Boluogo has never felt that he is so powerful. Even if all he has at this moment is the bite in his hand, it is enough and he does not need anything more.
The blood boiled, sparks flew everywhere, the tall wolf head fell apart in front of Boluogo, and the broken body was eaten by more monsters. They went crazy, burrowing into the corpse like maggots, trying to bite through the body.
With a huge body, it is easy to get into the big library.
The monsters bit through the internal organs of the wolf-headed monsters and passed through the layers of rib cages. As soon as their ferocious faces came out of their bodies, the dark sword blades nailed them to the corpses.
If they can't get in, no one can get in. Boluogo will guard this last door until the story gets the ending it deserves.
Irwin stood on the workbench, like a theater actor standing on his stage. The blazing firelight fell from behind the broken floor-to-ceiling windows and shone on him just right. It was like a deliberately designed light, and countless pages were blown away.
The evening breeze that entered the room stirred up, and they were blowing like a blizzard.
"Haha! Look! Asmode! Look!"
Irwin danced excitedly, and he even extended his hand to invite Asmodeus to step on the workbench with him and enjoy the show of fighting against the darkness.
Asmodeus didn't respond. She seemed to be frozen, standing stiffly on the spot, looking straight into the burning night.
The monsters that were supposed to surround Daisy Castle were dispersed by the hunters. They launched a counterattack at the hunters who came out of the dark night, but then the Dawn fired thousands of guns, and the reloaded train cannon crushed their guns easily.
The body, tearing apart the waves of death.
Corpses were piled on the ground layer after layer, with mud-like flesh and blood mixed with the muddy soil. The hunters roared, chopped off heads one after another, and built them into high tower skull bases.
Asmodeus is very confident in his story. Driven by darkness, endless monsters will bury everyone, and Irwin has no chance of winning.
But now the situation has been reversed. Irwin has brought an army from the story, a fully armed and bloody army.
"This...how is this possible?"
Asmodeus was puzzled. The narrative restricted everyone. How could Irwin write such a deus ex machina?
Before the question was answered, Asmodeus suddenly understood.
Yes, all the stories at the moment come from Irwin's new book. Irwin turned his new book into a magical autobiography. In this autobiography, he is a chronicler who accidentally knows what is hidden under the earth.
"Night Hunter" is also a story he wrote based on this hidden world.
In other words, from a certain opportunity, Irwin's new book and "Night Hunters" are in the same worldview.
Fantasy and reality are connected, stories are nested layer by layer, and narrative levels are merged into one.
While Asmodeus can summon endless monsters, Irwin can also call on his characters to come to the rescue, just like what Irwin wrote in the book.
When the monster comes, the journey through the night will also follow.
This was never a deus ex machina, but the ending that Irwin prepared for himself from the beginning. The devils never guessed through his heart.
Irwin is like an onion, hiding his true wish with one true word after another. For a moment, Bologg even wondered, is what he is experiencing now really Irwin's wish? Or is it?
, he is still hiding something.
"Come on! Friends, this is the last party!"
Irwin pulled Asmodeus up, holding her hand while holding her waist. The two stood on the narrow workbench, looking at each other.
I'm afraid Irwin is really crazy. In Asmodeus's long life, this was the first time she encountered such a crazy human being. He started dancing with him, but Irwin didn't know how to dance. His
His steps were stiff and he looked like he was stamping his feet in place. He almost stepped on himself several times.
Irwin rarely danced in his life. The first time he danced was thirty-three years ago. He felt that Asmodeus probably didn't remember it. The second time was now. He seemed to have been waiting for this moment for a long time.
The heavy cannonballs smashed through the wall of the large library, and the glass dome also shattered. Then more cannonballs hit, and the hunters seemed to be trying to bulldoze the castle, pouring out all their firepower.
The glass shattered into sparkling dust, and large chunks of masonry fell from the sky. The rubble scattered like bullets, and the raised dust accumulated a thick layer on the ground. Palmer jumped out of the gap in the floor-to-ceiling window in time,
After dodging several falling boulders, Boluoge moved quickly under the collapsing torrent of death. Aimu stumbled and almost fell. The steel body was covered with pits and depressions.
"catch me!"
Boluogo roared, and without any slowdown he collided with Aimu. Aimu hugged Boluogo and hung on him like a koala. Boluogo then waved and bitten.
, smashed the falling boulders, and found gaps in the collapsed buildings to survive.
