The light gradually died down, and the crystal peaks collapsed one by one. With the clear and crisp sound of shattering, large tracts of snow dust filled the air, covering the charred ruins and bloody corpses.
Wildfires hit one by one until the entire battlefield was buried under the pale.
Holt raised his head tiredly, walking under the shadow of Veil and the protection of Scott. He looked in the direction of the Night King, and the vast snow dust rushed towards his face, like a heavy fog, blocking his vision.
The cold wind was blowing, as if a storm was approaching.
Holt grasped the secret sword with one arm and did not relax his vigilance due to the calmness of the battlefield. However, after being vigilant for a while, there was no abnormal etheric reaction, as if the flaming sword really penetrated all the powerful enemies.
The tense nerves only relaxed a little at this moment. Holt looked at the people around him, "Is everyone okay?"
"I'm fine...Scott is fine too."
Bode struggled to lift Scott up and checked briefly. Scott was in good health. Except for a few scratches on the surface of the statue, he was just like brand new.
It's so reliable. Bode plans to put Scott at the door as a welcome statue after returning to the Undead Club. If possible, Bode even wants to use him as the mascot of the Undead Club.
"I'm fine too," Palmer coughed painfully a few times, pushed the fainting Hinda next to him, and seeing that she was still breathing, he added, "Hinda is fine too, at least she's still alive."
Palmer then poked Weier, but Weier didn't react at all. He picked it up and shook it hard twice. Pieces of feathers fell off, and the flesh and blood split on their own. Warm blood flowed through Palmer.
Silent hands.
"There's something wrong with Weier, it's dead."
In order to protect a few people from the torrent of light, Weier once again performed exceptionally well, but the price was that her body once again collapsed and lost its vitality.
Palmer threw the Falcon's body aside and murmured, "You're safe now."
After these successive battles, Palmer was not sure whether there was still a body in the etheric realm for Wei'er to be resurrected. Maybe it would be directly refreshed in the land of eternal night, or even worse, it would become someone in the nearby sea.
Only starfish.
Palmer hoped that Weier would not turn into a starfish. It was unimaginable how troublesome it would be to recover a starfish in the vast sea.
After confirming each other's status, Holt's eyes fell to a nearby place. In the hazy snow dust, a black shadow gradually appeared. He took a few steps there, and a weak ether reaction appeared.
Ascend, it's Olivia.
"How are you?"
Holt was concerned, but as soon as he said the words, he realized that he had said nonsense.
Olivia was very bad. You could tell with just your eyes. Shortly after Sere threw himself into the torrent of light, Olivia also rushed in. When he was about to die, Sere had hallucinations.
, regarded Olivia as Aisha, and she used the secret power, Shadow of the Curtain, to protect Sere before he was incinerated by the light.
The Shadow of the Curtain is indeed a good secret power. It is not directly lethal, but it can provide extremely reliable protection for the condenser. But even so, Olivia still suffered heavy losses.
The once mysterious and elegant clothes became tattered, most of her body was scorched by the light, her body was bloody and bloody, oozing out little bits of blood. Her veil was also destroyed by the high temperature, and half of her delicate face was severely burned. Even her face was severely burned.
Each eyeball also evaporated into nothingness, leaving only a dark blood hole.
Olivia's condition was extremely bad, but as an undead, it wasn't enough to kill her, but Sere in her arms was different.
Sere was almost completely burned into a piece of coke, and the surface of his skin was carbonized and cracked. The remaining blood seeped out drippingly. Olivia didn't even dare to hug him hard. It seemed that a little squeeze could kill Sere.
Crushed into a ball of broken ashes.
Breathing gradually stops, death has arrived.
Holt walked to Sere's side and raised his severed arm without saying a word. Under the influence of etherification, this terrible wound had healed a lot, but Holt still used the secret sword again without hesitation.
When the wound is cut, it doesn't matter whether the broken arm can be regenerated or whether it will leave a soul scar.
Blood overflowed and fell into Sere's dry throat.
