It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

In her field of vision, there were vague shadows gathering on Logan's melted epee and his right wrist.It was like a bright red mist that filled every corner of the cemetery, and they were gathering...

At least it's not a power associated with divinity.

Ella looked at the tombstones erected near the hill, and vaguely understood something.

And Hyde stared at the two confronting each other in front of the tombstone, and sighed.

"According to our original plan, we only need to wait for you to wake up, and then we can use a tougher attitude to decide the right to use the sacred object. It is not difficult to even intervene in the selection of the heir and help Lucien become the new head of the family. With his help , we can also use this strange power to suppress the pollution of holy objects."

Ella shook her head.

"My answer is still, that's not what you do to the ally's family, and Ling won't be happy."

As she said that, her expression became a little complicated,

"If it wasn't for my recklessness, maybe it would be the most appropriate choice for Mr. Fred to control a sacred object. In that case, he wouldn't..."

The old alchemist suddenly spoke not far from them.

"You are wrong. Everyone has a different path in terms of strength. Fred Mephisto has never used any alchemy props, so he is the most powerful in this state."

"It's not that Kraft doesn't have the same level of props, don't make the old habit of thinking about carrying everything on your own."

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at the same time.

Ling's expression gradually became serious, the surrounding air was already unbearably hot for her, and the image of the enemy was blurred by the distorted air under the high temperature, as if it had become a larger black shadow.

Logan is getting stronger.

This is not an illusion, the pressure she is under is indeed increasing every minute.

It can't go on like this.

she thinks.

It is not easy to maintain the current state.Ling once pushed the effect of the Ancestral Curse to the limit during the Nord War, thus gaining extremely powerful power, but that state would be accompanied by a very high risk of losing control.

In countless battles with the apostles, she finally found the balance in the extreme state, using the power of negation to let herself release the power of the ancestor's spell while maintaining a human posture.

Ling called this special state "Apostle Killer". The limit time it can last is 5 minutes. Once this limit is exceeded, it will cause irreversible damage or even alienation to the body.

Ling counted silently in his heart. Now, there are only two minutes and 43 seconds left in the safety time.

She threw away one of the thin swords, slowly lowered her body, slightly bent her knees and made a pre-thrust movement.

This time, Ling did not deliberately use speed to change the trajectory or hide her attack intentions. The violent magic power that was originally entwined around her became quiet and restrained at this moment. ordinary people.

This is the silence before the explosion.

Ella's eyes lit up, and she saw a familiar figure from this state.

Has Ling's power reached this level before he knew it?

Although compared to that man, her posture is still young, but the figures of the father and daughter have indeed gradually overlapped.

"This blow will decide the winner... When necessary, we must be ready to save people."

In the next second, the feather moved.

Her speed is still astonishingly fast, but the trajectory of her movement has become clearly visible, even ordinary people can see it clearly here.Her movements were imprinted in people's consciousness like this, but they were still so fast that it was difficult for the body to react.

There was no light, no fluctuations in magic power, no flames or storms, and she just stabbed an ordinary sword.

Wherever the sword edge passes, there is only a deep death.

It seemed to be something that didn't really exist, the slender sword body became a little faintly visible, it affected the surrounding space, made them unstable, and was smashed and rotated when the sword edge came out!

And Logan's body exuded a volcanic aura, and his magic power expanded several times in less than an instant, and the heavy sword completely turned into unsolidified lava.

He raised the sword above his head with both hands, and swung it down with a wild roar. The power was like smashing down the entire underground tomb, or even the thousands of miles of mountain peaks that covered the sky and the sun!

In a moment shorter than an instant, before the hands on the dial moved, both sides struck with full force and collided head-on with no room for maneuver.

1 Chapter Forty

A dim iron light flashed, and the mountain of lava collapsed at the touch of it.

It was not as terrifying and powerful as it looked at all. At the moment of the confrontation, Logan's epee full of dents and rust was completely cut open.

The violent wind extinguished the flowing fire, and even the lava cooled and solidified.

The rapier held by Ling was also almost melted down, leaving only half of the red broken sword and deformed hilt.

But now, the half of the sword rested on Logan Mephisto's throat, and it could cut his trachea with just a little force.

"you lose."

She looked a little embarrassed, the long hem of her hunting suit and the ends of her hair were singed, blood oozed from the corners of her mouth, her face was covered with dust, and there were several wounds cut by gravel and flying wind.

But those eyes, which had turned dark yellow from using all his strength, remained unmoved.

"Power...where did my power go..."

Logan knelt down, the repressive and terrifying magic power disappeared from this man, and his aura returned to the normal level of a first-class wizard.

