The aftermath of destruction reverberated fiercely in the air, and the emotion called fear spread wantonly in the hidden land.
As an extraordinary place that is independent from the world, it has always maintained absolute peace and tranquility. Even the bloody battles during the Scorched Earth Wrath have not affected this place in the slightest.
Therefore, most of the Sublime Ones and Incomplete People living here have never faced a real war, let alone when the war ignites directly inside the Hidden Land.
It can be said that regardless of success or failure, Boluogo's actions gave these people a great shock, tore their innocence and dreams to pieces, and told them with ruins and blood that they could never stay out of it, let alone ride on everyone's side.
Go ahead and pretend to be a so-called extraordinary noble.
Most of the low-level condensers who participated in the battle were stunned in place, their bodies were shaking uncontrollably, and their breathing became rapid. The high-level condensers were still better, even if they had not experienced such a bloody battle, daily training
During this period, I also developed a strong heart, but now these are still far behind those of the staff of the Bureau of Order who have experienced hundreds of battles.
The collapsed strata hindered the progress of the pursuers. They must first cooperate with the Aurora Road to deal with the mess left by Boluogo. Otherwise, if Boluogo fails to catch him, the formation will completely collapse and destroy everyone within the area.
All factories were razed to the ground.
The brilliance on the surface is just a luxurious decoration. The countless furnaces and assembly lines at the bottom of the forging pit are the cornerstone that supports the operation of the hidden land.
"I have a guess."
While running, Olivia suddenly said.
"speak."
Boluogo's words were crisp and clear.
Olivia did not express her thoughts immediately, but glanced at Yannis and Yolanda. After a moment of pause, she continued, "If according to what we talked about, the missing population
If they are regarded as blood people, then they must have some means to transport the blood people out."
She then added, "The Secret Corps has no use keeping these blood people."
"Blood people?"
This seemingly unfamiliar word stung Palmer. He turned his head and stared at Olivia's face alertly. Olivia's eyes did not avert, and she looked directly at Palmer.
Express your absolute candor.
"What are the blood people?" Yolanda asked.
"A food that looks like a human," Palmer said in a smooth voice, "a food specially eaten by the Night Tribe."
The expressions of Yolanda and Yannis changed slightly. They were not stupid, and they easily understood what Palmer meant.
"Just like these Sublimation Makers," Olivia pointed to the dark dome above her head, "Every Sublimation Maker who can live such a life must have ten or hundreds of disabled people stepping on his feet.
With ordinary people.”
"The same is true for the Night Clan...Essentially speaking, the Night Clan is a debtor tribe connected by blood, but unlike the debtors, we are not affected by mania, instead we have a strong desire for blood.
That is blood thirst."
Olivia continued, "Every Night Clan needs to consume blood regularly. Over time, a very special blood culture was born within the Night Clan."
"Your friends should still be alive," Olivia saw the worry on Yolanda's face, "The Night Clan needs the blood people to continuously produce blood..."
She couldn't speak anymore.
"So the Night Clan will not let them die so easily, but will squeeze out the blood in their bodies as much as possible until not a drop of blood can be extracted from the withered blood vessels?"
Yolanda's eyes were covered with mist and her voice remained calm, but a faint trembling could still be heard, "Like animals on the assembly line in a slaughterhouse."
"What happens next?" Yannis was not defeated by this cruel message. He asked, "Will you be mummified and thrown away like garbage?"
"If that's the case, it's still a good ending." Palmer interjected.
If Palmer's life is regarded as a novel, there are currently three turning points in his life. One is when he became a man of the age, and he knew the cruelty of the world. The second is that he unfortunately became a debtor, and the third is his relationship with Burrow.
Ge became a partner and began an increasingly crazy working life.
Among them, the most distant coming-of-age ceremony was like a cornerstone, solidifying Palmer's heart and becoming an important part in shaping his personality.
Palmer didn't seem to have mentioned it to Bologg. It was after the coming-of-age ceremony that he read about the history of the Clerks family and learned about the crazy Dawn War. At this point, the word "Night Clan" was engraved into his memory like a brand.
Deep in the soul.
"There is a standard for judging the health of the blood people in the Night Clan. Once the blood people are deemed to be unable to produce blood efficiently, they will be taken away and given blood. This sounds good, right? After the blood giving, they will gain
immortal.
