"Ahem......" Even though his chest and abdomen were pierced at the same time, Cyril still didn't stop his movements. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On his right arm, elbow, wrist, and fist, three black magic arrays flashing with faint white light appeared at the same time,

When England's head was hit by Cyrill's punch, it instantly exploded into a ball of lightning, and blue-purple electric light spread around.

The remnants of the punch were gone, and the remaining mana smashed into the ground and picked up countless stones and soil, and the dusty scene was spectacular.

Cyril withdrew his fist and grabbed England's chest with both hands and slammed him into the ground.

Struggling to get up, England began to gather a lot of mana in an attempt to recover from his injuries.

After this weird elementalization, Cyril can rise to England on a physical level, but his magical nature is not as domineering as England's for some reason.

And for the first time, he didn't have a good way to try to mix the magic power into England's body, which caused England to recover not slowly, although England looked more seriously injured.

It's just that the injury of the skull being smashed is quite serious, and even if it is an elementalized body, England is quite difficult to recover.

Raising his foot and rushing forward, Cyril raised his right leg high and whipped it the waist of England, who had not yet been able to get up.

England was slammed into the wall by a kick, Cyril's two fists turned into three or four turns, and they were wrapped in thick armor, and he jumped to England and smashed them down one punch after another.

"Hey, do you feel it? It looks like the ground is shaking......" One of the werewolves sitting in the audience suddenly felt the ground tremble slightly under his feet, and he turned to his companion sitting next to him in shock.

Nodding, the barbarian sitting next to him replied, "Yes, his attack is crazy, isn't it! Fortunately, McDowell used elementalization, otherwise with his weak mage body, he might have been beaten into minced meat!"

With each punch, Cyril threw a punch at England, and the ground trembled slightly, something that everyone in the audience could feel.

England could only clench his arms in front of him in an attempt to reduce the damage, but every time he received a punch from McDowell, some lightning would explode from his body.

With every trace of thunder and lightning leaking, England could clearly feel that the magic power in his body was losing a lot.

He was even surprised to find that his elementalized body already felt a little weak.

Just when England felt that he was about to run out, he finally finished repairing his severed head.

Seizing a gap in Cyril's punch attack, England pressed his hands the floor and retreated backwards to dodge Cyril's attack.

He spun around in midair, his feet stomping into the air, and his body turned into a bolt of lightning that pierced Cyril's abdomen in an instant.

Before he could react, Cyril let out a muffled snort, and then he felt a sharp pain in his jaw, which turned out to be England who had hit him in the abdomen and kicked him in the chin.

Cyril, who was kicked in the air, turned around and tried to attack, only to find that the figure of England Mu, who was still in front of him, had disappeared again.

With a flash of lightning, Cyril saw that his left and right little arms were severed together, and there were several traces of lightning spreading through the fracture.

Cyril's first instinct was not to repair the injury, he stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the few remaining stone bricks on the ground suddenly cracked, and he kicked his left foot backwards hard.

However, his full kick only barely grazed England's body, leaving a few lightning flashes, and the arms covered with thunder and lightning that dodged his attack threw dozens of punches in one go.

Defenseless, Cyril was knocked out of the way, repaired his arm in mid-air, and landed on the ground with one hand to do a few somersaults in the air before landing on his feet again.

A few bloodshots crept up in the pupils of "Sizzle...... and Cyril found that with the passage of time, the negative emotions in his heart were also growing wildly at a rate of tens, if not hundreds of times.

Originally, he thought that he had just been completely caught in anger and was already at the limit, but now he realized that he was too naïve, and anger not only occupied his heart, but even began to eat his reason.

Cyril felt that if he couldn't settle the fight in three or two minutes, and then hurry up and breathe, he might soon be reduced to a killing machine that had lost all his mind.

This did happen once a long time ago, when he first transformed into the Dark Knight.

However, when he first became a dark knight, he was just an ordinary alchemy puppet, although his strength was very strong at that time, but there was still an upper limit to both magic and physical strength.

