In the majestic hall, the floor is paved with deep black stone slabs. Each slab is unusually huge and can accommodate four or five people lying side by side. There are extremely messy marks on it, as if it was deliberately made with a chisel. The towering dome is made of
It is supported by dark black stone pillars as thick as three people's arms. The surface of the stone pillars and the surrounding thick walls also have chop-like patterns.
The bottoms of the metal round poles that spread downward from the dome were inlaid with huge candlesticks carved into different creatures. There were no candles on them, but they burned with illusory red flames, preventing the hall from falling into darkness.
At the end of the hall, a huge black platform half a meter high rose up, and a huge brass-colored seat was placed in the center. A young man with an extremely unreal figure, who seemed to be dissipating at any time, sat on it.
He looks to be in his early twenties, with brassy hair, and golden eyes that contain coldness and rationality. The nerdy temperament on his handsome face has long since disappeared, replaced by majesty and anger. But under this look and expression, there is still
There is a subtle hint of fear.
He looked at the man who kicked open the castle door and walked in nonchalantly. He grabbed the brass handrails on both sides with both hands and leaned forward slightly.
The "Red Angel" evil spirit possessing Savannah Lafitte strode towards the hall, as if returning to a home he had not returned to for a long time. He stretched his neck, looked around, and finally pointed.
He stood on the black platform and said:
"It seems you don't like the gift I gave you very much..."
In front of the seat, a middle-aged man was lying there with his eyes closed, his contours were hard, and his brown hair was slightly curly. He was the "War Bishop" Tony Twain. At this moment, his chest was still heaving, but his breath was already extremely weak.
, there is a layer of blood and rust floating on the surface of the body.
"Your Excellency, isn't that too rude!"
The "Weather Warlock" with the appearance of Trunsoest sat upright again, and the sickening smell of blood filled the hall. It seemed that as long as the other party responded incorrectly, he would become a part of this breath.
"What a nostalgic smell!" "Red Angel" Medici took a deep breath, nostalgia and intoxication appeared on his face, "As for politeness, you are just a spirit body with the appearance of Trunsoest.
You should be clear about what the essence is, or are you no longer able to tell who you are?"
"Lenny, were you killed by that guy Trensoest?" A bloody gash opened on the right side of Lafitte's face, which kept opening.
There was also a bloody gash on the left side of Lafitte's face, and he opened and closed it and said:
"You won't relent at this time, will you?"
"How is that possible? He just has no brain..." Lafitte's normal mouth moved, "In addition to being killed by Trunsoest and then being contaminated by his remaining consciousness and spirit, how could it be possible otherwise?
Can create such a freak!"
"Shut up, Medici!" The voice of the blood-red slit belonging to Einhorn's personality was raised a bit.
The quarrel between the three personalities made the "Weather Warlock" sitting on the brass chair finally understand who the enemy standing on the opposite side was. They were the three "conquerors" of the "Hunter" path who disappeared together that year, including Lenny's grandfather.
Einhorn.
No wonder he felt fear when facing the man in front of him who was clearly just the "War Bishop". Under the growing fear, he instinctively began to mobilize the power of the "Ghost Empire", preparing to wake up his sleeping soldiers, just like suppressing the
A "War Bishop" suppresses the opponent.
But the three personalities of Soren Einhorn and Medici were still quarreling and did not seem to notice the movements of "Lenny". But in the next second, he had already received the soldier's response and suddenly noticed the spiritual connection with the soldier.
was interrupted.
Are there other enemies on board?
Not only "Lenny" realized this, but the three personalities of the "Red Angel" evil spirit also stopped their quarrel. The one belonging to Sauron's personality said through the crack on his left cheek:
"Do you still want to experience another failure? Take advantage of that guy's interference and get rid of 'Lenny' quickly, we don't have much time!"
"Then give Lenny a break!"
With Einhorn's agreement, "Lafitte" showed an emotionless smile on his face. He touched the wound on his left shoulder with his right hand and pulled out an illusory long sword with dark red rust.
