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Chapter 127 One step away

In the dilapidated pilgrimage court, the columns fell sideways, the red carpet was dim, and blood flowed through the marble floor and solidified into dark red patches. Even though a hundred years have passed, Boluogo and others can still learn from this.

In the gloom, you can glimpse the prosperity of the past.

It's just that the aroma of wine is no longer there, and what's left is just stale air mixed with a rotten smell. It smells like some kind of foul-smelling fermentation product, crawling with dirty maggots.

Complex and small sounds came from all directions. It sounded like insects crawling in large numbers, or like continuous drizzle hitting the ground... The truth was not as beautiful as imagined. The source of the sound was those scarlet tentacles, which were coming from

The outer reaches of the royal city spread in, almost completely swallowing up the palace, converting inorganic matter and eroding the broken corpses.

There was the sound of dripping water, and there was a dull, sticky echo. It was the huge nest of flesh and blood that was digesting the palace, turning everything it touched into an extraordinary disaster and eternal rotten ground.

In the chilling atmosphere, Xinda, who had been silent all this time, turned around. The thickets of flesh and blood had already flooded the corridor where they came from. Countless scarlet branches stretched out wantonly. From the crazy aura, Xinda could sense their endless desire for flesh and blood.

But the carpet of flesh and blood did not continue to spread forward. They just stopped outside the Pilgrimage Court, as if they had received some kind of instructions, more like they felt some kind of terrible threat, so that they did not dare to offend in the slightest.

"There is no turning back."

Xinda thought to herself, and decisively set up the gun, put her finger on the trigger, and looked through the lens. The figure of the man at the end gradually became clearer in her eyes.

It was a Night Tribe, with a pair of scarlet eyes that were almost bleeding, and he was wearing heavy armor. The dark armor plates were piled up in layers, like sharp peaks, covered with large and small spikes.

Each one is made of fine iron, shining with a cold light.

The man stood like an iron wall in front of the road leading to the Origin Tower, holding a halberd made of fine steel in his hand, like a cold messenger of death, carrying unparalleled majesty and power.

"Olivia."

The man spoke, his voice neither high nor low. When the sound waves were reflected in the pilgrimage court and reached everyone's ears, they were already thundering like thunder.

Olivia looked at the other person solemnly. The moment the man spoke, she recognized the other person's identity. However, Olivia did not expect that he actually survived the dark years.

"Daughter of Sere, are you here to atone for your father's sins?"

The man grabbed the halberd with both hands and tilted it in front of him. His voice seemed calm, but his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Atonement? That's right," Olivia smiled, "It's just that the sins I want to repent for may be different from what you imagine."

"It doesn't matter. I will personally escort you to him and let him decide whether all this is right or wrong."

The man stepped forward, the armor plates rubbed against each other, making a sharp friction sound, and the dense iron spikes also undulated. They looked chaotic, but in fact they were carefully designed, and each spike was embedded in the armor just right.

Do not interfere with each other.

Xinda kept aiming. In the lens, the man's figure was extremely clear. Every step forward brought full pressure.

"Olivia, who is he?" Xinda couldn't help but ask.

"Trick."

Olivia silently tightened her grip on the blood-draining dagger, and the shadow silently expanded, turning into a dark carpet that spread under everyone's feet.

"He is the commander of the Guards and the Night King's confidant, his most loyal servant," Olivia explained. "At the end of the Dawn War, it was his desperate resistance that allowed the Night King to evacuate from the battlefield.

, hid back in the Origin Tower."

"Similarly, he is also one of the beings who hates Sere the most."

Without any warning, Trick's pace suddenly accelerated. The armor seemed heavy and bloated, but it did not limit Trick's flexibility at all. He hit the ground hard, crushing the red carpet and the ground together.

As Trik advanced, a massive amount of ether was released, and mysterious runes shone from the surface of the armor, carving out a blue trajectory and spliced ​​together with Trik's own alchemical matrix. From then on,

Transcending the limitations of time, the brilliant power blooms without restriction.

The glorious one.

High-concentration ether rushed towards the face, sweeping through everyone like a howling wind, and the cut cheeks ached with pain.

In the past, when meeting a Glorious One, no matter how calm their minds were, everyone would feel a little fear and consternation. After all, this was a high-ranking Glorious One, and there were not many of them in the world.

