Demon Lord Priest II

Chapter 52 The Truth About Death

When Arcelia took the headband and tied her blond hair back into a ponytail again, there was already a layer of blush on her snow-white face.

"Then, I'll go back first." After politely saying goodbye to Ulysses, Arselia left the lounge where the temperature had risen a lot with her steady steps as usual.

Ulysses sighed helplessly, seeing that this was a lot better than before.

When did such a wonderful relationship begin? He and Arselia should never have done such a thing.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as regret in this world, so he can only accept this result.

That night, Ulysses fell asleep. When he was studying the Pluto mythological gems wholeheartedly, he didn't have time to think about superfluous things, but what happened in the lounge with Arseria during the day was like a stone thrown into the water, which made his calm heart làn again. .

Sure enough, there was still no way to look at it, tossing and turning, Ulysses couldn't forget Arselia's sad expression at that time, and the tender embrace after that.

Wanting to do something for her, maybe this is a very meaningless thing, maybe in the end he will find that he is just wrong, but some kind of intuition tells him that the pair of sisters who appeared in the magic realm must be the same as Al What does Celia have to do with it.

"Sandy, come here." Opening the window, Ulysses sent a message that only the two of them could hear to the residence of Prince Venus not far from his residence.

"Hi," came a cheerful reply from there.

As the No. 1 secret doll created by Ulysses, of course Sandy would not disobey his orders, not to mention the trivial matter of coming to his room late at night, even during the day.

However, when Ulysses saw Sandy, he found that there was something else on her body—a beautiful adult sex, Ulysses vaguely remembered that this seemed to be a certain teacher from the Glorious Academy .

"Come together?" Sandy, who ran to Ulysses with tonight's companion, blinked innocently, and then generously shared her love captive with Ulysses. in front of.

The teacher, who looked to be in his twenties, was naked and exposed to Ulysses' sight. The plump mountain peaks were rippling in front of him, and a pair of pink beauty stood upright, with a slender and smooth belly and rounded crotch. curve. Extraordinarily reminiscent.

What makes it even easier to lose control is that her hands are bound by a red ribbon, and she has obviously lost all her ability to resist.

Probably, the vast majority of normal men will have shortness of breath when they see such a cockroach, then their heartbeat will speed up, and then...

"Send the teacher back quickly." Ulysses's mind flashed Arcelia's sad expression during the day, and issued a mandatory order to Sandy.

"I know." Sandy looked at Ulysses strangely. This was obviously a very pleasant thing, so why did she always refuse.

When Sandy sent her tonight's accompany home, Ulysses was already in her room, fully prepared.

What he has to do this time, he could never do before. But when more and more pages were opened to him in the Book of the Demon King, things that were impossible to do before did not mean that he could not do it now.

For example, reverse analysis of the enemy's magic, and then find the leaks, and completely crack this magic.

Of course, it was not possible for Ulysses to do this in battle, but Sandy's situation was special, and he was not necessarily without a certainty of success.

All along, Arcelia has helped him a lot, from the most basic sword skills to the duel training, her correct guidance has contributed to his growth.

However, the dark secret technique to be used this time had never been used by Ulysses before, so he was still a little worried.

It didn't take long for Sandy to return, looking forward to Ulysses who had summoned her into the room late at night, and began to look forward to a hot, hot, sweet night.

"Cough, Sandy, what I have to do may make you a little sad, if you don't want to say it right away." Looking at Sandy's innocent eyes, Ulysses felt a sense of guilt, because he answered It came down to do something he had never done before.

"It doesn't matter, I will endure it no matter what." Sandy looked curiously at Ulysses, who was more nervous than herself, and began to guess how "sad" it was.

"Then, lie down first." Ulysses became more and more nervous.

"Yeah." Sandy jumped on Ulysses's side happily, and started to unzip her belt.

"Wait, what are you doing undressing?" Ulysses realized that Sandy had seriously misunderstood his words.

"Do you want to wear clothes?" Xian Di hesitated for a moment, then tried her best to keep her belt as wide as possible, so that Ulysses could wait to touch her body.

What was this child thinking about? Did she think that she was called to do something strange so late... Looking at Xiandi lying on top of her in a yòò position, Ulysses was completely speechless.

However, thanks to this relaxed atmosphere, Ulysses' somewhat nervous spirit really relaxed a lot, and he was more confident about the next secret technique.

Concentrating on God, Ulysses summoned his own magic sword Abyss, and then placed it on the floor of the room.

