The black holy flame poured into his body, starting from the armpits held by his hands. The black holy flame was like ink injected into the clear water, slowly spreading out.
The God of Libra felt his body burning. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling, but what was burning now was a dim holy flame.
The God of Libra shook his head vigorously again, and finally regained his consciousness. His eyes glanced at Ange, the believers and guardian gods around him, the wind of rest in the sky, and finally his eyes fell on the black saint on his body.
On the flames.
"What did you do to me?" The God of Libra said as he swung his arm and drew it behind him.
A hand reached out, grabbed his wrist, and held him firmly in place.
"?" The God of Libra blinked, and a heavy question almost jumped out of his eyes. Someone grabbed his god's arm? Who is it?
I took a closer look in confusion: Skeleton? Is there a mistake?
The God's Arm struggled hard, but failed to break free. The other hand couldn't help but raise a fist, and he was about to swing it out. But as soon as he raised it, a steel-headed fist as big as a head bounced over and squeezed hard.
He held his whole little arm.
Turning around and looking, it turned out to be a steel giant?
"Who are you? Where are you?" The God of Libra was confused and confused.
He is a little confused now. Didn't he get hit by a petrifying light? Why did he come here and where is he?
Look at this ring-shaped basin, look at this towering teleportation tower, look at those steel giants, how come it looks a bit like a world transfer station for the undead empire?
The black holy flame spread out on his body in circles. In confusion, the God of Scales instinctively continued to break away. He stamped his feet hard, and a halo of light spread out with the landing point as the center.
The halo impacted Ange's body, impacted Patsy's body, impacted...
Bang! A big foot stepped on his toes, crushing the halo on the spot. At the same time, a big fist hit his eye socket, causing him to lean back involuntarily, and black circles quickly appeared in his eye sockets.
Locke's hands, hands that can even tear the body of a god into pieces, give you a black eye.
The God of Libra was a little confused when he was hit. Maybe he had never had this kind of experience in his life of being grabbed by his hands and smashed in the face. This made him scream in anger: "What are you doing to me?"
Raging holy flames surged out of his body, dazzling holy light emerged from his eyes, and a light-like shadow slowly emerged from his body - his true body.
The appearance of a living human being is just his external image, to satisfy the imaginative needs of believers. The real God of Libra is not like this.
With a bang, a big hand engraved with magic patterns slapped the light and shadow, causing a violent energy impact. The light and shadow was hit and shrank back, almost retracting into its original body.
A guardian god who was very similar to Patsy, with the same round body, but with a pair of long spring legs, popped out its feet, bounced its body above the God of Scales, and punched it down.
"Damn it, you who have offended the true God, you will surely bear my wrath!" An angry voice seemed to roar from the throat of the God of Scales.
The long-legged guardian swatted him down again.
"The wrath of God will burn your body!"
A ball of fire burst out from the guardian's steel shell.
"Pa!" Shou Shen ignored the flames and slapped his light-like shadow with another palm.
"Send you to the painful abyss of hell..."
When there was no response, there was another slap.
"The cry of eternal despair..."
There was another slap, and every time the God of Scales said something, the guardian's big hand slapped him, forcing his real body to shrink back.
Twelve guardian gods guard the world transfer station. Each one has a different ability, but there is one ability in common. They ignore most of the attacks of the vain head, such as holy words, rebound, and burning.
, impact and so on.
To defeat them, it's best to hit them hard with fists and fight them with real swords and guns, and don't use those fancy skills.
However, it is not so easy to defeat them. With a steel shell and magic patterns, it is not easy to break through the defense while standing still.
Patsy of Ange grabbed his hands, a long-legged guardian was slapping him, and ten other guardians were watching him, but none of these were fatal.
The most deadly attack came from Xia Mara. She pressed her hands on the back of the God of Scales. Black holy flames poured in continuously, smearing the God of Scales. Gradually, the light of the God of Scales became no longer holy.
The white light was mixed with wisps of black flames.
The terrifying thing about the power of corruption is not the intensity, but the pollution. A large vat of water will also be contaminated by one or two drops of ink. The light mixed with the power of corruption becomes impure. Impure light is still
Holy light?
The God of Libra felt that his power was fading rapidly, and by the time he realized that something was wrong, it was already too late.
"I...I can't sense the Holy Light anymore?" The God of Libra murmured in disbelief, and his true body retracted into his body.
When he transformed into his true form, he couldn't break free from Ange and Patsy's restraints, let alone now. He was held tightly, just like being dragged by a tauren aunt at the door of the market to experience the activities.
I can't get away no matter what.
"What are you doing to me..." The same question came out of the mouth of the God of Scales again, but the tone was completely different. The tone at this moment was full of uneasiness.
"It's nothing, I just want to make you like me." Shyamala said softly, but there was a tremor in her voice that she didn't even notice. She had polluted a main god.
If the God of Libra hadn't just awakened, if Ange and others hadn't restrained him, if the ability of 'pollution' hadn't just restrained his divine power, this kind of pollution would have been impossible to succeed at all. All of this can only be said to be too coincidental.
.
"Depravity... the power of depravity? Have you polluted me? Are you with that rebellious Luna?" The God of Libra finally realized the power of those black holy flames and said in a trembling voice.
Rebellious Luna? Fallen Angel? Who is she referring to?
"Are you talking about her?" Ange pointed not far away. He also took out the sculpture of a petrified angel carrying an unknown weapon and placed it alone in the corner.
This angel is also a fallen angel like Shamara?
Unable to break free anyway, the God of Libra gave up the struggle.
Xia Mara was excited and excited, so that she could plunder the fruits of victory to her heart's content, constantly plundering the holy power from the God of Scales, and then pouring it into the power of corruption, and continued to plunder until she couldn't hold it any longer before stopping.
"Tie him up, tie him up, is there any way to tie him up?"
"Gods of light, can't they be tied up with ropes?"
"Can the Holy Shroud be okay?"
"You're stupid, maybe the Holy Shroud is what he defines."
"Let's do it." Patsy said, pointing to one of the Guardians, which had the same round body, but its body could be opened, and there was a hole. Open the lid and put people in. The hole is just right.
Show your face.
"The King built the Immortal Coffin to imprison the gods of light," Patsy introduced.
I haven't heard the title "King" for a long time. In the system of the Immortal Empire, it refers to the only supreme existence - the Immortal King.
After locking the God of Scales in, Nigris flew over eagerly: "Great, we can interrogate him carefully to find out what happened."
Everyone was extremely curious about the disappearance of the king and the gods. Now that they had caught a god of light, of course they couldn't help but ask questions.
But before Negris could ask, there was a series of cracking sounds. When he turned around, he saw that the sculpture of the petrified angel was shattering inch by inch, as if something underneath was about to break out.
Negris immediately reacted: "No! The God of Libra has lost his holy power, the Holy Frame of Equality has also become ineffective, and this six-winged archangel is about to wake up."