"Another lunatic who thinks that he's good …"
This thought appeared in Adil's mind as he looked at Doron standing in front of him.
Lunatics often did not think that they were lunatics.
Sometimes, you might say that they were crazy, but they might even think that they were good.
This Doron in front of him was very likely to be like this.
In Adil's eyes, this was all self-deception.
Some people believed that humans were born with many different states, and that the states they displayed were different in different situations.
It was just like when you were drunk and went berserk. Although it was different from your usual state, did it mean that there was something wrong with your mind?
It was the same for the so-called madness.
To them, the madness in the eyes of others might be their true nature and did not mean anything at all.
But to Adil, this was his truesoul being gradually corroded without him knowing it.
Every action of a mortal was influenced by both their soul and physical bodies.
In layman's terms, it was the combination of reason and sensibility.
After getting drunk, one would do all sorts of things that one would not normally do because one's body was affected and its nature changed, affecting one's behavior.
However, the effects of alcohol were temporary, and after the alcohol dissipated, one's body would recover and return to its original state.
For extraordinary beings, their truesoul was the only factor that determined their behavior.
Only when one's truesoul was pure and not affected by any power could one be considered oneself.
Otherwise, one would just be a puppet controlled by various powers.
This was the case for Doron.
From Adil's point of view, the little bit of his truesoul had long since been affected by the God of Massacre's divine power. At this moment, it had been completely corroded from top to bottom. He did not even care that his personality had become crazy, and he even seemed to enjoy this state.
In reality, he had long since become a puppet of the Massacre God, but he did not seem to realize the viciousness of this influence and thought that his state was perfect.
At the very least, in this state, he would not think too much and would only pursue killing to his heart's content, pursuing the joy that killing brought him.
This was something that could not be brought to him under normal circumstances.
At this thought, Adil shook his head slowly and didn't say anything else. He silently raised the silver sword in his hand and aimed it at the man.
Instead of talking to a lunatic here, it was better to just fight.
If you could make a move, then don't talk so much.
"You want to fight me, right …"
Looking at Adil's actions, a slight smile appeared on Doron's face. It looked a bit bloodthirsty, strange, and excited.
Under the influence of the Slaughter Blood in their bodies, the Slaughter Sons were a group of existences that loved to kill and fight.
Doron wasn't surprised either. At this moment, when he saw an expert brandishing a sword at him, the blood in his body began to boil.
"To be honest, I really want to fight with you …"
A smile appeared on his face as he looked at Adil with great longing. "Unfortunately, I can't beat you now …"
"I've seen your previous battle. I'm no match for you now …"
He waved his hand, appearing to be quite self-aware. "So, let's postpone the battle between us."
"When I have more power, I'll come to find you again …"
"I believe the aura of your blood will be very tempting …"
He licked his lips with a look of longing on his face, as if he had imagined some beautiful scene. At this moment, his face was filled with longing.
Bang!
A crisp sound rang out from the spot where he was standing.
Adil's expression was calm. He didn't say anything to Doron as he exerted force with one arm and a silver sword tore through the air.
A silver sword aura slashed down and filled the area in front of him. For a moment, it was as if the entire space had been slashed apart, and the surrounding space was filled with cracks that rushed forward.
Just the might of this sword was enough to fully display Adil's power. Once it erupted, it would definitely be amazing.
A terrifying power roared, and at this moment, a majestic aura condensed in the air and turned into a silver sword that continuously slashed at Doron.
At the same time, a powerful domain silently spread out, and a majestic True Spirit Power surged forward. In an instant, it completely suppressed Doron and suppressed him.
In response, Doron had a smile on his face. From beginning to end, there was no change in his expression, and he remained the same as before.
Facing this attack, he did not speak, nor did he have the slightest intention of responding. He just silently threw something out.
It was a very unique mask that seemed to be made of bronze. There was a clown carved on it, and it looked a little comical.
There was a faint reaction of divine power coming from the mask, which surprised everyone present.
"That's …"
Looking at the black mask behind Adil, Cudoni looked shocked. "The Mask of the God of Deceivers!!"
