For most people, the etheric world is a mysterious and unknown extraordinary realm. Everyone who steps into it will have respect and fear, and be full of vigilance in every word and deed, for fear of encountering dangerous variables here.
The same is naturally true for this team that was sent into the etheric realm. Before leaving, everyone was prepared to never return. Apart from fear, they also had sacred yearning and admiration in their hearts.
Except for people like Boluogo who see through the truth of the world, in the eyes of most condensers, the ethereal world is also a sacred place. If the condensers are regarded as believers, then this boundless and strange world is
The kingdom of heaven in their mythology.
Under various complex factors, everyone in the team has extremely complex emotions, cautious but also full of enthusiasm, fear and awe, but also full of curiosity.
It is also based on this series of psychological factors that when Boluo Ge came through the wind, cut off the heads of the speechless people in one fell swoop, and forcibly controlled their bodies, these powerful people in the material world were like iron.
The wall-like psychological defense fell apart in an instant.
"Ha ha……"
Heavy breathing sounds echoed one after another among the crowd.
The strange environment in the ethereal world makes their spirits highly tense, and every slightest movement will arouse their vigilance. The arrival of Boluogo is like a piercing alarm bell ringing directly in their ears. People with poor mental endurance may
Will pass out directly.
"You...what are you..."
A King's Secret Sword struggled to open his mouth. He clearly sensed the terrifying etheric reaction of the Glory One on Boluogo. However, at the first moment, he did not regard Boluogo as a Glory One, but as a Glory One.
A strange creature living in the ether.
As for the human appearance and voice of Bologo? This must be the disguise of some kind of monster, or even an illusory entity created by the etheric realm through their thoughts.
Yes, this is the etheric world. When did this sacred land become so lively, and you can actually meet other people by chance? Crazy!
Boluogo ignored the king's secret sword. His own ether was enriched in everyone's bodies, nailed into the ether at every joint, and then seeped into the alchemical matrix.
Now, Bologo not only controls everyone's bodies, but also restrains their alchemy matrix. Everyone's life and death depend on Bologo's thoughts, and this is the power of the Glorious Ones.
"You are just guards."
Boluogo looked back and forth at the King's Secret Swords. There were six of them in total, and they were all power-bearers. Even in the Pillar of King's Power, they were quite a force, and each of them wore a Secret Sword.
The power of control turned into invisible tentacles, wrapped around their waists, picked up the hilt of the sword, and silently unsheathed the secret swords one after another. They were of different styles, some were luxurious and complicated, and some were simple and simple. Take a rough look at them.
, the qualitative transformation levels of these secret swords are also inconsistent, some are good and some are bad.
Boluogo did not have a detailed understanding of the properties of these secret swords. These fancy special properties would not be of much help to him as a Glory Man now, unless these secret swords were from Xilin, the first class.
The secret swords were arranged in order, with the sword tips pointing downward, surrounding Boluogo, like invisible sword-carrying guards.
Borlog asked, "Who among you is the leader?"
The power of control that bound everyone was partially released, allowing them to regain control of their heads, but their bodies still seemed to be petrified, standing motionless in place.
The few people maintained a fragile composure, exchanged glances with each other, and then all looked at the body of the Silent Man lying on the ground, already covered with several layers of snowflakes.
Boluogo was stunned for a moment and sighed helplessly.
Also, these people are walking in the etheric realm for the first time. If they are thrown in rashly, they might be swallowed up by the secret source. It is normal for the speechless person to lead the team, but the speechless person is immediately killed by Bo Luogo.
Beheaded.
"What is the purpose of your traveling through the etheric realm?" Bologo said, looking back at the shining big rift, "Is it for this?"
"You wouldn't know."
One of them shook his head firmly, and the fear in his eyes was replaced by courage.
They are not street gangsters, but powerful people with authority. They have received various trainings, making their minds as hard as steel. After a brief panic, reason once again prevailed, showing Boluogo what they have done.
proud.
"oh."
Boluogo simply replied, and the next second, the man's voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, stuttering and unclear.
The man's head was inexplicably deflated, his eyeballs were bloodshot and bulged outwards, and little drops of blood overflowed from his eyes like tears. He gritted his teeth, and a terrifying clicking sound came from his lips, as if he was hard.
He bit his own teeth into pieces.
Bang!
The man's entire head seemed to be squeezed by a huge force, and instantly exploded into a ball of dirty blood. Brain tissue, skull, blood and other substances were mixed together, turning into a sticky ball mixed with red and white.
blood cell.
The headless corpse fell straight down. After a few seconds, the blood cells burst and the fishy-smelling tissue spilled onto the floor.
