The once majestic and majestic Chifeng has long been distorted into a broken appearance by the continuous wars. The earth has cracked into horrific scars, filled with countless corpses, and the mountain can no longer support the heavy weight.
, it collapsed towards the ground inch by inch, falling into the endless darkness, and there was a faint sound of rolling liquid.
A moment later, hysterical wails came from the darkness, and densely packed figures rushed out of the cracks like a colony of ants, like rising scarlet spring water, filled with taboo and terror.
On the broken earth, in front of the solidified lightning, the third seat steadily waved the two swords in his hands, like a stern sculpture, calmly and accurately severing throats and mincing skulls.
Originally, Boluogo had cut off the blood river here and prevented the earth from turning into flesh. However, as Beelzebub fully launched the Kingdom of Coal, the interrupted blood river became sticky due to the burst of the core heart in the Pillar of Kingship.
The torrent of blood dredged the blocked river channel, causing this place to be once again shrouded in the kingdom of coagulation.
At this point, those flesh and blood creatures that were supposed to be dead stood up again, roaring and roaring, and rushed towards the third seat, the only living creature within several kilometers.
After many days of continuous high-intensity fighting, the body and spirit of the third seat have reached the limit. The proud Silver Knights were also destroyed by the flesh and blood creations in the fighting again and again. Even the third seat
His own armor was now covered with cracks and gaps, and the deformed flesh and blood hidden inside helplessly leaked out thick, foul-smelling body fluids.
"Ha ha……"
Hoarse and heavy breathing came from under the damaged breastplate. Through the cracked gap, a bloodshot eye looked at the scarlet outside world.
Another creature of flesh and blood rushed forward. It was like a furless beast, covered in blood, and it waved its sharp claws like a slashing sword.
Under the continuous impact of the tide of flesh and blood, this group of flesh and blood creations have discovered the fatigue of the third seat. They are like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey, constantly consuming the strength of the third seat, until at a certain moment of trance, they bite him to pieces.
throat.
The third seat took a step back. Although his movements were a bit clumsy and slow, he managed to avoid the attack of the flesh and blood creation, neither too early nor too late.
He swung the long sword full of cracks in his hand and penetrated the throat of the flesh and blood creation. Aether surged along the sword body, completely shattering the body of the flesh and blood creation into a piece of sticky blood foam.
One flesh and blood creation fell down, and more flesh and blood creations swarmed in. In order to avoid being surrounded, the third seat could only fight and retreat. One after another, the flesh and blood creations fell in front of his eyes, and the cracks on his sword blade became more and more numerous.
The more there are, the thinner one's own ether stock becomes with each slash.
It is rare for a defender to be forced into such a desperate situation. The continuous tide of flesh and blood continues to consume the ether of the third seat. If it continues to be consumed in this state, the third seat will not be able to hold on for long before it is completely overwhelmed by these flesh and blood creations.
fall.
"Damn..."
A vague curse sounded from under the breastplate, and a strong stinging feeling came from the third seat's body. He knew exactly where the pain came from.
This is the precursor to the exhaustion of ether.
As the ether in the body is exhausted, every time the alchemical matrix is forcibly driven, it will try to absorb ether from the outside world, and this tough ether conversion process will put a huge load on the body and the alchemical matrix.
Scarlet blood drops rushed towards his face, and the sticky and taboo blood penetrated the defenses of the ether and armor. They dripped along the cracks in the metal and dripped under the breastplate, coming into contact with the deformed body of the third seat.
Before the change, the etheric defense built by the third seat was enough to block the blood, but as his own state reached the limit, it was difficult for the third seat to muster the energy to carry out such a thorough defense.
The blood flowed through the third seat's body, and ferocious tumors grew wildly from the surface of the flesh, compressing the third seat's body and internal organs. The expanded flesh and blood squeezed the breastplate into a bulge, and cracks spread everywhere.
Granulation sprouts emerged from the cracks like weeds.
A vague scream sounded, and with the ether depleted, even the ether transformation became extremely difficult for the third seat. While enduring the corrosion of the flesh and blood plague, another batch of flesh and blood creations attacked head-on, and the third seat swung the broken sword.
He slashed at their heads with his sword.
After the sharp sound of the sword, several broken bodies fell beside the third seat. Only half of the sword blade in his hand was left. With a shaky strike, the broken blade was embedded in the twisted flesh.
in the body.
