Pure, glorious power burst out from Jirou's body. The muscles did not expand like the Duke of War. Instead, they shrank further and clung tightly to his bones, causing him to become much thinner in an instant, making him look older.
Yes, but there was no death intention on Giroud's body. Instead, it was like a gradually burning flame, releasing more powerful power.
"This is a good battlefield. The abundant ether allows you and me to do our best."
While Jirou was speaking, the complicated alchemical matrix covered his body, he clenched his fists, and disappeared in an instant.
The howling winds rolled between each other, and Nethaniel saw a group of black shadows approaching quickly. His speed was faster than the power of the extreme realm. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived at Nethaniel.
in front of my eyes.
The heavy fist wrapped in ether was swiftly swung down, and Nethaniel raised his elbow to block. Flesh and flesh collided with each other, causing a thunderous explosion.
"It's a good offensive," Nathaniel responded in a deep voice, "He is truly worthy of being the first Duke of Conquest."
Jirou's speed is much faster than the conventional extreme power. This should be related to the type of his Ascension School. His whole body has been highly strengthened by secret energy, and his whole body has turned into a cold weapon.
"It's really an honor to be recognized by the deputy director."
Giroud responded, unable to feel the slightest bit of relief in his heart, because while Nathaniel was speaking, he had already waved another fire fist towards his face.
The scorching air flow was right in front of him. Giroud quickly twisted his body to try to avoid the punch, but then he realized that his other arm had been tightly held by Nathaniel at some point.
This is a feint!
"Got you!"
Nesanil shouted, clenching his wrists hard, as if he wanted to break Giroud's arm, and using all the muscles in his body, he grabbed Giroud's body and swung hard.
Hit the ground hard.
The roaring sound of the impact resounded, and a strong airflow started from the impact point and spread rapidly in all directions. Even Jos and the Duke of Zhan, who were approaching quickly, slowed down due to the sweeping heat wave.
Jos guessed that Giroud must have been severely injured. The real fatal thing was not the impact, but the raging fire that came after being caught by Nethaniel. They would attack Giroud's body like poison.
He was burned to death, but when the smoke dispersed, a completely different scene appeared in the eyes of several people.
The endless fire invaded Giroud's body, but his lean and shriveled body showed no sign of burning. On the contrary, his hand knife struck Nathaniel's shoulder, knocking out the strong body.
Small pieces are dented.
"Is this your secret power?" Nathaniel was slightly surprised, "No wonder you dare to face me directly."
"There is nothing we can do. Even though we have a large number of people, there are only a few who can fight against you." Even though he had the upper hand, Giroud's tone was still not relaxed.
The pure ether flows in the body, and through the guidance of the alchemical matrix, they build up the power to withstand the extreme blazing sun.
Secret Energy·Eternal Body.
This secret power belongs to the School of Ascension. It can make one's body enter a state that is unchanged, motionless, and never affected by external interference. It can raise one's defense to the limit, like a permanent thing, and cannot be cut by swords.
, water and fire intrusion.
Likewise, this is also a rare power that can elevate a mortal body to the realm of immortality.
"Even if you have to pay such a price, you are still stubbornly against me and want to practice your sick ideas?"
Nethaniel angrily scolded Giroud and punched him in the chest. Even if it could not damage his body, the fatal kinetic energy carried by the fist knocked Giroud away like a cannonball.
Immediately afterwards, Nethaniel turned around and waved his arms, directly facing Duke Zhan who was trying to sneak attack him. His fire fist swept across, and Duke Zhan created an ether barrier to forcefully reach the attack.
Even if the secret energy has not been able to qualitatively transform to the level of the Glory One, with the abundant ether in the etheric realm and the power of the aurora, Duke Zhan can still withstand such a level of battle.
Joss let out that sharp howl again. Nathaniel relied on his many years of experience to immediately understand that the opponent was the Ethereal School, which used sound waves as the transmission medium. Just as Nathaniel was facing the enemy, he speculated that Joss
When the secret energy had more properties, the spreading roar actually seemed to have a physical form, condensing into sharp daggers in mid-air, whizzing towards them.
"Get away!"
The gathered heat detonated around Nethanil, turning himself into a terrifying incendiary bomb, easily shaking the Duke of War. His robes were scorched and turned into ashes, but his body had no obvious injuries.
