The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Huh...huh..." Laxia looked around blankly. Although he did not open his eyes, there was nothing false in the eyes of the void. She could clearly see that all around her were already covered with chopped limbs.

If counted by the number, she was killed by her, to be more accurate, the number of corpses had already exceeded three hundred. This is not worth mentioning in a large-scale war, but when the two sides facing off are one person and a group of people, this kind of record is enough to scare anyone. This is no longer like a battle, but a massacre, a one-sided massacre.

This is a battle that Rasha has never encountered before. In the previous battles, it was not that she had not encountered an enemy, or even a larger-scale battle. However, the opponent at that time was a crazy monster, not a human being exactly like him.

The power of the Dragon Slay Destructive Sword is still as strong as before. Compared with the number of horrors, the opponent's combat effectiveness is not even called the title of seventh-level powerhouse. The large number of clones is nothing, and there is no resistance at all, just like a group of groups fell under the huge Dragon Emperor's destruction sword.

wrong! What's wrong, what is this! Rasha felt such a strong sense of disgust for the first time, and this time his opponent was different from anyone before. Is the ability to keep splitting really something humans can have?

The feeling of killing a thousand fierce beasts and killing three hundred people is completely different. The former can give people confidence and strength, while the latter can only give people a disgusting feeling. For the first time, Laxia had a feeling of wanting to vomit. She had never thought that she would fall into such a predicament.

Until now, she didn't understand what ability the other party was using to keep splitting herself and then surrounding her tightly. No matter how many she kills, she still clings to her side, as if there is no pain or fear at all.

This is not an illusion! Whether it was the reality seen by the Void Eye or the rust-like **** smell in the nose, she told Laxia that what she was doing now was indeed a massacre, a massacre of a group of opponents who seemed to be unconscious.

"Is it happy... It feels like killing the opponent..." I didn't know where it was from or which direction it was from, and the voice of the black-clothed teenager Wei Jin came. This was the first time Rasha heard his voice. There was no doubt that it was the voice of a teenager. However, what was not commensurate with the slightly immature voice was that his words were completely calm.

"Nothing like that!" Laxia tightly held the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword in his hand and pierced an enemy who was sprinting toward her. She couldn't tell which one was the real body. In the eyes of the void, all the enemies were exactly the same, as if there was no difference.

"Shit!" The Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword was not very sharp. Its body relied on powerful penetrating power to completely pierce the opponent. A large amount of blood flowed from the pierced young man's body, making the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword's sword again. There was a touch of blood.

"Humans...you can't live in this world if you don't kill anything..." Weijin's voice still echoed around Laxia unhurriedly. There is no emotional fluctuation, nor does he feel fear and pain for his body being destroyed, as if those negative feelings have long been stripped of his soul.

"No!" Laxia stepped **** the ground, and a wave of invisible waves shook all the enemies approaching her. There were a few "pop! Pop!" bone fragments, indicating that this blow had completely shattered the opponent's bones.

"Bang!" The bodies of several teenagers who fell from the air were twisted into unnatural shapes. The cervical vertebrae were completely twisted, and their chests were sunken. A trace of bright red blood flowed out of their bodies and penetrated into the rocky ground, making the blood-stained ground even more red.

"You too...because you are strong enough, you have the power to kill your opponent. Otherwise, you will be killed..." Weijin's voice did not stop, and even Rasha's Void Eye could not catch the opponent's. Where is the ontology? Or, just as the Void Eye sees, everything on this earth is his ontology.

Laxia didn't answer again because she found that the other party didn't seem to have any plans to talk to her at all, but was just talking unilaterally.

More than a dozen identical boys in black surrounded La Xia in a round formation that can often be seen on the battlefield. This kind of round formation is generally used by ordinary soldiers to surround powerful warriors or knights. It has been proven in countless battles that there is no absolute difference in strength and the best formation with more victory than less. In theory, as long as the opponent is not a real 7th-level strong, this kind of round formation that can be continuously replenished with military power can besieged and killed any strong.

However, this type of formation is not universal for Rasha!

The huge Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword whizzed and whizzed across the surrounding area, the huge wind pressure directly forced all the surrounding enemies back, and the young men who entered the attack range of the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword were directly divided into corpses. It's a joke to use the flesh to fight the Dragon King Destructive Sword, which has the most destructive power on the mainland.

But Viking, or Vikings are doing this kind of thing.

If one is not enough, two will come; if two are not enough, three will come; if one team is not enough, then one group will come together. They are constantly splitting and forming new individuals, almost joining the battle in succession, even if they don't even have the slightest chance of winning, they don't care. This kind of warfare that doesn't take death as a matter of all can't be used by the most cruel and iron-blooded generals.

