Chapter 487 Initiative (First Update)
"Lucian?"
"Lucian? Evans?"
Natasha, Camille, Purification Flame and other people besieging Anantans also noticed the changes here, some were surprised, some were stunned, but they were facing a golden knight-level false god, and they were under great pressure, and they had to continue to devote themselves to the battle as soon as the thoughts in their hearts flashed.
Francis did not identify Lucian's identity for a while, because judging from the gesture in which he pinched Asin, he seemed to be a mysterious and powerful knight, so he immediately thought about which heavenly knights or golden knights in the main material world could compete with Lucian.
A little bit of divine brilliance implied death and resurrection flowed into his left hand, and Lucian clearly felt Etna's slow recovery.
But when the part related to this divinity was absorbed, and the remaining "embodiment of love and beauty" and "morning and evening star" divinity began to dissipate from Ashin, Lucian found that Aitna had interrupted the absorption, so he gently used his left hand to push Ashin out, so as not to conflict with his own cognitive world, and most importantly, absorbing this part of the divinity, it is likely to become a woman directly.
When this mysterious black-haired man pinched his throat, he thought he had completely fallen this time, but why did he let go of himself after only absorbing part of his divinity?
"What a picky eater...... Lucian suddenly turned this thought in his mind, and then used the "wind signal" to convey a message to Natasha.
At this time, El had already recovered from his stunnedness, seeing that the prey he had been searching for had been snatched away in advance, anger and greed emerged at the same time, his eyes widened, and he said in a lofty and indifferent voice: "I command you, death!"
The river water around Lucian was rolling gray and white, and his vitality was rapidly lost, but his body did not change at all, and the effect of the strange and unstoppable Discipline Technique seemed to be completely ineffective in front of his outstretched left hand!
"What's going on?" El took a step back in disbelief, since he was able to use the Discipline Technique, he had never encountered such a situation, regardless of whether he would be affected by the Discipline Technique or not, at least the recipient would change accordingly, and then he could talk about resisting, not like this time, as if he had never used the Discipline to die!
In His eyes, Lucian in the river was as quiet as just now, deep and inexplicably like a devil in the dark.
Suddenly, the devil in his eyes moved, Lucian's body shone with moonlight, his muscles were stiff, and he suddenly flew out of the river, grabbing it with his left hand!
Since Lucian has already exposed his whereabouts and faced the one-eyed Annatant and the legendary magician who may be lurking nearby, then escaping becomes of little use.
This time, it was not Aitna who drove Lucian to attack due to "hunger", but Lucian took the initiative to transform into the Sky Knight and attack El, who was a false god in charge of the realms of resurrection, immortality, moonlight, redemption and destruction!
The vast, lofty will emanated from Lucian's left hand, oppressing El's thinking froze and stagnated, as if he had met his natural nemesis, standing there, unable to react effectively.
"Idiot! A madman influenced by divinity!" When he saw El rashly attack the mysterious knight in the river, Francis couldn't help but curse secretly, hesitating whether to help him or not.
But as soon as he saw Lucian do it, he made a decision, he was just a sixth-level heavenly knight! Just now, it should have been his special bloodline, which could restrain divinity and god-like magic.
Holding the giant sword with both hands, Francis went down high and slashed in the air.
Suddenly, a vortex seemed to appear on the ground, absorbing all the mist in the air, and the fog of destruction turned into a nine-headed black snake hovering downward, striking Lucian with lightning, toxins, acids and other forces.
Lucian was in front with his left hand and "Pale Justice" in his right hand, facing the nine-headed black snake that was dancing and clawing, blocking the sky, he dodged and soared into the air, clenched his fists and swung out, his arm muscles knotted.
The ordinary left hand hit the black mist, and with a crisp sound, the smoke dissipated, and the dark night where the silver moon hung high reappeared.
Francis held the giant sword everywhere in the cracks, and fell heavily to the ground, staggering back and forth, his eyes full of disbelief.
Lucian arched his foot hard, exerting the speed of the moonlight bloodline, and rushed in front of Francis.
In a hurry, Francis only had time to sweep with his greatsword.
Lucian bowed his back, his body shortened, dodged the giant sword, clenched his fist with his left hand, and hit hard.
Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, Francis' body suddenly twisted and wriggled, and black mist came out in clusters, trying to use mist to dissolve the damage.
Pong! Lucian's left fist hit Francis' chest hard, and his clumps of black mist suddenly condensed into flesh and blood!
Crackling, the sound of ribs breaking off sounded crisply, and blood spurted from Francis' mouth, flew out backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.
The bones all over his body were broken, his internal organs were cracked, and his eyes were full of blood mist, Francis only felt that it was very difficult for him to move a finger, but compared to the physical injury, his fear and astonishment of that left hand were clearer, what kind of power was this?
Seeing that in just a few seconds, Francis fell into the dust like a rag bag, El's heart was full of fear and trepidation, but thanks to Francis' interception, he finally got rid of that kind of suppression and solidification, transformed into moonlight, and was about to flee in a hurry.
Suddenly, an elegant and slender left hand appeared in front of his eyes, which seemed to reflect a faint cold light, and then, the five fingers of this left hand came together, clenched into a fist, and hit his face.
"Don't!" The fear from the heart made El no longer able to maintain his inscrutable temperament, his face was distorted, and divine magic burst out one by one, some of which were released by himself, and some were triggered by magical items on their own, among them were force fields like transparent walls, there were flame-like shields, there was a quiet and sleepy darkness, and there were countless rolling dead air, coiling and swirling ghosts.
Lucian's left fist was not recovered, and he still hit hard, with a howling wind.
Snap, the left fist hit the god-like defense around El, and time seemed to have a short pause. Then, the ghost's face disappeared peacefully, the gray and lifeless energy quickly faded, and then, the darkness rolled, flames flew, and the transparent force field shattered inch by inch. It was like El had layers of papier-mâché walls in front of him, pierced by his fist and hit him in the face.
"Ah!" El's screams of pain shook the earth, and then he was blocked back into his mouth, his nose and mouth collapsed directly, his whole face was sunken into his head, and blood sprayed left and right, with a faint milky white mixed in.
Lucian stretched out his fists, changed to grab, and pinched El's head like a tattered watermelon, he was worthy of being a false god, and he was not dead after receiving such a blow.
Suddenly, El's body blurred, suddenly broke away from Lucian's hands, appeared in the shadow of the mountain wall more than ten meters away, and fell softly to the ground, struggling to maintain his life.
Lucian suddenly looked sideways, it was not El's own efforts, but someone saved him!
Annatans looked at Lucian with a mysterious smile on his face, completely ignoring the siege around him, and pulled down his blindfold.
The cyclops were not empty, but a ball of black, white and gray light, which seemed to contain infinite changes, and it seemed as if everything was still and frozen, returning to the beginning.
The muscles on Annatanth's face began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the fishy yellow pus quickly turned gray, and pieces of rotten flesh hung on his face untouched, complementing the bones.
And around Him, the normal world began to distort, fading away all colors and sounds, leaving only the eternal silence and monotonous black, white, and gray.
In such a world, Natasha, Camille and others became extremely slow, like small worms frozen in amber.
"I originally wanted him to absorb Ah Xin and raise it to level nine for me to use again, so it would be better than absorbing it separately, but I didn't expect to meet you in advance." Annatanth's voice was hoarse as if covered in rust.
The word count of this chapter is a bit small, and the next chapter will be supplemented, and the details of this paragraph will finally be perfected, otherwise it will be very difficult in the next two watches today.
(End of this chapter)