Chapter 118 Awakening

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

But his condition was very bad at the moment. His whole body was soaked in blood. The rubbish leather armor on his body was completely destroyed. The huge hole that almost occupied the entire chest had no blood flowing out. Organs including the heart became nothingness under Duriel's sudden attack.

Tyrael stroked Lan Wu's forehead with one hand, with a gentle smile in his eyes. The almost illusory light wings behind him swayed in the wind. Every time they swayed, the light around them became brighter.

"Damn it, Tyrael, what are you doing?" Duriel felt a panic for no reason, and roared loudly with a fierce look on his face. It could see that Tyrael's clone was already releasing the power of holy light with all its strength.

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

Duriel was uneasy. The angel's method was too weird. Although it is one of the four great demon kings of hell, it never dares to underestimate the means of these angels. Otherwise, even if the three demons were almost completely imprisoned by the World Stone, they would still be the strongest in the world. How could they be sealed by the Soul Stone brought by Tyrael from heaven?

Thinking of this, Duriel did not dare to neglect it, and also burst out with all his strength, releasing the majestic magic power to accelerate the healing of the space. As long as the space does not collapse again, no matter what Tyrael has, he can deal with it with his own strength.

"Thank you." Tyrael suddenly raised his head and looked at Duriel, with a faint smile on his lips.

Duriel felt even more uneasy when he heard Tyrael suddenly say thank you. There must be a conspiracy, or a big conspiracy. How could an archangel who is determined to fight hell to death thank a demon king of hell.

"What the hell are you planning, damn guy?" Duriel was confused and stared at Tyrael in front of him. He wanted to rush over and kill it right now. Unfortunately, the area of ​​more than 20 meters was already filled with huge light power. Rushing in was like throwing a piece of iron into concentrated sulfuric acid.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he was shocked and angry: "Could it be that this damn archangel is planning to let me fall into his trap and use the last light power to weaken my strength 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 dared not act rashly. Although the strength of these little bugs was not up to par, if his strength was suppressed too much by the light power, he might really die here.

It was a shame to die at the hands of an angel, and it was a great shame that could not be washed away even if he jumped into the river of fire. At that time, even a fallen demon would laugh at him.

Become the laughing stock of the whole hell?

No, never.

Thinking of this, Duriel immediately encouraged the vast magic power that filled the entire space to press against the last bit of light. Light and darkness are opposites. The two forces will cancel each other out when they collide. Consume a little more light power now, and you will bear less light power later.

Tyrael seemed to be unaware that Duriel had made sufficient preparations. He did not see that the vast dark magic power was forcibly suppressing the light magic power. In just a few breaths, the light magic power shrank greatly, leaving less than ten meters in radius.

"In the name of God, I, Archangel Tyrael, give you the blessing of the gods." Tyrael smiled faintly. The light under his right hand suddenly became bright.

In an instant, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. There was no expression in his eyes, and his consciousness seemed to be still asleep. Tyrael put down his right hand, as if he was looking at his own child, with a gentle and kind face.

As Tyrael moved his right hand away, a mysterious rune suddenly appeared on Lan Wu's forehead. This rune was like a key, completely activating the runes on the chest that were simplified into lines.

Ai Er, Ed... one rune after another appeared on the chest like a living thing. As if responding to the rune carved by Tyrael, the runes one after another emitted a faint gray-white light, and wandered around Lan Wu in a chaotic and orderly manner.

Once these runes wandered, Lan Wu seemed to have turned into a pure black hole. The powerful light magic around him that was so strong that he could not see anything was immediately affected first, and it quickly flowed into his body like a stream of water.

The light magic was attacked from both inside and outside, and it was immediately difficult to resist. The dark magic took the opportunity to suppress it, and suppressed the light magic to only a two-meter radius.

"Hahaha..." Duriel laughed triumphantly when he saw this scene in front of him. He was relieved now. Without the restraint of light magic, Tyrael could not play any tricks at all.

This is what he deserved.

Duriel thought happily. Being able to make an archangel suffer such humiliation, he would have something to brag about when he returned to hell. Maybe the other three demon kings would be jealous and crazy.

