"Lord Honoror!"

"Mom!"

Honoror felt like he was about to lose consciousness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lucy and Aryfia seem to be calling him, but he is haunted by nightmares and has trouble waking up anyway.

Inability to breathe.

Water rushes into the nose and mouth, and the whole brain is buzzing.

"Help me!"

"I don't want to die yet!"

"Damn, I'm going to kill you!"

"Why, why me?"

All sorts of voices converged in Honor's ears, and he was like a radio on the wrong channel, starting to play all sorts of unscheduled programs.

It's human.

No, it's not just humans.

All kinds of words and sounds come together in the brain.

Men, women, children, old men, elves, orcs, monsters, and all sorts of things he had never heard of.

It was the voice of the river of the underworld, and the resentment of the dead.

Honoror felt that he was surrounded by countless people, some grabbing his hand, some grabbing his feet, some grabbing his nose, some trying to break his mouth open.

It's as if it were a group of demons who want to eat this hard-earned food.

Pain.

Honore felt the pain.

Obviously it shouldn't feel pain, obviously shouldn't feel suffocation.

But he felt it anyway.

This is probably the disadvantage of the human body, but at the same time, it is also the advantage of the body.

- At least he knew he was alive.

Not dead, but consciousness drifting into the distance.

"Don't make noise!

Honoror was furious.

It was as if there was a nameless fire in his heart, angry because of the noise around him.

But the noise did not pay attention to Honor, his body was being torn apart, and everything was about to be devoured.

"Shut !! up"

Honore opened his mouth and shouted, and suddenly became furious.

At the same time, a wall of light spread outward with Ornoor as the center.

Honor's eyes opened, and their blue pupils shone with light.

"Boom!"

Violent shocks spread around Honor.

I saw that the black water that surrounded him shattered in an instant, and scattered back into the river.

"It's ......"

Honoror suddenly came to his senses.

He quickly remembered what had happened earlier—on Honor's chest, Aryphia's body curled up, and the golden dragon shone brightly, and the light protected Honoror inside like an enchantment.

The black giant shattered in an instant as if it had been hit hard, and the barrier was suspended in mid-air, and the water below was still turbulent, but it did not suck Honoror into the water again.

"Dragon ......"

Suddenly, a hoarse and dull voice sounded in the black water.

The voice was fearful and ecstatic.

"The Golden Dragon...... Elven Dragon...... It comes from the sky, not bound to the earth......"

As if reciting an ancient incantation, a human face gradually appeared in the black river, it was an unpredictable human face, sometimes an old man and sometimes a prime of life, and with the change of human face, the strange tone also changed, as if a thousand people were speaking in turn, or one person representing a thousand thoughts.

"Bang !!"

Again, an arm gathered in the black water.

The arm stretched upward, trying to grab the barrier where Honoror was.

"Could it be that you can only eat that guy at the risk of a stomachache?"

Honoror held Aryfia in his arms, it was the child who protected him just now, how could he die inexplicably in such a place.

Honoror stretched out his palm, and a black swirl rose in the palm of his hand.

But the whirlpool became smaller and smaller, and the "pop" suddenly turned into a bubble and disappeared.

[Do not use the power of gluttony, as excessive use of this power will cause an unnecessary burden on the contractor Aryfia.] 】

"But...... So what should I do? Light magic?"

Honor's sudden thought of something, and indeed when he subconsciously used light magic to intimidate and grab his ankle arm earlier, the other party obviously flinched.

【Please use the power of the soul.】 】

"Soul power?"

[The River Styx is a collection of dead souls, and it is judged that the use of soul power can effectively deal a blow to it.] 】

"Do you mean to use soul manipulation skills?" said Honor.

[Soul manipulation only has an effect on a single body, and cannot be cast on a group, so please use your own soul to fight against it.] 】

"I don't understand it at all!"

Honor's hair was scratched, he didn't know anything about soul theory, and although he had tried soul tampering and soul enslavement skills before, it was not a success.

But now that the arrow had to be fired, the giant hand below reached upwards again, and Honoror closed his eyes and tried to feel it with his radiance.

There is no Radiance.

Sure enough, as Lord God said, everything is made of souls.

"Soul Sword. ”

Onor silently read the name of the weapon, and soon, the soul sword that had once escaped appeared in his hand.

It was the soul under the control of Honor, and the soul that had been devoured by demons in the border city in the past, and those demons would turn into resentful spirits once they were devoured, and they could not be dissipated.

Honoror didn't know how to dispel it, but it couldn't be better as a weapon.

"With the power of the soul?" "Ornoor, muttering what Lord Divine Know, slashing with his soul sword was tantamount to a mud cow entering the sea, just like when Oror was caught by a giant hand, and before he could even swing his sword, his soul sword melted into the river.

"Meaning with my own soul?"

Honoror seemed to have come to his senses.

His sword body shook, and in the next moment, a golden light draped over it.

- It's the same color as the magic book.

The golden soul sword shone brightly at this moment, like a round of sun shining over a black river.

Honoror held Aryfia floating in front of him in his arms.

"Mom...... Mom......"

Aryfia looked up half-asleep, she looked a little tired, probably too much to create such an enchantment.

"Sorry to worry you. ”

Honoror tried to swing the blade of his sword, and he looked down, his eyes sparkling.

"Sure enough, the devil is the most annoying. ”

Honoror said to himself.

He held Aryfia with a sword in one hand and Aryfia in the other, and the next moment, Honoror leaped forward, piercing through the barrier and jumping head-on at the big hand.

"Drink, !!"

Honoror shouted, and the sword slashed down, and a golden trail broke through the air.

Below him, the big hand seemed to feel the power of Onor, and in an instant, the black water stirred, and countless large and small palms stretched out one after another, and those palms went upward, as if to support the big hand, and grabbed Onor.

Half a second later, Honor's sword slashed into the black palm!