The 鳳 is short up and down, long on the left and right...!
Great prophet...
Red eyes with deep mockery...
Familiar northern church saints dress up...···
All the details flashed back clearly in Lucien's mind like slow motion. While holding the Shield of Truth and the Sword of Truth tightly, he said in a low and angry tone: "Gono? Lord of Hell?"
No wonder this mysterious sect hidden in the northern church can perform divine magic!
No wonder they were able to confuse the clergy and develop a large number of believers!
No wonder the Lord of Hell has such a profound understanding of the Cult of Truth!
"Gonuo? Hey, he's been dead for hundreds of years, why do you need to remember his name? It's just a convenient and easy-to-use magic to steal items." The corners of his mouth were raised, and the young man in white robe had no intention of doing so.
Concealedly expressing his sarcasm, "The more people don't understand something like divinity, the more they will value it. The so-called Saint Ivan and Saint Alexei are all just stupid idiots who have ignored the most important thing."
This sentence also applies to you."
The last sentence is profound.
After confirming the identity of the young man in white robe, Lucien's heart slowly sank. Klaus's two stand-ins replaced alchemical items that had been used in the previous two wars. From the "Light of Judgment" attack
The possibility of escaping is very slim, especially when the person who casts the "Light of Judgment" is the clone of a powerful person at the god-like level!
No wonder neither of them noticed it in time!
Facing this existence again, how should I deal with it without the help of the Silver Moon God?
The short communication spell was not over yet, the Lord of Hell took a step forward and pointed with his right hand:
"Light of Judgment!"
The evil magician covered with filth, accept the doomsday judgment!
His expression was solemn and solemn, with holy light surrounding him, and a vast beam of light with the aura of judgment descending from the sky, hitting Lucien directly.
At this moment, the "synonym for evil" is more like the God of truth than anyone else!
The sacred and mighty beam of light hit the small and exquisite shield, stirring up countless tiny points of light. The illusory ripples around Lucien shook rapidly, and his feet stepped deeply into the black floor tiles.
The light dissipated, and the "Lord of Hell" praised: "It is indeed the shield of truth."
Lucien was also a little relieved. This projection or incarnation was only close to the legendary peak of strength and could not kill him instantly.
"Last time you teamed up with Silver Moon and gave me a big surprise, I have been waiting for the opportunity to give you the same surprise." The Lord of Hell said leisurely and relaxedly, as if he was not facing someone else.
A legendary magician with a rich net worth, but an ordinary person who has no power to fight back.
Lucien didn't say anything, and the sword of truth held tightly in his right hand suddenly swung out with silver-gray sword light, slashing at the Lord of Hell through the air.
When necessary, I would rather blow myself up than end up like Klaus!
His only oversight was that he briefly lost consciousness because of the soul fireplace. It would have been the same for him. This is the most subconscious reaction and the most unabashed reaction of every arcanist when facing the mystery of the soul and the reality of the world.
Fanaticism, such an arcanist is a flesh-and-blood arcanist.
The silver-gray sword light cut through the illusory whirlpools around the Lord of Hell, slashing into his body.
Bang, the sound of bubbles bursting sounded. The Gono clone of the "Lord of Hell" shattered like a phantom, and a few steps away, the surrounding space reappeared faintly shrinking and bending.
Lucien's pupils suddenly shrank. This was not teleportation, nor magic or magic, but pure speed. The moment the sword light locked and slashed out, it moved to the side at an unimaginable speed, leaving only an afterimage in place.
This is a speed that will definitely cause relativistic effects!
After all, the speed of the sword light only depends on the one wielding it, not the real light!
"Is this the only level, kid? His magical power conflicts with my divine-like nature. He can only slightly integrate the power of the flesh so that you can't hit me?" "Lord of Hell" Mardimos said.
He said with an everlasting sarcastic smile, raising his right hand:
"Spear of Purification!"
A bright and cold spear tip condensed and shot towards Lucien rapidly. The sacred aura purified the surrounding strong sense of death and solidified black and white, making it seem like heaven on earth, and the sound of chants seemed to be ringing in the air at the same time.
when!
The tip of the spear hit the "Shield of Truth", making a crisp and strange metal collision sound. Lucien's left hand began to tremble visibly, the illusory ripples strangely slowed down, and the feeling of another time and space became increasingly indifferent, as if two people
The world is merging.
The attack is much stronger than that of the ancient mummy. The Shield of Truth may be able to block it for a long time, but it may not be able to withstand it for a minute!
The Sword of Truth in his right hand swung out again, and the silver-gray sword light directly struck the seemingly defenseless Lord of Hell.
Bang, the phantom shattered again, and with extremely terrifying speed, he dodged the sword light in a short period of time. However, he appeared to be so leisurely, walking towards Lucien as if he was walking in the garden.
Sword rays were slashed out one after another, and each figure was shattered, but the leisurely attitude of the "Lord of Hell" did not change at all. The legendary magic spells were fired one after another, making Lucien's hand holding the Shield of Truth numb, and he was unable to resist.
It won't be long.
At this time, earth-shaking howls came from the palace behind, and five legendary undead creatures were about to rush to the battlefield with a sea of natural disaster-like undead. After them, waves of legendary undead came!
"The escape route behind is blocked, and we need to cross the 'Lord of Hell' in the other direction. It is very easy to be plotted..." Lucien's thoughts were spinning in his soul, and he was analyzing his current situation.
"Unfortunately, it will be difficult to move with the Shield of Truth. Otherwise, I would be able to break through the undead natural disaster just by relying on this shield with ultimate defense."
