I Will Eventually Inherit the Archbishop of Heaven

In the private ward, the two people with blond hair and blue eyes were still talking, and the atmosphere was serious.

"When fighting against the Rod of God, the concentration of Houkai energy in your body expanded far beyond the normal state. And at that time, the temperature of the god-killing armor you were wearing had exceeded tens of thousands of degrees Celsius."

Ulandal said: "Generally speaking, a high temperature of 3000 degrees Celsius can easily melt the chemical bonds in the human body. Logically speaking, your body should have evaporated instantly."

Yan's brows twitched when he heard it, thinking that this was too scary.

Although his physical and chemical grades were not very good, it didn't seem like she was lying to himself when she spoke clearly and logically.

"But I didn't feel any big change in temperature at the time?" Ian frowned: "It's a little hot."

"Didn't you notice any abnormalities in your body during the battle?" Ulandal asked, "For example, you feel chills all over your body, you have emotionally unstable impulsive symptoms, and there are disorganized voices in your head. of."

"...Are you trying to say that I have anxiety schizophrenia?" He couldn't help complaining: "Let me tell you first, although I have lived alone since I was a child, my mental state is quite healthy."

"You misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

Youlandelle crossed her arms and raised her slender legs, staring at him: "As far as I know, the blood of the Kaslana family flows in your body, and since ancient times, there has been a secret hidden in their blood. A powerful force that can be traced back long enough to the civilization of the last epoch."

"Strong power?" Ion whispered softly.

"It's the super-variable factors you mentioned." She said lightly: "When you activate the super-variable factors hidden in the gene fragments, your reason will be bound by the consciousness imprint in these factors, and your body will also tend to be siliconized. It will quickly drop to a temperature far below the normal temperature of ordinary people."

"But at the same time—" Youlandel paused, with a sharp look in his eyes: "You will gain the ability to control ice and snow."

"So that's how it is." Yan understood: "So what you want to say is that the reason why I didn't ascend to heaven on the spot is because I controlled the ice and snow in an unconscious state to protect me?"

Urandale nodded without looking sideways.

"Actually, the reason why this set of god-killing armor can climb to such a high temperature is precisely because the power emerging from your body has lifted its restrictions."

"limit……"

Ian couldn't help stroking his chest, recalling the memory of the battle at that time. He still vaguely remembered that his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the endless deep sea, and all the hustle and bustle around him quietly dimmed, as if isolated from the world.

But what followed was a huge force like a raging wave, filling every cell in the body in an instant, as if the sea of ​​spirit contained the torrent of energy that submerged the world, mighty and mighty.

It was precisely because of that feeling that he had the courage to face God's punishment.

Even laugh wildly.

"Having said so much, what exactly do you want to express?"

Yan came back to his senses and stared at her: "You can't just come to tell me this, can you?"

"As I said before, you are not very familiar with your own power." Ulandal suddenly got up and walked in front of him.

Yan raised his head, slender shadows blocked the light, and the girl's serious face was reflected in his pupils.

She bent down slowly, her back outlined a soft and graceful curve, and she approached Ian with a faint fragrance, staring at him intently with her water-blue eyes.

Yan's heart moved, the delicate face close at hand made him breathe heavily, and the plump and upturned softness below almost clung to his body.

Although Urandale doesn't look as big as Rita, it's unexpected.

Suddenly he felt that his shoulders were held down by a pair of soft hands.

"You, what are you doing!" Yan suddenly became vigilant, and retreated tactically: "I'm going to call someone!"

"Let's have a competition." Ulandal said solemnly.

"……Clam?"

Hearing the completely unexpected words, Yaen froze suddenly, and then showed an exaggerated shocked expression.

"Actually, I'm very interested in your power." Ulandal stared at him with faintly burning eyes: "More importantly, I'm also very interested in you."

The first half of the sentence is quite normal, but the second half of the sentence is a bit of a fantasy.

"What do you mean?"

Yan's face was full of WTF expressions. In all fairness, he didn't think that he could make the most powerful S-rank Valkyrie fall in love with him just by his face, let alone that they hadn't met and talked for more than 12 hours!

"I have seen a man who has the same power as you, but he—" Yolandelle lowered his brows slightly, was silent for a while, then raised his head and continued: "You are different from him, you can also use this power A force, but will not be backlashed."

There was an unpredictable light in her eyes, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"I want to confirm through fighting, what is the difference between you and him."

Yan was stunned. He stared at Youlandelle's focused and earnest eyes, as if he could see through the ghostly doubts and puzzles in her heart.

"I understand."

He nodded after a moment, then shook his head firmly: "But, I refuse."

"?"

Youlandelle thought that he had accepted her challenge, but she didn't expect to change her mind in the blink of an eye.

So what did you understand just now?

"Why?" She frowned slightly, looking directly at Ian: "Don't you want to find out the power contained in yourself? I have witnessed the scene where you resisted the rod of God with your own eyes. The woman who looks at the whole destiny Valkyrie, there is no one else who can rival you except me."

"So you're brave?"

Urandale stared at him and said nothing.

