Chapter 1126 The intersection of fate

For Palmer, today is really a long day. He has almost lost count of how many battles he has experienced and how many times he has escaped death. Everything is like a montage of mixed cuts.

The whole thing will be slapped on your face, regardless of whether you can accept it or not.

"Ha...it's so cold."

Palmer breathed out a cold breath, and the wind and snow passed over his body, making him tremble a few times.

Previously, after Palmer sent Nathaniel away, when he was about to be killed by the Silent One, Borogo, who was promoted to the crowned one, fell from the sky and rescued him forcefully. Then the two crowned men started a continuous battle.

Great wars, repeatedly breaking down the barriers of the world, and fighting between the etheric realm and the material realm.

It was truly a shattering battle, as if there were really two gods at war, and the earth, ocean, and sky would all be burned to ashes under their wrath.

Fortunately, these two crowned persons only have eyes for each other who are also crowned persons. They go all out towards each other and use all means to vow to be the only supreme existence.

Because of this, both Boluogo and the Silent Man quickly forgot about the existence of Palmer, even the demons rolling and entangled in the etheric realm.

OK, forget about it.

While these lunatics were happily fighting and hugging each other, Palmer himself secretly escaped along the large crack in the collapse of the Pillar of Kingship, trying to return to the material world, and then search for Nethaniel and bring him with him.

He looked for his scarred old boss and found a place where no one was around to hide for a while.

Everyone has their own things to be busy with, which is good.

But unfortunately, just when Palmer was about to escape, he suddenly found that he could not mobilize the ether, and even the alchemical matrix fell silent.

As a result, this relatively powerful defender was deprived of all his extraordinary power. Like a mortal, he looked up at the big crack in the boundless sky. No matter how he jumped, he could not reach it.

Half a minute.

At the same time, a blazing white storm rolled up the sea of ​​darkness. As if polluted by the evil and crazy power, the pure white storm turned into absolute darkness, a silent and silent storm in the vast ice field of the ethereal world.

It spread upwards, and the same great silence descended on every place in the etheric realm.

No matter how disloyal Palmer is, this is only a problem of his work attitude and has nothing to do with his work experience.

Palmer immediately realized that there was a new situation in the dispute between the devils, which may be developing in a better direction, or it may be worse. He could not find Boluogo, and he was alone in this dead world.

one person.

"Damn, what's going on?"

Palmer trudged forward against the increasingly cold wind and snow, complaining in a low voice... Now, it seemed that he could do nothing but complain.

The wind and snow repeatedly hit Palmer, and his hair and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of ice and snow.

Without the protection of the ether, Palmer now looks particularly fragile, not to mention that the previous series of battles have already made him exhausted.

The dark storm in the distance suddenly dissipated, like an unfettered black mist, spreading in all directions, fading into the gray wind and snow, and disappearing.

This vision naturally caught Palmer's eyes. Before that, he had been carefully observing the strange scene. After waiting for a while, he made sure that nothing abnormal happened before he cautiously made a decision.

Next steps.

Boluogo disappeared, and the devils disappeared without a trace. It seemed that in an instant, all the beings with minds in the etheric realm fell into nothingness, and even the storm from the secret source dissipated.

Palmer could vaguely feel that something big had happened, but rather than guessing what the big event was, he wanted to care more about his own survival.

"I'm sorry."

Palmer muttered something, and with hesitation on his face, he threw away all the weapons and unnecessary sundries he was carrying, leaving only a dagger hidden in his waist.

He was very cold and tired. The wind and snow in the ethereal world were constantly taking away Palmer's body temperature and hindering his progress. What was even worse was that Palmer's clothes had no ability to resist the cold at all.

If this situation continues, Palmer, the defender, may freeze to death in the ether.

"It's such a stupid way to die," Palmer prayed in a low voice and muttered, "Bologo, where are you, Bologo, help me..."

Every time Palmer encounters a fatal situation, his good partner always falls from the sky like a surprise soldier and saves him from fire and water.

Sometimes Palmer feels that this may have nothing to do with his luck, it's just that his partner is professional enough, but assuming it is indeed related to his luck...

Palmer stopped and looked down at his feet. He could no longer feel the existence of his feet, as if they were frozen.

He guessed that if he took off his shoes at this time, he might be able to see his toes that were frozen blue and purple.

Palmer murmured to himself, "Ha... now, my luck has really run out."

Suddenly, a flash of light came into Palmer's eyes. He blinked. Where the dark storm dissipated, there was a clear light flashing, like guiding a confused ship in the dark night.

of lighthouse.

This flash of light looked familiar, just like the crown on Bolog's head earlier.

