Under the mighty power of the defender, Bologo will completely turn into his own field, the kingdom of secret energy and summoning will be fully unfolded, and thousands of collapsed fragments of powder will be piled up layer by layer under his will.
The collapsed cracks were reset again, and the recast wall was covered with dense cracks. They seemed to be crumbling, and then the snake scale fluid seeped into it, like silvery molten iron, pouring into the wall, making it solid like a copper wall.
"Order... Bureau of Order?"
Libel was sent back to the rear position by the power of control. He raised his head hard and looked at the figure hovering in the light of the storm.
Boluogo looked like he was floating in mid-air, but in fact, he was stepping on pieces of iron pieces that were so thin that they were almost imperceptible. They were cast from snake scale fluid and stretched out slender supports toward the ground.
The arrival of the defenders caused the battle in the rift to fall into a moment of dead silence. In the absence of the Glorious Ones, the defenders were the supreme existence. Like strategic weapons, they could easily turn the tide of the battle.
Excited cheers came from the battlefield, along with the roars of the bloodthirsty people.
The bloodthirsty ones once again launched a brutal charge towards Bologo, but this time their goal was not to attack, but to hold off Bologo as much as possible. The real commanders, the Night Tribes, were hiding in the dark.
, quickly move away from the crack area.
For this raid, the Night Clan had investigated the distribution of high-level condensers in advance, and deployed corresponding pure-blooded Night Clan to contain and resist these elite forces. Therefore, the battle on the crack in the high wall gradually became more intense.
It evolved into the charge of the bloodthirsty ones and the low-level sublimation ones holding their position.
Everything was going smoothly originally, and the battle situation was gradually expanding as the Night Clan calculated. They had also calculated the arrival of reinforcements from the Bureau of Order, but they never expected that they would arrive so fast and the support would be so strong.
.
The power of the Glorious One came from the sky. It was Holt's etheric reaction. Although he did not have the ability to fly, by virtue of his control over the speed of matter, he slowed down the air under his feet and infinitely reduced their fluidity.
, turned into pieces of invisible bricks, stepping on them and striding upward.
Soon his figure was wrapped in dark clouds, and bursts of thunder and howling wind struck one after another.
The Glorious Ones stayed away from the battlefield and started a war of a few people. As the defender of the fortress, Bologo calmly took over the current big battlefield.
A large amount of ether was injected into the snake scale liquid, and the silver-white snakes multiplied and expanded rapidly. In an instant, they grew tens of millions of times. Countless slender silver-white branches extended from behind Boluogo, and they supported the ground.
Tuo lifted Boluogo's body, and like a rapidly spreading vine, it spread in all directions from the crack, further strengthening the wall.
Everyone stared blankly at all this. After all, in the conventional sense, high-level sublimation practitioners only refer to those who bear power. In most forces, defenders are the pinnacle existence. As for the ultimate
The few who have glory...According to the standards of the Bureau of Order, those glory ones cannot join the battle sequence at all.
"call……"
Libel let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to spit out all the fear in his heart. After a breath, his tense body completely relaxed, and even his conscious will became hazy and drowsy again.
sleep.
This time Lieber could accept the rest calmly. He knew that the victory or defeat was decided.
Bologg moved his body vigorously and roughly freed himself from the iron branches. The huge metal frame remained in place. Before Bologg removed the supply of ether, these iron branches and steel mesh covered with thorns
, will turn into insurmountable obstacles, resisting the progress of the bloodthirsty people.
As for now?
Bologg strode forward and jumped down from the gap. Moving at high speed, the field that moved with Bologg ruthlessly covered all the bloodthirsty people in the path.
These mindless alchemy creatures had no soul threshold to resist. Bologo effortlessly broke through the barrier of their bodies and controlled them from the inside out.
"Damn it! What's going on!"
There were screams from the Night Clan in the dark, and he could see the bloodthirsty ones who were supposed to continue attacking, changing the direction of their attack and fighting back towards his own people.
Rebellion? How is it possible? These things don’t even have minds, they are just flesh and blood machines. There is no possibility of them rebelling, but in fact, they are doing just that!
