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Chapter 109 The Way Forward

After Bologger and others sneaked into the Land of Evernight, the general attack led by Vonn, Holt and others began. This time, the Krax family no longer defended behind Morrowind Stronghold, but took the initiative to attack.

Several large ships were drifting on the rough and turbulent sea. They did not carry fully armed soldiers, and there were not many heavy artillery protections on them. There were only a group of sublimation practitioners performing ceremonies. Under the guidance of Fern, each of them muttered something.

, calling out to the ether.

Like wildfire, one etheric reaction after another united together, and the broken and separated alchemical matrices merged one by one, eventually forming a miraculous creation that exceeded the limit of the soul and was no longer limited to individuals, a creation-like alchemical matrix.

, and this is the sum total of a huge ceremony, the prelude to calling for disaster.

In the storm and thunder, Vonn's eyes were like torches, as if they were burning with daylight and beating with thunderstorms.

In the power of evil and madness, the servants of the devil have gained the extraordinary power to drag reality into hell, and hang horrific extraordinary disasters over the heads of the world.

Disaster is never the only strength of the enemy.

In the century-old battle, the Klex family has already glimpsed the method of causing extraordinary disasters in the majesty of the secret source. Although this power cannot be compared with the power guided by the devil, as the times change, the alchemical matrix

With the advancement of technology, it has also been gradually filled and perfected.

"Sing high, everyone!"

Vonn called to the descendants of the storm, "This is a war that only exists in history books! Now, we will regain the glory of dawn!"

The manic wind suddenly subsided and was replaced by the singing voice gradually rising in the wind, as if a choir was singing against the waves. The singing voice was holy, ethereal, and brilliant.

"It's really a moment to witness history."

On the swaying ship, Holt looked up at the blurry figure in the wind, rain and thunder. Relying on this large-scale ceremony, Vorn's ether intensity was still increasing. It seemed that he was really going to transform into the storm itself and smash into the raging sea.

barrier.

Looking back to his side, Holt turned his head and glanced at the Sublimation Hunters behind him. Some of them were his own team members, some were members of the fifth group of Hunter's Bows, and the elites of the Clerks family. This was a small group of people.

For the war, they only need the elite.

"Everyone, I won't say any more encouraging words. I've already said enough."

Holt breathed in the moist and cold air and tightened his grip on the sword that cut iron and steel.

The ethereal singing lingered in my ears. On the deck of the big ship, the singers in black robes looked solemn. They were like sculptures that did not move their bodies due to the shaking of the ship's hull. They were like machines, just singing with their heads held high.

This is not a metaphor. There is indeed a choir in the storm, and there is more than one of them. There is such a choir on every large ship. With their singing, the ether is guided and distorts reality wantonly.

Holt could see that a huge storm was gathering. It was like a bound beast, roaring in the endless sky, pulling the thick clouds, like a tattered flag controlled by the wind, and the air was under its power.

Trembling, restlessly stirring, with the salty smell of sea water and the raw power of nature.

The sea water rolled and surged under the pull of the storm. The huge waves were lifted high by the strong wind, as if they were about to be smashed onto the hard rocks. The waves hit the shore of the island with a roar like thunder.

, the momentum is like a rainbow.

"We could die here!"

Holt shouted, his voice mixed with thunder, and the storm had already taken shape.

"but!"

Holt raised his sword high, "We are destined to leave our mark in history!"

What responded to Holt was not bursts of roars, but pairs of cold and determined eyes, as well as the deathly tranquility. Only the hymn continued, praising the progress of the storm.

Holt turned around and pointed his sword at the cloudy sea.

He shouted, "We are riding the storm!"

The storm dragged the ship Holt was on, and the waves kept pushing it higher, one wave after another, and the songs came one after another, until the storm took on a complete form and turned into a prelude to the end of the world.

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Extraordinary Disaster·Song of Windfall.

This is the power that has been passed down since the Dawn War. After a hundred years, it has been played again to face the enemies of the past.

With its huge body and unstoppable power, the storm mercilessly destroyed everything in its path. Like a rapidly generated ether vortex point, it collided with the power of the angry sea, and the two ethers intertwined with each other.

