A cloud of smoke that shines like a soul that is shining like a wronged soul groped and condensed into a human form. He claimed to be a "black flame deacon", and before that he also gave himself a series of majestic and second-class titles.

In terms of appearance, he has estimated that he has met the prerequisites for a big boss.

However, Eric has no clue about such a character in his impression. He has never seen it in the comics. He is probably just a small character with a good match, right? But now he doesn't look like a second-rate villain. Aren't such a person who summons the light pillar of the sky generally a powerful character at the Justice League level?

"What a God-given opportunity." The light and shadow looked up at the hanging raven and said, "It was just like fate. Just as I was about to recover, God arranged for you to break into my altar. With you, the holy body can be formed and flowed, and the world of living people and the dead will be integrated here."

Integrating hell and the world into one? It sounds like a big deal. Wouldn’t he attract the attention of some big shots like this?

"Look, the black sun of suffering and salvation will rise from the rotten water of the tomb." The Black Flame Deacon stretched out a dim hand, "It burned and heated here to save the dirty city on the earth. And among the remains of the ruins, my Black Flame Deacon is about to return to the world!"

He raised his illusory palms and patted them in the air. Dark red substances as blood seemed to flow out from the darkness at the top. They flew in the moldy air with the instructions of the black flames, turning into a whirlwind, surrounding the raven's body.

"I can feel that there is endless power in your body." Hei Yan said, "If you release yourself, you could have easily erased everything I did. But you are afraid, you are afraid to accept your own power and who you are. This is great, because only in this way I get the excellent opportunity - I will absorb your magic and become unprecedentedly powerful!"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The hot flames broke out of the ground and flew into the blood-colored substance, surrounding the raven like flowing magma. She screamed in pain, and the dark purple magic was pulled out along the four iron chains and merged into the green light column.

"You... this idiot," Raven said painfully with gritted teeth, "you don't know...what you are doing! You will release a demon, it will destroy everything, and you will be no exception!"

"Oh, is that? I'm really looking forward to it."

The Black Flame Deacon had no intention of stopping at all, and obviously did not take it seriously.

What Raven said is true. She may be one of the most powerful creatures on earth, but she never dared to release herself. Even a single outage of power may bring her father, the Lord of the Three Palaces. Unfortunately, all the dimensions that have been visited by the Three Palaces have been tragically damaged.

It was as if the flames from hell were armed with the Black Flame Deacon, and he became even more arrogant. Countless figures were striking in the flames, and flesh-colored living dead people seemed to emerge out of thin air, and they all knelt down at him, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"Stop!"

Eric tried to rush towards the spinning flame, but was grabbed from behind by two living dead people and pushed to the ground.

He never felt so powerless.

At the beginning, at the critical moment of life and death, someone threw the Armozhuo's armored backpack to him, which was a turning point in his life. But even at that moment when his life was hanging by a thread, he was just unwilling to give up and did not pray for strength.

He never wanted strength because he did not have the desire to fight.

But now it's different.

He now had unprecedented desire for the power to fight, at any cost, as long as he could obtain the power to rescue Raven from that black flame.

Elsewhere, in the dark little room, the mysterious man held his cheek with one hand and observed Eric's movements in the picture with expectation - even if Eric is under Arkham at this moment, he is still under his surveillance.

"Come on, Eric." He smiled, as if he was talking to himself, "Prove yourself to me and let me see your ability."

Eric yelled almost tortured, trying desperately to break free from the two living dead monsters. He looked straight into Riven's direction, his desire to break free from the past exceeded everything.

Then, he really did.

It was as if at this moment, a lock was untied, and the power was poured into his arms like a flood that had accumulated for a long time behind the gate. He swung his arms with all his strength, and the two living dead people immediately groaned and flew away by him, and disappeared into a darkness.

Eric himself was stunned. He saw the black metal parts with red stripes climbing onto his arms as soon as he exerted force, covering the part of his arms.

"Lock is lifted." The electronic prompt sound rang again, and it was like a heavenly sound to him at this moment. "The sleeping ends, and the Yamozhu system is back online."

The armor, which had been silent for a long time and had no movement, finally woke up again. The components extended and unfolded, wrapping Eric's whole body again after a long time. When the helmet cover and the familiar interface of the electronic display screen was activated again, Eric realized that this thing was so important to him.

A group of living dead people kneeling on the ground seemed to have received the instructions from Black Flame, and jumped up neatly, surrounding Eric from all directions like zombies in a zombie movie. Eric turned around without looking back, sweeping his legs, swirling by with a thousand pounds of force, stirring the scorching whirlwind and overturning the nearest enemy.

Immediately afterwards, without hesitation, he chose mode switching.

“…Complete, the truth mode is online.”

The appearance of the armor quickly switched, and the stripes symbolizing the Wonder Woman mark on his chest were like an eagle spreading its wings, and the background color was switched to red. With a wave of his arm, the sharp long sword was "brushed" out of the sheath, and the cold sword energy seemed to dispel the heat of the hell flames.

More living dead people flocked to him, but he didn't care at all. Eric moved, like a silver snake rushing into the jungle, and wherever the silver light went, people were rushing up and down. He stepped on the shoulders of a living dead person, jumping like a silver arc of a dagger, heading straight towards the raven position in the air.

The sword blade flickered, and the magical chain broke. Eric flew down with Raven in his arms, her body was as light as a feather.

After seeing Eric's movements in the surveillance screen, the mysterious man in front of the screen couldn't help but lean forward a little, staring at the readings on one side of the instrument for a long time.

Then, he burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!