To describe it, it's like a group of ants trying to defeat a dragon. Under La Xia's Dragon King Destruction Sword, no one could get close to La Xia's two meters away, or even more than ten meters away, when the huge wind pressure brought by the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword's huge blade drove into flight.

It was a one-sided battle, and it couldn't even be called a battle. It was just Weijin's unilateral death. Laxia didn't even have to use the powerful dragon-killing destructive sword style on purpose. He only needed to use the most basic sword skills to cut, slash, and stab, and he could tear all the opponents that kept coming up into pieces.

However, Rasha couldn't even feel the slightest joy of victory. This feeling didn't feel like a fight at all, because the opponent couldn't resist her moves at all and was chopped to pieces. It feels like cutting a pile of paper.

But what the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword felt, and what he saw in the eyes of the void, were all genuine beings. Although I don't know what the other party did, the blood and the corpse fragments that had been chopped off are all real, and there is nothing false.

As the battle continued, the smell of blood in the air became stronger and stronger, and Laxia had never smelled such a strong smell of blood. Moreover, this taste has a tendency to increase.

"You are very strong...really strong..." The other party's calm voice surrounded his ears, but the fragile flesh was cut open again from the sword. This feeling of extreme opposition made Laxia very uncomfortable, very, very uncomfortable.

She didn't like this kind of battle, and she didn't like it at all. She didn't have such a strong sense of disgust even when the Doomsman named Buster was in a duel. Although the monster is also very annoying, it has the power that shocks her too. The overwhelming powerful impact even made her feel eager to try.

However, this opponent named Viking is different. Fighting him, all you get is an endless sense of depression and disgust. Those clones that can't be killed no matter how you kill them, coupled with the calm and indifferent tone, make people feel an indescribable sense of anger and depression.

Nothing can be obtained in such a battle. When Rasha pulled the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword from the opponent's body for the fiftieth time, she finally understood this. This is not her eagerness to fight, even if it is to fight the Doom called Buster again, it is several times better than this kind of unpleasant fight.

For the first time in her life, Laxia felt that she didn't want to fight anymore. This can no longer be called a battle, the opponent's attack can't even get close to her, it is simply taking the initiative to die. Except for that kind of natural murderer, no one with a normal mind would like this kind of boring battle.

And, don't know why, she always feels that something very annoying is happening around her. However, the Void Eye couldn't see anything strange, except for the numerous but vulnerable opponents.

"This is power..." Although Laxia had killed the body that had been split up, but Weijin's voice was still as calm as ever.

"Huh..." Laxia took a deep breath and began to think hard. What kind of method is needed to completely defeat this unusual opponent. General large-scale attack moves have proved useless. The location of the opponent's distribution is very clever. While maintaining a steady stream of attacks, they are also constantly splitting up at the appropriate location. No matter which side she attacks, the other side will split into new entities like the enemy she killed.

Until now, the number of enemies who died in her hands may have exceeded a thousand. But the remaining enemies can be said to show no signs of reduction. In the observation of the Void Eye, their splitting ability is quite terrifying, no matter how many she kills, there will be enough new individuals to be split up and thrown into the attack on her.

This should have been a rather terrifying ability. If the strength of the two sides were not so different, she would even face an unprecedented bitter battle. However, in fact, the combat effectiveness of the split-off individuals of the opponent is simply not worth mentioning. I am afraid that even the worst seventh-level powerhouse is not at the level, only slightly higher than the sixth-level limit.

Such strength can be said to be invincible if it is to deal with the army in the general sense. However, compared with La Xia, who possessed the most destructive treasure Dragon Emperor Destructive Sword on the mainland, it was just a bunch of waste. You don't even need to use the Dragon Slay Destructive Sword Style, just relying on the physical attack power of the Dragon King Destructive Sword, you can shred all these enemies to pieces. Even if it wasn't Rasha, replaced by another seventh-level powerhouse with powerful treasures, these puppet-like opponents were definitely not opponents.

So why is the opponent so calm, as if he didn't see the victory or defeat in his eyes from the beginning? Laxia again raised the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword in a weary manner. She is definitely not a person who likes to kill. Killing so many identical opponents in a row has already made her quite unhappy. In the eyes of the void, the whole land was covered with fragments of the corpse, and it looked like an evil monster had carried out a brutal massacre.

"Absolutely powerful power...the power to destroy everything...a great power...not the power that a seventh-level strong can possess..." Wei Jin, who had been split into hundreds of individuals, smiled together, revealing something that can be called. It is the smile of expectation. This was the first time he smiled since he started fighting.

