Although Smith's resentment at the time was like that of a player who had lost ten consecutive ranked games, worked five extra days, and had to go to the company on weekends, it was enough to support the Evil Sword Immortal.
However, if the mental weapon in Joels's hands is for protecting his beliefs, it can absorb at least a third of the damage, preventing Joels from becoming an aerial acrobat.
Dark-themed Mind Armor is truly a visually exclusive weapon.
She is indeed very good-looking.
It has good looks, good stats, and good mechanics.
How can he play like this? He might as well use his old, worn-out greatsword, at least it still has runes on it.
Joels was unaware of all this. He watched as Smith finished dealing with the other dark cultists and then focused his attention on him. This fallen man knew very well that he had now reached a point where he had to struggle to survive.
"That guy is too strong, Smith, what a fine former top manager..."
"I was careless just now. I shouldn't have chosen that old man. Maybe I could have given that young man next to me, Evan, a shot in the arm."
Joels analyzed that taking ordinary home guards hostage was not valuable enough; he needed a hostage of sufficient importance.
Even though he couldn't beat Smith, he was prepared to give Evan's Dawn Spear a try, even though its light made him uncomfortable.
"That damn light is indeed a bit troublesome, but it doesn't affect my combat power much."
I still have trump cards to play. I haven't had time to drag more humanity into darkness yet. I can't die now!
After discarding the short sword, which was now only half intact, Joels was enveloped in black mist.
"The great god of darkness, lord of shadows, ruler of despair, embodiment of endless night, the god of darkness, Mordel."
I am your most loyal follower, I pray for your power, may darkness last forever, devouring all hope…
Running towards Evan, muttering to himself, this was Joels' last resort.
To the Dark God Moder, the Dark Cultists were like snacks, but they were still a religious organization, and Moder did pay some attention to these fallen ones.
In order to enable these fallen ones to create more soul snacks, the cult has a KPI: converting new believers. Converted believers can enjoy a period of time when the soul extraction is reduced and their own souls can slowly recover.
Joels is qualified to be the team leader because of his excellent performance; he is considered the top salesperson.
Through the numerous sacrifices, these people were transformed in Model's eyes into "high-quality food that can create its own food," and they could recite the prayers inscribed upon them to attract Model's power.
The cost? At least fifty Dark Cultists need to be converted, otherwise the soul extraction speed will double.
At this moment, the black mist completely engulfed Joels' body. Within the mist, his body underwent further mutations. His skin was replaced by black keratin, a pair of horns grew on his head, and his hands turned into claws. He was no longer human.
"I feel it! An endless stream of power! I am invincible now!"
Speed, strength, self-healing ability, and control over darkness—he has everything he needs.
Joels was less than ten meters away from Evan. He saw Evan raise the Dawn Spear and the Homeguards behind him with strange looks in their eyes.
"Is it fear? Your top leader is doomed!"
Faced with the spearhead of the Dawn Spear, Joels, whose ego was now as inflated as a pufferfish, chose to clench his fist and attack.
With his fists, he faced the spear of dawn.
"Die, humans!"
He saw the golden spearhead touch the black mist, saw the black mist melt and dissipate like snow under the scorching sun, and saw his unprotected fist collide with the Dawn Spear.
He felt pain; the light felt like thousands of steel needles piercing his body. Now, even moving had become a luxury.
His darkness could not withstand Evan's light.
They could only watch helplessly as the Dawn Spear magnified in their eyes.
Right now, he can't do anything.
Joels seemed to realize something before the Dawn Spear pierced his heart.
"Those people weren't worried about this young man; they were mocking my overestimation of my abilities..."
"Pfft..."
The Dawn Spear pierced the Fallen's body, endless light tearing through the mutated flesh and emanating from every corner.
"call……"
Whether it was a dark body or a corrupt soul, everything vanished in the light, leaving no trace of pollution.
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