There is absolutely no way for Senyan to cause fatal damage to the opponent in this kind of attack, and Lord Fokker obviously understands this.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Little Lord Fokke picked up his severed arm, picked it up as if nothing had happened, but did not allow the severed limb to connect with the limbs again, but held it high above his head! With a dull voice that seemed to resonate with the chest:
"Accept my tribute! Powerful master!"
Above Little Lord Fokke's head, a hexagram magic circle suddenly appeared in the air, completely swallowing that arm! Then little Lord Fokker was covered with blood-colored light all over his body, and he strode towards Sheyan with big strides! In the sockets of his eyes, there were actually two dense vortexes of ice and snow, as if they were greedily devouring everything they could see.
Fang Senyan looked into the eyes of little Lord Fokke, and suddenly felt that his internal organs seemed to be involuntarily rolled up, and even his thoughts were circling excitedly in his body.
He can even deeply understand from it: there is an evil and unruly feeling of madness secretly growing out of his control!
In almost a short period of time, Sheyan realized that if he was in a nightmare, his thoughts would not be able to direct the rhythm of his body at all!
"Hatch it! Satan's will!" Little Lord Fokke's cold voice sounded in Sheyan's ear.
This is Lord Fokker's powerful spiritual black magic, the advent of Satan. Use the evil thoughts in everyone's heart as nourishment, dig out the evil madness in the human heart, and destroy the deity from the inside out!
Fang Senyan's HP dropped crazily in an instant, but at this moment, he activated the team ability Brilliant Healing! Although there is no way to use medicine in this cursed state, the ability to recover can still take effect.
Seeing that Fang Sheyan could still grit his teeth and persist, Little Lord Fokke opened his mouth. His mouth was completely beyond the scope of human beings. That terrifying mouth almost opened to 270 degrees, covering most of the mouth. Face! Then countless resentful souls frantically gushed out of it!
These crazy demons surged out, screaming wantonly in the air, but these ghosts and ghosts released only had a short period of freedom, and then they were controlled by Lord Fokker again. They already held human bones in their hands. Ox skulls, horns, hammers and other strange and inexplicable demon weapons! It looked even more ferocious and terrifying, and it directly drilled into Sheyan's five sense organs and seven orifices.
The "Satan's Will" attack is already an extremely powerful control plus continuous damage ability, and all the damage caused is real damage! Whether it's defensive damage reduction, or the damage reduction of the Aztec curse! They all became pale and powerless under such a powerful attack!
But at this moment, an invisible red light appeared from Sheyan's chest, that red light was very much like the light from burning blood. But it is as majestic as a plateau, as majestic as the earth! It was forcefully suppressed on Sheyan's body! At least one-third of the ghosts pounced on Sheyan were blocked! What's more, like a mainstay, it eliminated a small part of the black light that shrouded Sheyan's body!
That's right, it's Sheyan's innate ability: barrier!
This ability is still tenacious and tenacious in effect in the face of real damage! The barrier at this time not only forcibly absorbs 40 points of all damage, but also reduces the duration of any abnormal state by 35%!
Even if it is a real injury, it must be smashed in front of the barrier!
More importantly: with the support of Radiant Healing, once the duration of Satan's will is reduced by 35%, it will not be enough to kill Sheyan!
The moment Sheyan regained his freedom, even though his life had dropped to below 30%, even though he was covered with bruises, Lord Fokke felt strongly that the enemy's aura in front of him suddenly exploded like a volcanic eruption. ! Like a wounded beast, it was full of ferocity and frenzy in an instant.
Just looking at those burning eyes, there is a kind of burning pain.
Sheyan pulled out the black gun in an instant!
The flintlock gun that seemed to echo the tide of the sea coldly aimed at it!
Ambition, "Confession?? Why is it in this place?"
Facing the dark muzzle of ambition, Lord Fokke showed an indescribable expression on his face, and he actually called the name of this gun Repentance! His lips opened and closed a few times, and he actually made a gesture of reaching out to grab it. Although Sheyan didn't know why, he still seized this great opportunity and pulled the trigger forcefully!
With a loud "boom", the black-patterned plate helmet worn by Little Lord Fokke was knocked out by the huge kinetic energy carried by the lead bullet, revealing a face of an iron-blue middle-aged man, full of Flying white hair. The ink of Paul the Octopus also spread all over Little Lord Fokke's body in an instant. Little Lord Fokke showed a painful expression, and covered his forehead with his hand, and it should be the 2-second stun ability carried by the song of rum that was activated.
