The once majestic and majestic Chifeng has long been distorted into a broken appearance by the continuous wars. The earth has cracked into horrific scars, filled with countless corpses, and the mountain can no longer support the heavy weight.

, it collapsed towards the ground inch by inch, falling into the endless darkness, and there was a faint sound of rolling liquid.

A moment later, hysterical wails came from the darkness, and densely packed figures rushed out of the cracks like a colony of ants, like rising scarlet spring water, filled with taboo and terror.

On the broken earth, in front of the solidified lightning, the third seat steadily waved the two swords in his hands, like a stern sculpture, calmly and accurately severing throats and mincing skulls.

Originally, Boluogo had cut off the blood river here and prevented the earth from turning into flesh. However, as Beelzebub fully launched the Kingdom of Coal, the interrupted blood river became sticky due to the burst of the core heart in the Pillar of Kingship.

The torrent of blood dredged the blocked river channel, causing this place to be once again shrouded in the kingdom of coagulation.

At this point, those flesh and blood creatures that were supposed to be dead stood up again, roaring and roaring, and rushed towards the third seat, the only living creature within several kilometers.

After many days of continuous high-intensity fighting, the body and spirit of the third seat have reached the limit. The proud Silver Knights were also destroyed by the flesh and blood creations in the fighting again and again. Even the third seat

His own armor was now covered with cracks and gaps, and the deformed flesh and blood hidden inside helplessly leaked out thick, foul-smelling body fluids.

"Ha ha……"

Hoarse and heavy breathing came from under the damaged breastplate. Through the cracked gap, a bloodshot eye looked at the scarlet outside world.

Another creature of flesh and blood rushed forward. It was like a furless beast, covered in blood, and it waved its sharp claws like a slashing sword.

Under the continuous impact of the tide of flesh and blood, this group of flesh and blood creations have discovered the fatigue of the third seat. They are like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey, constantly consuming the strength of the third seat, until at a certain moment of trance, they bite him to pieces.

throat.

The third seat took a step back. Although his movements were a bit clumsy and slow, he managed to avoid the attack of the flesh and blood creation, neither too early nor too late.

He swung the long sword full of cracks in his hand and penetrated the throat of the flesh and blood creation. Aether surged along the sword body, completely shattering the body of the flesh and blood creation into a piece of sticky blood foam.

One flesh and blood creation fell down, and more flesh and blood creations swarmed in. In order to avoid being surrounded, the third seat could only fight and retreat. One after another, the flesh and blood creations fell in front of his eyes, and the cracks on his sword blade became more and more numerous.

The more there are, the thinner one's own ether stock becomes with each slash.

It is rare for a defender to be forced into such a desperate situation. The continuous tide of flesh and blood continues to consume the ether of the third seat. If it continues to be consumed in this state, the third seat will not be able to hold on for long before it is completely overwhelmed by these flesh and blood creations.

fall.

"Damn..."

A vague curse sounded from under the breastplate, and a strong stinging feeling came from the third seat's body. He knew exactly where the pain came from.

This is the precursor to the exhaustion of ether.

As the ether in the body is exhausted, every time the alchemical matrix is ​​forcibly driven, it will try to absorb ether from the outside world, and this tough ether conversion process will put a huge load on the body and the alchemical matrix.

Scarlet blood drops rushed towards his face, and the sticky and taboo blood penetrated the defenses of the ether and armor. They dripped along the cracks in the metal and dripped under the breastplate, coming into contact with the deformed body of the third seat.

Before the change, the etheric defense built by the third seat was enough to block the blood, but as his own state reached the limit, it was difficult for the third seat to muster the energy to carry out such a thorough defense.

The blood flowed through the third seat's body, and ferocious tumors grew wildly from the surface of the flesh, compressing the third seat's body and internal organs. The expanded flesh and blood squeezed the breastplate into a bulge, and cracks spread everywhere.

Granulation sprouts emerged from the cracks like weeds.

A vague scream sounded, and with the ether depleted, even the ether transformation became extremely difficult for the third seat. While enduring the corrosion of the flesh and blood plague, another batch of flesh and blood creations attacked head-on, and the third seat swung the broken sword.

He slashed at their heads with his sword.

After the sharp sound of the sword, several broken bodies fell beside the third seat. Only half of the sword blade in his hand was left. With a shaky strike, the broken blade was embedded in the twisted flesh.

in the body.

"Ha ha……"

The breathing sound of the third seat became heavier and heavier. The growing sarcoma was squeezing his already weak lungs, and every breath required all his strength.

Discarding the broken sword in his hand, the third person picked up the Immovable Sword, raised his hand and opened the broken breastplate on his chest, opening the cracks little by little, until a large piece of armor was completely lifted, stained with

The thick liquid was thrown aside.

A chill swept over the third seat's mind, and half of the breastplate of the armor was opened, thus exposing most of the third seat's deformed body, and his head squeezed by flesh and blood reluctantly

He reached out, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the vast expanse of scarlet in front of him.

Another deep breath sounded.

Without the restraints of the breastplate, the third seat felt a lot more comfortable. At least breathing was not so difficult. He moved his eyes to the side with difficulty. He saw his already deformed body. Under the influence of the flesh and blood plague, it became more and more beautiful.

A piece of flesh sprouts grew out, and they squirmed slowly, sucking the blood from the third seat.

The Immovable Sword slashed down, and after a burst of unbearable pain, most of the fleshy sprouts were removed. But soon, they grew again, piercing deeply into the flesh and blood of the third seat, like a crazy swaying mass.

sea ​​anemone.

