Boluogo looked at the huge, dark, bottomless dug well, and he couldn't help but recall the former glory of this place.
"It was here that they dug through the earth's crust, mined the original things, and used them to create the embryos of the soulless ones."
Once here, large drilling machines roared on the surface, and the huge drill bits rotated and cut rapidly into the earth's crust. The gravel and cuttings were scattered everywhere, like a magnificent fireworks with sparks flying.
"As the drill continues to advance, the earth's crust is slowly penetrated... If King Solomon calculated the speed at which the ether eroded matter, he could even deduce from the depth of the earth's erosion when the ether touched the material world.
.”
As a scholar, Aimu realized more details from these details than Boluogo. "As for the soulless ones, I don't know for the time being what their use is, but I think they are very suitable for fighting against devils."
trade."
Aimu continued in Bolog's ear, "The devil values valuable things, and the soulless people, as the only remaining human beings in the world, must be extremely precious in the eyes of the devil, right?"
Boluogo was silent for a long time. In this dark and dilapidated place, he could vaguely smell the smell of fresh soil.
"More than that," Boluogo said, "Maybe this is a win-win situation. King Solomon made a deal with the devil. The devil gave him knowledge and technology, and he was responsible for creating soulless people for the devil to satisfy the devil.
Desire for value.”
Amu's expression was complicated, which was also a possibility. After all, one of the most widely circulated legends about King Solomon was that his knowledge came from the devil.
The violent tremors coming from above their heads interrupted their thoughts, and countless dust fell down, confusing their vision.
"Under the throne, above the well."
Boluogo recalled the information obtained in Sachin's research room, and he continued, "The so-called starting picture scroll was taken away together."
The beast that devours the herd raised the Golden Palace from the ground, but left the ruins of the Abyss Well in place. Through simple speculation, the starting scroll should be in the ruins at the bottom of the Golden Palace.
"What do you think that could be?" Amy asked curiously.
"I don't know," Boluogo recalled what he saw along the way, "but it is definitely something that is enough to subvert our knowledge."
The deep and distant roar came again, and boulders fell one after another. With the awakening of the group-devouring beast, the entire abandoned land became turbulent.
Boluogo immediately cheered up and shouted to Aimu, "Door! Look for a door!"
Aimu's eyes shone, and she said in surprise, "Yes! Theoretically, we are already in the Golden Palace!"
The two looked at each other and immediately threw themselves into the surrounding shadows, looking for the Winding Path Gate. With Sa Qin's badge, they were walking through the Golden Palace at this time, and there was a high probability that they could directly bypass the Devouring Gate.
The beasts of the herd arrived directly at the Golden Palace.
It is also possible that the moment you open the door, it will be wrapped in light and turned into ashes.
Boluogo no longer cared so much. An inexplicable sense of fanaticism rose from the bottom of his heart. It was a similar state of mind to the scholars. Suddenly, Boluogo felt that he completely understood the scholars' thoughts.
curiosity.
There was no interest, no ideal motivation, and no division of camps. Boluogo realized that the reason why scholars did so many crazy things was simply that they had curiosity beyond ordinary people.
Scholars are very curious and curious about the answers to everything in the world, and they work hard for it.
From the corner of his sight, he glanced at the figures holding hands. Bologo felt that they were not scary, but rather a bit sacred.
Previously, Boluogo always fantasized about how they felt before they died. Fear? Uneasiness? Panic? Now it seems that it must be endless peace. They know that they are going to sleep, but the thought of someone being able to touch that place for them
Being in an unknown place, I feel happiness that I have never experienced before.
"here!"
Aimu shouted loudly that she had found it. In a ruins covered by rubble, she found a door that had almost collapsed. The door frame was surrounded by traces of fragmentation, but the darkness in the door was still slowly creeping.
Standing, as if waiting for today.
Boluogo turned his head and ran towards Aimu, followed closely by the explosive buzzing sound, urging him.
Under the fierce struggle of the herd-devouring beast, the ruins could no longer support it. The ceilings collapsed one after another, like the footsteps of a giant chasing the figure of Boluogo. Aimu in the distance stretched out his hand to Boluogo as hard as he could.
, Bologo roared and opened a winding crack.
The figure flashed several meters away, like a flash of light blooming in the dark night. Boluogo hugged Aimu, and then he found himself hugging a ball of void air, and a golden phantom reflected in his eyes.
, Bologo strode into the door of the winding path.
The collapsed boulder buried everything, and tons of rubble smashed into the abyss, without any echo.
…
"Where's Holt!"
Evan's roar echoed in the heart network. At this time, he was as anxious as a madman. Evan rarely lost his composure like this.
