Nolen sat in the sealed cabin with a sad look on his face. Directly opposite him was Gauld who was lying on the hospital bed. His eyelids were closed tightly and his brows were tense. He had no intention of waking up, as if he was trapped.
In some inescapable nightmare.
Lula was waiting beside Nolen, and outside the cabin were the condensers who were waiting in full formation. In order to preserve their strength, all the remaining strength of the Paradise was defended in this core area.
The roaring vibration came from a distant location, as if in a huge wave, the tables and chairs shook and slid on the sloping ground.
Nolen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked tiredly at Gold, or the item in Gold's hand.
It is like the embodiment of doom. When it arrives at Freeport, it brings death and storms together.
Nolen asked Lula, "Are you still unable to contact the outside world?"
"No, the Zongge Band is attacking the virtual realm. They have cut off all our contact with the outside world... We have been trapped and died here."
Lula hesitated for a moment, but still informed Nolen of the extremely bad situation.
After hearing this, Nolen's spirit became even more depressed. He crossed his fingers together and placed them in front of him, and his head hung down as if it was about to fall to the ground.
When he learned that the Raging Tide Guard was going to the Hulk Coast to hunt Hult, Nolen chose to make a deal with the Bureau of Order, hoping that they could help save Hult. Even if he was sent to a mental hospital or imprisoned, it would be better than
Like a dog, killed on the beach.
Nolen has always felt an inexplicable guilt towards Hert, and he hoped to make up for Hert. But as soon as the deal was reached, the Paradise was attacked by the Zongge Band, and the successive explosions killed and injured most of the armed personnel.
, the remaining people were also retreating steadily under the attack of the Zongge Band.
This kind of decadence is rare. Usually, it only occurs when fighting forces that are more powerful than the people of Xitao. In the power hierarchy of the extraordinary world, the Bureau of Order and the King possess advanced alchemical matrix technology.
The Secret Sword is a well-deserved top force, so the Sublime Ones under their command are stronger than other forces even if they fight at the same level.
In addition to the variables, those groups that believe in the devil do not have sufficiently advanced alchemy matrix technology, but they have the protection of taboos. Under that power beyond common sense, the members of the Zongge Orchestra, like
A group of fanatical warriors who are not afraid of death. The more pain their body suffers, the stronger they become.
"We can mobilize the remaining forces to fight out. Freeport may fall, but we should be able to hold on until the Raging Tide Guards arrive. They should be near the coast of the Hulk now."
Lula did not continue, she knew that this was not an easy choice for Nolen.
Nolen murmured, "Maybe the Rage Guards are gone."
Before the attack started, Nolen notified the Bureau of Order. He didn't know how the Bureau of Order would act, but for this group of mysterious and terrifying existences, it was always right to think of the worst.
It was precisely because he believed in the power of the Bureau of Order that Nolen decided to rely on them to save Hert in times of crisis. He was already prepared to wake up, but he suffered an even more terrible misfortune.
Nolen blamed himself, "I messed up everything."
The surrounding vibrations are becoming more frequent and violent, and the explosions are getting closer and closer. Like peeling an onion, the enemy is disintegrating the Paradise's defense bit by bit.
Nolen knew it was time for him to make a decision. He took a deep breath and tried to eliminate those distracting thoughts, stood up, opened the hatch, and spoke to the remaining Sublime Makers.
"Everyone, get ready, we have to break out."
After speaking, Nolen told Lula, "Take Gauld with you. No matter who you face, he will be a heavy bargaining chip."
Lula nodded, and the condenser who came from the side picked up Gauld. Gauld's hands were lowered, the chains were vertical, and the sealed iron box shook slightly.
Lula asked, "Leave Hert alone?"
"No."
Nolen convinced himself, "Hert is just my personal relationship. Rather than taking care of these things, I have to let you live first."
"I wasted too much time and energy on Hult."
Nolen was firm in his thoughts. No matter how guilty he felt about Hert, he should not give up on those who followed him unswervingly.
Several pairs of eyes met, and they all read the same emotion in each other's eyes. But just as Nolen was about to lead his team to break out, a familiar wave came from above his head, followed by a shocking and crazy hallucination.
The virtual realm is full of cracks and is crumbling. It used to be able to isolate the impact of the ether, but now it is like a dam full of gaps, and seawater shoots out from the gaps.
In his confused hallucination, Nolen seemed to have returned to that day again. He and Hert gathered on the pier, and the majestic ship docked beside him, casting a huge shadow on him.