After confirming his own safety, Boluogo looked at Irwin. He was actually still dancing with Asmodeus. The small world the two of them lived in was not invaded by any external objects. Falling rocks would change their trajectory, and smoke and dust would be carried by the wind.
And passed away.
This was the last carnival before the end. Along with the clumsy dance steps of the two, densely packed bookshelves like monuments fell in pieces. The books Irwin collected were shattered, and the scraps of paper were stained with blood, like scattered roses.
petal.
The monsters dragged their broken limbs and struggled to advance among the ruins. The large library was gradually collapsing. Walls collapsed one after another, like gift boxes being opened, revealing the treasures inside to the world. The noise became louder.
, this time, Boluogo could clearly see the fighting battlefield without looking far away.
"It's so beautiful..."
Aimu let go of Boluogo and stared into the distance. The daisies in the sea of flowers seemed to be indestructible. Even if they were entangled by fireworks, they still bloomed warmly. They once again emitted that beautiful orange-red light, just like they had in the Happy Garden.
As seen.
All fantasies are becoming reality and all wishes will be fulfilled.
The hunters jumped into the sea of flowers to fight against the monsters. Every blow brought out brilliant sparks, like rising fireflies, flying across the earth.
The entire large library has been almost completely flattened, and there are no longer any high walls to block it. It is like a gradually rising stage, and everyone can clearly see everything in the large library.
On the narrow workbench, the two of them looked like jumping puppets in a music box.
Irwin also saw the beautiful sea of flowers, which was undoubtedly a rare comfort to him. Asmodeus had been silent from the beginning. Even the dance with Irwin was caused by Irwin's clumsy way.
Dominated by the earth, she was played around like a soulless doll.
"Son, you have to bear this."
A familiar song sounded from Irwin's throat. Asmodeus seemed to have heard this song somewhere, but she couldn't remember it. Irwin hummed the tune, his eyes were unfocused, and he was absorbed in this beautiful moment.
, even if everything is turned upside down.
"You have to bear this, no matter how long it takes."
Signal bombs rose into the night sky one after another, exploding like holiday fireworks, illuminating the dark land and illuminating countless monsters. Their shadows were ferocious and endless, but then there were even brighter ones.
The light rose into the sky, blooming like a disappearing meteor, and like a spreading fishing net, cutting the night into squares.
Boluogo raised his head, and he saw the stars falling in the dark night, and each bright star was trailing straight little tail flames. When they fell to the ground, the high temperature easily burned through the bodies of the monsters, burning them.
It penetrates their bones, like spears of light penetrating the heaven and earth.
Thousands of monsters howled miserably, their bodies were burning, turning into ashes from the inside, their blood evaporated rapidly, hot steam overflowed from the body surface, gathered together, and turned into a mist covering the earth, but
Accompanied by the roaring sound of cannons, heavy warheads shredded the heavy fog.
The hunters fired continuous thermite. This deadly weapon was like a herbicide, burning hundreds of monsters to death. Their corpses were entangled together and spread evenly on the ground, making the ground extremely soft.
, blood can ooze out with a little application.
"Palmer! Stop them!"
After recovering from the burning shock, Boluogo shouted to Palmer beside him.
Groups of monsters were separated from the large army. Facing the legions of hunters, they had no chance of winning. However, it became much easier to penetrate the defense line of the three Bologos.
Palmer stepped forward and he slashed surprisingly hard. This guy completely inserted himself into the story and was filled with a sense of honor every moment. This is worth more than the Rookie of the Year Award.
"It's worth it!" shouted Palmer. "It's worth it!"
One after another, ferocious heads flashed, and among them Bologg also saw the familiar Dread Devourer and the wolf-headed monster. The darkness charged towards them, and Bologg roared in response.
Irwin created a miracle, and Bologg had to respond with a miracle. With almost no time to hesitate, Bologg plunged into the raging tide of monsters below. Palmer didn't even have time to call for a stop, and Bologg was already there.
Disappeared into the surging darkness, completely submerged by monsters.
"Bologo!"
Aimu shouted worriedly. Just as she was about to go down to help Boluogo, suddenly there was a sharp and manic sword cry mixed with a tragic wail.
Almost at the same moment, the wave of monsters surging below was suddenly cleared out of a vacuum area, like a hole of flesh and blood dug into a huge body. In the center of the hole, Boluogo took off the blood and became
He was wearing only a thin top among the heavy coat. Stained with blood, the fabric clung to his skin, outlining the lines of his body.