"Ha ha……"
The breathing sound of the third seat became heavier and heavier. The growing sarcoma was squeezing his already weak lungs, and every breath required all his strength.
Discarding the broken sword in his hand, the third person picked up the Immovable Sword, raised his hand and opened the broken breastplate on his chest, opening the cracks little by little, until a large piece of armor was completely lifted, stained with
The thick liquid was thrown aside.
A chill swept over the third seat's mind, and half of the breastplate of the armor was opened, thus exposing most of the third seat's deformed body, and his head squeezed by flesh and blood reluctantly
He reached out, opened his bloodshot eyes, and looked at the vast expanse of scarlet in front of him.
Another deep breath sounded.
Without the restraints of the breastplate, the third seat felt a lot more comfortable. At least breathing was not so difficult. He moved his eyes to the side with difficulty. He saw his already deformed body. Under the influence of the flesh and blood plague, it became more and more beautiful.
A piece of flesh sprouts grew out, and they squirmed slowly, sucking the blood from the third seat.
The Immovable Sword slashed down, and after a burst of unbearable pain, most of the fleshy sprouts were removed. But soon, they grew again, piercing deeply into the flesh and blood of the third seat, like a crazy swaying mass.
sea anemone.
The third seat was in a daze. He knew that if he wanted to survive, he had to leave here.
For a defender, escaping from the siege of the flesh and blood tide is not a difficult task. As long as he leaves this place and relaxes his depleted ether a little, he can become etherized again and resist the corrosion of the flesh and blood plague...
Yes, as long as the third seat leaves here, this horrific injury will not kill him.
But... but...
The third seat drove the armor that wrapped himself, slowly grabbed his body, and looked at the solidified lightning not far away. The real anchor was still embedded in the gap between the two worlds, forcibly connecting it with the one that should not have overlapped.
worlds.
Once he leaves this place, the Third Seat understands that the tide of flesh and blood will definitely destroy the anchor of the real world and interrupt the connection between the two worlds... The Third Seat does not know what kind of reinforcements there will be in the future, or how powerful it should be.
How can reinforcements be used to solve the current world-ending crisis?
But the third seat knows that this is the task Xilin has given him, so he must stick to it until the last moment, no matter what.
With a crisp metallic sound, the third seat removed another piece of armor from his chest, completely exposing his deformed body to the air.
This feeling is uncomfortable for the third seat. This has nothing to do with whether it is safe, but because the third seat is not used to being so directly exposed to the world.
Born with a deformity, he has been hiding since he was a child, hiding under a cloak, behind a curtain, and under an armor.
Now, the third seat no longer hides his twisted body, and just shows it. He raises the immovable sword, and with the sword as bright as a mirror, the third seat looks at his ugly body, and then looks at it again.
To the creatures of flesh and blood that are constantly approaching.
"It seems that I am no different from you, equally ugly and terrible."
The third person tightened his grip on the Immovable Sword, took a posture to face the enemy, and stood in front of the solidified lightning. He murmured, "No, we are different. I have a soul and a belief."
The tide of flesh and blood swarmed in, and in an instant, the third seat was submerged in the bloody tide and disappeared.
Suddenly, a flash of silvery white bloomed among the scarlet, and then the manic ether, accompanied by the force of the sword, abruptly opened a vacuum in the bloody torrent, cutting off the progress of the flesh and blood creations.
The figure of the third seat emerged from the flying blood foam. The originally silver-white armor had been stained with an indelible layer of scarlet. Dense blood-colored fluff hung on the armor, biting together with the metal. Even the third seat
The exposed deformed body was also corroded by the plague of flesh and blood.
But the third seat seemed to be indifferent to pain, not caring about the corroded body, but further calling the ether, forcibly plundering the surrounding power.
Ether surged into his alchemy matrix roughly, and tiny cracks emerged in the alchemy matrix. Then, the third seat burned with the remaining ether, wielding a terrifying sword force, tearing the torrent into pieces.
, to keep them out of the defense line.
The vague and hoarse voice roared wildly, and it was difficult to tell what exactly he was saying. It might be some curse words, some encouraging words, or it might simply be an expression of emotion and a mockery of the incompetence of the God of Death.
Slash, slash, slash again and again!
The sticky flesh and blood got into the gaps in the armor, like proliferating rust, forcibly blocking the joints of the arms. Then, like spider webs, they completely covered the third armor, binding the legs, and they could not move.
No.
