At this moment, Eric also clearly felt his own changes.

He could feel the energy filled the revived Armor Zhuo armor, which was different from the previous feeling, just as energy had its own consciousness wandering along the limbs and bones.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt like...becoming stronger.

What Eric didn't know was that the man behind the scenes who locked his armor was originally planned to improve the matching degree between the Amo Zhuo armor and him by stimulating his desire to fight in his heart. If the previous match was 60%, then it could be increased to 80% to 90%, and Eric should be able to force unlock it with his will. Now, even this mysterious person was surprised that Eric's matching degree had soared by more than 100% at this time, and it was not until 150%.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it exceeds the "unity of man and sword" that the ancients often say. The armor system and his nervous system are as closely connected like complex spider webs, almost integrated into one.

"It's too late!" The ceremony of the Black Flame Deacon continued. After Raven was rescued, the flame storm did not stop at all. "What you have done can't change anything! My Black Flame Deacon, will return from hell today!"

Countless believers responded to his shouts, and the walking dead continued to fall one after another, and fell to his feet one after another. The flesh-colored corpses piled up into a pyramid, and the black flame deacon stood at the top of the pyramid and shouted, as if the king who had come back to the world looked down at his kingdom.

Eric helped the raven up, her face recovering slightly now.

"How are you? Do you still have the strength to play another round?"

"Are looking at it."

The Black Flame Deacon pointed in the direction of the two: "Swallow these two heresy who interfered with the rituals to me alive!"

The Living Dead people received the order and surrounded them dullly. Although these things were amazing in number, their combat effectiveness was really not satisfactory. Eric stepped forward, his sword swept across, and the silver wind sprinkled out with the stinky body fluids of the zombies. The heads of the five Living Dead people immediately split up.

"They are the dead from hell, they are endless and can never be beaten." said the Raven, "We have to take our heads straight."

“Agree.”

Eric jumped, his amazing jumping force was like a sky cannon. As soon as he jumped, a circle of visible air waves burst out on the ground, slapped the countless living dead people around him. He held the hilt tightly, and the blade rolled up a storm and swept towards the Black Flame Deacon.

The flame surrounding the Black Flame Deacon seemed to be conscious. When it sensed the approach of danger, it took the initiative to attack. The pillar of fire was shaped into countless spikes and stabbed towards Eric.

Eric swung his sword and slashed the sword blades and flames collided in the air, and sparks scattered in the air. He leveraged the force in the air and soared into the air again incredibly. His body suddenly raised and approached a stone pillar in the cave. His right foot urged the stone pillar with force. His body twisted in the air, and his long sword pointed at the place where the Black Flame Deacon was roaring.

The Black Flame Deacon snorted coldly, as if he was in a forging order. The flying tongue of flame obediently condensed into a demon's claw, and opened his palms to grab Eric, who was approaching quickly, like a man slapped a flying mosquito.

But it finally failed to capture the mosquito. The dark chaotic magic arrived in time. The black weapon cut off the claws in the waist, turning into star-pointed flames and dissipated. It was a raven, she was suspended in the air, and the purple-black chaotic magic was like a breeze blowing her hair, and her cloak was flying continuously, like a queen calling clouds and rain.

With her help, Eric was able to break through the flame barrier without any obstacles and flash to the side of the Black Flame Deacon. On the side of his long sword, the sword light flashed, and the translucent magic splashed out from the Black Flame Deacon's soul body like blood, and his sharp howling was like a female ghost who died unjustly.

Eric passed by his side, and when he flew over, there was a golden rope trolling on Hei Yan's neck. Eric turned around and pulled it hard, and the magic rope trolling firmly locked up the translucent body, pulled him out of the pyramid of the living dead, drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground hard.

"Stupid." The Black Flame Deacon pinched the simulated truth-touching slut around his neck in annoyed manner and shouted, "You don't know who you have angered!"

"I think I know, an old man who was demoted to hell in the late middle school years...ah!"

The magic beam broke out from the ground, and Eric was hit unpreparedly, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. I have to admit that this hair was really fierce, and his body pushed through a stone pillar and embedded it hard into a stone wall, leaving a shallow human-shaped pit several inches deep.

"Eric!"

The raven tried to fly towards him, but two magic beams slammed into a slam that blocked her way. The raven avoided it lightly, waved his arm, and used the chaotic magic power to command two huge rocks to fall from the sky and hit Heiyan's forehead.

But with only one thought, the purple power on the stone suddenly dissipated, and two huge rocks exploded in the air. The demonic claws turned into a demonic light pierced the smoke screen and flew towards him, and caught the raven's waist unexpectedly.

She gritted her teeth and struggled, but she couldn't break free from the bondage. The arm was swung like a giant python, and the raven was thrown out like a black feather, rolling and landing not far from Eric.

A huge transparent shadow appeared behind the Black Flame Deacon. He opened his arms and shouted excitedly: "I have mastered the power of hell! No one can stop me!"

"Oh my God, who gave this idiot so much confidence." Eric half-kneeled and squatted beside Riven and helped her up, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

"Cake up a little, we haven't exerted our strength yet," Eric said, and stood up. "Next, we have to be serious and understand what to do, right?"

The Raven nodded, stood up, and closed her eyes gently. She was like a spellcasting witch, her body slowly floating up, and the magic power quickly condensed like air as a medium, forming a dark purple whirlwind that appeared faintly.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and her eyes disappeared, and her eyes were like lightning and thunder. A pair of black wings fluttered and spread out, and black feathers with energy state were flying all over the sky.

Yamozhuo's armor also reacted. The magic power was sucked into the inside of the armor from every gap. The tone of the shell quickly dimmed. The lines on the chest formed the mark of the black crow, and dark metal wings were stretched out behind it. The silver sword was also swallowed by the magic power of the dark purple.

Exactly the same as last time against Beliel, the magic of Amozor armor resonated with the ravens and switched to a brand new posture.
Chapter completed!