"Don't look at me with such sharp eyes." Yan spread his hands: "I know, after all, the space-based kinetic energy weapon is said to be able to kill even the Herrscher, if a random Valkyrie can stop the Honkai, it may be early were driven from the earth."

He paused for a moment, with a helpless expression on his face: "It's just fighting against you. To be honest, I'm really not interested."

"Is it because your body hasn't fully recovered yet?" Ulandal asked, "If so, I can come to you again when you recover and leave the hospital."

"It has nothing to do with this." Yan slowly tightened his five fingers, feeling the full strength in his body, and sighed.

"We have no grievances in the past, and we have no enmity in the present. Why do we have to fight each other with swords? And I can't bear to point the weapon at a beautiful girl like you."

Yan turned over on the bed and stretched himself: "As for that strength, although I really want to find out, I don't think I can know anything just by a friendly competition."

He said quietly: "After all, it was bought with life."

Youlandelle remained silent, her slender and curly eyelashes drooping slightly, her eyes disappointed.

"Well, I respect your decision." She raised her head and her expression returned to normal: "However, I will not give up."

"Come on, I think you should just give up."

The corner of Yan's eyes twitched, thinking that maybe there would be no peace in the future.

"No, your strength is strong enough, even I can't guarantee that I can defeat you." Ulandal clenched his fists: "If I want to become stronger, I must defeat you with my own hands!"

"Aren't you already the strongest S-rank Valkyrie of Destiny?" He sighed, "Why are you so obsessed with power?"

"Because I have seen many powerful enemies, and I understand that it is far from possible to defeat Honkai with my current strength."

Youlandelle seemed to be trapped in memories, and sat back again, with deep eyes: "It's not enough just to be the strongest, I must grow stronger. Because one day, a real crisis will come."

"At that time, I must stand up and fight to protect all the good things in the world."

Her voice became erratic, like clouds and mist, but there was a sense of mission as heavy as a mountain.

Yan glanced at Youlandelle, and suddenly felt that she was also a person with a story, her slender body was carrying some past responsibilities, as if she had inherited the legacy of the dead, and walked forward silently.

For no reason, he thought of himself in Florence fighting against the punishment of God alone.

Ulandal stood up: "It's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest."

She turned around and left.

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PS: Well, the essence of this book is to develop the emotions of the characters through storytelling, and finally embrace the bed and have sex with each other.If you want to attack people, you must first let them notice you, right?

PSS: In addition, I don’t know how the official writing is, but this book is a stupid goose, and Zhenqi is a real Qi, and Zhenqi will appear in the next few chapters.

PSSS: During this time period, Ulandal is very strong but not invincible.For example, she was injured against the Kevin puppet.Xumi mustard who entered SU was stunned by someone using the second god key.

68: Kiyana, this is your fiancé

This is a room like no other.

In the interior of less than [-] square meters, all you can see are rows of nanmu bookshelves that reach the ceiling. On each shelf, there are hand-figures of beautiful girls of different sizes and poses. Hair, the expression on the face is lifelike and lifelike, just like a real person.

Surprisingly, all the figures here have the same characteristic - white hair and blue eyes braided.

In the dim light, in front of the desk was a blond figure who was working hard, so focused.

Looking from the front, you can also find him wearing gold-rimmed glasses, lightly holding a figure that is nearing completion in his left hand, and a sharp knife in his right hand. His expression is serious and careful, and his movements are meticulous, as if he is making a A precious handicraft.

There are also small bookshelves and some dye paintbrushes on the table. There are several books standing on the bookshelves, and the names on them can be vaguely seen through the light——"The Chronicle of the Knights", "The Story of Eileen"

Suddenly there were footsteps.

"My lord bishop." The door opened, and the secretary with a file came in: "Everything is as you said, Lord Yaen rejected Lord Ulandal's invitation to battle, and currently Lord Ulandal has left the hospital .”

"And... that one." Amber's tone was cautious: "She said she would come later."

"Well, I see."

Otto sat at the table with a bright lamp, his voice was very soft, as cautious as his hands.

"Also, my lord bishop." Amber opened the folder and carefully flipped through the report in her hand: "The specific compensation fee for Florence has been released."

"Oh? It seems that those profit-seeking capitalists can only exert their maximum action power in terms of money." Otto paused for a while, then continued to work, and said casually: "This Isn't this matter always handed over to the financial department to handle it?"

"...Because this time the situation is quite special." Amber said slowly: "The World Snake launched an EMP bomb and destroyed almost all the circuit equipment in the entire city, plus the Honkai beasts and dead soldiers wreaked havoc in the town, and There is a series of damage caused by Lord Ion when he fought against the rod of God."

"The current compensation and repair costs have exceeded 500 billion euros."

Amber's faint words were like thunder on the ground, causing Otto's hand to tremble suddenly!

Chick——!

Accompanied by the ferocious and distorted sound, there was a crisp collision sound of a head falling to the ground, so loud.

Time seemed to stand still.

Otto's eyes widened, his eyes followed the rolling head that fell on the table, and his pupils trembled violently!

His eyes were filled with unbelievable bewilderment. He looked at the large and unrestrained arc of his right hand, and then at the slender waist and long legs of his left hand... the headless delicate body.