The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

The only thing that made Ulysses a little grateful was that the ring that represented the contract with the Mercury Sword could disappear. In this way, he at least doesn't have to worry about being asked why he would wear a ring on his left **** representing the engagement.

The next few games have nothing to do with the Apostles, it is a full-scale contest of the seven-level powerhouses belonging to this continent. Fierce magic and sword energy crisscrossed the arena, completely detonating the already enthusiastic audience.

"Critical Strike Aura!" Qi Jiao blessed himself with the last shaman spell. This time, he was really exhausted, and a series of magical confrontations with his opponents consumed all his magical power. Fortunately, the opponent should also be the same, fighting to this point, both sides have reached the final limit.

Human race, really talented people come out in large numbers! Odd Horn picked up the huge totem pole in his hand, and smashed it fiercely at the fire magician on the opposite side. Although he can't even use a single magic, the power he often exercises with a totem pole weighing half a ton is not a decoration. Taking off his clothes, he is also an upright orc warrior.

From the second round to the present, he is the only orc warrior who has the hope of winning, so he must not lose in this game.

"Asshole, I hate muscle fools!" Compared with the odd horns who are strong enough to impersonate a seventh-level fighter, his opponent is a bit miserable. Although this magician from the academic school is undoubtedly a genius among geniuses in magic training, he is a rookie in physical skills. It was almost the moment when the odd horns began to draw the totem pole, he had a foreboding. To his own end.

"Flame Bomb!" After sending out the last spell, the exhausted wizard was swept out by the huge totem pole in Qi Horn's hand, and went into a coma. The totem pole that has blessed the critical strike halo, with his current magic power, can't stop it at all, and can only use the method of losing both sides.

"Boom!" Although in theory it was only the weakest magic in the fire system, the flame bomb sent by a seventh-level magician specializing in the fire system still blasted the odd horns into a dusty face. If his body were not really strong enough, this blow would definitely blow him away.

"Ha...ha..." Qi Jiao gasped. The opponent's final blow also injured him. If it were not for the support of the totem pole in his hand, he would have difficulty even standing.

However, it was his victory in the end, and that was enough. The opponent is said to be an elite of the Sorcerer's Guild, and it is also his honor to be able to defeat such an opponent.

"Victor, Odd Horn!" After confirming that the contestant sent by the Wizards' Guild had fainted, the Brave League declared Odd Horn's victory.

"Oh oh oh oh! Good job, Odd Horn! Destroy all the magicians!"

"Well, you are the pride of our orc warrior. You are much stronger than that bull head. You have to cheer for the quarter-finals!"

"Odd Horn, I love you, come to my tent tonight!" For the fanatical orc warriors, Odd Horn defeated the representative of the human elite and the recommended contestants from the Sorcerer's Guild, which is undoubtedly a big one. Encouragement. This means that the shaman spells of their orcs clan, as long as they are cultivated at home, will not lose to human wizards. (Well, ignore the brute force attack that ultimately determines the outcome.)

And the exhausted strange friend almost collapsed on the sofa when he returned to the lounge. Now, any seventh-level powerhouse can kill him in seconds with one hand.

"Haha, Odd Horn. Good job, did not lose the face of our tauren clan. After you go back, you should be the big shaman in our clan." Odd horn's buddies, the tauren patted angrily. His shoulders said vigorously.

"Please, let me rest..." The exhausted shaman tilted his head and fell into a deep sleep state. It was a miracle to be able to defeat the elite of the Wizards' Guild, he was almost burnt out.

"Oops, the odd horn is about to turn gray..."

It was close to noon, and soon it was the last game before the noon break. Since several contestants were lucky enough to get the lottery-the opponent was not there (to be precise because of someone’s attack), the game went faster than expected, and the second round was halfway through. , Which is the eighteenth game.

And this time, finally there was a battle between the members of the Apostles that Ulysses had been worried about before. Moreover, it was a duel between two members with the same extraordinary strength, the knight Arseria and Helen.

Although I know that there are close to ten members of the Apostles who have passed the first round, there is a great chance that they will meet in the second round, but Ulysses still had a bit when he heard the name of Arcelia and Helen together. resignedly.

"I didn't expect it to be you..." For Alzeria, who was in charge of teaching Helen's fighting methods, she knew very well how strong Helen was, that was beyond human imagination. The kind of body that even the golden holy sword Xcaliba couldn't hurt, was simply a foul existence.

"..." Helen squeezed her hands, then let go. She will not show mercy to anyone, yes, even if the opponent is Alzeria who taught her how to fight. In her heart, there is a small dream, that is to stand with her father in this meeting. Although she would definitely not attack her father, she would be very, very happy to stand on the same battle arena together.

"Arcelia, Helen, you..." Looking at the two, Ulysses didn't know what to say.

"Don't worry, Ulysses, as a knight, I fought upright in the hall." Arseria raised the golden holy sword in her hand and said seriously.

"Dad, I won't lose." In a head-on battle, Helen has never been afraid of anyone, even if the opponent is an eighth-level strong. Now she has got rid of the weakness of lack of attack power.

Because of this, I worry, are you too serious... Ulysses looked helplessly at the two girls who obviously didn't have any plans to release water. These two people are sometimes too stubborn. They obviously only came to the brave contest because of the commission of the Supreme God. Why do they seem to be more enthusiastic about victory than him.

After looking at each other, Arseria and Helen walked into the teleported magic circle together and disappeared in the lounge of the Apostles.

Worry, worry, what kind of battle will it turn into? The two won't get hurt, right? Especially for Arcelia, Helen often doesn't know the severity of his shots... Ulysses turned around in the lounge, only to write the word "worry" on his face.

"Master, don't worry, it's not the first time they fought against each other, and there won't be any major problems." Aiya smiled and comforted Ulysses, who was a little restless, regarding the conflict between the first apostle and the second apostle. She is happy to have healthy competition.

In fact, this kind of battle is good for both Alseria and Helen. Helen can improve her combat experience and hone her fighting skills, and Alseria can adapt to her new and stronger newcomers more quickly. Body.

Arcelia's real strength is definitely not the current level, just as the heroic king Yu was a muscular dumb when he used that huge body, now Arcelia is in a similar state.

At this stage, no matter its reaction ability, speed, or skill, it hasn't reached the level that Arcelia should have, and even the true power of the golden holy sword can't be fully utilized.

The current Arcelia may not even have half the power of her heyday. The legendary king of knights who gave the Death Knights a major blow by exerting his extreme power is definitely not only the current level.

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The breeze blows, and the flowers on the ground are swaying with the flow of the wind. This is a world as beautiful as a sea of ​​flowers. However, there is only one kind of flower here, the pure white lily of the valley. This small white flower with fresh fragrance blooms all over this land.

Here is the grassland of lily of the valley. In northern myths, the land where a certain **** died is a sacred place of battle and death.

Silently, two white rays of light fell from the sky, breaking the peace of this lily of the valley grassland.

After the light disappeared, the figures of two young girls appeared on the grassland full of white lily of the valley flowers.

One of them is a knight girl wearing a steel armor exuding a cold breath and holding a golden holy sword in both hands. Under the breeze, the strands of golden hair on her forehead were dancing with the wind, and in the holy green pupils that were as clear as lake water, there was a firm belief in fighting for victory.

The other was a girl with long silver hair and a strange white pajamas. She was so young that she shouldn't even fight. However, what was inconsistent with that petite body and slender hands and feet was that those silver eyes were filled with murderous aura that could freeze people.

The two were contractors of the same young man, and they had the names of the first apostle and the second apostle respectively. However, at this moment, they are opponents.