The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl - v3 Chapter 520 Lala and Lala

The blood is spreading, through countless wars, across countless battlefields, that is the blood-stained land, that is the wilderness polluted by the hatred of the dead. Swords, spears, axes, halberds, weapons from different eras are erected on this land in scattered ways.

This is the world in Lala's heart, the sin she has borne, her most powerful weapon. After receiving the magical support of the Black Swan, she already has enough magical power to support the realization of this world.

However, this world that belonged to her was not completed, it was frozen.

Eight exquisite wine glasses with purple flames appeared in the sky, and then burst one by one, making a crisp sound.

At the moment the wine glass broke and burned, the whole world was frozen. And Lala, who was surrounded by those eight wine glasses, was locked in an illusory and beautiful purple flame along with the world she could not unfold.

Time seems to be stopped at this moment, and even the smallest dust in the air does not move anymore. The sound of wind, insects, and the sound of falling soil and rock disappear without a trace at this moment, leaving only a piece of eternity. Silence.

To stop the flow of time in the entire world, that is something that even the legendary omniscient and omnipotent "supreme god" cannot do. The power of time cannot be distorted by the gods. However, it is not impossible to just let some areas temporarily enter a "stationary" state.

Of course, this not only requires extremely high space magic ability and world rule mastery, but also requires terrible magic power. If calculated according to the rules of this world, this is equivalent to a "tenth level" forbidden spell.

I am afraid that only the world that does not belong to this side, the **** demon Ji Lala, who has the power of true knowledge and exploration, will waste this kind of magic at will.

After all, as an outsider who does not belong to this world, she has been constantly suppressed since she just awakened. In the time from awakening to resuscitation, her magic power dropped almost as fast as a water bag that had been opened. Since they are all going to be consumed, there is no reason to use them to do what you like.

However, no matter how severely suppressed, it was only her own magic power that was wasted. Her unique privilege of "true knowledge" will not disappear, as long as she can think, then she will always be the magic girl from hell, the 62nd demon **** among the pillars of legend, the double-headed dragon throne Lord.

In this area where the magical skill ‘Infinite Overthrowing Killing: Eight Wine Cup’ developed by Belusa, one of the Seven Demon Kings, has stopped, she is naturally the only person who can move freely.

Spreading out those little wings, Varak flew in front of Lala who had fallen into a static state while resisting the increasingly powerful world oppressive force.

"It's actually the domain world of the self. It's really a very powerful little guy. At the level of this world, you are already amazing. If the opponent is not me." Looking at Lara, who showed a determined gaze and was unfolding the world of his own mind. , Varak couldn't help feeling sincerely happy.

Her power is fading fast, and it should soon drop to the point where it will not pose a destructive threat to this world. In addition, awakening itself consumes her huge mind, and I am afraid that she will continue to fall asleep again soon.

Before that, it couldn't be better to encounter such excellent material as Lala in front of me and turn her into her own "apostle".

This is an unfamiliar world, but in this world she really feels the residual breath from the old world. What will happen in this new world, what will appear, really makes her feel extremely anticipating with the power of "true knowledge".

"Then, from now on, you will be my person." Floating in front of the still Lara, the **** magi from the ancient world began to prepare for the ritual of recruiting subordinates. Of course, it was a forced contract.

"The soul wandering in the lost sea becomes my minion at this moment. I will give you the knowledge and strength to summon the same lost lamb in front of me to my side! My name is Varak, the master of true knowledge, the serpent Your guide, the king of the legion you should awe."

In Varak’s singing, Lala’s side began to be enveloped in a dark mist, and these mists began to invade her body quickly. Lala, who was stopped by the eight glasses of wine, had no resistance, and could only let these gray ones. The mist does whatever it wants.

In a world that seemed to be eternal, Lala heard the song, a strange song that led something to the loss.

Everything is so vague, all people are so hypocritical. Everyone is so empty, everything is so bad, why not give up?

