Before embarking on the journey, Bologo had sketched in his mind the tragic scenes of the battlefields of the Kogadel Empire. However, no matter how much he fantasized, Bologo could not have imagined that the kingdom of jelly would evolve into this shocking scene in front of him.

A chilling sight.

The entire land has been given a forbidden life, twisted and weird, and every inch of soil seems to be soaked in blood, exuding a disgusting stench.

Under the surface, underground rivers surge. It is not clear water, but thick blood. They travel silently underground, nourishing countless evil creatures on this land, causing them to continuously flow from the Scarlet Land.

Born out of.

Even though Boluogo had used the eyes of a canary to peer into this blood-stained land from a distance, he could only understand this place when he actually stood here and personally felt the rich smell of blood in the air.

of cruelty and madness.

hell.

This word echoed in Boluogo's mind. It was not just a description or metaphor, but the most direct and true description of the scene in front of him.

Looking around, there are crazy war scenes everywhere, with flames and gunpowder smoke intertwined. There is no trace of pure land on this land, and every inch of the land has been trampled to pieces by the iron hooves of war.

Xilin's figure stands in mid-air, like an immortal god, exuding a majestic and majestic aura.

With five fingers waving lightly, Xilin is like a conductor of an orchestra, leading a shocking symphony. The secret swords controlled by him shuttle flexibly through the earth like snakes, cutting, tearing, and tearing flesh and blood.

The melted earth has opened deep scars.

Hundreds of flesh-and-blood creations disintegrated and were destroyed in front of this force. They appeared fragile and were easily cut off by the secret sword, turning into a mess of ruins with blood mist surging.

But within a moment, these dead flesh and blood merged into the earth bit by bit, disappearing as if they had been swallowed by the land.

The intense heartbeat sounded from the ground.

When the scarlet arms dug through the soil and crawled out of the graves again, these monsters killed by Xilin were bred once again, endlessly.

Xilin has long been accustomed to the tenacious vitality of these monsters. Without any pause, the massive ether rolled and roared in his alchemy matrix, once again bursting out with the mighty power of the gods.

The earth trembled painfully.

Secret Energy·Kingdom Territory.

The soil layer on the surface was like an iron sheet lifted up by a huge force. One corner was forcefully lifted open, and then the entire land was torn apart and lifted up, like an island floating in the sky.

A piece of earth weighing hundreds of tons rose high, with countless flesh and blood creations wrapped in it. Xilin calmly threw it out again, throwing these ruins into the vast sea of ​​​​fire under the mountain.

Fireworks disturbed, blood exploded, and under the continuous bloody battles, the entire mountain peak became pitted and broken, like a rickety ship that was about to completely disintegrate in the storm.

When the explosive heat waves passed over Boluogo's cheeks and burned his skin, he seemed to have come to his senses and took a few steps forward.

The ground suddenly became soft and crawling, as if something was struggling underground and trying to get out.

Boluogo noticed it, but ignored it. Then, a ferocious head suddenly emerged from the ground, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit directly at Boluogo's ankle.

Just when the monster's blood mouth was about to touch Boluogo's ankle, an invisible force burst out instantly, like an indestructible wall of annihilation.

The manic ether invaded the monster's body mercilessly, ruthlessly destroying every cell in its body and cutting off every nerve.

In an instant, the monster's ferocious head began to squirm violently, as if it was suffering unbearable pain. The flesh and blood on the surface quickly withered and fell off, revealing the rotten tissue inside. The necrotic cells continued to gather, forming a gray dust that floated around.

in the air.

As the ether continued to erode, the monster's head was broken layer by layer, finally revealing its white skull.

The skull aged rapidly, as if it had experienced thousands of years of weathering, and was covered with cracks and holes. Then, the skull could not withstand this powerful force, and began to collapse and shatter, turning into fine dust together with the flesh and blood.

Within a few seconds, the monster completely disappeared in the blazing wind, leaving not even a trace behind. Boluogo still looked ahead and moved forward firmly, as if he had just crushed a dry leaf.

.

"Palmer, help them hold on to their Reality Anchor."

Boluogo spoke, his voice devoid of any emotion, as cold as a piece of metal condensed with dew.

Palmer behind him nodded stiffly, his face turned red by the burning flames and blood. He looked back at the way the two came from. The anchor of reality was nailed in place, and the gap between the two worlds seemed to be solidified.

Standing in place like lightning.

Xilin has been besieged for some time, and it is hard to imagine what kind of cruel fighting he has experienced during these days.

Palmer briefly searched around. Except for Boluogo and Xilin, he couldn't see anyone else on this broken mountain peak. He didn't know whether the King's Shield Guards had evacuated or were still there.

Die in this bloody hell.

