This instantaneous change means an opportunity for war.

Although Xingge grumbled in his mind, he attacked his opponent, a Kuangfeng Douqi user who also used a sword, even more fiercely.

Miss Alice was like a tiger rushing down a mountain, killing her opponent at an extremely fast speed.

Luther had only left a wound on his opponent's chest, but the bloodthirsty battle axe had greatly reduced the opponent's vitality.

For Luther's side, although the actions of Knight Sauron were inexplicable, they greatly boosted morale. On the other side, it was the opposite, and the other members of the Shadow Council cursed in their hearts.

what the hell!

But the Shadow Council often quarreled among themselves, so although they cursed loudly, they did not panic. Abida, who was fighting against Luther, even shouted, "Let's go."

Xingge and Britney's opponents turned into hurricanes upon hearing this and quickly fled the scene.

So does Abida.

But they were destined not to escape, because Alice had already killed her opponent. The four people chased after the three people, and soon after, Luther and his four companions came back.

And Soran just happened to get rid of Bronxi. He stabbed Bronxi's chest with a sword, and the ghost face on the magic sword devoured Bronxi's soul.

"The darkness will devour you sooner or later. We will eventually meet in hell." Brownsey showed a weird smile on his half-skeleton, half-normal face, and then fell to the ground.

Luther and the other three landed. Miss Alice, Miss Britney, and Xingge looked alert, while Luther frowned and looked at Newton.

He felt the strangeness of the sword in Newton's hand, and from Brownsey's last words before his death, it sounded like Newton was in bad condition.

"Long time no see, Luther." Soran dispersed the dark fighting spirit on his body, revealing a pale face, and said with a slight smile.

Newton was still Newton, but he had changed a lot. In addition to his paler complexion, his figure had become thinner and leaner.

Newton used to be a fat man.

"What the hell happened to you? Your situation seems to be very bad." Luther asked with a frown.

"The pursuit of power comes at a price. I'll get it done," Newton said calmly.

“Strength is necessary, but it is not the only thing. If you pursue strength too much, you will lose a lot.”

Luther said.

"This is a magic sword that gains power from killing. The stronger the power, the more difficult it is to control. Its power is even more bizarre than that of the phoenix." Miss Britney is knowledgeable and said it in one sentence.

"Leave the Shadow Council immediately and return to Pompeii with me. I will find a way to increase your strength so that you don't have to rely on the magic sword. Damn it, didn't you master the Wind Fighting Qi before? How did you learn the Dark Fighting Qi? And what's going on with this weird magic sword?"

Luther frowned even more deeply.

"I told you I'll get it done." Newton raised his head and looked at his brother stubbornly.

"Then I will take you away by force." Luther raised the bloodthirsty battle axe in his hand, bursting out his earth fighting spirit, and said.

"You try it," Newton said.

"Alright, alright. You seem to be friends, so there's no need for friends to be so murderous." Xingge came out to smooth things over, and then said to Luther, "Luther, everyone has their own path. Since he chose to join the Shadow Council and got something as strange as the magic sword, he must have his own ideas. You shouldn't force him."

Luther looked at Newton intently and found that Newton had changed. Not only his appearance had changed a lot, but his temper had also changed a lot.

Become tough and strong, and become a strong warrior.

He is no longer the playboy, carefree Newton. It is not clear whether this change is good or bad.

"Okay." Newton nodded.

"Alright, alright, that's all. Why so murderous? Let's go, let's go kill monsters. With Luther here, even if there are only five of us, we can easily get "Excellent"." Xingge breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"It's our luck that we meet here. It seems that we are destined to become legends together." Luther also smiled and thought to himself, what good luck.

Can bring brothers along too.

Only Newton was a little confused. What did this mean? ………………..Nine days later! In a valley surrounded by mountains, a halo of despair rose into the sky, and red waves spread all around. Fear and despair were enough to kill all beings below the level of the Great Knight.

Newton, Xingge, Alice, and Britney stayed on a distant mountain and watched Luther release the Aura of Despair, turning a group of blood wolves into corpses.

Newton looked at Luther quietly, and not only did Luther notice that he had become different, he also noticed that Luther had become different.

He obtained the magic sword and embarked on the road to becoming a legend. His brothers, Luther and Pompey, also obtained the source of power they wanted and embarked on the road to becoming a legend.

“Embrace the darkness, go deeper into the darkness, and finally break free from the darkness and gain redemption. This is my legendary path.”

Newton held the magic sword in front of his eyes, his eyes were filled with darkness. But when he raised his head and looked at Luther, his eyes showed a gentle color.

When he lowered his head and looked at the magic sword, he was a killing god in the dark, without any emotion. When he looked up at Luther, he had humanity.

It takes great courage and firm belief to embrace darkness. It is even more difficult to regain humanity.

During the long years of the Shadow Council, Newton almost fell into despair, but he managed to survive because of his distant hometown and his living relatives.

Parents, family, and Luther.

"When we step into legend together, we won't have to fear anyone anymore. I will never allow anyone to take away the people around me again."

Newton thought.

The changes that happened that night made Newton feel deep pain, and he still feels the pain to this day.

At this moment, a drastic change occurred in the valley. A high-pitched cry sounded, the cry was sharp and piercing, piercing the void and spreading far away.

The sharp cry was full of brutality and cruelty.

A phoenix flew up, spread its wings and soared in the air, but finally fell to the ground and landed in Luther's body.

The clothes on Luther's body suddenly shattered and turned into ashes. His body seemed to be burning with a red light like a flame, and a lifelike phoenix spread its wings on his chest.

Luther's eyes were filled with red light, exuding a tyrannical and cruel aura. Veins bulged on his forehead as he tried his best to resist the mental impact of the phoenix.

But gradually the red light dissipated, the phoenix pattern disappeared, and the blue veins smoothed out.

There was calmness in Luther's eyes.

Luther got his chance.

If ordinary people are ordinary templates, the previous Luther was an elite template, and the current Luther is a heroic template.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become a saint.

(End of this chapter)