The strongest witch is a boy [Comprehensive]

Ten days later, the four god generals returned to Asura City one after another, and the last batch of candidate priestesses were also sent to the temple, where they were settled by the current priestesses, warned about the basic commandments, and explained the risks of the ceremony.

However, just like the selection ceremonies in the past, no one chooses to withdraw at this time.

——Even if some people may have thought about retreating, after seeing the splendid and rich Asura City with their own eyes, these human girls completely gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Who comes here at this moment without a higher wish?

Some of them were from a tribe that worshiped the Asura King, some were from a tribe that had nothing to do with the Asura Clan, and some had only heard the myth about the Asura King from the old population. The ancient myth was instantly connected with the present world, and at that time, some young girls knew about the tradition of selecting witches from the Asura tribe.

How to choose?

Do not……

There simply isn't a second option.

Who can refuse such a great glory and temptation?

To become a protoss, to live in such a city like a protoss, to have a long life, to maintain youth—for human beings, it is like a dream.

A dream from which I cannot wake up.

The candidate witches started a new life - in the temple of Asura City.

During this period of time, they all received the same treatment as the "witches" of past dynasties.

Wearing fine clothes, eating delicious food, and living in resplendent palaces, even real Asuras will treat them with respect when they come to the temple, just like treating current witches.

The short life of the "Protoss" made all this more like a magnificent dream, and this sense of dream reached its peak on the day of the witch selection ceremony.

When the sun rose, the prince of the Asura clan walked into the temple in the most formal dress in the morning light.

Kartikeye lit a golden flame on the altar, and looked down at the girls on the ground with those golden eyes.

"Brave person who wants to become a shrine maiden of our clan... step on the altar."

All the girls kneeling on the ground were shaken by this, and some of them boldly disobeyed the witch's order and quietly raised their heads to look at the prince above.

Long hair is purer black than the night, eyes are more dazzling gold than the sun, with gorgeous clothes and brilliance, that is the real Protoss, that is the real Protoss.

It turns out... Even if you can wear the same gorgeous clothes, even if you wear the same jewelry, there will still be such a huge difference.In front of the real protoss, these human beings are like poor imitations.

The Asuras who wear light and walk on flames are the real gods.

In the face of such an overwhelming beauty, she couldn't even feel jealous, and turned into complete admiration.

The girl was immersed in such a special color, subconsciously stood up, and walked towards the altar.

Kartikeye wanted to speak to remind, but was stopped by the eyes of the two witches, he could only shut his mouth and showed a look of pity.

The moment the reckless human girl stepped onto the altar, the flames that were meekly prostrate at the feet of the Asura prince suddenly shot up high, engulfing the foreign objects that broke into the altar.

The human girl let out a short wailing, and the screaming only lasted for a very short time before it stopped, and the rest was only the sound of burning flames.

Among the brilliant golden sea of ​​flames, only the prince of the Asura tribe still stood calmly. Some flames quietly climbed up his long black hair, turning into flowing spots of light and circling on his hair.

This scene brought a huge impact.

For the Asuras, the flames that only add luster to the people will take away human lives. The ultimate beauty and tragedy are displayed on the altar at the same time. The flames burn life and lead to death, and there is a fatal danger. However, it is And so beautiful.

After a while, the phantom flames calmed down again, but the girl's figure had completely disappeared.

— not even ashes, she disappeared completely with nothing left.

The flames of the Asuras will consume everything.

These candidate human girls finally remembered the current Miko's warning in an extremely profound way.

However, the only way to become an Asura priestess is through such rituals.

The palace was suddenly enveloped in oppressive silence.

Kartikeye sighed, appeasing the dissatisfied flame because of the loss of fuel, and asked again: "Is there anyone else who is willing to come to the altar? Brave girl... If you still want to become a priestess of our clan, Just come here, come to me."

When he said this, he inevitably smiled self-deprecatingly.

He thought of the two priestesses calmly saying "this is a tradition", and Kali's very sincere saying "it is an honor to die at the hands of the Asura".

glory……

is it?

The prince of the Asura tribe didn't know what he was expecting, whether he was expecting someone to come to him, or whether these girls would retreat in spite of difficulties.

The prince of the Asura tribe is still so beautiful, but the human girls in the temple will no longer mistake him for a weak and weak boy.

Regardless of appearance, this is the Asura clan who can tame and control flames, and they are the strongest fighting god clan in the heavens.

After a dead silence, a clear and energetic voice broke the silence.

Shezhi stood up, raised his head and said, "I am willing—!"

In an instant, everyone turned to where the voice came from.

The black-haired girl is tall and has a gorgeous appearance. Under such a dress, she is not inferior even when compared with the real gods.

The candidate priestess wore white sacrificial attire in the old way, without any accessories on her whole body, because wearing accessories now has no meaning—the flame of phantom power will burn everything.

However, at this moment, the black-haired girl's thick hair was clasped with a delicate hair crown, dotted with red gemstones.

Regarding Shezhi's waywardness, others thought it was her vanity. Shezhi insisted that it was her amulet, and the current witch did not let Shezhi take it off.

