Under the sacrifice of blood and killing, the Saw Ax of Cruelty has long since fully awakened. The leather strap tightly wrapped around Boluogo's right arm like a tentacle, squirming, burrowing into Boluogo's flesh and blood, and connecting with him.

The bones and blood vessels are closely connected together, as if they are an extension of Boluogo's limbs, inseparable.

The mottled ax blade cracked, forming dense saw teeth. They rubbed against each other, making a sharp rustling sound, and bursts of bloodthirsty fury followed. The engine-like heart roared, circling around Boluogo's ears, until this urgent

The sound of his heartbeat overlapped with his own.

Until he becomes one with this brutal weapon and enters the kingdom of heaven on earth!

"bring it on!"

The Speaker shouted, this is already the last moment, there is no need to hold back any more, the mighty power of the Glorious One and the power of the Aurora are intertwined, they overlap layer by layer and burn brightly.

This is the heart of the nest, the kingdom of heaven on earth, and a field that belongs exclusively to the Speaker.

Almost as soon as Bologo stepped into the field, crazy fantasies swarmed in, and huge roots covered with spikes rose up from the ground, dense as a rainstorm, and crackled towards Bologg.

Bologo was unable to control the Speaker's phantoms, let alone control the center of the nest, which was built like a fortress. He could only rely on the special aggressiveness of ether and attach it to the saw axe, to enhance the weapon's lethality.

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Swinging the hand ax, as if walking through a dense forest, Bologo dodged and moved while slashing widely, cutting off the roots and branches that were emerging one after another.

In an instant, debris filled the sky. Before they could fall, they gathered together again and turned into thunder spears waiting to fall, falling from the sky.

"Don't stop!"

Holt's roar was similar to that of Holt. As a defender of the fortress, Borogo could not take advantage of the speaker as a person of glory, but Holt, who was also a person of glory, was different.

Amber wrapped the fallen thunder spears and miraculously froze the lightning. They were frozen in mid-air, like works of art, and the lightning contained in them kept branching and spreading in all directions.

Roots as sharp as swords and as strong as iron crossed Boluogo and attacked Holt. Holt stared at these phantoms. Suddenly, their speed suddenly slowed down until they stopped completely.

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Holt walked calmly through the gaps between the roots, and then chopped them into large pieces with another sword.

Raising the resentment in his hand, Holt liked this sword a little. Not only could it carry the power of the Glorious One, but it was also extremely sharp and light in weight, like waving a shadow. Holt began

I'm curious as to where Bologo got this sword.

The battle continues.

The space in the heart of the nest is not too big for Boluogo, and he does not need the power of the extreme realm. He only needs the most basic ether amplification. He can go from one end to the other in a few steps, but facing the speaker's layer

With layers of resistance, every step Bologo took was extremely difficult.

In this heaven on earth, the speaker is the absolute creator, and all his thoughts will come true.

First, he imagined that he was a condenser of the Void Spirit School...

Boluogo saw it, and the twisted and hateful picture occupied his entire field of vision. The hard ground under his feet turned into soft flesh and blood, and the stinky blood gathered into a stream and flowed by.

The strange mental attack gradually penetrated deeply into Bologo's consciousness. Bologo gradually lost control of his limbs. His once strong body was no longer coordinated, and he stepped forward clumsily, teetering on the edge of collapse.

"This wish is not cheap."

Boluogo said in a hoarse voice towards the front. There was no one there, but he knew that behind the false illusion, the Speaker was standing there.

The strange and severe pain struck again, hitting Boluogo's head like a hammer, smashing his skull and crushing all his brain tissue.

Blood overflowed from Boluogo's nose and his eyes were bloodshot. Boluogo still underestimated the Speaker. No matter how backward his alchemy matrix was, he was the founder of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth after all, and he was burdened with countless fantasy seeds.

With these weird things, he can make up for the generation gap between him and himself.

Not to mention, he is a noble and glorious man.

"Fall down."

The voice was like magic. Bologg's eyes became heavy, and his whole body became heavy. He tried to stay awake, but in the realm of heaven on earth, Bologg could not disobey the Speaker's wishes.

Boluogo half-knelt on the ground and said towards the front, "Okay... then fall down."

After saying that, Boluogo used the last bit of his strength to turn back the hand ax and split his own throat in one fell swoop. The blood gurgled out and was sucked up by the saw axe.

The Speaker was stunned by the change in front of him. Before he could take action, Boluogo actually ended his life first. Then the Speaker suddenly remembered the information about Boluogo.

"Immortal!"

While the Speaker roared, the fallen body suddenly bounced up. Bologo reset his own state with death, and all the negative effects of the Ethereal School on him were eliminated.

"Ha ha!"

The hellish hallucination disappeared, and all that was left was the angry Speaker in front of him.

The Speaker understood that it was impossible to capture Boluogo with the power of the Ethereal School, and he immediately fantasized about... the Body Ascension School.

As another Utopian Seed withered on his body, the Speaker's shriveled and old body seemed to have regained its youth, with muscles swelling, flesh and blood reorganizing, and unspeakable power blessing his body, facing the uncle who was rushing towards him.

