Chapter 239 The sentinel of light has fallen! Crying
Silas, who passed through the desolate Renwall Mountains and arrived at White Cliff City, fell into a state that he had not expected at all——
Bloodthirsty!
Uncontrollable bloodthirsty!
Just like the desire for life of ordinary undead creatures, when he came to such a densely populated place, he was forced to stop and entered a state of control.
Especially at night, without the suppression of sunlight, he could not restrain his urge to eat human flesh and blood.
His plan to go to Shadow Island was put on hold, and he went from passive to active to find his favorite prey.
In this pure white city, he is gradually and completely accepting his new identity as an undead soul.
The bloodshot dark red eyeballs were staring at Lucian, and the aura of death surging around his body clearly conveyed his disgust for that aura of light.
But he was pleasantly surprised to find that his mind was returning to his body!
"Your weapons..."
"Maybe it's a good fit for me?"
Several dark ghost hands rushed out of the gray mist and grabbed Lucian. He was now more and more accustomed to the power given to him by his undead.
Originally, his ability had to rely on capturing other people's magic power to be effective, but now he has his own power. Even without capturing it, he still possesses amazing strength.
It is definitely not a low-level revenant that Lucian can easily shoot!
"Arrogant!"
Lucian's steps staggered, silver light flickered under his feet, and two holy spears shot out cross rays of light, shooting the ferocious ghost hands into pieces.
Silas's body was hidden in the gray mist, and the only chain left on his wrist was whipped fiercely.
His right hand was completely missing. When fighting Chai Anping, he finally used his wrist to block the Star Sword, but it was cut off cleanly. LeBlanc did not pick his hand back up.
But...it doesn't have much impact.
On his right hand was a pitch-black ghost claw, ferocious and powerful.
Lucian rushed over, his angular face filled with anger. He merged two ancient relics that had been passed down for thousands of years. The inscriptions on the guns merged together and suddenly brewed terrifying energy.
"Holy Light!"
A long and thick beam of light spurted out from the muzzle of the gun. Silas sneered when he saw it. The forbidden magic stone chain easily shattered and swallowed the beam of light, and then fed it back into his body.
The light gave him infinite pain, and the magic stone chains began to burn his body, but it made him regain his sanity!
His body is completely back under his control!
The bloodthirsty impulse of the undead was crushed by him:
"Praise the light!"
He laughed loudly, but the sound he made was hoarse and weird. He then fixed his greedy eyes on the two ancient relics. As long as he owned them, he could stay awake forever!
Lucian's expression was ugly, he never thought that the Forbidden Demon Stone would one day become a weapon of the undead.
He can only try to attack Silas's body directly.
The cross holy light continued to spurt out, and he was so agile that he output wildly around Silas, and the thick gray mist gradually became thinner under his attack.
Silas continued to use the Forbidden Demon Stone to seize the magic power of the two holy spears, so that the entire Forbidden Demon Stone chain glowed with a misty white light.
"That's enough! Stupid Sentinel!"
He laughed heartily, and the gray fog surrounding him suddenly exploded, sweeping across the entire area like sharp nails. A wall behind him was directly knocked down by the surging air waves.
"not good!"
Lucian's expression changed drastically, and he quickly took out a tube of holy water from his arms and sprinkled it in front of him.
"Chi chi chi..."
The place where the holy water came into contact with the gray mist made a roar like water and fire, and the rest was splashed out to the area that the holy water could not cover, and the gray mist surged forward.
Lucian let out a muffled groan, and several small holes appeared in his white coat, and red blood quickly flowed out.
The next moment, Silas's big hand suddenly reached out, and he immediately activated the purification power contained in the sacred pistol. The two pistols that were close together swayed a layer of white light waves, and the light waves formed a round ball covering him.
Wrap it up.
No ghost can break through this layer of holy light!
Lucian didn't dodge much, and took the opportunity to point his gun directly at Silas.
"Death!"
He roared angrily, and Silas chuckled, his pale and stiff face looking extremely terrifying.
"Could it be that your magic weapons can also make me invisible?"
"boom!"
The holy light shot out, and Silas' big hand directly covered it. The light wave was torn open, and he then grabbed one of the holy spears.
The sacred inscription was like a raging fire that instantly burned his palm to bloody pulp, but Silas didn't care at all - because he felt no pain at all!
"It's a pity that she won't refuse."
The swung chain struck Lucian hard in the face and knocked him away. The psychic gun that originally belonged to Senna and did not need to be pulled, remained in Silas's hand.
Silas, who has the power of the undead, is no weaker than him who has the power of ice in the original plot!
Now he is even enough to knock Galen to the ground and hammer him!
Can Lucian still beat Garen?
Even in terms of strength alone, how could Lucian compare to a monster that presided over a ritual with a lich and was eventually transformed into an undead?
"give me back!"
Lucian suddenly jumped up from the ground, his eyes wide open, like a god descending from anger.
"No, she will surrender to me."
Silas absorbed the gift of light from the holy spear wantonly, even if this would extinguish the flame in his chest, it would also make the holy spear in his hand gradually lose its ability to resist him.
The light reflected on his face, distorted and terrifying.
"The elegant spear of thought."
A devil's cruel smile appeared in his deep pupils.
Then he pointed the gun at Lucian, and the light and darkness surged in his hand:
"Demacian, you are the first blood debt of my revenge."
"I sentence you to death!"
The powerful will instantly drove this holy spear that Lucian could not control originally.
The turbulent and hot holy light spurted out with Silas's shout, and Lucian's original angry expression instantly turned into shock - how is this possible!?
Under the control of Silas, the entire holy lance immediately entered an "overclocking" state, and Lucian was engulfed by cross-ray bullets in the sky.
"Those who chase the light, die in the light, and die well!"
After Silas released the energy, he quickly wrapped the chain around the holy spear and immediately released his hand.
After this blow, the soul flame in his chest was dimmed a lot by the impact of the holy light. If he continued to wield this gun, he might be buried with him.
"And...thank you for the gift, damn Sentinel!"
Silas saluted gracefully, but when he tilted his head, he suddenly noticed something, and his face suddenly became gloomy and ugly.
"What a chase, Shelley...Inspector."
He glanced down at the dim soul flame on his chest, and then remembered Chai Anping's despairing slash, and his dark pupils were filled with resentment:
"Leave that for another day, Inspector Shelley."
His body slowly turned into a cloud of smoke and dispersed with the wind, leaving only the coldness on the ground. In the corner, a dead rat that had long since froze to death lay quietly in the ditch as a witness.
"There will be a day to see you again!"
The light gradually dissipated, and Lucian, who was wrapped in a layer of light, fell to the ground in a daze while being burned like a furnace.
"Senna..."
The only remaining ancient relic seemed to be wailing.