Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

As long as the power is not at the same level, Elsword will never be defeated.

But for some reason, Lord felt a sense of familiarity from the twisted dark matter on the surface of Elsword.

So he took the initiative and asked: "Tell me what kind of magic you use? If I am in a good mood, I can leave you an intact body."

"You are joking, Your Excellency. Demons will dissipate immediately after death. How can there be a complete corpse?"

"Yes, after all, you have long lost the favor of the gods. You are the only life in this world without the gods' blessing. Therefore, when you die, even your body will turn directly into ashes and dissipate."

Graosam's heart was pounding!

Who on earth is this man?!

It was no secret that the demons had lost the favor of the gods. After all, in the mythological era, the demons would leave behind corpses when they died. It was not until the godslayer killed their gods that the demons began to dissipate directly upon death.

But why did I hear a hint of nostalgia in this man's tone?

As if the other person has experienced these things personally?

As a demon who excels in mental magic, Graosam is very sensitive to emotional matters. After all, only in this way can he use his magic to catalyze the other party's emotions.

And the emotions contained in the man's words just now were all sincere!

Not to mention the other party's seemingly indifferent gaze, which made Graosam feel a more suffocating sense of oppression than when he faced Celie.

Celia's strength is destructive and sharp, while this man's calmness seems to contain unknown terror.

But at this moment, Graosam had no time to delve into Lord's identity.

Because he saw Lord raised his finger slightly after he finished speaking. This seemingly insignificant action made all the hairs on Graosam's body stand up.

He's going to take action!

"Wait!" Graosam said quickly, "I have some information about Lord Shulahart and our Demon Race's newly appointed Demon King. I believe this will definitely pique your interest."

He bet!

I bet that this mysterious and powerful man in front of me would be interested in the word "Demon King".

After the first Demon King was killed a thousand years ago, the demon clan had no more Demon Kings and fell into a long state of division and dormancy.

The emergence of the new demon king means that the demon race has changed again, which is definitely news enough to shock the entire continent.

Sure enough, Lord's fingertips, which were about to be raised, paused slightly.

"Demon King?" Lord frowned. "Your demon race has given birth to a new Demon King?"

Lord didn't know when the demon king in the original book was born, so he couldn't be sure of the authenticity of Graosam's news.

In that case, let this guy say a few more words.

On the other side, Graosam clearly felt that the breath that was locking onto him had slowed down slightly.

He was ecstatic.

I made the right bet.

Celie looked at Lord, obviously surprised by the news as well.

A new demon king? This is no small matter.

"That's right!" Graosam seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and continued to stall. "Lord Shulahart discovered a trace of the essence left behind by the first Demon King at the site of the former Demon King's Castle. With this essence, we have found the perfect successor, a master with unparalleled talent and power. He has been revered by all demons as the new Demon King!"

What Graosam said was all true, because only in this way could he better deceive this man and better delay time.

Besides, it wouldn't matter even if they knew the news.

Because the rise of His Majesty the Demon King is irreversible, and this is something that no one can change.

While he was recounting this explosive news that would shock any leader of any faction, he was staring at the scene of the confrontation between the Holy Sword Elsword out of the corner of his eye.

Just the last bit.

Inside, where no one could see, the light at the core of the holy sword was being replaced by purple-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the wailing sounds from the sword became weaker and weaker, replaced by more wildly twisted black tentacles on the surface of the sword.

Lord noticed all this, but for some reason, he did not stop it. He just listened quietly to Graosam's story without any change on his face, as if he was listening to an insignificant story.

And his silence, in Graosam's opinion, was the best response.

Time, what he needs most now is time!

"So, Lady Celia, and this powerful Lord, the situation on the continent is about to change..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because at this moment, a huge roar suddenly erupted from the inside of the holy sword Elsword.

hum! ! !

All the twisted black matter wrapped around the sword body and base suddenly shrank, and then poured into the holy sword like a tide.

Then, the holy sword Elsword... changed!

