Short up and down, long left and right …
The great prophet …
The red eyes filled with sarcasm …
The familiar look of a saint of the North Church …
All the details flashed in Lucien's mind in slow motion. Holding the Shield of Truth and the Sword of Truth tightly, Lucien said angrily in a low voice, "Geno? The Lord of Hell? "
No wonder this mysterious sect hidden in the North Church could cast divine spells!
No wonder they could bewitch the clerics and recruit so many followers!
No wonder the Lord of Hell knew so much about the Saint Truth!
"Geno? He's been dead for hundreds of years. Why do you still need to remember his name? It's just a convenient divine spell to steal items. " The corner of the mouth of the young man in the white robe curled up. He did not try to hide his sarcasm at all. "Divinity is only valued by those who know nothing about it. The so-called Saint Ivan and Saint Alexis are just idiots who ignored the most important thing. The same applies to you."
The last sentence was very meaningful.
After confirming the identity of the young man in the white robe, Lucien's heart sank. Klaus' two substitute alchemical items had been used in the previous two battles. It was almost impossible for him to escape from the attack of the Light of Judgment, not to mention that the one who cast the Light of Judgment was the clone of a demigod!
No wonder neither of them could find him in time!
Lucien did not have the help of the God of Silver Moon. What should he do now?
Before the short communication spell ended, the Lord of Hell stepped forward and pointed at Lucien with his right hand.
"Light of Judgment!"
Evil sorcerer covered in filth, accept the judgment of doomsday!
The Lord of Hell's face was solemn. Surrounded by holy light, the Lord of Hell's enormous light beam fell from the sky and hit Lucien directly.
At this moment, the word "evil" sounded more like the God of Truth than anyone else!
The holy light beam hit the small and delicate shield, stirring up countless tiny light spots. The illusionary waves around Lucien were shaking rapidly, and his feet were deeply embedded in the black tiles.
When the light was gone, the Lord of Hell praised, "The Shield of Truth is indeed impressive."
Lucien was slightly relieved. This projection or incarnation of his was only close to the peak of legendary and could not kill him instantly.
"Last time, you teamed up with Silver Moon and gave me a big 'surprise'. I've been waiting for the opportunity to give you the same 'surprise'." The Lord of Hell said casually, as if he was not facing a rich Legendary-mage, but an ordinary person who could not fight back.
Lucien didn't say anything. Instead, he swung the Sword of Truth in his right hand. The silver light of the sword shone brightly and slashed at the Lord of Hell.
If necessary, he would rather self-destruct than end up like Klaus!
His only carelessness was that he was temporarily absent-minded because of the Furnace of Souls. If it were him, he would've been the same. It was the subconscious reaction of every arcanist when they were faced with the mysteries of the soul and the truth of the world. Such arcanists were real arcanists of flesh and blood.
The silver light of the sword cut through the illusionary swirls around the Lord of Hell and hit him. Crack!
The sound of a bubble bursting echoed. Geno's clone was shattered like a phantom. A few steps away from Lucien, the Lord of Hell reappeared, and the space around him was slightly distorted.
Lucien's pupils suddenly constricted. It was not teleportation, nor was it divine power or magic. It was pure speed. The moment the sword was aimed at him, he moved to the side at an unimaginable speed, leaving only a shadow where he was standing.
It was a speed that would definitely cause the relativistic effect!
After all, the speed of the sword depended on the user, not the real light!
"Is this all you've got, kid? His divine power conflicts with my quasi-divine power in nature, and he can only slightly absorb the power of his body. Even so, you still can't hit me? "said the Lord of Hell with an eternal sneer. He raised his right hand.
"Purifying Spear!"
A brilliant and cold spear tip was condensed and shot at Lucien. The sacred air purified the intense smell of death and the frozen black and white, making it look like heaven on earth. At the same time, there seemed to be hymns echoing in the air.
Clang!
The tip of the spear hit the Shield of Truth, and the crisp and weird sound of metal colliding echoed. Lucien's left hand began to shake obviously. The illusionary waves slowed down weirdly, and the feeling of being in another space and time became more and more indifferent, as if the two worlds were merging.
The Lord of Hell's attack was much more powerful than that of the primordial mummy. Maybe the Shield of Truth could hold on for a long time, but Lucien might not be able to hold on for more than one minute!
The Sword of Truth in his right hand was wielded again, and the silver light of the sword hit the Lord of Hell directly. Crack!
The phantom was shattered again. Again, the Lord of Hell dodged the sword with his horrifying speed. However, the Lord of Hell looked so casual, as if he were taking a stroll in the garden, and he was walking toward Lucien leisurely.
However, the Lord of Hell was still as relaxed as before. Lucien's hands, which were holding the Shield of Truth, were already numb. It seemed that Lucien would not be able to resist for much longer. The Lord of Hell cast the legendary divine spells one after another, and Lucien's hands were already numb.
At this time, an earth-shattering howl came from the palace behind Lucien. Five legendary spectres were about to arrive at the battlefield with a sea of spectres. Behind them, more and more legendary spectres were coming!
The way back is blocked, and I have to go through the Lord of Hell in the other direction. It's very easy for the Lord of Hell to ambush me … Lucien's soul was spinning fast, and he was analyzing the current situation.
It's a pity that I can't move with the Shield of Truth. Otherwise, I would be able to break through the spectres directly with this shield.