"It doesn't matter. It's not an important matter. Let me go for you."
Hurt waved to himself, turned around and got on the boat. Beside the railing on the deck, he could see his wife and daughter waving.
That was the last time Nolen saw Helt smile, a sincere smile.
"Heart..."
Nolen whispered, he had not felt this familiar ether fluctuation for many years, and Nolen would never admit his mistake.
Hurt is here, not on the Hulk Coast, but on the Elysium - together with the Zingong Orchestra.
The agent from the board of directors didn't lie. Hitherto, where Nolen couldn't see, was gestating a terrible conspiracy, and it was all his own fault.
"Nolen!"
In Lula's exclamation, the torrent of water seeped out from the crack, and the crack quickly expanded, and then a roaring torrent poured into the cabin, knocking down the people in the corridor one after another, and holding them tightly against the wall.
.
The fierce ether reaction became clearer, and the roars came from far to near. Even in the cold water, the monsters did not forget to fight each other.
The dark color of the water surface turned a touch of blood, and the water level rose rapidly, leaving little room for them to move. If they didn't move, they would soon suffocate to death.
"Lula! Take them away!"
Nolen instructed, and at the same time, a bright light burst out from his eyes.
"And you!"
Lula knew what Nolen was going to do, and she tried to retain Nolen, but she only saw a figure moving against the current.
…
The cold sea water poured into the mouth, and one second there was a dull and long echo in the ears. The next second the sound became clearer, like cold swords rubbing against each other, making bursts of sharp screams.
Bologo was pushed by the rapids and bumped around in the corridor. His body was cut by broken metal, and some were pierced into his body.
His blood, the blood of the white gull, all the blood is gathered in this furious stream, and I don't know where it will end up.
In a daze, Boluogo could hear the crazy smile of the white gull, and the resentment contained in the smile. He remembered that he had torn the white gull into pieces, and he didn't know whether he had swallowed the white gull in this ups and downs.
The fragments of flesh and blood, will he be resurrected in his own body?
After a series of trials and errors, Boluogo still didn't quite understand the nature of the White Gull's immortality. Even if he chopped him into pieces, this guy would stand up again. He didn't need a certain amount of sleep time to consume the ether like he did.
.
No... Maybe Bai Ou also needs to consume ether to be resurrected, but Blessing·Nie Chaos Weile means that he doesn't have to worry about his own ether reserves at all. So what about the dormant period? In the resurrections again and again, does he have such a period?
A dormant period where you can’t fight?
Terrifying power came from the rushing sea water, followed by the white gull's wild laughter. The sea water dispersed the battlefield, but this did not prevent the white gull from releasing secret energy indiscriminately and bestowing endless pain on everyone.
Boluogo felt countless corpses hitting him, and he returned to the battlefield. Countless corpses fell from the red-hot sky, like a heavy rain of flesh and blood, more like a flock of dead birds.
"Those sutures!"
Aimu's voice sounded in his mind. She was not only a backup energy source, but also like an external brain. She was responsible for thinking when Boluogo was fully engaged in the battle.
"Yeah! There's something wrong with those sutures!"
Following Amu's prompts, Boluogo finally caught the flying mosquito, and the blurry light spots became clear.
The snake scale liquid was forged into a sword in his hand. Bologo roughly nailed it into the wall along the way, stabilized his figure, endured the severe pain, and searched for the direction of the white gull. He wanted to kill him again.
Boluogo whispered, "There must be some kind of flaw in Bai Ou's immortality. Maybe the suture is what he uses to make up for the flaw."
In the endless phantom pain, there was a blur of words in his mind, and Boluogo recognized who it was. His voice was very weak, but he still yelled at himself with all his strength.
"Bologo! Duva has found a way to kill the white gull!"
The bone-crushing knife was nailed into the wall. One hand held the handle of the knife tightly to stabilize the figure. The other hand grabbed Dua's waist to prevent him from being swept away by the torrent. This unfortunate guy did not have a whistle. Now he can only say
One sentence, Jeffrey repeated it for him.
"The sutures on his body!" Dua shouted, the aperture in his eyes was extremely bright, "I saw that every time he was cut into pieces, those sutures would start on their own and put his body back together again.
"
"There is another set of alchemical matrices inside the suture, which is still impossible to spy on. In other words, it is most likely a contract object, a contract object used to help him maintain his immortality. Destroy the suture, maybe
Can restrain him!"