The third seat was in a daze. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to leave here.

For a defender, escaping from the siege of the flesh and blood tide is not a difficult task. As long as he leaves this place and relaxes his depleted ether a little, he can become etherized again and resist the corrosion of the flesh and blood plague...

Yes, as long as the third seat leaves here, this horrific injury will not kill him.

But... but...

The third seat drove the armor that wrapped himself, slowly grabbed his body, and looked at the solidified lightning not far away. The real anchor was still embedded in the gap between the two worlds, forcibly connecting it with the one that should not have overlapped.

worlds.

Once he leaves this place, the Third Seat understands that the tide of flesh and blood will definitely destroy the anchor of the real world and interrupt the connection between the two worlds... The Third Seat does not know what kind of reinforcements there will be in the future, or how powerful it should be.

How can reinforcements be used to solve the current world-ending crisis?

But the third seat knows that this is the task Xilin has given him, so he must stick to it until the last moment, no matter what.

With a crisp metallic sound, the third seat removed another piece of armor from his chest, completely exposing his deformed body to the air.

This feeling is uncomfortable for the third seat. This has nothing to do with whether it is safe, but because the third seat is not used to being so directly exposed to the world.

Born with a deformity, he has been hiding since he was a child, hiding under a cloak, behind a curtain, and under an armor.

Now, the third seat no longer hides his twisted body, and just shows it. He raises the immovable sword, and with the sword as bright as a mirror, the third seat looks at his ugly body, and then looks at it again.

To the creatures of flesh and blood that are constantly approaching.

"It seems that I am no different from you, equally ugly and terrible."

The third person tightened his grip on the Immovable Sword, took a posture to face the enemy, and stood in front of the solidified lightning. He murmured, "No, we are different. I have a soul and a belief."

The tide of flesh and blood swarmed in, and in an instant, the third seat was submerged in the bloody tide and disappeared.

Suddenly, a flash of silvery white bloomed among the scarlet, and then the manic ether, accompanied by the force of the sword, abruptly opened a vacuum in the bloody torrent, cutting off the progress of the flesh and blood creations.

The figure of the third seat emerged from the flying blood foam. The originally silver-white armor had been stained with an indelible layer of scarlet. Dense blood-colored fluff hung on the armor, biting together with the metal. Even the third seat

The exposed deformed body was also corroded by the plague of flesh and blood.

But the third seat seemed to be indifferent to pain, not caring about the corroded body, but further calling the ether, forcibly plundering the surrounding power.

Ether surged into his alchemy matrix roughly, and tiny cracks emerged in the alchemy matrix. Then, the third seat burned with the remaining ether, wielding a terrifying sword force, tearing the torrent into pieces.

, to keep them out of the defense line.

The vague and hoarse voice roared wildly, and it was difficult to tell what exactly he was saying. It might be some curse words, some encouraging words, or it might simply be an expression of emotion and a mockery of the incompetence of the God of Death.

Slash, slash, slash again and again!

The sticky flesh and blood got into the gaps in the armor, like proliferating rust, forcibly blocking the joints of the arms. Then, like spider webs, they completely covered the third armor, binding the legs, and they could not move.

No.

The brilliance of the ether was released from the bloodshot pupils. The third seat decisively detonated his only remaining ether. With absolute extraordinary power, he forcibly shook open the surrounding flesh and blood, like a fatal shock wave passing by.

All the flesh and blood fell apart and turned into broken blood foam.

With this self-sacrifice blow, the third seat successfully shook away the flesh and blood around it, creating a pure land abruptly.

Flesh and blood rolling, making a comeback.

No matter how tenacious and powerful the third seat's will is, all things will still reach the final limit. Under the continuous corrosion and ether erosion, the armor wrapping the third seat let out a mournful cry, and the solid metal fell apart one by one.

It shattered and turned into fragments and powder all over the ground.

The third seat just fell to the ground. He stretched out his slender hands with difficulty and struggled to crawl on the ground. As for his feet, they had long been degenerated into two lumps of flesh due to congenital deformities.

Not to mention that under the corrosion of the flesh plague, the entire lower body of the third seat was wrapped in twisted flesh.

He did not think about solving the flesh-and-blood plague in himself, but spent all his ether on killing the enemy. Now his armor was shattered, and his deformed body was struggling to move on the ground like a large worm.

The slender hands grasped the Immovable Sword with difficulty.

The surrounding flesh and blood creations came closer again, and they made sharp whistles. It didn't sound like they were threatening, but more like they were mocking the third seat... just like those people before.

There was an inexplicable anger in the third seat's heart. It was not anger at his deformed body, the ridicule in his eyes, nor anger at the coming of death.

He was just angry at himself, blaming himself for not being able to hold on to the anchor of reality.

The third seat grabbed the Immovable Sword with all his strength, used the remaining ether to control the heavy blade, tried to carry it, and continued to kill the enemy, but in the end the rock-like sword fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound on the ground.

At the same time, the third seat itself fell with it.

The crazy growth of flesh sprouts completely wrapped his thin and deformed body, turning it into a crazily shaking ball of flesh and blood. The flesh and blood creations strode forward, and the vast blood covered everything in the field of vision.

In the last blurry consciousness of the third seat, he felt a heartbreaking pain, but soon the pain disappeared, and instead he felt a relaxed and comfortable feeling, like lying flat on a soft big bed...
To be continued...