I have a role in the heavens

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

The secret room fell into silence again. It was empty except for one coffin that had not been opened. It was lying there quietly. The space was filled with an oppressive and gloomy atmosphere, which made 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. luster. He looked at the direction where Saint Ivan and Douglas were fighting, raised the corners of his mouth with a sarcastic smile, and then walked towards the deep entrance!

Klaus and Lucien came out of the palace, and a transcendent feeling suddenly appeared beside them that could not be touched or approached, as if it was another world.

"That is?"

Lucien's mental force field stretched over and saw a towering and majestic black hall. The top of it spread into the sky, with no end in sight. The door of the main hall is open, and in the center is a gray translucent curtain. Within the curtain are gray faces with different expressions, which makes people feel heart-stopping.

"Soul Hearth!"

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

Looking at the curtain where countless souls are frozen, he sighs and reaches out his 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. 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. He was obsessed and pious, 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.

"Sinners, 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 didn't 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 up and down, long left and right! The great prophet, with his sarcastic red eyes, was dressed like a familiar saint of the Northern Church. All the details flashed back clearly in Lucien's mind as if in slow motion, and his deep and angry voice 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 do you need to remember 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! Facing this being again, without the help of an existence 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 used magic on Lucien again.

"Light of Judgment!"

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

Maldemos, the Lord of Hell, had a solemn expression, surrounded by holy light, and a vast beam of light with the aura of judgment descended from the sky, hitting Lucien directly. At this moment, the Lord of Hell, synonymous with evil, is more like the God of Truth than anyone else!

"Buzz!"

Time and space trembled, 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, his blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, and they shone with silver. 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 necromantic world were changed by Ivan Vincent's The arrival and presence influence, and inexplicable changes occur.

"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 before 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 frightened as they survived 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 at the peak of the 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 mysterious methods of magicians, various magic rituals of resurrection, and substitute magic items, which made it almost difficult to kill a legendary magician. Even God-like action won't work.

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, 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 face of the Lord of Hell, Mardimos, was gloomy, 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 land 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 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 magical 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 that can fight against gods.

"He is indeed a devil from 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 the light of a needle. He actually couldn't sense how Ivan Vincent disappeared or how he appeared. This was 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. There was a vague premonition.

"Spear of Purification!"

A bright and icy spear tip condensed and shot towards Ivan Vincent rapidly. The sacred aura purified the surrounding strong sense of death and solidified black and white, making it seem like heaven on earth, and the sound of chants seemed to be ringing in the air at the same time.

when!

The tip of the spear hit Ivan Vincent in front of him, making a crisp and strange metal collision sound. Illusory ripples appeared strangely in front of Ivan Vincent. There was an invisible streak in front of him. The defensive barrier, even a full blow from the Lord of Hell in the god-like realm cannot break through this defense.

"Is it only to this extent? His magical power conflicts with your divine-like nature. If you just use these magical skills, Maldimos, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!"

The nature of the Lord of Hell's power is biased toward darkness and evil, and is mutually exclusive with the power of Heavenly Mountain. His use of the divine magic of the Church of Truth is okay against Klaus in the legendary realm, but it is a bit difficult to deal with a great arcanist like Douglas. Not to mention that he was facing Ivan Vincent, a godlike person who had understood the secret of immortality and seen the reality of the world.

Ivan Vincent is different from other godlike beings. Lord of Silver Moon, Will of the Abyss, and Lord of Hell are all natural godlike beings. They are special beings created after the intersection of two parallel universes. Although their power levels are also godlike, , but their understanding of the world is not even as good as that of the Great Arcanist. It is more of a soul's instinctive understanding of the world that makes them stronger than the legendary peak. They know it but don't know why.

Viken, the God of Truth, is better than them. He has received the wisdom legacy of Thanos, the Sun King. He uses the power of emotions to promote the transformation of the soul and is promoted to the god-like realm. Although there are many consequences, even It also caused soul division. The monster god in the world of the dead was transformed from another part of his soul and developed its own will. Although it was restricted by him to a certain extent, it still resisted his control and even tempted Sard. , incited the King of Angels to rebel.

Only Ivan Vincent was different. He realized the reality of the world, knew the reason for the existence of extraordinary power, glimpsed the mystery of god-like, merged with himself in the parallel world, and made his soul rise in dimension, and then he was promoted to become God-like beings are true beings with a god-like realm, knowledge and power, and their strength far exceeds that of other kinds of gods.

"The sigh of the dead, the spear of death!"