The brilliance of the ether was released from the bloodshot pupils. The third seat decisively detonated his only remaining ether. With absolute extraordinary power, he forcibly shook open the surrounding flesh and blood, like a fatal shock wave passing by.
All the flesh and blood fell apart and turned into broken blood foam.
With this self-sacrifice blow, the third seat successfully shook away the flesh and blood around it, creating a pure land abruptly.
Flesh and blood rolling, making a comeback.
No matter how tenacious and powerful the third seat's will is, all things will still reach the final limit. Under the continuous corrosion and ether erosion, the armor wrapping the third seat let out a mournful cry, and the solid metal fell apart one by one.
It shattered and turned into fragments and powder all over the ground.
The third seat just fell to the ground. He stretched out his slender hands with difficulty and struggled to crawl on the ground. As for his feet, they had long been degenerated into two lumps of flesh due to congenital deformities.
Not to mention that under the corrosion of the flesh plague, the entire lower body of the third seat was wrapped in twisted flesh.
He did not think about solving the flesh-and-blood plague in himself, but spent all his ether on killing the enemy. Now his armor was shattered, and his deformed body was struggling to move on the ground like a large worm.
The slender hands grasped the Immovable Sword with difficulty.
The surrounding flesh and blood creations came closer again, and they made sharp whistles. It didn't sound like they were threatening, but more like they were mocking the third seat... just like those people before.
There was an inexplicable anger in the third seat's heart. It was not anger at his deformed body, the ridicule in his eyes, nor anger at the coming of death.
He was just angry at himself, blaming himself for not being able to hold on to the anchor of reality.
The third seat grabbed the Immovable Sword with all his strength, used the remaining ether to control the heavy blade, tried to carry it, and continued to kill the enemy, but in the end the rock-like sword fell to the ground.
There was a crisp sound on the ground.
At the same time, the third seat itself fell with it.
The crazy growth of flesh sprouts completely wrapped his thin and deformed body, turning it into a crazily shaking ball of flesh and blood. The flesh and blood creations strode forward, and the vast blood covered everything in the field of vision.
In the last blurry consciousness of the third seat, he felt a heartbreaking pain, but soon the pain disappeared, and instead he felt a relaxed and comfortable feeling, like lying flat on a soft big bed...
"What a blessing."
Pale words echoed in the ever-fuzzy consciousness.
Few people know that the third person has a small wish in his heart, that is, to lie in bed and sleep comfortably like a normal person.
This wish may sound too ordinary to be true, but for the third seat, it is an unattainable dream.
The third seat's body was born with a congenital deformity, and his spine was curved in a huge arc. He could not lie flat on the bed like ordinary people, and could only curl up like an ugly caterpillar.
Apparently, this is death.
It is unimaginable that death is such a gentle thing. The fatigue all over the body is eliminated, and even the heaviness of the deformed body is also dissipated. The third seat feels that his soul breaks away from the shackles of the body, and steadily
Stretching.
The third seat heard someone saying something to him.
It was a vague conversation. The third person couldn't understand what the other party was saying, but he instinctively felt the friendliness and loftiness of the other party, and subconsciously understood that the other party wanted to make a certain deal with him.
The third seat almost lost the ability to think, but with instinctive perception and recognition from his soul, he agreed to the unknown and mysterious existence.
The other party also agreed to him.
At the end of his life, like a flashback, the third person slowly opened his eyes.
He saw a gleam of bright gold emerging from the cracks in the real anchor bit by bit. It was so huge and spectacular that it did not require any attack methods. Just the leaked ether was enough to set off rounds of fatal impacts.
, leveling all the flesh and blood creations on the earth.
The slender tentacles mixed with gold and flesh rolled up the third seat's body from the sea of blood. The third seat could feel that his body was rapidly decaying, and his consciousness seemed to have passed through some kind of boundary and became
It becomes more and more blurred, and its own soul is compressed and refined in this process.
In the end, the deformed body of the third seat disintegrated and collapsed in mid-air, completely turning into a ball of gray dust and dissipating in the wind. The tentacles scattered from the huge thing rolled up a cloud of dust from the dust.
A crystal clear philosopher's stone is recycled into the dazzling golden color.
In the echo of his consciousness, the third seat saw a hazy white light. There were countless figures waiting for him at the end of the light, and they welcomed him to join.
The third seat followed them in groups.