The blood connection between the Night Clan and the Bloodthirsters has not been severed, and the absolute dominance brought by the blood class still exists. The Night Clan couldn't figure out what was going on, until he vaguely saw a Bloodthirsty moving with a sense of clumsiness.
.
The bloodthirsty one stumbled forward, as if its limbs no longer obeyed its control. No matter how much it bit and roared, nothing could be changed.
The bloodthirsty people did not rebel, they were just forcibly controlled by others. No, this was not even forced control of their actions. The bloodthirsty people's limbs were twisted and fractured, and their internal organs were deformed and cracked under the squeeze. They were not at all.
It moves on its own strength, but is moved by a controlling force.
"Oh? Was it discovered?"
Boluogo could distinguish a hint of sweetness from the thick blood, which was the taste of the pure-blooded Night Clan.
No longer hesitating, the power of control exploded, and the bloodthirsty people only had time to let out bursts of mournful screams before they were thrown from the high wall by Boluogo like cannonballs.
The Night Clan decisively detonated the bloodthirsty ones, and their swollen bodies exploded into gorgeous fireworks one by one in mid-air, sprinkling a rain of blood.
Boluogo was a little disappointed. He didn't kill the bloodthirsters immediately. The first purpose was to prevent them from exploding and causing damage to the high wall. The second purpose was a bit evil, and he planned to use them as artillery shells to counterattack the Night Clan's offensive.
Falling on the coast under the high wall, as far as the eye can see, there are twisted and rotten corpses, blood and seawater mixed together, seeping into the sand.
The red sand is everywhere.
Bologo was a little distracted for a moment, which reminded him of the days of the Wrath of the Scorched Earth, but fortunately, this time Bologo had the power to turn the tide of the battle.
Secret Energy·The Kingdom of Summons.
The field of ether was completely released, and Bologo showed his existence wildly, just like the duelists who provoked the enemy when the two armies faced off in the old times. Either a defender came to restrain Bologo, or he ordered
Borogo went on a killing spree.
No one responded in the dark night, and Bologo was slightly disappointed. He strode forward, and the field also moved forward, crushing any existence that attempted to invade Bologo's territory.
The absolute power of control ignores the terrain differences, the stacked bunkers, and the heavy armor.
Like the supreme god of death, he ignores all life.
In an instant, an invisible force descended from the sky, sweeping in with a devastating force, hitting all the bloodthirsty people in the field. It was like the atmospheric pressure suddenly increased a thousand times, and the bloodthirsty body was pressed hard.
on the ground.
The monster that once stood tall among the crowd is now like a squashed insect, twisting and squirming miserably.
The reinforced bones were unable to resist the increased pressure and were easily broken into several pieces. The internal organs exploded into a piece of sewage inside the body, like a plump fruit, and a large amount of blood poured out of its mouth, nose, ears and eyes like a fountain.
came out, dyeing the ground red.
The dull cracking sound constantly echoed in the air, making people palpitate. The fallen bloodthirsty was compressed into bloody flesh balls, with lingering thick blood mist floating around.
Boluogo continued to move forward, his resentment being swung at will like a baton, guiding this grand movement of death.
Smelling the blood, Boluogo felt his heart beat a little faster, accelerating due to excitement. He didn't know whether this was the nature of his violence or the stimulants in the blood of the bloodthirsty evaporated.
Forget it, this kind of thing is not important.
With brutal power, Bologo forced himself into the core area of the battlefield, creating a vacuum of death zone. The corpses of bloodthirsty people piled up into mountains. Inadvertently, Bologo also discovered many corpses of the Night Clan.
They should have been hiding in the shadows of the bloodthirsty people, trying to launch a surprise attack on Bologo, but unfortunately, before they could get close to Bologo, they were crushed by this absolute power.
Meat paste.
Just like crushing an ant, Boluogo couldn't help but sigh again at the huge gap between ranks.
Bologo was still moving forward, and the death zone slowly moved forward, forming a path of death, dividing the battlefield, and opening a path for counterattack.
There was only one person on this counterattack path, Boluogo.
He alone is enough.
A bright fire appeared in front of my eyes, and the huge burning sun was imagined again. This time its target was no longer the high wall, but Boluogo.