But in fact, those who give blood to them are inferior Night Clan. After the blood is given, these blood people will be directly transformed into mindless bloodthirsty people and become the vanguard of the Night Clan's war."
Palmer described the information related to the Night Clan indifferently, "In that case, the minds of the blood people have been tortured to the point of collapse. Under the instinct of survival, few people will refuse to give blood. As for those who directly die,
The blood people... the fresh corpses will be gathered together, put into the machine, crushed, crushed, squeezed out the last bit of blood, and become the rations of the bloodthirsty. After all, the bloodthirsty is also a kind of night tribe,
They also need the nourishment of blood."
After saying this, Palmer added, "I hope your friend is in good health and will not die so easily."
The joy of victory in the previous encounter was gone, the atmosphere became heavy and depressing, and Palmer's words made everyone breathless.
"Is what he said true?" Yolanda asked Olivia.
Olivia hummed softly, expressing her approval of the information.
An invisible sense of despair shrouded the darkness at the bottom of the forging pit. Until Boluogo spoke, his voice remained that steady, as if he was completely unaffected by the depressing atmosphere.
"How do you think the Secret Group should transport the blood people out? A large winding gate?"
"I don't think it's realistic," Olivia said. "You should know that the various restrictions of the Winding Path Gate, depending on the travel distance and the number of people, the resources it needs to consume will also increase exponentially."
"It would be too much of a loss just to transport these blood people, isn't it?" Boluogo whispered, "In the final analysis, it is still an economic account."
Economy, resources... these are the key to dominating and limiting mankind. If there were endless resources, I am afraid that the legendary crowned one would have been born among mankind long ago, and mankind would not be limited to the surface of the earth.
Just like what Boluogo remembered in his "previous life", he had already set foot among the stars.
"In this hidden land, there should be some secret passage to connect with the outside world. Through this method, the secret group transported countless mutilated people out."
Boluogo looked at the huge foundation of the Holy Hub not far away, "For safety and concealment, that's probably it."
After confirming the direction and situation, Boluogo's pace suddenly stopped. He turned back to Yannis and Yolanda and said, "Thank you for your help, that's all."
Yolanda stared at Boluogo blankly. She wanted to say something else, but finally smiled helplessly, "That's right. If we continue to follow you, it will only hinder your fight."
Boluogo nodded slightly and suddenly said, "I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"The battle just now."
Boluogo looked into the distance. No matter how hard the Condensers and Aurora Road tried to save their lives, hundreds of tons of boulders would still fall, crushing factory buildings one after another.
Sporadic explosions sounded, and the flames rose high like torches, swallowing up the lives of countless people.
Boluogo said sincerely, "War is like this. No matter how restrained you are, other people will inevitably be involved."
Yolanda looked at Bologg in surprise. She didn't expect that Bologg, a powerful defender, would actually say this to her.
She asked, "Are all the condensers outside like this?"
"At least that's the case for me," Bologo said, "Power is just a tool, nothing more."
Yolanda showed a bitter smile and sighed, "It's okay, this kind of thing always involves blood...Besides, I'm not qualified to say anything for them. I just hope that the blood shed is meaningful."
, hopefully this will change something.”
"Most definitely."
Borogo responded ideally.
Faced with these powerful words, Yolanda's mood became more and more complicated. Even though she had made enough awareness in advance, when the reality really came to her eyes, she still couldn't help but feel at a loss.
"Are you all so strong and rational? Or is it just you?"
This should be her last conversation with Boluogo. Yolanda wants to know more about this strange man, just like she is curious about why Boluogo likes movies. Yolanda has always felt that movies are for them to have these disabilities.
The placebo used by those who seek to escape from real life is the only kindness that those in the upper echelons have.
"Maybe."
Boluogo wanted to say that all professionals in the Bureau of Order were like this, but as he spoke, he remembered that there was an extremely unique counterexample around him.
"What's wrong?" Palmer noticed Burlogo's gaze.
"It will get better."
Bologo said, waving to Yolanda, and then said, "See you next time."
No one knows if we will see you next time.
Yolanda and Yannis gradually disappeared into the darkness. Bologo was not worried about the safety of the two. As members of Osana's family, they should have the means to protect themselves in the bottom of the forging pit.
