"Another lunatic who thought he was good..."

Atir looked at Doron standing there in front of him, and this thought emerged in his mind.

Madmen often don't think they are madmen.

Sometimes you say they are crazy, but they might still think they are good.

The Doron in front of him has a very trend in this regard.

In Atir's eyes, these are just self-deceptions.

Some people think that people themselves have many states, and under different circumstances, the state they reveal is also different.

Just like when you get drunk and crazy, this is certainly different from your usual state, but does this mean that you are mentally in trouble?

The same is true for the so-called madness.

For them, the madness in the eyes of others may be their own true nature and is nothing at all.

But for Atir, this is the fact that his true spirit is gradually corroded without knowing it.

Every move made by a mortal is caused by the joint influence of his own soul and body.

In simple terms, reason and sentiment work together.

The reason why I do all kinds of things that I cannot do when I am drunk is because my body has been affected and its nature has changed, which affects the entire person's behavior pattern.

But the impact of alcohol is temporary after all. After the alcohol evaporates, the state of one's body will recover and return to its previous appearance again.

For the extraordinary, his true spirit is the only factor that determines his own behavior pattern.

Only when the true spirit is pure and not affected by any force can you call it yourself.

Otherwise, it would be just a puppet controlled by various forces.

This is how Doron in front of him is.

In Adier's opinion, the other party's true spirit had long been affected by the divine power of the God of Slaying. At this moment, it had been completely corroded. Even his personality became crazy and even enjoyed this state very much.

They have actually become puppets of killing power, but they themselves do not seem to realize the terror of this influence and think that their condition is very beautiful.

At least in this state, they will not think too much, but will only pursue killing as much as they want, pursue the happiness that killing brings them.

This is something that cannot be brought to them under normal circumstances.

Thinking of this, Atir slowly shook his head and stopped saying anything to the other party. He just silently raised the silver sword in his hand and pointed it at the other party.

If you don’t talk too much, it’s better to do it directly instead of saying something to a lunatic here.

If you can do it, don't beep too much.

"You want to fight with me, right..."

Looking at Adier's movements, Doron smiled on his face, looking a little bloody, a little weird and excited.

Under the influence of the blood of killing in the body, the sons of killing are all groups of people who like to kill and fight.

Doron in front of him would not be surprised. At this moment, he saw a strong man waving his sword at him, and the blood in his body began to boil gradually.

"To be honest, I really want to fight you..."

He smiled on his face and looked at Adier in front of him with great desire: "It's a pity that I can't beat you now..."

"I also watched the previous battle. Now I am not your opponent..."

He waved his hand, looking quite self-aware: "So, let's postpone this battle between us."

"I will come to you again after I have stronger power..."

"I believe the breath of blood in your body will be very tempting..."

He licked his lips, looking eager, as if he had imagined something beautiful, with a look of longing on his face at this moment.

Bang!

A crisp sound emanated from the spot.

Atir's face was calm, and he didn't say anything to Dorondo in front of him. He directly used one arm to force a silver sword through the air.

A silver sword energy slashed straight down, spreading in the area in front of you. For a moment, it seemed that the entire space had been cut through, and the cracks in the space were filled with space, rushing forward.

Just the might of this sword fully demonstrated Atir's own power, and it would be absolutely amazing once it exploded.

The terrifying power was roaring. At this moment, the majestic fighting spirit condensed in the air, turning into silver long swords, constantly slashing towards Duolong in front.

At the same time, a powerful realm also unfolded silently, and a powerful force of true spirit rushed forward, and in an instant, it would completely overwhelm Duolong in front of him and suppress him here.

In response to this, Doron's face had a smile on his face, and there was no change from beginning to end, and he always maintained his previous appearance.

Faced with the blow in front of him, he did not speak or wanted to deal with it at all. He just silently threw something out of his arms.

It was a very unique mask. The mask looked cast from bronze, and it was carved with the image of a clown, which looked a bit funny.

A faint reaction of divine power came from this mask, which surprised everyone present.

“That’s…”

Looking at the black mask behind Atir, Kudoni showed a look of surprise on his face: "The God of the Deception!!"