"Sandy, look into my eyes, and then recite the next prayer with me." Ulysses said seriously.

"I know," Sandy replied happily, her curious eyes constantly moving back and forth between Ulysses and Abyss Convict.

"Pray, black butterfly of reversal."

"Pray, black butterfly of reversal."

"What is felt at the moment, connected between the sky and the sky, becomes eternal."

"What is felt at the moment, connected between the sky and the sky, becomes eternal."

"Many wishes in the world are only reversed at this moment, and they will be inherited forever and never stop.

"Many wishes in the world are only reversed at this moment, and they will be inherited forever and never stop.

In the deep voice of Ulysses, Sandy uttered specific prayers one by one, and a large number of golden runes flew out from the abyss of condemnation, and then flew in the room temporarily closed by Ulysses.

This is the dark secret technique that Ulysses learned from the Book of Demon Kings. The biggest function of this secret technique is to reverse the enemy's magic, but Ulysses has not yet reached that level, so this time it is used to trace the original magic. what's happening in the field.

There is no need to analyze all the enemy's secret methods and then turn them back. What Ulysses wants is to see again the two people who appeared in the Demon Realm, and the two young people who are extremely similar to Arselia.

To do this, it is necessary to use the power of Sandy.

A large number of golden runes were intertwined, began to deform, and eventually turned into several golden ribbon-like things attached to Ulysses.

"Xiandi, you must say if you feel uncomfortable." à Flanking these golden ribbons like a part of his body, Ulysses reminded Xiandi.

"Ah, this is it..." Xian Di is no stranger to this kind of ribbon, she used red to tie the teacher just now.

At this juncture, Ulysses couldn't stop, and launched this secret technique directly.

Its name is "The N-Binding Method of the Son of Prayer", which is a special secret technique that a certain race is good at. It uses the special "Child of Prayer" to launch all kinds of strong forbidden techniques.

As the number of "Children of Prayer" increases, the power of this secret technique increases. It can not only greatly improve the dark magic power of the envoy, but also display various incredible abilities.

However, what Ulysses needs is only the most basic of them, that is, the ability to analyze the opponent's magic and reverse it back.

The object of analysis was the Demon Realm that day, which was originally a very difficult thing, because several days had passed since the battle that took place in the Demon Realm.

Fortunately, the user of the magic nv field, that is, the source of magic, lies in Xiandi, which makes the difficulty of this secret technique drop directly. Even beginners like Ulysses have a great chance of success. .

The golden ribbon traversed a wonderful trajectory in the air, and then wrapped around Cindy's body.

"Ah" Sandy let out a coquettish and lovely moan, looking at Ulysses with wet eyes that were about to drip.

Ulysses obviously did not know before using this secret technique. This trick "the n-binding method of the son of prayer" is that only the young man who has the closest relationship with the messenger can serve as the "son of prayer", and this ceremony itself, It's like a special kind of intimacy.

It is not the direct entanglement of the body, but a higher level of spiritual union, which can be said to be a more intimate connection than a husband and wife in the general sense.

Xiandi, who was used by Ulysses as the "son of prayer", felt three times more thorns than usual at this moment. Those golden ribbons were like the incarnation of Ulysses, stabbing her sensitive parts in all directions. , it was easy to make her whole body dripping with sweat.

It wasn't just Xian Di who was stabbed. Ulysses, who had never used this secret technique before, knew now that it was such a ritual full of **** and joy.

When the golden ribbon completely connected Ulysses and Sandy's senses, Ulysses was almost completely lost in this sea of ​​senses.

This unprecedented novel experience hit his body and mind like a sea làng, causing his whole body to fall into this strange and wonderful movement.

Oops, Ulysses, who realized that he would be indulging in **** again, couldn't continue like this, and quickly used Sandy's power as a "son of prayer" to launch a retrospective secret technique.

In the golden radiance, time seemed to be reversed, and the battle that took place in the Demon Realm a few days ago reappeared in front of Ulysses.

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The flame is burning, with misfortune and sadness, the flame that once burned the beautiful child to death, just for a little jealousy and hatred, in the name of "the devil", will never commit any crime, just because he loves to study black. The magic nv child burns directly to the flames.

In the blood-red flames, the color of the black-clothed young man began to change, from bottomless black to pure white.

This is the moment when the white-robed demon was born, and the beginning of Ulysses' sleepiness.

