Chapter 623 Familiar face
Short at the top and bottom, long on the left and right......
The Great Prophet......
With red eyes with a thick mockery......
Familiar Northern Church Saints Dressed ......
All the details flashed back clearly in Lucian's mind like slowing down, and while he was holding the shield of truth and the sword of truth, he said in a low and angry voice: "Gono? The lord of hell?"
No wonder this mysterious sect hidden in the Church of the North can perform divine magic!
No wonder they were able to bewitch the clergy and develop a large number of believers!
No wonder the Lord of Hell knows so much about the Truth Cult!
"Gono? Hey, he's been dead for hundreds of years, why bother remembering his name? It's just a convenient and easy-to-use magic to steal items." The corners of his mouth curled up, and the young man in the white robe expressed his sneer unabashedly, "The more people don't understand about divinity, the more they value it, the so-called Saint Ivan, Saint Alexei, they are all just stupid idiots, ignoring the most important things, this sentence applies to you as well."
The last sentence He said meaningfully.
After confirming the identity of the young man in the white robe, Lucian's heart slowly sank, Klaus's two stand-ins to replace the alchemy items had been used in the previous two wars, and it was unlikely that he would escape from the attack of the "Light of Judgment", especially the clone of a god-like powerhouse who used the "Light of Judgment"!
No wonder neither of them discovered Him in time!
Facing this existence again, how should I deal with it without the help of the Silver Moon God?
Before the short communication technique was over, the Lord of Hell took a step forward and pointed with his right hand:
"Light of Judgment!"
Filthy evil magician, accept the judgment of the apocalypse!
His expression was solemn, and the holy light around him was swirling, and a vast pillar of light with the breath of judgment fell from the sky, hitting Lucian straight at him.
At this moment, the "synonym" of evil is more like the God of truth than anyone else!
The divine and mighty pillar of light struck on the small and delicate shield, stirring up countless fine points of light, and the illusory ripples around Lucian shook rapidly, and his feet stepped deeply into the black floor tiles.
The light dissipated, and the "Lord of Hell" praised: "It is worthy of being a shield of truth."
And Lucian was also slightly relieved, his projection or incarnation only had the strength close to the peak of legends, and he could not kill himself in seconds.
"You joined forces with Yinyue last time 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 a legendary magician with a wealthy net, but an ordinary person who had no power to fight back.
Lucian didn't say anything, and the sword of truth clenched in his right hand suddenly swung out, and the silver gray sword light soared, slashing at the Lord of Hell in the air.
When necessary, I would rather blow myself up than end up with Klaus!
His only negligence is that he briefly lost his mind because of the soul hearth, and if it were himself, it would be the same, this is the most subconscious reaction of every arcanist when facing the mysteries of the soul and the reality of the world, the most unconcealed fanaticism, such an arcanist is a flesh-and-blood arcanist.
The silver gray sword light cut through the many illusory vortexes around the Lord of Hell and slashed at his body.
Snap, the sound of bubbles bursting sounded, and the "Lord of Hell's" Gono clone shattered like a phantom, and a few steps away next to him, he resurfaced, the surrounding space faintly contracting and bending.
Lucian's pupils contracted suddenly, this was not teleportation, nor divine magic or magic, but simple speed, at the moment when the sword light locked and slashed, it moved to the side at an unimaginable speed, leaving only an afterimage in place.
This is the speed at which it will definitely cause a relativistic effect!
And the speed of the sword light is only in the self that is swung out, not the real light!
"Is that all, kid? His magical power conflicts with my god-like nature, and it can only be slightly integrated into the power of the flesh, so you can't hit me?" "Lord of Hell" Mardimos said with an eternal mocking smile, raising his right hand:
"Spear of Purification!"
A bright and cold spear tip condensed and shot at Lucian rapidly, the divine aura purified the rich meaning of death and the frozen black and white around it as if it were heaven on earth, and the sound of hymns seemed to sound in the air at the same time.
Pawn!
The tip of the spear hit the "Shield of Truth", emitting a crisp and strange metal collision sound, Lucian's left hand began to tremble visibly, the illusory ripples slowed down strangely, and the feeling of another time and space became more and more indifferent, as if two worlds were merging.
His attack was much stronger than the ancient mummy, maybe the shield of truth could block it for a long time, but he might not be able to hold on for a minute!
The sword of truth in his right hand swung out again, and the silver gray sword light directly slashed the seemingly defenseless Lord of Hell.
Snap, the phantom shattered again, and he relied on an extremely terrifying speed to dodge the sword light in a short period of time, but on the outside, it was so leisurely, as if walking in a garden towards Lucian.
One after another, the sword light slashed out, and the figures were shattered one by one, but the leisure of the "Lord of Hell" did not change in the slightest, and his legendary divine techniques were struck one after another, making Lucian's hand holding the shield of truth paralyzed, and it seemed that he could not resist for long.
At this time, there was an earth-shattering howl from the palace behind them, five legendary undead were about to rush to the battlefield with a cataclysmic sea of undead, and after them, waves of legendary necromancers were coming!
"The retreat behind us is blocked, and the other direction needs to cross the 'Lord of Hell', which is very easy for him to plot......" Lucian's thoughts in his soul were spinning, analyzing his current situation.
"It's a pity that holding the Shield of Truth will be difficult to move, otherwise with this shield with the ultimate defense, I will be able to break through directly from the undead catastrophe."