In one breath, he appeared in front of the black platform.
"Lenny" reacts faster. Although spiritual communication is interrupted, as the commander of the legion, he can still focus the strength of the soldiers on himself.
He just slowly raised his right hand, and a ball of light that seemed to incorporate all colors condensed in the sky above him. Then it exploded like lightning, rapidly expanding to all directions, covering the black platform for more than ten meters.
The dark floor, which was huge enough for four or five people to lie side by side, seemed to have been directly wiped away. It disappeared silently, leaving not even a trace of ashes. The soil under the floor was also wiped away by one or two meters.
A large circular pit was left around the black platform.
And the light group that blended all the colors had no tendency to attenuate. It continued to condense over "Leni". After condensing to a certain size, it immediately exploded.
This is a further manifestation of the authority of the "Weather Warlock" in the field of war. However, compared to the normal "Weather Warlock", the use of "Lenny" is more extensive and not very precise. It simply concentrates the power of the "soldier" and then uses it to
It explodes.
On the one hand, this is because "soldiers" exist in the form of extraordinary items, ghosts, and extraordinary creatures, and their power cannot be released normally; on the other hand, it is also because "Lenny" itself is only equivalent to an extraordinary item with a very high degree of activation.
, and the spiritual communication with the soldiers was interrupted.
If the enemy in front of him is like the "War Bishop" at his feet, he only needs to concentrate his power on himself and use the same path to "suppress" the opponent with higher levels.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But now His enemies are three former "conquerors", including His grandfather, who is higher than Him in terms of status. Facing that
When holding the illusory long sword with dark red rust on its handle, "Lenny" felt an almost instinctive fear. If he hadn't been restricted to this chair, his first choice would have been to escape!
Under the continuous explosion of light groups that combined all colors, the "Red Angel" evil spirit possessing Savannah Lafitte had to retreat and appeared on the edge of the circular pit, with the illusory long sword in his hand.
The sword was directly placed on his shoulders. He clicked his tongue again and again:
"It's really hard for you. If I were imprisoned in this chair alone, I would probably go crazy! But how long can you hold on like this?"
Faced with this provocation, "Lenny"'s expression did not change. Although a certain amount of strength was consumed in suppressing the "War Bishop" at his feet, for a qualified commander, the rotation of soldiers is enough to make this
This power has been maintained.
In particular, most of his soldiers exist in the form of extraordinary objects, ghosts, and extraordinary creatures. They do not need to consider issues of spirituality and loss of control like the Beyonder Legion, because they themselves are in a semi-crazy state.
"Haha..." Seeing that "Lenny" refused to speak, the evil spirit "Red Angel" paced back and forth near the large circular pit, pointing the tip of his sword toward the door, "No one outside will give you a chance!"
Before he finished speaking, the size of the light group condensed in the sky above "Leni" seemed to have leaked and began to shrink.
The expression of the "Weather Warlock" sitting on the brass chair changed instantly, and his eyes were dyed iron black.
The fog above the castle continued to condense, and the darkness spread rapidly, blocking the light, and the sky became extremely dark. A huge face condensed in the clouds, with eyebrows and eyes, and a vivid expression.
Thick silver-white lightning bolts shuttled back and forth in the clouds, rapidly alternating between darkness and light between heaven and earth, but they never struck down, demonstrating the terrifying power of thunder.
The first thing to show its power was the rapidly falling temperature. In a few breaths, the temperature dropped from the more comfortable 20 degrees to zero. The cold spread, turning the moisture in the soil and air into frost, making the building
It was quickly covered with a layer of white.
Then came the crackling hailstones, each one the size of a human head, creating deep holes in the ground, knocking down bricks and stones, washing everything.
The strong wind howled, sending bone-chilling chills to every corner. At the same time, invisible wind blades cut long traces on the walls and stones.
Each "Weather Warlock" can change weather conditions on a large scale and in a large area to create a suitable environment for the next battle. This is not just a simple environmental change, it also contains the will of the "Weather Warlock".