Olivia looked up at Holt, her remaining eyesight was extremely blurry, but she could still barely make out Holt's figure.
"Thanks."
"There's nothing to thank you for."
Holt stopped the wound and looked around cautiously again.
The situation of the battle was unclear at the moment, and only he and Bode were left with fighting ability. It was like a desperate fight to the death, with one fighter after another falling on the battlefield, and there were very few survivors.
A gust of wind passed by, scattering the surrounding snow and dust, and the vision became much clearer.
Holt saw the huge scar that spanned the ice field and the ruins of the royal city. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be unimaginable what a powerful force it was that could leave such a scar in the etheric realm.
His eyes moved along the gradually cooling scar, and at the end of the destruction, Holt saw Aimu.
Aimu should be the least injured among everyone, but even so, part of her body had already overheated at this time, and her knuckles melted, and were welded together after cooling.
Like a patient who couldn't control her hands, she tried to pick up the figure under her in an extremely deformed way, but no matter how hard Aimu tried, her stiff hands could not hold her up, and her eyes were extremely anxious.
.
Holt walked over. At the end of the scar, Aimu's position was like a huge explosion crater. The surrounding molten material had cooled down and was piled up in layers, like ripples on solidified water.
Further below, a depression was formed on the surface of the long-frozen ice sheet. In the hot residual temperature, an almost broken body lay at the core.
"Bologo..."
Holt said softly, his heart feeling cold.
At this time, Boluogo had turned into an indistinguishable carbonized corpse, as if embedded with the entire ruins and ice sheet. His arms completely disappeared, his lower limbs were shattered into ashes, and his torso cracked like a dead tree.
, but under the gap it is still gray-black, with no body or blood at all, as if all of it has been consumed in the burning of light.
Boluogo's face was unrecognizable, and his eye sockets were empty. The skin on his entire face had turned into a thin hard shell, and his rugged bones were completely highlighted.
If he hadn't known that Bologger was an immortal, with this level of injury, Holt would have planned to start a moment of silence.
"How long will it take for him to be resurrected?"
"I...I don't know."
Aimu shook his head and looked at Holt blankly, his eyes full of horror, as if Boluogo was really going to die this time.
Holt was also surprised by Amu's eyes. After noticing her emotions, he realized something was wrong with the situation, "What's going on?"
"He, his alchemy matrix was overloaded," Aimu tried hard to recall the situation he perceived. "In order to guide the light, the excess ether completely crushed his body. It's like...just like..."
Holt said solemnly, "The alchemical matrix was completely melted down."
Whenever a condenser encounters an injury that goes deep into the alchemical matrix, a soul scar will be formed on the alchemical matrix after the injury heals. It will hinder the flow of ether and the efficiency of the alchemical matrix. While affecting the strength of the condenser, it will also make them
There is a risk of regional collapse.
To use an interesting description that Holt heard, the alchemical matrix is like a circuit, and the soul scar is a resistor.
Bologo's current condition is a hundred times worse than that of soul scars. Under the guidance light, his alchemical matrix completely collapsed and melted down. Even if it can be healed again, it will still be an alchemical matrix full of soul scars, not to mention,
Can it really heal?
Can Borogo's gift, the Axis of Time, even heal the injuries from the Alchemy Matrix?
Amu didn't know, and Holt didn't know either. He just realized that now they had lost another reliable combat force, and the situation had once again become complicated and confusing.
"I can't find him," Aimu nervously raised his hands, which gradually became illusory. "Obviously, I could sneak into the depths of his heart before, but this time I can't find him."
When Bologg is absolutely severely injured, his resurrection period will become longer, but even in this case, Bologg's mind still exists, but this time all Amu can see is nothingness and darkness.
Holt became nervous, "You mean...he is dead, completely dead?"
Although they are said to be undead, many undead people still have ways to be killed. Once Boluogo is really dead... Holt doesn't dare to think about it.
Aimu looked at Boluogo anxiously. She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything. Her arms were gesturing meaninglessly, like a patient who was about to collapse.