The resentful bite was still so smooth and clean, and blood dripped along the edge of the blade. Under Bologo's fierce slashes, the monsters it touched became fragmented.
“What a rare experience.”
Boluogo muttered to himself, stepping on the corpse of the monster and moving forward. Many ferocious faces flashed in front of him, but Boluogo did not feel the slightest fear.
There are not many opportunities to experience the plot of the story in person. Under the breath of death, Boluogo felt a sense of nostalgia, which reminded him of the crazy killings when he first started working.
"massacre!"
Boluogo laughed heartily. The Dread Devourer knocked away many monsters and waved its deadly scythe. It was covered with strong scales. Even hunters needed to use some means to kill this monster.
Tricky monster.
This was not a problem for Boluogo. He accelerated and ran wildly, knocking away the monsters that were in the way. Facing the intertwined scythes, Boluogo jumped up exquisitely and passed through the gap between the sickles. In an instant, he and
The distance between the Terror Devourers quickly shortened, and then they were beheaded.
The Resentful Bite split open the Horrible Devourer's skull, then its neck, chest, and lumbar spine. It wasn't until Bologg had almost completely cut the Resentful Bite into the Horrible Devourer's body that he stopped and slashed most of it with his sword.
The body fell down smoothly, as if a skilled doctor was operating it, and the cross-section of the body was clearly visible.
Boluogo then cut off a sickle. Facing the numerous monsters, Boluogo picked up the giant scythe with one hand, swung it with all his strength, turned around, and cut off all the approaching monsters with the deadly blade.
Then Bologo let go of his hand, and the giant scythe knocked down a large number of monsters, leaving only the bleeding severed limbs in place.
He was panting, and his body temperature was frighteningly high. The sweat mixed with blood was evaporated, and the steam was steaming.
The hunters have leveled most of the battlefield. They have encountered more terrifying situations than this. Now these are nothing at all. Everything is so orderly, killing all the enemies, seizing positions, and waiting for another round of shelling. They
Attack like a soldier, act like a legion.
Irwin still danced with clumsy steps, but with the same vitality as at the beginning, his pace was undoubtedly much slower now. Dusty footprints were stepped on the workbench one after another, and then dripping blood fell.
Asmodeus looked at Irwin's pale face with blood loss. He rotated Asmodeus around. Every time he rotated, the high walls collapsed and the spires fell. This seemed to be a doomsday dance, and the entire Daisy Castle was in ruins.
It has almost collapsed, and the heavy masonry has buried all the invading monsters. Maybe when Irwin stops, everything will be over.
"You are really a selfish guy."
Asmodeus suddenly said, "You say you don't care about anything, but in fact it's all for satisfying yourself, the realization of your self-worth, and the eternity of your muse."
Irwin showed an ugly smile, he didn't answer, he just enjoyed the afterglow of this carnival.
Boluogo's frantic slashing gradually slowed down. From now on, Palmer and Aimu also jumped down from the ruins-like library and formed a front line in front of them, blocking the monsters' attacks.
impact.
They just need to hold on until the hunters push the front, but the monsters don't want to give in so easily - Asmodeus doesn't want to give in.
The power of madness gathered in the battlefield, and the darkness almost took on physical form. It was brewing in the mountains of corpses. The hunters stopped vigilantly, while the monsters whined and fled around, but not yet
No matter how far away they are, a strong suction force will capture them.
A black hole seemed to appear out of thin air on the battlefield. It emerged from the sea of burning flowers, pulling everything around it. The ferocious and abominable monsters were squeezing each other, stacked layer by layer, and squeezed by the terrifying force.
Down, its body was weirdly bent and twisted, its faces overlapped, and it finally turned into a pitch-black egg as high as a small mountain.
The terrifying tide of monsters subsided instantly. Most of the monsters were swallowed up by the black eggs. Only a small number of monsters were still wandering on the battlefield, but they no longer posed a threat.
After Boluogo killed the last monster in front of him, he also saw the towering black egg. The surface of the egg was like a mural, carved with all kinds of weird things, and the entire land was covered with a layer of flesh and blood.
, it is like a product born from flesh and blood, like an obelisk rising from the ground.
Boluogo did not relax because of this. The pitch-black egg was surrounded by a sea of burning flowers. The orange-red light hit the egg, as if he was in a fire. Boluogo couldn't help but think of some evil sacrificial rituals.