"What the **** are you going to do!" Laxia had a very bad feeling, and the other party seemed to be about to do something quite unusual.

"I can't do anything..." Weijin shook his head. From the beginning to the present, he never thought about the possibility of victory. Even Buster hasn't beaten an opponent, and he who is not specialized in combat is even less likely to be an opponent. Therefore, from the beginning, he was not obsessed with victory. What he had to do was not fight against Lasha.

In fact, he almost got what he wanted. However, it is still a little bit short, the last step is still the most critical step.

At the beginning, the final stage of the plan...

Hundreds of split bodies began to move again, although the strength of each split body was not strong, and it could even be said to be very weak for the seventh-level strong. However, there is one thing that only Viking himself can do, and that is what he is best at.

It can't go on like this, it will be endless. A somewhat anxious Laxia held his Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword, and powerful power was transmitted from the blade of the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword. This is her power, the power that can defeat all opponents, as long as she releases it, she will definitely win.

Use that trick! There seemed to be a voice in Rasha's mind calling her! If it were that trick, no matter how many individuals the opponent splits, it is useless. The absolute power that can almost smash this wasteland can completely wipe out all the enemies at once.

Yes, using absolute power to destroy all opponents is the only way.

attack! Without any hesitation, Laxia raised the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword in his hand high. The ground under her feet began to tremble because she couldn't bear the huge power, and one after another small cracks continued to extend to the surroundings, as if a mountain suddenly pressed on the ground.

Although she didn't open those eyes, Laxia could feel that the power of the powerful Longan still overflowed from her body. This is the power that can destroy everything, it is a unique power in the sky and the world, which is king over all things.

Layers of golden light waves swayed from the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword, and the powerful magical power that was close to the essence exploded frantically beside Laxia. Countless broken stones were shattered and then turned into nothingness. Under this terrifying force, everything was collapsing.

This is Lasha's strongest power, and it is not inferior to Buster, who is a Zerg destroyer. It is possible for Rasha, who has not yet reached the eighth level, to exert the ultimate power beyond the level of offensive power-the power of the blue-eyed white dragon.

"I see, is this the kind of power, the power that even the adult is addicted to... such a powerful force, such a perfect body... are you satisfied? Die in the hands of such an opponent, and, yes The hands of a true brave man." Wei Jin held the pocket watch in his hand and stared at the small figure in the pocket watch.

"Yeah! What a great big sister, is she the legendary dragon hero? I really envy. I've been able to fight with such a person on the same stage. I'm already satisfied. Thank you, big brother." Among the pocket watches, a teenager who looked exactly like Weijin, but who seemed to be much younger, nodded and said with excitement.

"Really, then, that's it. The two hundred and thirteen hours, forty-five minutes, and thirty-seven seconds that I spent with you are very happy. However, it is time to end. Great Doom, I should choose my own death, let's go together." Wiggin smiled and nodded, opened the pocket watch, put it in his hand, and listened to the tick of the second inside. It was the last voice he heard in this world.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." An extremely huge power exploded on the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword in Laxia's hand. This time, the power gathered on the Dragon Sovereign Destruction Sword seemed to have reached a new height. If La Xia's body had not been changed by the dragon's blood, I am afraid that he would not be able to withstand this huge power at all.

"Roar!" An earth-shaking dragon roar spread throughout the wasteland. Behind Laxia, a huge golden dragon shadow was gradually taking shape. This was exactly one of the strongest large-scale moves in the Dragon Slay Destruction Sword Style-the precursor to the launch of the Dragon Jingbo.

If killing one, ten, or a hundred is useless, then just destroy it all in one go. In this ultra-large-scale attack without any dead ends, the enemy cannot have a hiding place.

This is the best way. Although it takes a little bit more power, Lasha never wants to repeat that kind of mechanical killing. That will only make her feel endless depression, she will not be afraid of any challenge, but absolutely does not like meaningless killing.

"Here... Are you ready..." Weijin said calmly, watching the golden light wave that seemed to destroy the entire world.

"It's so beautiful... the golden dragon, is that a brave man?" The little figure in the pocket watch looked at the golden dragon on the opposite side, which was constructed by the power of the Dragon King’s destruction sword. It was so mighty, so powerful, that It is the power that belongs to the brave, the symbol of the true brave.

The big sister there is really a dragon hero.

"Five...four...three..." Weijin calmly counted down his life. After Her Royal Highness's plan no longer requires his power, there is only one thing he can do.