At this time, another cold wind surged through, and the snow dust in the entire area was blown away. Holt's sight moved along the scar again. He saw the destroyed royal palace and the scorched battlefield.
At the end of everything, the evil and ferocious figure stood with difficulty.
The regent half-knelt on the ruins. Unlike everyone else, when the torrent of light struck, he stepped directly into the mirror world, perfectly avoiding this fatal baptism. But when he returned from the mirror world,
All that awaited him was the darkness of hatred.
"Traitor... damn traitor..."
A low scolding sound came from the head of the Prince Regent, and the darkness was like a parasite, firmly grasping the Prince Regent's body, wrapping around his throat, restricting his body, and sitting high on the Prince Regent's back.
The raised, scarlet eyes stared at the earth again.
Compared to the previous terrifying posture, the Night King's current form looked much weaker. The fire sword really severely injured him, and almost completely wiped out his life with one sword.
But under his stubborn and crazy desire to survive, and in the face of the abundant power of the etheric realm, the Night King once again survived by chance, and was lucky enough to receive the blessing of the devil.
A huge shadow was cast down, blocking out the sky.
Holt's eyes slowly moved up, and he saw the behemoth with thousands of arms and legs standing up again. The fire sword penetrated him, but it was far from capable of killing the being of original sin. As for the thousands of swords in the eternal battle,
At this time, most of it had disappeared, and only some scattered sword blades were left, stabbing out of his body in vain, making a final resistance.
Obviously, due to the power of arrogance, Sai Zong's defeat is only a matter of time.
Holt stood stiffly on the spot, an unprecedented sense of despair welling up in his heart. They paid so much to activate such a miraculous power, but in the end, they still failed.
But that doesn't mean Holt has to give up.
Holding the secret sword tightly, Holt stepped forward, as if the ethereal world understood his will and appreciated his spirit, and the world responded with a miracle.
The surrounding cold wind became even more biting, and the endless wind blew in, pulling in thousands of snow dust and ruthlessly sweeping across everyone's face.
A blazing white light rose from behind Holt. He turned around, and the blazing white storm penetrating the sky and the earth was very close at hand.
Secret source.
In an instant, an ethereal sense of holiness lingered on everyone with the alchemical matrix. They all felt the connection with the secret source. Even the tar body of Sin of Pride began to fall apart under this blazing white light.
Had to retreat.
Holt looked up at the sacred existence. As a Glorious One, he naturally knew the secrets on the starting scroll.
The eighth person, the source of the alchemical matrix...the God of Sublimation.
Holt is an atheist, but at this moment, he is willing to treat the mysterious source as a god and pray for the illusory turning point.
Then dense footsteps sounded from under the glow of the secret source. Holt wondered if he was hallucinating. He saw a group of ragged blood people walking away from the storm.
The blood people gathered in groups, each of them looked extremely fanatical and spoke mysterious prayers, like a group of devout pilgrims.
Melissa walked at the front of the team. Under her leadership, the aura of the Pure Land still protected them. No matter the cold wind or snow dust, even the darkness and fire could not invade them in the slightest.
Everyone was frozen in place, as if they had lost the ability to move, and could only watch and watch their arrival.
Melissa crossed Holt, crossed Aimu, and reached the bottom of the burning pit, stroking the broken body of Burlogo with a look of compassion.
"The blazing sun is extinguished."
Hot tears dripped from Melissa's eyes and seeped into Boluogo's withered body.
Before the sad atmosphere could spread, Melissa stood up, looked angry, and raised her arms and shouted.
"The sun will never burn out!"
"Never go out!"
The blood people fell into the same enthusiasm as Melissa, and they chanted together, as if they were telling a spell that could change reality.
"Tell me, what do you want?"
The elegant voice rang out among the crowd, and the voice seemed to not decay, sweeping across the ice field and reaching everyone's ears.
Whether it was Holt or Amu, even the Night King or the Regent, the moment they heard this voice, a strong sense of uneasiness rose from the bottom of their hearts, as if something evil and crazy was gradually emerging.
