Roga didn't understand the feud between the two parties, but he understood one thing: they were fighting for the right to decide his fate, and Lilith clearly had the upper hand and made arrangements for him.

He didn't like that. And when Luo Jia really resists something, he will always let others know. The most experienced priests of science and technology would have warned the girls if they were here.

"Nope." He said softly. Frost flowers condensed at his feet. "I'm disappointed." The original continued, and the childish face turned cold. "I gave you a chance."

The female warrior subconsciously raised her sword to her chest, only to find that the Grail Knight was staring at her, and blood was dripping from the broken rusty sword in her hand. The redhead, who was close to two meters, looked petite in comparison.

Sorcerer! Damn, the selection of the Eternal King had not been held for so long that she had almost forgotten that the would-be kings were all proficient in witchcraft, otherwise how would they communicate with the Asuyan on the other side? Helriben raised her hand and told the restless banshees to pull back. They didn't do much here, not even enough to stop the knight whose armor was rusty.

The skin is brittle and the blood flow slows down. Stronger sorcery was on the way to form, telling Hurriburn that she should act as soon as possible. Any warrior of any caliber knows to interrupt all the wizard's actions as much as possible, but the problem they face is often that the wizard knows about it. The knight's position seemed random, but it protected the monster with the child's face from the airtight. Hurley could only watch as the power of substance continued to spill out of the latter's body, as if it were endless.

Lilith was still standing opposite the would-be king, her expression calm, the sleeves of the priest's robe fluttering gently in the rich energy.

"Lilith, pretending, you'd better have a way." She thought to herself with a dry tongue. "I don't want to die in your temple."

"My companions don't like this power very much." Luo Jia had already floated off the ground, looking at the goddess at eye level. "They say that any power has a price, and that's a pretty bad deal. But I love your story and almost start to like you. ”

"So, I decided to be serious." He said.

Heliben saw Lilith's face turn white little by little, her throat was clenched by an invisible force, and she slowly lifted her feet off the ground. She wanted to move, but the brunette just threw a glance and pinned her firmly in place.

"Shelley once told me to treat them as men do to themselves, and to beat them with the whip they used to punish others." His voice fluttered, "Because if you don't know pain, you won't be ashamed." ”

The girl's neck had begun to deform in the invisible force, and she furrowed her brow and exhaled with difficulty.

"So, do you know it hurts?" The prospective king asked earnestly. The force eased a bit, enough for Lilith to take two breaths. But those of you know that this is not forgiveness.

He needed an answer. Hurri, on the other hand, only prayed that Lilith's eloquence would make some difference.

Then she saw the familiar goddess pull the corners of her mouth and smile with difficulty. "No, sir...... To fulfill my duty, I have nothing but joy in my heart. ”

The quasi-king's expression did not fluctuate. But even Hurley could tell he was in a bad mood. "What duty did you accomplish?"

"Put you on the throne......" Lilith said in fits and starts. The female warrior began to pray that the wise Molehagrid would give her old friend some wisdom, or simply shut her up.

"I have not accepted it, and I will not bear your fate for the sake of a crown." For no reason, Hellyburn felt that the voice betrayed disappointment.

"Ah...... That's not up to me. All I have to do is wait ......"

"You can't wait." The quasi-king said coldly, and the staggered sound of souring teeth sounded.

"No......" the goddess shook her head slightly, "I've waited until ......"

A sly smile appeared on her face. "It was only the power of the Sacred Flame that chose you to be the king. And the real promotion ceremony...... It is necessary to summon the echo of Asoyan, which is a bit time-consuming. ”

As her last word fell, flames rose from under Roga's feet, enveloping him entirely. The witchcraft power that bound Lilith vanished as soon as it was no longer maintained, causing her to fall to the ground with a thud. Narek lunged at him, reaching out to try to pull Roga out, but he was also engulfed in the mad flames.

Helliben pointed to the ground on tiptoe, firing it like a sword, picked up Lilith, and checked it up and down twice, and found that the other party was fine except for the bruise on his neck.

