Chapter 1031 Disasters gather together

The ether roared and rose, and the ancient mighty power of the Glory One burst out from Sere's body. It had been too long since he had gone all out like this. When the full power filled his body, a long-standing familiar feeling came from Sere's heart.

rising.

Just like the past reappearing, Sere once again stood on the royal city and once again faced his father as a traitor.

"It's been such a long time."

Sere whispered, and the silent alchemy matrix roared, like a rotating gear, which further promoted the power of the immortal armor.

Originally, this piece of immortal armor was already on the verge of being shattered in the Dawn War, and was about to turn into scrap metal. Like many people and things in the war, it returned to the unknown dust.

At that time, Sere didn't have much attachment to this. He thought that the Dawn War would be the last battle he experienced. Therefore, Sere no longer needed this immortal armor. So in these long years, Sere

He just forgot about his armor.

Sere is too naive. Although he has experienced so much, he has never truly understood that the so-called war will never end. As long as there are conflicts of wills, war will return like a curse and follow him everywhere.

Fortunately, Sai Zong recovered the broken armor for Sere, and in the following time, he forged and engraved it again, turning it into a carrier that spans time.

Sere couldn't help but sigh, "It's like a cruel prophecy."

Sai Zong predicted Sere's end. He knew that sooner or later, Sere would wear this armor again. As a messenger of war, he repaired and maintained this armor for Sere until the moment it saw the light of day again.

The prophecy became reality.

The scales seemed to have vitality, layer upon layer on Serre's body, like a large school of swimming fish, and like sharp teeth biting each other. The radiant light flowed between the gaps, and they were like molten gold.

, spliced ​​together with Serre's own alchemical matrix in constant changes.

At this moment, the alchemical matrix broke through the limitations of the soul and body, merged with the external immortal armor, and was further expanded. At this point, Sere's power was completely strengthened, transcending the barriers of time, and was completely liberated.

The surging ether suddenly froze in mid-air, and like an illusion, these bright white powers were cast a layer of blood-red color, disintegrating into large areas of scarlet aura, swallowing up most of the Butcher's Pit like a heavy fog.

Whether it's friend or foe, it's all covered.

Sere took a deep breath and stepped forward. The scarlet breath condensed under his feet, solidifying into red crystals, holding up the ladder leading to the decisive battle.

"come!"

Sere roared loudly towards the bulging dark void, and the roar swept across the entire battlefield like a violent wind. Wherever it went, the scarlet breath rolled wildly, as hot as lava and as raging as a violent wind.

The alchemical matrix triggered the secret energy, and the secret energy controlled the ether, dedicating this steady stream of power to the secret source. As a price, the secret source gave Serre the power to distort reality.

In an instant, the rolling blood collapsed rapidly and condensed into huge red crystals. They were like giant swords precipitated out of thin air, rising from the ground to cut off, tear apart, or seal enemies along the way into the red crystals.

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This scene was spectacular and terrifying. Those huge crystals were like weapons from hell, breaking out of the ground in response to Sere's call.

Some night tribes struggled to escape from the crystal clusters. These glittering crystals seemed to have strange and powerful vitality, like some kind of germs that were difficult to resist.

The rich blood, with a sickening sweetness, filled the air and spread like a plague. It was thick and sticky, like a ghost in the dark night, cold and cunning.

"Ah...ah..."

Painful gasps continued to sound from Ye Clan's throat. His wounds seemed to be cursed by evil power. Large chunks of crystals drilled out of his body, piercing his wounds as if they were alive.

His skin was crushed and his bones were broken. Every time the crystal was drilled out, it was a severe torture.

As in the torture of torture, one after another screams are heard. It is obvious that not only the Night Clan is the one who has suffered such torture, but all the lives enveloped in blood will suffer this severe punishment.

Soon, Ye Clan could no longer run. His joints were filled with crystals, and his ligaments and tendons became riddled with holes. More and more crystals precipitated, and his body became heavier. At the same time,

At the same time, the blood in his body was also evaporating rapidly, as if becoming the nourishment for these red crystals.

Almost within a few seconds, Ye Clan's body was swollen into a weird deformity by these crazy-growing crystals, and his body was completely torn apart by the sharp blade growing from the inside.

Ye Clan's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. He watched his body twist and deform under the erosion of the crystal, and watched his life force being swallowed up bit by bit. He wanted to struggle and resist, but the next second, the red crystal

It pierced his eyeballs, occupied his eye sockets, and bloomed with crystal-clear bloody flowers.

At this moment, the red crystal completely occupied Ye Clan's body, engulfing his last vestige of life. The crystallized body collapsed, and after a crisp sound, it shattered into crystal fragments on the ground.

The mournful sound surrounding the Butcher's Pit gradually stopped, and the crisp sound of shattering came like a torrent, as if thousands of pieces of glass were shattered here.

Serei walked through the crystals all over the ground, and every fragment reflected his posture. In the Dawn War, Serei went a little too far. He not only destroyed the Eternal Night Empire, but also destroyed many things about Eternal Night.

The empire's records were burned to the ground.

Even though people in later generations conducted a lot of research, some things still became mysteries of history, and only those survivors of the Dawn War still vaguely remember them.

They are the only ones who still remember that in addition to the eldest son of the Night King and the lord of the Night Clan, Sere also has another bloodthirsty and terrifying identity.

executioner.

