Multiverse Anime: The Harem Life of the Healer

Confronting each other from a distance, Emperor Flakia took a deep look at the black-haired young man.

"My good sister, you have really found a good knight."

"That's right, he is my concubine's Sun Knight, and he can do anything against me." Priscilla said proudly, "His absolute strength is enough to crush all conspiracies."

"But you still fell into my trap. This Sword Slave Island will be your grave. Come out, my divine general!"

Among the nine divine generals of the empire, the strongest Qing Lei can even rival [Sword Master] Reinhardt. The strong ones at the same level as them are monsters like [Sword Saint], [Dragon] and [Sage].

In this day and age, all that has ceased to exist.

Hide your trump card and attack with all your strength!

Wen Senlin even used court magicians to join forces to cast spells to change the sky. Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in.

The sun was blocked.

Priscilla's heart sank, knowing that today would be a tough battle.

Three life-saving gems are not enough. This brother is very calculating and knows her weaknesses too well.

"Priscilla, think more." Vincent said leisurely, "Since you were a child, being arrogant and underestimating your enemies has been your biggest fault."

"But I love it."

Nangong Xuan defended the girl in red and held her hand. Yang, one of the six colored elves, was shared with Priscilla.

"Today, not even one of my beloved gems will be broken."

"You..."

It’s my little sun.

Priscilla suddenly smiled softly.

"If you can get out of here alive, are you willing to take a concubine?"

"certainly."

"Don't you mind if I am a widow?"

Nangong smiled and said, "The one I want to marry is a female emperor."

"There is really no other way, so let's take back my 'King's Treasure'. Flakia, your emperor...is back."

Priscilla's eyes were piercing, and her whole body exuded charming charm. Wen Senlin's face was ashen, and he could clearly feel that this kingly aura far surpassed his own.

"Yangjian!"

Time returned to the present, Priscilla drew the flaming sword from the void, recalling the handsome face of the black-haired young man, her heart felt warm.

Just like us at that time, two swords combined!

Sirius felt strong pressure, and the skin under the bandage felt a familiar burning sensation.

No, the fire of the sun is a hundred times hotter than when it was burned and disfigured!

"boom!"

The zombie-like [Angry Priest] waved the chain and also launched a mysterious fire attack.

"My flame is above you."

Priscilla waved the [Yang Sword] and easily cut through the flames. At the same time, the sun-like flames struck Sirius.

I am the sun!

On the other side, Anastasia ran up to the western control tower panting. He didn't even have Donna Fox with him, which naturally made Julius worried.

At the top of the tower, it was pitch black.

A dirty waif huddled in the corner.

The purple-haired loli hesitated and said, "Are you okay?"

Another person in [Gluttony Priest], [Gluttony] Roy Alfalud. In the darkness, the disheveled waif grinned.

Just as the kind-hearted Anastasia was about to lend a helping hand, she was stopped by the purple-haired knight.

"Lady Anna, be careful!"

"What a disappointment." Anastasia curled her lips, "Do you think I would fall into such a clumsy trap? I have already received information about Crucius being attacked by [Gluttony Priest]. I originally thought of it. He's a sure kill."

"elder brother……"

Roy's eyes showed hatred, which was violent and hurtful.

[Hateful Food] stretched out his long tongue and was about to lick the purple-haired lolita's little hand, but Julius risked his life to stop it.

Anastasia stepped back repeatedly and put her hands on her chest, still feeling scared.

"The back of my hand can only be kissed by that person."

Hearing these words, Julius felt bitter in his heart. Being loyal, he still drew his sword and faced [Priest of Gluttony], and instantly entered the six-color elf knight state.

"Al Clawlista!"

Anastasia couldn't help but worry about her subordinates, and hurriedly said: "Yuri, you'd better retreat. I have a way to deal with this guy..."

"I didn't even bring Donna here. Lady Anna, it's better not to be willful. This is my duty as a knight." Julius said calmly.

Even the "worst knight".

Anna hesitated: "Can I win?"

"It will win."

The purple-haired knight felt heavy.

Julius could no longer afford to fail.

"Did you hit the wrong person?" Roy licked his dirty palms, "It doesn't matter, I'll eat you first, Julius Eucius!"

The name is too long and it will be troublesome to eat.

In the eastern control tower, Nangong Xuan took Emilia and Satila to the top of the tower.

Unexpectedly, there was no Sin Archbishop guarding the place, only "ordinary" witch cultists, one tall, one short, one fat, one thin, with their faces covered.

Emilia asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

"There are not many Sin Archbishops left." Nangong said leisurely.

The [Priest of Desire], who was supposed to be the strongest, had been eliminated long ago. Even if Pandora devoted all the power of the Witch Cult and even sent out black snakes to make up the numbers, it would not be able to fill the gap in combat power.