"Go! Dragon Slay Destruction Sword Style·Dragon Jingbo!" Laxia swung down the Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword in his hand. With the huge body of the Dragon Emperor's Destruction Sword swung down, the golden dragon behind her opened its eyes, and the dazzling golden light centered on its body, forming countless golden light waves, spreading wildly around.

The earth was burning and melting, everything, in front of those layers of golden light, all turned into powder, and then was blown away. Dragon Jingbo’s attack has no dead ends. Within its attack range, all creatures will be bombarded indiscriminately.

The power of the Dragon King's destruction sword is an absolute power that can chop even the stars in the sky.

"In front of that sword, all material existence will be destroyed. However, even the legendary sword that can crush the stars has something that cannot be destroyed. Accept it, this is my gift to you, dragon The brave..." Among the Zerg, Weijin, known for his sophisticated calculation ability and erosion and infection ability, has already seen his end. However, he still smiled and greeted the end of his own choice.

In the face of this powerful force, he has nowhere to escape, who is not strong in combat. The ability to split is limited to one area, but the opponent's attack range has exceeded his split control area. Therefore, this time, he will undoubtedly die.

First, the split body that first came into contact with the golden light waves was shattered, the fragments of the corpse were wiped out, and even the blood was evaporated, leaving no traces.

Then the ones in the middle, like the previous splits, were completely evaporated.

In the end, it is his ontology. In fact, it is not correct to say that, because all the split bodies can be regarded as his ontology, but it is controlled by a consciousness. His own consciousness can be changed in the split body at will, but in this situation, there is no need to change.

"Is this the way I chose to die... It's really beautiful..." Wei Jin quietly closed his eyes. From the very beginning, all this was his plan. Using continuous mental inducement to let the young dragon brave use a powerful enough stunt, and then complete his own death.

Now, this plan has finally succeeded, and that gift can definitely give that so-called brave enough blow. This is the maximum intensity attack that he can do if he is not strong in combat effectiveness.

"His Royal Highness, Master Buster, and everyone, goodbye..." In the dazzling golden light, Wei Jin smiled and disappeared into the light after sending out his last gift. Not even a trace of it remained in this world, as if it had never existed before.

"Goodbye, big brother, thank you..." The pocket watch that had been held by Weijin "clicked" and shattered into countless fragments. One of the small figures flashed in the golden light and disappeared. .

Everything is over, Rasha thinks so when he put the huge Dragon Emperor Destruction Sword back on his shoulder.

After a very depressing battle, finally used a powerful stunt to solve the difficult opponent, this should be a very happy thing. But why, she would have a feeling of emptiness and sadness, as if she had done something wrong.

What's wrong? Since I came to this brave tournament, I should have the determination to defeat all the opponents. Moreover, the other party didn't seem to have any fear of death at all, but just attacked her in disorder. Although the number of people is large and the formation is very standard, the method of fighting is like a newcomer who has never been on the battlefield. It is quite chaotic.

This made her wonder if the opponent really wanted to fight her?

"Ah! What is this!" Just as Laxia was wondering, an unusual mental fragment entered her mind, and along with it, there were some scattered memory fragments.

In terms of strength, these fragments are not strong, and they don't even feel any danger. They seem to simply want to convey something to her. In the judgment of the Void Eye, there is no attack power at all. This is not so much an attack as it is the last message the opponent gave him.

The information in the fragments is not very complicated, it can even be said to be very simple, just a little boy's dream.

The little boy's name is Wiggin. He was born in a small town on the outskirts of Sofia. He is neither a descendant of a nobleman nor has he learned any magic or martial arts. He is just the third son of a small businessman. Moreover, compared to ordinary teenagers of the same age, his body can be said to be very weak.

From a very young age, he has been sick in bed, and only a few days a year can be healthy in the sun. This disease is incurable, it is a congenital genetic disease, and it is useless even for the best priest to help him use the magic arts.

As he got older, his illness became more and more serious. Soon after he was ten years old, he didn't even have the ability to move freely under the sun for a few days of the year. All he can do is to lie on the bed and watch the leaves of the big tree next to the window keep falling.

In this environment, reading became his only affordable hobby. Perhaps because of his weak body, what he likes the most is to read the stories of the legendary brave men.

Maybe it will make people think it is ridiculous. Such him, such a weak and feeble one, has dreamed of becoming a brave since he was a child. Before he was ten years old, when there were still a few days to be active under the sun every year, what he liked most was holding a wooden sword and gesturing with the legendary fighting moves of the brave men. Although he has to rest for a few minutes every time he exercises, it is the time he desires most of the year.

After losing his last activity time, his only spiritual sustenance is the stories of the heroes who fought with powerful monsters and even demon kings in the legend. Every day, he will make the same wish, even if it is only one day, or even only an hour, he wants to fight once like a brave man. To this end, he also deliberately learned combat-related skills and battlefield strategies.