The Shield of Truth is similar to the "Guardian of God". If you want to exert the greatest effect, you have to stand still in place. It is extremely inconvenient to move. And if you want to move at the same time, Lucien does not have any confidence to break through the "Lord of Hell" or the next five.
The blockade of undead creatures, not to mention the follow-up legendary undead coming from all directions.
While blocking the magical attacks one after another, Lucien's eyes and mental force field continued to search the surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes focused on the "soul fireplace". The quiet or ferocious soul faces had condescending expressions.
It felt like looking at myself gave me a chilly feeling of fear.
Shaking his head to get rid of this feeling, Lucien suddenly had an idea:
"According to Adol's memory and Viken's notes, only a few of the legendary undead creatures dared to cross the Soul Hearth, and the rest did not dare to approach at all... There is no obstruction near the Soul Hearth. If you escape in, the threat of undead disaster will be
No more for the time being. And the Lord of Hell may not chase me. After all, there is no need to expose the incarnation of Gono for me. This is a bad deal for the devil. There must be a bigger conspiracy or
Purpose······"
"As long as Dishe's infiltration direction is in the same direction by then, there should be no pursuit. And if I hide near the soul fireplace and don't explore in depth, I won't encounter Maskelin and the others being trapped.
The time for the divine blessing is over. Either the Speaker and the teacher will come to look for me, or they will lead away the undead and the natural disaster, so I can take the opportunity to escape..."
"The prophet also said that if you encounter great danger, move forward and don't retreat in a hurry.
Waves of undead poured out of the large hole in the palace behind that was broken by the ancient mummies. There were bone dragons, lichs, ghosts, and two ancient mummies also wrapped in yellow-brown bandages. Their red eyes glowed with evil spirits.
Very cold color.
"No wonder Maskelyne said that you can often see the friendly faces of ancient mummies here..." Lucien sneered and had no time to think about it. He made up his mind in an instant and put away the Sword of Truth in his right hand.
It was replaced by an exquisite and complicated "month timepiece".
Lucien's thumb slid rapidly on the silver-white dial. The time in a large area around him jumped up and down with the chaotic beating of the black second hand. Bone arrows were shot at Lucien one after another, and there were strange spells.
Like a kite with a broken string, it is flying everywhere and has completely lost its target.
The "Lord of Hell" was also affected, and his actions became distorted and contradictory, like a puppet with broken joints.
Taking this opportunity, Lucien put away the Shield of Truth, released his transformation, and was about to teleport accurately in the direction of the Soul Hearth!
-In the Temple of the Dead, due to the chaos of time and space, the teleportation distance is quite limited.
At this time, the corners of the "Lord of Hell's" mouth raised again, with a strong sense of ridicule coming towards him, and he said unaffectedly:
"Light of Judgment!"
I just lied to you!
In fact, I have always been immune to time manipulation and immune to advanced time stopping!
"Elemental blessing!" Lucien only had time to recite this incantation.
It was as if the light surrounded by countless angels hit Lucien in a mighty manner. The colorful elemental protection light shield fell apart after being supported for a short time. The elemental skin reacted with stress, and the spell absorber devoured energy crazily. The spell was fixed.
The sequencer threw three Stoneskin spells, and the force field walls in the spell sequencer formed the final defense.
Bang bang, under the light of judgment, Lucien's defenses were broken layer by layer. Suddenly, he disappeared from the place and flashed on the other side!
Under the protection of "Elemental Blessing" and numerous triggers and passive magic, Lucien finally withstood the "Light of Judgment"!
In the undead natural disaster, the hidden centaur-like undead creature raised its hand and shot a long green arrow, which passed through the turbulent flow of space and shot in front of Lucien instantly.
"Fortress of the Dead!"
The Ring of Kangas glowed with black light, and countless souls and limbs formed a wall of the dead, canceling each other out with this legendary long arrow.
Fortunately, I have many legendary items, otherwise I wouldn't have time to defend myself!
The Lord of Hell had already passed the spell casting buffer, and looked at Lucien with his light red eyes mockingly, about to cast the spell.
Lucien didn't care about anything else, and gently pressed the button on the left side of the moon timepiece with his middle finger. A hemispherical black void enveloped the Lord of Hell, forcing him to freeze briefly.
At the same time, he recited a mantra:
"Space-time Scepter!"
The sparkling King's Staff condensed in Lucien's left hand. With its slight tap, the surrounding time and space slowed down again, significantly slowing down. The movements of the undead natural disasters and legendary undead creatures were stuck, and I don't know why.
The resulting space shackles were also directly broken.
Space fluctuations occurred, and Lucien was accurately transported to the soul fireplace, passing through the gray curtain-like thing without hesitation. He had no time to study this transcendent thing that contained the mystery of the soul!
At this moment, Lucien had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him above the soul fireplace, looking at him from above, coldly and indifferently.
Suddenly looking back, Lucien's eyes met a face frozen in the soul fireplace.
In mid-air, a slightly transparent "him" with black hair and black eyes, handsome and gentle, with a gentle smile on his lips.
He is so familiar, it's like looking in the mirror!
A scary mirror!
"I?"
This soul face is just like Lucien Evans himself!
As if feeling Lucien's gaze, this soul face showed slight fluctuations, and its appearance gradually changed a little bit, but it still looked strangely familiar.
That is the summer wind from the earth, that is myself in the previous life!
Lucien = The looks of Evans and Xia Feng are displayed on this soul face at the same time, and they are very harmonious!
His mind felt cold, and Lucien felt like he couldn't breathe.