"Then leave it to me to take care of it. Lara held the scarred Yulia in her arms, knowing that this was Ulysses' sister, and her movements were very gentle.

As the sun sets and night falls, Lala begins to heal Yuria's injuries by the side of a fire in the midst of a ruin.

"It's serious. "The sequelae of the heraldic sword style is very terrible, not as simple as being affected by the coat of arms and transforming, but the more times you use a certain coat of arms, the more serious the sequelae of the influence will be.

After Yuria was forcibly transformed the first time she used the power of the heraldic sword style, she would take longer and longer each time she used it. When you cross a certain cordon, I'm afraid that even your memory of what you were like will be lost, and you will be completely swallowed up by the power of the heraldic sword.

The heraldic sword style is such a terrible thing, a power that can only be used at a great cost in order to obtain great power. Lala, who created this monster sword technique with her own hands, understands its flaws better than anyone else.

Carefully wrapping all of Yuria's wounds, Lara hesitated for a moment before drawing a simple coat of arms on the ground with her sword.

Yulia looked at the coat of arms with a stunned look, because that coat of arms she knew, it was the foundation of the heraldic sword style, the healing coat of arms that increased her vitality.

However, the coat of arms drawn by Lala has a beauty that she cannot match, and if the coat of arms she draws is a standard figure, then the coat of arms drawn by Lala is a work of art, presenting a soft beauty.

"The power of the heraldic sword style is difficult for humans to control, so don't use it in the future. Even though it's something I've created, it's not for humans. Placing Yuria in the center of the healing crest, Lara whispered.

The creator of the heraldic sword! Is she ...... Yuria's body trembled slightly, and her eyes became more admiring as she watched Lara.

Ah, there can be no mistake, such excellent sword skills, such beautiful appearance, not like the legendary hero, but she is such a hero.

Even if she has been forgotten by many people, even if her name has long been obscured by history, she is indeed the hero who saved the world, and she will never be able to compare.

Moreover, she not only has the strength and bearing of a hero, but also has a soft heart, which is the person who makes her unable to even be jealous.

Feeling the hand caressing her, Yulia felt the gap between the two more deeply. It's normal for her brother to be attracted to her, and even she likes her like this.

"Lara, how long is this kind of battle going on?" For Ulysses, just spending time with Lala was satisfying, and that was why he was here.

However, this does not seem to be the case for Lara, who is fighting here clearly with a very clear purpose.

"It was supposed to take a while, but it looks like it's been brought forward considerably. Ulysses, are you really ready?" Lara asked Ulysses earnestly, holding Yuria, who had recovered a little from her injuries.

"Well, as long as the opponent is not Lala you, I will definitely fight with all my might. "After so many battles, Ulysses has also learned a lot about the power of the Holy Sword of the Wind, and he is no longer a layman who didn't know anything at first.

"No, you haven't understood that even I, if you want to fulfill your wishes, must be defeated. Lara shook her head, sighing at Ulysses' innocence.

"That's absolutely impossible, because my wish ......" Ulysses looked at Lara with a red face.

Because his desire to come here is to "meet Lala". From this point of view, when he actually meets Lala here for a real time, his wish has been fulfilled.

Yulia saw it too, because it was too obvious. Her brother, as usual, put everything on his face, and she is completely different from her, who always hides his feelings.

My brother looked at Lala's eyes, and it was "like". For him, who doesn't like to fight, the purpose of coming here is obviously just that one, wanting to be with Lala.

Big tears came from the corners of Yulia's eyes, and she didn't cry even if she fainted in pain, and for the first time, she was so weak that she couldn't even control her tears.

Sure enough, it can't be compared, and it can't be compared in any way. It wasn't her who her brother liked, but Lala, and knowing this, Yulia heard the sound of her heart bursting.

None of them compared, and although she seemed to have a similar body and used similar fighting skills, Lara surpassed her countless times in a way that she could not have imagined in her lifetime.

However, more important than that, she is the only person her brother likes, the only person who will look at it with "longing" and "like", something that she will never get as a child, the most precious treasure in the world.

The night is so long, so long.

............ Western.

Blood spilled all over the land, flowing like a river into the distance, and in the midst of the dangerous ruins where the shadow creatures were most dense, and even Lara found it too difficult to go with Ulysses, a young man in a bloody suit was wiping his sword.

Compared with when he first entered here, his height is a little taller, his face is a little more mature, and he can no longer see the childishness of the past.

"It seems useless to kill these. Looking at the long sword in his hand, which had grown to a certain limit, the owner of the Eye of Killing Intent began to feel dissatisfied, very dissatisfied.

"Sure enough, it's more fun to kill people, and it's almost time to really start doing it. With the sword behind his back, the youth began to move towards the area where there were people.

............ South.

"Victory must be mine. "In a ruined church, the blonde princess stuck her sword in front of the cross, she has annihilated the entire southern horde of monsters, and her strength has grown enough.

Now, let her embark on the path of kinghood and find what she wants.

............ In the east, in the last darkness before dawn.

The blue-eyed beauty stood at the highest position in the entire Struggle Garden, breathing in the cold air and stretching out her hand to the earth beneath her feet.

It was a snow-white hand, but it looked incomparably vicissitudes under the light of the stars.

"Soon, soon. As she said to herself, a force large enough to shake the heavens and the earth began to emanate from her, and then gathered into her hands.

The starry sky of the entire Struggle Garden begins to change color.

(To be continued)