Rotten flesh and blood grew wantonly, and the stench filled every corner of the space. At this moment, the Colosseum had turned into a scarlet hell, and the roots and shoots of decay grew wildly, spreading continuously, killing each dead body.
The flesh and blood were devoured, and they were used as nourishment to breed even more ferocious and deformed monsters.
Bologo felt that he was witnessing the birth of an ecology, an ecology that should have existed in hell.
The solid walls and ground were no longer, but instead turned into a bloody carpet, with rugged white bones rising up one after another. They were the basic framework, and then a steady stream of flesh and blood was draped on them. They turned into monsters that looked like humans and beasts, heading towards
Attack the nearest living creature.
There are not many living people left in the Colosseum. People either die or run for their lives. Those who are still here are some powerful condensers. Under the protection of the tyrant, they become more and more brave as they fight and continue to show their strength.
own value.
Boluogo was not as crazy about value as they were. He fought and fled, looking for a safe position, always alert to TEDA's traces.
"Aimu, are you okay?"
Now Boluogo also began to feel that facing such a scene in his first on-the-job training would have a bit of a huge impact on Aimu.
A scarlet tentacle bounced up, and Boluogo chopped it off with a knife. There was flesh and blood left on the blade, and it began to crawl and grow directly on the surface of the blade.
The growth power of these flesh and blood has exceeded the limitations of biological capabilities.
"It's... not bad..."
Aimu's voice was a little numb. If it weren't for Bologg to hold it up, she would have almost vomited...if she could vomit.
The harmonious body greatly strengthened Bologo, and the constant motion core brought a steady stream of ether, allowing him to continuously release secret energy. Aimu himself also strengthened his ether perception, even covering Bologo.
action.
He is like a ghost, walking through the hell of flesh and blood.
An even more bizarre and crazy scene is taking place. Huge tumors grow out from between the walls. After a short period of gestation, humanoid flesh and blood monsters are released. They have no pupils, but when they open their mouths and roar, they can see.
Eyeballs are densely covered under the mouth.
Boluogo took out a short-handled shotgun and pulled the trigger on the monsters. The broken bullets turned their heads into bloody stains.
The ground began to tremble, and then stone pillars rose up one after another. It was not Boluogo who activated the secret energy, but other Sublime Ones. They launched a fierce attack on the high platform, trying to capture the Immortal Heart.
As the scarlet bishop, Latis himself is very powerful. He can control the rotten roots to a certain extent. Several thick branches of flesh and blood dance wildly on the high platform. The surface of the flesh and blood is covered with fine fangs. Even if it is gently
If you rub it, you can scrape off large pieces of blood and flesh.
The power of those in power was unleashed unabashedly, but this did not make people retreat. They surrounded their prey like hyenas.
People's faces were soaked in blood, and their expressions were fanatical and ugly.
Bologo probably understood the original sin of mankind, and also knew that the protection of tyrants also came at a price. The tyrants supported these people and completely released their inner greed.
"Aimu, do you know what the fruit of fantasy is?" Boluogo asked Aimu in a low voice.
In addition to the immortal heart, there is another thing that tempts people, and that is the utopian fruit promised by the tyrant. Boluogo does not understand this thing, but he feels that Aimu should know.
In the state of the harmonious body, Aimu is still a walking popular science book on alchemy for Bologg, which greatly makes up for Bologg's lack of knowledge.
"The fruit of fantasy..."
Aimu's voice sounded a little strange when he mentioned this matter, but Boluogo couldn't say why it was strange. Now his focus was entirely on dealing with the battle.
"It is an alchemical product born from the Sublime One, and is called a 'fantasy seed' that can fulfill wishes."
Aimu's voice echoed in his ears.
Utopian seeds.
Boluogo felt a little familiar with this vocabulary, probably because he had seen it in some book.
"Did you know that fantasies come true?" Aimu asked again.
"I know, what happened to the unique power of the School of Illusion?"
"You can understand fantasy as a materialized power that makes fantasies come true." Aimu explained.
"When the condenser reaches the second stage, it will extend the sub-school. In the third stage, the main school and the sub-school will merge together to form a mystical stance in a similar field. In the fourth stage, all of this
Sum.
Only those who have reached the fourth stage, pure fantasy creations, can solidify and materialize the power of making fantasy come true. Its birth is not simple, on the contrary, it is extremely difficult."
"Why?" Borlog asked.