The hunters took the lead in firing at the dark egg. The bullets landed on the egg sheath, causing bursts of sparks. Its case was extremely hard, like metal. The train gun and thermite all hit the egg sheath.
It also failed to shake the egg of darkness.
Boluogo's heart was hanging. He thought this would be the end of the battle, but now it seemed that it would not end so easily.
Waves of low-pitched heartbeats sounded from within the pitch-black egg, and then the pitch-black case seemed to become transparent, with the same orange-red light glowing inside, as if a fire was burning inside the egg sheath, almost burning.
All flesh and blood.
Red lines crawled along the twisted reliefs of the monsters on the watch case, and the light in the lines gradually became stronger, until the high temperature completely melted the solid watch case, and it completely shattered with a bang.
Under the egg sheath is a group of overlapping creations that are several meters high, like a giant lotus. And as the petals like tall towers stretch out, its shape continues to grow, even to the point where it covers
The pure white petals almost completely covered the battlefield.
It is so huge, but it has an indescribable lightness, like pieces of rolling white clouds, swaying with the breeze.
A sweet incense covered up the burning and rotting smell on the battlefield. Bologger breathed softly and felt a refreshing comfort.
Unconsciously, the dark mist was released from the roots of the giant lotus. It silently covered the corpse like a tide. The hot battlefield quickly cooled down. The soil mixed with the flesh and blood was quickly frozen, and layers of solid frost covered it.
On the soft corpse.
Boluogo was slightly absent-minded. No matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that the egg sheath would give birth to such a thing. Just as he relaxed, the giant lotus fully bloomed, and the petals extended to their heart's content, covering the night sky. There was a sound of tearing the air in the sky.
There was a harsh sound, like a steel needle piercing the eardrum, stinging the nerves.
Blood overflowed from the ear canal, and Boluogo covered his ears in pain. More intense pain came from his body, everyone was like this, as if there was a strong poison attacking the internal organs, and there was a throbbing pain in his chest, like a hammer.
The ribs were hit repeatedly, the blood surged, and the taste of rust emerged in the throat.
The pupils of the hunters became dilated, and blood overflowed from their mouths and noses. They struggled endlessly and were in pain. Angry war roars sounded in their throats, turning all the pain into the desire to attack. They swung their swords towards the giant lotus. It was also here.
For a moment, the heavy and huge petals of the giant lotus flapped regularly, like insects about to take off.
Waves of cyclones roared in, blowing away and repelling all the hunters who tried to attack. Boluogo swung his sword and pierced the frozen ground, stabilizing his figure. Then, a flash of light appeared in his eyes.
Densely packed with hundreds of scarlet dots.
Within the unfolded stamens of the giant lotus, a scarlet pillar rises from the ground. When it extends to the extreme, almost touching the end of the sky, it suddenly scatters and turns into countless ribbons, silk carried by the wind.
It was not silk, but countless scarlet tentacles thrust out at high speed, like erupting plasma, sweeping around like arrows.
Many hunters who had not yet recovered were accurately hit by the tentacles. At the moment of contact, the tentacles penetrated the flesh and blood easily like spears. The next second, the thin body was completely torn into pieces, and the spine, internal organs, and flesh and blood were turned into pieces.
They were slapped on the ground in chunks, emitting a hot and stinky smell of blood.
Roots rooted deep in the ground also broke out of the ground one after another, tearing deep ravines in the ground, dragging one hunter after another into the darkness of the ground. They disappeared so fast that they could only be heard.
The painful exclamation passed through my ears.
Palmer let out a shrill scream. Under the strange influence, Palmer was no longer as dexterous as before. He used the storm feathers to cut off most of the tentacles, but a few of them still reached him.
In front of his eyes, as swiftly as thunder, it dug out several bloody holes in Palmer's body.
Drenched in blood, Palmer fell straight down, blood overflowing, leaving only the echo of painful breathing.
Bologg had no time to take care of Palmer. At the same time as Palmer fell, a rain of tentacles also arrived in front of Bologg. In Julian's eyes, Bologg was much more threatening than Palmer.
To do this, it mobilized more tentacles to attack.
The surging Qi and blood made Boluogo's movements extremely slow. No matter how determined he was, he could not distort the basis of reality with his will. Boluogo could only barely hold up his resentment and try to split these speeding tentacles.