Kill him while he is sick.

As one of the demon kings of hell, Duriel has mastered this trick to perfection. The majestic dark magic surged out again, as if it was going to swallow up the light magic in one fell swoop.

Unexpectedly, he miscalculated this time.

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

Tyrael seemed to ignore it and just looked at Lan Wu quietly. The dark magic just poured into Lan Wu's body, and was immediately affected by the human-shaped black hole, rushing to inject into his body.

"What's going on?" Duriel was so shocked that his eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets. He clearly felt that his magic was disappearing rapidly like a tide. And the place where it finally disappeared was the little bug floating in front of Tyrael.

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

Duriel felt that his brain was not enough. Not to mention humans, even if angels or demons were bearing these two completely opposite powers at the same time, it would be like adding them together.

After only a moment of distraction, Duriel was horrified to find that his magic power suddenly dropped by half. A sudden drop of half a percent in a moment. How long does 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 healed now, and there is no need to use his own magic power to stabilize the space. As for what Tyrael has in his backhand, it's none of his business. If he doesn't stop, Tyrael doesn't need to play any more tricks, but this little bug can suck him into a mummy.

After a race against time to grab, Duriel felt a little relieved. In the end, he only recovered 60% of his magic power. Although he lost 40% of his magic power, at least he didn't lose too much. It's no problem to deal with an archangel clone who has lost most of his power and a few little bugs.

"Tyrael, you are plotting against me." Duriel shouted angrily. It finally figured it out now. All this was in Tyrael's calculations. First, he deliberately set up a false formation to let himself release his magic power with all his strength, and took the opportunity to let the damn little bug devour his magic power to his heart's content.

One increase and one decrease, invisibly weakened his strength by more than half.

"No angel is a good thing." Duriel's eyes were blazing, and he wished he could eat Tyrael alive. Angels are too hateful and should not appear in the world.

Tyrael smiled, glanced at Duriel carelessly, and then retracted his gaze. If it was just this little bit, how could he possibly deal with a real demon king.

At this time, Lan Wu absorbed the last bit of light power. The surroundings returned to their original darkness. The equipment with a range of illumination on Ende below emitted a faint light, so that he didn't see anything dark.

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

"This..." Lan Wu blinked his eyes, with an incredible look on his face. This is so spectacular that when you walk on the street, you must have a 100% rate of turning back.

"Sorry, I don't have time." Tyrael suddenly spoke, his tone full of regret.

Before Lan Wu could come back to his senses, Tyrael's body suddenly burst into dazzling light, forcing people to raise their hands to block it. In a short moment, the white light converged and suddenly sank into the rune on Lan Wu's forehead.

In an instant, all the runes became brighter and brighter, starting with the one on his forehead. Lan Wu seemed to understand something, his expression suddenly became indifferent, and he slowly closed his eyes.

The bright runes slowly left his chest and moved to all parts of his body in an orderly manner. In a short while, dozens of runes were all over his body, making him look like a human light bulb.

At this moment, Lan Wu suddenly opened his eyes. As soon 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, muttering to himself, with an unbelievable look on his face.

The vision also attracted Duriel and Ende. Everyone was stunned, watching the vision on Lan Wu. No one realized that Tyrael had disappeared without a trace at this time.

After a long time, Duriel was the first to come back to his senses. The strange phenomenon that appeared on Lan Wu was unheard of and unseen. Even in the history of hell, there has never been a similar record. As soon as he came to his senses, he immediately looked for Tyrael.

"Damn Tyrael!" Duriel's eyes suddenly turned blood red. Tyrael's clone had completely disappeared. Who else could he find to understand the strange phenomenon in front of him.

"You all have to die!" Duriel's anger value exploded, and his bloodthirsty roar echoed for a long time. Whether it is an angel or a demon, without enough curiosity, it will only become a stepping stone. Now that Tyrael cannot be found, it can only vent its anger on the little bugs in front of it.

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

"Well, you must die." Lan Wu smiled, like a fox who stole a chicken, and raised his hand to point to the ground.

In full view of the public, a clay demon stupidly climbed up from the ground.