Chapter 328 The Shadow Impact of the Spirit of Fear
Hearing Huo Jixing’s solemn voice, Miss Fortune’s expression suddenly changed and she couldn’t help but turn around.
In the rolling black mist, she saw a tall ghost, wrapped in a dark robe with hooked chains on the outside.
The ghost's body glowed with a strange emerald green light, and he held a shaking lantern in his lifeless hand.
Soullock Warden Thresh!
Miss Fortune can only feel piercing fear when she is actually faced with it.
Even more frightened than when she watched her mother die and faced the murderer's gunman.
“Leave Thresh to me.”
Lucian gripped the relic pistol and strode towards Thresh.
“Haha, yes, then leave Hekarim to me.”
Hearing this, Huo Jixing looked at Lucian's slightly anxious figure and laughed softly.
Then he looked at the high cliff ridge in the distance and saw countless green will-o'-the-wisps appearing, rushing towards the Nagakapoulos Temple like a torrent.
It's Hecarim and his Iron Order.
"Leave it to you."
After Miss Fortune said this, she turned around and led her men towards the Naga Kapoulos Temple.
Gangplank followed closely, and Drizzt, Graves and others also followed quickly.
Sock and Fedel, protected by Yosip, ran towards the temple as the black mist approached.
This is what Huo Jixing specially told.
Hecarim, Shadow of War, stood on the cliff ridge, raising the burning broad-bladed halberd in his hand with a cold expression.
The fearful knights behind them all urged their horses from the underworld to dismount, running down at a speed that was impossible for a living person.
This is the charge of the Iron Legion!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The sound of horse hooves is like a wave of steel, carrying endless power, setting off wave after wave, pushing forward.
On both sides of the wave, the dark and cold black fog spread out like the wings of death, sweeping away all objects in its way.
Hecarim is at the forefront as the arrow of this destructive force.
Under the devil-like helmet, the green flames trembled, as if the devil from the underworld was laughing.
【Shadow Impact】!
Hecarim already knew the strength of Huojixing. This time he no longer underestimated the enemy, but launched a charge with all his strength.
He led the iron regiment under his command, adding everyone's strength to himself.
It is the power of rage and malice!
In the blink of an eye, Hecarim crossed the distance between the mountain and the underground river and rushed to Huo Jixing.
"Life, perish!"
He waved the broad-bladed halberd with pale green flames in his hand and chopped it down brazenly.
The strike was filled with Hecarim's full power, and a huge shadow blast shot from the broadbladed halberd.
He vaguely wanted to chop the Huo Jixing in front of him into pieces together with the temple behind him.
Facing the terrifying offensive in front of him, Huo Jixing raised his head slightly, looked at Hecarim who raised his front hooves and waved a broad-bladed halberd, and spoke in a solemn voice.
"Xingling·Nanli Suzaku!"
Clang!
The call of the Suzaku sounded.
Behind Huo Jixing, Nanli Suzaku emerged from the red-gold flames, with its flame wings spread out like a flame god.
Just a moment.
Nanli Suzaku condensed into a solid body, and the raging flames bathed in it burned away the surrounding black mist. The golden claws came first and struck Hecarim's broad-bladed halberd.
Boom!
A deafening bang echoed over Bilgewater.
The fierce confrontation between the shadow shock wave and the golden claw shook the port city.
The air screamed and the black mist dispersed.
The aftermath of the energy raged like a tidal wave, destroying the buildings and rocks it touched, and then continued to spread to the surrounding areas.
Looking from a distance, a blank space appeared out of thin air in the black mist.
It can be seen that the red-gold Nanli Suzaku stretched out its sharp claws and forcibly held down the broad-bladed halberd, which even made the halberd tremble.
And under the wings of Zhetian.
The Dread Knights who followed Hecarim's charge were plunged into the boundless sea of fire.
The blazing flames burned away the black mist, and the fearful knights lost their shelter and howled miserably.
They once thought they would have nothing to fear by following Hecarim.
But now, they feel the coming of death again.
This time it is no longer the death of the body, but the death of the soul.
It is complete death!
Hecarim watched helplessly as the Dread Knights under his command disappeared in the flames, and their breath could no longer be felt.
"No tolerance!"
He looked at Huo Jixing, noticed the terrifying purifying power in the flame, and roared.
【Rampage】!
Hecarim's expression was furious, and the emerald-green will-o'-the-wisps surged and gathered on the broad-bladed halberd before slashing down again.
Chi!
The will-o'-the-wisp blade cut through the blazing flames and struck directly at Huo Jixing's neck, intending to decapitate the enemy and avenge the fear knight under his command.
Huo Jixing's eyes were like a torch, and he used his hand as a knife. The rich fire of Nanli wrapped around his palm and faced the broad-bladed halberd.
Bang!
A dull roar sounded.
Hecarim felt a powerful force coming from him, making his body tremble.
But he did not flinch at all, his eyes were full of crazy fighting spirit.
Slaughtering the living allows him to recall his long-lost glory.