No one pays attention to your existence, the world will not revolve around you, you are not the most important person, and no one protects you from an abominable attack. Why are you still insisting?

You fall down and crawl forward, imagining what you want to do, which brings you pain, but there is no return. You have no place to hide, no home to go back to, and no one will come to save you. Why are you still fighting?

No one conveys your feelings to others. No one tells you what to say. No one guides you and tells you when to leave. Why are you still working hard?

Just let these feelings disappear, just let everything be taken away, forget all this, and no longer feel such deep pain.

I will save you from all this ugliness, want to know what you are doing, want to know where you are. Everyone is constantly changing, but the truth will not be changed. Let me know how you feel and let me modify your ending.

I will tell you where you should turn, I will give you a place to hide, I will accept your pain and sorrow, and become your belonging.

So, come and conclude a contract with me!

In a trance, Lala went back to the past, back to the time when her lover was still with her, back to the time when the magic emperors of ancient language magic were still there, back to the holy land, and the fruit is still growing throughout the year. The age of sweet apples.

That was the time when she couldn't go back, that was the time when she could be called happy even though it was short.

Even if you are deceived by someone as a fool, even if you are often teased by people, running around and wasting time, even if a friend of the Black Sorceress often angrily says that she is too good to cheat, it is so happy that it makes people think. Time to cry.

The smell of blood, the smell of gunpowder smoke, and that person's unique smell, with a touch of sunlight.

"It seems that there is no other way. But it is almost okay. The last trump card on that side has been completely destroyed. Then you can do well even without me." That was the last moment, the only thing was The voice she heard next to him.

"Hey, just kidding, you can't die." At that time, she was still naive and still felt that everything would be okay, just as the brave in the story would always overcome difficulties with his partner and go to the end.

"Haha, of course, don't look at me like this, I'm a very good user of divine art. Reincarnation divine art of this level, I can still use it." The guy's expression on his face was casual, it didn't look like it at all. Is lying.

"Really, it's so fast, time is really running out." Resisting the urge to cry, she rarely forced him to use that magical technique in an almost harsh voice, asking him who was seriously injured.

Because, otherwise, she would really never see him again. No matter how strong she becomes, how many treasures she can project, she will never see her again.

The words "Farewell" were too heavy for her. If the magical technique of reincarnation fails, she will no longer be able to hold him like this, say "like" to him, and express her heart to him who is only one in this world.

"Don't be so anxious, it will make me fail to cast the spell. Trust me, I am an excellent magician user, something as simple as the reincarnation magical technique will be fine soon."

"The omniscient and almighty god... well, when I have the opportunity to meet again in the future, I will invite you to drink cider."

"Yeah!" She shed tears, watching the man quietly close her eyes.

"I just fell asleep for a while. It should be soon, and I will wake up soon. If you see you then, please smile and welcome me back."

"I will wait for you, big liar."

At that time, she prayed desperately, praying, it was not magic or divine art, but a wish from her heart. No matter what, no matter how much time will pass, she is willing to wait forever, looking forward to seeing him again in the faint hope.

However, that faint hope was quickly shattered, and it was completely shattered. Because she learned by accident that there is no such thing as self-rebirth magic in the supreme magic of the Supreme God.

Among all the high-level magic arts, there is one and only one of the magic arts of reincarnation, and it has only been activated once. That was the age when the Scripture of Light was still intact. Faced with the threat of a dark supreme power, the supreme church paid the price of the pope and all the cardinals to complete the greatest curse of "infinite rebirth." The tenth level of the highest magic.

Although that person is an excellent divine magic user, it is absolutely impossible to activate tenth-level divine magic. In other words, the divine art he used in the end was not a reincarnation divine art at all. And why hadn't she imagined that he, who was exhausted at that time, could still use any high-level magic arts.

That person continued to lie to her until she died, hoping that she would live with hope.

As he wished, she would continue to live no matter what, with her own will, holding the sword in her hand, she would live strong no matter what she encountered.

Because, other than that, she had already lost everything.