Chapter 160: The Night of Death (2)

The black griffin, which was created by the Devourer, flapped his wings quickly and avoided the fierce attack of Death Ye. The steel golem was hit by Death Ye, and his bloody eyes stared at the black griffin in the sky that had already left the attack range, manipulating the iron chain to pull the hexagonal mace hammer back into the iron arm.

It's hard to do it! Lan Lie couldn't help but feel worried. He wanted to safely insert the "Sword of Death Night" into Death Night's chest. This was undoubtedly a big problem. This huge guy casually "touched" him, which would be enough to make him break his muscles and break his bones and lose his life.

He circled around the giant-like Death Night, but still couldn't start. This steel golem is different from the works of the dwarf technician Osbak. It has a very high level of wisdom. According to the speculation of the dwarf technician, Death Night should be a molded work after being used in the "construction activation technique".

The Guardian of Helodis!? The mask of Helodis! Is there any connection between the two? Lanlei thought of the small notes recorded in the manual, and he couldn't help but think, subconsciously taking out the silver mask from the space ring.

As soon as the silver mask appeared, it struggled out of Lanlie's hand, and it floated automatically in the air as if it was spiritual. One by one, the radiant runes kept coming out of the mask, rushing straight to the steel golem on the ground, rushing towards the night of the steel golem on the ground.

The steel body of Dead Night sounded, as if it was under some tremendous pressure, and the eyes shot through the face armor kept jumping.

Lan Lie looked at the light talismans plunging into Ye Ye's body in surprise, and the latter's body shone brightly, his steel body slowly lowered, and he fell to the ground on one knee as he did at the beginning.

After a long time, the silver mask shone and flew back to Lanlie's hand. Looking at the exquisitely crafted mask carefully, Lanlie felt a strange stream of light flashing. Helodis!? Who is that!?

Put it on! Put it on! It seems like a voice is bewitching him. Lanlie's eyes gradually showed a sense of confusion, holding a silver mask in both hands, as if he unconsciously covering his face.

As he approached little by little, Lanlie's hand stopped when he was a few centimeters away from his face. A dangerous feeling rose in his heart, making his confused mind suddenly clear.

However, the silver mask suddenly broke free from Lanlie's hands, and before Lanlie could react, he suddenly put on Lanlie's face.

Lanlie felt a bang, and countless pieces of memory rushed into his mind with a cold and cold breath. Under the dark sky, corpses were everywhere in the battlefield. A man in a white robe wearing a silver mask, holding a sharp sword in his hand, slowly stepped over one corpse after another. His sword was bleeding, but his white robe was spotless, and a strange light was winding on the silver mask.

Pounce! With the sound of a sharp blade piercing the body, the bright red blood curtain covered Lanlie's eyes. The next moment, he saw himself pulling out a blood-dropping sword from a black armored knight. The black armored knight fell to the sky, and his gray eyes were full of despair. He grabbed a crystal necklace tightly in his hand, and his lips were opened weakly, as if he was chanting his lover's name!

The pale palm stretched out, and a ray of soul light floated up from the body of the Black Armored Knight, and was eventually imprisoned by himself in the black crystal.

The picture turned again, and in front of a giant black war puppet, he sang in a low voice. The soul in the black crystal was poured into the body of the war puppet. At the next moment, the black war puppet had a bloody look under the armor of the face, kneeling on one knee like life, expressing surrender to himself.

"I am Hehuodis, the arbiter of death..." A cold and ruthless voice came from Lanle's mouth and echoed in the sky.

Armored! I noticed the abnormality of my master, and the devourer Gala turned into a black light shield toward Lanlei. After a moment, the light disappeared, revealing a majestic and ferocious black lion armor.

On his right wrist, the dark red hexagram began to rotate slowly. A familiar force was injected into his body, and the cold and cold feeling disappeared. Lan Lie, who was deprived of his spiritual sense, suddenly woke up, but then, a more powerful mental impact was transmitted from the mask to his mind, and then he rushed back to his confusion.

Just like this, two forces started a fierce battle in Lanlie's mind. Lanlie, who was having a split headache, shouted, cut off from the air, and fell to the ground with a touch.

A big herringbone pit appeared on the ground, which showed how powerful Lanlie fell to the ground was, but Lanlie, wearing black lion armor, felt no pain at all. He covered his head and moaned in pain.

The cold and cold feeling comes from a little spiritual consciousness left by Helodis on the mask. As one of the right-hand arms of the dark god Sargeras, the death arbiter of the lower god merged a little spiritual consciousness into his silver mask before destruction. Although it was only a little, the power of God was so powerful. If Lanle did not have enough power and strong will, the final result would be that Helodis's spiritual consciousness would swallow his soul and disappear from this world from then on.

Galla of the Devourer discovered the crisis faced by the master, so he adopted the armored method to transmit power to the master to help the master escape from the control of that little spiritual consciousness. However, compared with the spiritual consciousness, the power of the Devourer is still too weak. With the continuous influx of spiritual impacts within the silver mask, the power from Galla of the Devourer has gradually become unsupported.

Lanley was very clear about the crisis that occurred in his body, but sadly, as the master of this body, he was unable to control this situation.

"Ilicius!" Suddenly, he thought of a powerful reinforcement and shouted quickly.

"Did you finally think of me? Idiot boy!" As the low voice sounded, another mysterious force appeared in Lanlie's body, swallowing the cold and cold spiritual consciousness with an extremely violent and fierce aura.

Elicius had only half of the soul power in Lanlei's body, but it was n times stronger than Helodis's spiritual consciousness. In fact, the reason why Ericeus helped Lanlei was because Helodis would pose a serious threat to him after he controlled Lanlei's body, and the other was that swallowing Helodis's spiritual consciousness was of great benefit to his power recovery.

Therefore, even if Lanlie doesn't speak, he won't sit idly by.

With the addition of Ilisius, there was no suspense in the outcome of this physical battle. Galo and Ilisius worked together to fight against the spiritual consciousness that poured in from the silver mask. In just a moment, Helodis's spiritual consciousness was swallowed up completely!

"Cunning!" Just as Lanley found that his body had returned to normal and thought the crisis had passed, an angry voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and his heart that had just been relieved couldn't help but tighten again.

The power of the Devourer Gala had faded, and the black lion armor turned into a black light and drilled into the hexagram on Lanlei's right wrist. At the critical moment, the Devourer took the lead in swallowing Helodis's spiritual consciousness with extremely strange power, which forced Elihus, who had produced great power and finally gained nothing, was extremely corrupted. He was determined to find trouble for the Devourer, but the Devourer Gala had returned to the Hexagram barrier to enjoy the rich results of this time. Although it was only a little spiritual consciousness, it would definitely benefit the Devourer.

Ilicius roared for a while, and finally he could not helplessly silence in Lanlei's body. The confused Lanlei's power suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked to the war puppet.

He was still wearing a silver mask, but the cold feeling no longer existed, replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling. With every move, he felt that there seemed to be an endless power in his body. This made him full of strong confidence in winning when facing the death night of the Black War Puppet!

The blood-red eyes of Death Ye were still half kneeling on the ground, slowly stretched out his arms to Lanlie, and spread out his huge palms.

This is a wonderful feeling. Lanlie can fully understand the meaning of the movements of Death Night. As he stepped into the palm of Death Night, he moved slowly and steadily, and Lanlie approached Death Night's chest.

He took out the remains of the Sword of Death Night and pressed it steadily into the sag of Death Night's chest. The dazzling light flashed and the "Sword of Death Night" disappeared into Death Night's body in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!