In the desolate and gray world, at the bottom of the crater illuminated by the light, countless corpses of the same gray color, like sculptures, are lined up in all directions, shaping this place into a strange and quiet place where life ends.
The original curled up and let out an extremely deep breath after a period of painful vomiting.
Like the first cry of a baby born into the world, or like the first spark when an engine is started, with the sound of heavy breathing and the rhythm of life, the original comes to life, and the pale skin turns red.
Just like the first touch of color emerging from a black-and-white movie, he is now distinguished from those sunken, gray corpses.
The original tore off a layer of film covering his body and stood up unsteadily. He was like a newborn baby, with helplessness and panic flashing in his eyes.
But then, there was a sharp stabbing pain in the original's mind, and at the same time, countless memories flooded his mind like a tide.
The chaotic and tumultuous memory is like a long movie, in which the original gives a glimpse into a man's life.
A man is born in a grand plan, has a soul with coordinates from another world, and at the same time has a soulless body, carrying the expectations of countless people.
He has experienced many things, some good and bad, some quiet and peaceful days, and some cruel wars... But no matter what he has experienced, the man always moves forward unswervingly.
Move forward, keep moving forward, until you reach the end of your destiny. Until this moment, the man finally stopped. He turned back and looked at his life...
The sum of past experiences creates the whole of a person, and each stroke spells out the name of Borogo Lazarus.
The original remembered his name, and Boluogo stood tall in this desolate world.
The dull and dazed eyes regained their luster, and Boluogo let out a long sigh, breaking the silence and emptiness of this place.
The chaotic and broken consciousness was connected, and Boluogo realized belatedly that he had not been resurrected in the Pillar of King Power, but appeared directly in the void, and this time he was in the form of a real person.
The flesh and blood body stands here, no longer the previous conscious body.
Something seems to have happened.
Looking back, Bologg looked at the axis of time system that was constantly disintegrating and turned into a ball of rotten flesh. The turbid blood flowed through Bologg's feet, and the scarlet color was the same as Bologg's slightly pale body.
On the skin, an extremely strong contrast was formed.
Bologo stared at the collapsing axis of time system, and then looked at the endless, gray, sculpture-like corpses around him.
In the dark, Boluoge seemed to understand all the reasons, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, "Is this your last life?"
With the destruction of the Axis of Time system, Bologo lost his immortality, but he also possessed this last body, a perfect, original, soulless body.
A cold chill hit him all over his body, and the dust fell on his moist and sticky skin, covering it with layers of gray. Boluogo raised his stiff neck and looked up at the blue and clear planet above his head.
.
Grandeur and insignificance stirred in Boluogo's mind, along with the infinite light surging from the etheric world and the material world.
It's like a god coming.
The endless stream of light covered Boluogo's body, just like the curtain was raised, the spotlight fell, and Boluogo became the protagonist standing on the stage, preparing for the final performance.
"Bologo..."
In the light, illusory voices echoed.
Boluogo heard that someone was talking to him... There were thousands of ghosts talking to him. They poured out their anger and regrets, and declared their vows and determination. They recognized themselves, believed in themselves, and were willing to
All the chips are on yourself.
The sounds of chaos echoed in his mind, and the ghosts had their final dialogue with him.
The ghosts said, "I leave all this to you, Borogo Lazarus."
Boluogo seemed to be talking to himself, responding to the voice in his head, "Okay."
As if this voice was definitely not powerful enough, after a moment of pause, Boluogo answered again with a stronger voice.
"Whether you are a dedicated sage or a heroic spirit who has devoted yourself here, whether you are the secret source or the eighth person!"
Boluogo swore an oath to the thousands of ghosts and roared, "Just leave it all to me!"
Immediately afterwards, that narcissistic, rampant, and pathological smile appeared on Boluogo's face.
"I am the savior!"
Just like a kind of psychological suggestion and self-deception, if you tell a lie thousands of times, you will believe it and stick to it; if you pray for an impossible fact thousands of times, it will miraculously come true.
As a result, the light that spanned two realms and gathered the power of thousands of people was poured into Bologo's body, making this soulless body carry the will of thousands of souls.
Since then, Boluogo has transformed into a representative walking in the world, a container for countless obsessions - becoming the chosen one of the secret source.
Bologo evoked the ether, and the alchemical matrix slowly started to operate. The complicated light tracks also illuminated Bologo's body surface. They spread, expanded, and intertwined together, and their complex trajectories were like dense capillaries.
