Among the countless epic crowns with a wide variety of abilities, Cyril's Sword of Desire can be regarded as one of the most terrifying epic crowns. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Sword of Desire will give back to Cyril whatever power he desires, but it won't be a long-term solution.

Because the Sword of Desire asks for a reward for every return of power, the greater the power requested, the higher the price to pay.

After discovering the unusual sharpness of Cyril's sword, Diablo's fighting methods suddenly became cautious.

Wielding his greatsword, he slashed forward, but after being easily dodged by Diablo, Cyril slammed his sword to the ground and began to gasp for air.

As a mage, and also a mage who is super weak in melee combat, Cyril is now able to fight Diablo head-on, naturally because of the special ability of the Sword of Desire, after holding the sword tightly, he begged for a strong melee power.

However, since he had never fought Diablo in close quarters before, Cyril did not know the true strength of the squatting.

Even though the Sword of Desire gave him a very strong physical combat power, it was still much worse than Diablopin.

If it weren't for the powerful sharpness of the Sword of Desire, Diablo, who had no scruples, would have already crushed Cyril to slag.

Seizing an opportunity, Diablo stretched out his left claw and clamped the blade of the Sword of Desire in Cyril's hand.

Faced with Diablo's formidable power, Cyril had no way to snatch the sword out of his hand, whether he pulled or pulled.

Diablo's left claw pushed Cyril's body up a little, and then swung his right fist forward hard, smashing it into Cyril's defenseless abdomen.

Speaking of which, his punch was only the strongest in his usual state, and it was about the same as the strength of the previous attack on Paul.

However, Cyril, who had a weak defense, would definitely not be able to block this punch, and his abdomen was dented to the extent that it was visible to the naked eye.

With the sound of bone cracking, Cyril vomited a large mouthful of blood, and then his limbs naturally drooped, and he appeared to have lost consciousness.

Releasing the left claw that clamped the blade of the Sword of Desire, Diablo shook his head and said, "It's a pity, if you're full, maybe...... You can lose a little slower. ”

The arrogant Diablo didn't think he would lose, but the Cyril he had just killed was too weak, which made him a little disappointed.

"Damn...... In that case, Harrow, Andrista, Vanessa, Tap, and Uncle Matthew will all be killed by these guys!"

“...... If only I could be a little stronger...... More power!Stronger body!Endless magic!!"

As soon as he took a few steps forward, Diablo felt the force behind him, which even he could call ominous.

Squinted his long, narrow eyes slightly, and his vertical pupils stared at Cyril, who was already struggling to get up behind him.

At this time, Cyril's whole body was wrapped in a magic that was as black as ink, a magic that even light could not penetrate into it, not even Diablo had ever seen it.

The heavy mana covered Cyril's body, the same lava magic that Diablo had wrapped around his fist.

This same very condensed magic is wrapped around Cyril in the form of mud, and although it doesn't look good, the power contained in it is unquestionable.

Crossing his arms, Diablo asked with some doubts: "What kind of thing is your kid? This posture is definitely not something that humans can have!"

Of course, Diablo's question could not be answered, not because Cyril didn't want to deal with it, but because he couldn't hear Diablo's voice at this time.

Although he struggled to get up, the power fed back to Cirel by the Sword of Desire was too great for his body or mind to accept.

"Boy, do you need help?" said Gandora's voice in Cyril's head.

Cyril, who had been poisoned by the erosion of his magic, was already a little confused, but the sound of Gandora ringing made him wake up immediately.

However, this lucidity was limited to the spiritual sea, and he was still unable to connect his spirit and body.

"Lord Gandora, what's wrong with me?" Cyril didn't seem to understand the current situation.

Gandora's helpless voice sounded: "You kid is really, knowing that the power of your sword is beyond your imagination, you still beg for such a powerful power, and now you can't control it, right?"

"Is it a backlash......?"

"You're wrong, it's not a backlash, it's just that your sprout-like mental power can't control the body that has gained great power, and the real backlash is yet to come!"

"So what do you kid want to do now, do you want me to help you?" asked Gandora with a grin.

