Before recovering their memories, Muka, like most of the filthy people, in order to resist the filthy magic that will riot at any time, they can only suppress their mood fluctuations to the lowest point, except for their daily actions, they can't recall their memories, they can't produce emotional fluctuations, they can't let their actions be too intense, as long as the magic in their bodies riots, their reason will be submerged by the way, and they will become humanoid monsters that are no different from other monsters, as if they have fallen into infinite chaos and darkness. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, before that, none of them knew what their former human identity was, whether they were high-ranking officials and nobles? Is it a soldier in the army? Or just ordinary farmers and civilians.

It wasn't until the appearance of the book spirit, and it wasn't until their left hand mutated, that the memories they had buried in the depths of their minds for hundreds of years were slowly unsealed, and Miuka was able to learn who he once was.

Subsequently, there is a memory that weighs like a mountain, but seems to have nothing to do with it.

"A hundred years ago, I wielded power in the forbidden laboratory of the Secret Society of Magic, but I was eventually enslaved."

"In a hundred years, I'll be in complete control of the power - no, he's right, now, this power is what I call it, the power of the gods!"

He is a researcher in the Forbidden Research Laboratory of the Secret Society of Magic, he is almost the person who knows the most about the power of filth magic in this world, he is the one who can tearlessly unshackle the soul and embrace the forbidden power with his body, he is the real master of the ghost hand, the master of the power of filthy magic, the ...... of the ghost god Author!

"The third is to completely release the suppressed power in the hands of the ghosts, trying to completely master the hands of the ghosts, this kind of person is called Devil May Cry, but this world...... I think it should be called a different way, it should be called ...... Stained sobs? Because there are no ghosts and gods in this world......"

The human who was on the verge of breaking the magic of filth, he thought more, saw more deeply, and thought more sharply than anyone else. Perhaps because of this, Mika didn't dare to underestimate any words of the book spirit, whether it was ridicule or unintentional words, behind every word the book spirit said, there seemed to be a terrifying world buried, the book spirit...... What is it?

He may never get an answer to this question, but that doesn't stop Miuka from finding his own path after being reborn.

He's not the magic research mage he used to be, he's the Devil's Hand Mika, combined with the study of filthy magic, combined with the magic control of the past, combined with the power of the Ghost Hand, he's just the current - Devil May Cry Mukka!

"Devil May Cry, hehe, if there are no ghosts and gods in this world, then I will create ghosts and gods......"

The naked~naked~ filthy person with the upper body on the opposite side was instantly shaken away, and a huge black shadow condensed and fell behind him, laughing miserably, the black flames burned into afterimages, the long sword had been shattered, and the filthy magic condensed into a black flame phantom long sword.

"Infected mages, when they are dying, burn their bodies with flames to keep themselves from becoming monsters, and finally burn into filthy black flames." Mika spoke lightly, approaching step by step. "Stygian Flame - the sixth ghost, the darkness reigns, the ghost god of the defiled black flame."

"You've me off! Mankind! ”

The long sword stabbed, like a streamer in the dark night, the filthy man suddenly attacked, his face was hideous, the wind surged, the phantom of Muka flickered, the two swords parried, the long sword condensed by the black flame was instantly pierced by the stabbing sword, the filthy backhand stabbed again, and Muka had already dodged away.

"Poor creature enslaved by power—"

The stabbing sword attacked, each piercing of the filthy person carried a massive amount of black *** force, the two parried back and forth, Muka danced like a night, landed, turned around, silently, without a trace, the black flame ignited when touched, the filthy screamed, the monster symphony in the sky echoed, his back arched high, bent over and panted, like a beast, pulled out a bone spur from his body again, screamed and waved his hands, and hit like a storm!

Muka took a deep breath, squatted suddenly, his hands apart, holding the sword in both hands like the other party, the black flame scorched and ignited, the sword swung like a burst of rain, the air waves were like a violent wind, in an instant, he had swung his sword more than a dozen times, each sword was like a black light dancing, every sword was like a phantom!

The filthy man screamed in an instant, the flesh and blood of a thousand knives were blurred, and black flames ignited on his body, and the last sword directly cut off an arm, screaming and fleeing in a hurry, his mind had been completely broken by Mukka, and he didn't even know how the other party's strength increased in an instant, and he was able to use the filthy magic power to such an extent!

"It can't be!" The filthy man screamed, and fled frantically towards the sky, leaving one hand to raise his bone spurs, he couldn't care so much about it at all, controlling the monsters in the sky to pounce on Miuka as if he was dying, rushing forward and backwards, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his back-

Time pauses!

The sword light flashed, the ghost sneered, and Mika raised his head faintly.

"Ghost Flash!"

It's not swordsmanship, it's not time to pause, it's just because he's so fast!

Stiffly turned his head, in disbelief, the filthy man fell from the air with round eyes, and at the last moment of his consciousness, he finally heard the last three words spoken by Mika, and then fell weakly from the air, his consciousness sank into the darkness, his body was in a different place in mid-air, his body was torn apart, and the fractures were uniform, and finally he fell heavily to the ground, and was robbed by the monsters, and the circling monster group rioted!

