: "Huh? Why is it my fault again?"

Lesia turned her head after hearing this and answered seriously:

"I am not noble enough to resist temptation."

Those magnificent eyes, which were a mixture of blue and purple, were filled with some kind of emotion that Westhead dared not look directly into.

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Just when Westhead didn't know how to answer, he saw Lesia grabbing her own arm and sighing deeply:

“So I don’t want to die anymore. I want to continue living, to live like a normal person. But if I keep holding on to this broken body, and lose my freedom and am at the mercy of others, nothing will be possible. And if the final outcome is an end of powerlessness, that kind of despair will be hard to resist with my will alone.” The silver-haired girl’s body trembled slightly, as if she was trembling just by imagining it.

"I want to live, I want to be healthy, I want..."

I want to be someone worthy of Wes.

Lesia shook her head, holding the last sentence in her heart, then stared at Mr. Qinghui with black hair and purple eyes, lowered her head and said:

"So, Weiss, please help me, no. Please help me."

Westhead was stunned: "You are... begging me?"

He was really surprised and stunned.

No one in this world understands Lesia's heart better than Westhead, even better than the latter himself.

The world hates the sin-blooded princess, but why doesn't the silver-haired dragon girl laugh at this world that has never been kind to her?
Tenacity and pride will not make Lesia appear too strong and cold, but she will not expose any inner weakness, let alone pray to others.

She despises everyone and everything, and sticks to her inner aloofness and dignity.

Westhead admired and even worshiped Lesia like this. Regardless of whether she could use her talent for free or not, such a strong heart was enough to make him respect her.

Especially the posture just now coincides with the [Withered Dragon King] in Westhead's impression. This is what a strong man should look like!

With an arrogant heart, I rebel against authority and make fun of young people. Since this world has strengthened me, I will also insult the whole world! Be strong!

But the tough and powerful Lesia, whom Westhead regarded as a role model, prayed to him?

Westhead suddenly felt like an idol had collapsed, and he became angry.

Oh. It seems that I was the one who made the other person like this, so it’s okay.

Lesia nodded: "The only one I can rely on is you."

".Why should I refuse?"

Although he had mixed feelings in his heart, Westhead still accepted Lesia's request, that is, without saying anything else, by sharing the [Withered Glory Sun] with him, Westhead would not allow any accidents to Lesia.

Westhead firmly took Lesia's hand and promised firmly:
"You will get better. Your future is definitely worth looking forward to. You will become extremely beautiful, powerful and awe-inspiring. I swear to ensure that these come true."

"Ah."

Lesia took a step closer with a smile and carefully placed her cheek on the back of Westhead's hand.

"Ahem. Brother, although I don't want to interrupt you, the difficulties we have to face are not small."

At this moment, Urda coughed from behind, and the white-blond girl pointed vaguely into the distance.

(End of this chapter)