"He disappeared with the Glorious One!"
There was an echo from the Heart Network. It was a desperate outpost. They had been observing the battle from a distance and providing fire support. During their observation, Holt and the Regent briefly fought, and then the two disappeared out of thin air.
In situ.
Even the ether reaction was gone without a trace.
This was not good news. Evan took a deep breath, and the face-burning heat wave hit him. The graystone rift valley had turned into a sea of fire. The heat waves washed the earth one after another, and the figures of the employees seemed insignificant in the firelight.
"okay, I get it."
Evan controlled his emotions. As Holt's adjutant, the deputy commander of the Desperate Outpost, at this time, he must assume responsibility rationally.
"What is the evil situation in this world?" Evan continued to ask.
"It has grown a brain. It seems that someone has forcibly controlled it. Now it is trying to break through the blockade of Raymond Gaiton," real-time intelligence came quickly. "We are suppressing it with fire, but the effect is very little, and
It has noticed the outpost."
The desperate outpost on the cliff was now like a large firepower point. All the forts fired continuously, forming a deadly torrent of steel in mid-air.
The sound of fire was deafening, and the dead and abandoned land was noisy like never before.
The deadly firepower shattered most of the body of the herd-devouring beast, but this was just a useless move. The body was healing itself while it was broken, and the counterattack of the desperate outpost had attracted its attention, one after another.
The giant bone spear roared in.
"careful!"
Someone exclaimed, and was immediately pierced by a giant bone spear several meters long. The figure was instantly crushed into foam, and the building was broken through layer by layer, shaking endlessly.
The ghostly scream came from the air again, and then several giant bone spears came through the air. Explosions continued one after another. The giant bone spears accurately destroyed several forts, and the flames shot into the sky.
The correspondent climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He wiped the blood on his forehead... He was not injured. This was not his blood. Looking beside him, only half of his familiar colleague was left.
"Ha ha……"
He widened his eyes, suppressed the nausea and fear in his heart, and tried to keep his voice steady, "It...it started to fight back, destroying several giant cannons, but we are still resisting."
The continuous firepower on the desperate outpost stalled for a few seconds, and soon it re-entered the battle. Deadly shells, cannons and crossbows were continuously shot into the body of the herd-devouring beast. With the Bureau of Order's many years of operation here, here
It's more of a war fortress than an outpost.
Tons and tons of flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood poured down like a waterfall. The beast that devoured the herd let out a huge scream. In the amber-like transparent flesh and blood, in the deformed and huge brain, Hammer's consciousness was also destroyed.
A series of blows.
The herd-devouring beast was so huge that even Hammer's consciousness was diluted by it. Resisting the burning of the light and controlling the body had exhausted most of his mind. At this time, the counterattack from the desperate outpost was further aggravated.
His pressure.
His consciousness began to become hazy, countless noises filled his mind, and every move he made was accompanied by a huge delay, like a dying old man.
But even Hammer like this is still full of destructive power. With the beast of swarms, it only takes a thought to destroy something.
The ground below began to boil, and the silent ashes squirmed at high speed, showing a strange liquid feeling. Then pillars of air erupted one after another, throwing up the ashes all over the sky. At the same time, countless scarlet flesh and blood quickly emerged from under the ashes.
Get out and climb all the way up the cliff.
Its target is Desperate Outpost.
The swarm-devouring beast attracted most of the staff's attention. When the countless hyphae-like flesh and blood tentacles climbed up the platform, the staff noticed the surprise attack in the shadows.
The pressure increases.
Etheric reactions rose one after another, and the secret energies of various schools bombarded one after another, causing rivers of blood to flow from the high platform.
The correspondent staggered and dodged, his heart beating thumpingly. As a functional employee, like Uriel, he was only responsible for communication, so his rank was only an ordinary first level.
A battlefield of this intensity was not something that a Stage 1 Sublime Master could intervene in, but he still suppressed his fear and continued to report the situation here to Evan.
"Those flesh and blood have climbed onto the outpost. We must dedicate some people to deal with them. The suppression of the evil in this world will be much reduced."
The correspondent reported calmly. He knew that fear would spread, and he must not reveal even a trace of fear.
"Our work is like a duel with death. Once you are afraid of it, your death will come."
Those were the words Holt once said to them, and they were always remembered by the correspondent.
"We're still hanging on," he continued, "and we're still under control."
After a moment, Evan's response came from the Heart Network.
"OK."
A simple and straightforward response without even much emotion.
The correspondent guessed that Evan should know how bad the situation here was, and Evan also knew the fate of everyone next... In fact, the correspondent himself also knew.
