Chapter 2392 The man behind the Northern Church, Ivan Vincent, takes action!

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2392 The man behind the Northern Church, Ivan Vincent, takes action!

Once again, the secret room fell into silence. It was empty except for one coffin that had not been opened and was lying there quietly. The space was filled with an oppressive and gloomy atmosphere, making people feel inexplicably horrified.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin suddenly flew off and fell heavily to the ground with a loud noise.

The completely fallen Saint Gono opened his red eyes and stood up from the coffin wearing a white robe. The rotten flesh and blood on his body began to fall off, and new flesh and skin grew, which was tight, smooth, white, tender and rich.

Sheen. He looked at the direction where Saint Ivan and Douglas were fighting, raised the corners of his mouth, showed a sarcastic smile, and then walked towards the deep entrance!

Klaus and Lucien came out of the palace, and a transcendent feeling that they couldn't touch or approach suddenly appeared beside them, as if it was another world.

"That is?"

Lucien's mental force field extended over and saw a majestic black hall. Its top spread into the sky with no end in sight. The door of the hall was open, with a gray translucent curtain in the center, and inside the curtain were gray and white sheets.

The faces have different expressions, which makes people feel heartbroken.

"Soul Hearth!"

In the spiritual connection, Klaus's voice of surprise, joy and longing rang out, confirming Lucien's guess. By accident, the two of them arrived near the soul fireplace!

Looking at the curtain where countless souls were frozen, I sighed and reached out my right hand enthusiastically, trying to touch this transcendent thing and understand its mystery.

"Soul fireplace!"

As a master of alchemy, Klaus has an incomparable yearning for the mystery of the soul. Now that he sees the soul fireplace, he is like a devout believer seeing the God of Truth, full of sighs.

Lucien knew that the world of the dead was full of unknown dangers, and quickly reminded Klaus through the spiritual connection.

"Sir Klaus, this is the world of the dead, so it's better to be careful. You need to add defensive magic to yourself first."

Klaus woke up and looked at the soul fireplace with a satisfied look on his face, obsessed and pious, just like a crazy man who saw a stunning beauty and randomly blessed himself with defensive magic and triggering magic.

"Light of Judgment!"

Suddenly, a solemn voice sounded, which seemed to come from the highest level of Paradise Mountain, and an extremely bright light hit Klaus directly.

"Sinner, go to hell and repent!"

In the vast, sacred, majestic and solemn light, the magic on Klaus's body began to collapse, and his body was about to be swallowed up and dissolved by the holy light.

Klaus's eyes were full of disbelief. He looked at the palace in another direction. His mental force field and search magic did not find that there was an enemy there!

Klaus's consciousness began to blur, and he felt death approaching. In his hazy vision, the soul fireplace appeared in his pupils. The mystery of the soul he had just sensed made him feel that his trip was worthwhile.

"Soul fireplace!"

There was a hint of regret and enthusiasm in Klaus's voice. He who had devoted his whole life to alchemy finally ushered in the end of his life.

Lucien didn't expect this change at all. Stunned, stunned and inexplicably angry, Lucien looked over and saw a young man wearing a white robe. He had short flaxen hair and light red eyes.

With a strong sense of sarcasm and ridicule, he stretched out his right hand and drew a cross on his chest.

Short at the top and bottom, long at the left and right! The great prophet, with sarcastic red eyes, was dressed in the familiar style of a saint from the Northern Church. All the details flashed back clearly in Lucien's mind like slow motion. He was low-pitched and angry.

The sound sounded.

"Gono? Lord of Hell?"

No wonder this mysterious sect hidden in the Northern Church can perform divine magic. No wonder they can bewitch clergy and develop a large number of believers. No wonder the Lord of Hell has such a profound understanding of the Cult of Truth!

"Gonuo? Hey, he's been dead for hundreds of years, why bother remembering his name? It's just a convenient and easy-to-use magical item to steal."

With the corners of his mouth raised, the young man in white robe expressed his sneer unabashedly and said contemptuously.

"The more people don't understand something like divinity, the more they will value it. The so-called Saints Ivan and Saint Alexei are all just stupid idiots who have ignored the most important things. This sentence is for you

The same applies."

The last words of the Lord of Hell, Mardymus, were profound.

Lucien confirmed the identity of the young man in white robe, and his heart slowly sank. Klaus's two substitutes replaced alchemical items, which had been used in the previous two wars and had been consumed since the trial.

The possibility of escaping under the attack of the light of light is very slim, especially when the person who casts the light of judgment is the clone of a powerful person at the god-like level!

No wonder neither of them could discover Him in time! Faced with this existence again, without the help of existences of the same level, how should Lucien and the two deal with it?

The Lord of Hell, Mardymus, took a step forward, pointed his right hand, and once again cast a magical spell on Lucien.

"Light of Judgment!"

"The evil magician covered in filth must accept the judgment of the end of the world!"

Maldemos, the Lord of Hell, has a solemn expression, surrounded by holy light, and a vast beam of light with the aura of judgment descends from the sky, hitting Lucien directly. At this moment, the Lord of Hell, synonymous with evil,

More like the God of truth than anyone else!

