Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 190 The Dead Seven Bengxian
"So, in fact, the demons are unable to fully mobilize the power of faith in Elsword?"

"Right! The best you can do is give yourself a Taixu Xuanbing buff like this guy did, and it has side effects."

"What is Taixu Xuanbing?" The elf lady was a little confused about the strange words that Lord suddenly came up with.

"Nothing much, a magic item that can make a person three times stronger."

"But his strength is more than just tripled."

Celia pointed at Graosam.

In her eyes, this demon was obviously not a magician who was particularly good at fighting. Judging from Fidel's dull eyes the whole time, she guessed that he was probably a demon with some kind of spiritual magic talent.

And it was this demon who, with the help of the power of faith, was able to repel himself for a short time.

It is conceivable how powerful the power of faith is.

"But the consequences are also serious, aren't they? Don't you think it's funny? After all the planning and even sacrificing so many of my own men, the only thing I got in return was a stronger holy sword.

The demons had corrupted its shell, stolen its form, and were even able to harness the power that overflowed from the contamination.

However, they will never be able to reach the core, much less truly mobilize the torrent of faith that has accumulated over thousands of years."

The light in Lord's palm swayed gently, as if confirming his words.

Celie finally understood why Lord allowed the holy sword to be taken away.

It turned out that what the demons got was just a powerful empty shell, a weapon that required specific conditions to be activated, and they were destined to be unable to meet this condition.

"So, you let it go..." Celia's voice was filled with mixed emotions.

"I did it on purpose. This is a good opportunity to follow the clues, find their lair, find the so-called new demon king, and... figure out some things."

The conversation between the two of them did not avoid Graosam at all, and as Lord revealed his plan in full, the other party's face became increasingly ugly.

In Lord's opinion, there was no need for him to hide from the other party.

Because some people are destined not to see tomorrow's sun.

"Of course, the main reason is that I've already let Shulahart escape from me twice. Three times is the limit, and this time I want to see how he escapes."

After Lord finished speaking, he walked towards Graosam, and every step seemed to be stepping on the other's heartbeat.

He squatted down, ignoring the complicated look in Graosam's eyes, and his gaze fell on his broken body.

"Furthermore, I'm curious," Lord's voice was inquiring. "I've sensed a familiar power from the contamination of Elsword. The nature of that power carries a paradoxical feeling of both foulness and holiness. It reminds me of something... an existence that should have completely vanished.

"You just said it, didn't you? The remnants of the First Demon King's power were found in the ruins of the First Demon King's castle. Could this power be the remaining fragments of the Goddess' power?"

Lord seemed to be asking Graosam, but in fact he was explaining to Celie.

"Goddess?" Celie frowned.

Volame even covered his mouth, his eyes full of disbelief.

goddess!

The remnant of the power that was killed by the legendary God Slayer?
Graosam lay on the ground, listening to Lord's calm words and looking at the all-seeing eyes of the other party. A chill deeper than death instantly strangled him.

It turns out...it turns out all of this was part of the other party's plan! ?
Letting the Holy Sword go was intentional!

The other party even sensed traces of the goddess' power! ?
How can this be! ?
This man... who is he?
"Who...who are you?!" Graosum shouted, using up his remaining strength. "How could you possibly know so much?!"

Even they spent decades deducing that this power originated from the goddess. Yet this man recognized her at a single glance.

"Me?" Lord saw the despair in Graosam's eyes and said calmly, "I'm just an old friend who's very interested in the new toys you found."

He changed the subject and continued, "Rather than who I am, I'm more interested in how you can withstand the power of faith.

Tell me, Graosam, how did Shulahat allow you to carry that power for a short period of time?
Is it some kind of magic? Or a special body modification? Or is it some kind of prop that was directly implanted?"

Graosam's pupils widened. The other party even wanted to know this!
This is the core secret of the demon clan! It is the technology that Master Shulahat has researched for many years!
"Kill me! I won't tell you anything. The Demon King will avenge me! You will all..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Lord stretched out a finger, and light condensed at the fingertips. Countless tiny arrows of light directly penetrated into Graosam's brain.

These light arrows instantly pierced deep into Graosam's consciousness!
"Ughhhhhh!!!"

As if it was an attack directly targeting his soul, Graosam's body twitched wildly.

The pain went beyond the limits of the flesh and reached the origin of his soul.

"Tell me. What method did you use?"

"No! No..." Graosam's consciousness collapsed in the severe pain, but the demon instinct made him resist desperately.

Lord pressed down slightly with his fingertips.

Under this attack on his soul, Graosam completely collapsed, and only mechanical responses remained.

"It's a fragment! Lord Shulahart found something from the ruins of the first Demon King's Castle. Using magic, he integrated a small portion of it into my body, granting me the ability to temporarily carry the power of faith."

After listening to this, Lord frowned slightly.

This method was too dangerous, and he had never thought of experimenting with it at the time.

But I didn't expect that Shulahat could actually do this. In this case, can I use this magic to rewrite the formula of life?

"Is that all? Is there a complete magic?" Lord asked, and the power of his fingertips increased again.

"No more! All... all were performed by Lord Shulahat himself... This kind of magic is only known to Lord Shulahat."

Seeing that no more valuable information could be squeezed out, Lord withdrew his fingers.

Graosam collapsed like mud, leaving only weak twitching and instinctive gasping for breath. His already severely injured body was breathing out more than breathing in under Lord's further attacks.

Lord stood up and looked at Celie, nodding slightly.

"Now, you can start."

These words were like opening the last shackle.

Celia, who had long been unable to suppress her murderous intent, took action directly.

A condensed spear of light appeared instantly and flew directly towards Graosam.

The last thing reflected in Graosam's pupils was the light representing death.

laugh!
The light gun pierced through his head directly, and Graosam's body leaned back, completely losing all life.

This great demon, who was ranked as one of the Seven Sages among the demons, died just like that.

(End of this chapter)