The reflection of the ruby ​​evokes familiar memories.

Kartikeye looked at the girl in front of him, and he was stunned for a while before he realized why she looked familiar. He recognized the hair ornament, and also recognized that the girl in front of him was Eagle's daughter. He was about to speak, Shezhi had already lifted the hem of her skirt and strode over. She exchanged a glance with the young prince in front of her, and without saying a word of prayer, she bravely and fearlessly jumped onto the center of the altar.

The fervent golden flame rose again, covering the altar in an instant, engulfing Kartikeye along with it.

The two priestesses were surprised by such a vision. They looked at each other, turned around and stopped the girls who were screaming in panic.

Jia Luo staggered out of the crowd and knelt at the feet of the two witches, tears streaming down his face.

"Miko-sama, that's my younger sister...I ask Miko-sama to forgive her...forgive her rudeness...I ask Miko-sama to let her come back..."

She kowtowed in a panic, her forehead hitting the ground with a muffled sound.

The two priestesses did not answer, but quietly looked at the girl in front of them.

Galo wept and begged, but the only response to her was the voice of the flame that burned her sister's life.

At this moment, she suddenly felt great terror.

Her twin sister...

The other half connected to her life.

If she loses Shezhi here, she will no longer have a relative in this world, how can she survive?

God...

King Ashura...

If prayers can be heard, please don't take her sister away.

She has only one request in her life, please let Shezhi come back, come back to her alive.

"Shezhi..."

Jia Luo's crying sound passed through the flames and entered the inside.

Kartikeye frowned slightly, and looked at the human girl who was being burned by the flames.

He didn't know if this was a repetition of what he had experienced in the past - he once felt the pain of the flames as a "human being", and experienced the pain of being burned and reshaped every inch of his flesh and bones. The identity of the clan watched a human girl repeat this process in front of her eyes.

The white sacrificial clothes and long black hair were ignited together, and the flames licked the body, causing severe pain, but Shezhi did not cry, but showed a bright smile to meet the scrutiny of the prince in front of him.

Just look at me—just like this, look at me intently, if only for a moment.

Shezhi was convinced that at this moment, she completely occupied the soft heart of this kind prince.

She wanted to show her most beautiful smile, but the severe pain of burning flesh and blood made her unable to maintain her smile. She coughed in pain and watched in horror as her white fingers were stripped of white bones in the flames. Watching the white bones gradually turn into gray ashes.

At this time, Shezhi suddenly understood why the girl who walked up to the altar only screamed for a moment.

Because when the throat is also ignited by the flame, soon even the sound can not be uttered.

Shezhi's feelings began to become confused. She couldn't distinguish which part of her body she had lost at this time, and she couldn't distinguish the length of time. She could only look at the opposite prince with the last stubbornness and pride.

In those eyes that were the same color as the night sky, Shezhi saw his miserable appearance now.

She could hardly believe it.

Her long black hair was burned to the point where only a short section remained, and it was messier than the most sloppy tramp. Her fair skin was reddened by the flames, her body was broken, and her most proud face At this time, half of the white bones have been exposed. Although the other half is still covered with flesh and blood, it is because of this that this scene looks even more terrifying.

The prince did not waver in the slightest, and still looked at her with the original expression, calmly and tolerantly, as if looking at his own compatriots.

It was the tenderness that soothed the heart even in the midst of this deadly flame.

Shezhi suddenly got indescribable courage from this expression.

Her feet and legs had been engulfed by the flames, she couldn't continue to stand, she could only kneel on the ground with her knees that had not yet disappeared, stretched out her hand, which she felt terrible, only had broken bones, and prayed to the prince in front of her.

"Please protect me...Your Highness Kartikeye, please protect me..."

Shezhi's vocal cords were damaged by the flames, and she could no longer make the melodious and melodious voice she used to say, and now she only uttered a strange sound of air flow that even she herself could not identify.

Unbelievably, the prince in front of him stretched out his hand towards her as if he understood.

A drop of blood burning with golden flames fell from Kartikeye's fingertips.

It landed lightly and silently on the white bones of Shezhi's arm that had been exposed in the flames.

That drop of blood made a deep pit on Shezhi's bone, corroding a hole like lava.

Shezhi let out another silent scream.

She thought she was going to die in such an ugly and tragic way.

However, she is not reconciled.

She is not reconciled.

It was hard, hard to come here.

She still wants to live, she still wants to go to a higher position, she still wants—Shezhi raised her head and looked up at the Asura prince in front of her, she suddenly knew very clearly what she wanted.

Now, she wants to live.

The flame of phantasm is still burning, but everything has begun to change.

Shezhi was shocked to find that she was no longer in pain, and the feeling she had lost was gradually returning.

Her limbs engulfed by the flames quickly grew back, returning to their original appearance.

Shezhi knelt down on the ground because of being overly surprised, watching his arms that had been turned into bones were gently comforted by the flames, and flesh and blood were reborn in the flames.

The long black hair fell to the ground again.

Shezhi didn't even understand what was happening.

Even though the phantom flame that was about to take her life at one time had receded from her side, and it only brought warmth like a gentle wind, she did not regain consciousness.