Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“Lucien?”
“Lucien Evans?”
Natasha, Camil, the Fire of Purification, and the rest who were sieging Antanas had all noticed what was going on here. So were surprised and so were confused. But all the mood swings only lasted for less than a second. Facing s false god, they had to be fully devoted to the fight.
Francis, however, did not recognize Lucien imdiately. Judging from how the young man grabbed Asin, Francis assud that he was a mysterious and powerful knight. Therefore, Francis first tried to search among the nas of those radiant knights and gold knights in the main material world for a match.
Power flowed into Lucien’s left hand; It was the godhood of death and resurrection. Lucien felt that Alterna was slowly awakening.
However, when the part of the godhood which was related to death and resurrection had been absorbed, and Asin’s remaining godhood of “incarnation of beauty and love” and “star of dusk and dawn” had just started emitting, Lucien sensed that Alterna had terminated the intaking process and pushed Asin away. Alterna did so to avoid the possible conflicts with the cognitive world, and what was more important was that absorbing this part of godhood would possibly result in turning to a female.
Having no idea what just happened, Asin felt that there was such a ss in Her head. When the mysterious, black-haired man grabbed Her throat, Asin thought that it was the end of everything. But why did he let Her go after taking away only part of her godhood?
Alterna was obviously being very picky about her food.
Lucien then sent Natasha a ssage using Whispering Wind.
At this ti, Ell had recovered from the great shock and was extrely angry seeing that his own prey had been taken. With anger and greed, Ell said in his cold and resounding voice,
“I command you, to die!”
The running river water quickly turned pale, the life force of it leaking away. However, the Command spell failed to hurt Lucien at all. It seed that Lucien’s left hand had this creepy power which turned Ell’s spell completely invalid!
What was going on? Ell took a step back, unable to believe what just happened. Ever since Ell was able to use Command, although sotis the spell might not be able to directly kill the target, the target would at least be more or less affected. However, this ti, it was totally different. It even seed like Ell had never cast the spell!
In Ell’s eyes, the young man standing in the river was as quiet as a demon hiding in the darkness.
Suddenly, the demon in Ell’s eyes moved. Its muscles bulged as a layer of moonlight covered him. As it fiercely jumped out of the river, the demon’s left hand reached out, targeting directly at Ell Himself!
Lucien was not the kind of person who would only sign and complain when things went wrong. He knew that since he was now exposed, trying to run away would beco totally useless when facing Antanas and the possible legendary sorcerer hiding around. He had to seize the chance to feed the relevant godhoods to Alterna and help Her recover, as this was his biggest hope to survive!
This ti, Lucien’s action was not driven by the hungry Alterna. Instead, he had taken the initiative and turned himself into a radiant knight to launch against Ell, for Ell’s godhoods of resurrection, eternal life, moonlight, redemption, and destruction were exactly what Lucien wanted!
An almighty and supre will spread out from Lucien’s left hand. Ell’s mind beca slow as if the will was born to be invincible for Ell. Ell was just standing there, unable to give an effective response.
“Idiot! He’s driven crazy by his own godhood!” Francis was pissed off seeing that Ell just launched such a reckless attack at the mysterious knight in the river. He was hesitant with whether he should help Ell.
But as soon as he saw Lucien jumped out of the river. Francis had made sure that the man was just a level-six radiant knight. It was probably just that he had a special blood power that could refrain godhood and divine-like spells.
Francis grabbed the heavy sword and jumped down, aiming at Lucien.
Instantly, a huge swirl seed to appear on the ground, pulling all the black miasma in. The miasma joined together and ford a black hydra. With its mixed power of lightning, toxin, acid and so forth, the hydra fiercely charged at Lucien.
Left hand in the front, right hand grabbing Pale Justice, Lucien dodged the huge black hydra which was big enough for blocking the entire sky and then quickly sprang up from the ground. His left fist, swung by his muscular arm, punched in the miasma.
As if sothing just snapped, when Lucien punched in the miasma, the black miasm quickly dissipated. And the silver moon in the night sky reappeared.
The heavy sword, now covered with cracks, dropped onto the ground. Francis stumbled backward. He could not believe it.
Stamping against the ground, Lucien dashed at Francis as quickly as a flash of moonlight.
With no ti for more actions, Francis hurriedly swept the heavy sword for defense.
Lucien instantly lowered his body and avoided the sword, then he punched in Francis’s chest using his left hand.
Seeing this, Francis’s body twitched and clusters of black miasma were released. He was trying to counteract the power.
Bang! The miasma could not stop Lucien’s punch! The clusters of black smog suddenly beca pieces of flesh!
Francis’s rib bones snapped. Blood spurted out of his mouth. It was such a powerful strike that Francis was directly blown away.
Francis’s bones had all broken, and his guts were severely damaged as well. Everything he could see was now covered in spots of red. He could not even move a single finger now. Yet compared with the damage on his body, the great shock and fear towards that left hand were even clearer in his mind: The power within this punching was so horrible!
Seeing that what the demon had done to Francis within a few seconds, Ell’s mind was also filled with shock and fear. But at least Francis had won Ell a few seconds, so as soon as Ell got rid of the confinent from the almighty will, He turned himself into a flash of moonlight and was about to escape.
Suddenly, an elegant left hand appeared in front of Ell’s eyes, on which there was a layer of cold shine. Then the hand clenched into a fist and punched at Ell’s face.
“No!!!” Ell was no longer able to maintain his dignity under great fear. His face had beco more than twisted because of the desperation, and many divine-like spells were activated. Ell cast so of them, and the rest of them were triggered by the divine items Ell was carrying. There were transparent force fields, fla shields, silent darkness, billowing waves of death, and swirling specters.
However, none of them could stop Lucien’s left fist. With the blowing fierce wind, Lucien punched into Ell’s face.
Bang! All the spell shields were cracked as if they were no more than a piece of paper.
Ell burst out a ground-shaking, bitter cry. But the cry was suffocated by the blood gushing out from his mouth, nose, and eyes. The center part of Ell’s face had been punched in. Blood splashed everywhere, together with so white tissues.
Lucien grabbed Ell’s head as if he was grabbing a half-cracked waterlon. Ell was indeed a false god, as He was still alive after such a strong strike.
However, suddenly, Ell’s body beca shadowy and he flashed away from Lucien’s hand, appearing again about ten ters away on the rock in the darkness. Lying on the rock, Ell was trying his best to maintain his life.
Lucien looked up in great alert, knowing that this was not Ell’s own power. Soone saved Ell!
Antanas looked at Lucien with a creepy smile on his face. Ignoring the siege against him, Antanas took off his eyepatch.
Under the patch, there was a light ball whose color was a mixture of black, white, and grey. The colors seed to be interacting as if they represented countless changes, while at the sa ti seed to be silent and still as if they carried the secret of the origin of the world.
The muscles ion Antanas’s face started rotting away very quickly. The yellowish, festering flesh turned pale. The bones underneath were revealed, with the rotten fleshes hanging on.
Around him, the world started to twist. All the colors and sounds faded away. Only eternal silence and the colors of black, white, and grey were left.
In such a world, Natasha, Camil and the rest of them’s movent beca extrely slowly, like small insects being trapped in a drop of pine resin.
“I was about to let Ell take in Asin to reach level nine, so I can save so trouble. But what a surprise, here you are.”
Antanas’ voice was as harsh as a piece of iron covered in thick rust.
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