The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Alexander, the fourth prince of Slovakia, who was defeated by the bear king Teddy of the black and white earth, vented his anger in his own way in the forest.

"Drink!" He held the knife in his hand and gathered his spirits together. The world lost its color in front of him, leaving only his only enemy-the country girl who didn't know the earth and the sky, the name seemed like It's called'Yuses'.

Yes, that's the name, the name that made him gritted his teeth and wanted to tear it apart and eat it! The enemy of his fate!

A strong hatred, a terrible will, and a heart to fight never to admit defeat, gave him unprecedented power.

In the shadow of the big tree, Alexander's expression looked very solemn. He turned his side to face his enemy, and slowly flicked the hand holding the bread-cutting knife. With every swing, the swing of the arm increased, and the frequency became faster and faster. Gradually, it caused bursts of cracking sounds, and the space began to ripple with waves that were visible to the naked eye.

When this swing reached a limit, he swiped fiercely, and the knife in his hand tore a black half-moon shape and slashed at ‘Uss’. The air burst out with the rays of sun-drenching energy fighting, and the air wave caused by the shock wave instantly swept across the forest.

Fierce stabs, chops, slashes, cleaves, chops, picks, and picks. In the blink of an eye, ‘Essé’ has become a patchwork of parts and is ravaged.

A clean one-shot kills, without fancy, Alexander could even see the world of red and black passing by him, it was the smell of blood and death.

"Brother, what are you doing here? Where did that paper man come from?" Alexander's younger brother, the fifth prince of the Slow Empire, looked at his brother with a curious look at his elder brother. He went crazy and unloaded a paper man with a name written on it. , Making confetti fly all over the sky.

"..." The feast of **** killing (existing only in Prince Alexander's own fantasy) was destroyed, making Alexander a little dissatisfied. Fortunately, the enemy ‘Uss’ is dead without a place to bury her, and finally she has not been completely disappointed.

It's a pity that he didn't get her hair, otherwise he wouldn't mind trying the scarecrow curse killing method mentioned in a forbidden book on ancient magic. It is said that this is a **** curse with a success rate of over 90%.

Next time, I must find a way to steal her hair and let her know the power of the mysterious knowledge from the ancient language magic... Prince Alexander, who had this invisible idea, split his mouth, like a pumpkin doll on the Devil’s Day .

"Brother, you have a terrible smile, is there anything good?"

"Hehehehe..." Alexander laughed like a black mage trying to summon a demon in the basement. (His profession is a knight...)

"Brother?" The Fifth Prince was a little unhappy that his brother had been ignoring him.

"It turned out to be you, my useless little brother, what's the matter?" Alexander finally returned to reality from his fantasy world, looking at his brother, Prince Pushkin, the fifth heir to the throne of the Slow Empire.

In his opinion, this younger brother is just a kid who doesn't know anything. With his naive and kind-hearted character, let alone succeeding to the throne, whether he can take charge of his natal duchy is a big problem.

"Brother, I am not young anymore. I am fourteen years old this year." Pushkin looked helplessly at his brother, Prince Alexander, who has typical characteristics of the royal family of the Slow Empire.

"Humph, look at your stunted appearance, you don’t look like our King Slo’s family at all. If you don’t change your true character that day, you will definitely be exiled in the future, and then because you don’t know what kind of military police captain a woman is. The fool was killed in a duel. If you want to grow up quickly, learn from me, fight with others and accumulate experience.” Looking at Pushkin, who was only as tall as his white chest, King Alexander was confident enough to teach him, no matter what Do you use your fist or your mouth?

"Duels are not good, I don't like duels." Pushkin shook his head. He loves light, loves poetry, hates violence, and duels. He never thought about it.

"Those who dare not fight are not qualified to become the emperor of Slo. Therefore, you will never be the real king. Now that you are here, you have to listen to me and buy bread for me now." Alexander knocked. Pushkin's head shows the authority of his brother.

"I know!" Pushkin touched his head and obediently went to buy bread.

Although his personalities are completely different, his love for poetry is exactly the same as Alexander's (the purpose is completely different), which is the biggest reason why he and this brother got along well.

...

By a small pond in the forest.

