After the holy sword is broken

The figure flitted in the moonlight.

In a hurry, dodging.

The black robe skirt dangled in front of the sanctuary of the poem of truth, and then disappeared without a trace.

Normally, only members of the church were allowed to enter this church, and the locked door was difficult to open. She made a lot of efforts before finally sneaking in.

She needs to confirm one thing.

On the highest step of the church, the high sacred altar is empty.

Sure enough, the holy sword has been destroyed.

Then, next, it is time to pass this news to the eldest prince, and the poem of truth will soon receive doubts from the royal family.

The holy sword is related to the mainland's final counterattack against the gate of hell. It was destroyed in the hands of the poem of truth. Whether it was destroyed by the religious order or not properly preserved, it is a felony.

At that time, the old aristocrats will be able to gain a moment of respite, and the remnants of their demon worshipers can also take the opportunity to lurk.

The father is really stupid, how could he want to fight against the difficult princess.

As a result, she can only...

"Miss, you are so fascinated by the sanctuary of the poem of truth, that you don't hesitate to abandon your aristocratic arrogance, even if you sneak in at night to pick the lock?"

Another female voice sounded familiar in the room.

The former princess, who had lost her noble status, turned her head and saw the former maid of the Duke's mansion standing at the door, wearing an earring on her right ear.

It's Kath, the devil's contractor.

Her older sister Bertha, the blood-born mystic, was following her, arguing with a male mage beside her.

"I suspect that you cheated. Did you hear something from the princess? Dana, you have been cunning since you were a child."

"If you lose, you lose. A bottle of [Blood Condensation], don't let it go. Note that a bottle refers to a whole potion. Don't fool me with the miniature bottle."

The silver-haired and silver-eyed swordsman walked behind the two arguing, mediating helplessly: "You two, the matter of the bet can be postponed for later, let's settle the matter at hand first."

The aura that originally belonged to the abyss on him has disappeared.

The legendary blacksmith Burgess, who walked beside the swordsman, did not participate in the dispute, but just looked at his lover with a faint smile on his lips.

The witch who had been taking care of her these days was also there, looking at her with regret.

Was discovered.

when?

It doesn't matter anymore, now it's time to fight for a chance to come back.

"You work for the princess?" She looked at Dana and asked bluntly.

Dana raised her eyebrows: "I don't work for anyone, I'm the current executor of the church. Princess, don't you wonder how you were exposed?"

The princess did not speak.

"Forget it if you're not curious." He shrugged.

Duchess: ...

I was so curious about what you said just now, why don't you play cards according to common sense?

She took a deep breath: "The eldest prince needs my presence, and so does the princess."

"so?"

"I will not do things that cross the border like my father did. The star religions can accommodate even blood races. As long as there is no fundamental conflict between us, we can completely not interfere with each other."

Dana shook his head: "The blood race can exist only because they are powerful and have to negotiate and reconcile. You are different. You only need to follow closely and you can eradicate the heresy. Why do we raise tigers to make trouble?

"What good is it to us to cultivate another force on the evil side?"

The mage smiled as he talked: "Princess, you are so naive. How can you be so naive as to fool that old fox from Messenger?"

After laughing, his expression calmed down again: "You have also mastered part of the power of the mirror world."

"Damn." Devil Contractor Kath cursed expressionlessly.

How many people are sharing this demiplane?

Alger opened his mouth, ready to say something, correcting Kath's vulgar language, thinking that the focus and atmosphere were not right, and finally he didn't make a sound.

Sighing helplessly, he heard a chuckle beside him, turned his head, and it was Burgess.

They looked at each other, looked at those sapphire-like eyes, and smiled at the corners of their mouths.

The princess on the other side also smiled.It was different from the warmth and sweetness of the lovers standing opposite, but rather ironic and nostalgic.

"Yeah, who made me bump into my father when he sacrificed my mother?"

She stretched out her hand and made a gesture: "I was only four or five years old at the time, about this tall, still ignorant, barely able to reach the doorknob.

"When I saw my mother, she was already lying in the magic circle, with a wound on her chest, bleeding continuously. My father held a sword in one hand and a crystal ball in the other, knelt on the ground, and said something to the air that I couldn't hear. If you understand.

"I stood at the door for a long time, not daring to make a sound. The mother on the ground opened her eyes very wide, just looking at me like this. I don't know if she is alive or dead. Thinking about it now, she is probably still conscious. Otherwise, how could you give me the reverse side of the mirror world?"

The mirror world is the realm of the mirror surface.

There are positives, and of course there are negatives, too bad Duke Iris never knew about it.

"Who is his sacrificial object?" Burgess asked suddenly.

The Mirror Realm should have been created in imitation of the Blood Race's Jinghu. Did the Blood Race get involved in this matter?

"I asked," Bertha, the blood-born mystic, replied, "It's the female prince. She has a transactional relationship with the fallen and has no alliance."

"How did you ask?" Alger was very surprised, what was the source of the news that made her so sure.

Bertha looked at him with a matter of course: "Send the bat to ask the prince directly."

...You guys are so wild.

Alger decided to withdraw from the conversation, and act as a silent thug behind the almighty Faye.

