Chapter 2235

"Lord Rhode, the potion to recover your body is in your hand. As long as you drink it, you can recover completely. However, how to drink the potion with a skeleton in the form of a dead person is a big problem."

When he came to the battlefield, he took advantage of the newly reborn chain demon to attract the eyes of those elathians. After handing the magic medicine in his hand to rod, the magician Alma quickly said.

Several bloody angels came to the battlefield with alama. In order to prevent the enemy's attention, those angels restrained their breath and looked insignificant.

Alama looked at rod's bloodless skeleton and felt a bit embarrassed for a time. Rod in this form obviously had lost the ability to drink magic medicine. Even if he forced the magic medicine down, the flowing liquid would only pass through his empty ribs and abdominal cavity. He could not taste the taste of anything, let alone drink magic medicine.

"Don't worry, I found the corresponding method a long time ago."

After opening the potion, rod said confidently that as early as the first time he mistakenly entered the form of the dead, in order to drink and control the spiritual potion, he obtained a unique fragrance secret method from Diya's Lich. With the blessing of the fragrance secret, even the Lich without flesh and blood can drink all kinds of magic drugs. This is the time to show it.

Put the potion brought by alama in front of him, and rod took a deep breath. The potion in the bottle was immediately reduced by more than half. A misty cloud also dipped into rod's body along rod's action. It belongs to the effect of potion, which is working quickly at the moment.

Aside, alama quietly watched the scene, and his eyes showed some surprise. He had expected that rod had all kinds of means far beyond ordinary people, but alama saw this unique secret method for the first time. His research on heterogeneous creatures did not include those lichs.

"The power of my blood... Come back now."

With the decrease of potions, a strange change began to occur on rod's body. Feeling this, rod murmured.

With rod's words, the body of the dead, who had no consciousness, came again with a sense of touch. Bursts of crisp feeling were spreading on rod's body with new flesh and blood.

The empty skeleton body was being filled with intertwined flesh and blood. The long lost blood force returned to the body again. For a time, the lightning on the Titan's arrow shone, and Rhode's surroundings heated rapidly. Those were all signs of the recovery of blood force.

After losing the power of blood, rod's strength decreased a lot. He felt the blood filling rapidly in his body, and a bit of joy appeared in rod's face. As long as the effect of magic medicine was fully effective, he could revive his power again.

On the other hand, the angels and saints also saw rod's actions. Although they didn't know what effect the potion rod had just used, their intuition told them that it was not a good thing.

"Stop him!"

The holy angel yelled, and the saints on one side moved faster than her. At the moment when he noticed the abnormality in rod, Saint Borg took the sacred hammer in his hand and rushed in the direction of rod.

Alama leaned lightly and looked at the threatening saint. A red figure flashed behind him and came with him. The dirty Angel transformed by magic took the initiative to meet the enemy.

The dirty angel with a sword in his hand, the real terrible power, is not his melee ability. As the distance approached, the dirty Angel opened his mouth and spit out a large piece of dirty blood. The huge blood curtain opened almost completely covered the saints in front.

As long as it is contaminated with filthy blood, no matter what kind of creature, its body will undergo terrible changes. That is the terrible power of the ultimate multi headed snake, and even angels can't escape.

"Divine protection!"

At the moment when the filthy blood was about to touch the saint's body, the bright light burst out from his body, and the golden barrier wrapped his body. The filthy blood fell on the barrier, which could not have the due effect at all, but could only slide down from the surface of the barrier.

In the rear, the saint Angel put down her weapon. Just now, she found something wrong and showed her protective moves in time, which prevented the saints from being eroded by dirty blood.

Aware of the power of dirty blood, the face of the holy cutting Angel changed slightly. If she hadn't felt it herself, she wouldn't believe that such blood existed.

When the hammer swept across, the bloody angel in front of the saint flew upside down. The sharp blade he held was bent out of shape. Not only that, but also his chest was deeply sunken.

The bloody angel, who had suffered multiple injuries and could recover quickly in a short time, now lost that power. The weapon held by the saint left him unimaginable fatal wounds. The bloody angel's eyes were dim, fell to the ground and twitched, and then completely lost its power.

"No..." alama uttered a painful cry. Just when she was grieving for the damage of the alien creature, the saint who was coming had rushed to him, and the light of the Warhammer in his hand was shining. The next moment, the magician would be taught.

"Be careful!" just then, the holy angel seemed to find something and gave an urgent reminder.

What interrupted the action of the saints was a strong lightning across the battlefield. In front of the dazzling lightning, even the sacred light on the saints dimmed. The whole battlefield seemed to lose color. The only thing that could be seen was the terrible lightning.

"What..."

As soon as the saint's action slowed down, he just gave a cry of surprise in his mouth, and his whole body was completely swallowed by the strong lightning. Even the protective skills of the saint's cutting Angel failed to hold on for a moment in front of the lightning, and was broken by the current in an instant.

The saint uttered a painful cry, but it lasted only for a short moment, and then there was no sound. The only thing that could be heard in the field was the Zizi sound of electric current.

When the glare of the lightning stopped, it was quite stable, but every time, it was like a heavy hammer hitting the footsteps in the hearts of the nearby mage. The figure of a man in black appeared in the center of the battlefield, and at his feet, the saint had turned into a charred corpse, and he could not see what he had looked like.

The man in black robe leaned down and slowly stretched out his hand. Out of the black robe was a pale but full of flesh and blood palm. He picked up the weapon once used by the saint, and his eyes also showed some deep eyes.