Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

Luther frowned. He brought those homeless people with him just to deal with this situation, but now they were intercepted by this girl, which made Luther very annoyed.

How can other people’s vitality be as precious as your own?

But now he has no choice.

Luther roared suddenly, awakening the energy in his body once again - the depletion of vitality made his already thin face even paler.

But the surging power made him feel extremely fulfilled.

"Humph, your death is imminent, you arrogant woman!"

Luther roared angrily, and a suffocating and huge breath suddenly burst out from his body. He jumped up from the ground, picked up his sword, and rushed towards Elsa without saying a word. The dark power ignited his magic again and blackened his eyes.

The strong magical fluctuations stirred up a gust of wind, which suddenly rushed towards Elsa.

"Pray—you have met me, and this is your greatest misfortune!"

He laughed crazily and slashed at Elsa with his sword. The attack immediately poured down like a rainstorm. He was confident that his strength could make most strong people exhausted.

But Elsa kicked out directly. Before Luther could react, his knee broke suddenly backwards. With his center of gravity unstable, he suddenly fell towards Elsa, and was met with Elsa's second kick.

Bang.

Unlike the previous attack that deliberately showed mercy, this time Luther flew backwards like a top, rolling dozens of times on the ground and smashing a large area of ​​floor tiles before stopping.

He felt dizzy for a moment and lost several teeth.

what happened?

What just happened?

Luther was still dizzy when he heard Elsa's voice again - "I told you before, be honest, otherwise you will suffer."

This tone was even more unbearable for Luther.

"You must be joking! Don't get too cocky, woman!"

Luther never thought that he would fall into the hands of a young girl.

"I have to say you're quite good. It's been ages since I've suffered at the hands of a woman, and now you've done it. I should congratulate you, because I recognize your strength, and that punch you delivered to me has successfully put you on my revenge list—be happy, feel honored! You're now the only living person on this list!!"

Luther grinned with all his might.

However, he found that the strength in his body had disappeared again. He had no choice but to frantically mobilize the magic power in his body again. More vitality was absorbed, which also gave him more powerful strength. Luther felt that he could even fight the Knight Commander head-on.

Luther was very confident in his own strength. After gaining power from the "leader", he was one of the most elite among the Knights, enough to be compared with the lord's personal guards, and was several points stronger than the average gold medal adventurer.

If Luther were to seriously absorb the life force of others and sacrifice it to the "Abyss", his strength would be even greater. At that time, he could even briefly confront the Knight Commander head-on without being at a disadvantage - that's why he brought those homeless people here.

Such a powerful force is the most important gift given to him by the "leader", and it is also the capital that Luther relies on to this day.

He suddenly jumped up.

However, before he could launch an attack, he flew backwards again.

puff--

This time, Luther spat out a mouthful of blood. Several ribs in his chest were broken. Gravel flew everywhere and Luther lay on the cracked ground with stars in his eyes. He felt dizzy and couldn't move for a while.

The power he was so proud of disappeared from his body again.

——This woman is much stronger than imagined.

Very tricky.

Luther knew that he now had only two choices: either be caught and sent to prison, or defeat the girl and complete the mission.

He hardened his heart, gritted his teeth and got up.

Luther stared at Elsa with a gaze that almost bleeds blood. This time, he voluntarily discarded his sword and pulled out a pendant from his bosom. It was a cross pendant, but unlike the golden holy cross on Elsa's chest, Luther's cross was entirely black, with four spikes and an irregular ring in the middle. It was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling an inverted cross.

He held the pendant in his hand, and in an instant, a large amount of blood gushed out like a spring, but it did not drip. Instead, it was absorbed by the cross. As Luther's blood was lost, a huge amount of vitality was taken away. His skin gradually wrinkled as if he was old, but at the same time, a huge amount of magic power gushed out of his body.

His palms and arms had turned purple-black and even deformed due to the accumulation of magic in the past. Purple-black barb-like structures appeared in his arms, and his muscles bulged, making Luther look extremely huge.

At the same time, the rapid loss of vitality made him look pale and hideous.

Originally, this move required the life force of others as a sacrifice to activate, and this would be the result if activated by oneself.

"You forced me to do this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Luther ran away without even looking back.

——Luther chose the third option, running.

There is no way, I can’t beat them, so I can only run away.

