Chapter 470: The Consequences of Trying to Control the Muddy of Sin

"What's going on...... Why did this sudden surge of feelings?" "When all kinds of negative emotions welled up in Cyril's heart, he almost instantly felt that something was wrong, this terrible feeling came too suddenly, and he couldn't do anything effective to prevent it for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

And as the negative emotions continue to surge, Cyril feels that his sanity is getting weaker and weaker, and even about to be washed away.

Bowing slightly, Cyril pressed his masked face to the ground as he let out a muffled growl.

"No, how can there be so many negative emotions pouring up, damn it...... Is this the power of the mud of sin?"

After noticing that Cyril seemed to be lying down in pain, England, who was standing across from him to guard against his sudden attack, had a smile on his face.

With a low cry in his mouth, England turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Cyril, although Cyril who was lying on the ground felt the magic that attacked him, but he had almost exhausted all his energy in order to resist the sudden surge of negative emotions at this time, and there was no way to resist England's attack.

In the midst of the exclamations of the crowd of spectators, England's right hand, which appeared behind Cyril, instantly pierced his chest, and at the same time reached out and tore off his newly recovered left arm.

This level of pain was not enough to break Cyril's heart, and while he barely suppressed the mud of sin, he turned around and punched England, who was hit by England rolling over in the air and landing on the ground with both feet on the ground several steps in succession before unloading the force.

A tyrannical look crossed his pupils, and he shook his head hurriedly, Cyril quickly took a few deep breaths, and after being pierced through his chest by England just now, he suddenly felt a little angry in his heart.

However, this could only be regarded as a slight feeling of anger, and after the increase through the mud of sin, the terrible anger almost crushed his reason, and if it weren't for Cyril's strong will, he would have been unable to maintain his sanity by now.

"Calm down, you must be calm, you must keep your mind calm at this time. It seems that in addition to triggering negative emotions without warning, the mud of sin also seems to increase the negative emotions in my heart several times, and if I can't keep calm at this time, then I guess I will soon fall into endless anger. ā€

While thinking, Cyril stood up and took a few deep breaths, and just as he was trying to find a way to keep himself calm, England, who had already stood up, let out an angry roar, and the thunder and lightning breath gushing out of his mouth instantly pierced Cyril's shoulder.

While being pierced through the shoulder, Cyril did not directly rush to counterattack, but immediately pulled back.

Sure enough, at the same time as he pulled back, England's next attack arrived.

The successive thunderbolt spears grazed his body and smashed into the ground, if he hadn't dodged in time, it is estimated that he would have been poked into a sieve.

Holding the thought of reciprocal courtesy, Cyril clenched his hands into fists and pushed forward, and the fan-shaped shock wave suddenly swept away, and England jumped up with a slight step under his feet, easily dodging Cyril's attack.

After leaping into the air, England swung his arms one after another, and the furious lightning turned into sharp blades that swept through everything.

His right hand was raised high, and all the thunder and lightning falling from the sky were concentrated in England's hand, and the two fingers of his right hand stretched out and waved down vigorously, and he shouted in his mouth: "Destroy him with an indestructible blade, Axe of Thunder!"

Under the Thunder Axe, which had a violent impact, half of Cyril's body disappeared in an instant, and a low cry came out of his mouth, and a black pillar of light about half a meter in diameter rose from the ground.

However, this blow to the black pillar of light, which can make the barrier tremble for a few points, did not succeed in hitting England because of its slow speed.

"Give up, it's impossible to hit me at your speed. ā€

Although Cyril himself knew about it, when this matter came out of England's mouth, it still made him feel a little angry.

After keenly realizing that he seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions again, Cyril took a deep breath and hurriedly stopped attacking to adjust his emotions.

Although England Mu didn't know his situation, he definitely wouldn't give Cyril time to adjust, England Mu rushed to Cyril's side with a twist, he squatted down with his legs slightly apart, and with the help of twisting power, his right fist slammed into Cyril's chest like a pile driver.