The Shield of Truth is similar to the "Guardian of the Gods", if you want to maximize the effect, you have to stand still, which is extremely inconvenient to move, and if you want to take care of movement, Lucian does not have any confidence to break through the blockade of the "Lord of Hell" or the next five legendary undead, not to mention the subsequent legendary necromancers coming from all directions.
While blocking the attacks of divine magic, Lucian's gaze and spiritual force field kept searching around, and suddenly, his eyes condensed on the "soul hearth", and the quiet or hideous soul faces looked at him with a condescending feeling, giving him a sense of fear that made his hair stand up.
Shaking his head, getting rid of this feeling, Lucian suddenly had an idea:
"According to Adore's memories and Viken's notes, only a few of the legendary undead dared to cross the soul hearth, and the rest did not dare to approach at all...... If I run in, the threat of the undead catastrophe will disappear for the time being, and the 'Lord of Hell' may not hunt me down, after all, he can't expose the incarnation of Gono for me, this is a bad business for the devil, he must have a bigger conspiracy or purpose......"
"As long as the time is not in line with His infiltration, I should not be pursued by him, and if I hide near the soul hearth and do not explore deeply, I will not encounter the trap of Muskillin and the others......"
"The prophet also said that if you encounter great danger, then move forward and not retreat in a hurry......"
Waves of undead surged out of the large hole in the back palace that had been knocked open by the ancient mummies, including bone dragons, lichs, ghosts, and two ancient mummies also wrapped in tawny bandages, their red eyes glowing with a strange cold color.
"No wonder Maskielin said that you can often see the 'friendly face' of ancient mummies here......" Lucian scolded, and there was no time to think about it anymore, so he instantly made up his mind and put away the sword of truth in his right hand and replaced it with an exquisite and intricate "moon clock".
Lucian's thumb slid quickly on the silver-white dial, and time in a large area around it beat fast and slow with the chaos of the black second hand, and bone arrows shot at Lucian, a strange magic, like a kite with a broken thread, floated around, completely losing its target.
The "Lord of Hell" was also affected, and his actions became distorted and contradictory, like a puppet with a broken joint.
Taking this opportunity, Lucian put away the shield of truth, lifted the transformation, and was about to teleport accurately in the direction of the soul fireplace!
- In the Necrosanctum Temple, due to the chaos of time and space, the teleportation distance is quite limited.
At this time, the corners of the "Lord of Hell" raised their mouths again, and a strong sense of ridicule came to his face, and he said unaffectedly:
"Light of Judgment!"
I lied to you just now!
In fact, I have always been immune to time manipulation and advanced time stops!
"Elemental blessing!" Lucian only had time to recite the spell.
It was as if the light surrounded by countless angels hit Lucian, the colorful elemental blessing light shield was supported for a short time and then fell apart, the elemental skin was stressed, the spell absorber frantically devoured the energy, the spell sequence threw out three stone skin techniques, and the force field walls in the spell sequencer constituted the final defense.
Snap, under the light of judgment, Lucian's defenses were shattered layer by layer, and suddenly, he disappeared in place and flashed to the other side!
Under the protection of "Elemental Blessing" and many triggered and passive magic, Lucian finally resisted this blow "Light of Judgment"!
In the undead scourge, the hidden centaur-like undead raised their hands and shot out a long green arrow, which passed through the turbulence of many spaces and instantly shot in front of Lucian.
"Barrier of the dead!"
The Ring of Congers glowed black, and countless souls and limbs formed a wall of the dead, canceling each other out with this legendary long arrow.
Fortunately, I have a lot of legendary items, otherwise I won't have time to defend!
The Lord of Hell had already passed the spellcasting buffer, and his pale red eyes looked at Lucian mockingly, about to cast a spell.
Lucian didn't care about anything else, and gently pressed the button on the left side of the moon clock with his middle finger, and a hemispherical black noid enveloped the Lord of Hell, pressing him to freeze for a short time.
At the same time, he recited a spell:
"Scepter of Time and Space!"
The sparkling King's Staff condensed in Lucian's left hand, and with its lightness, the surrounding space-time slowed down again, slowing down significantly, and the movements of the undead scourge and the legendary undead appeared to get stuck, and the shackles of space that did not know what was generated were also directly broken.
Space fluctuations occurred, Lucian accurately teleported to the soul hearth, and passed through it in the form of a gray curtain without hesitation, not having time to study this transcendent thing containing the mystery of the soul!
At this moment, Lucian had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him on the soul hearth, looking at him high and coldly.
Suddenly looking back, Lucian's gaze met a face frozen in the soul furnace.
In mid-air, the slightly transparent "he" has black hair and black eyes, handsome and gentle, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.
He is so familiar that it makes you feel like you are looking in a mirror!
A terrifying mirror!
"Me?"
This soul face seems to be Lucian? Evans himself!
It seemed to feel Lucian's gaze, this soul face fluctuated a little, and his appearance gradually changed a little, still unusually familiar.
That's the summer breeze from the earth, that's the self from the previous life!
Lucian? The appearances of Evans and Xia Feng were presented on this soul face at the same time, and they were very harmonious!
His mind was cold for a while, and Lucian felt breathless.
Take a break tonight, tomorrow will be updated at half past twelve. By the way, there is a double commuter pass at the end of this month~
(End of this chapter)