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151. Rubbing Fragments

Luther's relaxed and ferocious expression had long since completely disappeared, and was now filled with fear and disbelief.

Luther was very confident in his own strength, but confidence always had its limits, and it was obvious that the mysterious girl was far stronger than him and more powerful than anyone he had ever fought.

He couldn't even see the speed of the other party's attack, which undoubtedly represented the difference in strength between the two. When Luther saw this clearly, he knew that he had no choice but to escape.

Of course, by sacrificing his own vitality he could draw out even more powerful strength, but this strength was not enough to bring about a qualitative change for him. An ant could not defeat a colossus, nor could a strong ant. Luther could briefly contend with someone of the Knight Commander's level if he tried his best, but the girl was already beyond that level.

So Luther could only run. Luther knew very well that to be a qualified strong man, he had to be able to bend and stretch.

His broken ribs began to recover from the strength he gained, and he ran towards the street with all his might.

However, just as he took a step, there was a loud explosion behind him. At the same time, Elsa appeared in front of Luther, and her pink and white fist was already printed towards Luther's face. Luther didn't see how Elsa came in front of him, and there was no room for him to dodge. His physical strength was indeed strengthened, but his reaction speed had not changed at all, and his actions could not keep up with his thinking.

In other words, even if he could keep up with his thoughts, he couldn't keep up with Elsa's fists.

Bang.

His vision turned upside down in an instant, and Luther felt that the world had turned black - a piece of rubble flew everywhere, and Luther was knocked down by Elsa's punch, half of his body was embedded in the floor tiles.

Luther felt dizzy, his teeth were half broken, and his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood.

Aisha grabbed Luther by the collar and dragged him out from the ground.

"I will hand you over to the Lord's Mansion. You can't escape. Give up."

Aisha said.

"who are you……"

Luther gritted his teeth.

Aisha smiled noncommittally, "You don't want to know."

Seeing that Aisha didn't answer, Luther quickly thought of a countermeasure.

He was already desperate.

This state was already the most powerful force he could muster, but it still couldn't keep up with the girl's strength, and he still had no power to fight back. He once again deeply realized that the gap in strength between him and the girl was so huge.

But now is not the time to give up. Luther roared and tried to get up from the ground, regardless of the blood on his face. Due to repeated overdrafts of vitality, Luther was almost unable to hold on. Now he looked a little old, and the muscles on his body had long disappeared. Only the purple and black barbs on his arms had not faded.

He clenched his teeth and gasped in pain. Sweat and blood mixed together on his cheeks, stained with dirty dust.

He slowly raised his head, pulled out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it fiercely at Elsa's abdomen, but of course he missed. Elsa easily dodged Luther's sneak attack, and Luther immediately turned the blade and cut his collar.

He fell to the ground with a thud, quickly got up, and mobilized the strength in his body to escape - but at this moment, he suddenly froze.

An even more intense despair surged like a tide, drowning him: he found that the strength in his body had disappeared - disappeared again, without a trace left. His whole body felt weak and uncomfortable, accompanied by a dizziness caused by lack of blood.

Luther froze.

He had expended a great deal of his vitality to acquire a strength that rivaled the Knight Commander's. His skin had wrinkled, and he looked like an old man. But... he had simply vanished like that?

Luther felt like the sky was falling.

If it had happened once, it would have been fine, but now it was happening so repeatedly that even Luther could sense something was amiss—it was that girl! Every time he was hit by her, his strength vanished.

This couldn't be explained by coincidence; Luther was truly furious.

Today was the most frustrating day in his life. He was being beaten constantly, but the vitality he consumed was more than that of a protracted battle, not to mention the injuries all over his body.

Luther subconsciously reached out to his chest, but there was nothing there.

Luther's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up in horror, only to see that Elsa was holding the inverted cross and playing with it in her hand. Just when she was punched into the ground, Elsa had taken off the strange pendant.

Elsa looked at the inverted cross pendant.

The pendant was crudely made, or rather, had a very simple and ancient feel, like a piece of rusty iron, but it gave people a feeling that was even better than that. The pitch-black color of the pendant made Elsa feel a little disgusted - it was as if layers of blood had dissolved into the pendant, staining it with black bloodstains.

"It's you..." Luther suddenly became frightened, but yelled at Aisha, "Don't touch my things!!"