"Eldest sister?" The leader of the squad asked hesitantly at the door, the banshees who had no one but Hurley's eyes were clearly shocked by what had just happened. "So...... Is this a quasi-king promotion? Someone whispered in the back. Immediately, a voice retorted violently: "How is it possible, the Father is no longer there!" "But it's the fire that comes out of the shrine!" "This is the Lilith Temple!" "With the holy fire, there is the attention of the Father, have you forgotten that the seventy-second is the ......?"

"Shut up!" Helriben interrupted all the noise with a snap, and the fierce banshees fell silent. "Get out of here and go on patrol, save that bunch of things coming out again."

It wasn't until the Banshee Sisters had scattered that Hurley turned around, her right eye scar writhing in anger. "Before the festival, you're in a hurry to sacrifice yourself to the god-king?"

Lilith stood on her arm, coughing for a long time before she could breathe. "Nothing...... The quasi-king is just throwing a tantrum. ”

"And almost let you die in your own temple? I really envy this temper. ”

"Huh...... He won't. Our young king is more childish than you think, otherwise how could he fall for the same? The goddess raised a stream of loose black hair and laughed to herself, "I didn't expect that simply making him lose control of his emotions, and then summoning the holy fire to sneak attack can succeed twice......"

"Speaking of which, the Eternal King's ritual of fire...... I didn't even expect you to succeed. When was the last time you were king-elected? Helriben's tone was a little melancholy.

"On a realistic scale, it was sixty-six years ago. According to our perceptions...... It's been a long time. ”

"yes...... It's been a long, long time...... It's been so long since you've become Lilith, the maiden god, that I'll never be able to take off my war mask again. Oh, this is probably the first time that a fire ceremony has been held in other temples, right? It's time for the last time. Helriben grinned, making the expression strange and fierce. She closed her eyes to calm her never-ending fury for a moment, lest she stab Lilith like her out-of-control sisters.

Ha, when did they end up here? Hurry didn't like nostalgia, and it didn't do her any good to suppress her anger. Once upon a time...... When she was on the verge of forgetting, the Howling Banshee was just one of the many faces of Kane, the god of war, and the fury they called the Mask of War could be unleashed, and in times of peace, they could still enjoy the good things instead of screaming and resenting everything.

But with Kane's shattering, everything changed. In order to fend off the Fall, the Banshees chose to become the vessel of the Bloody Hand God, allowing the fragments of his soul to continue to burn in his body. It's the lesser of two evils, but Hurley will never let go of what he's lost. They had to absorb the wrath they had once tried so hard to resist, and turn the war mask into their own face to resist the laughter of the queen who fell asleep every night.

But compared to Lilith, he may be luckier. Hurley felt that she was probably the last person to remember her original face, and that her name had been erased from all living memories by accepting the goddess's divine name. Even the head of the banshee was almost diluted by the blood-colored killing frenzy of the young priestess.

"Soon......" Lilith seemed to be drained of her strength and slid down her companion's arm again. Seeing her like this, Helliben simply sat down together, shoulders against each other, daggers resting horizontally on their knees, and the light of the fire shimmered. "Would the Father really choose a Gentile to be our king?"

"Since we are cursed by a Gentile God, why can't we have a Gentile deliverer?" Lilith shook her head slightly, "What's more...... Is there really a so-called Gentile existence in this land? ”

Helly babbled her tongue. "You're saying something I don't understand again."

"Huh...... We're all homeless wanderers who lost our hometowns, even earlier than you know. If you hadn't focused all your attention on the bloody slaughter, you might have understood more, but that's not a good thing. Lilith glanced at her.

"I should have asked him to strangle you to death...... Speaking of which, this Knight of the Grail is not quite what I know, and I can't smell any of the scent of an adulteress from him. ”

"Watch the wording, Helliburn."

"Leave me alone." The head of the banshee stared at the blazing but unscorching flame, his eyes shining with fire, and unconsciously rubbing the hilt of his sword. "Do you say that even if he were to be our king, he would bless us?"

"I don't know, I'm just doing what Asoyan wants. If he accepts the last flame of the God-King, then he will surely carry out His will. ”

"Then we'll have to wait." Helriben said in a deep voice.

"Hmm...... After waiting for so many years, is it still a moment and a half? ”