All-Professional Master of Darkness

In the white light, Lan Wu lowered his hands naturally, floating quietly in the air as if he was asleep. There was even a faint smile on his face.

But his condition at the moment is very bad. His whole body was soaked with blood. The rubbish leather armor on his body was completely destroyed. The huge hole that almost occupied the entire chest no longer had any blood flowing out. Organs including the heart were turned into nothingness by Duriel's sudden attack.

Tyrell put one hand on Lan Wu's forehead, with a gentle smile in his eyes. The almost illusory wings of light behind him swayed in the wind. Every time it shakes, the surrounding light suddenly becomes brighter.

"Damn it, Tyrael, what are you doing?" Turael felt flustered for no reason, and roared loudly and with anger. It could see that Tyrell's clone was already releasing the power of the Holy Light with all its strength.

Can a clone of an archangel release all its power to offset the magic that fills the entire space?

Du Riel felt uneasy. The angel's methods are too weird. Although it is one of the four demon kings of hell, it never dares to underestimate the methods of these angels. Otherwise, even if the three demon gods had almost all their power imprisoned by the World Stone, they would still be the strongest in the world. How could it be sealed by the soul stone brought by Tyrael from heaven.

Thinking of this, Duriel did not dare to neglect, and also exploded with all his strength, releasing the majestic magic power to accelerate the healing of the space. As long as the space no longer collapses, no matter what Tyrell has in store, he can still cope with it with his full strength.

"Thank you." Tyrell suddenly raised his head and glanced at Durrell, with a faint smile on his lips.

Durrell felt even more uneasy when he heard Tyrell suddenly say thank you. There is definitely a conspiracy, but it is still a big conspiracy. How could an archangel who was determined to fight hell to the death say thank you to a hell demon?

"Damn guy, what are you planning?" Duriel was confused and stared at Tyrell in front of him. He actually wanted to rush over and kill him immediately. Unfortunately, the area of ​​more than twenty meters was already filled with huge light power. This rush in is like throwing a piece of iron into concentrated sulfuric acid.

Suddenly a flash of light flashed in its mind, and it was frightened and angry: "Is this damn archangel planning to make me fall into a trap and use the last power of light to weaken me so that these little bugs can take the opportunity to kill me? "

Demons are suspicious by nature. As one of the Four Demon Kings of Hell, Duriel is increasingly afraid to act rashly. Although the strength of these little bugs cannot be put on the table, if their strength is suppressed too much by the power of light, they might really die here.

It is a shame to die in the hands of angels, to die in the hands of weak humans... It is a huge shame that cannot be washed away even by jumping into the river of fire. By then, even a fallen demon will laugh at himself.

Become the laughing stock of all hell?

No, never.

When Duriel thought of this, he immediately mobilized the majestic magic power that filled the entire space to press toward the last bit of light. Light and darkness are opposites. The two forces will cancel each other out and annihilate each other when they come together. Spend a little more light power now, and you will be able to bear a little less light power later.

Tyrael didn't seem to know that Duriel was fully prepared. He didn't even notice that the majestic dark magic was forcibly suppressing the light magic. In just a few breaths, the magic power of light shrank greatly, leaving only a radius of less than ten meters.

"In the name of God, I, Archangel Tyrell, grant you the blessing of the gods." Tyrell smiled lightly. The right hand suddenly became radiant.

In an instant, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were expressionless, and his consciousness seemed to be still asleep. Tyrell put down his right hand, as if looking at his child, with a gentle and kind expression.

As Tyrell moved his right hand, a mysterious rune suddenly appeared on Lan Wu's forehead. This rune seemed to be a key, completely activating the magic runes on the chest that were simplified into lines.

Al, Ed... the talismans are like living creatures, vying to emerge on the chest. As if responding to the talisman carved by Tyrell, each talisman glowed with a faint gray-white light one after another, and began to wander around Lan Wu in a chaotic and orderly manner.

Once these talismans wandered away, Lan Wu's entire body seemed to turn into a pure black hole. The surrounding light magic power, which was so strong that he couldn't see anything, was immediately affected and poured into his body like water.

The magic power of light was attacked from both inside and outside, and it was immediately difficult to resist. The dark magic took the opportunity to exert great pressure, suppressing the light magic until only a two-meter radius remained.

"Hahaha..." Du Ruier laughed proudly when he saw this scene in front of him. He was relieved now. Without the restraint of light magic, Tyrell would not be able to play any tricks at all.

This is self-inflicted.

Du Ruier thought happily. For an archangel to be subjected to such humiliation would be something to brag about after returning to hell. Maybe the other three demon kings will go crazy with jealousy.

Kill him while he's sick.

