The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

"Come on, lovely lady, just let me see what your melody is!" Seeing Mihalu whose whole body was surrounded by hot light, Hamel seemed even more excited. It was a kind of encounter. To the excitement of natural enemies.

Unfortunately, for him returning from a certain dead world, the powerful light power is his nemesis. However, on the other hand, it is also his favorite thing to challenge.

In this world, there is no longer anything that would make him fearful. After crossing his death, all that is left is his passion for music. Light, darkness, it doesn't matter what those things are. Like his old man who is no longer alive, he has no rejection of darkness, death, and blood. From this perspective, they are surprisingly alike.

"The colorless lock entwined in my hand, shine, shine!" The warrior Miharu tightly held her fist, then lowered her body slightly, and launched an explosive high-speed sprint.

"Cry, shout, and let everything break!" Hamel grabbed the metal instrument in his hand and continued his crazy playing. However, this time, it was a veritable voice of death.

"Bang! Bang!" The destructive sound wave turned into a substantial sound blade, constantly erupting from Hamel. That crazy rhythm turned into a powerful weapon at this moment. Like a sharp sword, like a spear, it unscrupulously struck Mihalu who was sprinting at a high speed. The crazy rhythm that even the soul trembles whirls in the air, as if there are countless huge things cruising in the sky. The violent popping sound danced with the explosion of the air, and the earth and trees all trembled in front of this huge force.

"Go! Girl Supreme Fist!" Mihalu turned into a white arrow, directly smashing all obstacles blocking her path. Regardless of whether it was trees or boulders, or those strange black notes, they couldn't stop her.

No hesitation, no confusion. For the single-minded Miharu, this kind of music is no different from ordinary wind, except that it is a bit louder and noisy.

"Hahahahaha, so strong, really strong! Why is there no impact at all, is my music so bad?" Hamel laughed wildly at Mihalu, who was rushing over at high speed, before he played with all his strength. There are still people who can be so unwavering. Really, this is the first time.

Running and advancing, Mihalu did not stop or appear to be affected. Her fist of hope, as always, focused on all her beliefs, and blasted through all obstacles that stood in front of her. Until, in front of her, only Hamel, who was naked and laughing crazily, was left.

"Boom!" Mihalu leaped high, and now, in front of her, there were no obstacles!

"Girl's Supreme Fist·Meteor Strike!"

"Interesting! The dead soul wandering in the abyss, came from that despair, turned into a beast, and became my minion! Carnival!" Hamel laughed wildly and raised his right hand, the ordinary hand. Start to twist at high speed. Deformed, it instantly turned into a huge bone blade.

The dazzling light turned into countless clusters of light pouring down from the sky. It was the light in Mihalu's hand, the light that represented her will and hope, and the light of victory shot from the lock of hope.

"Deadbone Shield!" The hand that turned into a huge bone blade quickly deformed and turned into a huge bone shield, blocking Mihalu's attack.

However, this is not without cost!

"Flap! Flap! Flap!" There was a violent explosion in all the places attacked by Miharu's light group, and the huge bone shield was blown to the point of flying debris.

"What a strong light! Beautiful lady!" Hamel's face was distorted. The weapon he turned into was not a normal weapon, but a murder weapon made by combining his soul with countless dead souls. Once damaged, not only the body but also the soul would be injured.

The natural enemy of all dead souls, the power of light, is naturally his greatest nemesis. Only when desperately fighting against this type of opponent would he feel the long-lost pain again.

However, this is not bad. Really, it's not bad at all. It is precisely because of this pain and this trembling that he can truly feel his existence. This kind of hearty feeling can only be compared with the passion when playing in front of countless people.

After blasting out all the light balls, Mihalu made a beautiful backflip and landed smoothly on the ground. Then, he placed his left hand in front of him, made a fist with his right hand, and locked Hamel, who had transformed his right hand into a bone blade again.

The strong light started from her right hand and spread to her shoulders, waist, and feet. This was a sign of her full attack.

"Okay, very good! Lovely lady! The power of your light really makes me feel good! Hahaha, let’s go and have fun!" Hamel controlled the huge bone blade and turned it into A huge giant claw. In the sound of crazy music, this huge weapon began to grow, and the already sharp bone blade became sharper. The pale bones exuded an unnatural black air, as if something was roaring inside.

"Boom!" In the excitement of Hamel, this huge bone claw stretched unrestrictedly. While Mihalu locked Hamel, he also locked her.

"Go!" The wind rose beside Mihalu.

"Ka!" When Hamel's explosive bone blade was about to pierce Miharu's petite body, she took a firm step to the right.

At this moment, Mihalu moved her center of gravity to the side of Hamel’s attack route. While taking this step, her dazzling right hand slammed into Hamel’s huge one. Bone claws.

On the other side, Hamel did almost exactly the same thing. However, he hit his hand with his metal instrument.

The brilliance of hope and the notes of frenzy and death exploded on Hamel's huge bone claw at the same time, and then, this dark weapon comparable to the treasure was cut off.

"Wow!" The bone claw broke, making Hamel's mind dizzy. The impact that erupted when the light in Mihalu's hand clashed with his dark power was many times more serious than he thought. The light that permeated Miharu's firm conviction, the light that had no doubt about happiness, was, in a sense, the biggest nemesis of his body full of dead souls.

"It hurts!" Mihalu was not without anything. Just now, her hand seemed to be entangled with something, although those things were quickly evaporated by the light emitted by Hope's Fist Lock. But even for only half a second, the dark fluctuations that resembled Farrie's Dark Holy Grail still made her terribly painful, as if there was a sound coming from her hands to her mind.

However, compared to Hamel, whose head is about to explode, Mihalu is obviously much better. Soon, she recovered, and the light of hope fist lock shining in her hand drove out all the black notes for her.

Then, a white light piercing through Hamel's body ended everything, and the white flame blasted Hamel completely away, fell off the cliff, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Victory!" Like Ulysses just now, Miharu raised her right hand high and declared her victory.

"That stupid son, knowing that the opponent is restraining him from the seventh-level light system powerhouse, he went up, and he fought hard to fight melee. It's really lifeless!" Hal, who witnessed how Hamel fell from a height, shook his head. . Fortunately, through his eagle-like eyes, he could see that his idiot son hadn't died yet, but he seemed to have been beaten and paralyzed.

"The higher you stand, the worse you will fall." Doctor Black turned the scalpel in his hand and began to consider the treatment plan for Hamel.

It just so happened that he obtained a batch of necromantic materials from a secret channel, and was about to experiment. These things are all poisons and cursed items for ordinary people, but if it is Hamel, there is probably no problem. That guy himself can no longer be regarded as a normal human.

"The power of light..." As a dark priest, Darwin had some doubts about the brilliance Miharu used. That kind of light seems to be more than pure light energy.

"It's faith...cough...that girl...has the power of hope..." Lecutoru coughed as always, red blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, dyeing his white clothes red.

"The power of hope..." Darwin was silent. This kind of power is not something that anyone will have. Not everyone can firmly believe in their beliefs and unshakable to it. Once, he also had that kind of power, but now, that kind of beautiful thing has long been far away from him.

Hopes and dreams are taken for granted when you have them, but after you lose them, you will understand how precious they are.