The two were so close that the blazing sun seemed to swallow up Boluogo in the process of expansion. Also at such a close distance, Boluogo clearly judged the target's location and his
The strength of the ether.
Just those with power.
Facing the blazing sun, Boluoge calmly waved his resentment. After a strange arc, Boluogo disappeared from the place. The person in power hiding in the dark was searching for Boluogo's location, and then a song followed.
A crack opened from the top of his head.
The snake scale liquid weaved an icy rainstorm, and the death metal ruthlessly penetrated his body. The man in power did not panic too much. He is a rare pure-blooded night tribe and has an immortal body. This level of injury is not enough.
to kill him.
Until bursts of burning pain aroused from the body of the power bearer, it was the silver and death metal wrapped in the snake scale liquid, and the red mercury detonated by Bologo.
In an instant, the body of the power bearer collapsed and tore apart, and Boluogo's ether shattered his moment soul criticality, completely wiping out his vitality from a microscopic level.
At this point, the corner of the battlefield was completely quiet, like a gray dead zone.
In the hazy blood mist, Boluogo continued to maintain his secret power, single-handedly sharing the invasion of the Night Clan for the entire battlefield. Soon, the Night Clan also discovered the troublesome Boluogo.
The etheric reactions of several power-bearers hovered around Boluogo. Vaguely, Boluogo also noticed the existence of the defender, but the other party was hidden very deeply. Even with the help of Aimu, Boluogo could not help himself.
He was barely aware of the other party's presence and could not determine his specific location.
Boluogo didn't pay too much attention to these enemies. Now his goal has been achieved, containing the enemy's high-level sublimation practitioners and relieving the pressure on the entire battlefield.
"What are you doing?"
Aimu was confused. She found that Bolog was walking towards the surging waves. In front of Bolog, the Night Tribe and the Bloodthirsty all deliberately avoided Bolog to avoid direct conflict with him. There was nothing but the tide in front of him.
Outside, there are no enemies.
"I want to verify something," Boluogo suspected. "Since we infer that the Land of Eternal Night is located in the Raging Sea, how did such a large army of bloodthirsty people, the Night Clan, cross the sea?
?”
Boluogo had not personally waded into the angry sea, but this did not prevent him from seeing the roaring thunderstorm that destroyed the land from a long distance.
The extreme supernatural environment is the perfect jailer, a natural barrier that completely isolates the Land of Eternal Night from the outside world.
Only a few high-level condensers can withstand the violent thunder and successfully cross the raging sea, but even if they cross the raging sea, what will happen to them, they will be greeted by the vast sea.
Ships in the conventional sense simply cannot withstand the horrific destruction, so what means did the Disobedient Royal Court use to transport so many bloodthirsty legions here?
Some...some unconventional means?
Boluogo's eyes lowered, focusing on the Slaughter Sword Oil full of resentment.
"Swallowing the Throat of the Abyss?"
Aimu was confused, she noticed that this name was running rampant in Boluogo's mind, like an evil ghost trying to break through the seal, bringing an extreme chill.
"Yes, the Throat of the Abyss, the evil in this world that can tear apart the winding path," Bologg speculated, "Only it can ignore all kinds of extreme environments and tear out a crack in the winding path for the army to move.
."
Boluogo's pace accelerated and he ran towards the dark sea. His etheric perception was fully opened, scanning the rolling waves like a radar, trying to find the location of the winding cracks.
But before Bologe could explore further, a high-pitched etheric response came from behind Bologg. Bologg suddenly turned around and saw that the position where the ether was rising was exactly the gap where he had just fought.
The recast high wall remained intact, but on the solid wall, the space was creeping and misaligned strangely, and a thin and shining line stood up and extended until the high wall was completely split.
The winding cracks rose from the ground, and countless pale arms stretched out from them, completely opening the cracks little by little. Boluogo saw the worm-like monster again. It squirmed, hanging on the pale
The living corpses on the surface were also shaking.
It seemed to be mocking Boluogo, and then disappeared into the winding cracks. The heavy sound of marching sounded from it, and a large number of bloodthirsty people swarmed in, relying on the winding cracks that penetrated the high wall, killing without any hindrance.