After many days of being suppressed and tortured by the holy light, the armored man had already fallen into a state of extreme weakness.
The liquid nitrogen and Lin Sheng's alternating hot and cold attacks were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Cracks gradually appeared on the surface of the armored man's body.
"Fortunately, this guy doesn't know how to rest. With a little provocation, he rushed out to fight against the holy light of the Holy Sanctum …"
Lin Sheng was glad.
If it were him, without the suppression of the Holy Sanctum, dozens of him would only be cannon fodder.
Thinking of this, he picked up the liquid nitrogen gun and sprayed it at the armored man.
Roar …
The armored man finally let out a weak howl and reached out to Lin Sheng with difficulty.
Bam!
He fell heavily to the ground, and the dark red energy on his body had long disappeared under the suppression of the holy light. The armor was also full of scars and cracks.
But what puzzled Lin Sheng was that there was a lot of black smoke in the air around him. They were trying to get into the armored man's body as if they were alive.
But every time the black smoke penetrated into the armored man's body, he would move forward and stimulate the Holy Sanctum to release Saint power to purify the black smoke in his body.
This kind of behavior was like taking the initiative to seek death …
Crack …
Cracks continued to spread and began to spread all over the armored man's body. After several days of continuous consumption, he finally reached the point of exhaustion.
Not long after, the armored man completely stopped moving, and his body began to slowly melt.
Silently, the armored man, along with his weapon, turned into a pool of black and red viscous liquid.
The liquid evaporated rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, turned into countless black lines, condensed into one, and rushed toward Lin Sheng.
Before Lin Sheng had time to react, he felt a tightness in his chest. His head felt like it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and it was extremely painful.
Images and memories flowed into his mind …
A large amount of dark red flame-like energy flashed in front of Lin Sheng's eyes.
"I can't be wrong! The Rioman family is one of the five oldest families in Blackfeather City. Our family emblem dates back to the era of the Rock Dragon King thousands of years ago! We have commanded the Blood Armor Legion of Blackfeather City for hundreds of years! And now, you! A mere Paladin dares to question my decision??? "
"That's not what I meant …"
"Now, get out!" The Steel Lord, who was sitting on the precious wooden chair, lowered his chin coldly.
"Steel Lord, I saw with my own eyes that the man planted a strange plant that I could not understand! That kind of aura is definitely not something that living beings can accept … "
"Enough! Guards! "The Steel Lord closed his eyes and shouted coldly.
Two heavily armored Dark Red soldiers rushed in, grabbed Ancellia on both sides, and dragged her out by force.
"You will regret this!" Ancellia took a deep breath.
"Regret?" The Steel Lord crossed his arms, his face cold. "All consequences! I'll bear the consequences! "
Ancellia gave him a deep look, and without being pushed by the guards, she turned and walked away quickly.
Lin Sheng stood at the side, his body seemingly illusory as he watched the scene unfold before him.
The Steel Lord was the Armored Man. This gray-haired old man was unprecedentedly stubborn. He was not only stubborn, but also selfish, domineering, and condescending. He looked down on anyone who was inferior to him.
Ancellia's persuasion was seen by him as not knowing when to back off.
Lin Sheng looked at the direction in which Ancellia had left. The Ashen Seal of Sanctuary that he had previously obtained was from this Paladin who was known as the Light of Hope.
Hah!
Suddenly, the scene flashed, and everything around him changed rapidly.
The black fog in the sky was like a thundercloud, rolling and crashing down layer by layer.
The entire Blackfeather City was like an isolated island in the black sea, helpless, fearful, panicked, and at a loss.
Countless citizens raised their heads and looked at the sky that was slowly descending.
The Steel Lord stood at the top of the city wall, quietly watching the descending black clouds with a group of soldiers. Not a word.
"Guild Master! We can't find Grand Knight Korred! "
"Guild Master, there's no one in the Assassin's Guild! It'll be too late if we don't leave now! "
"There's a lot of hallucinogenic black fog in the wilderness outside! We're surrounded! "
"No! North, there's still a gap in the north! "
"Most of the people in the city have left! Guild Master, let's go! We'll hold them off here! "
One by one, the Blood Armor elites of the Warrior's Guild rushed up the city wall. They were covered in blood, and black spots were gradually appearing on their skin, signs of being contaminated by the black fog.