The scheming [Witch of Pretence] has not shown up yet.

The tall, fat man in black robe suddenly moved.

"puff!"

His shirt suddenly burst open, and eight arms suddenly stretched out. Following closely was the slender black-robed woman, who used a sword as fast as a pop.

"Dang!"

Nangong Xuan summoned the [Dragon Sword] and blocked the joint attack of the two with the scabbard. A touch of emerald appeared in his eyes, and the elf's eyes had already seen through the identity under the black robe.

"The defeated general of Regulus, one of the former generals of Vlachia, [Kurugan, the eight-armed fighting god]? And the previous [Sword Saint]..."

Nangong Xuan was silent.

The knowledgeable Satira reminded: "Be careful, it's a corpse soldier! I'm afraid it was made by some powerful water magic."

"The Witch Cult, even the corpses of the dead are toyed with?" Emilia's face was as dark as water.

Nangong Xuan felt that the [Dragon Sword] in his hand had a reaction to the woman in front of him. Because it was its long-lost former owner.

Do you want to bury her with your own hands and let her soul rest in peace?

Nangong had an epiphany in his heart. [Dragon Sword] Red couldn't resist his huge dragon power, and he could only obey when he didn't want to unsheathe, but this was the first time he was so active.

The sword revealed a sad mood.

"Aimi, Satira, Kurgan is left to you." Nangong said lightly, "I want to talk to her with the sword."

The blessing of the sword saint!

Nangong Xuan drew his sword, and only heard a sword chant.

Without activating the [Dragon Sword], the air wave brought by the sword drawing blew away the witch hats of the two black-robed people, revealing the faces of the dead.

A waterfall of fiery red hair fluttered with the sword wind. The mysterious woman showed a young face, covered with ominous magic patterns.

"The previous generation of [Sword Saint], Theresia van Astraea. No, I took the name of [Sword Saint], I should call you senior." Nangong said in a deep voice.

Perhaps influenced by the aura of the [Dragon Sword], Theresa briefly regained consciousness and felt an inexplicable sense of closeness from the black-haired young man in front of her. It was a familiar protection.

"My good grandson has grown up? No, that's not right!"

No iconic red hair.

[The Protection of the Sword Saint] actually fell into the hands of others!

Theresa was stunned and said: "Young man, who are you..."

"No more words, the sword decides the victory."

Chapter 308 The Most Beautiful Killer

"So strong..."

In Emilia's eyes, [Kurugan, the Eight-Armed Fighting God] is like a god of war. Such a person was easily killed by the Archbishop of Sin, and even his corpse was made into a puppet.

"Aimi, I'll help you!"

Satella activated her power.

After losing a large number of factors and the personality of the [Witch of Jealousy], her strength was severely reduced, but her ability to control shadows did not change.

Countless shadows swept away, and she could only barely control Kurgan's eight arms.

"Ice Sword!"

Emilia's hand transformed into a crystal-clear rapier and rushed forward.

On the other side, although Theresa had regained some consciousness, her body was still controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes, and she launched a series of sword skills towards Nangong.

"Be careful, young man. I have the [Divine Protection of Death]. The wounds cannot heal and will bleed continuously."

The upright Theresa wanted to remind her opponent even after death.

"Thank you."

Nangong Xuan dodged and saw Theresa pierce Kurgan's chest with a sword.

"Puff!"

Even the corpse showed the effect of [Divine Protection of Death] and shed horrible black blood.

"Does this kind of zombie puppet inherit the protection of life?" Satira's heart sank.

"Good sword skills, but not enough." Nangong said calmly, "You have been dead for fifteen years, and you have been caught up by Wilhelm."

"Is he still alive?"

Nangong said: "He is fine, but a little forgetful."

Theresa showed a complicated look, thinking that her husband who remained in the world was suffering from Alzheimer's disease.

"Fifteen years have passed."

"You still have the memory of your life, and your soul has not returned to the [Corridor of Memory]. It seems that Pandora has collected your soul." Nangong understood clearly.

Both power and protection are attached to the soul. In order to ensure that the corpse soldiers can use the full power before birth, the [Witch of Pretense] imprisoned their souls.

"That's right. I didn't lose to the White Whale because I lost the [Divine Protection of the Sword Saint], but someone was secretly controlling it. The witch who has never appeared in history, is her name Pandora?"

"In order for Capella to fulfill her wish to destroy the country, you are an obstacle. Lugnica's [Sword Saint] will die here."

At that time, the white-haired girl in the memory had a faint smile on her face.

"Can't let the White Whale eat you. Otherwise, you will have no use value without your existence and memory."

Thearesia's consciousness returned to the present, and she could not control her body and faced the black-haired young man with a sword.