"It took ten minutes to buy a piece of bread. What are you doing?" Prince Alexander used his own knife to carve out the name'Ussé' on the bread bought by his brother, and then cut it evenly. A hundred small pieces, he is very comfortable with doing this kind of thing recently, it seems that maybe he has the talent to be a sculptor.

"I don't know the way." Pushkin looked at his brother aggrievedly.

"Really, just find a little girl to intimidate this kind of thing."

"That doesn't seem to be great..."

Just when the brothers were discussing the topic of how to intimidate the little girl, a very busy muffled noise exploded, and a small pond next to the two of them was splashed with water, and then a somewhat incomplete black fragment came out of the air. Fell down.

"Don't touch it!" Prince Alexander felt that the black fragment had a strange smell.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Huh?" Pushkin curiously grabbed the black shard that didn't know where it had fallen.

Does the explosion just now have anything to do with this? What is this?

From the outside, it looks like a box wrapped in something hard. Through the translucent shell, you can vaguely see the vital tissues with signs of activity inside.

"Pop!" Inadvertently, Pushkin's finger touched the crystal-like part in the center of the fragment, and the fragment splintered actively as if it sensed something.

"This is alive!" Pushkin was taken aback, and quickly let go of his hand.

Then, it was too late.

Countless black tentacles-like biological tissues grew out of the cracked crystal, and then formed a huge net, and rushed to Pushkin who was caught off guard.

Without even the time to shout, Pushkin's whole body was wrapped in those black tissues and turned into something like a huge black cocoon. Some milky white gas surrounded the cocoon, and was sucked in by the cocoon.

"What is this!" Alexander waved his knife vigorously, making several deep mixed traces on Cocoon. The first few dollars have some effect. But soon, the flexibility of Cocoon reached an extremely terrifying level, completely ignoring his attack.

And Pushkin in the cocoon has almost completely lost consciousness.

He couldn't breathe, his ears, mouth, nose, and the pores all over his body seemed to be blocked. Something "terrible" was invading and changing his body.

The blood and bone marrow were both invaded by that strange thing and began to undergo unknown changes. It wasn't very painful, but the feeling that the body didn't look like the original one bit by bit made people feel unusually scared.

It seems that the body is being eaten up bit by bit by something invisible, and then it feels like that. Starting from the hands and feet, it finally develops towards the inside of the body, without letting go of any corners.

I was eaten? Pushkin was scared, but there was nothing he could do. He had never thought of inheriting the throne. He only liked poetry. He didn't know what was going on. He could only passively accept the terrible fate.

When the corrosive force reached his heart, his consciousness finally disappeared. Vaguely, he knew that he was different. But what was different, he didn't figure it out in the end. I just felt that there was some kind of extremely strong life organization that had merged with him.

Pushkin couldn't remember how long it took. When he recovered his consciousness, he only saw Alexander who opened his mouth wide and looked at himself like a monster.

"Me, am I still talking?" Pushkin looked at his brother in surprise, he thought he was dead. Especially when his consciousness disappeared just now, he really thought he had returned to the embrace of the Supreme God.

"Are you... my brother?" Alexander asked Pushkin in a less certain, skeptical voice. It seemed that he obviously had no confidence in what he was like now.

That kind of look was not looking at his brother, but at something completely unknown.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Pushkin blinked in confusion, and then he realized that the world he saw was completely different from just now.

The color, smell, and even the flow of air and the haze around it are more than a hundred times clearer than before. At the same time, the hands and feet seemed to have inexhaustible power, as if only a wave of hands. Everything in front of me, including my brother, can be completely erased.

He had never had this feeling before, and the thing he hated most was violence.

hand? Pushkin raised his hand, feeling a hand full of power.

Then, he saw and saw a powerful arm with a sharp elbow blade. It was a powerful arm that he absolutely did not have.

And this is not a human hand, not even the hand of any kind of creature. I can barely describe it, it looks like an insect-like limb that has been magnified many times.

"What is this!" Pushkin, who had accepted the final legacy of a certain unlucky guinea pig that died in the hands of the Sword Witch without knowing it, cried out in tears.

He, he, what he hates most is violence!