The Devil Inside

The tenth priest shook his head and said, "I have no children, nor any property. All I have is faith and a long-cherished wish for the world to be one. Death is just an ordinary part of life for me, it will come sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed his neck with his sword, ending his life cleanly and efficiently.

This illusion has no owner and is just a program with default conditions.

At the moment of the tenth priest's death, the illusion detected that all conditions were met, immediately ended the deduction, and collapsed instantly.

"Um?!""

Leila was surprised again, and she found that she and Han had returned to the center of the sea of flowers where they started.

only··-

What was sitting before my eyes was no longer a stone statue.

But it is the ghost of the Flower Sword Master.

"Incredible, how did you do it?"

The Flower Sword Saint looked dissatisfied and asked.

Han Solo avoided answering and just said, "It took some tricks. You can tell me whether I did it or not."

""...--You shouldn't have too many schemes! We are engravers, fighting with swords, fists and feet,

This is the path we should follow.”

The Flower Sword Saint was very unconvinced.

The Tenth Priest a hundred years ago was hopelessly powerful. She and her men did suffer heavy casualties, but being able to eliminate a powerful enemy was already a great effort!

She was sure that the same outcome would occur if any other team came.

In fact, maybe even worse than her.

She designed this illusion to prove that she did not make any mistakes, not to allow people to run through it quickly to prove her failure and slap her in the face.

Is it about ten minutes in total?

The young man in front of him solved everything easily, he won!

Han Solo laughed and said, "You are the captain of the Witch Hunting Organization, a cadre, not a pure Marker. If you can outsmart them, why fight with force? Senior Fanhua, you have to consider the safety of your men, use your brain more!"

The Flower Sword Saint remained silent.

Han Solo urged, "Where's the Sword Master's spirit? Hurry up! You are a man, you won't deny your debt, right?"

"I will keep my word. The remnant soul of the Sword Saint, this is it!"

Although I am very reluctant, but————

The Flower Sword Master gathered his last bit of magic power to refine his soul.

The soul melted and transformed, and after a burst of strange light, a blooming red rose was suspended in the air, with dew still on the petals.

Han Solo picked up the remnant soul of the Flower Sword Master and got it.

Chapter 95 #094 Witch Hunting Agency (Two in One)

Victor Murichon.

Fort Collins, captain of the third team of the witch hunting agency.

He has medium-length dark hair that is slightly fluffy, dark grey eyes that are extremely deep, sharp cheekbones and a three-dimensional chin, forming a stern face.

He leaned back in his chair and flipped through the list in his hand.

This is the "List of Masters of the Witch Hunting Organization through the Ages".

The list was not too long, with only about twenty people on it. It was not because there were not many experts in the witch hunting organization, but it was extremely difficult to get on the list. Those who were less than level 30 were usually not included.

Level 30, comprehensive attributes exceeding three thousand.

That kind of person, who practices both physical and magical skills and is capable of both offense and defense, is like an army by himself. Perhaps he should be called "half-man, half-god."

After flipping through half of the list, a hand-drawn portrait appeared before his eyes: "The Flower Sword Saint".

Blonde hair, red lips, shining eyes, and a heroic and sarcastic look.

""...--low."

Morixiong was annoyed and had great doubts about the authenticity of this ranking.

He picked up a pair of scissors, cut out the portrait of the Flower Sword Saint and kept it, then closed the list and threw it directly into the trash can.

The fighting power of the Flower Sword Saint is extraordinary.

Not to mention a hundred years ago, even today, she is still a top-notch figure.

In Morixiong's opinion, the "Val Sword Saint" who has been in the limelight recently and has become the brave's teammate, and the long-famous Marquis "Blood Lion" of Zethlia, are probably not half as strong as the Flower Sword Saint.

In the early days of the witch-hunting agency, everyone was full of confidence.

A group of elite soldiers drawn from ten countries are going to fight against the Time Cult with just their feet, right?

Victory after victory blinded the eyes of the higher-ups in the organization. They could not accept the result of being nearly wiped out when outnumbered twenty to one, and gave a wrong evaluation of the Flower Sword Master.

Morichon thought it was a pity for the Flower Sword Saint.

She lost too early.

She was defeated in the atmosphere of victory and in the carnival of the group. No one took her achievements seriously and just thought she was incompetent.

Wait until later.

The "last seat" of the priests of time, the twelve priests, holding the holy vessels, took the initiative to come to the headquarters of the witch hunting agency to challenge.

He single-handedly killed three top warriors, severely injured more than sixty mechanical fighters, and evaporated hundreds of fully armed soldiers who came to support him...