Everyone's eyes were trembling. Even though there was a precedent of the Silent Man, seeing a person in power die in such a humiliating way without any resistance still had a huge impact on them.
An unimaginable impact.
"You...you are not a creature of the etheric realm."
Another person said with a trembling voice. His eyes fell on Boluogo. After touching him for a moment, he left in horror, not daring to look at Boluogo.
He said with difficulty, "You...you are Borogo, Borogo Lazarus."
This name seemed to be a curse, and the people who listened felt a deep chill and death. They carefully turned their eyes and looked at Boluogo. Soon, the face that emerged from the snow dust was the same as what they remembered.
The faces gradually overlapped.
In the past, Boluogo's information was very detailed in everyone's minds, detailing all the major events since Boluogo took office. But now, those complicated words have disappeared, and in their memory, there is only such an extremely brief sentence.
talk.
Boluogo Lazarus, the Immortal, the Glorious One.
"you know me?"
Boluogo looked at the man, raised his hand, and his body walked towards Boluogo uncontrollably.
"Then can you tell me, why did you appear in the Ethereal Realm?" Bologg doubted, "Is it to cross the Great Rift and launch an attack on the Rhine League?"
The man frowned, his eyes wandering, "We are..."
Hearing the man's slow voice, Boluogo said first, "Are you stalling for time?"
The man was stunned. At this moment, he noticed that Boluogo was looking at him with a mocking look.
"I guessed it right? Not only are you stalling for time, you are also trying to activate the secret power."
"No, how did you..."
Burlogo interrupted again, "How do I know?"
Sighing in disappointment, Boluogo clenched his fists little by little, and his voice gradually became stern, "Of course I know. Not even a trace of ether flow in your body can escape my perception. I know very well what you are doing.
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Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the man's chest, as if a heavy hammer had hit his heart. His energy and blood surged. Then, he felt that the ether in his body was stirring, no longer under his control, and it was running rampant in the alchemy matrix.
.
In almost a few seconds, the violent ether tore the alchemical matrix into holes, and the clots of blood clogged the man's throat. He felt as if his internal organs were on fire, his blood was boiling, and his organs were squirming.
The man's breathing became heavy and accelerated, as if he was about to suffocate. He began to breathe too much. His eyes stared at Boluogo in horror. Under Boluogo's indifferent expression, suddenly, the man's breathing stagnated, and his eyes moved a little.
The ground fell apart.
Steaming heat rose from the man's body surface, and his skin seemed to have been burned by the high temperature, turning an eye-catching red color. Boluoge removed his control power, and the man's body fell straight to the ground, covered in snow and dust.
Cover the body, melt into water and flow over it, and soon solidify into ice,
He died. The cause of death was the overload collapse of the alchemical matrix, which tore his soul into pieces. The injuries at the soul level were reflected on his body, and his internal organs were burned away by the rising ether.
In the blink of an eye, another person in power died.
"Everyone, I'm in a hurry," Boluogo became anxious, "I just want to know, what on earth are you going to do?"
Boluogo misses Aimu a little. If she were here, with the power of Xindiying, everything would be much smoother. But that's just saying that. Boluogo doesn't plan to bring Aimu. This trip is too dangerous.
, facing the noise and unknown.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
Some people cursed uncontrollably. Before stepping into the ethereal realm, they thought they would encounter various dangers, but they never expected that they would directly encounter Bologo.
The etheric world is so strange and mysterious that even the Glory Ones dare not step into it easily. But Boluogo is an exception. He has long been accustomed to this extremely dangerous place. Even the King's Secret Sword did not expect his powerful arrival.
.
"Next."
Bologg said, looking at the man who was cursing constantly. His power of control was indeed powerful, but unfortunately, Bologg could only control their bodies, but could not control their minds.
Seeing Boluogo walking step by step, the man's heart was completely in suspense. Six secret swords rose into the air, and the sword tips revolved around his neck. It seemed that as long as Boluogo gave an order, they would intersect and penetrate.
The man was completely strangled.
"me……"
The impact of death repeatedly baptizes the man's spirit, and memories of the past and thoughts of pros and cons are crazily intertwined and expanded in his mind.
Boluogo knew that he was about to succeed.
As the King's Secret Sword, these people have experienced many life-and-death fights, but in those battles they all have room to fight back and have the ability to resist fate. But now in front of Boluogo, they are like fish on the chopping board. They can only
Desperately greeting Boluogo's butcher's knife.
This sense of powerlessness and despair is the power that can truly destroy their minds.
Boluogo came to the man, looked at his face full of fear, and a secret sword slowly sank, pressing against his heart, piercing his clothes inch by inch, and sinking into his flesh and blood...