Like blood vessels, covering almost every inch of Boluogo's body.
The supreme power from the secret source carves Boluogo's soul wantonly. It not only reshapes Boluogo's own infinitely narrow alchemical matrix, but at the same time, it also covers it with another layer of alchemical matrix.
That is the boundless alchemical matrix that belongs to Xilin.
The alchemical matrices of the two originally originated from the same body, but they just took different paths. Now, as Boluogo has been recognized by the secret source, he has become the sword of revenge from the secret source. Infinitely sharp and infinitely broad are also blunt.
Engraved into the depths of Boluogo's soul.
The two sets of alchemical matrices fit together flawlessly, and thus became a perfect matrix that could allow the Sublime One to transcend the boundaries. This was exactly what King Solomon had achieved on the eve of the fall of the Holy City, relying on the wisdom of countless scholars and manpower.
The ultimate grand blueprint.
"Is this the so-called red dragon?"
Bologo felt the power rising continuously in his body. The perfect matrix pushed the ether. In the blink of an eye, Bologo's own ether intensity reached the limit of the Glorious One.
"No, this is just part of the red dragon."
Boluogo asked and answered himself, raised his head again, and looked at the blue and clear planet above his head.
Thousands of ghosts and wills were poured into Boluogo's body, and at the same time, all the magnificent power that exploded from the secret source was consumed in this grand blueprint, the perfect matrix.
In the brief power vacuum, Boluogo felt that the secret source was once again restless. It was unbearable and furious.
The secret source is the source of the power of all condensers and is the indispensable key to achieving extraordinary power.
Sublimationists sacrifice ether to the secret source, and then obtain the extraordinary power granted by the secret source. By analogy, the secret source is like an extremely huge server. Sublimationists of different levels can obtain the extraordinary power from the secret source.
Obtain varying degrees of computing power in your hands to support walking in the mortal world.
As the perfect matrix expanded from Bolog's body, the secret source relied on its hazy will to first reject all the first-stage sublimation practitioners connected to it, followed by the second-stage believers, and even
Those in power in the third stage also lost contact one after another.
A large number of sublimation people were turned away by the secret source. At the same time, as a large number of sublimation people lost contact, the load of the secret source was instantly reduced a lot, and a large amount of resources were released. These released resources were considered
The power was all deployed to Boluogo in an instant, and was given to him exclusively.
Incredible amounts of ether are being continuously released and bursting out from Boluogo's body. Now, Boluogo seems to be directly connected to the secret source, enjoying endless ether support, and with the computing power of the secret source, the perfect matrix
The conversion efficiency has also reached its limit. Boluogo only needs far less ether consumption than ordinary people to create earth-shaking extraordinary power, and this is the power of protection that belongs exclusively to the secret source.
Blessing and blessing, Holy Yi.
An inaudible cracking sound sounded from Bologg's ears.
He realized that at this moment, the secret source refused the connection of the defenders. At the same time, as the defenders lost contact, the miraculous power released supported the perfect matrix and transcended the constraints.
limit.
The barriers that restrained mortal nature shattered, and the scattered starlight reunited. They condensed on Bolog's head and turned into a blazing white, ten-horned crown.
There were no earth-shattering changes, nor any grand ceremonies. Everything was so bland and unexciting. It could even be said that in this desolate and empty world, there was not even an audience... There was still an audience.
Bologg could hear Belphegor's joyful smile, and the remaining consciousness was still following Bologg like a ghost, watching his every move.
Previously, Boluogo was completely unaware of the existence of this consciousness, but now, not only is Boluoge aware of it, he is also certain that he is fully capable of completely annihilating this consciousness.
Boluogo didn't do this. Regardless of his position, in terms of good and evil, he quite liked this lazy devil, and he was willing to let this devil witness until the end.
The perfect matrix continued to flicker, and the ether was like a tide, released from Bologo's body and submerged into this desolate world.
The infinite width and bluntness allow Bologg's field to instantly cover the entire devil's land, while the infinite narrowness allows Bologg's power to touch the microscopic depths.
The pale earth suddenly trembled, and the earth was like broken ice, with dense cracks appearing, fine dust falling to the ground, and rough iron slag rising.