As one of the demon kings of hell, Duriel has mastered this trick for a long time. The majestic dark magic surged out again, with the momentum of swallowing up the light magic in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, this time he miscalculated.

The light magic power that stubbornly resisted the erosion of the dark magic power was greatly oppressed, and suddenly it was like a balloon being forcibly exploded, revealing a passage. The majestic dark magic suddenly found an outlet and poured in like a tide.

Tyrell seemed to ignore it and just looked at Lan Wu quietly. As soon as the dark magic power poured into Lan Wu's body, it was immediately affected by this human-shaped black hole and rushed into his body.

"What's going on?" Du Ruier was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his eyes. It clearly felt that its magic power was rapidly disappearing like a tide. And the place that finally disappeared was the little bug floating in front of Tyrell.

Withstand the power of angels and demons at the same time?

Duriel felt like he was running out of brains. Not to mention humans, even angels or demons can bear these two completely opposite forces at the same time, which is nothing more than adding up.

After being distracted for just a moment, Duriel was horrified to realize that his magic power had suddenly dropped by half. In an instant, half of his strength dropped. How long will it take for all the magic power to drop to zero?

"Damn it, damn it!" Duriel hurriedly restrained his magic power. Anyway, the last space crack has been healed now, and there is no need to use one's own magic power to stabilize the space. As for what Tyrell has in store, it's none of his business. If he doesn't stop, Tyrell won't need to play with any more moths. Just this little bug will suck him into a mummy.

After racing against time to snatch it, Duriel felt a little relieved. In the end, only 60% of the magic power was recovered. Although 40% of the magic power was lost, the loss was not too great. It's still no problem to deal with an archangel clone that has lost most of its power and a few small bugs.

"Tyriel, you are cheating on me." Teuriel scolded angrily and loudly. It finally figured it out now. All this is part of Tyrael's calculations. First, he used the old suspicion formation to release his magic power with all his strength, and took the opportunity to let that damn little bug devour his magic power.

One increase and one decrease, invisibly weakening more than half of his strength.

"There is no good thing among angels." Duriel's eyes were spitting fire, and he wanted to eat Tyrell alive. Angels are too hateful and should not appear in the world.

With a smile in his eyes, Tyrael glanced at Duael casually and then looked away. If it was just this little level, how could it be possible to deal with a real demon king.

At this time Lan Wu absorbed the last bit of light power. The original darkness returned to the surroundings. The equipment attached to Ende's body that illuminates the range below emits a faint light, which prevents his eyes from going dark.

"Hey, I'm not dead?" Lan Wu opened his eyes, looked down at his intact and smooth chest, and was amazed. However, the talismans swirling around his chest like satellites immediately attracted his attention.

"This..." Lan Wu blinked, with a look of disbelief on his face. This is so spectacular. When you walk on the street, the rate of turning heads must be 100%.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time." Tyrell suddenly said, his tone full of regret.

Before Lan Wu could recover, Tyrell's body suddenly erupted with dazzling light, making people have to raise their hands to block it. In a short moment, the white light converged and disappeared into the magic talisman on Lan Wu's forehead.

In an instant, all the talismans were like incandescent lamps. Starting with the talisman on the forehead, they became brighter and brighter one after another. Lan Wu seemed to understand something, his expression suddenly became calm, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The blazing talisman slowly swam away from his chest and traveled to all parts of his body in an orderly manner. In just a short while, dozens of talismans spread all over his body, making him look like a human-shaped light bulb.

At this moment Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. Just as he opened his eyes, fifteen light balls emitting dazzling white light, like small suns, suddenly appeared out of thin air, forming a series of light balls swirling around him.

"No way?" Lan Wu had a strange expression and muttered to himself, with a look of disbelief on his face.

The vision also attracted Duriel and Ende. Everyone was stunned and watched the strange phenomenon on Lan Wu. No one realized that Tyrell had disappeared without a trace.

After a long time, Du Ruier was the first to come to his senses. The visions that appeared on Lan Wu were unheard of and unseen, and there had never been any similar records even in the history of hell. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately looked for Tyrell.

"Damn Tyrael!" Turael's eyes suddenly turned blood red. Tyrael's alter ego has completely disappeared. Who else could I go to now to understand the vision before me?

"You all must die!" Duriel was furious, and his bloodthirsty roar echoed for a long time. Regardless of whether you are an angel or a demon, if you don't have enough thirst for knowledge, you will only become a stepping stone. Tyrael can't be found now, so it can only vent its anger on these little bugs in front of it.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

"Well, you have to die." Lan Wu chuckled, like a fox that stole a chicken, and raised his hand to point to the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a clay stone demon stupidly climbed up from the ground.