Logo, throw a big punch.

The speed of the fist easily broke through the sound barrier, and in the roaring reverberation, Boluogo felt as if a cannonball was heading straight for his face.

Can't avoid it!

The distance between the two was too short, and the speed was so fast. Boluogo realized that he couldn't resist the blow at all, so he could only hold on to the hand ax tightly and swing it from the side with all his strength to avoid the blow.

His head will be blown open by the Speaker, but similarly, relying on the inertia of the body, the saw ax will also hit the Speaker's body. This time, it will take him up to ten seconds to recover after death. I hope Hall

It can fill this vacuum period and prevent your body from being further damaged, thus delaying your resurrection.

Many thoughts flashed through Boluogo's mind, and the power of the extreme realm increased, causing the saw-axe of Fashu to swing out a scarlet afterimage.

The ax blade was embedded into the speaker's waist and abdomen from the side. The jagged blades that were rubbing against each other were like mouthparts that were constantly opening and closing. The moment it hit the flesh and blood, it started its hungry feast and squeezed out fresh blood.

with meat.

As for the heavy punch that tried to smash Boluogo's head, it hovered in front of Boluogo's eyes. Even if it carried a huge force, it was difficult to score another point.

Amber envelops it.

"Well done!"

Boluogo roared, stepped forward, grabbed the handle with one hand, and made the saw-axe bite the speaker tightly. The other hand clenched into a fist and smashed the speaker's face hard.

Punch hard.

Just like a street fight, taking advantage of Amber's slow speaker's seconds, Boluogo threw heavy punches one after another. Each roar was accompanied by a low scream, and the sound of broken bones was heard endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the speaker's face was beyond recognition, flesh and blood protruded from the open wound, and gurgling blood kept flowing.

In the filth, the turbid eyes looked directly at Bologe, as if there were invisible sharp knives coming through his eyes. A strong pain came from Bologe's eyes, as if he was blinded by a soldering iron.

The vision fell into absolute darkness.

"Then comes...the School of Dominance."

Intermittent sounds came from the speaker's throat, and with the shrinkage of another fantasy seed, his fantasy came true again.

Boluogo's body was completely frozen and he could not move. Immediately afterwards, Boluogo felt that his own gravity had been increased dozens or hundreds of times. He fell heavily to the ground, sticking to the ground and letting himself do whatever he wanted.

Despite struggling, it was difficult to stand up at all. It was even said that due to excessive exertion, the sound of bones breaking could be heard under the flesh and blood.

It was as if an invisible big hand was pressing down on Boluogo. His internal organs were deformed and displaced due to the pressure, and blood continuously poured out from the wound, like a fresh fruit that had been squeezed dry.

"Hahaha, what now!"

The Speaker mocked wantonly. In order to maintain his immortality, he never abused the power of Utopia, but now in order to resist powerful enemies, there was nothing to care about.

"Is this what a god feels like?"

The Speaker slowly clenched his fists, and the force was reflected on Boluogo's body. His limbs were twisted, like compressed garbage, and his body was gradually twisted together in a weird posture.

In the pool of blood, Bologo kept laughing, and the glory of the Glorious One flickered behind him.

The moment the Speaker raised his head to look at Holt, a winding crack opened in front of his eyes, and a massive amount of ether rushed toward the intruder, but as soon as they started, they were slowed down in place.

The resentful bite pierced the darkness and penetrated the speaker's throat. Holt pulled the blade hard and split the speaker's chest completely open. The bones were neatly broken, blood spattered, and then it was frozen in mid-air.

The speed is crazy!

Holt's ether rushed into the speaker's body along the wound. Every blood vessel, every bundle of muscle fibers, etc., their speed was differentiated. Even the contraction of the lungs caused by breathing would cause large areas of damage.

The organs and flesh collapsed, not to mention that under the sword wound, a pure black line gradually appeared.

A winding crack opened in the Speaker's chest.

The metal slash can only cut off flesh and blood on the physical level, but with the help of the labyrinth crack, Holt will completely split the Speaker apart dimensionally.

Burlogo, who fell to the ground, admired Holt's power. Under the full release of the Glorious One, the Slaughter Sword Oil on the Resentful Bite was completely evaporated, so that a layer of blurred color like glass was formed on the surface of the blade.

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The injuries were horrific, but the Speaker could not be killed. As long as he was in the Kingdom of Heaven on earth, and as long as the Utopia Seed existed, he would be an existence that could not be wiped out.

Just...just...

The Speaker could clearly feel that Holt's ether was rushing through his body. His intention was obvious, trying to break through the critical moment of his soul and completely render himself powerless, thus preventing him from going back in time.

The Speaker roared unwillingly, "Come again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ripples of time started with the Speaker as the starting point and ruthlessly spread in all directions, vast and mighty.

Seeing that the Speaker was about to restart the battle again, Holt retreated decisively, trying to follow the winding crack behind him and return to the outside of the nest center gate to avoid being swallowed by the time ripples. But at this time, the Speaker stretched out his hand with difficulty, and the Ether Madness
To be continued...