Rihel was also confused: "But you haven't made a move yet, how can you count as a winner?"

Lester smiled gently: "I defeated you before I even made a move, which means you are too weak. Shouldn't you find the reason within yourself?"

Rihel: "..."

He found that Lester's shamelessness was almost the same as Ilsa's. It was obviously a fallacy but he couldn't refute it. No wonder Ilsa was relieved to let this man fight in her place.

It's a pity that he didn't have a good fight, and it ended in such a frustrating way.

"You are not allowed to use your divine power in the competition. You have to fight me with real swords and guns." Rihel said unwillingly.

Lester: "I did not use my divine power just now."

Rihel: "Then what was that just now!"

Lester spread his hands, and the sword that was broken into two pieces fell to the ground, "What do you think?"

Rihel: "..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, he could tell that Lester's power had nothing to do with divine power. In any case, he did lose this contest.

Rihel couldn't help but sigh. He propped up one of his long legs and sat up, his blood-red eyes filled with helplessness, "Okay, I admit defeat."

Ilsa, who was still watching the game not far away, heard this and immediately ran over happily. She stood next to Lester, looked at Rihel excitedly, and confirmed again, "Really? You gave up.

?Can you give me your divine power?"

Seeing her happy and expectant look, Rihel suddenly felt that it was not bad to lose once in a while. He nodded, smiling helplessly and dotingly, "Well, the power belongs to you."

"Okay, I finally got it!" Ilsa raised her arms and shouted happily.

Seeing this, Lester also opened his arms to her and said with a smile, "Celebrate?"

Ilsa hugged him happily again, throwing herself into his arms like a child who had received a reward.

Rihel: "..."

The curve of the corners of his mouth suddenly stiffened.

Rihel returned his divine power to Ilsa as promised. A big hole was cut in the wall of the dormitory. He didn't even look at it, but kept holding the two broken swords and sighing.

"Stop mourning." Ilsa patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely, "A truly strong man doesn't need weapons at all. Keep working hard."

Rihel: "..."

The corners of Lester's lips couldn't help but raise, "Are you hinting at me?"

Ilsa glanced at him: "Yes, you are the one who is being praised."

"..."

Lester suddenly felt caught off guard. Ilsa was so frank today, so frank that he was actually a little flattered.

He shouldn't be such an impatient person.

Ilsa could detect that Lester was in a good mood, and in fact, she was in a good mood too. She thought that she was not the kind of awkward and arrogant character, so she would not deliberately hide her emotions, since

If she thinks Lester is very good, she will say so frankly.

To be precise, she felt a little like Lester today.

Of course, this would never be told to Lester.

"Hey, you two." Rihel looked at them expressionlessly, "Don't make love to me in front of me."

...Qingqing me me?

Ilsa looked away, a rare faint blush appearing on her fair face.

Lester raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled calmly and gracefully, "Okay, let's leave now."

"Now?" Richel couldn't help but look at Ilsa aside.

"Yes, we have to find the next dependent!" Ilsa didn't realize that she had become accustomed to treating Lester as one of her own, and even her body was unconsciously leaning towards him.

Rihel's expression was a little complicated for a moment.

To be honest, he still wants Ilsa to stay. Ilsa is beautiful and has a great figure. The most important thing is that she attracts him very much and can always do things that surprise him... He

For the first time, I had the idea of ​​keeping a woman by my side.

If the blood princess is her, it doesn't seem impossible.

But unfortunately, she is not an ordinary woman. She is the supreme goddess far above him.

And there is such a strong and perverted guy beside her.

Rihel sighed regretfully: "I shouldn't have given you my divine power so easily."

Hearing this, Ilsa immediately hid behind Lester alertly, "Do you want to go back on your word?"

"How could I regret it?" Rihel smiled lazily, his handsome face filled with an indescribable sense of willfulness and freedom. "I am convinced of my defeat, but I just regret it a little bit."

I regret not putting forward more cunning conditions at the beginning, such as staying by his side for a while...

Rihel was slightly in a trance. Ilsa thought he was regretting his beloved sword. After thinking about it, she suddenly reached out to the broken sword in Rihel's hand.