But today, in this terrible nightmare place, let alone the Glorious Ones, there are several extraordinary disasters and evils in this world, and the undead are even more numerous.

Under the continuous impact, everyone's minds seemed to be numb. Apart from communicating with each other that the other party was a glorious person and needed to be treated with caution, there was no expression.

Only Boluogo respected the Glory One more. As he strode forward, he asked, "What is his secret power?"

"He can create thunder and control it!"

Under the huge generation difference in the alchemical matrix, even if Trik is a Glorious One, the nature of his secret energy tends to be ordinary, far less complex and colorful than today's secret energy.

However, Boluogo did not despise Trik because of this. Sometimes, the simpler the secret energy is, the more terrifying damage it can erupt with the support of the ether of the Glory One.

"traitor!"

In Trik's angry rebuke, the spreading ether formed the field of the Glorious Ones, and rewritten reality arbitrarily within the scope of the field.

When Boluogo stepped into Trick's field, the electric charge in the air changed drastically. His hair slowly stood up, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and each hair became curled and tight.

Place it on the scalp.

Wisps of breeze blow against my face, carrying the fragrance of green grass.

That is not the aroma of grass, but the smell of ozone precipitated from the air under the influence of electric charges.

Secret energy: Thunder that shakes the world.

In an instant, electric arcs leaped from the spikes of Trik's armor and connected, like agile flames, wrapping the surrounding thunder light around his body. With the further expansion of the secret energy, the thunder became louder, louder and more intense, like

Huge waves in the strong wind ionize the turbulent air.

The tiny currents were bound into deadly thunder, emitting deafening thunder. The thunders gathered together to form a powerful sound wave, shaking everything around them.

Boluogo's progress was forcibly interrupted by this sound. Behind the billowing dust, the sharp halberd swayed away the thick smoke, and the fatal arc was right in front of him.

Trik raised his halberd with one hand. Countless dazzling thunders were wrapped around the blade of the halberd, as if it was pulling a thunderstorm. He swung the halberd angrily, completely shattering the entire ground in front of him, and at the same time issued a warning to the thunder.

Order.

bombardment!

Thunder burst out one after another, and the blazing electric light cut through the darkness, like countless swords made of thunder, falling from the sky and slashing violently towards the ground.

A series of dazzling trajectories flashed in front of Boluogo's eyes, like silver meteors, bright and spectacular.

Olivia activated her secret power first, and the shadow of the curtain instantly enveloped Boluogo. Then the shadow was penetrated by several thunderbolts, bombarding the earth, leaving broken and dark scorch marks all over the ground, and the surrounding air was shaken and buzzing.

With the sound, the fragrance of the green grass becomes more and more intense.

Xinda in the distance seized the opportunity and decisively pulled the trigger. The alchemical bullet came out of the chamber, and after a short flight, it pointed directly at Trick's head.

Trick raised his head and stared at the warhead. Before the warhead hit him, with the increase in power, the arc between the spikes of the armor began to change.

They were no longer simple flashes, but turned into eye-catching thunder, like silver snakes, shuttled between the spikes of the armor, completely wrapping Trik's body, forming an electric field that enveloped the surrounding area.

The first time the alchemical warhead was fired into the electric field, silver snakes wrapped around it. Under the high voltage of the electric current, the alchemical warhead became red-hot, and even turned into hot molten iron, melting and collapsing in mid-air.

"We have to keep a distance from him," Xinda put down the gun and analyzed. "Once we are wrapped in that electric field, we will instantly turn into coke."

Driven by the Glorious One, the electric field is like a realm of death, and anything that steps into it will be hit by high voltage.

This is also true. In the eye-catching white thunder light, there are countless red star points surrounding Trik. They are dust floating in the air, and they have been completely lit up.

"Keep your distance. I understand this without you saying it."

Palmer continuously pulled the trigger. Just like before, as soon as the alchemical warhead fell into the electric field, it was easily heated and melted by the current. Palmer didn't expect this to have any impact on Trick. He just wanted to attract Trick.

attention.

Then, Boluogo jumped out of the shadows.

The Bite of Resentment was like a dark arc, and the Saw-axe of Cruelty made roars like an engine under the bloodthirsty fury. The sword-axe tore through the thunder and led Bologg into Trik's electric field.

Overcome obstacles, thunder is coming.

Countless bolts of lightning shot towards Bologo from all directions like sharp swords, but before hitting Bologo, a translucent shield surrounded Bologo.

