Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul is Valkyrie

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"Ahem—"

"Give me some face. I was once the new king of the border region."

Lin Huai awkwardly changed the subject.

"Um, I still can't learn how to pray for me, Lianlian, do you have any ideas?"

Marlene's voice remained silent for a long time.

Just when Lin Huai thought that Marlene was also helpless.

"You perform the Martial Soul Possession, and then try using prayer."

Following Marlenia's instructions, a winged helmet appeared on Lin Huai's face, and a pure gold arm guard and prosthetic knife appeared on his right hand.

Recalling the prayers taught by Malenia, the soul power within his body was transformed and began to flow.

"Halo!"

A ring of light appeared on Lin Huai's left hand and flew forward, then flew back along the same trajectory after a few meters.

"Transform into the Three-Aura!"

"Overlapping Halo!"

"Support the Holy Law to the death!"

"Blessed by grace!"

Several prayers were successfully used, and Lin Huai was so excited that he danced with joy.

"So it turns out you didn't have any talent. Your martial spirit possessed my talent, which is why you were able to use these prayers so smoothly."

Marlenia's tone was flat.

But Lin Huai was somewhat out of his element and retorted loudly.

"How could that be? When I roamed the borderlands, I was known as the 'Magic Prayer Master.' How could I lack talent?"

"Did you release your prayers through the seal of the Holy Signets?"

"Yes, the instructions for using the Holy Seal state that you must carry a catalyst when using it in prayer."

Although Marlenia was a little puzzled as to why Lin Huai had instructions, she thought that given Lin Huai's eccentricities, it was probably because someone from the Faded Ones had told him about it and then he had misremembered it.

"Yes, gifted beings or demigods are catalysts themselves and do not need holy marks."

"Of course, even the most talented magicians need a staff or some special weapon."

Lin Huai felt somewhat depressed; it turned out he really was a 9-Intelligence Warrior.

Seeing that Lin Huai was about to break down, Marlenia comforted him:

"Don't be sad. Even though you didn't have the talent, you still became king, didn't you?"

"But I haven't even had a chance to enjoy the power of a king before I've arrived here."

Marlenia's voice rang out again.

"I have top-tier talent, yet I haven't learned many prayers." (Marlene should be a near-perfect being, after all, perfection is stagnation, and stagnation breeds corruption.)

"I wish you had learned more about prayer."

Lin Huai spoke calmly.

"Okay, stop trying to comfort me."

"If I keep comforting you, I'm afraid I'll want to be reborn."

Marlenia's voice did not reappear.

Lin Huai slowly came to his senses.

He casually tossed the lead box containing the 100,000-year-old soul bone into his storage bracelet.

"Never mind, let's test the power of these prayers first."

Lin Huai got up and walked towards the training ground.

Just then, Qian Daoliu pushed open the door and entered.

"Little rascal, are you going to practice your swordsmanship?"

Although Lianlian said he had no talent, Lin Huai couldn't help but feel excited after he learned that he could use these prayers.

"teacher!"

"I've learned some skills similar to self-created soul skills!"

Ok? ? ?

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened. He had only been gone for a short while, and he had already mastered a self-created soul skill?

Or some?

Seeing Qian Daoliu's expression, Lin Huai realized he hadn't explained things clearly.

"It's my martial spirit, passed down to me through my spirit."

Qian Daoliu suddenly realized that this was correct; Lin Huai's martial soul was inherently very powerful and unique.

Teaching some self-created soul skills seems quite normal compared to devouring divine thoughts.

Even normal martial souls do not teach self-created soul skills.

"Teacher, I want to test the power of these soul skills."

"Let's go, I'll try it with you."

The two then appeared on the training field.

Lin Huai directly possessed his martial soul.

"Teacher, are you ready?"

Qian Daoliu did not underestimate this soul skill and directly used his soul power to form a protective shield.

"Let's do it, let me give it a try."

Lin Huai raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, a golden energy ring was thrown toward Qian Daoliu.

"Halo!"

The halo collided with the soul power shield, but it did not cause much of an impact.

Lin Huai then tried two more aura skills.

Although the power increased sequentially, none of them had any effect on the soul power shield.

Lin Huai tried "Blessing of Grace" again, and a small golden field appeared on the scene. Within the field, our target would slowly recover from injuries and soul power.

They did not continue trying to kill the Holy Law, as this was, after all, a special attack against the undead.

Lin Huai was somewhat discouraged; the damage was not as expected.

After sensing it, Qian Daoliu said:

"Its power can even injure a defensive Soul Master. Perhaps the power of this skill will increase as you become stronger."

A voice appeared in Lin Huai's mind.

"That's right. Under the influence of the rules of this world, the power of prayer will increase as you become stronger."

Lin Huai's expression changed drastically:

"The teacher is right!"

"But can you learn it?"

Qian Daoliu shook his head as he recalled his perception of these skills.

"That probably won't work. Your skills don't use soul power, but rather a unique energy transformed from soul power after your martial soul is attached to your body."

As soon as he finished speaking, a similar halo of soul power condensed in his hand.

Throw it at a large rock.

The stone immediately shattered.

"Like this, although I imitated your skill, the specific effect is different."

"Just as a fire-attribute soul master can breathe fire, my imitation will release holy flames; they are fundamentally different."

Lin Huai nodded to indicate that he understood.

I was filled with emotion once again.

Fortunately, my teacher was truly talented and knowledgeable, much better than Yu Xiaogang, who was just a half-baked charlatan.

"Focus on cultivating your soul power and swordsmanship. Master these skills first, and then refine them later."

Qian Daoliu gestured for Lin Huai to begin practicing his swordsmanship.

At the end of the day, Qian Daoliu told Lin Huai that he would be setting sail the next day.

They even found a Soul Saint to be Lin Huai's sparring partner.

A night of cultivation.

When Lin Huai reappeared on the training field

A man with ordinary short hair and wearing small round black glasses stood in the middle of the scene.

This is a strange sense of déjà vu.

"You're my sparring partner?"

The man hurriedly approached, bowing and scraping.

"Yes, ancestor!"

"Just call me Scott, folks."

Lin Huai was shocked and blurted out;

"Lone Wolf!"

Scott assumed Qian Daoliu had told Lin Huai, but still chimed in:

"My ancestors were truly amazing; my martial spirit is indeed the Lone Wolf."

"From now on, if you have any orders, our ancestors can command me."

Lin Huai tentatively asked, "Mecha?"

Scott was a little confused, but he responded promptly.

"Chicken carcass? Does our ancestor want to eat chicken carcass?"

"I'll go buy it right now!"

"Stop, I misspoke, I didn't want chicken frames."

Lin Huai stopped Scott's actions, but it seems this was just a strange coincidence, and he didn't actually encounter that Scott.

"Why do you call me ancestor? I'm only 7 years old."

"You're a Soul Saint, after all; you don't need to act like this."

Scott looked serious.

"What does age matter! What does being a Soul Saint matter!"

"The High Priest told me that you are destined to become a saint, and will even become the Pope in the future!"

"I am now your number one subordinate; you are my provider, you wouldn't be an exaggeration to call me 'ancestor'!"

Even if I am fortunate enough to be named a Title Douluo, you will still be my—ancestor!

Lin Huai was a little stunned. Was there some kind of causal law behind the name Scott?

He waved his hand helplessly.

"Suit yourself, let's begin training."

"Alright, my ancestor!"