"Cyril. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Grief Holy Sword, and what the demon is all about?" Louis didn't quite understand what Uther's resolute look was going to do.

Knowing that Louie is not a person from the Miracle Continent, he has never heard of the legend of the Holy Sword of Sorrow. Cyril endured his grief and explained it briefly to Louis, and Louis's face became solemn.

"In this case, can the angel and my bottle of healing spell potion suppress that demon?" The previous angel has been canceled by Louie, and there is only a bottle of healing spell potion in his hand at the moment, but it won't take long to train, and there is krypton gold to speed up.

However, Cyril glanced at the healing potion in Louie's hand, and then shook his head painfully: "Impossible...... This is not a creature that can be suppressed by a single Light power. ”

"The demon in the sword is not an undead, the holy light has no effect on its restraint, if you want to suppress the demon in the sword, it is rumored that you need at least five different magicians, and the realm of each magician must be above the holy magician, and then at the same time cast the legendary sealing technique, which has a certain possibility of resealing the demon. ”

Cyril watched in great pain as his friend walked step by step, under the pressure released by the black figure, and walked towards the Holy Sword of Sorrow again.

"Stop, mortal!" the black figure roared frantically, and its powerful momentum all rushed towards Uther, but at this moment, Uther was bathed in holy light, his eyes flashed with piety, and he walked towards the Holy Sword of Sorrow step by step, and then reached out to hold the hilt of the Holy Sword of Sorrow directly.

"Boom!" the Holy Sword of Sorrow was pulled from the ground by Uther and raised high.

"Stop! Stop! Roar!" the black figure exuded wave after wave of momentum from his body, trying to crush Uther. But at this moment, Uther, who was extremely pious, was completely unaffected by this pressure.

"Cyril, help me take care of my family, and my daughter!" Uther put the Sorrowful Sword around her neck, and then looked back at her friend Cyril for many years.

"Uther!" Cyril couldn't take it anymore, tears gushing out of his eyes, his vision blurring.

"Stop, don't waste your efforts!Your soul power is strong enough, but you don't have sacrifices!You can't transform into a Headless Horseman!You're just trying in vain!" The black figure struggled to make a final struggle.

He has been sealed in the sword for too long, and he desperately desires the outside world, desperately wanting to use his power to wreak havoc in the outside world and indulge his desires. But he was firmly sealed by this damn seal.

And this time, it was the only chance he had to break the seal in so many years, and he only needed to give him some more time to gather enough strength to completely shatter the seal.

But...... Uther appeared, not as foolish as the former owner of the Sorrowful Sword.

At this moment, Uther suddenly smiled mockingly: "Sacrifice? That's just a concoction by you to deceive those who want to gain the approval of the Holy Sword of Sorrow, telling them that they need to sacrifice a large number of living beings to transform into a Headless Horseman and control the Holy Sword of Sorrow. ”

"No! Actually, that's not the case at all! The energy obtained by sacrificing a large number of living beings is not used to transform the Headless Horseman, but for you to absorb! You have absorbed a lot of power and stored it, I'm afraid that you will be able to break the seal one day in the future, right? In fact, the transformation of the Headless Horseman only requires a Sword of Sorrow. ”

"How do you know? This can't be ......," the black figure roared in disbelief.

"It's a pity, I didn't know. But I saw the transformation of the woman before, combined with the legends I had heard. Therefore, I will never give you the opportunity to complete the world of cholera!" Lady Katie had never been to the Miracle Continent either, and had never heard of the legend of the Holy Sword of Sorrow, otherwise she would have been able to analyze the true transformation method from what she had learned.

But it doesn't make sense for Mrs. Katie to know, she is different from Uther, and Uther has means that Mrs. Katie can not compare.

At this moment, the last sentence, Uther shouted, and countless holy lights condensed above his head to form a god-like circle of light, and at this moment, Uther fiercely swung the Holy Sword of Sorrow and cut off his head, and then ...... A powerful force of light enveloped him entirely.

"Snap!" Uther's head fell to the ground, and Cyril fell to his knees in an instant, howling and crying.

At this moment, a powerful and holy soul power began to condense at the place where Uther severed head, forming a translucent energy head, and a powerful force erupted from the Holy Sword of Sorrow.

"Hum!" black magic, starting from the hilt of the sword, spread around Uther's arm, gradually upwards, and then enveloping his entire person.

"No...... You don't have sacrifices! You don't have enough energy...... It's impossible to successfully transform into a headless horseman!...... Impossible" The black figure flashed a hint of fear, and his voice trembled a little.

At this time, Uther's head formed with the power of his soul suddenly spoke: "You don't need the best at all!

"Poof!" the last breath of holy light in Uther's body condensed into a rich pillar of light, and rushed fiercely into the Holy Sword of Sorrow through the wrist that clenched the hilt of the sword.

"Boom!" The two passages were opened, and the demon sealed in the sword let out a miserable roar, and a stream of energy was not under his control, but poured into Uther's physical energy, forming a huge vortex.

"Boom!" Another loud explosion sounded in Uther's body, including his black ** power instantly dissipated, his skin had turned a miserable white color, and a trace of black mist continued to emerge from his pores.

Uther held the Sword of Sorrow in his hand, with his back to Cyril and Louis.

"Woo...... Uther ...... "Cyril burst into tears, not even daring to look at his friend's appearance.

"Forget me......" The Holy Sword of Sorrow in his hand had completely quieted down, and the demon in the sword was once again suppressed in the depths of the seal. Uther didn't turn around, he summoned the Death Horse that was stuck in the air to come down, and then turned over and sat down.

"No, you are the hero of the whole world, and you must be remembered by everyone!" Cyril looked up, a look of madness in his eyes.

"I must be forgotten, Cyril. Uther turned suddenly, her head made of magic above her neck, "I am the evil Headless Horseman, the most powerful class in the Temple of the Dead, and I don't deserve to be remembered. ”

"You've protected everyone, Uther!" Louis jumped off the dragon and walked in front of Uther.

"Whatever you are, it's the undead, the demon, the Headless Horseman. Follow your heart, and if you are righteous, then you are a Headless Horseman...... It is also just. ”

"Your Excellency Louis. Uther rolled over and dismounted, and walked up to Louis.

"Before leaving, I have a request that I hope you will grant. Uther said to Louis sincerely.

"You are a hero of the whole world, and you are also equivalent to my savior, and I can agree to all your requests. Louis nodded.

Uther knelt down on one knee, stuck the Holy Sword of Sorrow into the ground, and then said respectfully to Louis: "The God of Light is really a very good god, and his teachings have illuminated countless people and made them happy and happy lives, so I ......"

"Well, you don't need to say it!" Louis helped him up, "let me be the Holy Son of your Holy See of Light, right? I promise you that I will also bring angels to your Holy See to relieve the suffering of those who are afflicted with sickness." ”

"No...... That one...... Lord Louis is not the Son...... Be...... The Pope ...... "Cyril was behind Louis and suddenly spoke awkwardly.