But no one exposed this miserable lie. Everyone maintained a kind of blind courage, as if as long as they roared at the God of Death, he would not be able to take away their lives.
"It's a casual job, but if something happens, it could be really fatal."
The correspondent laughed bitterly a few times, and after a while, a few bursts of laughter actually came back from the Xinxin Network, and many people were amused by him.
The environment of the Desperate Outpost is difficult, but very relaxing. Many team members came here with this idea in mind. Fortunately, the leisurely time did not wear away everyone's will. Until most of the outpost was covered with flesh and blood, the staff still remained
Staying at your post.
In the darkness, a bright light stung the correspondent's eyes. He saw a tsunami-like flame brewing in the body of the monster. The flesh and blood cracked to create a channel of flesh and blood, and the flames were moving in it.
He murmured, "No way..."
The next moment, the roaring foehn wind was ready to explode. As the body moved, the foehn wind was like a flaming sword splitting the heaven and earth. It slowly moved towards the outpost, burning and melting the rocky cliffs it touched along the way.
"Take cover!"
The correspondent yelled, warning everyone, but he had no time to hide.
The hot breath that could make people evaporate hit his face. He stood there sluggishly, his legs seemed to be frozen, unable to move.
The correspondent witnessed the foehn wind engulfing the buildings one after another, and watched the twisted figures turn into ashes in the light. He would also become one of the ashes, but his heart was unexpectedly calm, without the slightest fear, as if he was numb.
.
A large shield fell from the sky and hit the correspondent in front of him, parting Foehn Feng like a solid reef. The blazing flames burned towards his body, but was immediately isolated by a dense ether barrier.
The foehn wind gradually subsided, and the correspondent stood there blankly. After a few seconds, he looked up belatedly and saw a strong figure jumping in series on the cliff, landing heavily next to him, and then
He picked up the huge red-hot shield.
"Ah...ah!"
After experiencing repeated shocks, the correspondent thought that his mentality was strong enough, but after seeing the true appearance of the visitor, his psychological defense seemed to have been defeated by the last straw, and he groaned uncontrollably.
.
Hart combed his thick hair, glanced at the correspondent, strode forward, and smashed a series of flesh and blood with his big shield.
Before the correspondent could react, a series of harsh metallic sounds sounded. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the large lifting platform responsible for transporting supplies was stalling and falling along the track, causing eye-catching sparks along the way.
A roaring impact sounded, causing the ground to tremble a few times. The partition fell straight down, revealing a group of gray figures.
Etheric reactions rose up on them one after another, and then connected together, as if they had become a whole. The correspondent was impressed by this phenomenon. This is the specialty of the origin school condensers.
The ether impact shook away the thick flesh and blood, and the milky white translucent barrier descended, protecting one employee after another in time. They skillfully took over the work of the members of the fourth group, suppressed the spreading flesh and blood, and continued to fire.
With.
A man with a sword in his belt, who looked like a commander, strode forward and said to the dumbfounded communications officer.
"I am the leader of the sixth team, Yas. I need you to report to me the current situation on the battlefield."
For a moment, the correspondent seemed to have found a backbone, and tears filled his eyes.
As the sixth group joined the battlefield, the precarious situation at the outpost was alleviated, or even reversed. The Origin Schools were very good at group combat, like a giant wall advancing silently, driving those horrific flesh and blood off the high platform one after another.
"Are you sure this is where newcomers should come?"
During the fierce battle, the face of the new member of the sixth group, Qi Ke, was full of panic and uneasiness. She had participated in the operation against the Night Clan in the past few days, which was considered extremely dangerous, until they received an emergency order.
Arrive at the Abandoned Land.
A few minutes ago, Qi Ke had no idea that there was such a ghost place in Oath City Opos, let alone the mountain-like monster not far away.
She felt her hands and feet were numb and her limbs were cold.
"Relax, newcomer," Kemp patted her shoulder, "Talents will grow quickly in times of crisis."
"This is a bit too dangerous!"
Qi Ke complained uncontrollably. This time she really had the idea of resigning. At this time, she looked at the others. Everyone was dealing with the twisted flesh and blood with expressionless faces. It was hard to imagine whether they were professional, rational, or had already lost their job.
Numb.
"Why are you all so calm? Do you know these ghosts?"
Hart, who was not far away, shook his head. While applying an ether barrier for others, he said, "I don't know, I don't know at all."
Hart continued, "But... maybe I'm used to it. After all, in a long career, it's inevitable to encounter some strange things."
