When the last canine-shaped black shadow was shattered in front of the Cross Sword in Ulysses' hand, the sun had completely sunset on the horizon. He was left alone and a dozen gray-black traces under the ancient city walls.

"It's over?" Ulysses looked at the corner with some uncertainty, always feeling that the next moment a huge black beast would rush out of there.

However, holding the Cross Holy Sword, he was no longer afraid of such monsters. On the premise of being able to see the monster's movements clearly, he only needs to draw out the power in the Cross Holy Sword to launch a fatal blow, and he can achieve the effect of killing with one hit.

Although he didn't hit accurately every time, he was already invincible on the premise of good defense.

No new black beast came out of that corner, and after a brutal battle, the ancient city wall returned to its original calm.

The faintly visible red lines in the sky continued to crisscross and stagger, and finally formed a huge magic array, and a light fell on Ulysses's body.

Then, after Ulysses blinked, he saw a view of the familiar promenade.

Ancient frescoes, intricately carved magic lamps for lighting, and warm evening breezes in summer are the views from the top floor of Hailar Hotel.

Turning around, he saw the door that had just been closed, it was the room of the "golden princess", where he had just walked out.

"Dreams?" Ulysses looked at his hands in bewilderment, the switch between dream and reality was so rapid that he couldn't find his direction at all.

However, dreams are not without traces.

"It hurts!" The pain in my stomach was scorching, but it was much lighter than the pain of being cut open in my dream, as if I had hit a stone in a dream and woke up to find that I had just fallen out of bed.

"Sure enough, it's a dream. Ulysses eventually decided to believe in "reality", after all, this is the world he knows.

He didn't notice that on the back of his hand, there were silent flashes of the traces of the cross, which was the power of the ancient holy sword that represented "faith", and it was also the power that repaired the wounds on his body during the battle.

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However, not everyone will be as lucky as Ulysses to have a holy sword that can quickly heal their physical injuries.

Holding the Sword of Initiation, Yuria also won the final victory, but it was a miserable victory. The battle with a dozen black canine monsters had drained almost all of her physical strength, and she was on the verge of losing consciousness in the final battle to the death.

Her Primordial Sword didn't have the special ability to quickly repair her body in battle, so she came back from that side of the world almost bathed in her own blood.

The hands, feet, and chest were all left with the marks of being bitten, especially on the left hand, which was injured in the first battle to find the pattern of the enemy's movements, and a huge claw mark extended from the shoulder to the wrist.

It hurts, is this the real battle, a battle that must be won? Looking at her scarred body, Yulia gritted her teeth.

The pain of being bitten by a beast, the dizziness of physical exhaustion, if it weren't for the new strength in her body as a support, she would have lost consciousness long ago. The inability to fight for a long time is her current Achilles' heel.

Fortunately, her brother is not by her side now, otherwise she will definitely find out that she is wrong. She was more afraid that her secret would be discovered by her brother than such an injury.

If he knew, he would have tried his best to stop her. Only her brother, she didn't want him to see her so embarrassed.

However, she won't give up, can't give up, and won't want to give up. Even in the face of such a brutal battle, even if the result of each battle is so miserable, she wants to grasp her own hope, the only light in the darkness.

"Primordial Sword!" she called out to her only weapon, the sword that had been linked to her life.

The small dagger appeared in her hand, and there was something more to the unfinished sword than when it first appeared, it was the blade that had grown with her battles, a unique weapon that belonged to her.

"Sure enough. When she saw the Primordial Sword, which was more complete than the original, Yuria understood what she had gained from the battle she had just gained.

There is no power in this world that you get for no reason, and you have to give what you want to get. In exchange for obtaining the Initial Sword, she must go to battle there.

It was a garden of struggle, a brutal and merciless battlefield, and the place where she could gain the fastest power, where she had to go.

It's as simple as giving up, just put down the sword in your hand and you'll never be summoned there again.

However, she can't give up, doesn't want to give up, and is even more unwilling to give up. No matter what kind of opponent she faces, she will fight until the end and achieve the ultimate victory.

"You can't lose, Yuria, if you lose, you'll have nothing. Wiping away her tears from the pain, Yulia began to carefully bandage her wounds.

I can't let my brother see his ugly appearance, so he has to hide it so that he doesn't find out about his abnormality.

Bleeding wounds will heal, and injured bodies can heal, it's nothing. As long as you endure it, it will pass.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Yulia could clearly see the wounds on her body, from her left shoulder to her foot, a total of thirteen. The most serious injury was on the left hand, and I am afraid that it will not be able to be used for combat for the next few days.

Fortunately, there is no fatal injury that will affect the life of ordinary people, as long as you disguise it well, you can still hide the past. She really can't hide it, she can also pretend to be sick, but that's a last resort, not a last resort, she doesn't want to use it.

Wrapping his wounds tightly in bandages one by one, each time it seemed to be torturing herself, Yulia, who was not so good at tolerating pain, cried, but quickly wiped away her tears and continued to work hard to bandage her wounds.

After getting dressed and confirming in front of the mirror that she would never be seen by anyone, Yuria, who wiped away her tears, smiled.

It was a smile that would make him feel happy and relaxed when he was with his brother. As long as there was such a smile, he would definitely not find out and discover the secret she was hiding.

It's just that I can't wear short-sleeved dresses anymore for the time being. If she could, she really wanted her brother to always see her most beautiful appearance, so she specially asked Sister Mila to prepare the cutest clothes for her.

Happiness is still far away.

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