.
Can't be split.
Boluogo realized in anger that if he could not cut off these tentacles, he would be torn into pieces like a hunter.
The destined death instead aroused Boluogo's anger. He faced thousands of scarlets until a familiar voice sounded in his ears.
"I'm here to save you!"
Aimu sprinted and knocked down Boluogo. The giant lotus's influence on the flesh and blood body could not interfere with Aimu, who was wearing steel. She became the only person who could move quickly under this influence.
The short body carried Boluogo on her shoulders like a cargo. She was as dexterous as a monkey traveling through the dense forest. Her scarlet tentacles passed by Aimu, tearing off some clothes.
It left a dent in the metal case, but this couldn't stop Aimu from running wildly.
Aimu has never felt that she can run so fast. There are extremely dangerous tentacles everywhere, but she feels happy in her heart. She understands Irwin's strange psychology. Aimu's value is being realized.
Bologo had an effect, even if it was a limited one.
Bologg looked at her in surprise, and then a scarlet tentacle struck from a tricky angle. Bologg instinctively swung his sword to cut off the tentacle, but another tentacle followed closely behind it.
It was too late, the tentacles were like a scarlet blood tongue, twisting its trajectory in mid-air, approaching quickly, and then the scarlet trajectory penetrated Amu's waist and abdomen. Boluogo could hear the sound of broken metal, and the refraction of metal fragments
Glimmering, like gems sprinkled into the air.
Aimu's steps also stagnated, and the apertures in her eyes narrowed slightly. She seemed to be falling, but the next second she stepped firmly on the ground again.
The steel body will not feel pain or fatigue. Even if it is injured, it is just a cold body, as long as the core components are not affected.
"no problem!"
Aimu shouted, she seemed to be talking to Boluogo, and she seemed to be comforting herself.
She carried Boluogo to avoid subsequent attacks and plunged into a crater. It was only at this moment that Aimu breathed a sigh of relief. She leaned against the cold gravel with a slightly bitter expression.
"If it were flesh and blood, it would really be dead."
A hideous wound emerged from Amu's waist and abdomen. The tentacles penetrated the shell, and the internal machinery also penetrated. The metal surface was covered with cracks, like a porcelain doll that was about to break.
Fortunately, it did not touch Aimu's mechanical spine, otherwise the blow just now would have been enough to break Aimu's waist.
The dizziness in Boluoge's mind was much lighter. Seeing Aimu's appearance, he was speechless for a moment. Aimu didn't let Boluogo speak. She gave Boluogo a thumbs up.
Then he pointed at the giant lotus like mountains in the distance.
The roar of cannons sounded. After surviving the first round of attacks, the hunters also recovered. The train cannon fired again, igniting the huge pure white petals with bloody fireworks, and the night became bright again.
A new round of thermite was projected into the sky, and the stars fell, creating straight spears of light.
"I'll kill it."
As he spoke, Boluoge climbed out of the crater. He took a deep breath, and then ran with bated breath. The huge petals swayed, and streams of air hit Boluogo's body. He tried to knock Boluogo over, but he was stopped by Boluogo.
Logo resisted.
The recovered hunters pose a greater threat to the giant lotus. Under the continuous bombardment and thermite, the petals on the side of the giant lotus facing the hunters have begun to burn and wither. For this reason, it exerts more power on the giant lotus.
On this side, tentacles swept towards Dawn's armed carriages, leaving terrifying dents on the thickened armor.
Some train guns were destroyed by it, while others fired as the tentacles approached. The deadly shells crushed the tentacles and returned their blood to the giant lotus.
While running wildly, Boluogo saw a petal hanging down slowly. The end of the petal was not too high from the ground. Boluogo was fully capable of jumping on it. But just before he jumped, the ground beneath him cracked.
Opened, a scarlet tentacle rose from the ground.
Storm Feather emerged from under the night sky, accurately cutting off the tentacles, causing a large amount of blood to flow out. Bologg couldn't see Palmer's position, but he could imagine him giving him a thumbs up.
When his feet stepped on the petals, the touch was very strange. The surface of the petals seemed to be covered with a layer of thick mucus. Boluogo did not dare to breathe. He was afraid of being affected by the fainting feeling again, so he could only endure the strange feeling.
The feeling continues to move forward.
The giant lotus seemed to be aware of Bologo's arrival, and some of the tentacles that attacked the hunters turned around and attacked Bologo, but this time the resentful bite cut them down accurately, as easily as cutting off a fly.
