Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Chapter 69 × Son of God × Undead × Demon King

Su Yu slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up, his whole head was groggy.

The sallow-faced dwarf servant stood by the bed. When he saw Su Yu woke up, he took Su Yu's clothes and handed them to him with both hands.

Su Yu's head was dizzy, and it took a lot of effort to change into his clothes.

When the dwarf saw that he had put on his clothes, he said, "My lord, the Son of Light has been waiting in the hall for a long time."

"Oh?" Su Yu tied the Moyu belt, "What is he doing here?"

"The Son of Light said that there is something to offer to the city lord." The dwarf servant bowed his head and said respectfully.

Su Yu pondered for a moment, then stepped out of the room.

The dwarven servant stood in the shadow of the room, a green gleam in his brown eyes.

When Su Yu came to the main hall, the Son of Light was standing in front of a huge statue carved from hair crystal, looking fascinated.

Su Yu walked behind him, "Son of Light."

The Son of Light turned his head, nodded with a smile, "Master City Master."

Su Yu walked up to the main seat and sat down, holding his drowsy head and looking at the Son of Light, "What do you want to give me?"

The Son of Light took out a red spar from his wide sleeve, "Would the city lord accept it?"

"You killed Huxiao." Su Yu recognized the origin of this magic crystal almost instantly, and his drowsy head suddenly became clearer.

The Son of Light just laughed.

"Then what do you mean by giving this to me?" Su Yu said, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

"The city lord won't do this." The Son of Light's tone is very firm, "I will undoubtedly help the city lord get rid of a hidden danger by doing this. The city lord will not repay favors."

Su Yu suddenly sneered, leaning on the chair and sitting upright, "You're so sure."

Before the Son of Light could speak in the future, Su Yu raised his hand suddenly, and dozens of great magisters came out from the crack in the space, and all their magic wands pointed at the Son of Light.

"For me, the real hidden danger is actually you." Su Yu said unhurriedly, with a tired expression on his face, "I also said that I don't want to talk to you, but if you want to die, you will come to my door " Su Yu stood up, spreading the dark green python robe on the ground, "Then I will fulfill you."

More than a dozen great magisters moved at the same time, and the magic circle laid on the ground of the entire hall was instantly activated. The golden dragon statue that the Son of Light had just watched seemed to come to life at this moment, and opened its mouth to the Son of Light to spit out a white dragon. interest.

Although the Son of Light has stepped into the acquired realm of the Demon King, in this magic circle, his strength has been overwhelmingly suppressed by the great magister. Now facing the siege of more than a dozen great magisters, he is naturally very embarrassed.

Su Yu stood on it and looked at him with no expression on his face.

The siege of more than a dozen great magisters soon caused the children of light who were struggling to resist to retreat steadily. The snow-white robe of the light mage was cut in several places by the wind blade.

During the siege of the crowd, the Son of Light still looked up at Su Yu with a smile, "Does the City Lord want my life?"

"Otherwise, do you think I'm just kidding with you?" Su Yu stretched out his hand, and several great magisters came out from the gap in the space. Su Yu opened his mouth and said, "Those who killed the Son of Light, Come to me and get the magic scroll of the ground floor."

After all, the fluctuation of magic became stronger.

With the addition of several great magisters, the Son of Light didn't even have time to breathe, and he didn't dare to keep his strength. He desperately mobilized the light elements and took advantage of the gap to deal with three slightly lower-level great magisters in one fell swoop. Turn around and fight with the rest of the people.

Suppressing the light of the magic circle was even worse, the son of light only felt that his breath was heavy, and it became more and more difficult to mobilize the surrounding light elements.

Half a moment later, the Son of Light finally failed to withstand the siege of more than a dozen great magisters, and was defeated by a high-ranking space-type great magister. In an instant, several great magisters threw attack spells at him instantly. .

The Son of Light almost didn't even think about it, he just bit his tongue and chanted the forbidden light spell of his own life. In an instant, the guardian circle of the highest level of light magic lit up from him, and the twelve-winged angel holding a shield and long sword smashed at him. Under the magic resistance of the Son of Light.Several great magisters waved their staffs, but all the attacks were neutralized at this moment. If it weren't for the paleness of the Son of Light, almost no one would have the confidence to break through this almost invincible guardian circle.

Su Yu walked down at this moment.

The Son of Light looked up at him, the smile on his face finally faded, and the frost in his eyes froze.

"I thought you would be the one who died, so this ancient forbidden magic circle was originally prepared for Hu Xiao." Su Yu passed through the siege of the great magister, walked up to the Son of Light, reached out and squeezed his jaw, "Don't Looking at me like that, you deserve to die."

The Son of Light was about to struggle, but Su Yu hit him with a forbidden curse. Although the guardian magic circle withstood most of the attacks for him, he still spat out a mouthful of blood.

Su Yu squeezed his chin and said, "You came to me just to ask why I, a person with a little affinity for magic, grew into what I am today. Right?"