Injury. The Duke of Zhanzhan belongs to the Ascension School and has extremely strong physical toughness.
The daggers of pain were close in front of him. Nethaniel tried his best to dodge, but he was still hit by a few of them. In an instant, a wave of pain swept up along his nerves. It was a pain that exceeded physical limits, even if it was made of iron.
It is difficult to control the body's instinctive reaction even if the person's will is weak.
Giroud found an opportunity. He strode forward and his figure turned into a ghostly glow. Except for him, no one could get close to Nethanil calmly, and only he could get close and deliver a fatal blow.
Before the sweat could even escape from Nethanil's body, it turned into wisps of steam rising up. Moment Soul Critical successfully blocked Jos's secret energy. At this time, Giroud had already broken through the flames.
"What kind of reform is this? It's just betrayal driven by desire!"
Nethanil clenched his fists and punched the ground vigorously. The frightening trembling sound spread rapidly, and the ice beneath his feet suddenly cracked. The shock wave carried the fragments and brought up tons of snow dust.
"Betraying the Bureau of Order?" Giroud appeared behind Nathaniel like a ghost, "You are the superior bastards!"
Giroud once doubted the concept of heaven on earth, but he hated the Bureau of Order that ruled everything with force. This group of stubborn lunatics never allowed any dissent to arise. If they were not so tough, maybe everything would be different.
The concept of the supremacy of Sublimers will be expanded. Sublimators no longer have to hide in the shadows, and some areas will move towards glory under the leadership of extraordinary power.
Giroud had seen such a world in his dreams. The Condenser built cities one after another like a hidden land, and everyone would gain immortality in the city.
That will be a wonderful future.
"No, I mean, you betrayed humanity."
Nethanil roared and collided with Giroud, and the dense ether blended together, like water and fire invading each other.
Giroud's left fist struck out as quickly as thunder. Nesanir dodged sideways and counterattacked with a swift right hook. The edge of the fist hit Giroud's waist and abdomen. Even with the protection of Secret Energy and Eternal Body, he
His body was still bent strangely, like a big tree about to be felled.
"You are too short-sighted. What do you think will be the consequences of such abuse of ether?"
Nethanil asked and shook his fist, "Is it a bright future where ether technology is constantly innovating? Or is it an apocalypse where reality is torn apart by ether vortex points?"
Giroud was in pain, but this flaw was deliberately sold out. He suddenly got close, got into Nethaniel's broad arms, and quickly followed up with a right straight punch, hitting Nethaniel's chest hard.
.
Then... one punch after another!
Giroud swung out explosive punches like a violent storm, each hit carrying huge power and containing the power of the extreme.
Nathaniel's chest was obviously sunken, and the flesh and blood were broken. What flowed out was not blood, but pure ether. His tall figure retreated continuously, as if he was about to be completely knocked down.
As if he had glimpsed the dawn of victory, Joss once again waved the dagger of pain that had condensed into an entity. This was a combination of the ethereal school and the illusion school, and a weird rainstorm came in an instant.
Giroud roared, as if he wanted to vent out all the fear and anxiety in his heart, and all the anger. He jumped up on the spot, trying to use this last punch to completely crush Nathaniel, but suddenly, he
I found that the retreating figure stopped, and its heels were like anchors inserted into the ground, unable to retreat any further.
The pure ether collapsed, and Nethanil's backward body tensed up, like a long bow stretched to its limit, and the heavy punch that was ready to go burst out like a cannonball.
Fists collided with each other, and Giroud was defeated.
First, there was a sharp pain that passed away, and then Jirou could no longer feel the presence of his chest. Nathaniel swallowed the fire, grabbed his throat, locked his joints skillfully, and held Jirou back.
Lu was firmly in front of him. Few people knew that Nathaniel was a master of unarmed combat.
With an evil green color, the belated dagger of pain enveloped the two of them.
Giroud felt like he had been pierced by thousands of arrows. Horrible scenes from the past came one after another. His original cognitive senses were distorted little by little. He turned his head and saw that his entire arm was abstracting, like a
The broken mass of ink curved into a huge arc, and the flesh and blood connected to the torso began to become slender, as if it was about to break.
This is not an illusion, but something that actually happened.