Entangled, as if colliding with invisible barriers, all kinds of strange and extraordinary phenomena flickered in the dark clouds of the angry sea.

A sharp whistling sound came from the clouds. It was the wind-eroded birds that came out of their nests. On the endless sea, they would pose a huge threat to the ships. But this time there was a storm accompanying them, and they had not waited to get close to Huo Huo.

The big ship that Walter and others were on was mercilessly strangled by the storm.

With the blessing of the ceremony, Vonn continued to lead the storm forward. Under this unstoppable force, the Night Clan could not stop their progress on the sea. Even the natural barrier of the angry sea was crumbling and was gradually broken through by the strong wind.

There was a short gap.

The moment the gap appeared, Holt could feel the surrounding wind speed rising sharply, and the waves becoming more and more restless. As if the whole world was helping him, the ship beneath him suddenly accelerated and rushed straight towards the gap.

At this moment, the Night Clan could no longer prevent the collision between the storm and the raging sea. They even said that if the storm was allowed to continue to evolve, it would very likely completely break through the barrier of the raging sea and land in the Land of Eternal Night.

At that time, the power of the Song of Windfall had been weakened by the layers of the Raging Sea Barrier, and its power had long been reduced to ten percent. However, the remaining power was enough to once again bulldoze all the buildings in the Land of Eternal Night.

Sweep away those inferior night tribes.

"Forward! Forward!"

Holt stood at the bow of the ship and yelled. He was full of momentum, but there was a seriousness in his eyes that could not be removed. Under the seemingly excited expression, his heart was full of vigilance and defense.

Under this massive offensive, Holt will face the main force that rebels against the royal court. Next, there may be multiple Glory Ones appearing, and he may also face the legendary Night King.

What makes Holt even more uneasy is that the main battlefield this time is in the Land of Eternal Night. No one knows what preparations the Disobedient Royal Court has there, and once they get deep into it, they will have no way out.

A journey of life and death, but a journey that must be carried out. Only in this way can Holt and others help Bologg and his party divert the attention of the Regent, so that they can have a chance to destroy the Dark Iron Curtain

, purify the earth.

"Bologo...Bologo..."

Holt muttered Boluogo's name in a low voice and looked behind him at a place that was not too far away.

Beyond the storm and the angry sea, the sky was bright and cloudless, and the sun was so bright that only a little golden light reflected in Holt's eyes.

The operation began in the early morning, and Holt prayed that Bologg would destroy the Dark Iron Curtain on time at noon as planned.

At that time, the pure scorching sun at noon will burn away all sins and no one will be spared.

"The name will remain in history."

Holt repeated it in a low voice, and then shouted hysterically.

"The name will remain in history!"

Driven by the storm, the ship sailed forward into the raging sea. Whether it was the rain of fire from the sky, the throwing of stones, or the self-destructive charge of the wind-eroded birds, they were all eliminated under the storm guided by Fern, and the road ahead was clear.

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Weier stood on the broken statue. Although only half of the statue was broken, it was the only commanding height among the endless ruins... At least for a cat, it was a good commanding height.

"It should be this direction, right?"

Wei'er sniffed the blood in the air vigorously, and after simply judging the direction, it jumped off the statue and walked quickly through the devastation.

The cities in the Land of Eternal Night are not far from each other. If it were not obscured by the fog and darkness, one could completely see each other from a long distance away.

According to Se Lei, these cities were originally distributed all over the continent. Later, with the defeat of the Night Clan, Se Lei found the natural prison of the angry sea. He spent a lot of money to use the winding path to

The power enveloped each city and then moved into the angry sea.

This kind of large-scale territorial transfer sounds like a fantasy, but in Wei'er's opinion, it is not impossible. After all, the Undead Club also relied on this method to transfer its location for many years, until it moved to Oath City in recent years.

Opos has become a lot more stable.

In other words, the interior of the Raging Sea was originally just a restless ocean without any land to speak of. It was Sere who relied on the large-scale winding path ritual to transfer these cities into the Raging Sea and forcibly pieced them together to form a city.

Crowded island.

