Demon Lord Priest II

It wasn't all happy memories, but also sad, sad, regretful memories.

But for Ulysses, those were all important treasures that he didn't want to forget.

However, there was something unusual about it that made him feel uneasy and apprehensive. It was the first confusion he felt since he merged with Ishtar.

Because, in those memories, he saw a different self from his current self.

It's a bit strange to say that, but it's the only thing that can reflect Ulysses' feelings at the moment.

He saw that in the huge underground ruins, when Lasha, Sister Mira and the others were in danger, that different self.

That was definitely not the him at that time, but more like him who was older than himself, the self ten years later at that time.

That oneself possessed the same magical power of the starry sky and the ability to use legendary divine arts.

It was him who protected Lasha and Sister Mila.

It was him who gave Lelu the sacred golden fat bread and forged an ancient contract with her, allowing her to grow two strands of red hair representing ghosts and gods.

It was him who solved the spiritual power of the polluted blue-eyed white dragon, and came into contact with the daughter of the dragon of the sky, freeing her from the eternal world.

Ulysses was completely unimpressed by everything he did. He couldn't remember when he had such power, it was the realm he had just come into contact with, the world behind the door.

In the broken memories, he saw his smile. It was as if he was smiling at himself in the distant future.

Without a doubt, it was himself. The power hidden in his body, the path of his own starry sky magic that he has seen in the road of the devil.

However, the thread of fate has been twisted. Since he obtained Astaroth's Book of Demon Lords, the self who should have appeared disappeared, and replaced by him now, the new Demon Lord.

However, he was also him back then. He paid a huge price to gain the power after ten years.

When everything was over, he took his exhausted body back to Fafnir, the dragon girl with a beautiful green ponytail, and slowly fell asleep in her arms.

The last thing I heard was Fafnir's energetic singing.

"Look at me, look at me alone, in this world, I am your only one. I am your light, your dream, your hope!"

"Burn for me, sing for me, no matter where I go, I will be with you. At the end of the seven seas, in the far side of the sky, there is me everywhere."

"Come on, dance with me, sing with me. Watch me from start to finish."

"Find my hair differently than usual, find my smile different than usual. Tell me, I'm the most beautiful princess in the world."

"Now, now, come see me!"

Then, the world slowly moved away from him.

In order to gain the power that should not have appeared earlier, he must pay the price and lose something important.

Handing the pure white ball into his hands, he looked at his princess with sincere eyes.

Dancing in front of him, too shy to look at his Fafnir.

Rasha, who fought so hard for him, almost cried.

The girl who said "I am, your dragon!" to him.

They all disappeared from his memory, so he didn't know Taxis, so he forgot that he also had good friends in the Dragon Clan, so he passed by the grown-up Platinum Princess.

However, this price is not enough, he has lost more, more things.

Who is he?

In the dark, there are songs echoing, distant and ancient songs, singing the songs of great and ancient gods.

Everything rises up to welcome you.

Praise you, the only light, you will rise to the top of the sky in this world.

You rise, shine, and take away the earth and the darkness.

You are the king of the gods, the lord of all things.

Everything comes because of you, and is made holy because of you.

From your wings, the interlaced colors of the sky and the sea flash.

The hallowed halls are glorified in your name, and you shall be a legend among legends.

We have come from you, and you are holy because of you, and you will wear your crown on the cloud and be crowned king.

You are the source of all life, time rolls up dust under your feet, and you never change. You have crossed the river of time, you have transcended time.

Praise you, my lord, your life will wake up from its slumber, and after thousands of years, you will still be immortal, and you will come back to this world.

god? Is he God?

In a trance, Ulysses seemed to have returned to the battlefield of the battle of black and white.

On his side, is the white-clothed "Usis", a boy who can use the highest level of divine art in the Apocalypse and can freely spread his white wings.

"You can't become a priest, there will never be a way. It is impossible for you or me to become a real priest."

"You win, then as the guardian of the legacy, I admit that you are qualified to take back your own things and accept your own death at the same time. However, do you really want to take it back? This kind of boring thing... You didn't mean it at the beginning. Have you hidden it, why did you come back to get it?"

What is "legacy"? Why can he never become a true priest? What was the "he" he met at that time?

The more he thought about it, the more Ulysses realized that some kind of danger was approaching him.

Soon, it came, the more he recalled the past, the more fragments of memory he found, the closer the truth of everything was to him.

The brilliance of countless stars began to cheer and began to fly. It was clear that it was daytime, but there were countless stars in the sky above Kelong Island. The countless stars were intertwined and finally turned into a splendid and beautiful sea of ​​stars, as if celebrating someone's return.

The dragons in the Dragon Island looked at the sky together, intoxicated by the beautiful starlight, and issued bursts of dragon chirping.

However, for Ulysses, it was the arrival of a real nightmare.

Because he finally realized the cold truth that was eroding his memory and body.

That is the information contained in the mysterious starry sky magic that has helped him countless times, recording the fragments of countless stars' memories.

It is a fragment of information that human beings absolutely cannot bear. It records the birth, death, and journey of stars. It is something that even a "God" cannot bear infinitely.

When he used starry sky magic again and again, these fragments naturally stayed in his body for some reason, and even formed the splendid sea of ​​stars in his inner world.

This sea of ​​stars contains infinite power~www.readwn.com~ The magic power of the starry sky that he uses now is only a negligible part of the starry sky.

This is by no means a normal phenomenon. Ordinary starry sky magic only relies on the power of these starlights, but he directly fuses these starlights and begins to become the origin of these starlights.

The fragments of countless stars gathered together to form a prototype of a huge will, which is the essence of "coldness".

That "coldness" does not belong to any life, but comes from higher-level rules, the memory of the starry sky.

Human time is so insignificant in front of the starry sky memory measured in "billion" years. Stars exist and die ten million times longer than humans. Even if the stars themselves are annihilated in the starry sky, they will leave countless fragments scattered in the infinite void.

All human beings, in front of this ancient mystery, are just a dreamlike bubble.

And for Ulysses, it was the worst nightmare. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (an.) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.