Chapter 104: Gentle Contour (1)

However, even if the girl named Arcelia had the Phantasm that contained victorious characteristics, if Helen and her master could… ‘Forget it, now is not the time to think about that, the test is almost over and they should be stopped.' Aya's purple eyes flashed, and a purple ball of light appeared in her hand.

At this time, the battle between Arcelia and Helen had entered the most intense state. Arcelia's injured left hand had recovered a few minutes ago, so now she was launching a tide of offensive against Helen.

"Clang! Clang!" Under Arcelia's wind-storm-like slash, Helen's young body had been hit several times, but as at the beginning, these powerful slashes that were enough to smash the rock only destroyed Helen's clothes.

‘Strange, what is going on? Which race does this girl belong to? If it's a dragon, she should've transformed into a dragon already! Moreover, it's impossible for the dragon race to side with the undead! I remember that several dragons had died under the siege of death knights. It should be an inconceivable hatred for the dragon race, a drace that didn't have many of its people! But if it's not a dragon race, is it an undead?' Seeing that her attack had no effect on the silver-haired girl named Helen in front of her, Arcelia frowned.

‘She also doesn't look like an undead. Even the strongest death knight among the humanoid undead can't have such an appearance that is so close to human beings! And the power she uses seems to be pure physical power, without the slightest necromantic magic at all! Moreover, I also don't look like an undead at all! What the hell is going on, aren't they necromancers?' As the battle went on, Arcelia felt that something was wrong, and there were more and more questions in her mind.

"Boom!" Because Arcelia was distracted, there was a gap in her attack. Helen found an opportunity to use the Ground Shock Wave and knocked Arcelia six or seven meters away with her sword. Then she took out a transparent golden crystal.

"Helen! Stop! Don't waste the master's precious magic energy crystals here, the test is over." When Helen was about to use the magic energy in the golden crystal, Aya flew between the two and stopped the fight.

"Yes, Sister Aya!" Helen immediately took the golden crystal back after hearing Aya's order, while Arcelia on the other side held the golden sword in her hand and watched vigilantly at Aya floating in the air.

"Now now, you don't need to be so hostile to us. I think you probably have guessed it too. We are not necromancers. On the contrary, we saved you. Let me introduce myself first, my name is Aya, a familiar spirit." Aya flew to Arcelia and smiled friendly at her. But if one looked closely, one could see that there was a sly look in her smile.

"Not a necromancer? Then how do you know a resurrection spell, as far as I know, only necromancers can use the magic to call the dead back to the world. Even the Pope of the Church can't do it. And what is familiar spirit? Why have I never heard of it?" Arcelia looked at Aya suspiciously, still showing no sign of lowering the sword in her hand. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

"The familiar spirit is… Forget it, I don't want to explain it to you, in the name of the familiar spirit Aya! Mental reorganization!!" When Arcelia was puzzled, Aya suddenly released the purple light ball hidden in her hand.

"You! Despicable! What, this, how is this possible!" Almost at the same time as Aya released the purple ball of light in her hand, Arcelia swung her sword to block the purple ball of light, but she did not expect that the ball of light actually broke through her Phantasm's defense and directly hit her body.

"Ah!" Arcelia's body was enveloped by a cloud of purple light after being hit by the purple ball. There was an expression of incomparable pain on her face. It was not an ordinary expression of pain, but an expression of extreme pain like the face of a torn person. But even so, her hands still didn't let go of the sword. Although her whole body was trembling, the sword in her hand was still pointed straight at Aya and Helen in front of her.

"What a strong will! It seems that you will be a very good apostle. However, no matter how strong your will is, you who have signed a contract cannot resist this magic. Come on, remember what you have forgotten!" Aya flew to Arcelia's body, and then printed her soft lips on her lips.

"Uh!" At the moment when she was kissed by Aya, Arcelia only felt a "boom" in her mind, and countless chaotic images appeared in her mind.

"Hey! Headless horseman! Your task is to take good care of this girl with rabbit ears. She is my important experiment material. Don't let her die." A man in a blue mage robe said to her. Then he threw a girl about fourteen or five years old next to her, and then walked away without looking back.

"Huff… Huff..." The slender rabbit-eared girl was lying on the bed feebly, her red eyes were glassy, and she was just gasping for breath. She took a bowl of water, delivered the water into her mouth with a small spoon slowly, and then stared at her blankly. Such scenarios had appeared many, many times.

The rabbit-eared girl's whole body was stained red with blood. Although she was unconscious, she still instinctively groaned in pain. She paced around her anxiously...

"Go! The Sword of Victory" !" A black-haired boy in front of her used a powerful sword move, riddled her steel body with many holes...

"Activate! Holy Crystals!" With the cold and murderous voice of the silver-haired girl before her eyes, four transparent diamond crystals surrounded hers, followed by countless terrifying magic attacks...

"In order to protect her, I am willing to do anything. In my eyes, she is like my daughter. She is my most precious angel. I can do anything for her. What should I do?..."

"With my whole heart and soul, I swear to the demon king Astaroth, I will serve the new demon king Ulysses with my own life, and those who violate this oath will fall into the infinite hell."

The purple flash disappeared, and Aya left Arcelia's side, and began to look at her complicated expression with an affectionate look.

"So I was once a headless horseman?" After ten minutes, Arcelia said the first sentence, the expression on her face was unspeakably lonely.

"Yes, it seems that your memory as an undead has been restored, but you are not a headless horseman or death knight anymore. Your current identity is a Heroic Spirit, the second apostle of the new demon king, Ulysses. You should forget about the identity of the king of England and the knight of the holy sword..."

"No, it's just that the memory of being with that kid has been restored. Ah! Where is that kid! Didn't you promise me to save that kid? Did you lie to me?!" When Aya was speaking, Arcelia looked around quickly. After not finding the rabbit-eared girl, she immediately interrupted Aya's words without hesitation, and pointed the golden sword in her hand at Aya in the air again.

"Who do you think Aya is?! Helen, bring that pink rabbit over to her! I always keep my words!" Seeing a look of distrust on Arcelia's face, Aya was furious. She immediately gave orders to Helen.

"Yes! Sister Aya!" Helen, who was given the order, flashed, and immediately caught the pink rabbit hiding in the flowers in her hand, and then sent it to Arcelia.

"This is..." Arcelia was startled when she saw the pink rabbit that Helen had brought in front of her, then cast a suspicious look at Aya who was floating in the air.

"She is the rabbit-eared girl! After I treated her physical injury, she changed into a rabbit form due to excessive power consumption. However, it seems that she is also in this form for other reasons. I'm still trying to figure out what it is!" Aya said angrily.

"Really!? So she is that kid!" Hearing Aya's explanation, Arcelia began to look at the pink rabbit in Helen's hand with a gentle gaze. At the same time, the golden sword in her hand disappeared into the void, indicating that she finally gave up fighting.

Then, she took the pink rabbit in Helen's hand with both hands, and gently hugged it in her arms, for fear of hurting it. At this time, there was no longer a trace of "king" majesty in her body, but only infinite tenderness.

"Poor girl, don't worry, I will protect you from now on. I swear on my name as the King of England, the knight of the Holy Sword Arcelia, that no matter what happens, I will never let anyone hurt you again."