But now he was almost one with the mud of sin, though the Edler coin separated the mud that devoured him from his magic and restored him to a flawless body.

However, Adler's coin can break the two apart, but it cannot remove the mud of sin from his body.

The sin still hovering in his body began to erode the next moment Ciriel was restored by Adler's coin.

And because of the reason why it was eroded by the mud of sin last time, the speed of the mud of sin is quite fast this time, incredibly fast.

So Cyril didn't react at all, his body had returned to normal for a moment, and he had always thought that his body was being eroded by the mud of sin.

In fact, the mud of sin is now almost merging with him, and the erosion is even higher than it was before Adler's coins were used.

And for this reason, Cyril can now be said to be almost infinite in both physical strength and magic.

If his sanity was completely devoured at this time, then he, who was close to immortality and had unlimited physical strength and magic power, would definitely turn into the most terrifying demon of all time.

"Calm down, stay calm......" Even though his mouth kept muttering like this, Cyril still sensed that his heart was being controlled by the inexplicable anger that surged up.

The desire to destroy continued to rise from the bottom of Cyril's heart, and he now felt like he was about to lose control of himself.

The Mud-of-Sin is such a terrible thing that even mythical professionals don't want to touch, and even demons are afraid of it like a snake and scorpion.

"Drink!!" Cyril was standing still, trying to suppress the anger that was surging up in his heart, trying to regain his senses, and England let out a cry of rage, and his body rushed towards Cyril like an arrow off the string.

The body was slightly lower, and Cyril's right fist slammed into England who was rushing towards him, but the extremely fast England changed direction in mid-air, narrowly dodging Cyril's attack, and at the same time slammed his knee on Cyril's chest.

Cyril's body was knocked backwards, and before Cyril could adjust his stance in mid-air, England punched him in the waist twice in a row, grabbing his body and smashing him to the side.

After landing on the ground, England took a deep breath, and he made a few movements in his hand and placed it in front of him, only to see a blue-purple ** magic circle with a diameter of about half a meter immediately appear in front of his palms.

He opened his mouth and spat out a large cloud of thunder and lightning breath, which suddenly expanded more than three times after penetrating the magic array.

Seeing that the thunderbolt was about to hit Cyril who fell to the ground, Cyril actually stood up with one hand on the ground and turned around.

He clawed his hands in front of him, and the thunderbolt spat smashed into his hand and immediately collapsed in all directions, but there was still a large amount of lightning spreading through his arms and rushing into his body.

Raising his head suddenly, Cyril raised his right hand high, only to see several black thunderbolts crawling on his empty right arm.

After waving his hand and throwing out a large ball of black lightning, Cyril let out a breath and thought with the last sanity he had, "I see, after devouring magic, in addition to recovering my own injuries and physical strength, it seems that I can also absorb some of his strength." ”

After waving his hand and injuring the black thunderbolt, England, who was about to attack, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

After taking a few deep breaths, frowning, feeling the sharp pain in his chest, England frowned and thought, "What? has you reached your limit so quickly...... The consumption of this ability of elementalization is really large enough!Can the top-level Thundering Stone only last less than an hour...... Forget it, let's settle the battle quickly!"

Thinking of this, England raised his feet and rushed towards Cyril, and in the process of charging, an idea crossed his mind that he thought was quite interesting.

A punch to Cyrill's face, sending him stumbling back a few steps, England raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, shouting, "Throw in the towel, it's your honor to lose at the hands of my Sylvia McDowell." ”

Being able to borrow the name of the Zero he hates the most to kill Zero, so that no one knows his true identity even after he dies, and then he can continue to use the identity of Zero to continue to swagger, thinking of this, England suddenly felt a strange pleasure.

The punch he swung out vigorously was grabbed by Cyril's hand, and looking at the eyes that were set like black gems on his slowly raised face, there was a chilling glow, and England couldn't help but shiver all over his body.