…
At the top of the Pillar of Royal Power, in the final duel arena, as Beelzebub fully operated the Kingdom of Coal, the earth turned into flesh and blood, swallowing thousands of people. They were wrapped in eggs of flesh and blood, forcibly condensing the philosophers.
The stone is then transported to this heart through the underground blood river, like the blood vessels throughout the empire.
In the rising evil power, the power of the King of Terror has reached the limit of the Glorious One, and he strides forward towards the Crowned One.
Both Boluogo and Xilin felt this great change, but fortunately, it took a certain amount of time for the Kingdom of Gel to convert the philosopher's stones and transfer their power to the King of Terror. Therefore, today's King of Terror
He is just at the end of the glorious ones and has not yet become the true crowned one.
"Interrupt this ceremony!"
Xilin roared at Boluogo, and pierced the secret sword forward one after another. In an instant, the speechless ones blocking the road were chopped into pieces of broken limbs.
They fell down one by one, but stood up one after another. Scarlet threads stretched out from the severed limbs, stitching the broken bodies back together.
This is the power that originally belonged to Beelzebub, but now it is exerted on the chosen one of Mammon. Xilin's heart sank. This means that the two devils have truly formed an alliance in order to win the final dispute.
, they are even willing to open their strength to each other.
Boluogo on one side responded to Xilin with manic ether bombardment. Compared with Xilin's rough and dazzling fighting style, Boluogo fought like a sharp dagger, and he couldn't do anything shocking.
formation, but every blow is deadly enough, making it difficult for the enemy to parry.
The blazing fire adhered to the resentment, and when it split open the armor and flesh and blood of the Silent Ones, the sudden fire also burned their bodies, preventing the resurrection of their flesh and blood from the source.
The infinite sharpness of the secret energy is given to the saw axe, and every saw-tooth blade that is split exudes a sharp edge. When it cuts through flesh and blood and chops bones and muscles, it is also accompanied by their own alchemical matrix.
They were chewed into pieces together, erasing their extraordinary properties.
The corpses piled up like a mountain beside Boluogo, and he slashed tirelessly, as if swimming upstream in a torrent, and soon a path of blood formed under his feet.
But as Boluogo and Xilin slaughtered wantonly, they gradually felt a powerful resistance slowly rising, blocking their progress from all directions and preventing them from reaching the throne.
"Stop fighting with the Speechless Ones!"
Boluogo shouted towards Xilin, "Their power is concentrating little by little. When they die down to the last person, that last person will also have the power of the crowned one!"
Compared with the King of Terror, Boluogo feels that the truly terrifying opponent is the Silent One. He does not need the huge system of the Kingdom of Slurry and thousands of philosopher's stones. As long as the individuals are reduced to the last person,
He can gain the supreme power through exclusive use of the ether pool.
Nowadays, every time a speechless person dies, it invisibly strengthens the entire group of speechless people.
"You said these ghosts can also break through and become crowned ones?"
Xilin glanced at the resurrected Silent Ones. After being entangled and wrapped in blood, the countless remaining bodies were spliced into a huge, deformed and weird flesh ball. Then, the flesh ball was placed on Xilin's body.
Under the compression of the field, it disintegrated into a delicate pulp.
"It's so difficult."
Xilin had a gloomy face. He had thought that this last battle would be difficult, but he never thought it would be so difficult.
The power of control ruthlessly distorted the ground beneath his feet, and the marble layers shattered. Xilin's body was propped up, like a tall tower rising from the ground, rushing out directly from the siege of the Silent Ones.
Xilin's figure rose high, and before he could take action, a series of etheric shocks mixed with lightning erupted from the speechless ones below. The chaotic explosion occupied most of the night sky, and countless rubbles fell down.
, like a cannonball, hitting the ground.
The etheric reaction of the Glorious One emerged from the smoke, and then several secret swords pierced through the dust and pierced the King of Terror on the throne. At the same time, the scarlet cross bloomed from above the throne, and the cylinder appeared from the light. Hold on tightly
The Core Flame Sword struck down the King of Terror on his head.
The ether was excited and collided with each other. The heavy energy ripples were like substantial shock waves, ruthlessly sweeping across the duel field.
In the dazzling light, Xilin is located above the King of Terror. The core flame sword is burning like a welding gun operating at full strength. Under the blade, the King of Terror raises his head stiffly. Under the golden mask are a pair of
Wushen's empty eyes seemed to be protected by an invisible barrier. No matter how sharp the blade was, it would never fall even half a cent.