Infinite sharpness easily extracted the heavy iron from this desolate earth, and in the sonorous sound of ether, melted them into armor, and attached it to Bologo's naked body piece by piece until the layers were rugged.
The armor completely covered him.
The heavily armed Boluogo looked up at the blue and clear planet again. Suddenly, he couldn't help but wonder, what was Hill thinking when he stood here and looked up at this planet?
Is it the grandeur of the world, the fate of mankind, or the survival of individuals?
Maybe Hill didn't think about anything and just appreciated the beauty.
Thinking of this, Boluoge raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, his face was covered with a ferocious mask, and then the arc of ether surged out from the gaps in the armor.
The high-concentration ether roared wantonly, burning into wisps of wings made of light, extending out from under Boluogo's armor, covered in rays of light.
Boluogo hit the ground hard, and in an instant, the earth fell apart, and Boluogo rushed into the air at high speed, like a speeding meteor.
A low and hoarse mantra resounded throughout the world.
"I am Borogo Lazarus."
The high-concentration ether flow continued to accelerate Boluogo's body, and his figure almost twisted into a fatal arc. The ether exploded into a series of arcs, rushing towards the clear blue planet.
"I am a red dragon with seven heads and ten horns, and a crown on my head."
The void collapsed and destroyed, and the power of the crowned one ruthlessly peeled off the ground, picking up the thousands of tons of boulders. They tore the surface, swallowed the all-seeing eye, and ran over the open-air cinema. They and Boluogo's
Together they rushed towards the blue and clear planet, turning into a huge group of meteorites following Boluogo.
Boluogo's figure turned into a tiny bright spot. As the crowned person's power accelerated to the limit, this tiny bright spot was pulled into a slender thread.
As Boluogo was pulled by gravity, the straight silk thread was also bent to a certain arc. At the same time, the bright spot began to slowly become larger and brighter, like a new star gradually rising in the night sky.
With the blue and clear planet right in front of him, Boluogo crashed into the slightly thin upper atmosphere. Due to his terrifying speed and the fierce friction between the armor and atmospheric molecules, it began to burn.
The aerodynamic heating effect acted on Bologo's body. The surface temperature of the armor rose sharply, the metal burned red, and the surrounding atmospheric molecules were ionized, causing a brighter flash to erupt.
Layers of blazing fireworks wrapped around Boluogo's body, and the light overlapped and intensified until it became a meteor falling to the earth, forcibly breaking through the atmosphere.
The azure and clear world quickly magnified in front of Boluogo's eyes, like a magnificent masterpiece blooming in front of his eyes.
The power of the crowned one exploded in full force, and the ether surged wildly, causing Boluogo's body to forcibly slow down. Gorgeous sparks and arcs flashed continuously, and the solid armor peeled off one after another, like fading fire armor.
Boluogo whispered, his body wrapped with arcs and fireworks, hovering over a vast scarlet land.
"I am the destroyer of the old order."
He looked down at the earth mercilessly, standing thousands of feet high in the sky like a god, and above him, the endless dark blue sky was dyed red by the blazing fire.
"He will also be the pioneer of the new order."
Pieces of mountain-like meteorites rushed into the atmosphere at an astonishing speed. Their huge mass and high-speed movement caused violent friction with the atmosphere, instantly igniting the surrounding air and forming a dazzling fire.
Under the influence of huge pressure and heat, the meteorite began to vibrate violently, cracks on the surface were crisscrossed, and fragments were constantly peeled off from the main body. The surface of the meteorite evaporated rapidly, and while its mass was rapidly consumed, a large amount of gas and dust was released.
It burned downwards, dragging up bright tail flames and turning into fireballs that streaked towards the ground.
The split fragments burned and exploded in the air, lighting up the night sky like daylight. An unprecedented feast of fire and rain poured down from the end of the sky.
The final moment, the end of time.
On the ridge of the mountains, Holt roared and tore apart the flesh and blood creations in front of him. Even though his body was scarred, he still stubbornly moved forward.
As the visions erupted one after another, not only the condensers and believers, but also the power bearers and defenders lost their connection with the secret source and became mortals with no power.
Only a glorious person like Holt still has extraordinary power. He stepped forward and shouldered the pressure of the entire defense line on his own. But no matter how powerful Holt was, he was still restricted by the soul scar.
The constant tide of flesh and blood surged wildly, almost engulfing him completely.
