Chapter 672: Usurp luck

The surging starlight power continued to flood into Xerath's soul body, and his energy body that should have been shattered was recast under the fusion of starlight and ascending power.
What is this breath? The neck of the goddess Icacia was pinched by Xerath, but what made the goddess Icacia more uneasy than this was the evil aura contained in the power of ascension.
No matter how good the breath is wrapped in the golden light of sacred peace, the evil essence in it will be seen through by her at a glance.
She has fought this kind of magic so many times, she can't admit it wrong!
And what puzzled her even more was that Xerath seemed to usurp even this kind of power that should be spurned by mortals. Doesn't this Xerath know how weird the nature of this magic power is?
Seeing the goddess Icacia was caught by him and dared to wander, Xerath smiled viciously, "My dear goddess, you seem to be wandering!"
As he spoke, his energy hand gripping the goddess' neck gradually increased, and he was frustrated and frantically mocking the painful goddess.
The Azir gods outside the starlight beam quickly broke through the thunder net laid by Xerath, and they were about to capture Xerath.
But they hadn't taken any action yet, and a coercion that even had a sense of suffocation slowly radiated from the soul that Xerath was still recasting, and it made them unable to move.
And Ye Feng and his party hiding in the distance were directly pressed by the magic power of Xerath to kneel on the floor and get out of a pit.
"Why do you suddenly have such terrifying magic power?" While Azir tried his best to resist Xerath's suppression, it was also difficult to understand why Xerath, who had been with him just now, broke out that even God could suppress it. The magic.
Xerath didn't expect that he just forcibly confiscated the power of the goddess Icacia and suppressed Azir and other gods to death, but after a brief shock, he was again because it was beyond his imagination. The powerful force and excitement.
Looking at Azir's incredible eyes below, Xerath jokingly said: "Because I usurped the power of the magic circle belonging to the goddess Icathia just like the power of ascension that we usurped you before."
After that, Xerath, whose soul body was still being recast, didn't bother to pay attention to the expressions of Azir and others after hearing his remarks. He turned to look at the goddess Icacia who was like a weak chicken in his palm, and touched the goddess' pretty cheeks with his other hand.
"It deserves to be the No. 1 goddess of the human race who is worshipped by all races. The power left by this circle is really beyond my imagination."
After all, she is not the goddess of Icacia, facing the naked humiliation of Xerath, she can only stare and say: "Let go of your dirty hands!"
"Rest assured, I will make good use of the power you have left to restore the human race. I believe that in the near future, I will also accept the worship of the Valoran thousands of people, hahahaha!"
While enjoying the rapid increase in strength brought about by the fusion of the power of starlight and the power of ascension, while continuing to stimulate the nerves of the goddess Icacia with words, Xerath likes to see the goddess Icacia, who was once high above him, be angry at him. Look.
It seemed that he had noticed the sick side of people like Xerath, the anger on the face of the goddess Icacia gradually faded, and returned to a cold look.
"You are not worthy to accept the worship of all races!" A word faintly negated Xerath's illusion, and the goddess Icacia looked at Xerath in contempt.
The most annoying thing about Xerath, who was once a slave, is that others look down on him, and it is precisely because of this that he has come to where he is today. Now he heard the denial of the self-proclaimed goddess Icathia against him, and he was completely offended.
"Do you think you are the goddess of Icacia? You are just a remnant illusion now, and you are still a poor worm who is in control of life and death by me. I will let you know now whether I am worthy or not!"
As he spoke, the terrifying coercion that Xerath leaked out was even more vast than before, and layers of thunderclouds covered the starry sky above the imperial city.
As if it could crush the starry sky, the dense thunderclouds gleamed with billowing thunder, and the deafening thunder was endless.
Xerath's aura seemed to have no top and kept climbing, while the goddess Icacia was on the contrary, her aura became weaker and weaker, and her figure gradually blurred, almost transparent.
I thought that the goddess Icacia would give in like this, but to Xerath's surprise, the expression of the goddess Icacia remained unchanged.
"Since you want this power so much, how about giving it to you?" As if to say something is irrelevant, the goddess Icacia's face was as plain as before.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone on the altar, the goddess Icathia liberated all the magic power on her own, allowing it to flow quickly to Xerath. And her figure dissipated in the starlight at a visible speed.
Xerath was stunned for a long time before he recovered, and when he recovered, there was a feeling of humiliation in his heart.
"Self-righteous stupidity!"
For Xerath, the goddess Icacia refused to succumb to his alternative dissipating behavior, which seemed to Xerath only to maintain the so-called dignity of the goddess, and it was meaningless.
Even though he thought so in his heart, he was still irritated by the goddess Icacia. In order to vent the unpleasant emotions made by the goddess Icacia, Xerath fixed his eyes on the Azir gods below.
Perceiving Xerath's gaze, the pressure of the suppressed Azir gods instantly doubled. They had a hunch that Xerath might use them to practice his hands and try the new power usurped from the goddess Icacia.
As they had expected, Xerath's vicious voice of evil spirits rang after a while.
"Let me see how powerful the magic circle left by the goddess Icacia is!"
Although Ye Feng and his party hiding in the dark were not the main target of Xerath's magic sound, they were still shocked by the terrifying magic sound and almost fainted.
Among the crowd, Sarah, who had taken back the power of the souls of Naga Capolos and Calista, was in better condition, but her face was also a little pale.
Recalling some of the spiritual spells in the soul knight heritage to resist the magic sound, Sarah mobilized the power of the soul in the body to build a spiritual barrier for everyone to isolate the interference of the magic sound.
At the same time, Ionia far above the sea, Soraka, accompanied by Ao Xing, meditated in the Academy of Mind.
As if sensing something irritating, Soraka closed her eyes and slowly opened her misty purple eyes.
Ao Xing, who was guarding the law, saw her frowning and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter, Soraka?"
Under Ao Xing's concerned gaze, Soraka shook her head to signal that she was all right. After pondering alone for a while, she said, "Is there really that kind of person in this world who is born to usurp his luck?"
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