"I must need your help, Lord Gandora, otherwise what choice would I have? The situation was so critical, but Gandora still looked unhurried, which made Cyril a little angry, but he didn't dare to show it.

"If I don't help you, you have a way to fight, in short, you have two options now. ”

"The first one is that I don't help you, let your own body instinctively control your body to fight. This has the advantage of being able to fully exert the combat power that the Sword of Desire gives you, but since instinct does not take into account the damage of the body itself, it is very likely that you will be abolished after the battle. ”

"As for the second option, it's to let Uncle Ben help you. In this way, you can control this power to a certain extent. However, for various reasons, it is possible that these powerful magic powers may shrink by a large part. And your body is very weak originally, even after obtaining the temporary bonus of the Sword of Desire, it is estimated that half of it will be scrapped after the battle, but it is better than being completely scrapped. ”

After a few seconds of silence, Cyril asked, "So if you help me, Lord Gandora, will I be able to win the battle with this demon head-on?"

"Well...... The demon in front of your kid is an out-and-out demon god level, although for some reason, it has not obtained the title of the seventy-two pillar demon god. But the real combat power is even stronger than some of the demon scum among the seventy-two pillar demon gods. ”

"Although it is only one of its clones that has descended on the main plane this time, its combat power can still reach the peak of the legend, and if you let you control this body yourself, the success rate of victory is probably only ...... Twenty percent!"

"Twenty percent, so little!?" Cyril asked in disbelief, "But I've already gained such great power, how can I only have a twenty percent chance of winning?"

"You're thinking too much, if you just talk about your current magic power and physical strength, you are about eighty percent of Diablo's. However, your combat methods and experience are simply too lacking, and if you use the first method, you should be able to increase your win rate to about 50%. With a sigh, Gandora said a little indifferently.

"Fifty percent...... If I use the first method, will there be any consequences other than my body being crippled after the battle?" Determined to protect everyone, Cyril's scales were already inclined to choose the first method.

However, Gandora's next answer made him completely dispel this idea: "Yes, after the first method you use, your spirit will be immersed in the spiritual sea, that is, the battle is completely controlled by your instinct, and you will not be able to distinguish who is the enemy. When you find that you can't win, it's not impossible to use mass destruction magic or self-detonation to try to settle the battle. ”

"Didn't you say something so important earlier?" Cyril shouted angrily, then he shook his head and said in a low tone, "In that case, then I choose the second one, my power is obtained to protect everyone, and I can't hurt others because of this power." ”

"Wow...... Your kid's answer is disgusting, get out of here, I'll help you get it now. Gandora said in a very unhappy voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, Cyril felt a suction force dragging him towards the outside world. In the next moment, his vision changed, only to find that he had returned to his body.

"Hmph, have you found yourself? I didn't expect your mental strength to be quite strong. Diablo was disappointed to find that Cyril's consciousness was asleep.

An unconscious warrior is no different from a beast, but after discovering that Cyril has found himself, Diablo is quite satisfied.

Feeling the tremendous power coming from all over his body, Cyril smiled and said, "Now I'll let you see my true strength." ”

As the words fell, Cyril sprang out with a thud, feeling the breeze blowing beside him, Cyril swung the sword in his right hand and slammed it into Diablo's chest.

Diablo dodged Cyril's attack with a slight sideways turn, and at the same time he turned left and slapped Cyril on the back, knocking him forward for a few hundred meters before stopping.

"I said, are you a little too confident, and everyone else will get used to it first after gaining such great strength. What do you think about coming up and attacking without saying a word......" Shaking his head, Diablo said disappointedly.

Standing up and spitting blood to the side, Cyril twisted his neck, looking at the many black ** forces that had faded around his body, he frowned and thought, "Is this what Master Gandora called shrinkage? I feel that this magic power is indeed not as powerful as I felt in the spiritual sea just now." ”

Seeing that Cyril didn't move for a long time, Diablo didn't say anything, it rushed towards Cyril, and a roaring crimson thunderbolt spread from its left paw. (To be continued.) )