"Buzz!"

Time and space shook, and a door to the starry sky suddenly opened. Ivan Vincent was wearing a purple magic robe with the vast starry sky embroidered on it. The bright stars emerged from it, shining brightly, as if the mysterious and boundless starry sky had been transformed into clothes.

On his body, he was like a true god, slowly walking out of the gate of the starry sky. His handsome face was full of coldness, and his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, with silvery brilliance shining. This was the world of the dead.

Colors that don't exist.

There are only three colors in the undead world, black, white and gray, and it is extremely oppressive and dead. It is a paradise mountain for undead creatures, full of weirdness, gloominess, terror and danger.

However, the arrival of Ivan Vincent brought unprecedented color to this dead world, just like black and white photos turned into color photos, the rules of the entire world of the dead were changed by Ivan Vincent's

The arrival and presence affected it, causing inexplicable changes.

"Mardimos, who gave you the courage to attack the people of my Magic Council?"

"Space-time barrier!"

The corner of Ivan Vincent's mouth curled up, and his cold voice echoed in front of the soul fireplace. An invisible barrier appeared in front of the light of judgment cast by the Lord of Hell, blocking it. Behind the barrier, there was a shocked look on his face.

Sexy Klaus and Lucien.

Klaus and Lucien were still scared after the disaster. They took a deep breath and then came back to their senses. They looked at Ivan Vincent who suddenly appeared and said gratefully.

"Your Excellency Ivan Vincent, thank you for your help!"

"Ivan, thank you so much this time. If you hadn't come this time, I'm afraid I would have fallen into the world of the dead!"

Klaus looked extremely grateful, with a mixture of joy and fear in his eyes. He was not a great arcanist, nor was he a peak legend. Facing the sneak attack of the god-like being Mordemus, Lord of Hell, he was almost helpless.

The power to fight back.

As a legendary magician, if Klaus is well prepared, although he is no match for the Lord of Hell in the god-like realm, he will not perish.

The Magic Council was able to develop little by little from the oppression of the Church of Truth because of the magician's mysterious methods, various resurrection magic rituals, and substitute magic items, which made it almost difficult to kill a legendary magician.

Not even God-like people can take action.

This time Klaus was in a desperate situation entirely because some of the magic items on his body were consumed when he was exploring the world of the dead. That's why he was so passive and was almost killed by the Lord of Hell.

"Ivan Vincent!"

"It was you who broke into hell back then, used legendary magic to destroy the eighth level of hell, killed the Frost Duke Tiftidis, and damaged the origin of hell!"

"I didn't expect that Douglas would dare to deceive me. He was very firm in saying that you are not from the Magic Council!"

The Lord of Hell, Mardimos, had a gloomy face, with a fierce light in his eyes. The holy light around him became more and more dazzling, making the Lord of Hell even more dazzling and holy. His eyes were fixed on Ivan Vincent, with murderous intent.

"President Douglas did not lie. I was still in Alto at that time and had not had any contact with the Magic Council!"

"Impossible. If you are not a member of the Magic Council, how could you become a Grand Arcanist in the magical desert ruled by the Southern Church?"

The Lord of Hell, Maldemos, did not believe Ivan Vincent's words at all. He retorted loudly with anger on his face as if he had been deceived.

"That's because I'm a genius!"

Before Ivan Vincent finished speaking, a bright holy light shone again, surging towards Ivan Vincent. It turned out that the Lord of Hell, Mardymos, was deliberately pretending to be angry in order to paralyze Ivan Vincent.

Van Vincent, then suddenly launched a sneak attack, hoping to catch Ivan Vincent off guard.

"Be careful, Your Excellency Ivan Vincent!"

"Careful! Ivan!"

Klaus and Lucien were horrified, watching helplessly as the holy and bright light swallowed up Ivan Vincent. The two of them quickly took action, and streams of magic energy surged out and attacked the holy light, hoping that they could

Helped Ivan Vincent.

The holy light dissipated, and the figure of Ivan Vincent disappeared. The Lord of Hell, Maldimos, looked a little solemn, looking around, constantly searching for the figure of Ivan Vincent. He did not believe that Ivan

Vincent would be killed by him so easily. That would be too underestimated for this great arcanist who could resist the divine descending spell by himself. Although I don’t know whether Ivan Vincent succeeded in his last attempt at the god-like realm, but

Ivan Vincent's combat power cannot be underestimated. He is a powerful being who can fight against gods.

"He is indeed the devil of hell, with cunning and insidiousness in his heart!"

"Didn't your mother tell you not to interrupt others? It's really rude to do so!"

An extremely cold voice sounded from the air, and Ivan Vincent's figure appeared on the spot again, unscathed, with a cold expression, his eyes slightly narrowed, and cold light seeping out, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling.

The pale red pupils of the Lord of Hell, Maldimos, shrunk to a point, like needles. He actually couldn't sense how Ivan Vincent disappeared and how he appeared. This is simply terrifying. As a god-like person,

He, even Viken, the god of truth at the pinnacle of godlikeness, could not hide from his perception and disappear and appear out of thin air. Such a level of power was beyond his understanding, making his heart sink continuously.
To be continued...