Ulysses stared at the young nv who was very similar to Arseria, and was still amazed even if he knew that she was just a phantom traced back by magic.

The ponytail that was exactly the same as Arcelia's, the skirt corners that fluttered gently, and the pure lily-like clothes, even standing in the flames, gave people an incomparably holy beauty.

Just standing there like that, that beautiful and lovable temperament made people involuntarily move their hearts. It was hard to imagine that she would summon the pyramid of the sun **** soon after, creating a terrifying vision that spread across the sky for ten days.

Soon, the black figure also appeared in front of Ulysses. At this moment, the dark swordsman was surrounded by the terrifying dark aura, and no one could see her true face.

But Ulysses, who was once suppressed by this dark swordsman to the point of being unable to fight back, knew that behind the dark breath was a face exactly like Arseria, but with a more mature temperament and more persistent eyes. .

Ulysses didn't know where these two people came from and why they wanted to fight him, but their appearance did cause him great doubts.

For this reason, he returned to this moment again to find the truth of everything.

In this retrospective world, Ulysses saw himself fighting for the first time. Under the fierce attack of the dark swordsman who was very similar to Arselia, he was even more embarrassed than he thought.

Every time he resisted, there would be huge flaws, and every attack from the opponent caused his center of gravity to lose his balance. If it wasn't for his understanding of Arselia's style of swordsmanship, I'm afraid he would have already lost to the point where he could no longer be defeated.

And even if he had such an advantage, it was only a moment's effort, and he was forced to a desperate situation. If it wasn't for the abyss that eroded the opponent's magic at that time, the opponent encountered the magic backlash, and his one hand was 100% will be cut off.

It can be said that this battle was undoubtedly his fiasco at the level of sword skill competition. Arselia's sword was stronger than he imagined. Among all the strong men he knew, Lelubi was the only one. She is a little stronger.

However, now is not the time to admire this, Ulysses walked gently to the side of the white-robed demon and stretched out his hand.

After the second trace, he started, he wanted to know where this white-robed demon came from and why he came to this demon field.

If you can know why, maybe you can find the truth of it all. Why are they so similar to Arseria, and why are they fighting him.

However, an unbelievable thing happened. In the world that Ulysses had traced back, the dark swordsman who was attacking Ulysses jumped back and touched the white-robed demon in Ulysses' hand. nv stood in front of him before.

His hand touched the cold department of the dark swordsman.

The retrospection was activated again, but this time the world that appeared was beyond Ulysses' imagination.

This is a dense forest with hundreds of huge tents erected around the woods, and around each tent you can see heavily armed soldiers.

Inside the woods, the noon sunlight fell to the ground through the dense treetops, leaving mottled light spots on the ground covered with rotten leaves and branches, making the dark woods less scary.

Some unknown vines covered the ancient and huge trunks, and there was a little dew on the green leaves. There are many low shrubs growing under the canopy, and many red berries are waiting for the animals that will occasionally pass by.

However, no animals will pass by, because all the creatures living in this forest, whether they are rò or herbivores, have fled here frantically a few days ago.

This army is the only moving creature around this forest.

Obviously, the soldiers also felt nervous and uneasy about such an unusually quiet world where they couldn't even hear the chirping of insects.

The only thing supporting them was the tent in the center of the barracks, the tent with the golden lion pattern. Inside, there are their king, and the twelve strongest knights in the kingdom.

At this moment, in the king's tent, a fierce debate is unfolding.

"Did you really decide to stop them here? Arseria, there is no other terrain to defend except this forest. Even if you want to fight those dead people, I suggest that you should change the place."

"Yes, it's too bad to fight here, those death knights are not vegetarians."

"Arselia, think about it again. It's too late to transfer. As long as we preserve our strength, we still have a chance to fight back."

"My king, please think again. Even if you really want to fight here, please take care of yourself first. You are the hope of our country. As long as you are still here, the country will be able to rebuild."

On the throne, Ulysses' familiar but unfamiliar young nv was listening to the arguments of the knights and ministers in the tent.

That was Arseria, but not the Arseria that Ulysses knew. Sitting on the throne, even though her figure doesn't seem to have changed at all, it gives her an incomparably tall feeling.

She just sat there, didn't say anything, just held the golden holy sword in her hand and caressed gently, her eyes were as gentle as the mother looking at her child.

Ulysses didn't understand what the people below were arguing about, but there was no doubt that everyone was persuading Arseria to leave here temporarily. It seemed that there would soon be great danger in this peaceful woods.

