High Above

   Chapter 592 The Power of the Dead King (23)

  At the moment Ian responded to the power of the group of souls.

  A gust of icy coldness penetrated his body, but it did not damage any physical structure, but made it more condensed and refined, pouring into his body, causing a faint cold light to cover his whole body.

  Any physical attack will be reduced by more than 40% of its power under this materialized Nether Armor, and every attack he will erode the soul and body of the attacked, drain their vitality, and benefit himself.

  In addition, Ian also felt an unprecedented sense of sobriety, which made his thinking extremely sharp.

  The control of the source material has become more subtle. He can even build his own source layer shield with a precision of a tenth of a millimeter, or attack the enemy and disintegrate their defense.

A tangible and intangible pale crown floated on top of Ian's head. Frost flowed from his soul. He exhaled slowly. The coldness that made the air condense seemed to kill the wind, and everything fell into a death-like silence. .

  Even Frost Butterfly was affected, and the little goblin in the pocket was caught off guard by a layer of frost, as if covered with a layer of armor, blessed by the power of the dead.

  This terrifying power even stimulated Ian's spiritual power, causing all things to appear in various colors before his eyes.

  The entire subspace maze is shaking.

   And in another part of the subspace maze.

  —Before the courtyard of the fort surrounded by the phantom army.

  A white-haired man who was wielding a sword and directing the phantom to attack raised his head feelingly, his red eyes looked in the direction of Ian.

  He was wearing a set of armor exuding bursts of deathly cold air. This armor was as bright red as jade, but the outermost layer was flowing with faint blue fluorescence, as if cast by blood ice, covering his whole body.

   "Is there a new dead king born?"

  He smiled slightly, then turned his attention to Hakoniwa in front of him, and gave a loud command: "Follow me, attack!"

  —Beyond the subspace maze.

  In the sky above the edge of the Avak collar, a silver-haired man who looked quite young but had an unusually sad complexion and frowning forever was staring in the direction of the Avak central laboratory.

  "All the elements are not missing...they were all born. The plan is very successful, as expected of you, Adalbert, you did a good job...so there is still room for redemption."

Whispering to himself, the silver-haired man turned his head and looked at the old man with white hair and purple eyes beside him: "Dean Mo Ze, you can't stop me, although I can't kill you, but let you lie down and spend the last days of your life." It's not difficult for a few years."

   "That's not necessarily the case. Although I may not be able to beat you, I am quite good at making you do nothing to your liking."

  The old man chuckled and said, "It's you, Grand Duke Sorin...how can you face the emperor's anger?"

   "Now this majesty thinks that he has never made any achievements in his life, and is only proud of defending the territory of the late emperor when he was in power. I am afraid that your cracking of the soil will really attract the wrath he has never had in many years."

The silver-haired man, who was also Split Sorin, sneered, the Grand Duke shook his head and said, "This is what Inaiga promised me. If his heirs and descendants cannot be recognized by me, then as compensation for killing my father, He allowed me to become my own country."

   "Your Majesty is dead." The old man said softly, "You know it."

   "Yeah, I know."

   Grand Duke Sorin looked at Dean Moze, also looking in the direction of the imperial capital. He stared for a long time, as if staring at a phantom from long ago.

   After being silent for a while, he said slowly: "That's why I must complete the plan he left in the past."

   "At any cost."

   And in the subspace maze.

  Ian slowly stood up.

  Honestly, for the first time he felt so good—very, very good.

  It's so good that he has a feeling...understanding what the unity of body and soul is, and even what is the 'heart, light and body'!

  At this moment, as if his whole body was filled with cold but comfortable spring water, Ian felt the majestic power wanting to come out of his body with every gesture.

  Thick spiritual matter runs through his flesh and bones, even the nerves are completely penetrated, and even merged into one.

  His body is no longer just a mundane perishable thing with delayed instructions that obeys the brain and nerves.

   Instead, it is united with the soul, becoming an extraordinary body that can be moved at will, and can even affect the natural spiritual energy of the outside world, and regard nature itself as its own body to control.

   "It turns out that this is the dead king..."

  Ian whispered to himself, and he looked at his hands with some emotion.

  The power of the dead king, to put it bluntly, is just like its name—it can turn the souls of all living beings into its own power... But there is a prerequisite, that is, the souls of all living beings 'agree' to this.

  —As long as the souls agree, the king is the king.

  —If the souls are not willing, the dead king is just a mass of decayed bones.

  The right to decide on power has come to the hands of the group of souls.

  With the support of the power of the group of souls, Ian can almost be said to be the third energy level except that he has no heart light—it is still a very strong type in the third energy level.

and.

   Just a little bit worse.

   It is still a little bit short, he can understand the fundamental gap between the second energy level and the third energy level, and know the mystery of the heart light body.

   But it's not a big problem. With Ian's talent, it's just a matter of time.

  The power of the dead king lasts for a while, for example, an hour or two, and he will be able to figure out what kind of power will be bred from this body full of soul power.

   Moreover, after this experience, Ian already understood that the road to the peak of the second energy level was completely open to him.

  As long as he accumulates enough spiritual matter to make his soul stronger, he can easily recreate his current state even without the power of group souls.

  At the same time, everyone in the Huaiguang Rescue Team also noticed the abnormality in Ian—or in other words, the Glen Knight.

  Whether it's the resting team members or other people on guard, they all moved their eyes to the Knight of the Valley, who was now emitting bursts of cold air and wrapped in a layer of translucent armor, with doubts and worries on his face.

   "Knights of the Glen..."

Because of the help of the Knights of the Valley along the way and their trust in Hui Jian, they did not put on a guard or a fighting posture, but a swordsman stepped forward and asked cautiously: "What is this, what happened?" What's abnormal?"

   Regarding this, Ian just glanced at him with his eyes shining with scarlet light, and when the swordsman froze slightly, he smiled and said, "It's nothing."

  He clenched his fist slightly, felt the icy essence surging in his body, and whispered to himself: "It's just that I got a power that is beyond the plan and within reason."

   "Now, you continue to rest, and I will go on alert. After everyone recovers, we can set off for the exit."

  After speaking, Ian disappeared from their eyes, and only the sharpest archer could vaguely see a faint afterimage.

"team leader?"

When Huijian, Redeeming Light, Yingguang and Chiren (Lübeck) arrived together, everyone looked at the leader of the White People's Temple executor in a daze - everyone present only knew that he seemed to be related to this mysterious, The powerful and powerful Glen Knight is quite familiar.

   "Don't worry."

  Hui Jian didn't care about this, his eyes lit up with white psionic halos, and he smiled calmly: "He just made his own choice."

  【And we witnessed all this】

  (end of this chapter)