A large amount of ether pours out, forming a thick ether barrier, using ether mutual repulsion to interfere with Thunder's attack.

Taking another step forward, Boluogo had already arrived in front of Trick. His sword and ax crossed and slashed, like closed scissors, twisting towards Trick's throat.

Trik grabbed the halberd with both hands and slammed it against the ground beneath his feet.

There was only a soft sound, and the halberd got stuck at the intersection of the sword and axe, easily blocking Boluogo's strangulation. Trik raised the halberd again and made it hit the ground.

After another soft sound, terrifying thunder broke out.

The mighty power of the Glorious One swept through Bologo's etheric barrier, causing it to be filled with cracks. Bologo couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the huge impact.

Boluogo is not good at the ultimate skill of ether barrier, not to mention, there is still a gap between him and Trik as a Glorious One.

According to Bologo's calculations, if he withstands a few more full-force blows from Trik, his ether barrier will fall apart, and Bologo's situation will become even worse by then.

The shadows squirmed and boiled. Olivia waved her dagger and jumped out from behind Trick. Relying on the etheric shield of the extreme realm, Trick didn't notice Olivia's assassination at all.

Under Olivia's sudden advance, jet-black shadow arrows erupted from the boiling shadows. They were given short-lived entities and hunted down Trik.

Trick leaned over and pulled away. At the same time, he grabbed the halberd with one hand. The handle slipped out of Trick's palm. When he was about to let go completely, Trick grabbed the end of the halberd. At this moment

, the halberd's killing range reached its limit.

Swinging it with all its strength, the halberd blade pulled down the thunder that filled the sky, sweeping across the earth indiscriminately.

The flying shadow arrows were all cut off, and Olivia, who was in mid-air, was shattered into broken shadows by the speeding thunder and disappeared into the electric field.

Borlog took advantage of Trik's swing of the halberd, and most of his back was pointed at him. He raised his sword and ax and moved forward again. Trik noticed Borlog's intention, and a mocking look appeared on his half-covered face.

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Trik used his right foot as a fulcrum and his left foot as a booster. His heavy body quickly rotated. The halberd that reached the limit also turned back and struck again. The entangled thunder also contained a fatal extreme power.

This was a feint, deliberately selling Boluogo a loophole.

The halberd almost merged with the thunder, turning into a blazing white color that was difficult to look directly at. It first penetrated the air, precipitating a steady stream of ozone, and then hit Bologo's ether barrier, creating cracks and cracks in the air.

Under the influence of ether mutual repulsion, the barrier accelerates its disintegration and collapse until it is completely broken through.

Boluogo watched this scene in horror. Trik's secret power was old, but his secret power was similar to Nathaniel's. They both pursued ultimate lethality, and this power was still in the hands of the Glorious Ones.

Under the rank, I received solid support.

What perfectly combines all these powers is Trick's perfect combat consciousness. This is not something that can be accumulated in a few days and nights of training in the combat room. It is Trick's ability as the commander of the guards in thousands of battles.

Experience gained in hundreds of years of warfare.

Now this experience that smells of fresh blood has merged with Trick's instinct.

Facing the approaching thunder halberd, Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, "He is truly worthy of being the commander of the Night King's guards."

Trik is a servant directly belonging to the Night King. As the bodyguard who ensures the Night King's safety, his status in the Night King's heart may be higher than that of Sere.

The halberd blade swept across smoothly, but did not hit any flesh and blood.

Boluogo disappeared, leaving only a gradually twisting winding crack in place.

Trick suddenly raised his head, and another winding crack opened. Bologg was killed from above his head, and the snake scale fluid multiplied into dozens of spears, falling to the ground with him and breaking into the electric field.

At this critical moment, Olivia also appeared again. Under the hazy veil, her face seemed paler than before, but she still evoked shadow belts to resist the invasion of the electric field with difficulty, as if

Like shackles, layer by layer restricting Trick's movements.

The howling wind suddenly rose. As a person in charge of power, Palmer was very self-aware. He kept a safe distance from the electric field, constantly harassed Trick with strong winds, and also threw storm feathers.

The thin dagger split into dozens of pieces in mid-air and sank into the electric field from various tricky angles under the guidance of the airflow. However, just like Xinda's previous shooting, any metal would encounter high pressure once it steps into the electric field.