"Are you really obsessed with killing him?" Beelzebub smiled and stretched out his hand, gently pressing the tip of the Core Flame Sword, "Kill your own...father."
"He is not my father." Xilin grabbed another secret sword and slashed it towards the invisible barrier. "My father died on that day."
The sound of metal trembled, and the secret sword was obviously unable to bear the power of Xilin, and it could not break through this invisible barrier. The blade shattered and flew in the slashing force, sparks flickering and disappearing into the darkness.
Beelzebub's laughter grew louder and he mocked mercilessly, "So what if you can kill him? He is just a puppet of mine."
Dark tar emerged from her eyes, like a rolling dark abyss, sucking in the souls of countless gazers.
"Facing me, the culprit, what can you do?"
Beelzebub was arrogant and mocking.
Xilin's eyes were red, the field was compressed to the limit, and terrifying power collapsed from all directions. The two ethers clashed together, bursting out a series of dense currents, flickering and twisting continuously.
The dazzling rays of light were connected together, forming a spherical electric cage that completely enveloped the figure of the King of Terror.
In the electric cage, the figure of the King of Terror stood still. He was not affected at all. It was even said that he still had the energy to fight back against Xilin.
The majestic ether shot out, and a powerful repulsive force opened up Xilin's field. In the past, Xilin's method was enough to annihilate all powerful enemies into dust, but this time he couldn't even suppress the King of Terror.
arrive.
The field was forcibly broken through by the supreme power, and the electric cage quickly spread in all directions, sweeping over Xilin's body, and the powerful ether impact knocked him down from the air.
The speechless ones below were already ready to attack, ready to activate the ether at any time to tear Xilin's figure to pieces, but then, the Scarlet Cross erupted, including Xilin's figure, and disappeared. At the same time, the sharp roar
The cry came from behind the speechless ones.
Boluogo stepped forward and threw his saw-axe, turning it into a deadly chain blade. It swept violently in a huge arc, and countless figures within the range were broken.
With the blood flying, Boluogo did not feel the pleasure of killing the enemy at all. On the contrary, he noticed the further rising ether concentration around him and the increasing power of the Silent Ones.
In the center of the duel field, the scarlet cross appeared again, and Xilin walked out of it in embarrassment, his eyes full of blood, revealing a sense of hysterical madness.
Bologg raised his head and glanced at Beelzebub and the King of Terror. Not far away, Mammon looked at him with a smile.
It seems that this is no longer a revenge battle launched by Boluogo and Xilin, but a trap woven by the devils.
"It's so ironic, isn't it?" Mammon said loudly, "You came here with so much momentum, only to find that you have no power to shake us."
Mammon said with great humiliation, "It's so pitiful..."
The piercing scream shattered Mammon's lingering sound. First, several high-speed rotating daggers fell from the sky, grazed Mammon's body surface, cut his skin and clothes, and dived deeply into the ground.
There was no blood on the blade, but a trace of muddy and sticky tar.
Mammon's laughter stopped suddenly. He raised his hand numbly and touched his cheek. His hands were covered with dark tar, and his face was divided into several pieces by the sharp blade.
"asshole!"
A hoarse voice sounded from the broken face, Mammon cursed and looked to one side, and at the same time, the sound of a sonic boom also came from the side he was looking at.
The skirts of the strong wind bloomed wantonly among the speechless people, and each figure fell apart under the impact of the green air, as if it was chopped by thousands of blades in an instant, and experienced thousands of years of wind erosion in an instant.
While Borogo and Xilin were killing each other, Palmer was also carefully planning his assassination, but this time his goal was different from his previous opponents.
A devil.
Palmer didn't know if he could kill the devil, or would the devil really die? But he knew that he had to do something. Rather than die in obscurity, it would be better to throw stones at the devil.
The rapier wrapped around the exploding ether, like a comet, piercing Mammon's heart. The two figures overlapped, and then the storm of ether swept across the entire place.
The violent roaring wind temporarily took away everyone's hearing. Groups of speechless ones were overturned by the strong wind. Some fell to the ground, and some were directly thrown out of the duel field and fell from the pillar of kingship.
It shattered into a bit of blood on the distant ground.
Beelzebub squinted his eyes and looked at the core of the storm. The green ether glow accompanied by the strong wind completely enveloped the place. He could only vaguely judge the internal situation through the ether reaction.