Muka fell from the sky, without the control of the filthy, thousands of monsters instantly rioted, countless monsters began to crash towards the church like death, and finally evaporated into a black mist by the holy light of the church, the monsters followed one after another, under this violent consumption, the holy light of the church became fainter and fainter, like a candle in the wind, the people in the church could only pray, and no one dared to challenge the countless monsters outside.

The time for the ghost god to descend cannot be too long, and after the sword condensed by the black flame dissipates, Muka can only use the filthy magic like a mage, but this method has little effect on the monster.

Muka was surrounded by many monsters, and it was difficult to get out for a while, and the bishop of the region suddenly rushed over with holy light all over his body, raised his cane and waved it vigorously, the holy light exploded from the square, and the night was illuminated, and the bishop quickly gasped and shouted, "Mika! Fast! Enter the church! ”

Muka reflexively retreated, and the two ran towards the interior of the cathedral, and the battle priest was stationed at the gate to meet them, at this time the bishop suddenly turned around, as if he had been inspired by the battle he had just provoked, and he was mighty, and with a raise of his cane, the white holy light swept out of the square, and the monster group instantly cleaned up a large ~ piece, and everyone immediately cheered, Miuka gasped slightly, and a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Next!"

As soon as Muka turned around, a black shadow came from the air, and he took it with his backhand, and he started lightly ~ light, and then waited for him to fix his eyes and take a look, it was actually a gorgeous steel sword, and the sword was drawn out of the sheath, and suddenly the heat was blazing~ and the heat came to his face, and he raised his sword to look at it, the sword body was slender and red, as if he had just taken it out of the furnace, and he could actually feel the strong fluctuations of fire element magic.

"This sword is called 'Autumn Leaves', and it is the first generation of magic weapons produced by the Magic Secret Society-" It was a woman who spoke, she walked slowly, and continued, "This sword is also the most precious type of treasure in the Four Kingdoms, combining magic and weapons, like the weapon 'Autumn Leaves', all of the four kingdoms combined are less than ten stalks, and now, it is yours." ”

Muka slowly stroked the sword body, the sword body was hot, the workmanship was fine and beautiful, the most important thing was that the material was hard, extremely sharp, and the magic power was very strong, almost not weaker than the staff in the mage's hand, this characteristic may not have much effect on others, but for him, it is very suitable.

It is indeed a good sword, with a slight admiration in his heart, he raised his head and frowned, "You are?" ”

"Introduce yourself-" The other party lifted his skirt slightly, owing his head, "I am the third princess of the Loma Kingdom, 'Lingvia', and I have the ownership of this long sword, so you don't have to worry about ......"

"I accepted this sword, thank you for your kindness," Miuka directly interrupted her words, unceremoniously pinned the scabbard to her waist, the other party was not annoyed, looked at him with a smile, with a slightly strange look in his eyes, Miuka asked indifferently, "It turns out that the group of people just now came to look for you, heh, the princess of a country was actually forced to this role, it's really pitiful." ”

The third princess sighed.

"The guards rushed to the front line, but the nobles and royal family in the palace ~ were still drunk and dreamed of death, and were finally overthrown by the people's rebellion, this is the end they deserve, I don't blame them......"

"But you're also a royal nobleman, and you've been forced into hiding in the church by them." Muka said.

Lingvia was a little annoyed and a little frustrated, and then stuck out her tongue, "Hide for a while, if they get caught, there will definitely be no good end!" ”

The cultivated princess Fan collapsed in an instant.

Muka nodded slightly expressionlessly, he didn't plan to have anything to do with the princess of the royal family, so he drew his sword and walked outside the church door, just took two steps, but was pulled by Lingweiya The corner of his clothes, Muka turned back expressionlessly, Lingwei blinked pitifully with big eyes, "I'll follow you in the future, okay, you are so powerful, you must be able to protect me!" ”

"Follow me? Why should I protect you? Mika said lightly.

Lingvia ran to the side and pointed at the Akiba sword at his waist, "You took my things, this is proof!" As long as you can protect me back to the Secret Society, this matter will be over! ”

"You said it was for me."

"It's for you! But I didn't say I didn't ask for it. ”

Muka snorted, walked out of the door, pulled out ~ the long sword, felt better than ever, swung the sword and slashed, and the filthy magic was instilled in it, and swung out violently, the monster was suddenly torn apart, and it was sporadically accompanied by sparks, it was indeed a good sword, he sighed again.

At this moment, a fireball suddenly smashed into the group of monsters, and when I looked at it, it was actually the princess in distress just now, and the spell casting level could probably reach the realm of a middle-level mage, and it could be regarded as a talent leader, Lingwei looked over with a smile, and Miuka suddenly turned his head.

With a wave of one hand, the filthy magic in the air instantly exploded, merging into the center of the square like a whale sucking water, and then instantly condensed into a shape - ghosts and gods!

This is a realm-type spell, and it is also the first ghost god he created, which originated from a certain general who died on the battlefield of monsters a hundred years ago, and he named it - Sword Soul!

The morale of the people in the church was high, the light curtain in the sky had been repaired, and most of the monsters were consumed within the range of the holy light, and the last part was defended by everyone, and Muka sighed in his heart.

Finally defended, the church of Yaanna, did not fall.

(To be continued.) )