Geoffrey repeated Dewar's words, "Do you understand? Borrowgo."
"What a coincidence, I just realized this as well."
Boluogo controlled more steel and hung his whole body on the ceiling, avoiding the torrent.
"It seems it's important to have an alchemist with you."
Boluogo was not joking. They were good at fighting, but they knew very little about more complex alchemy knowledge, let alone seeing loopholes in battle.
With the new information, Boluogo was full of motivation. He asked in the heart network, "Where is Palmer? Isn't he dead?"
"not dead."
Palmer's voice sounded in his mind, followed by a purring sound. Bologg shook his head and thought, forget it, Palmer has worked hard enough today.
Burlogo promised Jeffrey, "I will find a way to deal with him."
Jeffrey responded in a deep voice. Beside him, Dua said tremblingly, "So, am I useful?"
Seeing that Jeffrey didn't reply immediately, Dua hesitated for a moment, thinking about what he could do, and then he cleverly put his hand on the wound on Jeffrey's abdomen to stop the bleeding.
The two looked at each other, and Jeffrey looked confused and dazed. He never expected that there would be a second person who could do such a stupid thing that only Palmer could do. Duva looked at Jeffrey like this.
He was serious, but his face was actually filled with a silly smile and silliness.
Jeffrey couldn't stand it anymore. He had already deeply felt Dua's sincerity. There was no need to test this lunatic anymore. Just when he was about to scold Dua for what was wrong with him, a crunching sound came from above his head.
The influx of seawater crushed the broken upper deck, and the entire piece of steel smashed towards the two of them.
The virtual barrier that isolates the core area has been shattered, seawater poured into the bottom of the ship, and the water level continued to rise. The Paradise was sinking, but the sinking speed was very slow. Even if a large ship like it wanted to complete the sinking, it would at least take
In more than an hour, if Boluoge could kill the white gull in time, he might be able to fill in all the loopholes and save some property losses for the people of Xitao.
The flames of the cauldron were burning in the water. At this moment, Bologg could not control these liquids, but these heavy and chaotic steels were opening the way for him. Bologg could feel the phantom pain washing over his body along with the sea water, and he could not control the liquid.
You can feel the evil power of the white gull blessed by the devil.
The milky white mist expands and fills the surface of the water. With his secret energy and etherification, Hert is completely unaffected by the rapids and can even pass through some smaller gaps. To be precise, as long as the mist can reach, he can
Unimpeded traffic.
Helt discovered Bologo, and the fireflies of the Ether Sword flashed in the mist. They were like bloodthirsty mosquitoes, attacking directly towards Bologo, and all the obstacles along the way appeared out of thin air.
There were knife marks, and the edges of the cracks were filled with hot residual heat.
Boluogo broke through the obstacle above his head and jumped out of the water. At this time, the mist also arrived in front of him, and Hert's figure regained its physical form and pieced together.
The two of them had red eyes and were about to prepare for a new round of fatal sword fights when a huge force came. Hert's body that had just stood up straight collapsed uncontrollably, causing a dent in the water beneath him.
, the subsequent water flows complemented each other and consumed each other, creating a local vortex.
Canary floated in the water in a state of disgrace, her hair clinging to her skin, and the makeup on her face was smudged. Now she, like Boluogo and others, looked like a ferocious evil spirit.
"The troublesome guy!"
Without the obstruction of the virtual realm, Canary can finally unleash her power freely.
Hert fell into the water uncontrollably, and his body was pressed firmly to the ground. He tried to lift his arms, but under the pressure of the overwhelming force, his arms could no longer bear their own weight.
The arms were bent strangely.
The glow of ether covered his body. Just when Helt tried to etherize again to avoid the attack, the ground beneath him completely collapsed. He fell down again, crashing through layers of steel plates until he was completely separated from the metal.
Canary's secret power range.
"One has been cleared," Canary greeted Bologg, "but only temporarily."
The toughness of those who bear power is very strong, especially those who go deep into the ether like Hert. Although they can't kill him, they can at least drive a powerful enemy out of the battlefield. The two of them only need to concentrate on dealing with the white gull.
good.
In order to assassinate White Ou, Canary cooperated with many people and even hired mercenaries, but the effect was not very obvious. It was not until now that she cooperated with Boluogo that she clearly realized the difference between professionals and amateurs.
These field staff are first-rate and easy to use.