But at this moment, a blazing fire flashed across the top of Holt's head. When he raised his head, he saw burning fire rain falling from the sky, hitting the bright crack like a precise artillery bombardment.
In an instant, a blazing white light quickly magnified in front of Holt's eyes. The noise reached its limit and turned into a quiet buzz. The roaring shock wave engulfed all flesh and blood creations.
Holt only had time to create a sluggish force field defense line, and then an explosion large enough to cover the large rift rose from the ground.
The collision between the meteorite and the large fissure erupted with light that was more dazzling than the sun. The huge energy generated by the collision was released instantly, forming a circular shock wave that spread in all directions at supersonic speeds.
Wherever the shock wave passed, all flesh and blood creations instantly turned into powder, and even solid rocks cracked and shattered under the force.
The violent shock wave passed by Holt. In the chaotic vision, the blood evaporated, the earth turned into scorched earth, the terrifying and ferocious flesh and blood creation disappeared, leaving only the unburned minced meat stuck to the hot rocks.
superior.
The cracked fire rain spread across the north and south of the sky, scattered in all directions, they rotated, roared, and fell into the fierce naval battle of the people of Xitao one after another.
The burning meteorites fell from the sky at an alarming speed, hitting the huge and fragile flesh and blood creations rolling on the sea.
This disaster from the sky instantly smashed those ferocious things into tiny pieces of flesh, as if a bloody storm swept across the sea.
The impact of the meteorite impact stirred up huge waves on the sea. Waves as high as tens of meters formed in an instant, and then spread to all directions with thunderous momentum.
The waves rolled and roared, pulling in the smashed flesh and blood creations, mercilessly shaking the surrounding ships, and the crew repeatedly crashed into the walls amid violent shaking.
After the hot meteorites penetrated the flesh and blood creations, they shattered into countless smaller pieces of gravel. These hot stones sank to the seabed with their residual power, crushing the crawling flesh and blood creations on the seabed together with them.
Under this targeted and devastating blow, no matter whether it is the flesh and blood creation on the sea or the flesh and blood creation under the sea, there is nowhere to escape and cannot be spared.
The entire sea was dyed red by this extraterrestrial disaster, with pieces of flesh and blood floating on the surface, exuding a strong bloody smell.
The crew members climbed up in panic. They lay on the railing and saw more fire rain falling in the direction of the Kogadel Empire.
They were obviously such huge and deadly meteorites, but they fell as accurately as scalpels. The sound of explosions spread along the border of the Kogadel Empire, and the dazzling fires continued into a line, turning into a blazing wall of fire.
, sealing the Kogadel Empire behind a wall of fire.
The army stopped advancing. The soldiers hugged their guns tightly and looked up at the red-hot night sky, holding their breath involuntarily.
The dense rain of fire is like the wrath of the gods, pouring down crazily. Each drop of the rain of fire is a huge meteorite. They crack and explode in mid-air, turning into countless blazing fragments, carrying the supreme power towards the border.
The online battlefield is coming fiercely.
The meteorites hit one by one along the battlefield, and each impact was accompanied by a deafening roar and explosion. Thousands of flesh and blood creations seemed so fragile in the face of this irresistible force. They were instantly shattered into powder without even a trace.
None of them could stay.
The earth trembled under the continuous impact of meteorites, as if it could no longer withstand the huge impact. Huge scars were smashed out one after another, which were deep and terrifying, as if the earth was groaning in pain.
The shock wave passed over the battlefield repeatedly, leaving a mess everywhere it passed. Buildings, walls, and forests fell in pieces in front of this terrible force and turned into ruins. The entire battlefield seemed to have been completely turned over.
Once again, there were broken buildings and broken limbs everywhere.
Above the vast sky, Boluogo stands. He is like an artist of disaster. The roaring fire rain is like the paintbrush in his hand, swaying his talent and anger to outline a series of thrilling burnings on the sky.
trace.
The power of the crowned person stirred up the endless wind, and Boluogo's figure twisted and danced in the wind, resolutely rushing towards the large crack that snaked under the pillar of royal power.
Following this, the tracks of the burning flames were ruthlessly pulled and twisted, and turned into huge wings of fire that bloomed from behind him. The flames rolled and covered the sky and the sun.
Everything was just as described in the myth and as Hill had predicted.
Boluogo descended from the sky, with a ten-horned crown on his head, like a world-destroying red dragon, swooping towards the abyss of hell, unstoppable.