Repeated bombardment of electric current.

In the cross currents, the storm plumes collapsed one by one and were annihilated again into ether overflow. The main body of the storm plumes took on a red-hot appearance, weakly passed through the electric field and was nailed into the stone pillar on one side.

During this period, Hinda's feeble gunshots continued, but just like Palmer, as the two people with the power, their impact on the battle situation was too small and insignificant.

The shadow's restraint only lasted for a second or two. Trik broke free from Olivia's restraint. At this time, Bologo also arrived with his sword and axe.

Trick did not deliberately defend himself. At this time, Bologo's ether barrier had been shattered in the previous battle, and now he had no protection.

The electric field will resist all intruders without Trick taking action.

Before the sword and ax fell, the electric current was like a violent beast, biting Boluogo's body wantonly. No matter how fast Boluogo's sword was, it could not move faster than thunder. No matter how sharp his ax was, it could not break the current.

In an instant, Bologo's body was repeatedly struck by thunder a hundred times. The fatal electric current applied high temperature to the capillaries under the skin. The damaged flesh and blood reflected on the epidermis, showing lush branches and capillary scars like snowflakes.

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Bologg ignored the pain. As an immortal, this was Bologg's greatest asset in challenging the Glorious Ones. However, no matter how strong his will was, it was still difficult for him to surpass his physical limits.

The electric current penetrated the body, and Boluogo's body spasmed uncontrollably. His muscles were as tight as stone. Each twitch was accompanied by bursts of severe pain, as if countless steel needles were piercing their bodies.

Boluogo's breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was experiencing an inescapable nightmare.

But Boluogo still swung his sword and axe, splitting Trik's shoulder armor with resentment and cutting off several spikes, and the saw-axe bit his arm armor, with a terrifying chewing sound.

Steel shattered, flesh turned into mud.

Trick pushed the halberd, and the heavy handle knocked Bologo away. Several electric currents followed closely behind. Under repeated lightning strikes, Bologo flew backwards and broke another stone pillar.

.

"Boluogo, I have heard your story," Trick shook his hand, the broken arm armor fell off, and the flesh and blood had long since healed. "According to rumors, you are an undefeated and immortal guy."

Trick shook his head, "The facts seem a bit disappointing."

The surrounding air was filled with the smell of burnt meat and burnt meat, which made people feel sick and suffocated. After a moment's pause, Bologo stood up with his sword in hand. His originally ferocious and burned body was also gasping for air during this moment.

, healing and recovery.

Boluogo's eyes were downcast, "This has just begun, it would be too early to say that we are disappointed."

"Oh? Then you'd better hurry up," Trick said seriously as the halberd leaned forward, "I don't have much patience."

A familiar crisp trembling sound came from the distance, which was a sign that the overlapping point was expanding. In this pilgrimage court, Boluogo was not sure where the overlapping area was, but he could feel the concentration of ether around him.

Still continuing to improve.

"Weier, what can you do?"

During the confrontation between Boluogo and Trick, Palmer placed his hope on the black cat who followed them. "We are only one step away from victory."

a step far?

This is just what Palmer said to comfort himself. Even if Trick is solved, there will still be the Night King waiting for them. The darkness and nothingness he releases alone is already so terrifying. It is hard to imagine what the Night King's body must be like.

attitude.

"I?"

Seeing that Palmer actually put his hope on herself, Weier couldn't help but apologize, "If it were me in the past, relying on my secret power, I would have been able to deal with Trick a few times, but now... I do

Less than.”

Palmer's hope just rose in his heart, and then quickly disappeared, "What's wrong?"

Wei'er sighed and stretched out her furry and soft cat paws helplessly.

"cute?"

Palmer hesitated for a moment. He had to say that Weier's cat paws were indeed cute. Although it was a black cat, the pads were unexpectedly soft pink. The cat hair in the gaps between the paws had also been trimmed and looked clean.

tidy.

"cute."

"Then do you think it can scratch through the electric field and immortal armor of the Glorious One?"

Weier's words made Palmer feel as if his brain was being ripped open.

Maomao sighed helplessly, "My gift has caused me to lose my human posture. Now I can't even hold a sword. What's more, even if I want to fight, no one will make a sword for cats alone."

Immortal Armor."

The cat's eyes stared closely at the figure facing the lightning, "He is also an undead, but the gap between me and him is not even a tiny bit."

