Chapter 57: Armor Restart
A cloud of smoke glowing like a ghost groped to condense the form of a man, who called himself "Deacon of Black Flame", and then put on a series of majestic and middle two titles before that. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
As far as the appearance posture is concerned, he has visually met the prerequisites for a big boss.
But Eric doesn't have any clues about such a No. 1 character in his impression, and he doesn't seem to have seen it in the comics, so nine times out of ten it's just a small character who is more sophisticated, right? But now this posture doesn't look like a second-rate villain, shouldn't this kind of person who summons a pillar of light be a powerful character at the level of the Justice League's group fight?
"It's a godsend." The light and shadow looked up at the hanging raven and said, "It was as fate would have arranged for me to break into my altar just as I was about to recover." With you, the Eucharist will take shape and flow, and the world of the living and the dead will become one here. ā
Combining Hell and Earth? It sounds like a big deal, but won't he attract the attention of some bigwigs if he's so nonsense?
"Behold, the black sun of tribulation and salvation shall rise out of the rotten waters of the tombs." Deacon Black Flame stretched out a bleak hand, "Here burn and redeem the filthy cities of the earth." And among the ruins, Deacon Heiyan is about to return to the world! ā
He raised his illusory palm and slapped it in the air, a dark red substance like blood that seemed to flow out of the darkness at the top. They fluttered through the moldy air at the direction of the black flame, turning into a whirlwind that enveloped the raven's body.
"I can feel the power that lies within you." Hei Yan said, "Such majestic magic, if you released yourself, you could easily erase everything I did. But you're afraid, you're afraid to accept your own power, to accept who you are. This is great, because that's the only way I've got the perfect opportunity - I'm going to absorb your magic and become more powerful than ever! ā
"Ahhh!!h
Blazing flames burst through the earth, swirling and merging into the blood-colored substance, like flowing lava encircling ravens in between. She let out a cry of pain, and the dark purple magic was drawn down the four chains, merging into the green pillars of light.
"You...... This idiot," Raven said bitterly, gritting his teeth, "you don't know...... What are you doing! You will unleash a demon that will destroy everything, and you will be no exception! ā
"Oh, is it? That's really looking forward to it. ā
Deacon Black Flame didn't mean to stop at all, and obviously didn't take it seriously.
What Raven said was true, she may be one of the most powerful creatures on Earth, but she never dared to release herself. Even a single loss of power could have invited her father, the Lord of the Three Houses, to descend, and unfortunately, all the dimensions that had been patronized by the Three Houses so far had been devastated.
Like a flame from hell armed Deacon Black Flame, he became even more arrogant. Countless figures flickered in the flames, and flesh-colored living dead seemed to appear out of thin air, kneeling down towards him in unison, as if on a pilgrimage.
"Stop!"
Eric tried to lunge towards the swirling flames, but was grabbed from behind by two living dead and knocked to the ground.
He had never felt so powerless.
At the moment of life and death, someone threw the backpack of the armor of the Amozhuo to him, and it was a turning point in his life. But even at that moment when his life hung by a thread, he was just unwilling and did not pray for strength.
He never wanted power, because he didn't want to fight.
But now it's different.
He now craved the power to be able to fight, at any cost, as long as he could now gain the power to save Raven from that Black Flame.
Elsewhere, in a small, dark room, a mysterious man with one hand on his cheek, watching Eric's movements in anticipation - even though Eric was under Arkham at the moment, he was still under his surveillance.
"Come on, Eric." He smiled, as if to say to himself, "Prove yourself to me, let me see what you're capable of." ā
Eric yelled almost at the top of his throat, desperately trying to break free from the two monsters of the living dead. He looked straight in Raven's direction, his desire to break free from the past trumped anything else.
And then, he really did.
It was as if at this moment, a lock had been unlocked, and the power poured into both arms like a flood that had been accumulated for a long time behind the floodgates. He flicked his arms with all his might, and the two living dead immediately snorted and flew away as he threw them away, and disappeared into the darkness.
Eric himself was stunned as he saw that the black metal parts with red stripes had climbed up his arms at the moment of exertion, covering the parts of his arms.
"Unlocked." The electronic prompt sounded again, and it was like a heavenly sound to him at this moment, "The hibernation is over, and the Yamozhuo system is back online." ā
The armor, which had been silent for a long time, finally reawakened, and the various parts stretched out, wrapping Eric's whole body again after a long time. When the familiar interface of the helmet cover and the electronic display was activated again, Eric realized that this thing was already so important to him.
A group of living dead kneeling on the ground seemed to have been instructed by Black Flame to leap up neatly, and surrounded Eric from all directions like zombies in a zombie movie. Eric turned around without looking back, and swirled with a thousand pounds of strength on one leg, stirring up a hot whirlwind that tore over the nearest enemy.
Immediately after, without hesitation, he chose to switch modes.
ā...... Complete, the truth mode is online. ā
The armor's appearance quickly switches, and the stripes on its chest that symbolize the Wonder Woman mark resemble an eagle with wings outstretched, and the background color changes to red. With a wave of his arm, the sharp long sword "brushed" out of its sheath, and the cold sword qi seemed to dispel the scorching heat of the hellish flames.
More of the living dead swarmed in, but he didn't pay any attention to it. Eric's body moved, like a silver snake scurrying into the jungle, and everywhere the silver light went, people were turning on their backs. He leaped on the shoulders of a living dead, like a dagger flicking a silver arc, towards the raven's position in mid-air.
The blade flickered, the magical chains snapped, and Eric fell with Raven in his arms, her body as light as a feather.
After seeing Eric's movements on the monitoring screen, the mysterious man in front of the screen couldn't help but move forward a little closer, staring at the reading on the side of the instrument for a long time.
Then he burst out laughing.
"Haha! I'm underestimating you, Eric! What a surprise! He couldn't help but be excited, "Maybe you're really a genius!" ā