The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Not reconciled! Why, why, why is it such a result! Betting on all her last blows, she couldn't even hurt Leilu! Obviously, he has achieved the point where he doesn't even want his life, and he has clearly crossed the boundary of death. But there is still no way to catch up with her, catch up with this leisurely and casual sister, a ghost whose strength can't see the limit.

"Um...cough..." Blood dripped from the corner of Angela's mouth. Using her body indiscriminately to this point, even if Lei Lu's attack hasn't arrived, she won't be able to hold on for much time. The limbs seem to be no longer their own, and the pain from the end of the nerve has long reached an unbearable limit. It is a miracle to be able to barely kneel down like this one without falling down.

Is this her last? Even Leilu fell down without hurting a single hair, so ridiculously ended? With only the red bridal gown left, what weapons do she have to continue fighting...

"Hmm...cough..." More blood flowed from the wrist and body. The pain swept across her body as if her whole body was torn apart, which was the result of her own cause. This is the result of forcing herself too much, and even increasing her strength to the point that she can't bear it. After the paralysis of the painful thorns disappears, the pain that should have belonged to her body will naturally return.

The vision became increasingly blurred, and the sound of thunder in the distant sky echoed in his ears. Everything in his eyes seemed to be covered with a hazy mist, and the rust-like smell in his mouth became stronger and stronger.

"Gah!" With a sharp pain in the chest, a large mouthful of blood involuntarily spilled from the mouth and fell to the ground, staining the ground burned by the flames.

Is this her limit? Even if she spares everything, even her own treasure is destroyed with a full blow, there is no way to really cause real harm to her opponent, her sister who has exactly the same hair color and eyes. Does her battle end here?

No! No, as long as the hands can still move, as long as the heart is still beating, she will continue to fight! Fight!

Angela's body staggered to her feet, her hands stretched out unconsciously, as if she wanted to grab something, grab the weapon that no longer exists, and accompany her through countless battle weapons. Its name is Red-Eyed Dragon Spear-Fei Lu Bei Di Lu.

"Phil Bedillo, where...weapon, where..." Angela, who was already a little vague, said very simple, not arrogantly provocative and murderous curses. It's just that, pure and single-minded, I want my own weapon, that steel lance that should no longer exist.

Philubettilu, where is it?

In Angela's vague consciousness, she did feel the weapon's existence. But she, who can't see clearly the scenery in front of her, won't know that the majestic steel lance has exploded into countless fragments in her last blow, scattered scattered on the scorched flames. Above the earth.

"Phil Bedillo..." Angela, who could not see clearly, opened her hand and wanted to summon her strongest weapon as before. However, this time, the red-eyed dragon spear Philobedilu, who had almost become a part of her body, could not respond to her call again. To be precise, it is impossible to return. The weapon that has been completely shattered has no ability as a treasure, and only some fragments that still have Angela's breath are left.

"Ha...ah..." My body hurts. The pain was so painful that even standing still felt hard, but Angela still persistently summoned her own weapon, the red-eyed dragon spear that only belonged to her.

By now, it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. What's left is just the persistence to the end of the battle, and I definitely don't want to persist in falling down like this.

Therefore, she wanted weapons, and wanted to hold the familiar steel lance, her Feilubedilu.

"Angela..." In the lounge of the Apostles, Ulysses' unclear feeling became more and more serious. Although it seemed to others that Angela was still confronting Leilu. But there is a feeling that tells him that Angela is in a very, very bad state now, and it is not surprising when he will fall down.

"..." About ten meters in front of Angela. Lei Lu, who resisted the crimson halberd, stopped, as if thinking about something. In her red eyes, Angela's figure in a red bridal gown was reflected on the opposite side.

In that reflection, Angela's eyes seemed to have lost all the color, and her slender body trembled slightly. But he insisted on standing in front of Leilu. There is no sign of retreating.

"arms……"

"The weapon is..."

"Where..." Although she was about to see things clearly and exhausted all her strength even standing, Angela still longed for weapons, longing for her own, the last pride.

"Crack!" From inside the body, there was a cracking sound, as if a bone was broken. Probably because of the sequelae that occurred during the last attack with the red eye dragon spear.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The feeling that a certain part of her body collapsed caused Angela, who was already scarred, to tremble violently. But a certain will made her insist on not falling, instead she squeezed her hand even harder, summoning her lost weapon.

arms……

Her weapon...

Her red-eyed dragon spear...

Only the heirs of the dragon blood are eligible to use the gun...

The name is-Feilu Bedilu.

As if feeling Angela's desperate call, the tiny light flickered in Angela's hand, bit by bit. But that is not a weapon, but a fragment. The fragments belonging to the red-eyed dragon gun cannot be used as the wreckage of any battle.

"Philbedillo?" Angela smiled when she felt what appeared in her hand.

Ah, it really looks like it. Feilubedilu, with only a few fragments left, is so similar to her who only has the strength to stand.

Fingers grasped the tiny fragment harder than ever. This was the last thing she had left. Because of her chaos, the red-eyed dragon gun Fei Lu Bedilu who has accompanied her through countless battles has only left such wreckage. However, she didn't regret it, and Philubidilu certainly didn't regret it. The blow just now was indeed the strongest blow in her life, a blow that brought together all the power of herself and Fei Lu Bei Dilu.

"Ha...Ha..." Angela showed a happy or free smile, holding the last wreckage of the red-eyed dragon spear Philubettilu, and squeezed her hand across in front of her.

She no longer has the strength to use both hands. In this state, it goes without saying that to attack Leilu, I am afraid that the blow to connect her is an extravagant hope.

However, even so, she will fight to the last minute. For the dignity of her dragon princess, and for her desperate practice and hard work over the past few years, and...

Ulysses, a warm name came to Angela's mind. Although, the time spent with him is actually not long. Moreover, most of the time she hid in the maids team under the pseudonym "Pandora".

However, the time spent with him was really not bad. Although he looks weak, but when he fights hard, he is more serious than anyone else. Obviously he was at a loss for her confession, but he would not refuse her, and even accepted her in the end.

The time she spent with him was probably the easiest time since she started chasing Leilu. During this time, she had too many firsts.

For the first time, I kissed and hugged someone because I couldn't help it.

It was the first time someone saw my body.

Write a love letter to someone for the first time.

It was the first time to invite someone out and confessed in the sacred ancient arena.

For the first time, ninety-nine red roses representing eternal love are presented.

It is the first time to combine with someone who is willing to burn enthusiasm...

Really, it was an incredible time. From the beginning of Saya's willful actions until now, she has experienced too many things that she could not imagine when she was only practicing desperately before.

At this last moment, putting aside the hatred of Leilu, recalling that period of life that had nothing to do with the battle, or even a somewhat plain life, would feel particularly impressive.

Especially during the period of time with Ulysses, although the time between two people in the true sense is very short (because an uncontrolled blushing event may occur as soon as they are close). However, when two people are really together...

Ah, when I think of it, when the two are really alone together. Aren’t they basically doing hot things, especially the night before coming here. She and him... At that time, what kind of mood was she holding him?

Dedication, burning enthusiasm, forgetting everything, hugging each other with him, feeling everything about each other, what kind of feeling...Huh?

When Angela recalled everything that belonged to her on that hot night, a certain voice rang loudly in the red bridal gown she was wearing.

That was only she could hear—Long Ming.