Demon King

　　 Ivo was not dizzy, but calmed down, and asked in a deep voice: "Why?"

　　 Abel looked a little lonely, "The secret lock has been opened, and I can no longer resist the call to return to the land."

　　 The soul has no entity, and needs to rely on things to stay in the main world, just like the Lich needs a phylactery, and Elencia is attached to its own bones.

　　 If the backing is lost, the soul will be summoned by the place of return, which is the resting place of the soul in this world.

　　 Abel’s backing is Metos.

　　 But with the passage of time, the intensity of the call to the Return Land will increase. Abel is hidden in the secret lock for hundreds of thousands of years. When the secret lock is opened, he cannot resist the call of the Return Land.

　　 Although the Lich is eternal, it is also restricted by the place of return.

　　 There is no concept of time in the place of return, everything is frozen, even thinking is the same. There is a proverb in this world: "Death is not the end, but the place of return is".

　　 Abel said: "I want to make a deal with you."

"you say."

Abel stretched his hand into his head and grabbed a group of entangled lights, with countless battle scenes flashing in the light group, "This is one of my comprehension and experience of Stian Bada's combat skills, I will pass it on to you, I I want you to enter the land of return in the future and take me out of the frozen world."

　　 "Why did you choose me, because I can control Metos?"

　　 "Not all," Abel pointed to Ivo's tattoo on the back of his hand, "I can feel that it is a low-level undead affinity blessing, although it is weak, but at least has the initial qualifications to enter the land of return.

　　 Ivo was taken aback and looked at Eileencia’s blessing, "Is this rare?"

　　 "At least not common."

　　 Ivo pondered for a while and nodded: "I accept this deal."

　　 Aberhaha laughed and pressed the light ball of inheritance experience in his hand to the center of Ivo's eyebrows, and the light ball fell into Ivo's mind.

Ivo felt a bang in his ear, and there appeared scenes in his mind where Abel was holding Metos and fighting with each enemy. The combat skills he used gradually became weak, and a lot of skills and experience were stuffed into his mind out of thin air. Ivo felt his mind swelled. , The huge inheritance information dazzled him.

After a while, Ivo gradually sorted out this inheritance memory. The combat technique Abel passed on to him is one of Stian Bada’s signature combat skills-Stian Bada battle dance, spear and shield Cooperating superb combat skills.

　　 He only feels that his body has a little more instinct, as if he has practiced this combat technique countless times, and he directly possesses a master-level mastery degree. Although it may feel jerky at first to use it, its power is several times stronger than his best high hammer current.

　　 This kind of feeling is unspeakable, like a memory suddenly added, and Ivo was amazed again and again.

　　 Abel looked down at Ivo: "I am worried that you have gained benefits, but you will not fulfill my requirements."

　　 "Then you have to take a gamble." Ivo shrugged, "I will not make promises to you, because most of the promises are lies. Since this is a deal, I will fulfill it to the end. I am very contractual."

　　 "It seems that I can only trust you once. I am waiting for you in the place of return."

　　 Abel's figure began to blur. He looked down at his spirit body and knew that his time was up. He suddenly laughed, "Before leaving, I'll give you a little gift."

　　 He reached out and clicked on Metos.

The next moment, a deep pressure came, and Abel began to turn his legs into flying shavings, and the trend of disintegration soon spread to his face. He was smiling, and his lips moved slightly, as if he had said something. , But unable to make a sound.

　　 Ivo saw his mouth, and Abel said "I'm waiting for you to save me".

　　Too much happened during this visit to the ruins. Augusta and Abel, the two great figures, completely died in front of him, and Ivo felt very touched in his heart.

　　 At this time, Metos suddenly lit up a slight red light, and this red light merged into Ivo's palm.

　　 Ivo’s muscles all began to beat, and the slow-enhancing physical stamina leaped like a rocket, and the majestic sense of strength filled his body.

　　 Ivo was surprised: "What's the matter?"