Chapter 188 Lord is indifferent

It was still suspended in the air, but the dark silver on the sword had turned into a dark red like blood, with ominous dark lines on it.

Pollution, done.

They are finally qualified to mobilize the enormous power of faith within Elsword.

"Done! Hahaha!"

Graosam could no longer suppress his inner ecstasy, and all his disguises were completely torn apart at this moment.

He exerted force suddenly, and took advantage of the moment when Lord and Celie's attention was attracted by the sudden change of the holy sword to grab the hilt of Elsword.

The moment he grasped the hilt, the patterns on the sword suddenly lit up.

An unimaginably violent force surged into his body along his arms.

Intense pain accompanied by an indescribable powerful force instantly filled my whole body.

Graosam was forcibly accepting the divine power within Elsword. If he was not careful, he would be blown up by this power. Fortunately, Shulahart had anticipated this scene and made preparations in advance.

The power of the holy sword was restricted, and most of the power of faith was still bound in the holy sword, with only a small part flowing into Graosam's body.

But just this small part still made Graosam feel a powerful sense of control over everything.

Even Lord was a little surprised by Graosam's crazy behavior.

This guy is really cruel. He actually dares to use his body to absorb the power of faith. Even he himself doesn't dare to do so.

If I can master this magic, then the magic formula of life can be...

After seeing that Graosam actually managed to bear the power of faith in his body, Lord's eyes kept flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Is this the power of the Holy Sword? It is indeed extremely powerful!"

"stop!"

Celiai roared and raised her hand. A brilliant spear of light instantly condensed, tearing through the air the next second and shooting straight into Graosam's heart!

"Go away!"

Graosam, holding the holy sword, became more confident. Facing Celie's attack, he did not dodge or evade, but simply swung the holy sword he had just obtained at the attacking light gun.

A red sword energy rushed towards Celie's light spear.

Boom! ! !

Two terrifying energies collided violently in mid-air.

After the initial explosion, the light spear was gradually defeated by the red sword energy, and then continued to chop towards Celie with undiminished power.

Seeing this scene, Celiai's pupils suddenly shrank, and several layers of magic light shields instantly condensed in front of her!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The first layer of light shield shattered instantly, but fortunately the following layers of light shields still withstood the attack.

But Celie was still shocked by the impact and took a step back, with a solemn look on her face. Graosam, holding the holy sword, was much more powerful than she had expected.

"Hahahaha! Did you see that? Celie, this is the power of Elsword!"

Graosam was even more ecstatic after repelling the Elf Saint with one strike. Even the legendary Celie could not resist the attack of the holy sword. Is there anyone else in the world who can withstand it?

He turned his eyes towards Lord, who had remained silent, and challenged him: "And you! Human, come here! Let me see you..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because Lord moved.

The moment Celia was repelled, Lord's figure disappeared from the spot.

It was unknown when the Orger in his hand was unsheathed. There was no earth-shattering sound, only a ripple in space remained in its place.

Graosam felt an indescribable breath of death instantly enveloping him.

This breath came from behind him. He turned around instinctively and subconsciously wanted to swing the magic sword to block it, but his arm had just been raised.

Severe pain!

A sharp pain suddenly came from his right arm.

He looked down and saw that his entire right arm, along with the holy sword El held in his hand, was broken at the shoulder.

And Lord appeared behind him at some point, the holy sword in his hand shining brightly.

His broken arm and magic sword fell to the ground.

"How is this possible!?" Graosam screamed in disbelief.

He couldn't believe it!

What kind of means did this human in front of him use to be so fast? He had clearly gained enough strength to repel Celia, but in front of this mysterious man, he couldn't even withstand a single blow!

As Graosam's entire arm was cut off, Lord stretched out his hand, as if to catch the falling holy sword.

"Don't think about it!"

The severe pain completely aroused Graosam's murderous intentions.

Without hesitation, he detonated the filthy crystal that had penetrated deep into the core of the holy sword and was constantly contaminating the entire holy sword.