In contrast, Boluogo should worry about himself. They fight alone and go deep into the enemy camp. No one knows whether the defenders or the glorious ones will appear next, or in other words, these enemies will appear together.
Arrive.
"somebody is coming."
The air flow was disturbed, and like an alert spider, Palmer noticed something strange on the spider web and reminded, "It should be the Sublime One."
This situation was expected by Boluogo. As they approached the Holy Hub, the defense of the Secret Group became more and more tight.
Boluogo guessed that after the bottom of the forging pit was completely sealed, the Council of Sages should have sent a non-patrol team. They would not try to conflict with Boluogo head-on. Instead, they would send a signal to others as soon as they discovered Boluogo.
.
Only high-level Sublimation Practitioners can restrain Boluogo. The arrival of Sublimation Practitioners lower than those of the defenders will only increase casualties.
This time, there was no need for Bologg to remind Olivia. Olivia took the initiative to unfold the shadows, and the night enveloped the three of them, blending into the darkness.
They were getting closer and closer to the Holy Hub. When the towering gray-white pile of huge creations appeared in front of their eyes, the three of them couldn't help but feel suffocated.
"How should we get in? By force?" Palmer asked quietly, "Even if we break in by force, there is no door here, right?"
Palmer looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find any accessible passage in this magnificent creation. It seemed to be completely closed and could only be entered from the surface.
"What about the crazy duke? She should have a way to get into it, right?"
Olivia asked, she could smell the stronger smell of blood, her guess was becoming reality little by little, she was about to face her kindred again, Olivia's mood was a little complicated for a while.
She is the culprit of all this and the source of bloody strife.
"Osana? I guess Osana can't protect herself now." Bologo said coldly.
The two hesitated for a while, then nodded in agreement.
The Hidden Land is the base camp of the Council of Sages. As a result, these two people were lost in the base camp and could not be found immediately. This is unreasonable in itself.
Unless...unless someone is secretly helping Boluogo and others, delaying the actions of the Council of Sages. As for the several previous battles, Boluogo believes that this is already the effect of delay, otherwise the Council of Sages will be wary of them.
Sex, these people are far from the ones taking action.
"I guess Osana has been noticed by the Council of Sages. Maybe she is also in this tower now, even with her father, facing the interrogation of the Council of Sages."
Boluogo's gaze moved up the cornerstone building in front of him, until the infinite darkness blocked his vision.
"Are we going to cause havoc?"
Palmer visually inspected the size of the cornerstone building. It was indeed a bit too huge, but if Bologg went all out, it would not be impossible to shake it.
"Then what? Do you think I still have the energy to continue the next action?"
Boluogo said, reaching out and patting Palmer on the shoulder, his voice suddenly softened, "Compared to me, you are the most suitable for the next action, right?"
"ah?"
"Sometimes I almost forget that you were an intelligence officer from Crow's Nest before. Penetration work should be very easy for you, right?"
"Easy?" Palmer felt that Bologg was mocking him, "Guess why I was transferred from the Crow's Nest to the Field Service Department."
The smile on Borogo's face froze. Although there were many bumps in the process, the overall operation was still very smooth. Fortunately, Borogo almost forgot that Palmer itself was an extremely unstable factor.
"But, as a former intelligence officer, I do have some ideas."
Palmer looked at the suffocating building and said slowly, "It can't be as airtight as the living room. In other words, it must have airflow exchange. I can find that point and open a way forward."
."
As he spoke, a glimmer of light shone in his eyes, "But before I find the way, those people will be left to you."
Palmer closed his eyes and controlled the invisible wind. They became his messengers and were sent out, flying around the foundation building like a flock of pigeons.
Seeing this, Boluoge also silently opened his own secret energy and field. He noticed that the level gap between the approaching enemies was so large that these people did not notice at all that Boluogo had spied on their existence.
.
Boluogo clenched his fist gently, as if he had popped a juicy apple in the air. One after another figures in the darkness twisted, expanded, and exploded. Their moment soul criticality was invaded in an instant, and the ether in their bodies rioted.
Not under control.
Blood and flesh flew everywhere, internal organs splashed everywhere, and blood gurgled down, soaking together with the minced meat, flowing silently.
"Solved." Boluogo said and flexed his fingers.
After a few seconds, Palmer opened his eyes and responded, "Found it."