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Chapter 162: Initiative


Lucien "Lucien Evans" Natasha, Camille, Purifying Fire and other people besieging Anantans also noticed the changes here, some were surprised, some were stunned, but they were extremely stressed in the face of a golden knight, and they had to continue to devote themselves to the battle as soon as the thought flashed in their hearts.

Francis didn't recognize Lucian's identity for a while, because judging from his gesture of pinching Asin, it seemed to be a mysterious and powerful knight, so the first time he wanted to think about which heavenly knights or golden knights in the main material world could match Lucian.

A little bit of the glow of the divine name that implied death and resurrection flowed into his left hand, and Lucien could clearly feel Etna's slow recovery.

But when the part of the god surname related to this was absorbed, and the remaining "incarnation of love and beauty" and "dawn and evening star" god surnames began to escape from Ah Sin's body, Lucien found that Aetna interrupted the absorption, so he gently pushed Ah Xin out with his left hand, so as not to conflict with his cognitive world, and most importantly, absorbed this part of the god surname, it is likely to directly become a female surname.

Ah Xin's head was filled with paste, and he didn't know what was going on, and when the mysterious black-haired man pinched his throat, he thought that this time he had completely fallen, but why did he let go of himself after only absorbing a part of the god surname "Really picky eater" Lucien suddenly turned this thought in his mind, and then used the wind signal technique to send a message to Natasha.

At this time, El had already recovered from his stunned eyes, and saw that the prey he was looking for had been snatched in advance, anger and greed surged at the same time, his eyes were round, and he said in a lofty and indifferent voice: "I command you, death" The river around Lucien was gray and rolling, and his vitality was rapidly draining, but his body did not change in the slightest, and the strange and unstoppable effect of the law seemed to be completely ineffective in front of his outstretched left hand "What's going on" El took a step back in disbelief, he had never encountered such a situation since he was able to use the Decree Technique, whether or not he would be affected by the Decree Technique, at least the recipient would change accordingly, and then he could talk about resisting, like this time, as if he had never used the Decree to die In His eyes, Lucien in the river was as quiet as before, and the depths were inexplicably like the devil in the darkness.

Suddenly, the devil in his eyes moved, and Lucien's moonlight shone brightly, his muscles were clumped, and he suddenly flew out of the river, and grabbed him with his left hand Lucien is not a person who only complains and laments when he encounters things, since his whereabouts have been exposed, facing the one-eyed Anantans, and the legendary magician who may be lurking nearby, it is useless to escape, so why not seize the opportunity to absorb the god surnames in the fields of Silver Moon, immortality, resurrection, etc., so that Etna can recover her strength to the greatest extent, is it possible to wait for death This time, it wasn't Etna who drove Lucien to attack because of "hunger", but Lucien took the initiative to transform into a heavenly knight and attack El, a false god in charge of the realms of resurrection, immortality, moonlight, redemption and destruction The vast, vast, lofty will emanated from Lucian's left hand, making El's mind freeze and sluggish, as if he had met a natural nemesis, standing there, unable to respond effectively.

When the "idiot madman who is influenced by the surname of God" saw El rashly attack the mysterious knight in the river, Francis couldn't help but curse in his heart, hesitating whether to help him.

However, as soon as he saw Lucien do it, he had a decision, he was only a sixth-level heavenly knight, and just now it should be his special bloodline, which can restrain the god surname and god-like arts.

Holding the giant sword with both hands, Francis slashed down in the air, and suddenly, a whirlpool 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 that circled down, with lightning, toxin, acid and other powers, and slammed into Lucian.

With his left hand in front and his right hand holding the "Pale Justice", Lucien dodged in the face of the nine-headed black snake that was dancing with teeth and claws and covering the sky, and rose into the air, clenching his fist and swinging it, his arm muscles knotted.

The ordinary left hand hit the black mist, and with a crisp sound, the smoke disappeared, and the dark night with the silver moon hanging high reappeared.

Francis held the greatsword in the cracks, and fell to the ground with a heavy fall, staggering back and forth, his eyes full of disbelief.

Lucien exerted the speed of the moonlight vein with the arch of his foot, and rushed in front of Francis.

In a hurry, Francis could only sweep with a giant sword.

Lucien bowed his back, his body was short, he dodged the giant sword, made a fist with his left hand, and swung it hard.

Seeing that it was difficult to dodge, Francis's body twisted and squirmed, and black mist rose up in a clump, trying to use the mist to dissipate the damage.

Pong's left fist slammed into Francis's chest, and his black mist suddenly condensed into flesh The sound of broken ribs sounded one after another, and the blood in Francis's mouth spurted wildly, flew upside down, and fell heavily to the ground.

With bones broken all over his body, his internal organs cracked, and a mist of blood in front of his eyes, Francis felt that it was very difficult for him to move a finger, but compared to the physical injury, his fear and consternation at that left hand were clearer, what kind of power it was Seeing that in just a few seconds, Francis fell into the dust like a rag pocket, El's heart was full of fear and trepidation, but thanks to Francis's blockade, he finally got rid of the oppression and solidification, turned into moonlight, and was about to flee in a hurry.

Suddenly, an elegant, slender left hand appeared in front of him, which seemed to reflect a faint cold light, and then put his fingers together, clenched into a fist, and struck him in the face.

"Don't" The fear from the heart made El no longer able to maintain his unfathomable temperament, his face distorted, and one after another burst out of divine magic, some of which were released by himself, and some of which were automatically activated by divine objects, among them there was a force field like a transparent wall, a flame-like shield, a quiet and sleeping darkness, and countless dead qi rolling, and resentful spirits coiling and flying.

Lucien's left fist was not retracted, but he still struck hard, with a whistling wind.

With a snap, the left fist struck the god-like defenses around El, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Then, the wraith's face disappeared serenely, and the gray dead air quickly faded, and then, the darkness rolled, the flames flew, and the transparent force field shattered inch by inch, as if El had placed layers of papier-mâché walls in front of him, pierced by a fist, and struck him in the face.

"Ahh Lucien stretched out his fist and turned it into a grab, pinching the tattered watermelon-like head of El, who was worthy of being a false god, and he was not dead after such a blow.

Suddenly, El's body blurred, and he broke away from Lucien's hands and appeared in the shadow of the mountain wall more than ten meters away, falling limply to the ground, struggling to stay alive.

Lucien tilted his head suddenly, it wasn't El's own efforts, but someone saved him Anatanns looked at Lucien with a mysterious smile on his face, completely ignoring the siege around him, and pulled down the blindfold.

There is no void in the single eye, but a ball of black, white and gray light, which seems to contain infinite changes, and it seems that everything is still and solidified, returning to the beginning.

The muscles of Anathas's face began to rot at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the yellow pus quickly turned gray, and pieces of rotten flesh hung on his face, shining with the white bones.

And around him, the normal world began to distort, fading all colors and sounds, leaving only eternal silence and black, white, and gray.

In such a world, Natasha, Camille and the others move extremely slowly, like small worms frozen in amber.

"I originally wanted him to absorb Ah Xin and raise him to the ninth level for me to recover, which is better than absorbing it separately, but I didn't expect to meet you in advance."

Anatanns' voice was hoarse, like rust

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