The gathering dark clouds, the rushing thunder, the spreading frost, and the howling wind are all the vanguard of the "Weather Warlock" at this time, conquering all enemies for him.
Rumble...Rumble...
Groups of spherical lightning comparable to the size of an adult tore through the clouds, dragging the cold wind and carrying the cold current, and smashed hard towards an uninhabited open space.
Rawls' figure had just emerged in the open space. The surrounding frost and wind seemed to have been given human nature, spreading towards him, restraining his body, sealing his feet with ice, and even the falling hailstones were
It changed its trajectory and hit him on the head.
But he just looked up at the flying ball lightning, golden color appeared in his brown eyes, and pale white mist shuttled through it. Without any extra movement, those lightning disappeared into the air, as if they had never appeared before.
The "Deprivation" of "Chaos Hunter" can already directly "deprive" attacks and attack effects!
Rawls raised his arm and pointed further away. Balls of spherical lightning emerged out of thin air and hit the sea surface, white and silvery, exploding into huge waves. He "gifted" the enemy's attacks to him.
Unlike Amon who can store the "stolen" things for a long time, Rawls' "deprived" attacks and responses must be sent out within five seconds, otherwise it will still cause damage to him.
In this way, he "deprived" and attacked again and again and "gifted" away again and again. He neither issued laws to improve the weather nor made any counterattacks. However, the impact of those extreme weather was constantly weakening, and it seemed that the recovery was only normal.
The corresponding impact of weather changes.
After prohibiting "spiritual communication", Rawls issued a law that "mystery is weakened and reality is enhanced" for those buildings with spiritual fluctuations.
Under the influence of the power stimulated by the power of the contract in his body, he can clearly divide the scope of the restrictions of the law. If it is not for safety and efficiency, he can even try to directly target specific targets to let their extraordinary power weaken.
Perhaps when he is promoted to "Balancer", he can really do this.
After dozens of seconds passed, the face in the clouds finally realized that it could not defeat the enemy in a short time and dissipated.
Although the dark clouds have not dispersed, thunder is still running in them, and the cold wind and hail have not stopped, but Rawls, who has a keen insight into changes in rules and order, flashed, broke free of the frost under his feet, and looked at the
The black castle is waiting for the fierce battle between the "hunters".
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In the hall, the "Red Angel" evil spirit finally stopped pacing around the circular pit and walked forward seven or eight meters, suspended in the air, and turned the illusory sword in his hand from time to time.
Two steps in front of Him is the edge of the explosive power of the light group that combines all colors. Just take one step forward and it will be treated the same as the disappearing slates, floor tiles and soil.
Of course, as a "Hunter", just provocation in action cannot satisfy the "Red Angel" evil spirit. He turned the illusory sword in his hand:
"Even if you are affected by the remaining will and spirit of Trunsoest, you should know what the consequences will be if a 'hunter', oh, no, any extraordinary person, is restricted to a chair?
"
When saying this, the "Red Angel" evil spirit's facial muscles were slightly distorted, which he had personally experienced. However, he immediately frowned, showing a see-through expression:
"No...you are not here to protect this 'Ghost Empire', but you are here as a bait...for that guy outside?"
The bloody gap on the left side of His face opened and closed:
"It should be the person who came here for the 'Hand of Order' characteristic that was stored here before. It is Augustus or Castile. Only they are so eager for this characteristic, but the guy outside should be considered
An unexpected bonus. This is not his first time here, otherwise he would never have the guts to make a move here!"
Einhorn's personality manipulated the slit on the right side of his face and started analyzing:
"The ones who took away the 'Hand of Order' shouldn't be Augustus and Castilla. They couldn't give up here, let alone give up the 'Weather Warlock' trait. It was the Vampires! Ince Zanger
Will said that Ornia and Trunsoest of the Blood Clan are married...then Ornia should also be alive, otherwise the Blood Clan may not care about that guy Trunsoest."