The thrust of the secret sword was not fast, on the contrary, it was extremely slow, allowing the man to clearly feel the coldness of the metal, and the pain expanded little by little, and he felt the foreign object burrowing into his body little by little.
Boluogo stared into the man's eyes. He was like a cruel executioner, repeatedly cutting the man's nerves with a saw blade.
Just before the man's mind was about to collapse, Boluogo suddenly stopped his movements and turned to look at the waiter of disaster who was wearing a red robe and had been silent.
These cultists are completely unreasonable lunatics. Therefore, from the beginning, Boluogo had no intention of interrogating the Disaster Waiter and obtaining any information from him. He only used the power of control to forcibly control him.
Make plans again.
But Boluogo discovered that even though he did control his body and the alchemical matrix, some subtle changes still occurred in the Waiter of Disaster.
The flesh and blood squirmed slowly under his robe, as if there were several huge snakes moving around his body. The fishy blood was coming out with his breathing, like some kind of poisonous mist, and the red color could be clearly seen.
The breath dispersed in the wind and snow.
Boluogo stood vigilantly, moved forward with a secret sword, and gently opened the hood that covered his face.
In an instant, the madness spread rapidly, and a face already covered with blood appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes. There was a twisted and crazy smile on the face, and the corners of the mouth were raised high, almost deformed.
"I see you, Borrogo."
The man opened his mouth, and the voice that came out was a seductive female voice.
Boluogo didn't hesitate at all. The secret energy exploded, and the ether surged. Six secret swords penetrated the Disaster Waiter's body at high speed from all directions. The ether surged in along the wound, destroying his flesh and blood tissue, and the alchemical matrix crushed him.
Shattered, cutting off all vitality of the Disaster Waiter.
No, it's too late.
The man opened his mouth wide and laughed silently. Under the gaze of everyone, the corners of his mouth further twisted until his entire head seemed to be torn in half, leaving only the bloody mouth.
A pair of plain white hands stretched out from the man's enlarged throat. As his arms opened, a graceful and charming body came out, and moaning laughter echoed.
Boluogo had a serious look on his face and was fully prepared for battle, while the others' faces turned pale and there was no trace of blood.
This is an extremely weird scene, as if two bodies of a man and a woman are roughly spliced together. The lower body is a man's body, and above the twisted and expanded throat, it looks like a female body drilled from another dimension, scarlet.
Her long hair fell down, covering her chest, and the hot blood slapped Boluogo's face.
Beelzebub smiled and said, "What a coincidence, we meet again."
Bologo's face was livid, and the power of control erupted again. The secret sword that penetrated the body of the Disaster Waiter was withdrawn at high speed, turned back, and penetrated the body repeatedly.
After each blow, the violent ether penetrates deeper into the body, strangling its resurrection power from a microscopic level, causing the nearly immortal flesh and blood to decline.
In the past, Boluogo would have killed the immortal body with great ease, but this time it was different. Beelzebub's power came in person, even if it was just a weak projection, it could not change the nature of her devilish power.
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Beelzebub didn't seem to feel any pain. On the contrary, she laughed more and more harshly due to Boluogo's series of attacks.
The red robe on the Disaster Waiter suddenly exploded, and behind the torn cloth strips, his body covered with tumors was revealed. The skin was covered with hideous blisters, and foul-smelling blood slowly oozed out.
Bologo controlled the body and mind of the Disaster Waiter, but failed to control the flesh and blood plague buried deep in his body. With the arrival of Beelzebub, this disaster completely broke out.
The body of the Waiter of Disaster swelled rapidly, like a giant corpse enlarged by edema. A crack split along the throat to the chest, like a split petal, completely revealing Beelzebub's upper body.
In the thick blood mist, the cross-sections of the flesh petals were hung with sticky juice, and sharp bone spurs protruded like rib cages, protecting the delicate female body like interlaced canine teeth.
"You shouldn't be here, Bologo," Beelzebub said loudly, "You should know what the real threat is in the etheric realm!"
Boluogo remained silent. Of course he knew what the real terrifying existence was in the etheric realm. It was not the secret source or the boundless void, but the devil.
The etheric realm is the base camp of the devils, where their essence lies.
From the first moment Bologo entered the etheric world, he entered the home of the devils. The reason why he moved forward without any pressure was simply because the etheric world was so vast that the devils had no precise coordinates.
, unable to find the existence of Bologo.
But now it's different. This waiter of disaster has become the anchor, calling the devil back.
Blood dripped from the body of the Waiter of Disaster and dripped on the ice. The blood quickly became active, and started from the feet of the Waiter of Disaster, paving a carpet of flesh and blood.