The others nodded in approval, and then in a round of charge, they helped the fourth group seize another high platform.
…
Turning his attention from the heart network to his eyes, Evan looked at the vast sea of fire. After a long period of burning, these zombies seemed to have evolved corresponding methods, and their bodies were covered with a layer of solid and fire-resistant material.
The bone layer, like the tide of death, attacks one after another.
If it were just these zombies, it wouldn't be much pressure on the defense line. But in addition to them, the terrifying Night Clan is also sneaking in secretly. They have released a large number of bloodthirsty people.
Corpses are more of a threat.
The enemy's huge numbers put great pressure on the defense line. The high-level night clans were watching everyone, and the smell of blood filled the air.
Evan tried hard not to think about the outpost. Looking forward and backward would only lead to the collapse of the two defense lines.
In the raging sea of fire, hoarse roars sounded again, and a new wave of zombies broke out. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and their bodies were covered with solid bone layers, like excessively proliferated horny, with ridges bulging out on the body surface.
horn.
The intertwining of flames and darkness reflects the twisted figures of the zombies. Behind them are the bloodthirsty ones armed with broken metal. These despicable products of the Night Clan are filled with manic potions. With the blood of the Night Clan, the flames cannot be suppressed.
cause damage to them.
As for the daylight, the diffuse ashes and dust had already blocked the light, and in the darkness there was only the death struggle between the Bureau of Order and the monsters.
Evan slowly drew out his sword. He did not think that his team members could withstand this charge. These monsters would break up his line, and a bloody melee would follow.
Those high-level night tribes who are hiding will also take action at this time. They will definitely find a way to kill them first. As long as they can hold them back, everything will still turn around.
"Pity……"
Evan looked at the silver ring on his fingertips. Evan had worn it for many years. Even if it had no special meaning, it had become special now.
The silver ring rubbed hard against the sword's edge. Evan hoped that there would be some silver shavings left on the sword's edge, and it would be best if he stabbed it into the heart of a high-level Night Tribe again.
The spitting tongues of fire were extinguished one after another. Some of them ran out of fuel, and some were approached by the enemy. The defense line in front was in a mess. Just as Evan imagined, after rounds of attacks, the defense line was still defeated.
.
Ghostly figures passed through the crowd one by one, silently. They had pairs of breathtaking ruby-like eyes. Evan wanted to dig out these eyes and hang them as trophies in his bedroom.
“It’s been a bit peaceful for a long time.”
Evan moved his shoulders, and the glow of the alchemical matrix lit up on his body. He was ready for a desperate battle.
Step, roar, charge.
The high-pitched ether surrounded and surged around the body. Evan's eyes were like a torch, and he swung his sword towards the enemy group. The high-level night tribes also released their own power. The two ethers collided together, and a series of fierce arcs broke out.
.
When the fierce fight to the death was about to break out, a powerful ripple came in mid-air, abruptly interrupting the fight between the two sides. Evan and the high-level night tribe couldn't help but stop, and then they saw the space begin to
Twisted, broken cracks appeared out of thin air until it was completely shattered like a mirror.
Winding path breakthrough.
Without any warning, a group of heavily armed field personnel passed through the observation tower, forcibly opened up the chaotic ether flow on the battlefield, and made a long-distance winding breakthrough.
From the epaulettes of those people, Evan recognized the reinforcements.
Group nine, atheists.
After his senses returned to normal from the distortion, Carnegie, the leader of the ninth group, glanced at all the enemies with an indifferent gaze and ordered.
"Executed on the spot."
…
After many days, Nathaniel arrived at this mysterious place again, with countless voices whispering in the shadows.
"The sixth group has arrived on the battlefield."
"The ninth group has arrived on the battlefield."
"Region lockdown completed."
"Start the next prediction."
"Operation begins."
Nethaniel has become accustomed to these sounds. Wherever he looks, there are blurry outlines on the edge of shadow and light. They wear masks of different styles. They don't notice Nethaniel's arrival at all. They just focus on
Exchanging information with other people.
Among this dense crowd, a familiar figure sat, a gorgeous bronze mask covering her face.
Maria of iron trees and steel branches.
The countless whispering figures were like her think tank. After many analyzes and speculations, they informed Maria of the integrated information, and Maria made the final decision, just like the mastermind.
The air became a little stuffy, and Nathaniel walked to Maria and slowly knelt down on one knee.
Nathaniel lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, countless figures disappeared.
In the shadow of the highest, only a huge creation made of machinery and flesh and blood is left, standing like a grotesque statue. At this time, it has unfolded most of its body, with countless masks hanging on the flesh and blood, accompanied by a faint light.