Karl's soul had long since collapsed and dissolved, and his body had been possessed by another evil will, a chaotic and frenzied will that inherited the most tragic madness of the creator when forging the armor.

The newborn soul has been twisted from the beginning, and countless lives have paid for it over the centuries.

In the dark night, countless demons gathered at the edge of the city, looking at the Magic Mountain Capital in the distance.

As soon as the sun rises in the abyss, the horn of killing, the horn of slaughter, will be cracked, and the demons will have another revelry in the paradise.

The rest of the city is scattered, with only two or three kittens hiding in dark corners.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of metal armor approached from afar, and ghosts in black armor wandered the broken streets, and the restored trident was stained with sticky blood, dripping down incessantly.

Behind it was a path littered with corpses, and the ghost trampled on the mangled corpses.

The metal boots stomped on the corpse, the weight of the weight shattering the flesh and flesh, splattering blood and flesh and blood, drenching the armor, but it didn't seem to care.

Around the corner of the street, dozens of shadows lurk in the shadows, waiting for the black-armored ghost to step in.

This is a group of shadow mages, they are demonic souls who have been stripped of their bodies by death, manipulated into puppets by others, because they cannot be perceived by the presence of no entity, no psionic vision, or the skill of a supernatural sixth sense.

Each Shadow Envoy has a combat power range of 19-25, and the mastermind behind them is hidden in the shadows.

The other party's head was like an octopus, and eight slender tentacles were connected to the swirling mouth, which extended to the waist, constantly secreting a sticky, wet and cold liquid.

Flippers wrapped their hands around their chests, and countless threads of light wrapped around their palms to form transparent spheres, each of which seeped outwards and connected the back of each shadow emissary's head.

This is a legendary mind enslaver, a rare female commun, best at phantom and soul spells, and also has its own charm skills, cruel and tyrannical, like to enslave intelligent life to flaunt its noble intellectuality, and is also good at the production of shadow puppets.

It saw the special nature of the magic armor, and the significance of an armor that had the ability to move autonomously and manipulate the user was very significant.

It's not just the Mind Enslaver, but there are a few others lurking in the shadowy corners.

Those who still dare to come over after seeing the power of the black-armored samurai must have their own reliance.

……

The night watched coldly from a distance of a thousand feet.

The 'Far Away Home' didn't show more than 50% of its power a few months ago, and the magic armor is truly terrifying, even epic professionals don't want to resist it, so it's a good choice to let a few clowns who don't know how to live or die to consume it.

And in addition to this reason, Cangye was also restrained here.

Across from him was a Mithril Golem about the height of an adult human, 30% of the Mithril content mixed into 69% of the Abyssal Heavy Metal, and the remaining 1% was the more precious Nether Star Silver, a solidified starlight dust with a high concentration of magical elements, perfectly compatible with any natural element, and an additional 200% physical defense.

Mithril Golem (Level 10 Legendary Constructed)

This is a puppet controlled remotely, the vague spell fluctuations and can't escape the perception of the night, and the other party did not deliberately hide itself, from an unknown distance, the hidden dark person slowly said to the night with the puppet's piercing and noisy metal friction sound:

"First meeting, free man!"

Hearing this title, Cangye immediately reacted:

"You're a player of Lukiel!"

'Free Man' is a disdainful term for someone who is favored by Lukiel but rejects his invitation, and it is a foolish choice to give up the invitation of a generous god in order to preserve his freedom.

The other party was also quite surprised, and immediately responded:

"You're not as stupid as I thought you would."

"We focus only on the stupidity of free men, but we often ignore their arrogance......"

The cold voice of the night interrupted the other party's tirade that was about to begin:

"What do you want from me, you can't afford to be an early bird?"

The golem then let out a shrill laugh:

"Well, even among the freed, you are special."

"Your purpose is the same as mine, you're here for that cursed armor, how about joining forces with me?"

Too much exposition is unnecessary, both sides are smart people, each has made a lot of preparations before coming here, and no one understands their own strengths and weaknesses better than themselves, so there are only two answers.

"Yes."

Cangye's cold voice made the other party's reaction a little peculiar, this should be a free man who is so proud that he disdains to be a player, but why would he agree to cooperate with him? In fact, his real purpose is not to win over, but for another, deeper reason.

……

In the distance stood a pile of towering ruins of buildings, and under the night sky, a winged figure stood, a slightly arrogant figure in indifference as if watching a few ignorant children laugh and make a fuss.

Five minutes......

Nightwing retracted, scarlet blood poured down, and cold pupils slowly closed, opening again before the time limit ended.

……

It's close! It's getting closer!

Listening to the beat of the Iron Boots on the ground, the Mind Enslavers curled up the filigree of chance with their fingertips, like marionettes manipulating the Shadow Envoys, their hands condensed with shadowy spear tips.

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Almost a moment before the Mind Servant could stop his voice, a terrible scream rang out in his heart, urging him to get out of there.

This is the [Super Sixth Sense] that surpasses the [Spiritual Sixth Sense].

Without hesitation, the Mind Enslaver submissed his senses and pulled the two puppets around him with silk threads.

In an instant—

The house on which the Soul Enslaver rested collapsed, and the trident flowing with the dark air flow tore through the ruins, slashing and slashing, and the dark warrior with the trident in his hand stepped on the ruins, and his iron feet slammed into the ground, and suddenly stepped into a deep pit.

A scream came from the mouth of the Mind Enslaver, it was the [Banshee's Howl], but the Phantom High Ring Spell obviously had no effect on a pair of armor.

The dark air formed a vortex around him, smashing the approaching shadow envoy, and the trident extended again, piercing the chest of the Mind Enslaver, lifting it high and slamming it down, smashing it into meat sauce on the spot.

A legendary demon seed ended in such a tragic way, but the long night was just about to begin, and the next moment, the black-armored warrior was attacked by six monsters with the same aura as the Mind Enslaver.