the last king of darkness

Chapter 133 What is this?

Dangdang!
As if the notes made of heavy metal hit the air heavily, the magnificent melody opened.

Powerful spiritual energy rushed in like a tide, and the breath of destruction formed a terrifying cannon through the melody of star energy.

Bright yellow light swirled on Rhodes' right hand, and the phantom of the giant cannon pointed at the giant judge along his arm.

"Psychic Cannon?"

For the first time a look of surprise appeared on Gregor's face.

"Energy increases in value in the void in the form of ladders, superimposed layer by layer like a surge. The law of this characteristic has never been heard before, and it bypasses the limit of absolute spiritual power strength."

"... No, this is a new star, it must be snuffed out, no one can stop the great old master from coming!"

Gregor was about to move forward, but More's spirit clung to him.

His twilight eye is very troublesome, it can make all energy go to twilight, become sluggish, inefficient, full of waste energy that cannot be reused.

Moore himself has also mastered high-level soul skills. His soul can leave the body directly, making the psionic energy polluted by the twilight characteristic more exposed and more influential.

But Gregor is not afraid, the absolute gap in rank represents the absolute gap in strength.

All he had to do was to concentrate, to clearly sense the psionic energy, and to drive out the parts that didn't belong to him.

Gregor entered into meditation confidently, and sensed his great river of spiritual power, and part of the yellow turbidity appeared in the originally turbulent and clear river.

Just as he was about to clear it out, suddenly, the phantom of the chief dean jumped out from behind him, holding two staffs and hitting his forehead with a jump.

The huge force created a circle of ripples in the air, and Gregor's big face collapsed.

"you!"

He turned his head in a rage, but the phantom had already dived to the ground.

It can switch freely between unreal and material.

"Theodore is an old man, I will tear him to pieces sooner or later!"

Gregor strengthened his psionic defense angrily, and entered into meditation again.

Moore's soul howled in pain, and the yellow psionic energy was being expelled along with part of his spiritual body.

But the next moment, a purple mist sprayed over, and then a lance hit him between the eyebrows.

Gregor opened his eyes with a strong psychic shock effect, and the discharge of the spirit body stopped again.

His gaze swept to Annabelle, who was in purple armor and suspended in the air in the distance.

"Magic power release? This is the Soul Armor... These brats are really troublesome."

The super psychic fluctuations not far away let Gregor know that he had to destroy the kid first.

"Forget it, kill him first, and then deal with you."

Gregor invoked his psionic energy, and a powerful sourness surged up, hindering all his activities.

With a sneer, he forcibly stepped forward and walked towards Rhodes.

"Iger, hurry up, drag Rhodes away!"

With a cry, Annabe drew a lance from her back and threw it.

Iger suddenly woke up like a dream, and rushed towards him as a white smoke, dragged Rhodes and ran back.

The lance struck Gregor again, disrupting his psychic functioning and halting his steps.

At this moment, Gregor knew that something was going to go wrong. With his current speed, even normal people couldn't catch up.

He immediately forcibly mobilized his psionic energy and poured it back into Moore's soul.

This brought great pain to Moore. He was howling crazily, but he didn't give in. He was tightly wrapped around Gregor, not loose at all.

The psychic fluctuations in the distance became stronger, and Gregor was startled and angry: "Immortal! If you don't get out of the way, your soul will explode!"

Amidst the terrifying howls of the soul, his voice came intermittently.

"My... student, I... guard."

"Mr. Moore, run!"

Rhodes shouted distractedly. In his ears, the grand performance had reached its climax. The four-layer sound wave was rushing to the fifth layer, and justice was about to be executed.

"Run! I'm going to fire!"

Amidst the violent howls of the soul, Moore's intermittent answers came.

"Must...definitely, become...a new star, my students...be vigilant!"

boom.

Moore's soul was blown up by the powerful psionic energy, and the spirit and soul body splashed all over the ground. The spirit and soul, which had lost their structural support, quickly disintegrated and fell into the void.

However, in Gregor's soul, there are already a large number of polluted psionic energy and fragmented spirit bodies that do not belong to him.

This not only affected his psychic functioning, but also interfered with his normal activities.

He staggered to one side, but couldn't escape the lock of the psychic cannon.

The breath of destruction rushed over.

Gregor yelled, "Wait, there's something to talk about, we can talk about..."

"I'm talking about eighteen generations of your mother's ancestors!"