He is far more terrible than the evils of this world and more abominable than original sin.
There were no signs or anything unusual.
Hill, wearing a space suit, appeared among the crowd, and the golden mask reflected Melissa's eyes and everyone's eyes.
He asked again, "Tell me, what do you want?"
"The blazing sun."
Melissa said, and the other blood people also responded one by one, their voices rising and falling one after another.
"No, I mean something more essential."
Melissa's eyes were dazed for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, she became determined again. She understood what Hill meant and said frankly.
"revenge……"
Melissa's voice trembled, full of uncontrollable emotions.
"I seek the vengeance of the blazing sun, and kill these night tribes and all evil beings under the sun. I seek the blazing sun to break through this hell of blood and burn through the thick clouds.
I seek...the sun to rise again!"
Hill let out a burst of cheerful laughter, picked up the broken Boluogo, lifted his body with both hands, and raised it high.
"So what are you waiting for?" Hill cheered, "Give me your soul, and I will fulfill your wish."
The blood people are in great pain, they have nothing, they don’t pray for hope, and they don’t care whether the so-called soul exists or who it belongs to.
Revenge, the blood people just want revenge, revenge against these monsters that suck their blood.
eye for eye.
Until the night is burned away, until everything is quiet, until they can regain their freedom and see what the day looks like.
Hill noticed the wisps of released souls and felt the surging hatred. He raised Boluogo towards the secret source, as if he wanted to sacrifice him to this great existence.
"What are you waiting for?"
Hill shouted at the secret source, and his voice was like thunder, rolling past and echoing in the ethereal realm.
The secret source stood silently, and the shining ribbon extended from Bologo's body. The threads were entangled together and condensed into a solid tangle, slowly lifting Bologo up.
Like a grand ceremony, the broken body hovered under the gaze of the secret source. With the gradually rising heartbeat, Boluogo's decayed and silent body once again shone with the glow of the alchemical matrix. Those broken bodies
, the scattered paths were miraculously reset and spliced back together under the power of the secret source.
The ether flows through, illuminating the path one by one, as if the law has been broken, and the soul scars that should have been piled up layer by layer have disappeared. Just like going back in time, the broken alchemical matrix has returned to a perfect state.
No...it's not perfect yet, far from perfect.
The blood and flesh grew rapidly from Boluogo's remains, the bones were recast, the muscle fibers were heavily entangled, the blood vessels were interspersed, and the blood overflowed out of thin air, like a delicate anatomical model, until the new skin wrapped it all up.
In the bloody eye socket, the eyeball was rebuilt, the lens was adjusted to its original posture, and then the glow of the ether filled the pupils, like an awakened god.
Holt and others looked at this scene in disbelief. After a brief shock, Holt came to his senses. He realized Hill's identity as the devil, and also realized that Hill was guiding these blood people and making wishes with their souls.
Make a wish for Bologo.
Why?
Holt didn't understand. He just felt as if he had stepped into some unknown conspiracy, and then an even more shocking scene unfolded.
Bologo's broken alchemy matrix has been completely recast, but the secret source's adjustment to Bologo has not ended. The original path was divided into two, like the roots of a tree deeply piercing the earth, like the complexity of flesh and blood.
The paths of capillaries continue to differentiate and become more complex, spreading throughout every part of the soul and reflecting on every inch of the body.
"In this etheric realm, under the witness of the secret source, the soul is burning..."
It uses the sacrifice of the soul as the material, the power of the devil as the guide, and the restraint of the blood contract as the certificate.
Holt said in hindsight, "This is a ritual."
"A Glory One's... Ascension Ceremony."
From the moment he was implanted in the alchemy matrix, Bologo transformed into a chess piece, passing through layers of obstacles, defeating many powerful enemies, and finally reaching the bottom line - becoming the glorious queen.
The snow dust all over the sky was stagnant in mid-air. Under the shining light, they were as bright as stars, and in this gorgeous light, Boluoge opened his eyes.
Ripples of turbulent ether swept across the ice sheet.