Douluo: The Martial Soul Asura Armor, a Good Spirit Turning Evil

Duanmu Yan knelt on one knee, supporting his body with the tip of his sword, his gaze sweeping between Ye Guyi and the Earth Armor Golden Dragon.

The former had steady breathing, while the latter was barely breathing.

He hesitated for a moment.

The source of that mental fluctuation was not far away. The fact that the opponent could knock Ye Guyi unconscious from such a distance shows that their strength is unfathomable.

Staying here may not be safe, but approaching with an unconscious person is gambling with one's life.

However, if it were an ordinary person, they might actually have run away.

But he is Duanmu Yan, the summoner of the Shura Armor.

Duanmu Yan sheathed his sword, stood up, walked to Ye Guyi's side, bent down, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.

With his other hand, he grabbed the tail of the Earth Armor Golden Dragon, dragging the half-dead soul beast along.

He closed his eyes, his inner energy surging.

The ruby ​​on the chest of the Shura Armor suddenly lit up, and dark red threads spilled out from the gaps in the armor, wrapping around the three people and the beast like spider silk, before suddenly contracting.

Shifting scenery!

The next moment, the scene before my eyes was completely different.

The dense forest disappeared, replaced by a wide clearing in the woods.

In the center of the open space, a black-haired boy sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, a golden pattern flickering within them.

Before him, a giant silkworm-shaped soul beast was slowly melting, and golden specks of light drifted towards the boy's brow like fireflies.

At that time, the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm was offering a sacrifice.

Halfway through the sacrifice, they suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Three figures appeared out of thin air at the edge of the open space.

Its massive body stiffened slightly, and its two small eyes widened in surprise.

A purple-armored creature, carrying a blonde girl and dragging a golden dragon, stood ten steps away, its scarlet eyes scanning the surroundings.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm was so frightened that it almost choked on the sacrificial ceremony.

Wait, buddy, where did you come from?

It wanted to stop it, but the sacrifice had entered its most critical moment, and any interruption would mean all its previous efforts were in vain.

Its spirit could only stare intently at Duanmu Yan, its immense spiritual power condensing into an invisible barrier to protect Huo Yuhao, while frantically praying in its heart that this guy wouldn't do anything reckless.

Duanmu Yan did not move.

His gaze fell on the sacrificial light chains, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The scene before my eyes gradually overlapped with the words in my memory.

Did I... stumble upon Tianmeng Ice Silkworm sacrificing itself to Huo Yuhao?

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.

The once clear sky seemed to have been splashed with ink, and thunderclaps suddenly rang out without warning.

In that instant, the sun's rays were completely blocked by darkness.

An immense, suffocating pressure descended from the sky.

A gray current of air descended from the sky as if it had encountered a tremendous suction force, enveloping everyone in it.

A very blurry figure appeared in the air currents, its aged voice carrying an indescribable air of authority:

"Holding the sun and moon in my hands and plucking stars from the sky, there is no one like me in this world. I never thought that a trace of my soul would still remain."

Then, as if noticing Duanmu Yan, he exclaimed in surprise.

"I never expected to encounter someone with such righteous spirit in this world..."

"Fine..."

Duanmu Yan's pupils constricted slightly.

The gray current of energy was probing downwards along the beam of light, but its target was not Huo Yuhao.

It's him.

While Duanmu Yan was still in a daze, the gray aura that entered his mind immediately transformed into a gray bead the size of a soybean, and then fell silent.

It neither conflicts with Duanmu Yan's own power, nor is it affected by his power.

In the instant the gray bead fell silent, Duanmu Yan's consciousness seemed to be gently lifted by something.

He opened his eyes.

The sacrifice continues.

The body of the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm had melted most of its body, and golden light spots surged into Huo Yuhao's brow like a tide.

The black-haired boy's brows were furrowed, clearly indicating that he was undergoing a tremendous mental shock.

Duanmu Yan did not move.

He carried the Leaf Bone Robe and dragged the Earth Armor Golden Dragon, took a few steps back, and leaned against an ancient tree.

In his mind, the gray bead floated quietly, neither like soul power nor mental power, but more like a stone sunk into a deep pool, without causing a ripple.

But Duanmu Yan knew what it was.

Electrolux.

Undead demigod, necromancer holy god.

He lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The wind rustled through the woods, creating a soft, whispering sound.

The strange phenomenon in the sky had dissipated, and the sunlight shone down again, illuminating the still-damp dark red bloodstains between the seams of his armor.

Duanmu Yan leaned against the tree trunk, his gaze passing through the gaps in the branches and leaves, looking at the gray sky.

Become a god.

These two words had never crossed his mind before.

He lived for only one reason—

Kill evil spirit masters, kill even more evil spirit masters.

Revenge was the fuel that kept him alive, and also his end.

But it's different now.

Electrolux chose himself.

This gray bead is a road, a road leading to higher places.

In this world where backdoors are possible, becoming a god is nothing short of a fantasy for an ordinary person like him, but now, he wants to give it a shot.

It's not about making anyone remember me, it's just about standing high enough to uproot those rotten oranges.

He looked down at his hands, then at Huo Yuhao who was sacrificing himself.

Various scenes from the original work flashed through my mind.

Tang San, Huo Yuhao, Tang Wulin, Lan Xuanyu.

Each generation of protagonists is more dazzling than the last.

But what about the Holy Spirit Cult?

From Huo Yuhao's era to Lan Xuanyu's era ten thousand years later, this evil soul master organization was like a stubborn skin disease plastered on the Douluo Continent, and it was not eradicated for more than 30,000 years.

Thirty thousand years.

Enough for dynasties to rise and fall dozens of times, enough for the sea to turn into mulberry fields.

But they couldn't wipe out a group of madmen who cultivated through killing.

Duanmu Yan's lips twitched slightly, but it wasn't exactly a smile.

"Everyone's too busy becoming a god, too busy falling in love, too busy saving the world," he muttered to himself. "They just don't have time to do dirty work."

He looked up at the gray sky.

"Then I'll do it."

The gray bead trembled slightly in my mind, as if in response.

He looked down and clapped his hands.

Fragments of the Earth Armor Golden Dragon's armor remained on his fist, and his knuckles were red.

To awaken Electrolux, we must first stabilize this remnant soul.

The Blade of the Living Beings from the original work—that carving knife forged from the gold of the living being—is undoubtedly the most suitable medium.

"We need to find it."

Duanmu Yan sheathed his sword, removed the Asura Summoning Device, and the armor fragments disintegrated one by one, revealing the young face beneath.

It was at this moment that Huo Yuhao's fusion with the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm also ended.

Although Huo Yuhao's consciousness was sealed, he still knew what was happening outside thanks to Tianmeng Ice Silkworm's description.

The moment Huo Yuhao opened his eyes, he saw the powerful figure Tianmeng had mentioned, and he instinctively felt a little guilty and nervous.

"Don't worry, the soul beast sacrifice is your opportunity. I won't cause trouble for no reason."

Seeing Huo Yuhao's nervous and guilty expression, Duanmu Yan spoke calmly.