In the center of the vast blood-colored wilderness, a mirror of black and white swords reflects the battle Ulysses faced.

The difference was that, in addition to the huge black beast, there were other shadows behind Ulysses, which were the appearance of three different shaped swords.

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"It hurts!" Ulysses clutched his abdomen, from which a large amount of blood was spilling out, and if his reaction had been a little slower, his stomach would have been completely torn open by the claws.

Fierce, brutal, bloodthirsty, as if born to be a killer, this is the deepest impression that this black beast left on Ulysses. The crisis he had encountered just now was far greater than when Ann approached him for a duel at that time.

"Ho...... Ho ......" The black beast seemed to be very dissatisfied with the escape of its prey, and immediately turned around, its limbs grasping the earth again, and its four red eyes showed a cruel and fierce light.

"Whew!" a fierce wind blew from nowhere, making the pungent smell of blood even stronger. These are the blood of Ulysses.

What the hell was going on? Ulysses was completely unable to comprehend what he was seeing and feeling, which was far beyond what he could have imagined. Obviously, just now, he said goodbye to the princess, how could he push open the door and get here.

There are so many things to think about, but I don't know how to do it. No matter how you think about it, this is too ridiculous fantasy.

In the air, there was a trace of fishy smell, and then a huge black shadow struck again, still so fast, simple, direct, still so fierce and powerful.

"Shhh

"Ahem!" Ulysses felt like his body was about to lose consciousness, and just two short dodges had drained all his strength, and he didn't even understand what he was fighting.

Perhaps, it didn't matter at all, because he seemed to be dying soon. With massive bleeding from his body, severe injuries to his chest and abdomen, and the attack of that lightning-fast, murderous monster, would he be able to make the next dodge?

Definitely not, the monster was so fast that he could only see a shadow, and he didn't react until the monster's claws tore open his body. Such a terrible enemy, let alone fighting, he can't even escape.

Is this going to be the way he is going to die? Die in this strange place.

"No...... Target...... Absolutely not!" Who was talking to him, why was he so uneasy, so anxious?

"Sword, pick up...... The sword is coming, the sword is here...... Your ......" sounds so nice, like an angel.

Sword, where is the sword? He didn't have anything like that on him, except for that duel with An, he didn't have a single experience of actually fighting people with a sword. Moreover, he lost consciousness halfway through that duel, and he was even inexplicable why he won later.

How can he fight with a sword like this?

"Well, pray, pray to me, pray to God, and then you will ...... Strength, sword ......" This time, the angelic voice seemed even more anxious.

Well, Ulysses felt that such a suggestion was more reliable than what sword he used to fight inexplicably. After all, as a believer in the Most High God, it is not embarrassing to pray to God sincerely when faced with great calamity.

Although everyone knows that the chances of ordinary people who are not priests praying to God and getting a response are almost zero. But in the distant past, there were miracles like that.

So pray, with all your heart, to the great God—Ulysses stretched out his hand and drew a cross on his chest in the most standard gesture.

That is the sign of God, that is the mark of the Lord, that is the most sacred and great power in this world.

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"Understood!" The artificial angel who felt Ulysses' wish spread his white wings, and the realm given by the great wind angel was now in full swing.

This area is called "Brilliant Vientiane"

Language and cognition, behavior and phenomena, mind and body, with Ulysses' desire as the source, change begins.

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And so a sword came to Ulysses, a sword that he had drawn out of the blood-colored wilderness, a sword that had chosen him and that he had chosen, a sword that represented the hope in his heart at this moment.

The body of the sword is pure silver, and countless sacred inscriptions are engraved on the simple body of the sword, and the hilt is wider and larger than the usual sword, and the whole sword looks like a cross that has been slightly elongated and then given the blade.

This is an ancient heritage that is said to have existed before the birth of the Cult of the Supreme God, representing faith, firmness, protection, and judgment, and it is the sacred sword that only those with the strongest faith are qualified to use, and it is the prototype and origin of all sacred treasures in this world.

Its name is the Holy Sword of the Cross, which represents the sacred sword of faith and judgment.

Ulysses looked in disbelief at the Holy Sword of the Cross that appeared in his hand as his cross slashed it, and the sound that came from it.

It is the sound of countless people praying and singing, it is the worship of God by people in the past, and it is the crystallization of countless hopes.

"Whew...... The black beast was also aware ......of the aura, the aura that made it uncomfortable, as if it had completely restrained some kind of power.

This made it even more irritable, and the feeling for Ulysses was more than just a simple appetite and another kind of hatred, a hatred that came from its body's instincts.

The bone armor on its limbs began to adjust automatically, becoming sharper and thinner, and while giving up some defenses, its attack power and speed all increased dramatically.

Then, a sharp light flashed in its bright red eyes, completely locking on Ulysses's figure.

At this moment, it is no longer a monster fighting to hunt its prey, but has become a more terrifying and ruthless combat weapon.

The Shadow Creature is the name of its creature weapon, and in the ancient age of magic, they were the loyal army of the Emperors of Magic, the claws that crushed all those who resisted.

Devouring the flesh and blood of human beings, tearing apart the bodies of all those who dare to resist in front of them, is instinct for them, and it is also the purpose of creation. They don't need to think about anything else, they just do what they instinctively do.

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