The mask of the God of the Deception, this is a very famous artifact, belonging to the legendary God of the Deception.

In legend, this mask has a very strange power, which can make the wearer do all kinds of incredible and strange things.

The next moment, a faint light burst out from the black mask.

A little mysterious light bloomed on it, and the next moment, in Adier's sense, everything around him changed.

The space in front of you begins to reverse, the up, down, left and right begins to be confused, and all the concepts in front of you are transformed and become another appearance.

It was clearly the sword energy that was chopping forward, but the next moment might appear behind, up and down, everything was full of chaos, as if anything could happen.

In front of you, the silver sword that was clearly chopped towards Doron, but inexplicably chopped towards the baby reincarnated by the dark god in Sirna's arms.

Suddenly, Atir was shocked, and endured the boiling energy of life in his body, and forced himself to take back the sword that had already been stabbed.

The sword that should have been stabbed was forcibly retracted. In an instant, the blood in Atir's body began to boil, and various forces began to run around in his body.

When Atir comforted the boiling power in his body again, Duolon's figure in front of him was completely gone.

It seems that I have left this far.

“Doron…”

Atir's face was calm, but at this moment he was a little cold. He turned around and looked at Mar beside him, with some inquiries in his eyes.

Mar instantly understood what Adier meant, so he shook his head silently: "No..."

"He has that fraudulent mask on him and the cover of that magical artifact, I can't find his place..."

Her face was a little pale. She had obviously tried to trace it back just now, but in the end she didn't get any results.

So Atir shook his head, gave up the idea, and then looked at Kudor beside him.

At this moment, with the changes in the battle situation below, in the void, the two magical artifacts also ended the confrontation.

The dark eye and the sun artifact each came, and at this moment they each flew into the hands of Kudoni and the two sun priests.

Above the two artifacts, the originally dazzling light has gradually dimmed at this moment, and it seems that it has consumed too much power, so it has fallen into silence at this moment.

The silence of the two magical artifacts also means the end of the battle situation in front of us.

The Dark Church successfully preserved the reincarnation body of the Dark Lord, but this time it suffered heavy losses.

This time, in order to seize the reincarnation of the Lord of Darkness, the Church of the King of Sun dispatched more than a dozen high-priests close to the legendary sacrifice, and one priest at the peak of the legend.

But now, except for the two priests who were saved by Atir, the rest of the people have been killed by Doron.

Things have developed to this point, obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

"We have decided to take our Lord's reincarnation and hide in other places until our Lord grows up smoothly..."

In front of me, the baby was held from Hilna's arms, and Kudoni had a serious expression. At this moment, he looked at Adier in front of me and thanked him solemnly: "On behalf of the entire Dark Church and my Lord, I thank you for your help."

"If it weren't for you this time, the entire dark church would be in a desperate situation..."

As his words fell, behind Kudoni, Sirna and the other calling masters, all bowed down and gave the most solemn etiquette to Adier.

They should indeed thank Adier.

If it weren't for Adier, a knight who was close to the peak of the mythology field, they would probably not be able to stop the sacrifice of the Sun King, let alone the Duolon who appeared later.

To a certain extent, Atir's move can be regarded as saving the entire dark church.

There is also the reincarnation body of the Lord of Darkness.

For the Lord of Darkness, its significance is self-evident.

"It doesn't matter……"

Atir shook his head and said, "Promise to take action for you. This is something I have promised decades ago. At this moment, it is just fulfilling the promise, it is nothing."

He said calmly.

On the opposite side, he seemed to hear his words. In Kudoni's arms, the baby opened his eyes, looked at Adier in front of him, nodded at him, as if thanking him.

Although he has just been born, as the reincarnation body of the Lord of Darkness, this baby undoubtedly has strong spirituality. Although he has not fully recovered his will to be a God, he also has powerful instincts and understands the situation in front of him.

"I have a request..."

Kudoni looked at the reincarnation body of the dim Lord in his arms, then looked at Adier in front of him and finally took a deep breath and made a decision.
Chapter completed!