Boluogo understood what Canary meant, and he stepped up his actions and rushed forward. That was the direction from which the phantom pain was coming, and where the white gull was.
Crazy laughter resounded in the sound of rushing water. Before they could catch up, the white gull had already flowed down the river. Its withered and broken body had now healed again, and it was covered with a deep black robe.
This black robe should also be an alchemical weapon. The specific effect is not yet clear, but Boluogo thinks that its main function is to cover the body, so that the white gull will not be naked at the end of each attack.
The white gull saw Boluogo, and then a surge of phantom pain came to him.
White Ou rarely hates a person so much. When his belief in Belphegor collapsed, he always regarded himself as a savior to save those poets who were deceived by Belphegor. White Ou originally thought that Belphegor was just a savior.
He was just a tool to be played with, but he was burdened with the immortality that he could not hope for.
"I'm going to destroy everything in Belphegor!"
The white gull roared, and for a moment it was as if hell had descended and reality overlapped.
The world in Boluogo's eyes began to distort. The cold seawater was covered with a layer of scarlet. It became sticky and hot. There were fragments of flesh and blood floating in the scarlet liquid. The hard metal walls became soft and covered with mucus.
scarlet stomach lining.
At this moment, the entire cabin turned into the intestines of some kind of monster. Countless maggots crawled in the blood. They gnawed on Boluogo's body and burrowed into Boluogo's flesh along the wounds.
, it uses Bologo's body as its nest, eats, and reproduces.
When Boluogo was about to lose consciousness due to the phantom pain, the sun mark in his hand burned, and then all the light quickly dissipated, along with the uncontrollable pain.
Bologg was in a world of absolute darkness. Two beams of light fell from above his head. One beam illuminated Bologg, and the other illuminated Belphegor who was sitting on the chair.
Belphegor was as always, wearing pajamas and holding a popcorn bucket in his hand. He was looking ahead. A huge screen rose in the darkness, and the projector was projecting the battle situation inside the Paradise. From the perspective of the perspective, Belphegor was looking at the front.
Share the canary’s perspective.
"He was my mistake, a mistake that needed to be corrected."
Belphegor said and looked at Bologg, "Similarly, he is also a traitor, a traitor who needs to be sentenced to death."
In Belphegor's always lazy expression, Bologger read a rare anger. If the white gull only betrayed Belphegor, he might not care much. This kind of betrayal drama is too common among devils.
, but Bai Ou not only betrayed, he also almost completely destroyed the Unbound Poetry Society, cutting off the endless poetry, which Belphegor would never allow.
There is no need to say more about the rest. This is a deal, a cold deal. If Bologg accepts Belphegor's power, he will be able to withstand the impact of the Blissful Wound. Likewise, he will also take Bai Luo's hand.
The head of the gull is delivered to Belphegor.
"That's a good deal, Borogo."
Seeing that Boluogo remained silent, Belphegor continued, "It's just a temporary protection. After the matter is completed, you and I will have nothing to do with each other."
"Is it really no longer relevant?"
After hearing Belphegor's words, Bologger laughed disdainfully, "Do you believe this when you say it?"
Bologna unabashedly laughed at Belphegor. He did not know the specific past between Belphegor and White Gull, but after experiencing everything, Bologna would not easily believe in the devil.
The light above his head dissipated, and Belphegor's figure disappeared into the darkness. Belphegor knew what kind of person Belphegor was, and if he continued to chat, it was just nonsense.
The noise returned again, and the bloody hell was in front of us. The white gull followed the flowing water and approached Boluogo. In Boluogo's hallucination, the white gull had become the king of hell at this moment, with its rugged body covered with ferocious...
Human skin, fat and muscle tissue were exposed, filling the vacancies in the body, and the skeletons opened their mouths, spitting out sparks in anger.
The white gull raised the long sword made of several twisted spines and swung the sentence of crime towards Boluogo.
In an instant, the pain and hallucinations reached their peak, and Boluogo lost almost all consciousness except the pain, but he still stared at the ferocious face of the white gull with his eyes wide open.
"The pain... is just an illusion."
Boluogo warned himself like this. Like a trapped animal, he roared at the white gulls with the same roar, jumped out of the water, and even faced the Lord of Hell, he still summoned swords, spears, swords and halberds.
Kill the king.
The hook penetrated Bai Ou's armpit, the spear penetrated his arm, the giant ax struck on the shoulder, almost splitting half of his body, the swords intertwined, piercing Bai Ou's chest, and then came
The chains covered with thorns whipped the white gull's body, tearing open the robe and tearing the skin. The scarlet muscle tissue was directly exposed to the sea water. The strong stinging sensation made the white gull laugh happily.