Nathaniel resisted the baptism of the Dagger of Pain, and pressed Giroud to his knees. The flaming hand knife slashed at his arm one after another, then locked the joints, twisted and pulled at an inhuman angle.
.
The ultimate fireworks and the mighty power of the Glorious One overlapped and struck hard. Finally, with a terrifying sound, Giroud's motionless body was broken. When he recovered from the influence of the Dagger of Pain, he saw
His whole arm was thrown high and fell heavily on the broken ice.
Giroud's mind was at a loss, and then a heavy blow from top to bottom penetrated his head, completely embedding his head into the ice, and the surrounding ice within hundreds of meters collapsed together.
In the vast snow dust, Nathaniel appeared in everyone's eyes, breathing heavily. He used the blood in his palms to smooth over his messy hair and comb it back into neat order.
"Deputy Director... there is nothing we can do about short-sightedness..."
The dying voice sounded from under the broken ice. Nathaniel lowered his head and glanced at the bloody face, and nodded in approval.
"Yes, how can one person's sobriety compare to everyone's madness?"
Nathaniel retracted his slightly sympathetic gaze, and then he looked at Joss. After staying for a few seconds, he continued to extend backwards and fell farther away.
From the depths of the etheric realm, monstrous shadows rolled up. They were like dark waves, sweeping over everything in the world.
Nathaniel knew something was coming.
Some kind of evil, indescribable existence that reaches the root.
"Oh, you are my enemy."
Nathaniel's expression suddenly became confused, but soon there was a sense of inexplicable excitement. He threw down Giroud who was embedded under the ice, ignored the Duke of War and Jos, and headed towards the depths of the ethereal world.
He strode forward and faced the onrushing darkness.
He saw that in the churning darkness of the sky, strange wolves were shuttled one after another. They were like a group of ever-changing shadows, and they seemed to be wearing dark manes.
Countless mouths opened and closed, making a clear sound of teeth clashing. Thousands of scarlet eyes opened sharply from their bodies, and the full blood invaded them like waves.
Even if he listened to Boluogo talk about the ghosts and strange things in the etheric world countless times, it was still not as good as seeing it with his own eyes. It was at this moment that Nathaniel finally understood why these people had the courage to challenge him, not just with the power of Aurora.
The blessing is not the filling of ether in the overlapping point, but they rely on this method to open a channel so that some monsters that cannot come here can appear in front of them through the ether world.
The shadow wolves approached, dispersed, and turned into thousands of birds flying around Nethaniel, forming a dark storm, trapping him in the eye of the storm.
The sharp cry grazed Nathaniel's nerves like a sharp sword, and he saw the scarlet eyes that kept opening and closing in the storm, the wild ridicule coming from the crazy existence.
Nethaniel also laughed in response, leaving no room for any effort and fully releasing his ether.
Secret Energy·Day.
Bright and bright, rising from the ground.
Joss saw a streak of blazing white rising rapidly from the dark storm, like a bomb exploding on the ground. The rapidly rising light and heat enveloped all living creatures within the range, evaporating them from the most basic cellular level into salt.
column.
There was no room for avoidance or time to escape. The pure flowing light smoothed everything. The overflowing energy rushed across the overlapping point and collided with the material world. The entire building was instantly destroyed.
With the hunt for Nethanil, the Aurora Road was recovered into the Holy Hub, and the towers lost their power supply and went out. This was an extremely rare thing in the Hidden Land, and it attracted the attention of many people.
Until now, the lower section of the Holy Hub exploded, and the roaring fire flow was like an erupting volcano, sprinkling countless spark fragments towards the earth.
Holt looked at all this from a distance. He saw it, other employees also saw it, the guards of the Secret Group, and the Duke of Spirit God who had been monitoring him also saw it.
His pupils tightened. As expected, the worst case scenario in the secret words between Nathaniel and him had happened. However, Holt had not yet taken countermeasures, and the pressure of the two Glory Ones came one after another.
At the same time, the extreme ether forbidden shrouded this place, and the field staff lost contact with the surrounding ether one after another.
The Spiritual Duke looked at everyone with a smile. Behind him, another white-robed Duke strode over, and with him came many guards.
"Are we going to start a war?" Holt asked coldly.
"No, of course not," Duke Spirit God shook his head and made a gesture of invitation, "The Council of Sages wants to see you."