The Shield of Truth was similar to God's Guard. In order to maximize its effect, Lucien had to stay still, which was very inconvenient for him to move around. If he wanted to move at the same time, Lucien was not confident that he could break through the blockade of the Lord of Hell or the five legendary spectres behind him, not to mention the following legendary spectres coming from all directions.
While blocking the divine power attacks, Lucien scanned the surroundings with his spiritual power. Suddenly, his eyes were focused on the Furnace of Souls. The faces of souls that were either quiet or hideous were looking down at him condescendingly, giving him a creepy feeling that his hair was standing on end.
Shaking his head to get rid of this feeling, Lucien suddenly had an idea.
According to Adol's memory and Viken's notes, only a few legendary spectres dare to cross the Furnace of Souls. The rest of them don't even dare to get close to it … There are no obstacles around the Furnace of Souls. If I run into the Furnace of Souls, the threat of the spectres will be temporarily gone, and the Lord of Hell might not chase after me. After all, the Lord of Hell wouldn't expose Geno's avatar for me, which is not a good deal for the demons. The Lord of Hell must have a bigger scheme or purpose …
As long as I don't go in the same direction as the Lord of Hell, I won't be chased by the Lord of Hell. If I hide near the Furnace of Souls and don't go deeper, I won't run into Maskelyne and the rest of them. When the duration of God's Grace is over, Mr. President and my teacher will either come to find me, or they will lead the spectres away. Then I can take the opportunity to get out of here …
The Prophet also said that if I run into great danger, I should move forward. I can't retreat in a hurry …
Waves of undead gushed out of the big hole in the palace at the back. There were bone dragons, liches, ghosts, and two ancient mummies that were also wrapped in yellow-brown bandages. Their crimson eyes were filled with a strange and cold color.
No wonder Maskelyne said that the 'friendly faces' of the ancient mummies could often be seen here … Lucien thought to himself. Having no time to think, he made up his mind. He put away the Sword of Truth in his right hand and took out the delicate and complicated 'Moon Timer'.
Lucien's thumb slid on the silver dial quickly. The time in the large area around him was moving fast and slow along with the black second hand. The bone arrows that were shot at Lucien and the weird spells were drifting everywhere like kites with broken strings. They had completely lost their target.
The Lord of Hell was also affected. Its movement became twisted and contradictory, like a puppet whose joints were broken.
Seizing the opportunity, Lucien put away the Shield of Truth and canceled the transformation. He was about to teleport to the Furnace of Souls!
In the Temple of Spirits, due to the chaos of time and space, the distance of teleportation was limited.
At this moment, the Lord of Hell's lips curled up again, and a strong sense of mockery hit him in the face.
"Light of Judgment!"
I was lying to you!
In fact, I've always been immune to Time Manipulation and Advanced Time Stop!
"Elemental Protection!" Lucien only had the time to cast the spell.
The light that seemed to be surrounded by countless angels hit Lucien's body. The colorful light shield of Elemental Protection fell apart after a short time. Elemental Skin was activated, and Spell Absorber absorbed the energy crazily. Spell Sequencer threw out three Stone Skin spells, and the force field walls in Spell Sequencer formed the last defense.
Crack, crack, crack. Under the Light of Judgment, Lucien's defense was broken layer by layer. Suddenly, he disappeared and blinked to the other side!
Under the protection of Elemental Protection and many trigger and passive spells, Lucien finally resisted the attack of Light of Judgment!
In the specter disaster, the centaur that was hiding in it raised its hand and shot out a long green arrow. Passing through the space turbulence, the arrow reached in front of Lucien instantly.
"Wall of the Undead!"
The Congus Ring emitted black light. Countless souls and body parts formed a wall of the undead, which offset the legendary arrow.
Lucien was lucky that he had many legendary items, or he would not be able to defend himself in time!
The Lord of Hell had passed the buffering time. Looking at Lucien with his scarlet eyes, the Lord of Hell was about to cast a spell.
Lucien had no time to think about anything else. He pressed the button on the left side of the Moon Timer with his middle finger. A hemispherical black void covered the Lord of Hell and temporarily froze him.
In the meantime, Lucien cast the spell:
"Space Staff!"
The shining King's Staff was condensed in Lucien's left hand. As it was slightly touched, the surrounding time and space slowed down significantly again. The specter disaster and the legendary specter were stuck, and the space shackle that was created by some unknown force was directly broken.
Space waves were generated. Lucien was teleported to the front of the Furnace of Souls precisely. Without any hesitation, he went through the gray curtain. He had no time to study the supernatural object that contained the mysteries of the soul!
At this time, Lucien had a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him from above the Furnace of Souls, coldly and indifferently.
Looking back, Lucien's eyes met a frozen face in the Furnace of Souls.
In the air, the slightly transparent "him" had black hair and black eyes. He was handsome and gentle, and there was a gentle smile on his face.
He was so familiar that Lucien felt that he was looking into a mirror!
A horrifying mirror!
"Me?"
The soul face was Lucien? It was Evans himself!
As if it had sensed Lucien's gaze, the soul face showed some fluctuations. Gradually, the face changed, but it was still very familiar.
It was Xiafeng from Earth. It was Lucien from his previous life!
Lucien? The faces of Evans and Xiafeng appeared on the soul face at the same time. They were very harmonious!
Feeling cold in his head, Lucien felt that he could not breathe.
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