From the Esoteric Cult Family to the Kingdom of God

Darren, who was poisoned, could feel that the "Soul Box" had taken effect, and it could be said that it was very effective.

Otherwise, he would have died.

That kind of poison was too terrible. It was difficult to expel it after entering the body, and it had been tormenting him all the time!

The "hypnotic" power of the two-digit forbidden artifact just now made Darren fall into a deep sleep in an instant, but because he had arranged the black tide on himself in advance, he soon woke up from the dream.

But although the "Poison Green" was only a three-digit forbidden artifact, the damage and trouble it caused to Darren was even greater!

"You killed your most important comrade with your own hands! King Valer!" He said loudly!

At this moment, he seemed to be tightly bound by invisible shackles, and every inch of his skin and every cell was experiencing unprecedented torment.

The poison was like a thousand ants biting his heart, and it was like a raging fire burning his body. It not only eroded his body, but also tore his soul silently.

Darren's face was distorted by extreme pain, his eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and what was reflected in his pupils was no longer the glory of the world, but the bottomless anger and madness.

I might as well die immediately, Darren thought so in his mind.

At this point where life was worse than death, a strange emotion quietly grew in his heart - it was anger at the fragile nature of life, and in this abyss of despair, he miraculously showed a twisted smile.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Sweat flowed freely along his pale cheeks, but it could not take away the slightest pain. His breathing became rapid and disordered, and every breath seemed to be sucking more pain into his chest.

"Agata!"

King Valer had ignored the death cloud surrounding the two of them, and rushed up with war skills to finally smash Darren's body, and then snatched the dying Agata.

"The power of the Fisher family is very strange..."

Agata lay in the arms of King Valer, looking very weak, and said in a trembling voice. "King, you must live... The future of the Valer people still needs you."

"Damn it!"

King Valer's eyes widened, his whole body trembled, and he was so angry that he could hardly control himself. One of his arms was stained with the black cloud of death, and his life force was quickly devoured, so he had to cut off his arm quickly.

He had also realized a terrible thing, and he was gradually desperate in his heart.

Darren Fisher was like a demon that could not be killed no matter what. Even though he had just been torn apart by himself, he didn't seem to be really dead.

How to defeat such an enemy?

In fact, just as King Valer thought, they couldn't really kill Darren because they couldn't hurt the soul.

He was like a demon in hell, and no matter how many times he was "killed", he would come back and crawl back!

Sure enough, in the pool of flesh and blood around him, the new Darren was slowly reborn. He stretched out his hand from the flesh and blood and looked at King Valer with a grim smile.

"I feel like she's dead, right?"

"King of the Valerians, she died because of you, how do you feel now?"

Darren mocked his enemy wantonly like a demon.

King Valer was silent.

He stared at Agatha's body, thinking about how to defeat Darren Fisher.

The original despair and fear faded away in a trance, and there was a kind of high anger burning in the depths of King Valer's heart, and at the same time, a very strong fighting spirit was generated.

He has never had such a high fighting spirit!

The surname of Valer used to be as bright as a star, illuminating every corner of the entire Valer Kingdom, but fate always seems to like to play tricks on people.

In that sudden disaster, the Valer family suffered an unprecedented catastrophe-foreign invasion and civil strife, which caused the once glorious family to collapse instantly, and the former glory and honor seemed to disappear overnight.

In this catastrophe, King Valere lost his beloved relatives, loyal subordinates, and the trust and admiration of countless people.

When he stood in Valere again, looking at the kingdom full of Lorne factories, his heart was filled with endless grief and despair.

At that moment, King Valere seemed to have fallen into an endless dark abyss, all the light left him, and the former king's aura seemed to dissipate with the wind.

Now he has fallen into the most terrifying valley.

However, such an absolutely unfavorable scene has already inspired the strongest fighting spirit and unyielding will in the heart of King Valere.

He began to look for the light of hope in the ruins, even the faintest spark was enough to ignite the raging fire in his heart.

War Art II.

"Destroy blood!"

King Valere put down Agata's body and slowly stood up. His skin instantly turned scarlet, and the blood in his veins was constantly burning.

He used his war skills to continuously burn his blood to burst out a strong life force, which greatly increased the strength and speed of his body by more than double!

He had decided to fight to the death with Darren Fisher in close combat!

The next moment, King Valer rushed forward in an instant, fully armed himself with the power of the earth without hesitation, and his arms turned into sharp blades and began to attack Darren Fisher frantically.

The speed was very fast, too amazing and outrageous!

Darren was chopped by the sharp blade before he could react, and one of his arms was cut off.

"You want to compete with me in burning your life?"

He was chopped by King Valere again just after he finished speaking. The crazy suppression of blow after blow made Darren's body become fragmented in an instant.

An indescribable cold aura surrounded King Valere, his eyes flashed with a resolute light, and his arms and the earth merged into a sharp blade with a sharp edge that should not be underestimated.

With a low shout, his figure suddenly jumped up, as fast as a cheetah hunting.

The knife flashed, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistle. It was a perfect fusion of speed and strength. Every blow was extremely accurate, directly hitting Darren's vitals, leaving no chance to breathe.

His attack was violent and impenetrable, covering Darren in a knife shadow, leaving him no way to escape.

Under the crazy suppression, Darren seemed to be involved in an inescapable nightmare. He seemed so powerless, and every resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, and was instantly shattered.

This battle suddenly turned into a one-sided massacre.

There was no mercy or hesitation in King Valere's heart. He knew that in this cruel battlefield, only the strongest posture could protect everything he cherished behind him.

Darren had no power to fight back. He was shocked and knew that the "Soul Box" supported his foundation, so he would not be completely killed no matter what.

The opponent was just doing useless work. Just keep holding on until King Valere ran out of life force!

Finally, the blue space was broken.

King Valere was about to cut off Darren Fisher's head for the seventh time.

But he stopped.

Because King Valere suddenly saw a scene that completely collapsed his heart.

"So that's it..."

At this moment, the entire Valere camp was completely destroyed. There was no more extraordinary person he was familiar with around him. Instead, those Syat people completely surrounded him, and everyone looked at this place with hostility and vigilance.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He suddenly roared to the sky after seeing this scene, and then gradually stood still.

"Are you okay?" Theo immediately came over with concern, frowning.

Darren, who had recovered again, was extremely weak and was even about to fall to the ground and couldn't move. After being supported by Yager and Theo, he silently looked at the position of King Valer.

"This guy is dead, we won."

"What a pity, if Chris had the opportunity to kill them, he could have completed the ritual faster... Both of them are definitely opponents worth killing."