"Huh... calm down, Palmer," Palmer said to himself, "just protect the real anchor."

Wisps of breeze wrapped around Palmer's side. Gradually, the airflow became stronger and erupted into a sharp whistling sound, as if countless birds were circling around Palmer and singing in unison.

The fragile ground began to squirm again, but this time the flesh-and-blood creature had just emerged from the ground when a high-pitched and harsh sound came to its side.

As smooth as a hot knife cutting through a block of butter, the head of the flesh-and-blood creation rose directly into the air, and the protruding limbs were smashed into pieces. The broken flesh fragments were scattered on the ground, and then seeped back into the ground like rain.

Palmer's face was livid, he clenched the dagger and rapier in his hands, and his field expanded little by little, bringing all the surrounding territory into his attack range.

There is no need for Palmer to use his sword, those roaring wind blades are enough to kill the monsters from hell.

Devoting himself wholeheartedly, Palmer suppressed his breathing, and his whole body was as tight as a fully drawn bow string. Under his vigilance, one monster after another sprung out like bamboo shoots, and then they were all reduced to blood.

fog.

With high vigilance, Palmer suddenly noticed a faint sound of breathing coming from not far away. He suddenly looked in the direction of the breathing sound, and a crisp iron whistle sounded.

In the flickering firelight, a scarred Silver Knight appeared in front of Palmer's eyes. It stopped in place, and there was a deep dent in the breastplate, which was just cut by the Wind Blade.

Blow scars.

After being promoted to a defender, Palmer's various abilities have been greatly improved, and his aggressiveness has become more terrifying. The wind blade not only stopped the Silver Knight's pace, but also penetrated its breastplate.

Deep in that narrow indentation, you can see the darkness behind it.

"Silver Knight?"

Palmer was a little surprised and did not continue to attack the Silver Knight.

Once upon a time, the Silver Knight was Palmer's opponent, but now it has become his ally, assisting Xilin in his quest for revenge on the throne, and... to save the world.

However, what Palmer found a little strange was that what was exposed under the crack in the breastplate was not a complex mechanical internal structure, but a dark cavity.

The Silver Knight stumbled towards Palmer. It looked extremely tired. After stumbling, it knelt down clumsily beside Palmer.

Palmer heard the breathing hidden under the armor.

The Silver Knight said, "I remember your name is Pa...Palmer, right?"

Palmer took a step back, became extra alert, and whispered, "Long time no see, seat three."

"Ha ha."

A desolate laughter sounded from under the breastplate. The silver knight raised his chest with difficulty, and a large amount of exhaust gas overflowed from it, carrying a fishy smell.

This move seemed to make the Silver Knight feel a lot better. It stood up straight unsteadily and raised the blade full of gaps and cracks. No one knew what kind of battle this sword had gone through before it became strong.

Chop it like this.

"What the hell are you?"

Palmer wondered curiously. In the past, his rank was not high and his perception of ether was very slow. But now that he has become a defender, many vague things have become clear, such as the third seat itself.

Through the awareness of the weak air flow, Palmer was able to determine that there was actually a vague breathing sound coming from the Silver Knight's breastplate, as if there was some kind of different kind of creature living under the armor, and that was the third seat.

Nature.

"You won't like it."

The third officer declined Palmer politely, but Palmer still observed as he spoke. Under the crack in the breastplate, a bloodshot eyeball flashed and glanced at him.

Palmer didn't say anything more, but asked, "Are you the only one left among the King's shield guards?"

"I guess so."

The third person answered vaguely, his voice a little confused, "Many people died, and many others evacuated... This is the battlefield of gods and demons. They can't change anything by staying here, they just increase the casualties."

"

Palmer murmured, "Is that so?"

The third person didn't say much, but Palmer could already feel the cruelty of the war from these few words.

Under the leadership of Xi Lin, the Shield Guards of the King once launched rebellions in several provinces and attacked in front of the Pillar of Royal Power. If the country of jelly had not blocked their progress, Xi Lin might have already reached the throne.

It's hard to imagine what they have been through during this time.

"Our job is to keep it, right?"

The third seat glanced at the Reality Anchor, and the flashing bright light illuminated his field of vision in a blazing white.

"Oh? Then this job is quite simple."

As the third seat spoke, he waved the sword in his hand and struck the ground on one side accurately. The ether shook, and there were waves of whimpering sounds from under the surface. The monsters were shaken by the third seat before they could crawl out of the ground.

Died in the soil.

He aroused his etheric reaction to his heart's content, and his strength increased steadily, like a rising flame, and finally stopped at the defender's level.

A faint sigh sounded from the cracks in the breastplate, and the third seat complained, "I have tried to be promoted to the Glorious One."

"Then what?"
To be continued...