Boom!

There was a dull loud noise, as if it shook the entire world. I saw that Tyrone's black armor suddenly twisted and deformed, and was squeezed into a ball by the force field. Immediately after that, the force field collapsed into a black hole, absorbing the last remnants of his body into it, and disappeared without a trace. In front of the temple, only the blood-red greatsword was still suspended in the void, flipped a few times and fell to the ground. Make a bang.

The blood pupil lowered her right hand and let out a long breath.

He's a little out of strength. Although the battle just now was short, it was extremely expensive. And although he was freed from the shackles, Tyrone's attacks were still in effect, constantly hurting his spirit.

Speaking of which, Tyrone is really dangerous, and his attack is actually directly aimed at the consciousness. As soon as an enemy is hit, the enemy will subconsciously think that his body is cut off. Therefore, even if the body is intact, it will still be in a state of disability and serious injury. And Tyrone took advantage of this, disguised it as soul damage.

This is, of course, deceiving. If it's really soul damage, how can Blood Pupil win?

You must know that the so-called soul damage of the Dao is the real damage, and there is no absolute damage that is exempt from any resistance. True damage is unflawed in the Mercenary system's profile, and it also has the property of eternal destruction. For example, if a person's arm is severed by a real injury, then he will never be able to recover from any medical treatment, even if he uses any ability. His arm will be gone forever and will not be rejoined.

So, if Tyrone can do real damage, then even the Blood Pupil will have to hate it.

It's a pity that he's just a disguise. His real means is consciousness harm.

Although this is also very powerful, it is too far from the real damage. So when the blood pupil found out about this scam, he used the simplest and most violent method to solve everything.

Clash of wills!

With pure will, force yourself to believe that your body is not hurt. There is nothing special about this method, and the competition is the strength of the will. If the will is weak, it will have no effect, and if the will is strong, it will be restored instantly. (Equivalent to hypnosis and self-hypnosis.) ）

Of course, because all confrontation happens to you. Injuries are inevitable. At this moment, the blood pupil is in a state of mental damage, and both reactions and thoughts are no longer sharp. A period of rest is required to recover.

But the battle is over......

Looking at the twin siblings in the temple, the blood pupils twitched the corners of their mouths. Said softly. "Wait...... I'll get you out......"

"No, Brother Bloodpupil......" Little Posey was the first to call out, his voice full of anxiety.

"Run!"

"You haven't killed him yet! Run! ”

What the!?

The blood pupil was stunned for a moment, and he felt a red light suddenly pass behind him, and there was actually an extra sword tip on his chest. The intense pain ripped at his nerves like a landslide and tsunami, quickly taking away his strength......

In a state of almost coma, the blood pupil struggled to gather his qi, a little bit. Little by little, I turned my head back.

He saw the 'enemy'.

It was a blood-red, great sword......

Yes, only one sword. No one held it, so it hovered alone behind the Blood Pupil, one end of which was inserted into the Blood Pupil's vest. Above the sword body, countless faces appeared, letting out bursts of screams. At this time, the blood pupil heard it, it was not a cry of pain, but a smug voice. Insidious laughter.

The hilt of the greatsword began to emit countless points of light, and then little by little, it condensed to take on a vague human form.

Unlike Tyrone, the Angel of Death, she has a perfect look. Bumpy figure. The armor on his body was not black, but beautiful sky blue, like a crystal of crystal. Mysterious and intricate runes glitter on the armor, exuding power. But there is a mysterious atmosphere.

She was beautiful, but she was hazy. It feels a bit like Qingyue, but it is a little less elegant than Qingyue. A little more feminine.

"My name is Mostina, Your Royal Highness the Honorable Hades, meet you for the first time, greetings to you......"

"You ......" Blood Hitomi wanted to speak, but his strength slipped away quietly, making it difficult for him to even breathe. The blood-colored blade in his body was emitting cold energy, penetrating little by little, destroying his flesh. This energy is very sinister because it is not just destructive, but also has the dual effect of polluting and containing. Under its attack, even the colonized enhanced cells fell into dormancy. No longer provides the amount of force.

"I know you have a lot of questions. But don't worry, I've got you covered. Mostyna said with a smile, personable. But her right hand turned at the same time, and she used the blade of her sword to dig another wound in the blood pupil's body. At this time, the blade was already close to the heart, and with a flick of her wrist, the life of the blood pupil would end.

"What a beautiful heartbeat. You've intoxicated me......" Mostina's smile grew sweeter as she said slowly. "I hear the anger in your soul, is it because you failed to win? The dignity of the strong annoys you? ”

"It's really unnecessary, because you're not failing. Tyrone is dormant and can be expected to not wake up for a long time. So you're the winner, and I'm ...... It can only be said that it was an accident. ”

"An accident that I controlled." Mostyna said with a smile, getting closer to the blood pupil. Stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the earlobe of the blood pupil.

"How nice...... The smell of warmth, which I haven't felt for a long time. ”

"Do you know the way? I have been following you ever since you entered the Nine Heavens. I have seen your redemption of the doom angels, and I have seen your actions towards the wild breeders. I know that you are not actually the king of Hades, but you are somewhat similar to him, and there are some inexplicable connections. ”

"The true Immortal is dead, I'm not sure. for he died in battle before my eyes. I could have helped him, but I didn't ......"

"I stood in his shadow and watched him die. The only thing I regret is that he didn't look at me until the moment he died in battle. Maybe he doesn't care about me at all. He was so proud, so powerful. With or without my help, he will fight. ”

"It's a pity that I didn't see the remorse of the strongest person in the universe. Otherwise, I would have been intoxicated for many years. ”

Mostina's fingers slid little by little onto the bloody pupil's face, rubbing slightly. "But I'm lucky, aren't I? Because when I had regrets, you appeared. You have his face, his breath, even some of his strength. Being able to see your remorse can also fulfill my little wish. ”

"So, regret it...... Pain, right...... It would be nice if there were more prayers and wailing......"

"Here, surrender to me......"

"My name is Mostina, the eighth highest heaven, the angel of darkness." (To be continued......)