The high-concentration ether environment is the perfect food for the flesh-and-blood plague. In the blink of an eye, these fungus blankets enveloped the surrounding area. The king's secret swords imprisoned by Boluogo showed no resistance amidst the miserable wailing sounds.
The ground was wrapped and swallowed by wildly growing hyphae.
"Beelzebub!"
Boluogo shouted, high-concentration ether was swimming in the body of the Disaster Waiter, and the secret swords that penetrated his body also trembled violently, as if they had been calcined by fire and the blades were red-hot.
There are cracks all over.
Ding ding ding!
First there were dull explosions, and then the secret swords exploded one after another. The alchemy matrix collapsed, triggering a series of explosions in the body of the Waiter of Disaster.
The flesh-and-blood body swelled with fatal holes one after another dripping with blood, followed by broken blade fragments, like high-speed projectiles, speeding and slashing at the already tattered body.
"How brave you are, Bologo, how dare you swing your sword at a noble devil."
Beelzebub touched his cheek, and a little blood dripped. Even if the flesh flap closed in time, allowing the interlaced bones and teeth to protect the body, there were still some deadly fragments that penetrated the flesh and scratched her.
That pretty face.
"You have no idea what happened..."
After a heavy blood mist, Bologo strode forward with his sword and ax, and interrupted Beelzebub's words with an angry shout.
"I really don't know what's going on with the world."
Bologo stepped forward and rushed in front of the Disaster Waiter, raising his head. He was so close to Beelzebub, and the woman seemed to be sitting on a throne of flesh and blood, within reach.
"But I know that since you appear in front of me in this posture, that means your body is restrained by something?"
With a grudge bite, Boluogo cut open the bloated abdomen of the Disaster Waiter in one fell swoop. As the blood spurted out, the power of control exploded. The blood solidified into red blood ice, and then the broken blade fragments were forced into
Emerging from the flesh, like flickering dust, it surrounded Bologo at high speed.
Beelzebub narrowed his eyes, and Boluogo observed her subtle reaction and laughed, "I guessed it right, didn't I?"
The devils Bologo sees now, their appearance is just a layer of skin used for disguise, their true essence is the sticky and stinky tar, and only when they are completely tarred can their power be fully demonstrated.
But in this unrestrained etheric realm, Beelzebub actually still appeared in front of him in the form of flesh and blood. In other words, what came here was only her will and part of her power.
Given the enmity between Beelzebub and Beelzebub, Beelzebub would not let Beelzebub go so easily. Since tons of tar did not pour out of the body of the Disaster Waiter, this may mean that Beelzebub's
The main body is busy with other things.
For example, fighting near the Great Rift.
Beelzebub looked disgusted, "You are really an annoying guy!"
Beelzebub responded with the roar of an engine. The saw ax and Bologo's left arm grew together. Bologo stepped forward, jumped up, and struck Beelzebub head-on with the scarlet hand axe.
The fragments surrounding Bologo fell together along the path of the ax blade, like a heavy rain of steel.
With loud explosions, the staggered saw blades bit off the white bone rib cage, and the closed flesh flaps were turned into mud by the rain of metal. The high-speed slashes of the resentful bite cut away the flesh and blood wrapped around Beelzebub until the abominable
The plain white body can be seen clearly in front of Boluogo's eyes.
Beelzebub's eyes were blank for a while. It was not clear whether there was a problem with the battle situation on her own side, or whether she was out of breath due to Boluogo's violent attack.
Boluogo didn't care what Beelzebub was thinking. The power of control erupted from the flesh and blood, and the blood condensed into ice crystals, breaking out one by one, completely tearing the body of the Disaster Waiter, like a
A blooming flower of blood.
Among the scarlet flowers, Beelzebub was the only thing still alive in the stamen. Boluogo pierced Beelzebub's heart with a sword, and then grabbed her by the throat.
The woman's consciousness seemed to have come to a reaction, and a lot of anger appeared on her numb face, but before she could fully display her anger, there was only a clear sound, and Boluoge cut her throat.
The ax blade struck the head, splitting the woman's face into two, shattering the skull and brain tissue. The force was so great that even the eyeballs were turned into bloody blood. Then Bologg put his hand into the horrific wound.
Inside, he grasped the bloody spine.
Boluogo took a deep breath. The next action was indeed very risky. But if his inference was correct, Beelzebub was being controlled by others. Coupled with the perfect environment of the ethereal world, Boluogo would find it difficult to control his curiosity.
Don't do it.
Yes, since I dare to offend the secret source anyway, what is the enemy of the devil?
The pure whiteness of the ether shone in Bolog's eyes, and while Beelzebub still had the power left here, he activated the secret energy without hesitation.