All-Professional Master of Darkness

Lan Wu is a man who knows how to do things, and he always does what he says. Skeleton King and Leia were particularly pleased with his choice, so they offered suggestions without reservation.

Using oneself as a container to absorb the magic power of hell that has long been integrated with the earth, the key lies in the container.

Lan Wu did not hesitate at all. Isn't it just absorbing magic power? Ever since those fifteen little amulets transformed into another form, he has never been afraid of overabsorbing magic power.

Following the methods of the two old ghosts Skeleton King and Leah, Lan Wu walked to the wilderness outside the city. It's not yet time for those demons to come out of the ground and move around. The sky above the wilderness was empty and lifeless. But everyone knows that when the time comes, this place will basically be like hell.

"Here?" Lan Wu walked to a place about three hundred meters away from the underground city, looked up at the Skeleton King, and then looked at Leah floating above.

"This is here. If I remember correctly, this is the center of the entire underground world." The Skeleton King assured with a firm face.

"It's right." Leah confirmed immediately.

Lan Wu nodded, then asked what to do, then squatted down and pressed his hands on the ground. At the same time, the Skeleton King, who was the leader, held the hilt of the sword upside down with both hands and plunged the giant sword into the ground.

"In the name of the gods, purify."

Along with the low roar of the Skeleton King, the ground suddenly shook. Lan Wu immediately felt an almost undetectable chill emerging from the parts where his hands touched the ground.

here we go.

Lan Wu's spirit perked up, and he concentrated on injecting the hell magic absorbed by the secret method into his body. Gradually, the chill in my palms became stronger and stronger. After just a few minutes, the coldness that was as cold as a block of ice suddenly turned into a cold that would freeze the soul.

"Skeleton King, think of a way. I'm freezing to death." Lan Wu raised his head, his lips purple and trembling, and shouted anxiously at the Skeleton King. But he never thought that when he saw the Skeleton King just now, he immediately closed his mouth.

Skeleton King was in much worse condition at the moment. At this time, the soul fire in its eye sockets had suddenly shrunk to the size of a peanut, as if it might go out at any time. And every part of its body seemed to be weathered. The originally shiny and brand-new armor was already rusty, as if it had gone through a hundred years. Large swaths of bone powder fell from the gaps in the armor, and its feet suddenly turned gray, covered with a thick layer of bone powder.

"Strengthen your beliefs." The Skeleton King's voice became very weak, but he still firmly held the hilt of the sword, urging the secret method to force out the hell's magic power that was integrated with the earth.

Lan Wu suddenly wanted to cry without tears. That's putting it lightly. His whole body was stiff now, as if he was in an ice cellar. Oh my God, why was it not so painful to absorb the demonic energy after the demon was decomposed? Isn’t it all the magic of hell?

Even so, it is impossible to give up at this juncture. I can only grit my teeth and persevere.

Gradually, the body has lost consciousness. The upper and lower rows of teeth were chattering. Lan Wu only felt that he was dead. It was as if the soul had floated out of the body and was looking at its own body.

At this time, more and more hell magic gathered at Lan Wu's feet. The purest hell magic power gathered here, making the area nearly a hundred meters in radius turn black and exude a strong coldness.

There was a crisp click, and Lan Wu looked up with difficulty. But he saw that Skeleton King's legs were broken at the knees. His hands still didn't let go of the sword hilt. If you look closely, you will see that its soul fire has suddenly become the size of a soybean and is about to extinguish at any moment.

Lan Wu was horrified. The soul fire in the Skeleton King's eyes is its soul. When the soul fire goes out, it means it will die. He never expected that the Skeleton King's obsession would be so deep, as if he wanted to make up for the sins of the past thousands of years, even at the expense of everything he had.

Damn it, I tried my best too.

Lan Wu's heart was filled with anger and his spirits were lifted. Skeleton King can't die. It's perfect for such an awesome thug to be here. If the Skeleton King dies like this, then after all his hard work and effort, he only gets a piece of land suitable for human habitation?

At this moment, Lan Wu was struggling to keep his last bit of consciousness from being frozen by the cold magic of hell. Suddenly, it was as if a string had broken in his mind, and countless strange fragments of consciousness flooded into his mind. In an instant, he suddenly no longer felt the chill. On the contrary, there were signs of gradual warming.

Lan Wu was agitated and his consciousness came back again. But he saw the fifteen small amulets that were hidden somewhere reappearing around him, still slowly rotating around him like fifteen small satellites. The hell magic power gathered in his hands turned into slender black threads that were almost visible to the naked eye, directly connected to the fifteen small amulets.

With the help of these fifteen foodies, Lan Wu breathed a sigh of relief. These little talismans could not have come at a better time. Otherwise, I am afraid that in a few minutes, no matter how firm the belief is, it will not be able to withstand such a huge force of hellish magic.

At this time, the fifteen small amulets were injected with a massive amount of hell's magic power, and suddenly became like little suns emitting dazzling light, dispelling the haze shrouding the land.

Bathed in an almost golden light, magical runes suddenly flashed one after another on Lan Wu's body. These magic runes were blessed by light and became very agile, which accelerated the absorption of hell's magic power.

Not long after, the earth began to change. The land in the distance is obviously filled with new life. Amid the rising swaths of black magic, tender green grass emerged from the ground, bathing in the light and stretching its delicate blades.

The green quickly extended from the horizon to the edge of the underground city. In just a few minutes, the wilderness outside the underground city had turned into a grassland newly rejuvenated with vitality.

Gross and others who stayed on the city wall were stunned. This is a miracle... no, a miracle. Everyone couldn't believe their eyes. What was once a desolate wilderness turned into a vibrant grassland in just a few minutes. Could it be anything other than a miracle?

At this time, Lan Wu was no longer in pain. The almost golden light shone on my body, making me feel warm, as if I was soaking in a hot spring, and I no longer felt the cold. But now he couldn't care less about enjoying the warm light, and shouted at Skeleton King, whose shadow could barely be seen clearly: "Skeleton King, are you still alive?"

"I'm fine." Skeleton King's voice came out from the light, sounding a lot better.

After confirming that Skeleton King, the future main thug, was fine, Lan Wu finally relaxed and waited patiently for the last moment. About half an hour later, he felt warmth in the palm of his hand.

All the magic power of hell has been absorbed.

When Lan Wu withdrew his hand, the fifteen small amulets suddenly turned gray again and retracted into his body. The light then disappeared without a trace.

Lan Wu stood up, looked around this vibrant land, and smiled happily. Another new Tristram is out. Then it was time to end the rebellion and set off to find Tyrael, the archangel who seemed to know a lot of inside information.