The blind optimism in the witch-hunting agency has finally disappeared.

At that time, everyone thought of the Sword Saint of Flowers.

But no one mentioned her again.

They neither laughed nor praised him, but remained silent. It was as if their previous ridicule and attacks on the Flower Sword Saint would have never happened as long as they kept silent.

According to legend, a Flower Sword Saint was seriously injured in the "Lion City Annihilation Battle", and even cracks appeared on his seal, and he could never return to his peak.

She voluntarily ended her life in a certain place and refined her soul with secret methods. As long as you can pass her test, you can get her inheritance.

For hundreds of years, the witch hunting agency has been searching for the burial place of the Sword Master.

Morichon is one of them.

He opened the drawer and took out a thick document.

This was compiled by him personally and he had already memorized it.

He immediately turned to the page he wanted, and as he read, he thought, "When the Flower Sword Saint was a child, she grew up in Fort Collins. People always have the urge to return to their roots. She took the initiative to end her life, and the place she chose was probably where she lived as a child."

Crash, crash.

Morixiong flipped through the documents. "In the past few years in Fort Collins, many old people said that the Flower Sword Saint had worked as a bartender, a thief, had chopped people, and had been in prison. This can confirm her humble background. But I have carefully searched the slums in Fort Collins at that time, and there is nothing unusual."

"team leader!"

The door was opened and his men came in hurriedly.

Mo Lixiong put the information on the table and said angrily: "Knock on the door!"

The excitement on his subordinate's face faded, and he said, "A spellcaster came over, covered in blood! He said he found the burial place of the Flower Sword Saint!"

-What?

Mo Lixiong remained calm and composed, "Really? Where is it?"

"In the sewer!" the subordinate said anxiously, "The sewerage system of Queens, the remains of the Flower Sword Master are there!"

Oh!

Moli Xiong was in a trance for a moment, and then something suddenly dawned on him.

Oh, right, the sewer!

The Flower Sword Master has no father, no mother, and no place to live.

It seems that she spent a long time living in the sewers during her childhood.

"Why didn't I think of that?"

Moli Xiong stood up, still so calm: "Really? Let's go and take a look."

"show me."

Leila raised her hand, took the rose from Han Solo's hand, and looked at it carefully.

That rose is too gorgeous.

It is obviously fake. Real flowers are not so gorgeous. The patterns on the petals are magnificent and look so natural that they seem to conform to some truth.

Laila couldn't see the reason for that.

But Han Solo can.

Inheriting the sword skills of the Time Lord, Han Solo's swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. Only a master like him can see through the charm hidden in the petal patterns at a glance.

Those lines are sword techniques.

The rose has layers of petals, with a total of thirty-three petals.

One piece is a powerful sword move.

It doesn't matter if ordinary people can't understand it. Just carry the petals with you and cherish them from time to time, and you will naturally improve your sword skills.

The remaining soul of the Sword Master is not of much value to Leila and Han Solo.

But for anyone else, this is a true treasure that is priceless!

The Flower Sword Saint was not exaggerating; her "inheritance" was indeed precious.

Lyra handed the rose back to Han Solo and asked, "Han, are you sure you want to give it to Rachel?"

Han Solo wondered, "What else?"

“I think this should be very expensive—”

Leila muttered quietly.

Han Solo laughed and said, "It's not just super expensive. This thing is priceless. Who would exchange it for money? But we came here to get the treasure for Rachel. Now that we have it, you are reluctant to give it away?"

"I definitely don't mind. I didn't do anything. This is yours."

"Then don't say anything. I'll give it to whoever I want."

Is that so?

Han seems to be very generous, so generous!

Leila smiled, and felt more and more that her meeting Han was fate.

Although...

More than that, it seemed like fate had specially arranged it for Rachel.

[Damn it - I was outshined by him! I was clearly here first, but now he has stolen all the limelight! ]

[Whether it's helping Rachel break the siege of the Death Zone in Mill Town or improving Rachel's combat power, it should have been my responsibility. I'm a hero, right?]

【I am so lame. 】

[Raid was successfully launched, free points +2 (from Leila). ]

The words "Jinsha" flashed by, which also added to the inexplicable desire to win or lose.

The condition for the violent raid to be launched is that the target has negative emotions.

This Leila must have been dissatisfied with me just now.

She might have felt that she was being touched too much, that there was no expression at all during the whole process, and that it made no difference whether she was there or not, so she felt a little anxious.

Han Solo fixed the remaining soul of the Sword Master and quietly put it into the Blade of Time.

He said, “Go back.”

"Well, Leila took the lead and rushed out of the dark hole.