The Son of Light did not speak, the blood from the corner of his mouth seeped out little by little, and landed on the snow-white skirt.

"I'll tell you." A dagger appeared in Su Yu's hand, and the dagger was surrounded by black undead, and the undead made a creepy cry, "Because I am cultivating demons."

As soon as the Son of Light's eyes widened, Su Yu's dagger pierced his chest.

The golden magic circle was quickly corroded by dark elements.

Su Yu pulled out the dagger, "Oh, by the way, you are going to be the pope, so naturally you can't practice undead magic."

The dagger was inserted into the other half of the Son of Light's chest again, and Su Yu smiled in front of the Son of Light for the first time, "Your original strength is here."

Golden blood seeped out from the heart, and the face of the Son of Light was pale.

Su Yu retracted his hand, and the undead surrounding the dagger quickly sank into the body of the Son of Light.

In front of everyone, the handsome and gentle Son of Light quickly turned into a ferocious mummy. The undead struggled out of his dried skin and flew back to Su Yu's hand.

All the great magisters felt a chill in their hearts.

Su Yu took out a low-level magic scroll from the space ring, and casually threw it to a great magister, "This is your reward."

After all, Su Yu ignored the scramble of a group of people and left.

The black undead followed behind him, barking softly.

Su Yu said to himself, "Sure enough, refining huskies to serve as undead summoners can solve daily surprises."

A group of dead souls lingered around Su Yu's feet.

Su Yu put the undead back into the magic weapon, and stretched out his hand to touch his chin, "Get rid of the Son of Light, and the next one will be the Demon King of the Abyss."

A blood-red eye lit up behind him.

"That guy is said to be even better than the Son of Light, and I don't know when it will be refreshed." Su Yu pushed open the door of the room and walked in. "Now it's time to find those artifacts and go to the Temple of the Gods by the way. Find that ancient forbidden magic circle."

Black and red eyes appeared at the same time, and then disappeared in a flash.

Su Yu patted his painful head, and re-exposed the barrier.

The never-ending sea of ​​undead is surging, and there are piles of bones piled up underneath.

The son of light with gray eyes walked among them, his handsome face was branded with the unique black mark of the dead.

Beside him, countless undead walked with bowed heads, silently along the way, as if this road was leading to their final cemetery, and seemed to never end.

There is only a moon surrounded by black air in the sky, and the light projected is cold white without temperature.

"Denzel Liman—"

That was the name of the Son of Light, so long ago that it only existed in his memory.

"Denzel Liman—"

The Son of Light paused, and raised his head blankly to look at the waning moon in the sky.

"Denzel Liman—"

The voice was clearer, as if it was close to the ear.

"Mom." The Son of Light raised his hand to grab something.

"Denzel Liman, do you want to come with me?" said the voice.

"No—" A little light appeared in the gray eyes, "I want to survive, to live like a god!"

The voice seemed to be shattered, and the trance seemed to dissipate, "Then you get out of here."

The focus appeared in the eyes without light, and the son of light who regained his sanity stood in the sea of ​​undead, watching countless undead walk into the end one by one, turned his head and started to rush back almost without thinking.

The undead hit by him fell to the ground and turned into skeletons on the ground, and then stood up staggeringly after he ran past, pieced together into a human in skins.

The huge and snow-white wings spread out behind the Son of Light, leading him to fly the way he came like an arrow.

An unshakable barrier blocked his way. Like Ante Kelin, the Son of Light was stopped in the realm of death.

That mysterious force appeared and began to pull him back.

The wings of the Son of Light were broken by that force, and the snow-white wings scattered on the ground turned black.

The Son of Light clenched his palm into a fist, and slammed it fiercely on the barrier, and the layers of ripples that appeared were swallowed up in an instant.

"Denzel Liman—" There was something holy about that voice.

The Son of Light turned a deaf ear, and punched the barrier hard again, blood spattering.

"Do you want to live?" Another voice sounded from his body.

The bones in the hands of the Son of Light were all broken, and the entire wing had been torn by that force, leaving only a thin layer of bones.

"If you want to live, break your wings, give up the light of faith, and plunge into the darkness—"

The whole arm has turned into bones. Hearing this voice, the Son of Light turned around and tore off the bone wing behind him with the only remaining hand without any hesitation. The final pure white landed into black. , Sleeping in the ground with thousands of bones.

The moment the wings were pulled away from the body, the Son of Light was scattered into bones all over the place.

The black and purple enchantment fell silent again, and the mysterious power disappeared.

At the other end of the barrier, a black skeleton broke out of the ground, every inch of the bone was covered with black and full of ominous curse marks.

In the chest cavity of the skeleton, a scroll surrounded by black mist was quietly suspended. The black mist seemed to have given birth to some strange power, and it turned into a layer of skin and quickly wrapped the whole bone, crying out in uncontrollable pain. In the middle of the day, the last ray of moonlight in the sky also dimmed...