The evil and crazy aura grew wildly. In an instant, the thousands of surging air currents seemed to be dominated by the supreme will. They stopped and dissipated one after another. The terrifying storm that emerged disappeared in a few seconds, as if
The accumulated storm and rain are shattered, and the sky is clear.
In the pure land where the air flow spread, Mammon's figure still stood, but this time his body was in pieces, like a piece of steel that had been hammered thousands of times, crooked and twisted, like some kind of deformed creation.
It looks terrible on the outside, but in fact it has no effect on Mammon at all.
No matter how fast and sharp Palmer's sword is, all he can damage is the carrier of Mammon in the mortal world. Even if he has the ability to erase Mammon, at most it will only destroy this projection.
The true form of the devils still lies in the etheric realm, and cannot be doubted or offended.
Seeing Mammon's appearance, Palmer knew that his assassination had failed. He decisively evacuated Mammon. The ether burst out, commanding thousands of air currents, speeding up his own speed to the limit, and quickly escaped like a bird.
battlefield.
But Palmer was still a step slower.
Mammon glared at Palmer who was fleeing. He had thought about being injured by Xilin and beheaded by Boluogo, but he never thought that he would be attacked by Palmer.
In the eyes of the devils, mortals are indeed a group of cowardly and powerless beings, but even among such beings, there are a few characters that they can admire, and only such characters can win the respect of the devils.
Obviously, Palmer has always been a low-class guy in the eyes of the devils, let alone a respectable guy. Being hurt by a guy like Palmer is simply a shame.
The Pillar of Royal Power shook strangely, and huge scarlet tentacles stretched out from the building. As early as the expansion of the Kingdom of Gel, the Pillar of Royal Power had completely turned into flesh and blood, turning into a head mixed with metal and bricks.
Stone, a super-large flesh-and-blood creation with an architectural structure.
"Palmer!"
Bologg shouted Palmer's name, and the power of control gathered and inspired him. He tried to stop the hundred-meter-long tentacles, but at this time the Silent Ones launched a fierce attack on Bologg.
, even Xilin, who had just escaped, was once again surrounded and surrounded by countless powerful enemies.
At present, these speechless ones still do not have the power to kill two people, but they are just like flesh and blood creations, they are countless, and even if you want to kill them all, it will be an extremely difficult task.
Palmer heard Boluogo's warning, and he also sensed Mammon's murderous intention, so he rushed out of the duel field, relying on his own secret power to gallop upwards in the sky, and the huge roots
His tentacles followed closely behind Palmer as if unwilling to let him go.
Palmer took a deep breath, mobilized the secret energy in his body, and prepared to face this unprecedented challenge. His figure quickly turned in the sky, and with lightning speed, he waved out a dense network of wind blades, trying to remove the roots.
The huge and terrifying tentacles were chopped off.
The moment the buzzing wind blades were about to come into contact with the tentacles, those tentacles exploded strangely, splitting into two, and then split into four. In just a few seconds, the tentacles exploded and disintegrated into a dense blood network.
Hundreds of millions of scarlet threads surged in the air, chasing and intercepting Palmer from all directions like a dense flock of birds.
Palmer was shocked. He found that his counterattack did not have the expected effect. On the contrary, his attack seemed to only accelerate the division and proliferation of those tentacles. No matter how he waved the wind blade, it only caused more tentacles to grow.
It exploded, forming a denser blood network.
The ether continued to burn, and Palmer leaped higher, with scarlet blood streaks following him all the way. When Palmer passed through another dark cloud, dense scarlet had completely surrounded him.
A deep sound came from the Pillar of Kings, as if this super-large flesh-and-blood creature was laughing at Palmer's helpless struggle. In comparison to this huge scale, Palmer was like a fragile mosquito.
"It's finished..."
Palmer murmured that on this final battlefield, not even the undead would be able to survive, let alone an unlucky guy like him.
Several scarlet bloodshot threads struck first, and the wind blade cut off a few of them, but a few of them still got past Palmer's defense line and penetrated his flesh and blood easily.
The sharp pain made Palmer's consciousness clearer. If it were anyone else, he would probably have accepted his fate by now, but Palmer was different. He still wanted to take a gamble.
Grabbing the lucky dice hanging from his wrist, Palmer shouted, "It's all up to you!"
Aether was injected into the lucky dice, and all the numbers shimmered, but this crisis was still too fatal. Before the results of the points appeared, the scarlet curtain quickly closed, completely wrapping Palmer's figure.
The fierce wind among the dark clouds became quiet.