Rhode roared, and the psionic energy accumulated to the limit rushed out, jetting away with white light like the sun.

Both the sky and the earth seemed to be trembling, the incomparably strong light pierced the darkness, the torrent of spiritual energy drowned Gregor's figure, pierced through the black mist, and left a long trail in the sky at a very small angle.

All the surviving personnel stared blankly at this miraculous sight.

When the white light fell, Gregor's upper body had been burned into a skeleton, only the legs below the knees were still intact.

After a few seconds of silence, cheers burst out, and the survivors ran towards Rhodes, wanting to hug their hero.

However, Rhodes frowned tightly and shouted: "Wait! He's not dead!"

Everyone was startled and turned their heads to look.

The tall half-skeleton was blown by the breeze and fell to the ground. Its bones were strange silver, like some kind of metal.

"not dead?"

People with high spiritual vision have turned on their spiritual vision, and there is no soul on the corpse.

"Why didn't you die?"

Rhodes couldn't explain it for a while, but he didn't get Gregor's soul, so he must not have died.

"I don't feel dead! Destroy his body too!"

Although he didn't understand, Rhode's words were extremely authoritative at the moment, and several soldiers immediately drew their weapons and rushed over.

But in the next moment, the aura on the skull shone, and the psychic energy spread, and a gray soul appeared from the head and extended downward.

"Be careful!" Rhodes shouted.

Several fighters jumped back immediately, but several cyan lights suddenly appeared in the void, inserted around the fighters like a fence, locking them firmly.

The giant skeleton stood up, two soul fires burning in his eye sockets, and a hollow sound came from his throat.

"The little ghosts are getting more and more outrageous now. They can even knock out my hole cards and recognize my soul hidden in the void. I originally wanted you to live a little longer, but it seems that there is no chance."

He took a step forward, his movements still slow, obviously Moore's influence had not been completely eliminated.

The skeleton's big hand waved past, and the three warriors suddenly howled violently. The flesh and blood on their bodies was stripped by invisible force, and flew into the body of the giant skeleton.

Flesh gradually appeared on the silver skeleton.

What the hell is this monster?

Unbelievable emotions rose in Rhodes' heart, and the bright yellow stars became dim in his soul, and he couldn't use the second [Psionic Quintet] shot.

"Run, everyone, run!"

The half-skeleton sneered: "Run?"

As the flesh and blood flew in, his movements became faster and faster, and the last trace of filthy spiritual energy was also expelled from his body. The soldier's wailing gradually became quieter, and after a few seconds, there was no more sound.

The skeleton was only covered with a film of blood.

"My flesh and blood, how can you run away?"

He turned into a blood-red figure, and instantly came to Rhodes. A blue light emerged from the void, locking him firmly.

The unformed spirit boat was instantly broken up.

The half-skeleton grinned and said, "Let me taste your flesh and blood first!"

The big hand covered with blood film touched Rhodes' neck.

But Gregor showed a surprised expression on his bloody and hideous face: "What do you want to do? Fight with me for psychic power?"

The spiritual energy that did not belong to him came from his hand, which not only interrupted his characteristics, but also interfered with the movement of his arm.

Rhode's face flushed red, pouring all the psionic energy into his body.

He has no other means, only spiritual power.

Psionics with strong soul imprints are incompatible and mutually exclusive.

You can blow up Teacher Moore's soul, and I can blow up yours too!

But Gregor showed a very weird expression, as if he saw something extremely ridiculous.

"A ninth-level combatant, a second-level psychic, is fighting for psychic power against a third-level combatant, a ninth-level psychic holder. And he just used the psychic cannon."

Gregor's face suddenly became grim.

"Boy, you are courting death!"

More powerful high-level spiritual energy rushed up.

Although he suffered heavy injuries and his psychic power was too weak, it was still easy to crush an ant to death.

In an instant, Rhodes felt a huge force pushing his psionic energy back.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, his spirit immediately attracted the blue stars in his soul, and the bright blue light instantly illuminated his soul.

【wake】

A strong spiritual energy storm was aroused from the void, and infinite power was poured into the soul. The feeling of emptiness and exhaustion disappeared instantly, and powerful and full spiritual energy rushed up.

The two strands of spiritual energy immediately stalemate, and Rhodes' spiritual energy is slowly pushing back.

The blood film on Gregor's face could not hold his expression and cracked.

"What, what is this?"

(End of this chapter)