The blood pupil stood quietly in the black mist, his hands had left the ground, and the expansion of the dark source land tended to stop.

I saw that the surface of the rotting flesh began to dry up, and little by little it turned into a black-brown hard substance. Ten figures appeared in the black mist, standing or crouching, staring at Trius with malicious eyes.

Their bodies were covered with scars, and blood flowed from them, but they were all as if they couldn't feel it. Radiates a gaze of hunger and greed. Trius shuddered involuntarily. He knew that gaze, the kind of gaze that was looking at the prey, assessing the prey. Maybe in the eyes of these people, he is the prey.

It's just that how can a glorious man accept such humiliation?

"Come on!" Trius snorted, condensing a spear of light from his hand again. "You have been defeated by our people in the past, and you will be defeated by me today. The Force of Light is your nemesis, has the years made you forget your original fears? ”

"I'll make you remember." Trius said. Then, with a stretch of hand, he threw a spear of light at one of the people in the black mist. It was a conqueror, and Trius clearly remembered that he had killed the most in the battle just now, and he had single-handedly taken over nearly half of the spirit puppets. Its combat power is strong, and its posture is crazy, it is simply unforgettable.

However, he was also the most decadent after leaving the fight. The whole person squatted lazily on the ground, as if he had lost his spirit.

In the face of the spear of light shot by Trius, he just grinned and grabbed it with one hand. The spear of light rattled in the palm of his hand, scorching his skin, but he couldn't move.

"Don't work in vain." He said lazily, actually raising his left hand and throwing aside the right hand that was holding the light spear. Only then did he say solemnly. "This kind of thing was really dangerous a long time ago. But I'm already dead. Have you ever seen anyone who is still afraid of light after death? Prepare to face our king with this strength. ”

"You're not afraid?" Trius's eyes narrowed. "Then why are you trembling?"

Yes, the man was indeed trembling, but if you look closely, you will find out. It wasn't him who was trembling, but the tattered costume on his body. Under the broken protein armor, the enhancer cells are desperately wriggling, as if they want to escape from the light spear not far away, and not only that, but inside the tissue module, there seems to be a mournful cry of the enhancer cells.

It's an unrealistic cry that only a decadent man, or Trius, can feel.

The man was because he was the master of the garment, and Trius was because he was prepared. In the midst of the secrets of the Boca people. It has been documented that the Light Force has restrained the strengthened cells. Especially those newly prepared colonization suits, they will be eroded by the Light Force without even a trace of resistance.

This is also a secret of the Light Force, because the Light Force is not actually light, but a spiritual body. It is similar to the presence of enhanced cells. It's just that it survives with the spiritual plane, and strengthens the cellular survival with the material plane. So it's no joke that the Light Force is the nemesis of strengthening cells. Once eroded, it may destroy the original genetic structure of the strengthening cell in an instant.

But what Trius didn't expect was that when he heard his words, the decadent man just let out an oh and said to the air. "Be honest. Don't move. ”

Moment. His garment stopped trembling. It's like a weak person who has found support. Steadfastness is sighing.

Trius's pupils contracted suddenly, and he asked involuntarily. "Who are you?"

With such a strong will and control. This decadent man is definitely not an ordinary person!

But the decadent man didn't seem to hear it, but just pulled out a bone spur from his body and put it in his mouth. I looked up at the sky.

"It's getting dawn......"

Trius looked up, isn't it going to be light?

The black fog of the Dark Source created a pitch-black sky. But as the Lands of Dark Source gradually died. The black mist is no longer spraying. The black fog in the sky is gradually dissipating, and it is estimated that in a while, the artificial sunlight of Void City will be able to shine in.

But. What does this have to do with your own problems?

Trius wondered in his heart, and before he could speak, he heard the decadent man sigh.

"Our lives. You can't see the sun. ”

"So our name doesn't make sense."

With that, he staggered to his feet and spat bone spurs to the ground. "You don't have to bother, we won't fight you. In fact, by this time we should have disappeared too. The only thing you have to worry about is our king. ”

"I'm going to lose?" Trius asked dismissively. He has the will of the universe to help, and as long as these conquerors disappear, he is really not afraid of blood pupils. As for the power of the abyss or something, didn't you see that the black fog was about to dissipate? This shows that under the isolation of the will of the universe, the abyss has been weakened. There is no possibility of a turnaround.

From the beginning of the war to the present, the war situation has been full of twists and turns. When he saw that all the spiritual puppets he relied on had been killed, Trius was in despair. I didn't expect to get such an answer. Now that the conquerors are all gone, don't you say that you have the chance to win?

But he noticed that when he said this, the gaze in the decadent man's eyes swept by.

It was a sneering gaze, like a mockery of an idiot.

Then the decadent man said to Trius crisply. "See you again, oh no, goodbye!"

As he spoke, his body began to blur, and then turned into a dense black mist and threw it at the blood pupils behind him. And the same goes for the other conquerors. Ten black mist returned to the blood pupil one after another, and there was no longer any trace of them in the field.

These ten powerful conquerors disappeared in front of Trius like a nightmare.

The blood pupil tilted its head and opened its eyes.

He didn't watch the battle just now, because he wanted to maintain the vitality of the Dark Source Land. At the same time, it is also an unfair battle, a spiritual puppet blessed to the peak state by the will of the universe against the conqueror who lacks backup. The only thing Blood Pupil can do is trust them. Believe in the will of the ancient Crodir, even if it is ten thousand years, it will not weaken.

As it turned out, his trust was correct.

The conquerors have done their job perfectly, and now, it's their turn.

They eventually turned into black mist, replenishing the power of the abyss that was about to dry up. At the same time, it also gave him the capital to fight. In fact, at this moment, the will of the universe has also begun to withdraw from this void. It also can't stay in one place for long. So the opportunities for both sides are basically equal. And the advantage of the blood pupil is that at this moment, he is no longer the abyss monster just now. And back to the ontology.

The power of the abyssal monster is very strong, but it relies too much on instinct, too blind, and has no reason.

The blood pupil's strength is relatively weak, but he is more acute and pure.

This loss of control helped him a lot, allowing him to understand the power of the abyss more and integrate more closely with the abyss.

The only thing he had to do now was to dispel the whirlpool in the sky, that cosmic will that was always on him.

It's not that hard? Isn't it?

The blood pupils suddenly flashed with a hint of realization, and then he tightened his chest and abdomen, and threw a fist into the sky...... (To be continued......)

PS: The knife has been updated unsteadily in the past few days, because the knife has some problems with its body, and the heart seems to be in trouble, and there has been irregular heartbeat, chest tightness, and chest pain for two consecutive days. It can be the cause of excessive fatigue. So I didn't write when I was tired.

As for the decadent man who appears in this section, Knife has not yet given him a name. Why what, because when I wrote about this man, I suddenly felt that this image was well conceived, and maybe I could continue to be plump and be the protagonist of the next book. However, at the moment, because his conception is not yet perfect, and the form of battle, emotion, and daily life has not yet been finalized, it is difficult to say. Let's try it out. Ha Lu Ha ......