At this time, Fang Senyan had already lowered his head and rushed over with a long knife that was shining with dark blue light. He raised the long knife, jumped up in the air, and aimed all his strength at the section of Little Lord Fokke's arm. Insert it hard!
The force of this thrust was so vicious that even the hilt of +7 West's knife almost sank deeply into the body of Little Lord Fokke, Fang Sheyan felt as if his weapon had penetrated deeply into a boundless world In the void!
He suddenly drew the knife, and the purple-black rancid liquid sprayed all over his head and face. Little Lord Fokke let out a mournful cry, and the rune sword chopped on Sheyan's face in a flash, but Sheyan's fist was deep again. It hit the wound that was stabbed by the long knife before, and drove straight in along the passage that was stabbed before!
Sheyan punched into Lord Fokker's body with one punch. He felt as if his arms were being bitten by the cold mouths of countless corpses, and he lost consciousness in an instant, but before he lost consciousness, Sheyan's fist had already Tight, it turned out that he actually held a small bottle in his fist!
An ordinary glass bottle.
But the liquid contained in that glass bottle is definitely not ordinary. It is the holy water that Fang Senyan paid a huge profit in exchange for from the Portuguese, the holy water that flows from the Holy See in the Holy Land Vatican!
The glass bottle was shattered immediately by Sheyan, and the holy water inside immediately splashed everywhere! This liquid with a strong sacred aura penetrated into Lord Fokker's body. It can't be described as dripping into the oil pan with water. The extremely pure light actually appeared at the most fragile core of extreme filth and darkness. An extremely intense conflict occurred in an instant, producing a terrifying and destructive force!
That is the power of chaos!
As soon as Sheyan sensed that something was wrong, he immediately slashed his face with the rune sword and leaped out, but even so, he couldn't pull out the hand that pierced Little Lord Fokker's body, causing huge damage. The force directly dissected Sheyan's arm into specks of dust!
Not only that, after that extreme light and extreme darkness mixed together, the huge chaotic power generated was even more like a whirlpool, and it would suck his whole body to that side, if it wasn't for Sheyan, he would have already Be prepared to fly away, otherwise, if you are caught off guard, it will really be hard to escape!
Even so, the powerful suction almost felt like pulling people's souls out of their bodies. After Fang Sheyan jumped out, he immediately lay down on the ground with all his strength, and his chin rested firmly on the ground to increase the friction. One of his arms firmly grasped the stone in front of him.
Fortunately, after all, the amount of holy water was only a small bottle, and the power of chaos produced came and went quickly, disappearing in just a few seconds. Little Lord Fokke stayed where he was, with a dull and dazed expression. He seemed to be frozen like a statue for a while, and finally bent his knees like a mountain, and knelt down on one knee. However, he still stubbornly refused to fall, and still used the rune sword He stabbed hard to the ground to support his body!
From the deep black hole where his shoulder was broken, a large amount of blue smoke suddenly appeared, and inside the smoke were all human faces. The expressions of these faces seemed very peaceful, tranquil, as if They were all praying with their eyes closed, and then quickly flew out into the sky.
After the green smoke finally dissipated, a little light floated out from it, the light was cold and faint, and then hovered in front of Little Lord Fokke, turning into the image of his favorite woman Shana. phantom. This is the only human emotion that Little Lord Fokker has not given up, and it is precisely because of this weakness that he is defeated!
Little Lord Fokke had returned to his normal appearance at this time, just like a normal British Lord in his forties, haggard, decadent, pale, and even a little nervous, he leaned his face against the Holy Roma On the outstretched hands of the Leah-like Shana phantom, he said in a weak voice:
"Shana, in front of my eyes, one, piece, black, dark..." (Does anyone know the source of this sentence? Hehe, there will be a reward for guessing)
The bright moonlight, the towering cliffs, and the turbulent waves seemed to be frozen and blurred at this moment. The only thing that was clear was the silhouette of the man in plate armor kneeling on the ground half-kneeling. The man still has an illusion that he is exuding darkness, but this scene is still as vivid and profound as the repeated smearing in the pencil drawing!
In June of 243 in the Oceanic calendar, it was two o'clock in the morning.
Contemporary heir to the Falk family: Kateri Falk dies.
He was forty-eight years old.