The Steel Lord silently turned around, went down the city wall, and quickly returned to the Warrior's Guild.
"Where's Ancellia?" He stood in the hall and suddenly asked.
A Blood Armor elite stepped forward.
"Ancellia, the Light of Hope, is leading the remaining Paladins to break out. They're also slowly retreating with thousands of civilians. "
The Steel Lord looked at the Blood Armor in front of him. His originally white skin was also covered in black spots of varying sizes.
But Blood Armor's expression did not change. It was as if nothing had happened.
"Who else in the guild has not been contaminated?" he asked calmly.
"Only Gore's son and thirteen brothers and sisters are left. We've already isolated them and sent them to the gap in the north as per your orders," Blood Armor replied in a low voice.
The Steel Lord was silent.
He closed his eyes and slowly walked to the throne of the guild, his hand gently stroking the hard, cold material of the throne's armrest.
"Do you all hate me?" he asked in a low voice.
"The Blood Armor will always be your strongest sword and shield!" The Blood Armor elites in the hall did not show any change in their expressions. They knelt on one knee and shouted.
"Please depart, President. As long as you're here, the Blood Armor and the guild will always be here!" The deputy president of the Blood Armor elites, Ladia, said loudly.
The black spots on Ladia's face had already occupied half of his face. Severe pain and hallucinations were constantly attacking his spirit. But he did not show any change in his expression.
The Steel Lord calmly looked at the Blood Armor elites present.
"I've once told Ancellia that I'll bear all the consequences."
He slowly sat on the throne. There was a clicking sound behind the throne, and a stream of black liquid-like metal flowed out.
The metal flow quickly wrapped around his body and turned into a huge, burly, and even somewhat bloated powerful armor.
"You are my sword and shield. In this world, there is no warrior who can abandon his sword and shield and still live."
"President …" The eyes of the Blood Armor elites wavered.
"Do you still remember when I personally put on the Blood Badge of Glory for you?" The Steel Lord's eyes softened.
"In the blink of an eye, more than thirty years have passed …"
Suddenly, a series of roars came from the street outside. It seemed to be the roar of some kind of beast. The countless roars became denser and closer.
The black fog outside the window slowly descended, almost touching the tallest spire of Blackfeather City.
The light in the Warrior's Guild quickly dimmed.
"Now." The Steel Lord pressed his hand on the armrest and growled.
"Tell me, what are you!!?"
"Burning Blood! Blood of Order! Blackfeather Shield!!! "All the Blood Armor elites stood up, pulled out their weapons and roared!
"Very well." The Steel Lord took a deep breath. "Then … Activate the Blood Shackles."
"The Blood Shackles ritual is activated."
A cold female voice slowly rang in his ear.
A series of dark red cracks spread rapidly from the throne in all directions.
"The blood of the Flame Dragon ignites the ritual fire."
"Absolute Shackles Barrier is activated."
"Will Barrier is activated."
"Life Recognition is activated."
"Energy reserve pool is activated."
"Sweep away the mutants, purge the evil! Non-humans will never be able to leave the city until you are defeated. Ritual begins. "
The Steel Lord's grip on the armrest tightened. He could already feel his soul being ignited, and the power of his blood was being continuously injected into the ritual circle.
His eyes seemed to look through the walls and saw Ancellia, who was fighting a bloody battle and leading the people to flee.
"Go, the further the better …"
Whoosh!!
His body suddenly burned with dark red flames.
"Sir!!" The Blood Armors below turned pale and rushed up to help.
Boom!!!
The door of the guild was smashed by a huge force.
One after another, pitch-black figures rushed in and pounced on the Blood Armor elites who were on guard.
"I … Burning Blood! Blood of Order! Blackfeather Shield!!! I bet everything of the Rioman Family!! "
The Steel Lord roared as flames flew out of his body and shot into the Blood Armors. It strengthened them and protected the last dignity of the warriors.
"Come on!! Defeat me! Destroy me!! "
He stood up and pulled out a huge battle axe from his back. Facing a huge finger that reached in from the door.
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