The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Sword singers are warriors who believe in the way of the sword. They have extremely powerful sword skills, and also have magical powers that rival sword skills, because they pursue dual strength of mind and body.

They believe that the sword is an extension of the soul and a part of the body, and it is rumored that a sword song master can defeat the enemy with only a wooden sword.

Sword singers practice a kind of soul power called "Holy Sea".

At first, this power was hidden deep in the heart. With continuous practice, the "holy sea" in the spiritual consciousness gradually became stronger, until it could be visualized to the level of reality, forming a shining long sword. At that time, a sword singer He is honored as "Ansai", that is, the sword master.

The soul sword created by Ansai is infinitely powerful, it can crush the enemy like cutting wheat, and it is even so powerful that it can sink a continent. The saying of the so-called nuclear explosion sword master comes from this.

Millicent shared her experience of practicing.

"The initial stage of the way of the sword is the mastery of swordsmanship. Let me say that I have my own understanding of swordsmanship. Although I have no memory of the past, after I was saved by you, I naturally knew how to do it. Swing the sword. My soul, my body, both know how to fight.

"So I quickly ended this phase of practice. Next, I started to meditate between practice sessions, which is a process of self-torture of the mind, like forging a hot piece of pig iron, constantly hammering out impurities. The power of the holy sea is gradually sprouting, and every time I close my eyes, I can see the bright light shining in the bottom of my heart, and there are still many impurities in it.

"So I asked myself over and over again if I was on the right path, and what was right for me, and the question was like a hole, and I fell in and there was nothing in it.

"The admonition left by the sword singers is that piety is the essence of the holy sword. A person who believes in it will not doubt it. They believe in the God of War, and I believe in you. Linde, I swear to be the sword in your hand and never retreat .When I made my vows, I saw myself and crawled out of that bottomless void."

Linde looked at Millicent, she was able to express her heart without hesitation or cowardice. She had forged her heart into a pure sword. The devout heart of protection is the essence of her holy sea. With this backbone, the power of the holy sea can be forged into shape, which is precisely the most ordinary and difficult step on the sword singer's path of cultivation.

Many ansai are obsessed with the god of war, ready to sacrifice themselves at any time. It is incomprehensible to outsiders, there is no one who doesn't even cherish his own life. But for themselves, this is a sincere path full of complex and difficult spiritual games, and it is by no means blindly following God like ordinary people.

"Later, I kept looking for enemies, inspired potential in the crisis of death, and kept filling the holy sea. But I'm sorry, I can't visualize it yet. Linde, give me some more time. I'm qualified Fighting for you."

Millicent could say to protect Linde and fight for him a thousand times, and never once was a false lie. Her voice was like a swallow passing over Pinghu, light and stable, and always soft.

"You really are... Millicent." Linde used Millicent's name as an adjective, he shook his head and laughed, "I never asked you to return it."

"You are so beautiful, Linde, just like the patron saint I imagined." Millicent muttered, "The only thing I can give you in return is life."

"That shouldn't be about killing and killing. You still have a good life. If you encounter danger that even I can't handle, what you have to do is to survive. Wait, I take this sentence back. I don't want You believe in me, and it's not conducive to a healthy, equal friendship between us."

Linde folded the mended clothes into pieces and placed them beside Millicent. He stood up and said, "You change first, I'll wait for you at the door."

Walk out of the side door of the prayer room, and you can see the view of Abrefill from here.

The majestic city gate at the root of the sacred tree is the last line of defense for God-man Mikaela. There are all kinds of powerful fighters, terrifying monsters, and many faders have lost a layer of skin here. However, with such a defensive strength, the result was like the Maginot Line. It failed to defend Mikaela, the man of God, and was taken away by the villains, and they slept together all day long.

If Linde hadn't changed the history of the junction, Millicent would have died here.

She went through all kinds of hardships just to find the trace of the god-man Marenia, who was at the bottom of the sacred tree, waiting for Mikaela's return.

It's just that Millicent failed to meet her in person after all, and fell on the last journey.

The morning light passed through the cold clouds and fell into this gothic city. The exquisitely carved walls pour out the painstaking efforts of the builders, as if the ubiquitous vines are like creepers, climbing on the outer walls of the building and the towering towers, carving out the years of history together with the dust and fallen leaves. The courageous men in hardened armor patrolled tirelessly, and their armor shone with a bleak cold light, illuminating the ownerless city of sorrow.

The footsteps behind her gradually stopped at her shoulders. Millicent exhaled lightly, and then slowly exhaled, like a city girl who just woke up and was about to warm up and jog.

"This place is very beautiful. I recently planted a silver tree and a floating city, but my city is probably not as glorious and sacred as Rodel here. It is like Barcelona, ​​composed of independent communities one after another A modern enclave."

"I must go and have a look." Millicent looked at the scarlet corruption that can be seen everywhere in Abrefill, and still shudders at this kind of disease with bone necrosis. "It looks beautiful here, but there are corruption parasites. No. A suitable place to stay. Linde, my journey of practice is coming to an end, and the end is not far away."

"What you're looking for is Marlenia, what's the relationship between her and you?"

"I don't know, but there must be a blood relationship. Is it a parent-child, a sister, or a clone? I don't know. When I kept meditating, the power of the holy sea illuminated the faint feeling in my heart, making me clear destination and direction.

She clasped her arms tightly and narrated in a low voice, "I have always had a mission. I want to find Marenia and return her will that was left behind on Gaelid's battlefield. In the past, she faced scarlet corruption. The whispers, the self-esteem that I fight against as a human being, and the precepts that I will not hesitate to break in order to compete with the 'Broken Star' Lataen, these are all in the depths of my heart, so bright, calling me to find their master, Marlene Ya."

Linde stared sideways at the red-haired swordsman. She had tied up her loose hair, and a neat ponytail revealed her fair and thin face. She is obviously not good at haircut, with many messy strands hanging down her forehead. In the clear sky, her eyes were like pure topaz.

"This is your battle, Millicent, go to battle, unleash your potential, gather your holy sea. Do not fear death, for I will bring you back from death, time and time again. I will wait in a safe place You, until the end, face Marenia together. She and I also have something to say."

Millicent walked towards the enemy group with the Seychelle sword in her hand, without saying goodbye to him.