Unfortunately, that is an extravagant hope that can never be achieved. No one understands his body better than himself. The remaining vitality of this body has been declining day by day. He did not have the opportunity to grow up, nor did he have the opportunity to exercise himself. He will only die slowly in this hospital bed, and no one will remember his existence. His parents had given up long ago and just continued to treat him with their responsibilities. Their love had long been shared with his healthy older brothers and sisters.

He does not resent his parents because they gave birth to him and have been taking care of him. If it was a child of a commoner, maybe he would have given up his treatment a long time ago. He doesn't resent those brothers and sisters, they all have their own affairs to be busy, as people who must inherit his father's career, they don't have the energy to care for him.

He didn't even resent his illness, it was inherited from the family, and no one could be blamed. The only thing he regrets is that he can't fulfill his dream. Even if it was only once, he wanted to fight like the legendary heroes. The opponent can be anyone, even if he dies in the opponent's hands. He wants to fight desperately like that, even if he burns all his remaining lives.

It seemed that the omnipotent Supreme God heard his voice, and a black shadow appeared in front of him one night before the brave conference he had longed for.

"A good boarder, although the body is weak, but the coordination is very good, and the synchronization probability with me is more than 90%... The result of the fusion is expected to be perfect." With a little green black phantom beside his window Flying, as beautiful as fireflies under the moonlight.

"Who are you?"

"My name is meaningless. I want your body. If you are willing to give up all resistance, I will be very happy."

"My body? This body is useless. It's useless for you to go!"

"It's really a waste to others, but I'm not a combat type originally, as long as I can integrate smoothly."

"What will happen after fusion."

"Your consciousness will be occupied by me, but I don't need to rely on my body to fight. You can keep your consciousness in a split body of mine."

"Fighting? Can you give me the power to fight?"

"Yes, from a general human perspective, if you merge with me, and if I let you fight, you can have the power of a seventh-level strong."

"Seventh-level strong! I... I... can also be a brave? Become the seventh-level strong with powerful treasures in those stories."

"The answer is yes. Although I don't use treasures, I have the special ability of regional continuous division. I can restrain most of the treasures of the seventh-level strong and defeat them in long-term battles. However, for those who are too powerful. Seventh-level strong, this ability does not win."

"Then, you can eat me. Even if it's only for one day, even if it's only once, I want to have that power. It doesn't matter even if I'm killed, I want to be a brave man."

"Very well, then, be swallowed by me. You will become a part of me, responsible for boring battles..."

The noisy arena, the strong opponent, this is the arena of the brave tournament, the big brother who is completely uninterested in fighting has left. Here, it is him who manipulates the body that can be continuously divided to fight, he who could not even hold a real sword! The young man looked at that opponent excitedly. It was a real 7th-level powerhouse. The powerhouse he had dreamed of fought before. Although his offensive power was insufficient, he could hope to win by using protracted battles...

Victory! Unbelievable, even the big brother of the ontology felt a little surprised. For the first time he manipulated the ability to split his body, he actually relied on the tactics learned from the book to win.

It doesn't matter even if he is dead, he can actually rely on his own hands to win a victory on the field of the brave tournament he dreams of! The opponent is not a soldier who was often seen on the street before, but a 7th-level powerhouse with real treasures. This is almost like a dream...

Woke up again, the voice of Big Brother seemed a little different from before. However, the battle was still entrusted to him, just in accordance with the requirements of the elder brother, regardless of the casualties of the attack. When he was in charge of the attack, the elder brother was saying something, but he didn't understand the meaning of those words.

However, really, just like what the big brother said, this sister named Laxia is so strong, and she is not on the same level as the uncle of the last game. Even if he had little combat experience, he knew that after this time, it was impossible for him to win at all. But this is enough, isn't it, he has got more happiness than he dreamed. Coming to the legendary brave conference to fight against the true brave sister, his most extravagant fantasy has never reached this level. In fact, as long as he could pick up a real sword and fight a level three and four monsters, he would have died without regret.

The elder brother seemed to understand this, and smiled and said, "Enough is enough. The power she has is not something we can fight against. This is the end of my own choice and the death of my own choice."

Yes, everything is over, but he has no regrets, because his dream has been realized.

"It's so beautiful... the golden dragon, is that a brave... really a powerful big sister, she is indeed a legendary brave. It is really blessed to be able to die in the hands of a true brave in such a battle."

"My dream has finally come true, thank you, big brother, Sister Laxia, thank you..."

The last image is the golden light coming over the sky...