The beads of sweat on Hans' forehead became more and more obvious. He was keenly aware of the change in Imoden's attitude after his seemingly random words. If he had been interested in Hans's proposal before, he had now lost his patience. Rose and the lancers quickly became alert, and the atmosphere between the two sides became more and more tense.
Imoden put the mask back on his face. Facing the Samsara travelers who were filled with fear and anxiety, he glanced at them coldly, then slowly turned around and walked in the direction of the sunset, dragging his black robe that dragged on the ground.
Among the Samsara travelers of Rose and the lancers, a knight wearing plate armor with his face hidden under a helmet exchanged a look with Hans. Suddenly, with his back facing Imoden, he knelt down on one knee, drew out a knight's sword from his waist, and chanted in German, "I swear to treat the weak with kindness!"
A thin girl stood beside him and chanted a secret word at Imoden's back. Behind her, a huge phantom bear appeared and roared at Imoden's back. Three wolf spirits pounced and bit at Imoden's calf. Hans picked up the giant axe behind him and stood in front of the girl, while the wolf spirits followed closely behind.
"I swear to fight bravely against * * * * *," the knight recited the second oath.
Dai Shan drew out the wand hidden in her sleeve and shouted at Imoden, "Avada takes your life!" A green spiritual light shot out from the tip of her wand, drawing a spiral curve in the air, and hit Imoden's back. The three wolf spirits followed and tore the black robe into pieces.
"I swear to fight for the unarmed!" The knight's sword in the knight's hand glowed, illuminating the path ahead.
There was nothing under Imoden's robe. The black robe that was torn by the wolf spirits also slowly turned into a black mist and dissipated in the air. The knight roared, and a spiritual aura spread to dozens of square meters. Under the cover of the spiritual aura, all the teammates couldn't help but feel refreshed, and their magic power recovered at a rate of dozens of times faster.
"I swear to help anyone who asks me for help!" The knight shouted with all his might. The knight's sword in his hand released a strong holy light, tearing through the darkness. After Imoden disappeared, a huge hole was torn open in the black fog. The knight's Aura of Concentration immediately exploded from his body.
A Holy Knight's eight virtues of humility, honesty, compassion, and valor corresponded to eight experiments. A Holy Knight who practiced the Knight's Oath could unleash a powerful holy power through the oath. This kind of holy power was the nemesis of evil and darkness. For example, in the Rose and the Knight's Spear Team, this Holy Knight who had practiced the fourth ring was a squadron leader even in the high-magic world of Vatican City.
His status was not inferior to that of an ordinary bishop.
Not to mention that he had also strengthened his Paladin class in the Diablo World and had mastered the powerful aura. Although there were only two auras at the moment, with the blessing of the aura, the overall strength of Rose and the Paladin Squad had increased exponentially.
Hans held a giant axe in his hand, the Blood-Sucking Ox King Halberd. As the captain and the absolute core of the Rose and the Knight's Spear Team, Hans was naturally not a simple dark-faced barbarian. In fact, he had inherited the pure barbarian blood of the Germanic people. In the Diablo World, through the ancestral spirit on the Holy Mountain, he had mastered a terrifying ability.
The power of runes!
He was also the only Rune Barbarian in the entire God's Dimension who had mastered the power of runes, a skill that should have been mastered by wizards. Hans roared, "TirEI!" (Rune Word – Steel: Increase weapon level)
With the blessing of the spirit aura and the focus aura, Hans held the giant axe in his hand tightly. The power of light of the Rune EI cut off the entangled darkness in front of him. This was the Dragonroar skill that belonged to Dragonborn. Although Hans did not get the power of the Dragonroar in the Horizon World, he had learned the skill to further release the rune word by chance.
Under the attack of the knight and Hans, the place where Imoden's aura was hidden suddenly exploded with a thick layer of holy power. The powerful positive energy dispelled the negative energy that shrouded them. However, to their disappointment, the place where Imoden disappeared was still empty. The two of them attacked with all their strength, but they could not tear the veil that shrouded Imoden.
"If I was still the me from before …" Imoden's voice came faintly.
"Then you should have won, or at least driven me far away … However, I am no longer the me from before. Now, I have nothing, only hatred and curses. I am riddled with scars, and my soul will never have anything to rely on. He has recreated me! "
Hans's expression was solemn. "Who is he?"
Dai Shan thought she was smart and shouted, "Imoden, we are willing to help you resurrect Ansuna!"
Imoden's voice froze at this moment! He looked at the world with a strange gaze that Hans had never seen before. The burning black flames attached to the sand under his feet and spread out, burning the desert into a sea of fire. Imoden stood in the middle of the sea of fire, finally sacrificing his body to look at the group.
Miss Druid was the first to lose her patience. She commanded the wolf spirit to pounce on Hans, and the bear spirit attached to Hans's body, causing his muscles to swell up and be filled with endless power. However, the wolf spirit was melted by the black flames halfway.
Miss Druid grunted. She suffered a small loss, but she still maintained her fighting strength.
She said, "Be careful, the flames under his feet have an additional spiritual damage!"
"Ansuna!" Imoden sighed in a long tone, as if he was reminiscing and intoxicated. His voice seemed to come from thousands of years ago, directly echoing in everyone's ears … No, it should be directly echoing in everyone's souls. The burning black flames twisted into countless shadows. They were like priests and warriors that accompanied Imoden to the grave. They were like wandering ghosts that intertwined in the air.
"She has left forever …" Imoden said calmly. "She destroyed my only existence and recreated me! She killed the holy cat. Her soul could never enter the underworld and could never rest in peace. She gave me the power of immortality. She killed the sun falcon. She cursed me with the sunlight and gave me the power of darkness. She killed the crocodile. She made me lose the ability to reproduce and gave me endless power. She killed the holy beetle. She made me lose the hope of resurrection forever. She gave me the power of the undead and infinite rebirth. "
"She killed the ram. She made me be abandoned by the gods. Every step I took in Egypt was like stepping on the tip of a knife. Every word I said made me feel like I was eating charcoal. But she also gave me the ability to hide and the power to sense all those who are hiding! "
"Pain makes me strong. Hatred makes me crazy!" Imoden roared.
"I will be fearless. I will do my best to make fear descend on the earth …"
Imhotep looked up to the sky and let out a long howl. Countless ghostly shadows pounced from the sky. Imhotep himself also turned into a dark shadow. Endless murmurs and willpower were exerting all the pain Imhotep had suffered on the Reincarnators. He used his blood-red eyes to stare at the paladin. The paladin looked into Imhotep's eyes. Through those eyes, Imhotep could see the bottomless abyss in his soul.
"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you!"
The paladin's soul, which had been polished like a diamond by the precepts, felt a great pain. Countless chaotic, hateful, evil, and crazy wills shrouded him and drilled into his head.
When Imoden revealed his true form, everyone was shocked!
Twisted horns rolled out from his head. Under the black robe was a pair of hooves like a goat's. His whole body was made of thick darkness. He had the smell of sulfur and magma. When the reincarnators saw the scene in front of them, they finally believed that the person standing in front of them was not the high priest Imoden, but a complete demon.
When the darkness whizzed up, the weak light was instantly engulfed by the endless tide of darkness.
In Cairo City, Chen Ang sensed this vicious nature with interest. He sighed and said, "So the warlocks were right. Extreme negative emotions can indeed change a person's life form. The power of curses mixed with the pain and hatred emitted from the soul can actually produce such an interesting change. After breaking away from the bloodline of the vampires, it is indeed much more difficult to replicate this creation and creation. "
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