Demacia sneered coldly: "Do you really think that guy believed you from the beginning? The epic weapon does not have the approval of the former owner. Even if it is taken away, it can't exert its power. The moment before Abel disappeared, Really activated Metos. Before that, as long as one of your answers doesn’t follow his wishes, the Metos in your hand will become a weapon you can never use. This is Abel’s back hand. Fortunately, At the last moment, he chose to trust you."

　　 Ivo was speechless. As expected, every big person is not friendly. Behind the seeming trust, there is always vigilance. Doubts and lies are unbreakable protective colors.

　　 The truly activated Metos began to feed back Ivo, the new owner. This is only the case with the kind of spiritual weapons and equipment.

The physical fitness climbed rapidly, and the bottleneck of the second-level fighter was instantly broken. At the beginning of the third-level...mid...the later period, the speed of physical improvement gradually slowed down, and finally stopped at the peak of the third-level, leaving only a thin bottleneck from the battle song stage. .

　　 Ivo clenched his fist, explosive power ran through his muscles, his body was once again raised three centimeters, his strength was nearly twice as high.

　　Metos’s backfeeding is equivalent to Ivo’s exercise effect for at least one year.

　　 The unexpected surprise made Ivo very satisfied. He looked at the panicked Templars in the light curtain, "Next, I have a lot of time to spend with you."

　　……

　　 Three days later.

　　 Balzac frowned. There was not much food in their space ring, and there was no edible thing in Sandhiti, so the situation was very unoptimistic.

　　 Norrington's face was as pale as paper. In the past three days, he has continuously charged the shuttle gate, overdrawn all his mana, and suffered dark injuries to his brain, but he couldn't help it. The shuttle gate was their only hope for leaving the ruins.

　　 The shuttle door was full of mana again. Norrington started the shuttle door anxiously, and the shuttle door opened gradually, but he became more anxious.

　　Sure enough, a dark lightning fell again. This time, the Templars who had prepared for a long time joined forces to attack the thunder. The sword energy, the **** blade, and the holy light turned into brilliant rays of light and collided with the dark lightning.

　　 However, the attack that carried everyone's hopes passed through the dark lightning and hit the empty space. The dark lightning smashed the shuttle door unaffected, and the scroll closed again and fell into the dust.

　　 All the night watchmen stared at the sky blankly, as if all hope had been withdrawn, and they were lifeless.

　　 Five days later, the shuttle door opened again, and the pitch black lightning smashed it as usual.

　　 Ten days later, the shuttle door failed again.

Norrington described withered and hollow eyes. Compared with half a month ago, he is now thin and weak like a corpse. He is charging the shuttle door all the time, his body has been completely drained, and he can no longer extract any mana. .

　　 Seven days ago ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ the stock of food finally ran out. Except for the three judges who were on the verge of despair, all the other Templar knights had starved to death. The body under the silver armor had lost the breath of life.

　　 Jones prayed to heaven with tears, his voice hoarse: "God, what have we done wrong to endure this hellish despair?"

　　 Norrington wanted to scold him a few words, but his dry throat couldn't make any sound.

　　 Balzac stood up silently, "This is the deepest despair, a dark night without any dawn."

　　 Jones and Norrington looked at him, Balzac picked up the guillotine with trembling hands, and stabbed his backhand into the heart.

　　 Norrington looked at his corpse, envious that he didn't have to bear all this anymore.

Jones couldn't make a sound, but there was no water in his body that could turn into tears. Norrington was in a trance. After a while, he found that the crying had disappeared. Norrington barely stood up and measured Jones' pulse, only to feel it. There was a dead silence.

　　 Norrington sat down, thinking of the culprit who made them succumb to death in despair, the man who pretended to be Augusta. He howled angrily, wishing Ivo would suffer all the torture with the most vicious curse.

　　 Then, he raised his head and exploded his brain.

　　Bang, his head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and the last Templar also fell into the dust.

　　 A breeze blew, and the rolled sand covered their bodies.

　　 In the incomplete space, Ivo, standing in front of the peeping light curtain, witnessed the death of the last Templar, and sighed silently: "I'm sorry."

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