Even if you die, you will not hesitate.
Hecarim roared wildly, ignoring the golden claws that Nanli Suzaku thrust out again, and increased his strength to swing the broad-bladed halberd, trying to cut off Huo Jixing's hand.
Unfortunately, his rage made him lose his mind. Nanli Suzaku broke through the will-o'-the-wisp, and his golden claws slapped Hecarim's demon armor hard, sending him flying away.
Hecarim looked at the noble and majestic Nanli Suzaku in front of him, with a look of fear in his eyes.
"This power, as well as the power of purification just now. The power of the stars?"
Huo Jixing's eyes flashed, and his body disappeared. In an instant, he appeared on top of Hecarim's head and chopped it off with his hand knife.
He would not miss the opportunity before him.
Hecarim was unable to dodge and could only resist the blow.
With a loud bang, Hecarim resisted Huo Jixing's flaming sword slash and fell into the billowing black mist.
When he got up, he saw that his demon armor was broken and his body was covered with traces of flames.
Hecarim looked at Huo Jixing, who was walking over, and Nanli Suzaku, who was fluttering his wings behind him and was about to fly. The fury in his eyes was almost as real as reality.
“I am above death!”
[Spirit of Fear]!
Hecarim stood up, and the retreating black mist instantly surrounded him, blending into his armor and body, healing the scars burned by the flames.
Da da! Ta-ta!
Hecarim stepped forward, and when he came to Huo Jixing, the traces of flames on his body completely disappeared.
Even the demon armor he was wearing showed no signs of being broken.
Huo Jixing's eyes darkened, he had no idea that Hecarim would have such means.
It took a lot of effort to severely injure Hecarim, but under the healing power of the black mist, he recovered directly.
Huo Jixing thought of some memory fragments from his previous life, about the origin of Hecarim, the Shadow of War.
It is rumored that Hecarim became an undead creature full of rage and malice due to the eternal curse.
And he has already become one with the black mist, and at the same time he is completely a slave of the black mist.
"If the black mist does not disappear, will he be immortal forever?" Huo Jixing thought to himself.
And Hecarim responded with his own attack.
The ruthless blade is invincible to all!
He charged towards Huo Jixing again, and at the point where the broad-bladed halberd was pointed, billowing black mist surged towards him.
A thrilling battle unfolded amidst the intertwining of red-gold flames and black mist.
Huo Jixing and Hecarim fought to the death, and every time they clashed, there was a dazzling light and a deafening sound.
Nanli Suzaku showed its terrifying power, suppressing the boundless black mist.
On the ancient mountain road, the pale green glow reflects the countless ghosts around.
The soul-locked warden's withered skin was covered under a tattered hooded cloak, and the lantern in his hand faintly illuminated the remaining flesh on his body.
Desolate and dilapidated, without emotion, but with an air of sadistic fanaticism.
Like its kind, Thresh floated up gently, and groans of pain came from the rustling robes.
He raised his head half an inch, and Lucian saw his excessively sharp teeth, grinning sinisterly and expectantly.
“We meet again, mortals!”
Lucian pulled the trigger, and the sacred pistol in his hand shot out silver light, driving away the enveloping black fog.
Hearing Thresh's voice, even though he had already assumed it thousands of times in his mind.
But he still felt that his mouth was dry and his palms were wet with sweat.
“You killed Senna!”
Lucian kept calm in his heart and began to repeat the purification mantra.
For the next battle, he must be as strong as iron.
"My only relative in this world."
"Senan.?"
Thrust's throat made a strange gurgling sound, like someone talking in the water. It's like the cry of a prisoner on death row when the noose is tightened.
“I can’t remember a little bit.”
"My wife!"
Lucian spoke in a solemn voice, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his tone, but he suppressed it well.
Because every more word you say makes it easier for Onhamite to defeat himself.
But he didn't notice the tears of grief falling on the hanging box between his neck, irritating his skin with a cold feeling.
“Haha, I remembered it.”
Thresh chuckled softly, his needle teeth flashing with green light bleeding under the black mist.
He stretched out his yellow nails and knocked on the lamp cover of the Soul-Drawing Lamp.
“A living soul is far from barren and cold. She is ready to endure torture, but she is full of the desire for new life, opening up in her heart.”
“It is so fresh, like The flowers of spring can be picked at will, destroying all dreams."
Lucian raised the two sacred spears and pointed them at Thresh.
"If you remember her, you will probably remember this too."
A strange color appeared on the face under the tattered cloak.
"Weapon of light."
"Light gives pain to darkness."
Lucian said every word, as if he was squeezing all hatred into the weapon in his hand .
"You want to"
Thresh hasn't finished speaking yet, but Lucian doesn't want to wait any longer.
He pulled a pair of triggers without aiming.
【Enthusiasm】!
The explosive pure fire instantly engulfed the Soul Lock Warden, and his screams sounded like fairy music to Lucian.
However, the screams suddenly turned into gurgling laughter.
(End of this chapter)