Although I don’t know which of the seven devils of hell this monster is the incarnation of?

But at this point, it was probably too late to escape, and the only option was to fight to the death.

Wayne put aside his distracting thoughts, endured the pain he had just suffered from fighting the death magic, gritted his teeth, and once again mustered all his strength to resist the pressure from the demon soul, and condensed all the magic power in his body into the Sword of Promise of Victory.

After being blessed by the Lady of the Lake, the lightsaber formed by this sword no longer simply becomes larger, but can now gather magical energy, enhance more divine power, and increase damage to monsters.

After receiving the blessing of all the magic power in Wayne's body, the lightsaber finally stopped at about three meters, and the magic power inside gradually changed from white light to dazzling platinum.

Under the illumination of this sacred light, he felt that the pressure on his body was relieved a lot. He no longer felt the involuntary fear of the dark soul in front of him as before.

However, just as he had a brief standoff with the soul floating above the corpse, something both expected and unexpected happened.

Accompanied by twelve flashes of light, the warlocks who had just been expanding the magic cracks and were corroded by the power of hell all appeared around Wayne and the evil soul.

As if they were summoned by the power of the devil, they all had dull eyes and dazed expressions, but their hands were not slow in their movements. After appearing, they immediately began to wave their staffs and began to condense chaotic magic power, as if they were preparing to release some magic.

At this time, Wayne dared not let the twelve warlocks join their battle. He gritted his teeth, reached out and took out a very gorgeous scabbard from his bracelet, infused it with magic power, and then stuck it into the ground.

As he moved, a golden barrier about ten meters in diameter immediately rose up with the scabbard as the center. This was the scabbard of the Sword of Promised Victory, named Avalon.

This powerful magic item can unleash an extremely powerful defensive magic that is said to be able to block all damage and can last for about a minute.

Now, regardless of whether its effect is as exaggerated as the legend, Wayne has no choice but to use this method to prevent these warlocks from interfering with the battle between him and the demon's clone.

After the golden barrier of Avalon appeared, Wayne didn't dare to delay for even a second. He directly cast a six-ring mirror spell, splitting his body into six, and together with his original body, he launched a righteous beating on that soul.

Seven tall and agile figures, with a resolute will, launched the most ferocious attack on the demon's soul light ball from different directions.

Seeing this situation, it seemed to realize that something was wrong. The soul clone of the demon god, which was only a ball of light left, suddenly ignited a ball of soul flame, and then instantly drilled into the body of the middle-aged warlock who had just been split in half, and the middle-aged warlock's flesh and blood began to burn violently.

By the time Wayne and his mirror clone rushed to the corpse, the demon's soul and the warlock's body had melted into a ball of black, sticky blood, which was constantly bubbling and rippling violently, as if some evil ritual was being prepared.

However, the witcher didn't care about all this. He only knew the principle of attacking the enemy while he was weak. No matter what means the enemy used, now was a good opportunity to strike him hard.

Together with his clone, he was wrapped in the constantly twisting and tumbling black blood. Holding a huge lightsaber as dazzling as the sun, he thrust it fiercely into the pool of blood.

Aww! Amid the roar of pain and anger, the seven scorching lightsabers instantly evaporated a small portion of the black blood. Countless angry faces appeared in the twisted steam, and then together with the remaining blood, they condensed into a twisted and strong body in a very short time.

Blood-red skin and muscles, huge curved horns, sharp fangs, a terrifying face, and black-red flames emanating from the whole body.

It was clearly flesh and blood the size of an ordinary person, and part of it had been evaporated by the divine power, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a terrifying body more than four meters tall, as big as a giant, in front of Wayne.

His upper body was like an extremely strong giant warrior, but his lower body was like an alien monster, with four insect-like limbs covered with barbs and shells.

Not only that, but behind this body, there are eight long, whip-like black tentacles that are twisting and swinging around its body. The entire appearance looks both terrifying and twisted, and is definitely not comparable to an ordinary monster.

"How dare you, you vile maggot, a tiny creature from the netherworld, to offend me, the great Lord of Destruction, Baal."

"I will tear you into pieces, I will devour your soul, and turn your flesh and blood into my food."

However, before he could finish his harsh words, the despicable demon hunter Wayne launched another attack.

The six lightsabers of the mirror clone stabbed at the body of the demon from all kinds of tricky directions, but Wayne stood behind Baal, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and pulled hard at the demon king of destruction Baal through the air.

Baal, the Demon Lord of Destruction, who was in a furious state, suddenly felt that a mysterious force he had never seen before, was taking away something important from his soul in an irresistible way, and in an instant his soul felt an unprecedented emptiness and an inexplicable fear.

This was something he had never thought of before, that he would be attacked in this way in a relatively weak plane.

Ding! The target has been cursed with luck, gaining 19 points of luck. The current luck value is 29.