Dana still asked her in a chatty tone: "Mesenger killed your mother, so you hated him and pushed in the battle for the fall of the Duke's Mansion."

"No." The princess calmly denied.

"Strictly speaking, I just want to live.

"On the devil's trading balance, unless the sacrifice itself is powerful, only the sacrifice that carries more emotions can get the most reward from them.

"He loves us. So the first wife can be exchanged for the arrival of the devil's son. My mother can be exchanged for a powerful demiplane. And my brother can be exchanged for the power to destroy the holy sword.

"He loved us, so I return the same love. But I would rather live a little longer than a loving father."

"That is to say," Dana mused, "As long as Mesengel is alive, if you have the chance, you will sacrifice him in exchange for what you need."

"Yes."

Dana sighed: "Sure enough, character and style are inherited. In order to prevent being betrayed by a dangerous person like you, there is no possibility of reconciliation between us. I hope you can understand."

The princess snorted and raised her hand.

In the ruined Duke's Mansion thousands of miles away, a faint blue light suddenly lit up on the broken ground.

The slowly flowing magic energy speeds up the operation, gathering from all directions to the core, and extending from the core to every corner of the magic circle.

"It's here."

Fei Liya, the only mage in the poem of truth who remained in the royal city, flapped her robe and squatted down gracefully.

She stretched out her hand towards the brightest blue light in the magic circle.The runes representing the mystery overflowed from the brown eyes, spinning and leaping, turning into a complicated and difficult combination.

lift!

The princess stared at the crystal ball placed on the edge of the dark red table.

The person who was paying attention with the secret technique seemed to have sensed it, and at the moment of defeating the opponent, he raised his head and glanced at her.

When those eyes narrowed, a thin crack appeared in the pure crystal ball.The image created by magic disappeared without a trace.

Lips that were as rosy as if they had been smeared with blood slowly curled up.

The princess exhaled lightly, and sighed in an opera tune: "Dana, Dana, if you can use it for me, it would be great..."

Her maid opened the door, hurried in, leaned into the princess's ear, and whispered: "Your Highness, Your Majesty has suddenly summoned the court physician and priest..."

After listening to this crucial news quietly, the princess closed her eyes and sighed lightly.

"Then let's go."

The last moment has arrived.

On the battlefield of Hell's Gate, where day and night cannot be distinguished.

The realm of eternal night shrouded this place, and even the golden sun summoned by the priest could only shed a thin layer of illusory light, so powerless that it made people despair.

The endless wave of monsters, with no end in sight, constantly impacted the defense line formed by humans.

Kalia stood on the battlefield, and the warhammer in her hand smashed another little devil to the ground.

She raised her head with difficulty, and there was a bloody gasp between her mouth and nose.

The long golden hair was originally tied up, but the hair rope was cut off at some point.A head of soft and long hair just fell down like this, stained with dust and blood during the fight, and gradually became messy.

It's too much of a hindrance.

she thinks.

If you can meet other comrades, you should be able to borrow a dagger or a sword to cut this long hair short, so that it won't block your sight and wrap your arms.

It's long overdue.Although long hair looks good, it is an unnecessary burden on the battlefield of the gate of hell.

Unfortunately, she might never have the chance to change her image again.

The wave of darkness in front of me is approaching again, and its momentum is much stronger than last time and last time.

This time the battle is not quite right, the enemy is too fierce and stronger.

With her sore arm, Kalia tried her best to set up the warhammer, blocking the attack of a saber arm of an alien in front of her.

In the past, such a high-level alien monster might not have been encountered once in a battle.Today, she has encountered it for the fifth time.

Trying to penetrate the core of the Alien Demon's power, he withdrew his weapon.

She glanced at the sky.

The Eternal Night Domain has no intention of fading away.

This war is far from over.

But she has reached her limit.

There is no sacred power left in her body, the power from the abyss blocks her connection with the gods, her physical strength is so lacking that she can hardly move her fingers, and her body covered with scars is all supported by will.

Already in a desperate situation.

But, never back down.

Because, everything that loves her and everything she loves is in the land behind her that raised her.

Kalia suddenly loosened her frown.

As if he had made some decision, his solemn expression relaxed, and he even wore a slight smile.

Those blue eyes are as clear as the sky.

That long golden hair is brighter than the sun.

"I'm sorry, teacher, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the Kingdom of God either."

As light as talking to himself.

No one listens to this sentence, and no one can respond to this sentence.

After the female pastor finished speaking, she closed her eyes, showing a relaxed young face just now, and regained her solemnity.

She clenched the long-handled warhammer with both hands, and facing the evil things that swept in like a wave, she slowly raised her hand——

"Heretic, accept the baptism of the Holy Light!"

One, all, don't think about the past!

A heavy mace resembling a scepter struck hard on the black ground.

The dazzlingly bright holy light, centered on the priest, burst out suddenly!

On the site of the Holy Gate Secret Key, the young blacksmith who was studying the inscription under the magic lamp suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the gate of hell.

The expression on his face froze, and his wide eyes were full of disbelief.

Tears suddenly rolled down from the eyes.

"Callia..."

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