Boluogo resisted this fatal impact with his will. He did not need the devil's protection. He was his own eternal labor.
With each blow, the form of the Lord of Hell will be filled with cracks, just like overlapping movies. Bologo shatters the illusion and gradually reveals the real world.
Boluogo saw clearly the bloody white gull, and also saw clearly the stab that penetrated his heart.
The white gull's hand reached out from Boluogo's back, holding the beating heart in his hand. He smiled at Boluogo with a ferocious face, squeezed it hard, and crushed it into a piece of dirty blood.
Bologo's body froze in place, but the next second he defied life and death and moved again. All the stored soul fragments burned at this moment, and the ether that appeared out of thin air forcibly continued Bologo's actions.
, and even in the fatal wound on the chest, the glow of ether appeared on the edge of the wound.
Etherization.
Clumsy imitation, but good enough for this moment.
Another cold edge pierced the white gull's chest from behind. Canary cursed the white gull, "You will regret having immortality."
The white gull laughed aloud and acted contemptuously, not caring about life or death.
He always looked drunk, with madness and enthusiasm in his expression, like a mentally defective patient, but in the next moment, Bai Ou's dim eyes suddenly had a little light.
In the tide of joy brought by sensory stimulation, the ups and downs of the soul briefly climbed onto the shore, and then was swept back to the deep sea by the waves again.
"I already regret it."
Canary looked at the white gull in disbelief. She suspected that she had heard wrongly, but the white gull in front of her turned back to its crazy look, as if the peaceful confession just now was just an illusion.
She did not hold back because of this, a steady stream of ether was injected into the dagger, and the alchemical matrix on it was triggered.
Alchemical Arms: Fang of Death.
Gray chains appeared out of thin air and wrapped around Bai Ou's body, completely blocking his rising ether. At the same time, a huge force was exerted on his body, crushing Bai Ou into mud.
Boluogo stretched out his corrosive touch and grabbed the sutures that were running like snakes in a mass of twisted and hideous flesh.
With the help of the power of alchemical weapons, Bologo's ether quickly invaded the sutures, and waves of evil power expanded from the sutures. The ends of the sutures even pierced into Bologo's flesh and passed through quickly.
Boluogo took a deep breath, summoned up all his strength, and forcefully pulled out all the sutures from the white gull's body, like a sharp fishing net. When the sutures were separated, the white gull's body was completely broken into pieces.
Piece after piece.
Each piece of flesh and blood maintains sufficient activity, but it is difficult to piece together each other. Canary cut off the head of the white gull and held it in his hand. Boluogo used his last strength to order the steel men.
Pour the broken flesh and blood into a coffin.
The strength was burned out, Boluogo lost all his strength, and his tenacious will became exhausted. The water washed over his body, and just when he was about to be swept into the bottom of the boat, a hand grabbed him.
Aimu dragged Boluogo hard to ensure that Boluogo would not be washed away. At the same time, she also pulled the sutures. These strange lines seemed to have vitality, hungry for flesh and blood.
They tried to penetrate into Aimu's body, but were blocked by the tough metal. The body of steel was surprisingly useful under certain conditions, for example, Aimu would not drown.
More and more water poured into the cabin, and the water level continued to rise. It was obviously a crisis at the moment, but Aimu couldn't help but relax.
Canary stood on the iron coffin shaped by Bologo. The tooth of death penetrated from the white gull's temple, and was carried in Canary's hand like a trophy.
With the white gull being restrained, this crazy party seemed to have finally come to an end.
Aimu took a long breath, but suddenly a sharp cry sounded.
The white gull that was pierced by the dagger opened its mouth wide. He was like a bird broadcasting an ominous message, with a steady stream of blood pouring out of his mouth, nose, ears and eyes.
The white gull screamed and screamed, and the sharp sound penetrated all the iron walls and the tide, vowing to drag everyone into hell.
At the bottom of the boat where the currents crisscrossed, Helt struggled to swim upwards. He saw the hazy light shining from the water. When Helt emerged from the water, it seemed that he had traveled through the illusory reality and arrived at the place in his dream.
World, a woman and a girl are standing on the shore, with beautiful smiles on their faces.
The woman nodded to Helt, and the girl ran over quickly, hugged Helt, and sounded a childish voice.