Then, Arselia stood up, holding the golden holy sword in her hand, and stood up resolutely.

"I have decided to fight here. If we can't stop them here, there will be no future for mankind."

"This battle is inevitable."

When Arselia stood up with the golden holy sword, all the voices disappeared.

The eyes below were sleepy, helpless, and sad, but no one said anything against it.

Because that is their king, the strongest knight, the master of the golden holy sword, Arcelia.

In fact, everyone understands the result of this battle. However, we have to fight, we have to fight, just to give the civilians in the vast country behind this forest time to flee, and to give more countries time to gather their troops.

The enemy this time cannot negotiate, cannot surrender, and cannot even do it, because they have already slept and entered an eternal slumber.

However, some awakened them, and some turned them into tools of war, invincible corps of death.

No one knows who that person is, but the number of the legion he drives has reached a number that can make all countries desperate.

The oldest country in the South has fallen, and now that army is on the other side of the horizon, advancing towards this country in a slow and unstoppable trend, and if they cannot be stopped here, the whole country will be utterly destroyed.

The evacuation of the people takes time, the formation of a new continental coalition takes time, and the construction of new fronts takes even more time.

If there is no way to stop the death army here, then the darkest fate awaits the entire continent.

So, someone has to stand up, someone has to fight this army of death here.

In the end, the person who stood up was a young king, a knight with an infinite future, holding a golden holy sword, she led her twelve knights of the round table and an army willing to follow her, and came here, waiting for the inevitable The coming army of death.

Until the end, someone was still persuading her, but her determination did not waver in the slightest. The golden holy sword in her hand seemed to reflect her determination, emitting a more brilliant brilliance than usual.

Finally, darkness comes.

It was a terrifying sight that no army had ever seen before. It was still noon, but the whole sky was shrouded in darkness, and even a purple evil moon appeared.

The strange purple moonlight cast a darker shadow on the plain, and the skeletons of several dead people crawled out from time to time where the moonlight shone. As soon as these resurrected dead people appeared, they stopped their bodies and joined the sea of ​​white bones that could not be seen.

I can't see how wide or how deep the ocean is, but all the places that can be covered by the field of vision are white.

When the army was advancing, no one made a sound, and all the units were silent, moving forward step by step. Covered by the purple moonlight, it seems that they can go on like this forever, until the end of the world.

There was no smell of blood, but the air was filled with sadness. Many soldiers saw in their imaginations the Death God holding the dark gray sickle above the army.

In this land like hell, this army did not retreat. Beneath a golden banner is an array of knights clad in armor engraved with magical inscriptions and holding two-handed swords radiating holy light.

In the center of these knights was Arselia, who was holding a golden holy sword and her eyes were as calm as water.

When the water representing death came, Arselia only did one thing, that is, she raised the golden holy sword in her hand, and then led the twelve knights around her to charge into the endless white in the ocean.

"Fight for the King"

"Long Live England"

In the heroic roar, this army, which has already awakened, charged towards the boundless sea of ​​bones with Arselia and the twelve knights as arrows.

Among them, there are some who have become famous, have their own castles and territories, and become aristocratic nobles; some have just joined the army, and have parted with their new wife; there are fugitive soldiers from foreign countries who lost their parents and relatives.

However, at this moment, their actions are exactly the same, that is, charge, charge, charge again. In this battle that can be said to be fatal, no one retreats.

Using the terrain to set traps and defending the city, these tactics are very effective for humans. However, in the face of this despairing death army, which is getting stronger and stronger over time, all tactics are meaningless.

Using the fastest speed to destroy the most power of the opponent in the shortest time, this is the biggest goal of this army.

The roar, the explosion of fighting spirit, and the sound of magic spells, relying on Arselia and the twelve knights as arrows, the human army achieved unexpected results in the early days of the war.

About 100,000 undead were wiped out, and the loss of the human army was negligible. If it was a battle between human nations, such a disparate battle loss ratio could already be said to be a decisive victory.

However, this rule is not applicable to this legion. Even if the 100,000 army as the vanguard is completely wiped out, there is no sense for this army of death that can't see the edge at a glance.

Because their total number has exceeded tens of millions after destroying the largest country in the South.

No country has ever had such a large army, the result of pulling an entire continent's dead from the ground. Even on this battlefield now, new dead are constantly crawling out of the surrounding ground.