Two black rays of light shot out from the pale red eyes of the Lord of Hell, and the space shook. A terrifying and oppressive aura enveloped the entire Temple of the Dead. Space and time were frozen by these two magical techniques. Crow Si and Lucien stood motionless and still behind Ivan Vincent, as if they were sealed on the scroll and did not exist in real life. Their thoughts were frozen, and the terrifying aura of death shrouded them. Deep in their hearts, their souls were trembling and stirring, and the cognitive world could not bear this powerful aura. It was constantly vibrating, causing them to fall into sluggishness.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Ivan Vincent's blue eyes, and he looked like the Lord of Hell. He was worthy of being a being who could rule hell. Although his strength was not as strong as Viken, who controlled the world of Heaven Gate, he was not weaker than Viken. The Lord of Silver Moon, Aitna, and the Will of the Abyss.

Ivan Vincent still looked calm and collected. Facing the full attack of the Lord of Hell, he gently raised his hand, pointed at the two black lights, and spoke.

"Matter is destroyed!"

This is the secret of the microscopic realm. The antimatter gushes out and completely merges with the two divine-like techniques of the Lord of Hell, offsetting the terrifying energy. The two divine-like techniques disappear out of thin air.

The Lord of Hell, Mardimos's pupils tightened, and the shadow in his heart expanded infinitely. He simply did not understand how Ivan Vincent offset his two divine spells. All of this is an unknown fighting method. He didn't have any confidence that he could win. There was fear in the depths of his eyes, and he looked at Ivan Vincent in surprise.

"What kind of method are you using? It doesn't look like arcane magic?"

A trace of disdain flashed in Ivan Vincent's eyes, like a high-ranking academic looking down at the underachievers, full of majesty and pressure, and sarcastically said.

"You know nothing! Who said I don't use arcane magic?! With your pitiful knowledge base, it's normal that you can't understand the mysteries of my magic!"

Ivan Vincent's contempt has deeply stung the self-esteem of the Lord of Hell for some reason. He is also a god-like person after all. His knowledge of the world far exceeds that of ordinary legendary magicians, and he has studied the truth. Although the divine magic of the church and the arcane magic of the Magic Council are not as profound as those of the Grand Arcanist, they are not ignorant people. How can they withstand Ivan Vincent's sarcasm.

"Original blessing!"

The projection of the Nine Hells emerged behind Maldimos. It was dark, terrifying, gloomy, evil, depraved, and bloody. Auras enveloped the entire Temple of the Dead, allowing Klaus and Klaus, who had just recovered their ability to move, to Lucien fell into a state of stiffness again, his body trembling slightly, as if he couldn't bear the terrifying breath of hell.

Among the nine levels of hell projection, the eighth level is somewhat different. It is barren and desolate. There is not even a mountain. It seems that it has suffered some terrible impact. There is a huge deep pit on the ground, exuding the breath of death. The projection of the nine levels of hell shot out a black light and integrated into the body of the Lord of Hell. This is the original power of the nine levels of hell. The integration of these original powers caused Mardimos' power to skyrocket, but in an instant, his strength It increased by at least 30%, and the powerful aura intimidated all the restless undead creatures in the undead world, and they all crawled to the ground, not daring to move rashly.

"Darkness swallows!"

Maldimos shouted loudly, and the endless black was like ink, penetrating and dissipating, dispersing the gray and white colors in the undead world, leaving only endless darkness, like the huge mouth of the abyss, wanting to swallow up all life and Soul, even Douglas, Saint Ivan and others who were fighting had their expressions changed. They stopped fighting and looked in the direction of Ivan Vincent and others in shock. They felt extremely terrifying energy fluctuations, which were comparable to The divine descending technique is enough to destroy everything.

"I didn't expect you to deduce such a divine technique based on the divine descending technique. It's finally a bit interesting!"

A look of admiration appeared on Ivan Vincent's face. Mardymus was indeed amazing. He actually developed such a divine magic from the Divine Descendancy of the Church of Truth, which has surpassed the Lord of Silver Moon Aitna and the Abyss. will.

"It's a pity that even so, it still can't make me happy!"

Ivan Vincent pointed his finger, and a bright light bloomed, dazzling and hot, and a terrifying energy wave erupted, like the explosion of the star sun. The storm swept away, dispelling the darkness, and the entire necromantic world turned into a sea of ​​light. The necromantic world Countless undead creatures in the periphery were shrouded in terrifying light. The dark power in their bodies collapsed, and they all let out miserable roars. Their bodies collapsed and they all died.