The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Huh..." Seeing Angela lying safe and sound in Relu's arms, Ulysses finally let go of the heart he had been holding. The premonition that I felt from the beginning of the game finally disappeared. The turning point should be when Angela stood up again. Although I don’t know what happened at that time, it is indeed the vague breath that entangled Angela from that moment. Disappeared.

A white light flashed, and Leilu, who had finished the game, returned to the lounge of the Apostles. Although she had experienced such a thrilling duel, her expression did not seem to have changed, as if she had just gone to the fruit garden to chop down a few saplings.

"Huh, Lei Lu, be careless...but that guy did a good job, and the last flame bomb was pretty good." Heroic King Yuke looked at the burn marks on Lei Lu's body. Although this trace is not even a real injury, it means that for a moment, that Angela's attack did reach her.

This doesn't seem to be a big deal, but if you know the fact that so far there are almost zero people who have left scars on Leilu, you will understand what an amazing task Angela has accomplished. Originally, the heroic king Yu Ke thought that she was the only one who could break through the defense of Leilu's halberd at the seventh level... well, maybe Ulysses should be added to the list.

"Lei Lu, isn't it painful?" Fali looked at the burnt marks on Lei Lu's body with some fear. It must be painful to be burned by the fire. When she was a child, she was accidentally splashed by sparks in the fireplace, but she cried for most of the day.

"It's just burned to the clothes... I haven't seen it for a long time..." Lei Lu's first sentence and the next sentence didn't seem to catch the edge at all, but the answer that he was not burned by the flame still let Fali breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's fine, Leilu, it's hard work." Ulysses stretched out his hand and subconsciously used the healing technique:

"In the name of Ulysses, healing."

A slight white light gleamed in the lounge, and Relu looked at Ulysses strangely, but didn't say anything. Instead, he naturally accepted this useless treatment, and at the same time entered the same half-sleep and half-awake state as usual.

...

In the lounge of the Devil Maid Team, Hydra stretched out her little finger and poked Angela who was completely fainted:

"This guy is really messing up. He actually made her body like this. She shouldn't think that she is also immortal, right?"

"Excessive overdraft, injury, and rest for a few days. Before that, use puppet fruit to disguise it." Saya, who was prepared for this situation, waved his hand and wrapped Angela's body in the treatment. In the flower of Styx. Although the speed of Styx's treatment is not as fast as the painful thorns, the side effects are much smaller. Anyway, in the next battle, she probably didn't need her who just learned how to use the true power of the red bridal gown to participate.

"It's really a stubborn guy. He actually lasted till the end..." Hydra reached out and poked Angela's body again. Soon, Hydra seemed to become addicted to this sporty exercise. In the next time, I tried to feel the touch of Angela's body, and finally came to the conclusion that the chest felt the best.

...

Not long after celebrating Leilu's victorious return (Ulysses also thanked Angela for no accident), the second round of the brave tournament is about to begin. This time, there was also a member of the Apostles among the two participating in the battle.

"Ah! I heard it, it's Mihalu's name!" Mihalu, who would not be quiet anyway, raised his hand high and exclaimed in excitement. In a sense, she is very, very combative.

"Mihalu, come on." Ulysses smiled and looked at Mihalu who had jumped up.

"Definitely, we will win! Swear by this fist of hope, dear!" Mihalu hugged Ulysses happily. At the same time, he raised his right hand and pressed it against Ulysses's hand.

"Speak with Mihalu-victory!"

"Victory!" Ulysses involuntarily read out the declaration of victory with Mihalu.

"Wait, dear, take a look at Miharu's newly developed moves! The girl's highest punch, the strongest! V!" Miharu stretched out his hand, made a victory sign, and rushed in happily That teleported magic circle.

After a burst of white light, Mihalu's figure disappeared in the magic circle.

Soon, the pink figure appeared in the arena, on the duel field built by the space demon ten-dimensional cube with the organization.

"This is..." Miharu, who walked out of the teleportation magic circle, looked around with a little surprise. Although it is the second time to enter the duel field of the brave tournament, but also watched a lot of other people's games. However, this was the first time she saw such a scene.

Here, it is not a plain or a high mountain, or a seashore or a forest. The place where she is standing now is the top of an extremely huge building. This is a huge building that she has never seen before. It is probably more than six to seven hundred meters in height. In terms of the number of floors, there are at least one hundred stories.

The top floor is a circular square with a diameter of more than one hundred meters. There was nothing in the square, only the strong wind blowing from high above, blowing Mihalu's pink hair continuously back.

"It's so tall!" It was the first time Mihalu stood on such a tall building and looked at the ground. Below it seems to be a deserted city, broken streets, decadent roads, garbage that no one picks up. I don't know what the space demon used as a reference to create such a battlefield.

"Nice view." Opposite Mihalu. A middle-aged man wearing a white shirt, red hem and a black belt around his waist was looking at the same scenery. He has short blond hair combed back and a body of refined muscles. I didn't see any weapons on his body, but he possessed a kind of invisible power, that is the majesty that only a person who has been in a high position for many years can have.

From his perspective, everything on the ground has become so small, it feels as if everything is trampled underfoot. That's right, that's what he wanted. On such a towering top-level building, it is a sense of superiority to rule the entire city as the owner, and to have a panoramic view of everything in the entire city. When he returns, he will build such a building immediately, no matter how much money it spends, it doesn't matter how many people are exhausted. Only this kind of domineering building is qualified to be his residence. He will name this building after his own name and make it an unforgettable monument.

This voice reminded Mihalu. This is not a scenic area. It's a real battlefield.

"Hope Fist Lock!" Miharu raised her right hand, and the fist lock representing brilliance and hope appeared on her wrist. Several strange golden characters appeared in the round silver crystal, and the crystal chain wrapped her hand, shining beautifully.

The middle-aged man who felt the light turned his head and looked at Miharu, who was full of confidence, with a wicked smile on his mouth. Those eyes stared at Mihalu's body like a poisonous snake, and a murderous intent that was close to the essence locked her firmly.

"Don't you take out your weapon?" Mihalu opened her right hand, hoping that the fist lock had been combined according to her hope, which would be the most impactful and destructive form.

"Weapons? I don't have that kind of thing. A true fighter, only needs to rely on his own body to exert his power beyond the limit. My treasure, I only need to strengthen my body." Middle-aged male doubles The feet are slightly apart, and the hands are embracing. The meticulously combed blonde hair didn't deform at all even in such a strong wind. The powerful posture that stood tall was like a mountain, unshakable.

"Are you a fighter too?" Mihalu looked at each other curiously. To be honest, she hasn't really fought a similar profession at her level. She is also good at meat blogging skills, this is the first time she has met a strong person of the same type as herself.

The middle-aged man twisted his neck, shrugged his shoulders, and rolled his wrist again. A crisp skeletal sound burst into the air, as if some kind of murder weapon was awakening.

"Ah...Why can't Mihalu do it..." Mihalu also learned to twist his neck, turned his wrist, and shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately, there was no sound, but the beautiful **** shook with her movements...

"Little girl, it's better to jump from here obediently." The murderous intent of the middle-aged man continued unabated, and then he raised his hand and flicked it vigorously.

The high-altitude wind gathered in front of him in an instant, forming a huge wind blade, which is the essence of the force of the gale, and far surpasses the wind weapon of ordinary wind magic wizards.