Palmer swallowed, and after some hesitation, he shouted loudly, "Bologo!"

The voice echoed ethereally in the ethereal world, and soon, the noise of the wind and snow responded to Palmer.

It seemed that it was not Burlogo, nor anyone else. Otherwise, the moment Palmer shouted, he would probably have suffered a fatal blow.

Palmer stepped forward with difficulty. There was no other place in the ether at the moment. Rather than staying there and waiting to die, or pinning his hope of survival on some illusory things, Palmer felt more comfortable.

I want to try to save myself.

He is not only a lucky guy, but also a person who refuses to admit defeat, but Palmer's unwillingness is often only briefly inspired when his own survival is involved.

"Come on, Palmer."

Palmer moved forward against the wind and snow, letting his body become increasingly cold and numb.

"When you go back, you will be the hero of the world, the most valuable head of the Clerks family," Palmer said, and he laughed nervously, "Maybe

I will become the director of the Order Bureau, and then Nathaniel’s meeting room will be mine, hehe.”

Palmer tried to tell jokes and amuse himself so that the despair would not be enough to completely defeat him.

Slowly, Palmer approached the shining point. It was not far in front of Palmer. It seemed to have a certain temperature, melting the falling wind and snow around it, forming a clean area around it.

of pure land.

The flash's true body was exposed to Palmer's eyes without any cover-up.

It was a light-cast crown. Different from the ten-cornered crown of Bologg, its shape was made up of several intertwined branches, just like a crown woven by children with plant roots. It was simple and simple.

, glowing with flawless pure white, the light rippling like water waves.

Palmer moved forward in confusion. Although he was not the crowned one, from that brief contact, he could also notice that the crown of each crowned person was different, and he had never seen this crown before.

Saw it.

More importantly, the crown should be the physical embodiment of the crowned person's power, but it actually separated from the crowned person and was thrown to the ground casually like a real crown.

Palmer tried to pick up the crown, but suddenly he tripped over something, leaned forward, and fell heavily to the ground.

Perhaps because his body was frozen, Palmer didn't feel much pain. He turned to look at the thing that tripped him, and saw a familiar face revealed under the covering of snow.

Palmer was stunned for a moment, looking at the pale, lifeless face, he shouted in horror, "Bologo!"

The one who tripped himself was Boluogo, who was covered by the wind and snow. He fell motionless on the ice as if dead, letting the wind and snow cover his body.

"Bologo! Bologo!"

Palmer fell on Burlogo, pushing his body repeatedly, trying to awaken his mind, but soon, Palmer discovered that Burlogo was no longer breathing, his heartbeat was dead, and his body

It was also completely frozen, hard and without any warmth.

"Damn it, Bologger! Wake up!"

Palmer shook Burlogo's body vigorously. This was not the first time he saw Burlogo's death, but inexplicably, he realized that this time Burlogo was really dead and was heading for complete destruction.

, there is no possibility of recovery.

Slowly, Palmer's movements stopped, and he gasped for the icy cold air. The low temperature poured into his respiratory tract and lungs, causing a sharp sting.

He no longer had the strength to hammer this sad reality, so he could only kneel beside Bologo, trying hard to maintain his body temperature and maintain his remaining sanity.

After a while of this, Palmer seemed to have accepted the reality and sighed in a low voice, "So you are going to die too."

This is a stupid sigh. Everyone will die, just like ice and snow will melt, rocks will collapse, and everything in the world is destined to die in the distance, but the time of each death is different.

Palmer reached out and touched Bolog's face, trying to open his eyelids, but Bolog's eyeballs seemed to have been completely frozen with the eyelids due to low temperature, and he felt like a cold object to the touch.

Sculpture, carving is lifelike.

Inexplicably, Palmer laughed to himself, raised his head, and looked at the boundless blue sky. The smile on his face became heavier and pale, until a heavy sigh echoed.

"It looks like I'm going to die here too..."

Palmer seemed to be talking to himself or talking to Bologo's corpse, "I have thought about death, and I have also thought about many ways of death, such as dying in some terrible disaster.

, in the hands of a powerful enemy, or living as old as Mamo, dying on the bed."

"But I never thought that I would die here or in such a funny way. I never thought that I would die with you."

Palmer was always good at enlightening himself and asked curiously, "Do you think we will be buried together and be neighbors like the pair we saw in the cemetery before?"

Thinking of this, Palmer cheered up, took out the dagger from his waist, and raised his hand to carve words on the ice.

"I have to think of a more interesting last words..."

As he thought, Palmer used his remaining strength to carve into the ice, hoping to leave some words for those who would come after him to carve his tombstone.
To be continued...