The huge shadow of the royal city gradually appeared in front of Wei'er's eyes. Just by looking at it, one could feel how heavily guarded it was and how dense its vitality was. It was like facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Wei'er walked briskly and didn't seem to regard this place as a dangerous place at all. She thought to herself that since she was a cat, she shouldn't attract so much attention. Even if she was discovered, she would meow twice and act cute.

It's over.

When a conflict breaks out, Wei'er is not afraid. Even though it looks harmless, its hands-on ability is actually quite strong. Although its own alchemy matrix is ​​also outdated, as a cat, it can't wear it.

The so-called immortal armor, but Wei'er is also an immortal after all, so it has no effect at all.

In an atmosphere where everyone was on alert, Weier slipped in as openly as if she were going shopping.

The glow of ether gathered in the cat's eyes, and some vigilant eyes dropped from the city wall. But the moment before they observed Weier, Weier's figure was strangely blurred, like a phantom, inexplicably.

Observation.

Weier got in through the crack in the city gate and said slightly confused, "It's much simpler than expected. Where are the other defenders?"

No matter how many defenders there are, they can't defend Weier, but Weier is still confused about the lack of manpower here and doesn't know where they have been mobilized.

While Weier was curiously observing, she smelled a strong blood energy full of evil power, and following the path of this blood energy, Weier noticed a familiar violent force.

This is not the first time that Weier has observed this kind of power. It had the same experience with Sai Zong before. Weier looked at the direction of the source of this power, and it knew that it had found the location of the Butcher's Pit.

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When Weier arrived near the Butcher's Pit smoothly, all she could see was blood and corpses all over the ground, as if someone had massacred the entire city, and corpses of different ages and genders were piled haphazardly on the ground.

The blood soaked the masonry, and no matter how much water washed it away, it could not restore its original color.

The blood gathered into a stream and flowed down the stairs step by step. Some night tribesmen were bending over to secretly drink the blood, and some bloodthirsty people were eating happily on the pile of corpses.

In the center of this terrifying hell, there were waves of horrifying howling sounds, like whips cutting through the air at high speed, shattering the bodies. Weier knew that that was where York was, the source of the Sin armed force.

location.

"It's so cruel..."

Weier walked carefully around the periphery of the Butcher's Pit. It knew very well that it had entered the core area of ​​the disobedient royal court. Once its traces were exposed, it would be hit quickly.

She had an important mission, and Wei'er couldn't just fall down. It cautiously arrived at a building next to the Butcher's Pit, and slowly released its ether in front of a door.

The ether poured into the door, carving out complex and complicated trajectories. It was a pattern that would give ordinary people a splitting headache just by looking at it, but Wei'er had already memorized it by heart.

For most scholars, it is simply a dream to memorize a complex alchemical matrix with their brains. However, this is not a problem for Weier. It does not remember this alchemical matrix, but only engraves it into

in my mind.

In the Undead Club, every undead person must assume certain functions to work for the Undead Club. If Sere's job is bartender and personnel management, and Bode's job is indoor cleaning, then remember this alchemy matrix.

, and it is Weier’s job to carve it out when necessary.

Thinking of this, Wei'er's carving speed slowed down a bit. She was thinking, what kind of position does she have? Is she a doorman?

Wei'er did not continue to struggle with this problem, but further accelerated the carving speed. The tedious alchemical matrix was gradually engraved into the door and mapped into the material soul, the soul of cold iron.

At the other end of the unfinished door, in the Undead Club, Sai Zong was sitting high on his throne. Below him, the clanging sound of metal continued. Blacksmiths were hammering red-hot metal.

The dead were picking through Sai Zong's weapon collection. They chose weapons and armor they were familiar with and armed themselves into strong soldiers.

Bode stood next to Sai Zong. At this time, he had put on armor full of spikes and was holding a cold spear. The blue will-o'-the-wisp ignited under his jagged bones, and his cold killing intent was in full swing.

Rising steadily.

Sai Zong's eyes passed over the resurrecting army of the undead and landed at the end of the armory. There, there was an ordinary door erected there. As time went by, it seemed like there was an invisible weapon.

The carving knife is knocking on the door, carving exquisite and complicated patterns on its surface.

The armed undead were sitting aside. They were waiting with Sai Zong, waiting for the carving of the alchemy matrix to be completed...

Waiting for the moment when the door opens and the demons come out in full force.


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