When both sides push their strength to their limits and perform the strongest blow, the change occurs.

Logan's blow beyond his own control limit failed to achieve the expected effect, and a certain force that had been supporting him dissipated and weakened the moment he swung the sword.

His expression went from stunned, to blank, to confused.He even completely ignored the sharp sword right in front of his throat.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

He turned his head and looked at the silent tombstones on the hill with a blank expression. He no longer saw the will to fight in his eyes.

Ling let go of her hand and threw the thin sword on the ground, which was already unusable. She coughed a few times, and the dark gray feather patterns faded and disappeared on the surface of her body.

She ended the "Apostle Killer" state, three minutes and 52 seconds, which is already approaching the limit of her ability to remain safe.

But the strange thing is that this time Ling did not fall into weakness due to over-squeezing her body and magic power. After trying this state for the first time against an apostle who was several times her own fighting strength, she even found herself on Demetri's alchemy table. He was in a coma for more than thirty hours.

Ling looked at her feet with some confusion. A strange breath climbed up from the ground where she stood, and finally wrapped around her whole body.

It was like a kind of magic.

They were hot, thick, and endless, causing her nearly depleted magic power to be quickly replenished and even had a faint tendency to continue to rise.

This change made Logan, who was already pale, tremble all over. Anger and hatred appeared in his eyes again at a certain moment, but after all, that kind of flame could no longer make the ashes burn again.

He hummed self-deprecatingly, his laughter was as bitter as rotten leaves and dirt.

"It's true that you are stronger than me...but isn't even this level of strength enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with that person?"

"Compared to my father, I am still far behind."

Ling Ruo looked at the tomb on the hill with some feeling, with a dazed expression.

"What power is this?"

The person who spoke this time was Lucien, who took a few steps closer and stood at the bottom of the hill.

"The ancestral soul...it is preserved in this soil, it belongs to the soul imprint of Mephisto in the past, and it is the blood and power left by those deceased strong men."

The well-informed old alchemist suddenly let out a sigh,

"It turned out to be the belief of the ancestors."

"This is your hidden secret. Use the power of your ancestors to greatly strengthen a certain descendant in a short period of time. The source of this power is similar to your own, and it will not cause too much rejection."

"In this way, you want to break through the limit of bloodlines and create a divine being in the future—no, more than that, from the time the divinity is ignited, every patriarch recognized by the ancestral soul can have a divine existence." Power. Mephisto deserves to be one of the families with the strongest background and the longest history in the mysterious world."

Having said that, he paused for a moment.

"This plan originally required a long period of accumulation, but Fred, the head of the family who has already approached the level of divinity, shortened this process by at least 300 years...Maybe in another five generations, or even three generations, you may be able to succeed."

Logan's expression was complicated,

"I still can't understand why even you can bear the blessing of the ancestors... You are not even a real Mephisto."

"I'm."

Ling answered without any hesitation. She looked at the tombstone on the top of the hill. The magic power that supported her contained a familiar warm flavor.

"And I don't need your approval."

The second half of the sentence she didn't finish was——

I already had his approval.

Ling recalled those dark gray eyes and what he had said with a smile.

【You are the real Mephisto. 】

Feeling the familiar force, Ling was silent for a moment, hugging himself with his arms around his shoulders.

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"Well, you should be able to use it now."

The old alchemist's eyelids twitched as he looked at the dark red crown that the girl casually threw on the table.

"You're not going to break it, are you?!"

Probably she is the only one in this world who would treat a sacred object of the divine level like this.

The sacred crown, which originally exuded decay and nobility, now seems to be covered with a layer of dirty cobwebs and dust.

Its powerful magic power and that unbearable pollution smell have all disappeared, it is like a toy sold to children on the street, if it is thrown in the debris pile, people can't even take a second look.

Ling threw himself on the sofa tiredly, and laid his pillow on Ella's lap as if nothing had happened.

The latter was startled at first and froze all over, then returned to normal and remained motionless in the original posture.

The gloomy temperament that should not belong to Ling has completely dissipated, and she has returned to her previous carefree appearance.

"Barely, I can safely use it for about 5 minutes a day. If it exceeds this time, I will probably become dirty blood or become one of those dead souls. In short, it will not end well."

"During this period, all my abilities will be improved in all directions. Any physical damage I have suffered can be completely repaired within one breath, and even if there is only one head left, a new body can grow instantly."

"Besides, my attacks will be given powerful curse and corrosion effects. As for the others, well... I need to try a few more times."

Before Ling could make a conclusion, Hyde, whose figure appeared in the room, replied first: