Lucien suppressed all kinds of overwhelming negative emotions and tried his best to resist the pull of Horadric's staff on Tarasha's soul. Only then did he stop the pain of his soul being torn apart.
But he finally realized that his situation at this time was extremely passive, and the feeling of being pinched by someone was really depressing. He began to regret why he coveted the power of Tarasha's remnant soul in the first place.
And this useless Duriel has not served any purpose, and is also getting in the way. This decision was truly a failure.
In his anger, he actually wanted to use Duriel to kill these three people and absorb all the original power. Then he tried to devour the projection of the devil, adding that it was consumed by guiding the plane portal for a long time. the power of.
After eroding and occupying Horazon's body, he gradually understood the true purpose and ambition of his father and two uncles in invading the world of Sanctuary.
Human beings are a magical medium. With the assistance of another level of law, their demon king family can achieve the most perfect form by absorbing other hell creatures and even other demon kings.
However, these three humans showed strength that was completely inconsistent with their age, and they also possessed the Staff of Horadric, which completely disrupted his plan.
He thought that Bartuk died at the hands of the Horadim, but at this moment, it seems that it is not necessarily what he thought.
At the moment, he doesn't think about why Horadric's Staff suddenly appeared here, he just wants to leave here immediately.
But he cannot directly teleport back to the different space opened by Horason. At this time, that space is still in the shock caused by the collapse of the plane portal. If more than half of Horason's power is left, he can still force Leave, but there's no way to lock it now.
No, if he still has more than half of his strength, why the hell does he need to leave!
He felt that he was so angry that he made one wrong step and another wrong step.
Duriel was also so angry at Lucien's series of stupid moves that he couldn't even speak. Looking at Lucien lying on the ground, he almost wanted to go up and fuck him a few more times. But the remaining reason still told it that doing so would only make it look as stupid as Lucien.
And Lucien finally made up his mind. Before he could stand up from the ground, he reached out from the collar into the blue robe. After letting out an extremely painful groan, he pulled out an irregular piece of black blood dripping from his chest. Crystal, under Durrell's half-shocked and half-surprised gaze, he hit the huge wound on its abdomen with his hand.
An arrow accurately hit the inch-long crystal, but it failed to escape Lucien's control. It just deflected slightly and fell straight into the ugly wound.
As soon as the crystal came into contact with the flesh and blood of Duriel's body, it seemed to be alive, trembling and shaking for a while, and then seemed to take root, being pulled by the black blood on the surface and drilling into the depths of the wound.
Then Duriel let out an excited roar, the wound began to heal quickly, and the color of the body surface suddenly began to deepen. The maimed left sickle blade fell off directly, and a long hook, which was about the same thickness as the jointed limb, was extended. The hook was twisted and the end was extremely sharp.
Although this long hook is much smaller than the previous huge scythe, it looks more vicious and breathtaking.
When Duriel experienced a series of changes, Lucien, who had become even weaker, used all his strength to launch a huge ice storm at Mo Bei who had rushed in front of him. After the hit, there was a controlled The exploded ice gathered again, trying to seal Mo Beibing.
Now he gave it a try and gave all the demonic origin he had accumulated for many years to the clone of Duriel, causing its strength to skyrocket.
As long as it can kill these three humans, it still has the final trump card to regain most of its power.
Although the risk of doing so is extremely high, it is simply nonsense to expect the previous Duriel to help him hold down these three humans. He himself was suppressed by Horadric's Staff and was unable to exert any combat effectiveness at all, so he had no choice but to resort to this strategy.
"ah!!"
However, just as he took action, he screamed again, and was struck by the Horadric Staff, while being shot with several arrows.
The equipment on Mo Bei's body has the property of being unable to be frozen, and it also has super high ice resistance. How could it be frozen by him? He broke away from the ice outside his body and hit Lucien's chest stained with black blood. The sword thrust out.
This thousand-year-old shit-stirring stick has too many variables in this battle and must be killed first!
However, when the ground trembled, Duriel's huge body actually appeared beside him, and the long hook was also close at hand.
Mo Bei only had time to get halfway out of the way, but the long hook that reached straight to the back still caught his right arm and jerked him aside.
Looking at the black iron light at the end of the long hook, he couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. Fortunately, his arm was not directly hooked.
Immediately let go of the Sword of Excellence, freeing his arm from the drag of the long hook, and then quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and with the force of the drag, the sword penetrated Duriel's chest.
But the blade only penetrated a foot before it was difficult to penetrate any further. Mo Bei did not consider how much the opponent's defense had improved, and launched a charge directly. He stepped hard on Duriel's abdomen, drew the sword out, and turned around to slash to the side of the road. Sean.
Du Riel raised his giant scythe and chased Mo Bei, who was flying out, about to chop him down, but was hit in the head by a meteorite. Although the damage was bearable, his attack failed again.
Its giant scythe struck the ground hard, but Mo Bei's giant sword struck Lucien's head, who had just recovered from the pain of soul-splitting, and cut off a thick demon horn directly. , Lucien hugged the sticky ground again within two seconds of standing up.
The sword blade fell again, but it opened a deep ravine in the ground, and Lucien used teleportation to escape.
"Ah!!!! Ah!!!! Waste!!!! Duriel!!!! You waste! Maggot!"
Lucien's hysterical roar echoed in the stone chamber, and there was even a sad emotion in his voice. It felt like this guy was about to cry from anger.
This is definitely the most miserable and stupid day in his life!
The viciousness and resentment in Duriel's eyes flashed away, and he ignored Lucien's insults. The long hook and the giant scythe fell on Mo Bei's head, but Mo Bei moved sideways contrary to common sense and dodged the attack. Appearing on the inside of the long hook and giant scythe, it was a sword aimed at his newly healed flank.
The skin there was indeed relatively fragile. The excellent sword infused with revenge pierced it directly. At the same time, he raised his shield to block the retaliation of the giant scythe. Using the force of being knocked back, he instead grabbed the hilt of the sword and cut it. A large hole was opened in Duriel's side again.
At this time, Du Ruier's strength had indeed increased several times. This blow sent Mo Bei flying far away. His head was buzzing, and he felt like all the bones in his body were shaken apart.
Fortunately, it was blocked with a shield, so the damage was limited. Moreover, the evil frost that most feared job transfers had little effect on him, which was why Duriel was beaten so hard that he was unable to fight back at the beginning.
Du Ruier watched Mo Bei turn over and stand up, almost unhurt, but gradually calmed down again.
After several rounds of fighting, it also woke up. Even though its strength was increased several times, the fighting method still did not change. The human boy with high defense and high resistance was still his nemesis.
Thinking of this, its hatred for Lucien boiled over again.