On the duel field inside the Pillar of Throne, Bologger had broken through the siege of the Silent Ones and was striving upward on one cyclone after another. He tried to support Palmer, but he saw the scarlet in the night sky gathered into a ball.
The sound of tearing flesh and blood clearly came back to my ears.
After a moment, warm blood spilled from the dark clouds and hit Boluogo's face, making it wet.
Bologg was stunned in mid-air, with an unreal feeling, but the next second, the terrifying ether intensity, far beyond what the defenders could release, came from the night sky, interrupting Bologg's thoughts.
Thoughts, and then a bright white light illuminated the entire dark cloud.
It was as if a burning meteor exploded in mid-air. At the same time, the scattered bright light reflected the huge shadow emerging from the sea of clouds. Looking at the shadow cast, Boluoge felt inexplicably suffocated. It was unimaginable.
What would that be like?
The melodious cry of whales came from the sea of clouds, and the shadow suddenly collapsed downward. It broke through the sea of clouds and dived towards the earth.
Due to its own ether strength that exceeds imagination, reality is distorted to a certain extent wherever it goes, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and cold wind and snow.
In the distorted aurora, Boluogo saw it.
It was an extremely huge whale, made of gold, steel and flesh. The hundred-meter-long metal blades behind it slowly swayed, and the ether it swallowed gathered into a dazzling stream of light, forcibly pushing it forward.
On the platform of the whale's head, countless golden sculptures stood. Further in front of them, Palmer lay tremblingly on the ground, looking at Nethaniel and the people beside Nethaniel with a confused look on his face.
They look familiar, but I just can't remember their names.
Palmer swallowed and asked Nathaniel, "What is this?"
Without waiting for Nethaniel to answer, the figures wearing masks said, "Invert the hall."
Immediately afterwards, another one said, "The first group."
Another said, "The decision-making room."
Others say, "The crowd."
Suddenly, they all fell silent and looked at the man standing in the center. He walked towards Palmer and showed a kind smile.
Palmer felt that he looked familiar, and then he remembered the man's name and identity from his barren memory.
The blood all over his body seemed to be a bit cold. Palmer stood there like a sculpture, watching the man pass him and come to the forefront. He was high up, looking down at the pillar of royal power standing abruptly on the bloody ground.
"Devils!" Albert, the first-generation director, shouted, "We are here for this final battle!"
As Albert shouted, weird carnival sounds sounded from all directions. Palmer looked around, and all he could see was a group of cold golden sculptures with different movements and different appearances. Among them, there were
A deformed sculpture curled up like a bug.
In a daze, Palmer noticed that the endless evil power was entangling the giant whale and stirring up every figure in the forest. He looked at Nathaniel in horror, but saw the same thing in Nathaniel's eyes.
Helpless and confused.
Several gun barrels under the giant whale sank. After a short period of energy accumulation, the etheric jet swept across the earth, ruthlessly plowing the fleshy ground, igniting heavy fires. It also penetrated the main body of the Pillar of Kingship.
Amid the violent trembling, the entire pillar of royal power tilted at a certain arc, as if it was about to collapse.
Palmer stared at the umbilical cord extending from his abdomen. He swallowed and summoned the courage to ask.
"What the hell are you?"
Like Nathaniel, Palmer also realized at this moment that he was in a huge conspiracy, a trap that could subvert his world view and destroy everything he once believed in.
Albert turned back to look at Palmer, and the other figures looked at Palmer. All the golden sculptures seemed to be alive, and their fixed eyes were staring at him.
"We are Albert Alfredo, and we are also Maria Ellen..." they said, "We are the successive directors of the Bureau of Order, and we are also all the employees who choose to connect to the Bureau of Order. Likewise, we are also all the people who work for that Bureau.
A man who devotes his life to a single purpose.”
"We are the only one among them all."
A deep, hoarse voice sounded from Palmer's mind, echoing from the minds of all living beings within the domain.
"We are the scourge of this world, one among all."
The One of Ten Thousands stretched out its body to its heart's content, its flesh and blood completely integrated with the mechanical armor of the upside-down hall, and the massive ether converged into deadly ether jets, like thousands of falling meteors, completely illuminating the Pillar of King Power.
The bright light flickered for a moment, and continuous explosions covered the entire area. The raging fire burned through the layers of the pillars of royal power, and the roaring fire snakes surrounded the duel field, imprisoning the old enemies in this final battle to the death.
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