The Mask of the God of Deceivers was a very famous artifact that belonged to the legendary God of Deceivers.
In the legends, this mask had a very strange power that could make the wearer do all kinds of unimaginable things.
At the next moment, a faint radiance bloomed on the black mask, and a mysterious radiance bloomed on it.
A mysterious radiance bloomed on it, and in the next moment, Adil sensed that everything around him had changed.
The space in front of him began to turn upside down. Up, down, left, right, and everything in front of him began to change, becoming something else entirely.
The sword Qi that was supposed to slash forward might appear behind him in the next moment. Everything was full of a sense of chaos, as if anything could happen.
In front of him, the silver sword that was supposed to slash at Doron ended up inexplicably slashing at the baby reincarnated of the Dark God in Sylner's arms.
Suddenly, Adil was shocked. He resisted the boiling life energy in his body, and forcibly withdrew the sword that he had thrust out.
The sword that should have been thrust out was forcibly withdrawn. In an instant, the blood in Adil's body began to boil, and all kinds of power began to run amok in his body.
When Adil calmed the boiling power in his body again, Doron's figure had completely disappeared in front of him.
It seemed that he had left long ago.
"Doron …"
Adil's face was calm, but there was a hint of coldness in it at the moment. He silently turned to look at Marr, who was at the side, with a questioning look in his eyes.
Marr instantly understood what Adil meant, so she shook her head silently. "No …"
"He's wearing that Mask of Deception. With the cover of that artifact, I can't find his location …" Marr's face was a little pale.
Obviously, she had tried to trace him just now, but in the end, she didn't get any results.
Hence, Adil shook his head and gave up the idea. Then, he looked at Cudor at the side.
At this moment, with the change of the battle situation below, in the void, the two artifacts had also ended their confrontation.
The Dark Eye and the Sun Artifact descended and flew into the hands of Cudor and the two Sun Priests respectively.
On the two artifacts, the originally bright radiance had gradually dimmed. It seemed that they had consumed too much power, so they had fallen into silence.
The silence of the two artifacts also meant the end of the battle.
The Dark Church had successfully protected the reincarnation of the Dark Lord, but the Faith of the Sun had suffered a great loss this time.
In order to seize the reincarnation of the Dark Lord, the Sun King's Church had dispatched more than a dozen archpriests who were close to the Legendary-realm, as well as a priest who was at the peak of the Legendary-realm.
But now, except for the two priests who had been saved by Adil, the rest had been killed by Doron.
The development of things to this point was obviously beyond everyone's expectations.
"We've decided to leave with the reincarnation of our Lord. We'll hide in other places until our Lord grows up smoothly …"
Taking the baby from Sylner's arms, Cudoni looked at Adil solemnly and thanked him solemnly, "On behalf of the entire Dark Church and my Lord, I thank you for your help."
"If it weren't for you this time, the entire Dark Church would have fallen into a desperate situation …"
As his voice fell, Sylner and the other Lords of Summoning behind Cudoni bowed and saluted Adil in the most solemn manner.
They should indeed thank Adil.
If it weren't for Adil, a knight who was close to the peak of the Legendary-realm, they probably wouldn't have been able to stop the priests of the Sun King at all, let alone Doron.
To some extent, Adil's help this time could be considered to have saved the entire Dark Church.
And the reincarnation of the Dark Lord.
For the Dark Lord, its significance was self-evident.
"It's okay …"
Adil shook his head, and said, "I promised to help you decades ago. I'm just fulfilling my promise now. It's not a big deal."
His expression was calm as he spoke.
The baby in Cudor's arms seemed to have heard his words. He opened his eyes and looked at Adil with a pair of golden eyes. He nodded to him as if he was thanking him.
Although he had just been born, as the reincarnation of the Dark Lord, this baby undoubtedly had a very strong spirituality. Although he hadn't fully recovered his divine will, he still had a strong instinct and understood the situation in front of him.
"I have a request …"
Cudor looked at the reincarnation of the Dark Lord in his arms, and then looked at Adil in front of him. Finally, he took a deep breath and made a decision.
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