The gap that Weier refers to is not only rank and ability, but also combat awareness. Palmer has heard about this. It is said that Weier is not good at fighting. It is what it is today because of various opportunities.

Coincidences came together.

"Is there no hope at all?"

Palmer felt a little desperate. After so many people's efforts, they finally got here, but it seemed that everything was going to end here.

But there is nothing we can do about it.

Like a battle in time and space, the condensers of the future are fighting against the condensers living in the past to decide the outcome of each other.

"What's that expression on your face?" Weier took a few steps forward and asked suspiciously, "I didn't say I didn't intend to help."

Hope appeared in Palmer's eyes. He picked up Weier and put it on his head like a hat.

"what should I do?"

Weier was wagging her tail, looking leisurely and contented.

"Help me reach Bologo."

Hearing this request, Palmer hesitated again. In front, with the help of his immortal body and Olivia, Boluogo started fighting round after round with Trick in the dense thunder.

kill.

Trik's fighting style is like a rock. The halberd is used superbly in his hands, sometimes sweeping, sometimes parrying, allowing Bologo's offensive to surge, but it only slightly damaged his immortal armor.

, but there is no advantage at all.

On the contrary, it was Boluogo himself who, under Trik's continuous defense, seized the opportunity to counterattack with his halberd and thunder, leaving him in a state of disarray.

"Okay, let's go."

As Weier spoke, the cat's eyes shone brightly, and then the power of the Glorious One ignited from its body, and an inexplicable heaviness weighed on Palmer's heart.

He screamed strangely, "The Glorious One?"

Palmer had thought that Weier had some strength, but he had never thought that even a cat had the power of the Glorious One.

"What? Are you discriminating against cats?"

As Wei'er spoke, she showed her sharp claws, which flashed dangerously under the attachment of ether.

Palmer discovered that the cat's claws at this time were indeed capable of tearing apart the Immortal Armor.

"Palmer, I'm not as strong as you think."

Suddenly, Weier became serious again and gave Palmer strict instructions, "My soul was stuffed into an inappropriate container, which caused my power to be restricted layer by layer. If I'm not careful, I will...

Break it open."

Palmer roughly understood what Weier meant, and wisps of strong wind wrapped around him. There was no obstacle in front of him, and Weier was also overflowing with secret energy, first covering himself, and then Palmer.

As if the color had faded, Palmer found that his body was becoming illusory little by little, like an untouchable phantom.

At this moment, furious thunder erupted from the front. In the flashing white light, Xinda flew to hide behind a stone pillar. Palmer was unable to avoid it, and a fatal thunder struck directly.

Amid Palmer's panicked screams, the thunder passed through Palmer easily, leaving a shocking scar on the ground behind him.

When Weier slapped Palmer on the face, his screams stopped. Then Palmer immediately checked himself and found that there was no injury. At this time, thinking of his illusory state, Weier

The sound sounded just right.

"This is my secret power, the Stealing Skirt. I twist my own ether into a skirt that can cover things, and make the things in the skirt completely ghost to avoid any attacks in a real sense. In other words,

Until our ether is consumed, or until the ether mutual repulsion is broken by the power of someone with the same glory, we will be invincible!"

Weier then added, "Of course, in this ghost state, we cannot interfere with reality in any way."

"This sounds somewhat similar to Church's secret power," Palmer commented. "Although the secret power is not as complex as his, it feels much more reliable in terms of safety."

Weier stepped on Palmer again, "Now, use your wind to throw me to Boluogo!"

Palmer nodded, picked up the back of Weier's neck, and got ready to throw. Weier's ether was still in the slowly increasing stage, and a sudden increase in pressure might cause its body to collapse.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking glass sounded again.

Now, everyone knows that this is the sound of reality breaking. But before, this sound was far away from everyone, but this time, it was very close, and the sound was continuous, like the collapsing ice surface, quickly spreading to everyone's feet.

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The filled ether suddenly enveloped the pilgrimage court, and there was also a little snow dust in the air for no reason. The temperature dropped suddenly, almost reaching subzero.

Palmer exhaled a white breath, and he realized that the Pilgrimage Court had fallen into the etheric realm, and at the same time, another thing had invaded this place.

The evil and crazy power came from behind without any cover. Palmer turned around stiffly and saw that the darkness and nothingness had spread through the scarlet carpet, completely surrounding everyone from behind.


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