The moment Ian responded to the power of the souls.
A chill that was bone-chilling, but did not damage any physical structure. Instead, it made it more condensed and the essence of power flowed into his body, causing a layer of faint cold light to cover his whole body.
Any physical attack will be reduced by more than 40% of its power under this substantial Nether Armor, and every attack he makes will erode the soul and body of the attacked, draining their life vitality and replenishing himself.
In addition, Ian also felt an unprecedented sense of clarity, which made his thinking extremely sharp.
The control of the sefirot has become even more subtle, and he can even build his own sephiroth layer shield with an accuracy of a tenth of a millimeter, or attack the enemy and break down their defenses.
A tangible and insubstantial pale crown appeared on Ian's head, and frost flowed from his soul. He slowly exhaled, and the cold that condensed the air seemed to kill the wind, making everything fall into death-like silence.
.
Even the frost butterflies were affected. The little goblin in the pocket was caught off guard and was wrapped in a layer of frost, as if covered with a layer of armor and blessed by the power of the dead soul.
This terrifying power even stimulated Ian's spiritual energy, causing everything to appear in various colors before his eyes.
The entire subspace maze is trembling.
And in another part of the subspace maze.
——In front of the fortress courtyard surrounded by the phantom army.
A white-haired man who was wielding a sword and directing the phantom's attack raised his head thoughtfully, and looked in the direction of Ian with his red eyes.
He wore a set of armor that exuded bursts of deathly cold air. The armor was as bright red as jade, but the outermost layer was flowing with a faint blue fluorescence, like it was made of blood and ice, covering his whole body.
"Is there a new dead king born?"
He smiled slightly, then turned his attention to the small garden in front of him, and gave a loud command: "Come with me and attack!"
——Beyond the maze of subspace.
High in the sky at the edge of Avak's collar, a silver-haired man who looked quite young, but had an extremely sad face and a permanently furrowed brow stared in the direction of Avak's central laboratory.
"All the elements are not missing... they were all born. The plan was successful, as expected of you, Adalbert, you did a great job... so there is still room for redemption."
Whispering to himself, the silver-haired man turned his head and looked at the old man with white hair and purple eyes beside him: "Dean Moze, you can't stop me. Although I can't kill you, I want you to lie down and spend the last days of your life."
It won’t be difficult for a few years.”
"That's not necessarily the case. Although I may not be able to defeat you, I am quite good at making everything you do unsatisfactory."
The old man chuckled and said: "It's you, Grand Duke Thorin...how should you face the emperor's anger?"
"Now His Majesty thinks that he has never accomplished anything in his life, and is only proud of having defended the territory that the late emperor had when he was in power - your cracking of soil will probably really arouse his anger that he has not experienced in many years."
The silver-haired man, Split Thorin, sneered. The Grand Duke shook his head and said, "This is what Inaga promised me. If his heirs and descendants cannot be recognized by me, then as compensation for killing my father,
He allowed me to become an independent country."
"Your Majesty is dead." The old man said softly, "You know."
"Yeah, I know."
Grand Duke Thorin looked at Dean Moze, also looking in the direction of the imperial capital. He stared for a long time, as if staring at a phantom from a long time ago.
After a moment of silence, he slowly said: "That's why I must complete the plan he left behind in the past."
"No matter what the cost."
And in the subspace maze.
Ian stood up slowly.
To be honest, it was the first time he felt so good - very, very good.
It was so good that he had the feeling... that he understood what the unity of body and soul is, and even what the 'mind-light body' is!
At this moment, it was as if his whole body was filled with cold but comfortable spring water. Ian felt the majestic power wanting to come out of his body with every move he made.
The thick spiritual essence penetrated through his flesh and bones, and even his nerves were completely penetrated and even integrated into one.
His body is no longer just a mortal thing that obeys the delayed instructions of his brain and nerves.
Instead, it becomes one with the soul, becoming an extraordinary body that can move at will, and can even affect the natural spiritual energy of the outside world, treating nature itself as its own body to control.
"It turns out that this is the dead king..."
Ian whispered to himself, looking at his hands with some emotion.
To put it bluntly, the power of the Dead Lord is exactly as its name suggests - it can turn the souls of all living beings into its own power...but this requires a prerequisite, that is, the souls of all living beings 'agree' to this.
——As long as the souls agree, the king will be the king.
——If the souls do not agree, the dead king will be nothing more than a pile of rotten bones.
The decision-making power of power has come into the hands of the souls.
With the blessing of the power of the group of souls, Ian can almost be said to have reached the third energy level except for the fact that he has no inner light - he is still a very strong type in the third energy level.
and.
It's just not quite there yet.
He is still a little short of understanding the fundamental gap between the second energy level and the third energy level, and knowing the mystery of the mind-light body.
But it’s not a big problem. With Ian’s talent, it’s just a matter of time.
If the dead king's power continues for a while, such as an hour or two, he will be able to figure out what kind of power will emerge from this body filled with soul power.
Moreover, after this experience, Ian has understood that the road to the peak of the second level is completely open to him.
As long as he accumulates enough spiritual essence and makes his soul stronger, he can easily regain his current state even without the power of group souls.
At the same time, everyone in the Huaiguang Rescue Team also noticed something strange about Ian—or rather, the Knight of the Glen.
Whether it was the resting team members or others on alert, they all turned their attention to the Rivendale Knight, who was now exuding waves of cold air and wrapped in a layer of translucent armor, with doubts and worries on his face.
"Knights of the Glen..."
Due to the help of the Rivendale Knights along the way and their trust in Huijian, they did not put on a warning or fighting posture, but a swordsman stepped forward and asked cautiously: "What happened to you?
What's abnormal?"
In response, Ian just looked at him with his scarlet eyes. When the swordsman stiffened slightly, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."
He clenched his fist slightly, feeling the cold essence surging in his body, and whispered to himself: "It's just that I got unplanned and reasonable power."
"Now, you continue to rest, and I will go on guard. After everyone regains their energy, we can set off for the exit."
After finishing speaking, Ian disappeared from their eyes, and only the most keen archers could vaguely see a faint afterimage.
"team leader?"
When Hui Jian, Redemption Light, Ying Guang and Red Blade (Lübeck) arrived together, everyone looked at the leader of the White People's Temple executor with some confusion - everyone present only knew that he seemed to be related to this mysterious and unpredictable person.
, and the powerful Rivendale Knight is quite familiar.
"Don't worry."
Huijian didn't take it seriously. His eyes lit up with a white halo of psychic energy, and he smiled calmly: "He just made his own choice."