And Elsa just glanced at Luther.

"Why is it important to you?"

Elsa spoke slowly, holding the inverted cross pendant between her fingers and placing it in front of Luther. Luther quickly reached out to grab it, but how could he grab it?

"Give me back my power!!"

Luther yelled in frustration and rushed forward - but this time Elsa didn't knock him away, because Luther was now no different from a little old man except for his appearance. His attacks were weak and his movements were stiff. Elsa felt that a light slap from her could kill him.

"give me back……"

Luther shouted loudly, and a wave of energy surged throughout his body again - his vitality was being consumed again, but he was completely unaware of it.

But even so, his current strength was far less than before. He screamed hysterically and pounced on Elsa. What awaited him was still a plain fist. This time, Luther's chest collapsed.

Aisha narrowed her eyes and looked at Luther.

She did not use any force, and Luther only took a step back. However, Luther's body could no longer support it. His whole body was shrinking rapidly. His strong muscles were gone, and his skin even began to fester and become withered. His eye sockets were sunken, his hair and teeth fell out one after another, and his original pupils had lost their color and become turbid.

In just one minute, Luther turned into a dying old man.

“Give it back to me… Give me back my power… Please…” Luther knelt on the ground, his voice lowering and turning into a hoarse cry. He looked completely unconscious. “I will die without it…”

Seeing this, Elsa placed the inverted cross pendant directly on Luther's withered hand, which he had managed to raise.

A look of surprise appeared on Luther's old face, but it froze the next moment.

"Where's my power!? Where has my power gone!? ——My power...power..."

He held the inverted cross pendant tightly, shouting hoarsely and desperately. The purple-black barbs on its body began to fall off, making a crisp sound on the ground, while Aisha looked at her panel and fell into deep thought.

[-Copy the Fallen Fragment: Gain 10 Freedom Points-]

It was something Aisha had never heard of.

The last time this happened was when she came into contact with the bottle of dragon blood, and this time it gave Elsa a full ten free points - the cross had already been "dispelled" and was a waste.

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152. It’s time to leave here

Luther died anyway, died in despair - his death was extremely tragic.

The power he used came from the secret method taught to him by the "leader". The secret method was a blood sacrifice magic. By consuming vitality, one could gain incomparable power. But at the same time, the side effects of this magic were very huge, and ordinary people could not afford it. As long as this power was used, a large amount of vitality would be lost, and it would be easy to kill oneself.

So the "leader" gave him the inverted cross pendant, which was a magical item that could store and deprive others of their vitality. Luther stored a large amount of vitality through it, most of which came from other people he had killed. With these vitality on his body, when Luther used blood sacrifice magic, he could use the pendant to bear most of the side effects for himself, and his own vitality only needed to be used as a "guide" to activate the magic. It was because of this that he would not die from the blood sacrifice magic.

However, the inverted cross pendant was snatched away and destroyed by Elsa. After Luther summoned his strength, he was unable to reduce the backlash through the pendant. Suddenly, his muscles and tissues rapidly atrophied and festered, his vitality was rapidly lost, and Luther aged rapidly as if he had aged dozens of years in one breath.

"My power...power..."

Luther tremblingly took out the life potion and drank it like a man lost in the desert, hoping to use the potion to restore his lost vitality, but it was of no use. He held the pendant in his palm again and cut his palm with a dagger, hoping to use his own blood to wake up the unresponsive pendant.

However, he found that there was no blood under his palm.

His blood vessels were shriveled, and there was no trace of them under his pale skin.

Luther went mad. He continued to scratch his palm with the knife like a possessed man until the white bones were exposed. He then pointed the tip of the knife at his wrists, arms, and even cut his neck. He let out a hoarse howl, but there was not a drop of blood in his body.

His eyes were filled with confusion and unwillingness. Under Elsa's gaze, he fell down with his head raised and died.

Elsa had been watching this scene - in fact, in Elsa's eyes, Luther had already lost his life. Elsa's hearing could be refined to a very subtle level. Elsa could sense that there was no blood flowing in Luther's body, no heartbeat and pulse, and no breathing.

Luther was just a moving shell, his whole body surging with an aura of the dead that was almost the same as that of monsters. It was this energy that supported Luther for a full thirty seconds before he finally died.

The homeless people saw this scene and were all frightened out of their wits.