Thousands of red crystals stood proudly like a victorious king, shining with a cold and satisfied light, while the rich blood continued to permeate the air, declaring its absolute rule over the blood.

Secret Energy: The Prison of Ningxing.

This ancient secret power allows Sere to control the blood within the field and condense them into crystal clusters that grow wantonly. Compared with today's secret power, the nature of this power is undoubtedly too simple, but from now on

From the perspective of the Night Clan, anything related to blood will become a sharp knife piercing their weaknesses.

In an instant, the noise in the Butcher's Pit became much quieter. A large number of bloodthirsty people, the Night Tribe, turned into towering crystal sculptures under the suppression of Serre. Even if the flesh-and-blood plague spread, these spreading germs

The species and spores were also suppressed by the red crystals and were firmly bound in place.

The collapse of reality has made Sere's connection with the secret source even closer, and the immortal armor provides him with all-round amplification. With such power, Sere seems to overturn the entire battlefield.

Seeing this scene, the undead people raised their arms and shouted wildly. They couldn't understand the dispute between the Bureau of Order and the Disobedient Royal Court, let alone the grudge between Sere and the darkness. The undead people were simply awakened and sent to

This started a bloody fight.

These crazy guys only have the carnival of blood in their minds, which is nothing but good and evil, and has nothing to do with right or wrong. They only cheer for the strong and kill.

Sere was not affected by these cheers. He knew very well that his seemingly terrifying offensive was just to clear away some weeds, and his real opponent had not yet shown his full posture.

"Sere..."

A hoarse and deep voice came from the dark void. As the etheric world and the material world gradually overlapped, the power of the Night King's overflow became stronger and stronger.

Sere looked up at the darkness and nothingness with a solemn expression, and he understood that when the overlap of the etheric realm spreads to the Origin Tower, the Night King will briefly escape from trouble, and that will be the darkest moment of this war.

"never mind."

Serei suddenly shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face, "Don't think about what's going to happen next, let's think about what's going to happen in the next five minutes first."

While talking to himself, Sere held his breath, and then, just as he expected, the suppressive force from the depths of his blood erupted from Sere's body like a wild beast, and they bit him.

Consciousness, tearing apart his body.

Uncontrollable severe pain erupted, as if someone had grasped his heart with great force, squeezing it into filthy blood bit by bit. It was also as if Sere himself was trapped in the prison of coagulation, and the blood in his body turned red.

Crystals burst out of the body.

Sere's eyes widened and his body bent uncontrollably. He opened his mouth wide and retched in vain. His saliva mixed with blood dripped all over the floor.

Blinking in a daze, this was not the power of darkness and nothingness, but the suppressive power derived from the blood of the Night Clan.

The Night King is the source of all the blood of the Night clan, and he is a dictatorial tyrant who sits on the throne of eternal night. Even if Threy is his eldest son, he must endure the cruel oppression when he disobeys the Night King.

Fortunately, the Night King has turned into a scourge in this world. With his incomplete mind and the nobility of Sere's bloodline, this suppressive power is not enough to completely dominate Sere. This is why Sere dares to face the Night King.

One of the chips.

Extreme pain lingered in Sere's mind, but it was not enough to defeat him. Sere raised his head and shouted.

"Why not submit to death? Father."

The Night King didn't respond. All he had was hatred for Sere. Even if he was exposed to the sun for seven cycles, he still couldn't get rid of this hatred.

Without any warning, Sere stepped forward, and the power of the extreme burst out, shattering the surrounding red crystals. The Night King also launched an offensive, and the dark void was like a turbulent ocean, with turbulent waves, rushing towards Sere.

Almost instantly, Sere was enveloped in absolute darkness. He did not panic, and his mind remained absolutely rational.

Sere had imagined another confrontation with the Night King, and had also deduced the strengths and weaknesses of each other. If the Night King had not degenerated into the evil of this world, then all he could use was the ancient alchemical matrix that was far more backward than Sere

, but at the same time, the Night King will also maintain absolute sobriety and reason.

It is always difficult to fight against rational enemies. Fortunately, the Night King is not sober at the moment. He has completely degenerated into the evil of this world and turned into a crazy and evil monster. But at the same time, the Night King himself alchemizes

The gap in the matrix is ​​also made up by the power of the devil.

Although Bologger risked his life and told many descriptions about the Night King's power, the feelings brought by words are ultimately shallow, and what awaits Thray is still darkness and unknown.

Chill spread throughout Sere's body, completely wrapping him up.

What appeared in front of him at this time was boundless darkness, like a huge void, which completely submerged Sere's cognition, making it impossible for him to discern the direction and see everything in front of him clearly.

Sere felt like he was alone in this dark surge, his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably, and every beat was like a crazy drumbeat, echoing in his ears.

His breathing was rapid, every time he inhaled he felt like he was struggling in a dark ocean, and every time he breathed out he felt like he was declaring war on the endless darkness.

"come!"

Sere waved his ether and roared towards the darkness.

He couldn't hear his own roar, but he was sure that he really shouted it.

The ether turned into a storm, rushing in all directions. In the absolute darkness, Sere couldn't find a target to hit, so he completely burned the darkness.

But no matter how hard Serre tried, the amount of individual ether was still too little. Facing this darkness with the power of the devil, Serre acted like a fool, trying to fill the sea.
To be continued...