Even after the elementalization, Cyril could clearly feel the power of this blow, and at the same time, a hole more than ten centimeters in diameter instantly appeared in Cyril's chest.

Grabbing Cyril's head and throwing him against the wall to the side, England let out several lightning breaths that shimmered with blue-white light, sending Cyril's body in mid-air to spin.

After watching Cyril sink into the wall on the side, England chuckled, he didn't want to think too much about it now, anyway, his brutal appearance was seen by the surrounding audience, and his original purpose was to kill Sylvia.

After going through the series of events just now, England has confirmed that the person in front of him is Sylvia nine times out of ten, so as long as he is killed, it doesn't matter if he doesn't participate in the next game.

Just when England, who had such thoughts, rushed towards Cyril at a very fast speed, he suddenly felt an inexplicable nervousness and panic.

In the midst of the audience's exclamations, a palm burning with black flames reached out from the ruins, grabbed England's head and pressed it to the ground, and Cyril slowly crawled out of the rubble with the smashed stone bricks flying around.

By this time, Cyril had completely changed his appearance, not only had his limbs become slightly slender, but he had suddenly appeared on his body a coat that seemed to be made of pure black flames, leaving black flame shoe prints on the ground he walked on.

The most obvious thing is his half-white, half-black mask, which was still flickering and changing in the other half of white just now, but now it has all turned black.

At this point, Cyril could not find a single color other than black on his entire body, except for the whites of his eyeballs.

With a breath through the mask, along with Cyril's breathing, England, who had already been elementalized, could clearly feel the temperature around his body drop several degrees in an instant, and even he could see the slight frost on the ground next to him.

"How is this possible!He should be a dark elemental, why did he become like this?" England, who felt a sharp pain in his skull, was not able to fight back at first, but could not understand what was happening in front of him.

"Dead ......" When this cold word was spoken by Cyril through the mask, England was surprised to find that the magic in his body was actually being plundered or devoured by the slightest bit through Cyril's palm, although the speed was not fast, but his strength was indeed gradually decreasing.

"Yes, yes, although I am still half-hanging, but I can finally barely use some devouring power. But with that level of play, there's no point in fighting him! After all, he doesn't have much hope of winning no matter how you look at it. After seeing the slight change in Cyril's body, Kaos muttered to himself with a little emotion.

When they saw that the battle on the field was finally one-sided, the audience had the idea of 'ah, it's finally over.'"

After all, the battle between these two monsters with considerable physical strength and magic power is very long, at least twice as long as the last battle, and judging from the current situation, it is difficult to say whether these two will fight for more than ten hours.

And Bag, who was sitting in a very back position, shook his head helplessly, Cyril's current situation was beyond his imagination.

"I've told this kid a hundred times that it's the greatest luck to be able to suppress the mud of sin, and he even wants to try to master the mud of sin. Now this situation really makes me helpless, and if there is no opportunity, it is hard to say whether this kid will be swallowed by the mud of sin. ā€

"Thunderball!!" Realizing that if he didn't break free from Cyril's restraints, he would be devoured cleanly, and a strong thunderbolt suddenly erupted from his body, sweeping a large area around him.

After escaping from Cyrill's grasp, England jumped and slammed his right foot on Cyril's skull.

Cyril snorted as he fell backwards, grabbing England's ankle and slamming him to the ground.

When England, who was thrown to the ground, was about to get up and climb up, Cyril spun around with one hand and kicked England's waist.

After kicking England away, Cyril kept his head down with one hand on the ground, and spat out a cloud of black flames from his mouth.

England, who had no time to dodge in midair, was instantly engulfed by the flames, and at the same time, two blue-white lightning bolts pierced the flames and pierced Cyril's thigh and left chest.

Cyril, who had been battered, said nothing, landed with one hand and landed on both feet, and then rushed towards England.

"Accept the fate of death!" Cyril slammed his left fist into England's head.

"Your fate is death!" "Without dodging or dodging, England's fists spread thunder and lightning and slammed into Cyril's chest.