The tentacles still have a strong vitality after being broken, like a python, struggling violently on the surface of the mucus, blood flowing all over the ground, and the path of Boluogo's progress is outlined on the pure white petals.
He was like an approaching storm. Every time he swung his sword, he raised pieces of flesh and blood. Soon the anomaly here attracted the attention of the hunters. One of the hunters standing on the roof of the car noticed that the tentacles had changed their attack direction.
Then he faintly saw the figure of Boluogo striding forward.
Boluogo wanted to pierce the stamen.
A crazy idea arose in the hunter's mind, without any communication, as if he understood what Boluogo had done. He was shocked by Boluogo's crazy idea, and then he was amazed.
"Concentrated fire!"
The hunter said as he pulled out his sword, which was a long and narrow blade as black as a spike, just like another Grudge.
"Help that madman!"
The hunter yelled, and he began to think about who the guy who climbed up the flower petals was. Obviously there was no such person in the Dawn.
The train gun turned its muzzle, and swaths of thermite were concentratedly released. The firepower was twisted together, like the dragon's breath breathed by a giant dragon, and the blazing fire that melted through steel, and the firepower was poured out wantonly.
The petals that were attacked from the front quickly withered, and the ground began to tremble slightly. Countless cracks appeared, and many roots burst out, entangled themselves in the heavy carriage, and some attacked the hunter.
After the first wave of fighting, the hunters have become very good at dealing with these. Julian's current offensive has had little effect, while the hunters have achieved significant results.
The furious fireworks not only burned through the huge petals, but also gradually spread to the huge rhizome. The entire giant lotus was dragged into the sea of fire by the hunters.
The concentrated firepower quickly consumed their ammunition, but also severely damaged the giant lotus in a short period of time. It repeatedly flapped its petals to create hurricanes, and at the same time, its scarlet tentacles also attacked the hunters. Compared to these groups of
As a hunter, Boluogo seems not that important.
Boluogo continued to run forward. As he went deeper into the giant lotus, the mucus on the petals became thicker and thicker. Every time he took a step, a large stretch of string would appear on the soles. It felt like many people had grabbed your
body, you have to drag them forward with the weight.
Shock waves came from the front. At the end of the tentacles, in the scarlet stamens, there seemed to be tons of plasma surging. The giant lotus was brewing a fatal attack. The next moment, it was like a volcano erupting, thousands of tons of blood.
The plasma was thrown high from the stamens, and a scarlet rainstorm fell to the ground a few seconds later.
There was no shelter around Boluogo. When the first ray of rain hit his face, a heartbreaking pain spread over him. His skin began to fester, and the dermal layer was directly corroded, and the white bones could still be vaguely seen.
, there was a sizzling sound of bubbles coming from the wound, and white smoke was rising.
The blood was like strong acid. Before more raindrops drenched Boluogo, he lowered his body and cut off large petals, holding them over his head like an umbrella. The weird mucus could resist the blood to a certain extent, but this
The petals could only protect Boluogo's torso.
The ends of Bologo's limbs and scattered parts of his body were corroded. The cloth was burned through, the flesh was corroded, and the hand holding the sword was covered with scars. White gas emitted from his body, like smoke from an overloaded machine.
The strong acid blood corroded the entire battlefield, and even the hunters had to retreat into the carriage. The blood came into contact with the metal, and the stinging sound filled everyone's ears.
The leader of the hunter took a deep breath. He gripped the dark sword blade tightly and looked at the giant lotus that continued to spray blood. He murmured to himself, "He is in trouble."
The scarlet tentacles changed direction, and taking advantage of the gap in the fight for the strong acid blood, they began to clean up the little bug that climbed up. Seeing this, the hunter thought for a moment and stepped into the rain of blood.
Boluoge was getting closer and closer to the flower. He began to think about some things on the difficult journey. Now he was covered in bruises, and some wounds were so deep that his bones were visible. In the past, under the protection of the gift, this was nothing to Boluogo, but
Now once he falls, he will not be able to fight again until the reality is shattered.
Now that the flower stamen has vomited out all the plasma, this is his only chance. Once it accumulates plasma again, it will be a pool of strong acid. If he plunges into it, he may not even cut off the giant lotus.
It was corroded into a puddle of pus.
"Asmodeus, you are going to lose."
