In Sonya’s realm, the battle has begun.
The Weeping Angels were finally freed from Auriel's ribbons, but they seemed at a loss in this place.
Full of endless thirst for the power of time, but of what value is this to the Weeping Angels?
 Only the endless hunger is biting away at their already empty hearts.
  To feed on other people’s time, to extract the power that is born from existence.
Without understanding of compassion, they are outright monsters who only keep humans in captivity.
  Doesn't deserve mercy at all.
The monster that originally seemed extremely terrifying seemed at a loss in this field full of fighting spirit!
There is nothing here but fighting.
 There is no concept of time, and the emotion of fear is also lost.
 Everything that has nothing to do with "Better Fight" has been ruthlessly stripped out of this world.
Only when the winner returns to the normal world will he feel all the emotions that were generated in this battle but are inaccessible.
Sanya just wants to fight.
 Just want a hearty battlefield where nothing else exists.
 There is no need to think about responsibilities, there is no need to worry about the future. Just focus on the present, just fight with each other!
Sanya raised the mountain-splitting ax in her hand high, and her body had begun to swell.
 The rage of the berserk·madness!
Sanya liked this feeling, as if the blood in her body was completely boiling.
The horns on the top of her head pierced her scalp, leaving blood along her orange hair. Sonya's messy hair turned pale the next moment.
Sanya is not Leiko, and the way she fights is completely different.
Leiko will not maintain the rage of the berserker for a long time during the battle. This posture is just the icing on the cake for Leiko.
 The normal Leiko has the power to make the devil of hell retreat.
That exaggerated burst of amplification also prevents Leiko from easily showing the rage of a berserker, because the blood in her body will boil and begin to burn life during the amplification!
 For Sonya, this attitude of berserker's fury is her normal state.
The combination of bloodline power and skill allowed Sonya to reach the top. In addition, she had obtained the blood of the first-generation Bulcaisel, and Sonya who looked like this was beyond imagination!
 “Sanya, is this what you want?”
 Aurel spoke softly, with a calm face.
 It was as if Sonya's appearance was not taken to heart at all.
 There is no fighting spirit in her body.
 Aurel is not an ordinary person, she is hope itself.
 If there was no hope in this world originally, then there was it here the moment she arrived.
Aurel thinks this is Sonya's purpose.
 Use a battle to get the seeds of hope from Auriel.
Aurel didn't care whether Sonya planned to give this seed of hope to Bulcaisu afterwards, or use it to push herself further on the road to strength.
It doesn’t matter, as long as Auriel exists, hope is inexhaustible!
 Just want to be both generous and stingy.
 Everyone enjoys the blessing of hope, and no one will get more from hope.
This has nothing to do with balance, it's just that this is a limit set by Auriel herself.
 Excessive hope will not be taken seriously, because people always do not cherish the things that are readily available.
 Facing Sonya, Auriel didn't care at all.
 She didn't think Sonya would act like a fool.
“I just want to fight and feel the power of the Archangel. Bulcaisel can defeat the Great Demon God, but I need to make faster progress instead of enjoying the protection of the stronger one.
 That, to me, is more like an insult!”
Sanya roared and charged forward while brandishing her mountain-splitting axe.
There is no land here, just a flat plane with no visible material.
 There won’t be any nasty traps, and there won’t be much need for combat wisdom.
 In this place, there are only two people, and it’s a battle like a wrestling match!
 Be fair and aboveboard, the strong will win!
"ha!"
Sanya let out a high-pitched war cry the moment she raised her ax towards Auriel's head.
 Aurel stood expressionless, not blocking or even trying to escape.
The giant mountain-splitting ax stopped on top of her head, and gusts of cold wind blew against Auriel's body, causing her face to turn a sickly blush.
Aurel looked at Sonya in front of her without saying a word, showing no expression at all.
"This is impossible!"
Sanya shouted at the top of her lungs.
 Faced with Auriel's lack of fighting spirit, Sonya couldn't believe it!
 This is her domain, where even a pig will be inspired to fight and charge against any target that exists here!
 How could Auriel show no resistance!?
 Everything in the realm will follow Sonya's will, and fighting is the main theme here.
 Her realm exists to face the Demon King of Hell.
 In order for the two parties to abandon complicated conspiracy calculations and return everything to the purest battle.
Sanya knew very well that if there was any scheming, even ten of her might not be able to see through the devil's plan, so she gathered such a field that could only work wonders for the weak.
 The strong are always strong! This is the truth in this field!
 But now, the rules in this field have been broken by Auriel.
 This also means that Sonya’s original idea cannot succeed!
 Hello demon kings all have a similar essence to Auriel.
 This means that Sonya’s efforts have been cruelly negated!
　　For the first time, such a trump card was shown, but it was defeated by the cruel reality.
 This area does not even strengthen Sonya herself at all, and she herself will still be restricted by the rules.
If she encounters something like this when facing the Demon King of Hell, this realm will become her coffin!
 “Nothing is impossible, Sonya.”
Aurel gently grabbed Sonya's calloused hand, and then slowly pressed it on her abdomen.
 There is a life being nurtured there.
　　A mother can give up all her fighting spirit for her child, and she can become more cruel than the devil.
As long as they can protect their children, they can do anything!
Sanya felt the little immature hand in her belly gently reaching out towards her.
 With a layer of belly between her and the gauze that turned hope on Auriel's body, Sonya became silent.
The rage of the berserker also began to fade.
 The wound on her head that was punctured by the horn began to slowly bleed, turning Sonya's face red.
"What's his name?"
To be continued...