"The birth of the Utopian Seed requires the life of the condenser."
After hearing this answer, Boluogo's thoughts hesitated for a while.
"The fantasy seed itself is to peel off the alchemical matrix of the defender and condense it into a fruit that can be made by others and make their fantasies come true."
Aimu continued to explain.
"This cannot be stripped away passively, but the defender himself takes the initiative to do so... actively dies, and this is considered an alchemical product. You can understand that just with the power of the defender, in the school of fantasy creation
The path is not enough, you still need enough knowledge of alchemy, and use your own life as the material to perform the final alchemy."
"That sounds crazy," Burlogo muttered.
In various extraordinary organizations, if the Glory Ones are not dispatched, the defenders are the first echelon in the true sense, possessing terrifying power far beyond imagination. However, such an existence will eventually become a fruit.
, a fruit for others to make wishes for.
"Fantasy come true..."
Boluogo spoke softly, feeling a faint sense of hysterical madness.
"Can dreams come true?" Bologo asked.
"It's just a fantasy," Aimu replied cruelly. "To realize your wish is the power that only the devil has."
"But there are always some people who are unwilling to sacrifice their souls to the devil, but also want to achieve a certain goal. Their obsession is too deep, and even the power of the fantasy species has been distorted..."
Aimu said without emotion.
"Utopian seeds cannot directly help people realize their wishes, but they can indirectly help people realize their wishes, just like cheating, bypassing the power of the devil."
"for example?"
Bologo had never heard of the power to indirectly grant wishes.
"Making something impossible possible," Aimu said, "making the impossible probability change from zero to one."
"But it only makes it possible for false wishes to come true, and this may be tiny." Bologo said.
"It depends on what kind of wish you want to achieve. If you want to become immortal, this is obviously difficult to achieve, but if it is some other wishes, it can be fully realized.
For example, if you are a defender and are about to be promoted to a glorious one, you have made all the preparations, but there is still a trace of risk hidden in it. Then the fantasy seed can completely complement everything you have and greatly increase your success rate.
Increase it, and even directly make you a glorious one."
"Is this considered competing for business with the devil?" Bologo joked.
"Not really. The conditions for the birth of the fantasy species are too harsh. In addition to at least the power of the defender, the limitations of the fantasy creation, and most importantly, no one is willing to die just for a wish. After all, that is the defender.
."
Aimu hesitated for a while, then added, "Only some dying people who meet the conditions will make themselves into fantasy seeds before death."
"Striped away from the alchemical matrix and condensed into the fruit of fantasy...sounds like another kind of philosopher's stone."
The alchemy matrix is attached to the soul. Boluogo has not heard of any method to separate the two, so the most likely way is to condense them together.
"I don't know, I also saw such records in some secret books." Aimu said.
Her words attracted the attention of Boluogo. Obviously, except for the strength of the defender, TEDA almost meets all the requirements of the Utopian species. In addition, Amu learned such knowledge, which means that TEDA is bound to have such a book.
"Anything else?" Borlog asked.
"No more. The power here in Utopia is too rare. It has not been recorded a few times in history. It itself is like a secret. I suspect that the person is lying. This power is more like an illusory story."
Aimu does not believe in the existence of the fantasy species. Just like its name, the thing itself is a deformed fantasy.
"As for the form in which it realizes wishes, it is even less clear. It itself is like a mystery that no one knows."
Bologg shook his head and said nothing. If someone else promised such power, Bologg might be as suspicious as Aimu, but this time it was different. This was promised by a tyrant.
The devil never deceives, and neither do tyrants.
The promise of the tyrant is true, and the power of the fantasy seed is also real. This fruit has the power to make fantasies come true, but it is not clear how it will be realized.
"Wish comes true..."
Aimu's voice hovered next to her ears, and in the scarlet hell, she asked with a bit of confusion.
"Why are humans so obsessed with fulfilling wishes?"
"I don't know too well. Everyone's wishes are different, and the reasons that drive them are also different. When you are too persistent in your wishes, this itself is an irrational behavior."
Boluogo paused for a few seconds, probably remembering his delusions, and then continued.
"But as I said before, this is a cruel and cold rational world. People need a little bit of irrationality to shake the reality where the probability is absolutely zero, so as to gain a little illusory beauty."
"A little romance?"
Aimu still remembers what Boluogo taught her.
"Yes, a little romantic."
Bologo said as he waved an arc of light, splitting the flesh and bones in front of him.