The girl's fingers were pure white, glowing with a soft light golden light. The light was like quicksand, slowly flowing from her fingertips to the broken section of the sword. The two broken sword sections slowly floated up, and were bonded together again in the light.

There is no trace of breakage or repair, and it will be restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Rihel caught the big sword in surprise, then smiled heartily, "Thank you, lovely lady goddess."

"..."

What the hell is this weird name?

Ilsa wrinkled her nose in confusion, then turned back to Lester.

"Then we're leaving?" Ilsa looked at Richel friendly, "We'll see you again in the future."

Rihel weighed the big sword in his hand and smiled, "Well, I hope there won't be this person when we meet again."

His eyes glanced lazily at Lester, a pointing smile flashing in his eyes.

Lester sneered: "Then you should continue to hope."

After saying that, the two figures were swallowed up by the thick black mist and disappeared in an instant.

Rihel smiled, stretched out, turned around and walked towards the palace.

This time, Lester did not make up some random reasons, but teleported directly to the foot of Lefa Holy Volcano with Ilsa.

Of course, a large part of the reason was because now that there were only two of them left, he no longer needed to deliberately create alone time with Ilsa.

When the two arrived at the foot of the mountain, it was early in the morning. The clouds on the horizon were billowing, showing a dull blue-gray color. The sky was not yet clear, and the vast mountains stretched endlessly, giving a sense of grandeur and desolation.

And at the highest point of these mountains, there is a huge diamond-shaped spar suspended. This spar floats quietly in the air, crystal clear, and can clearly reflect the burning flame in it. The flame spreads wantonly, and it can be seen from a distance.

It looks like frozen blood.

Is that the fire that was born at the beginning of the world? Since the fire is here, the God of Fire who guards the fire should also be nearby.

Ilsa looked around and soon discovered a black tower hidden among the mountains.

The building that can be built here must not be an ordinary building, so it is necessary to explore it. More importantly, she sensed Constantine's aura!

Ilsa thought of the stupid dragon who went out to look for her but lost her, and hurriedly walked towards the black tower. Lester realized that his precious happy time was coming to an end, although he was quite unhappy,

But considering Ilsa's eager mood, he followed her quietly.

The two soon arrived at the foot of the tall and lonely tower.

Ilsa pressed the button on the heavy iron door covered with thorny iron nets, making a heavy sound like a giant beast. After a few seconds, the iron door opened automatically, and a faint firelight lit up inside the door.

Unlike the scorching temperature of the volcano, there is no heat at all in the Black Tower, and it is even cold.

Ilsa probed her head and walked in cautiously. Lester walked beside her, watching indifferently as the iron door behind him slowly closed.

The firelight danced, and there was only the sound of the two people's unhurried footsteps in the silent tower. Every time Ilsa took a step, the candles hanging on the walls on both sides would automatically light up as she approached, as if to welcome her.

Lighting up the road ahead for her as soon as she arrives.

How strange... Isn't the owner of this tower here? Otherwise, why would she be allowed to break in at will?

Just when Ilsa was confused, the candles in front of her suddenly lit up. The candlelight illuminated the dark tower and also illuminated the blond boy standing at the end——

"Ilsa!"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded from above, and before Ilsa could raise her head, a dark thing crashed into her arms.

What the hell? It's pretty annoying.

Ilsa immediately lowered her head and realized that the person flying into her arms was none other than Constantine, who had been missing until now!

"Constantine?" Ilsa whispered in surprise, "Why have you become smaller?"

Lying in her arms was Constantine, who had shrunk to the size of a cat. The huge black dragon shrank into a small ball at this time, its small claws were raised inward, and its wings were close to the hard back.

The unique golden vertical pupils of the double dragon looked at Ilsa aggrievedly, as if she was about to cry.

"Ilsa, you're finally here! I'm about to be suffocated to death in this damn place!" Constantine grabbed Ilsa's arm tightly, looking pitiful as if he had finally seen his savior.

Lester looked at him with dark eyes, and his expressionless face looked a bit gloomy, as if he was not allowed to approach strangers.
To be continued...