200,000, 300,000... With their cooperation, and under the reckless attacks of all the soldiers, more dead fell and never stood up again.

However, human deaths and injuries also began to appear. In the face of the undead army without fear and pain, the advantages of human beings began to gradually decrease with the passage of time.

It was the recruits who died in the first battle. Although they had undergone rigorous training and had sufficient courage, they lacked combat experience.

At the beginning of the battle, they used too much strength, and when they found their hands were shaking and their breathing was getting short, it was too late.

Those who fell next were veterans with old wounds. Although they had rich combat experience, they knew how to save their strength; however, in this protracted battle, their old wounds eventually affected their movements, and their Life.

When the gap appears, when the hand wielding the weapon is no longer strong, even the soldiers who are good at fighting cannot prevent the defeat of this war.

The angry roar and the sound of the weapon's mistake gradually calmed down, and all those who could not surpass the limits of human beings were drowned by the dead who seemed to be slow and could be cut down with a single knife.

Humans are only human beings after all. If they cannot go beyond the limits of **, they will be tired and need to rest. No matter how fiery fighting spirit he has or how powerful skills he has learned, when his physical energy and spiritual power reach the limit, he will no longer be able to fight.

And the death army bathed in the purple moonlight does not know exhaustion or what the limit is. They will simply accept orders and destroy all life that dares to stand in front of them.

In the end, the dozen or so people who were the strongest in the army were the most powerful. The casualties they caused accounted for more than half of the army.

Holy sword, sky spear, dragon flame... all kinds of superhuman forces are doing the last resistance, smashing all the enemies before the woods.

This is the gap between the powerhouse who surpasses the limit and ordinary human beings. It is not impossible for them to fight against ten thousand.

However, what they faced was not a hundred and two hundred thousand enemies, but a desperate "tens of thousands". What's more, among these tens of millions of legions, there are even more terrifying monsters.

"Tattoo" When the evil purple moon climbed over the center of the battlefield, the ominous sound of horses' hooves began to appear in the rear of the battlefield.

The army of death, which had been advancing quietly, and then was destroyed by the last dozen or so strong men, appeared for the first time.

The skeletons automatically gave way, allowing the uninvited guests who came to the battlefield from the ominous fog in the distance to freely step into the battlefield.

There were hundreds of black knights who were all wrapped in black armor, riding on their feet with strange flames. Behind them, there were even more, but they wore various armors, just like the mainland armors. headless rider.

The black knights noticed the last resisters, cooperated extremely well, and took a young nv holding a golden holy sword as the center of the strong team of resistance.

Silence, still silence, and then the leader of the black knights, a knight who was taller than ordinary black knights and carried a large sword wrapped in ice and snow on his back, waved his hand.

The charge began. There were no battle cries, no orders, only the sound of the dense hooves and the cold light from the tops of hundreds of black spears.

When there were still more than 100 meters away from the final resistance front, all the black spears were colored out and turned into countless black lights covering the front.

Gold, white, and blue, the last front line of mankind issued the strongest resistance, but in front of this knights representing death, such resistance seemed so powerless.

Then, the golden brilliance illuminated the entire sky, which is the ray of hope of fantasy, representing the brilliance of mankind's yearning for victory.

Moreover, that light did not appear only once, but appeared continuously.

The fiery sword light that blasted through the atmosphere wiped out tens of thousands of undead spirits with each method. In front of this golden light, even these powerful black knights were penetrated and smashed.

Only the strongest knight leader among them, the black knight with the Frost Sword on his back, blocked one of them, but he was also knocked back dozens of meters.

Where the golden sword light passed, everything turned into dust, gathering the sword light of countless hopes, possessing absolute restraint against undead creatures. In front of it, the huge army of death collapsed like melted oil.

However, after this sword light vaporized countless undead, it was as still as when it suddenly appeared.

At the end of the sword light was a knight whose eyes had lost their luster, but still held the golden holy sword in his hand.

She is the king of this country, the knight chosen by the golden holy sword, the king of knights who fought to the end for the sake of the people.

After burning all of his life, fighting to the last moment, and dealing an unprecedented blow to the Death Legion, Wang finally closed his eyes, and his body began to slowly turn into a spot of light.

If it ends like this, then maybe it's not bad; after the battlefield of your choice, on the land you swore to protect, to die in this way.

However, fate did not favor the hero. What she encountered was a greater tragedy, a curse that could not rest.

