Chapter 565

The shadow of the sword is like the wind.

After being promoted to the fifth level, Celcia's moves became even more powerful. From being suppressed and only able to win by surprise, she gradually became able to confront King Indra head-on.

Although it still seemed to be at a disadvantage, as time went by, Celcia seemed to gradually adapt to her own realm, and the sword became much stronger, and King Indra became the defensive one.

However, when her strength reached a high point, it suddenly and slowly declined.

King Indra understood her current state at a glance and said:

"After all, you have just broken through. Plus the previous consumption, how long can you confront me head-on?"

"It doesn't take long to fight."

It was obvious that King Indra had gradually pushed her to the edge of despair, but the corner of Celcia's mouth suddenly curved into a strange arc:

"Haven't you noticed yet?"

"What?"

King Indra frowned.

"I discovered... that the main attacker was not me at all."

As soon as she finished speaking, Celcia took another breath and attacked with a ferocious attitude.

King Indra seemed to have discovered something and turned his head suddenly.

boom!

The already crumbling wall completely shattered, and a figure rushed out like a cannonball!

"Varied--"

For the first time, King Indra showed a truly surprised expression.

Moon Campbell?

How can it be?

He knew that his recovery ability was amazing, so the blow just now directly shattered all his internal organs, including his heart.

His internal organs were shattered into mud and he was still jumping around. Is this the son of a duke? What the hell is this human being?

But at this juncture, he had no time to think too much.

The dazzling light of the knife penetrated the smoke and struck at his vitals.

But he was avoided by King Indra at the critical moment.

At the same time, at the cost of taking Celicia's sword, he spread one hand and struck Mu En suddenly.

puff.

Mu En's abdomen was directly penetrated, and the blood flowed out like no money.

However, his face hidden by the mask still showed an excited grin.

"I……"

Mu En held King Indra's arm tightly and said in a hoarse voice:

"I've got you, King Indra!"

From the depths of the pupils, under the turning of the dark sun, black flames with pure white outer flames rose up!

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The flames rise.

It was pitch black fire, with a depth that could devour the soul, but the coat of the flame was an extremely holy pure white.

The flames swayed like strange elves.

King Indra saw the black flame deep in Mu En's eyes, and when he glanced away, the flame had begun to burn on his naked body.

In a gray world, pure black and pure white are so clear.

The flame had no temperature, and was not blazing or hot, but wherever the flame traveled, the flesh and blood on his body disappeared out of thin air.

Not even blood flowed, as if silently, his flesh and blood had turned into food for the dark flames.

King Indra reacted quickly and directly tore off the flesh and blood attached to the flame to prevent it from spreading.

However, it has no effect.

Because when he was awakened by the severe pain from deep within his body, he discovered that the flames were not only burning on his flesh and blood... but also burning on his spirit.

That was his true body, a trace of spirit left in this clone.

In the godless eyes, the dark flames were eating away at the terrifying holes bit by bit.

This time King Indra finally understood what Mu En meant when he said "he was caught".

Although this flame is strange, with his experience and knowledge, there are countless ways to avoid it.

Even if it were his true form, the moment the black flame appeared, he could crush the source of the black flame, the Moon Campbell, into a pulp in advance.

He didn't believe that this guy could still live after being ground to a pulp.

But...this is all if.

He is not the real body, and at this moment, he cannot avoid it.

Because Mu En, regardless of the injury that penetrated his body, had already locked her hands tightly on his body. The physical contact could not be avoided by any method. Even the look at each other just now allowed the black flame to enter his body more quickly. Spirit.

The spirit and body... and perhaps even the soul that does not exist here will be burned to death by this black flame.

Terrible flames.

"This is...the power of the evil god?"

King Indra spoke calmly:

"But why have I never seen an evil god control such a flame?"

"you guess?"

Mu En sneered without any intention of answering.

You can't tell this old guy that this is a strange power that even he hasn't fully understood yet, created by the fusion of the powers of several evil gods.

"It seems I underestimated you again, Moon Campbell."

King Indra sighed:

"But even so, I can't..."