Just when Baal felt inexplicable fear and was a little dazed, the six lightsabers of the mirror clone had already pierced into his body. Although these sacred injuries were not a threat at all to Baal, the Lord of Destruction.

But inexplicably, because of the interference of these divine powers, it actually lost control of its body for a moment.

The body, which was originally formed by forcibly condensing the flesh and blood of an ownerless person, collapsed in an instant, revealing the soul light ball wrapped inside.

"What's going on? How is it possible?"

As one of the Seven Demon Gods of Hell who has lived for who knows how many years, Baal had never imagined that he would make such a low-level mistake when exerting his power.

He immediately rushed to Baal's side and thrust the Sword of Promised Victory in his hand fiercely into the exposed soul ball of the Demon King of Destruction.

Then he roared and began to output all the chaotic magic power in his body with all his strength without regard for the consequences.

In an instant, the severely injured soul light ball trembled violently, and an angry howl that shocked the soul erupted from the light ball, not only making Wayne, who was close at hand, dizzy and dazed.

Even the six mirror clones surrounding Baal had their magic foundations shattered, and along with the lightsabers in their hands, they turned into magic dust.

However, this was only the last counterattack of the soul light ball. Although Baal was one of the seven demons of hell, this was only his soul clone, and he came across the gap in space and was restricted by the rules of the native world. His own power was less than a few tenths of his true strength.

Although the Sword of Promised Victory in Wayne's hand is not ranked among the weapons in the universe, it is definitely the best among the existing weapons in the wizarding world.

In addition, it was attached with the sacred blessing of the goddess of the lake, as well as the influence of some unknown force, so this group of Baal's soul clones was actually severely damaged by this sword.

Under the burning of the holy power, its soul light ball began to twist and flicker constantly. Amid Wayne's roar, it finally could not hold on any longer and directly disintegrated into dozens of fist-sized soul flames.

However, as one of the seven demons of hell, the strength of Baal's soul is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Even if it disintegrates into such a tiny ball of light, it still cannot escape the control of the Demon King of Hell.

Just when Wayne was panting and exhausted, thinking that he had dealt with the final boss, more than half of the dozens of light balls rushed into his body at an extremely fast speed and merged into his soul without him knowing how to resist.

The other ten or so light balls directly broke through Avalon's golden barrier, flew into the sky and exploded like fireworks, and dozens of meteors quickly disappeared in all directions.

Among the seven demons of hell, Baal is known as the King of Destruction. He is the most violent, bloodthirsty and powerful demon who is keen on destroying everything.

Its soul is filled with twisted destructive desires, endless anger, and negative emotions that want to destroy everything.

When the fragments of Baal's soul entered his body, Wayne felt that his soul was suffering unimaginable torture.

Endless rage and desire for destruction are constantly invading his mind, along with Baal's extremely evil and dark, but enormous, hellish magic power.

For a moment, both his mind and his body were like a small boat sailing alone in a storm.

While enduring the beating of the raging waves, they also have to endure the baptism of the wind and rain.

"Become my puppet, you despicable maggot. Your body will become my clone. I will destroy everything you love with my own hands, turn this world into an eternal battlefield, and make this place a new hell."

The damn Demon God of Hell is truly worthy of being the top power in the other world. Even if it is just a clone, even if he has suffered so many attacks, it can still threaten his life.

If he had not relied on various means to catch the opponent off guard, he would never have been able to defeat the devil of hell head-on, even if it was just a clone.

Wayne is not a man with a very strong will. He loves to enjoy himself and is greedy for beauty. Although he also attaches great importance to feelings, he can never be as reckless and risk his life as a hero.

Wayne had never felt such mental and physical torture before. The torture of his soul was far more painful than that of his body.

Just when he thought he was about to give up and be completely swallowed up by Baal's twisted rage and desire to destroy everything.

The system's voice suddenly rang out after a long absence.

Ding! Alien soul energy is detected invading the host's soul. Do you want to start the antivirus program? Alien soul energy? Antivirus? Hearing the system prompt, Wayne's remaining intelligence did not allow him to think too much and he immediately made a decision.

The power of the system is his biggest trump card. He never expected that the great system could also help him protect his soul.

Yes! Start the disinfection process immediately.

After making this choice, Wayne felt a little relieved, but the physical pain and mental torture made him unable to hold on any longer and he fell into a deep coma.

But what Wayne didn't know was that what the system's power cleared was only the will of Baal in these soul fragments.

The power of hell, the power of rage, and the power of destruction carried in Baal's soul are all considered by the system to be forces that are beneficial to the host. Instead of expelling them from Wayne's body, it preserves them.

After Wayne's mind fell into a coma, these forces, under his subconscious control, controlled his body and underwent a fierce fusion.

He began to act according to his body's instincts, carrying out his actions in the fog.

(End of this chapter)