Boluogo cheered himself up, thinking that the devil would lose to a mortal, he once again had strong motivation.
Stepping on the overlapping petals, Boluogo gradually went deeper into them. They flapped slightly and sent out an overwhelming airflow. Fortunately, Boluogo was close enough, and this could not stop him.
A hint of scarlet gradually appeared in his eyes, and this scarlet became clearer and clearer, and its outline became more and more complete.
Boluogo decided to take a gamble. Irwin had already gambled his life for this crazy story, so he had nothing to hesitate. He could already see the roots of the scarlet tentacles, woven into the
Together, like a scarlet stone pillar, there are gathered petals on the periphery of the rhizome. They become smaller in turn. Within the light red inner wall, drops of plasma are gradually secreted out, and a shallow layer has gathered below.
The tentacles noticed the arrival of Boluogo, and like a group of dancing snakes, they attacked Boluogo overwhelmingly. They were so close that Boluogo also tore off the petal fragments above his head, leaving the scarlet
The raindrops hit my body, causing heart-wrenching pain.
The resentful bite cut through the tentacles that arrived first. Boluogo moved while slashing, like a black lightning. Countless tentacles almost completely surrounded him, turning into a scarlet cage, layer by layer.
The layers are stacked together.
No matter how fast Bologo swung his sword, he could not cut off all the tentacles, not to mention that the strong acid blood left him covered with bruises. Soon one tentacle crossed his defense line and bit into his thigh.
A chunk of flesh and blood.
At the same time, Boluogo stepped on the layers of petals and reached the core. He used all his strength to jump up high. Boluogo took a deep breath and roared towards the giant lotus.
The giant lotus responded to the challenger. A despairing scarlet wall made up of countless tentacles entangled together blocked Boluogo's way. They were entangled layer by layer, and they were both a high wall of obstruction.
It is also a wave of death.
There was nothing but scarlet in the field of vision.
Boluogo realized desperately that he could not break through this layer of defense, and he would only be torn into pieces by these endless tentacles.
A high-pitched whistling sound like a buzzing sound came from the wind, and the sharp sound constantly irritated everyone's fragile eardrums, ringing in Bologo's mind like an alarm bell.
Bologo was familiar with this sound. Whenever he swung his sword to cut away the strong wind at extremely fast speeds, this deadly and elegant sound would be heard from the blade.
The sound approached, and then a long and narrow line of pitch black stretched on the scarlet wall. After a few seconds of pause, scarlet blood exploded and spilled along the path of the pitch black line, and at the same time, the indestructible scarlet wall began to collapse.
In the shattered flesh and blood all over the sky, Boluogo saw the man who cut through the scarlet wall. His speed was very fast. What remained in Boluogo's eyes was just a blurry figure, but Boluogo recognized the sharp weapon.
The sword is very similar to the resentful bite in his hand, and it can even be said to be the same sword.
The hunter turned around, waved the sword blade in his hand in a semicircle, and threw it out like a bolt of thunder. The dark trajectory once again crossed in front of Boluogo, completely cutting off the scattered tentacles, and the core of the flower stamen was completely
Exposed in front of Boluogo.
He raised his arms to Bologna and shouted, "Unstoppable!"
From then on, there were no obstacles in the way.
The hunter from the story rescued the hunter from reality, and now, the hunter from reality is about to end this crazy story.
Borogo fell into the scarlet abyss.
The wildly dancing tentacles suddenly stagnated, and they frantically contracted towards the stamens. The thousands of layers of petals that were blooming also quickly contracted and closed at this moment, until the entire giant lotus was wrapped layer by layer, and continued to collapse.
Almost shrinking into that pitch-black egg again.
A shrill and desperate cry came from the layers of flower stamens, like the screams of thousands of ghosts crying together.
Huge sadness echoed across the battlefield.
The closed giant lotus quickly bloomed again. When it bloomed, all its petals quickly withered. Like a dying counterattack, it set off a chaotic airflow that swept away the earth and scraped up the blood of the corpse, but this time it was unable to kill anyone.
The giant lotus began to wither and wither. It scattered into fine dust, as if it had never existed. As the petals that covered the sky disappeared, the orange-red flower sea was revealed again, and every daisy was covered with smoke.
The magnificent halo looks like fire is burning.
Boluogo stood in the sea of flowers, and a few seconds later the roar of the mountain and the tsunami of cheers came from the direction of the Dawn.