The premonition of death crisis buzzed again, Mu En's heart... No, the heart was broken. Mu En tensed up and saw that King Indra's skinny body actually expanded a little. The terrifying air pressure spurted out again. He actually gave up completely. Suppressing the black flames that were gradually turning him into nothingness, he launched a fierce attack on Mu En.

But, it was only at the moment he raised his hand.

puff.

A thin sword pierced his chest accurately.

King Indra's movements froze, and his expanding body deflated like a deflated balloon, and he was unable to raise his hand.

After all, he was just a clone, not as strong as a near-god body, nor as powerful as Mu En's, which was more terrifying than cockroaches.

Blood flowed from King Indra's mouth and nose, and even the gray world gradually became unclear in his eyes.

"Heh, it's really... tacit understanding."

King Indra sighed again.

Then.

"Don't... go in."

This identity said the last words of obsession or advice, and was completely swallowed by the black flames.

The palm blocking Mu En's abdomen disappeared, and the hideous wound was exposed to the air. More blood gushed out, his face became paler, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

Fortunately, his body did not have an intimate contact with the cold ground. At the critical moment, the familiar cold and soft little hand supported him.

Ice condensed, temporarily stopping his bleeding in this rough way, Cecilia's cold eyes stared at Mu En.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you really worried about me?"

Mu En smiled bitterly.

Cecilia still stared at him, her eyes swept across his wound and his pale face, then pinned a strand of hair on his forehead behind his ear and nodded gently:

"If you must understand it this way, it counts as it."

"..."

Mu En was stunned, a little surprised that this dead arrogant would actually admit it, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

In the end, he said truthfully:

"It's nothing serious, King Indra is worthy of being King Indra. Although it's just a clone, the part of the power fed back by the black flame after burning him is enough for me to recover from my injuries, and even my realm has been improved to a certain extent. Of course, it's not as strong as your promotion during the battle, but it's not far from the fourth level."

Mu En raised his hand and struggled to wrap a part of Dou Qi around his fingertips, showing Cecilia his improved realm.

Cecilia's cold eyes flickered slightly. She had seen Mu En's black flame before, but she didn't expect it to be more powerful than she imagined.

However, she didn't ask anything in the end.

"After all, it is a force from an external object. Will it not leave any bad effects?"

Cecilia asked.

"It doesn't matter."

Mu En shook his head:

"Just restrain yourself a little and don't be too greedy for this power."

The ice thawed, and the black flames wandered around Mu En's wounds.

Unlike the previous erosion on King Indra, the black flames released this time, but a very rich vitality.

It was like a bud blooming from the endless ruined ashes after a destructive fire.

Life and death are all included in it.

Flesh and blood are reborn, blood is rebuilt, internal organs are restored, and bones grow.

Granulations grow, interweave, and reconstruct.

At the same time, the itchy pain like countless ants biting began to stimulate Mu En's nerves crazily. This pain was several times stronger than the injuries caused by the battle with adrenaline soaring.

Mu En, who always had a strong tolerance for pain, couldn't help but twist his expression.

Cecilia quietly watched Mu En's painful expression with his eyes closed, and watched him clasp his hands tightly into the ground without saying a word.

But suddenly, Mu En, who was forcibly enduring the pain, felt that his body was slightly moved.

There were two soft, round, and elastic touches coming from the back of his head.

Mu En opened his eyes in confusion, but what caught his eyes was not Cecilia's cold and beautiful face.

But... two majestic peaks that suddenly rose from the flat plain.

The peaks were hidden under the soft and wrinkled fabric, but from this angle, the taut arc of the southern hemisphere was particularly beautiful.

"This... this is?"

Although he already knew what this action and this perspective meant, Mu En still couldn't help but wonder.

Because in his understanding, the Ice Witch would never take the initiative to do such a thing.

"Knee pillow."

Half of the cold and beautiful face peeked out from behind the peak, still expressionless.

"Didn't you say that the knee pillow can help you relieve pain?"

Speaking, Cecilia's tone suddenly had a hint of unkindness:

"Are you lying to me?"

"No, no, no..."