In the wicked purple moon in the sky, an icy light shone on the dissipating Wang, causing her collapsed body to stop dissipating.

As if mocking her efforts, the purple light continued to devour her body, and then extended to the top of the golden holy sword.

The golden holy sword, which represented people's hope of victory, was desperately resisting, but after losing its master and having just liberated all its power, it could not stop the erosion of the purple moonlight, and a lot of blood-red lines began to appear on the sword.

Under the illumination of the purple moonlight, the shadow of the golden holy sword has even completely changed, turning into another sword that is very similar in shape but has a completely different nature.

At the same time, there was something growing out of Wang's shadow. It was a dark black figure, exactly the same as Wang's. However, her eyes were completely golden, and her armor was darker than shadow.

At the end, the dead king struggled to open his eyes and looked at his eroded body.

There is no way to stop it, even the power of the golden holy sword cannot resist the darkness that erodes her body. This power full of death breath was about to infect her whole body, turning her into a monster of death.

At the last moment, Wang picked up the golden holy sword that was also eroded, and resolutely chopped off her head. She didn't want to become a undead like this, and she didn't want her body to be used to kill her fellow human beings.

The brilliance of the golden holy sword shone again because of the king's determination, and at the moment when it was cut off by the king's suicide with the help of the opponent's erosion, a fiery brilliance erupted, and the king's body disappeared on the battlefield.

The king's head fell to the ground and was picked up by her own shadow, a shadow full of darkness and the last wish of the king.

The shadow looked around blankly, and then left the battlefield with the king's head. She was born from an eternal curse, not to die, not to be killed, a tainted shadow of darkness.

The purple moon in the sky didn't react any more, and the surrounding death knights didn't attack the shadow who became a companion, just watching her leave the battlefield alone.

Before burning his entire life, Wang had a wish, a wish that should not have been. She hopes that she is no longer a king, but just a knight who guards her sister.

The black magic sword, the unknown figure, the terrifying appearance, it doesn't matter, because she is just the wreckage of the king, a monster wandering the earth for her last wish.

With only one head left, she took the head to the place where her sister died, looking for the remains of her sister.

She opened the tomb, cut the cross of the church, committed many crimes of blasphemy, and betrayed the path of the knight, only to find what was left of her sister.

Among the many burned wreckage, she finally found the part of her sister, which may not be recognized by human words, but it is not difficult for her who has died and fallen into the darkness.

At the moment when Wang cut off his head, Wang actually died completely. The rest of her are just the fragments left after being eroded by the breath of death, which is the continuation of the king's wish.

After finding the wreckage of her sister, she merged the last remaining part of herself, the head, with the wreckage of her sister, and then turned into a shadow and fell asleep with her.

The agreement between the two was finally realized in this way. In the end, she finally gave up everything she needed to abide by as a king and returned to her sister.

She is darkness, she is death, she is wish, she is the remains of the dead king named Arcelia.

Her name is Dark Arcelia.

The nv child she guarded, whose name was Alnalia, was burned at the stake just because she had studied black magic, a kind and gentle nv child.

Time passed, and I don't know how long it took. Someone unearthed the remains of the fusion of the two, and then they merged into something more ancient and mysterious, and carried out many, many experiments.

Those who carried out the experiment would not know that they disturbed the sleep of the dead and awakened the dark Arselia who should have entered the eternal darkness with her sister earlier.

During the experiment, the dark Arselia woke up completely, but did not leave, but continued to guard her sister's wreckage, turning into a dark puppet, fighting only to protect her.

Finally, one day, a miracle happened. Demon Alnalia, like her, woke up from death and returned to this world again~www.readwn.com~ In an ancient church, the two lived together again. It's just that Alnalia didn't know that by her side was not just the sister she imagined, but the real sister who came back to her according to the agreement in the past.

Although this elder sister has long been polluted by darkness, she can no longer pick up the golden holy sword that represents fantasy and hope, nor can she wear holy silver armor, she can only use such an ugly and dark appearance to silently be by her side guard her.

The dark Arselia is a knight belonging only to the demon Arnalia.

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"Haha" Ulysses stopped "the n-binding method of the son of prayer" and withdrew from the retrospective of the dark swordsman.

The truth he got was so amazing and so sad that he could no longer maintain the retrospective magic and withdraw from that world.

"Arseria and Arnalia." Ulysses, who learned the truth about the past, couldn't believe that Arseria, who taught him the truth of life, could have such a tragic past. . . ..