The Holy Hub is much larger than Boluogo expected. It is difficult to imagine how many floors it has, how many doors it has, and how many enemies are waiting for him behind the doors.
"Forget it, let's climb up first."
While comforting himself in the bottom of his heart, Boluoge swung out his resentful bite, and the sword blade drew a fatal arc in the air, splitting the steel in front of him into two.
The explosion of metal collapsing resounded, like a bomb exploding. Metal fragments flew into the air. The Sublime Practitioners who were waiting behind the door were directly overturned by the airflow and penetrated by the fragments.
The blood-stained figure rushed out of the smoke with a weird laughter. This time Boluogo did not kill these sublimation people with cruel means. The moment he approached them, he grabbed their throats and protected them.
·The soul-sucking and soul-sucking soul-sucking souls were activated, and they plundered their ether amidst a series of mournful cries.
Boluogo is already a defender, but defenders also have their limits. The successive battles have consumed a lot of his ether. In order to cope with the decisive battle that follows, he climbs the tower and draws from these condensed materials.
The soldiers were searching for supplies.
After draining the ether from their bodies, Boluogo threw aside the unconscious condensers. These low-level condensers all fell into a state of ether depletion and would not wake up within a while. Even if they did, the short-term
Within, their ether could not be replenished, and they were considered powerless.
Feeling the ether gradually filling up in his body, an irrational paranoia lingered in Boluogo's heart.
Boluogo knew that this inexplicable impulse came from the curse of protection. After a period of experimentation and adjustment, Boluogo gradually realized the evil of this power and made many speculations about it.
The so-called original sin often has a sense of teasing fate. The more stubborn you are about something, the less you will get and the more you will be disturbed by it.
A glutton will always be hungry, a greedy person will never be satisfied, a slothful person will never stop running, a person of pleasure will always be numb, and a furious person will never have peace.
The same is true for the protection of jealousy that Bologo carries. The more jealous you are of something, the less you will get.
Those who are jealous will not get what they ask for.
Blessing and sucking souls and usurping souls are "asking", and the curses they bring are "not allowed".
According to the rules, Boluogo is now using the protection of jealousy to plunder the ether, with the purpose of winning this operation. The more he is obsessed with the victory itself, the more pathologically stubborn he becomes. If he pursues it, then the curse will bring him.
The irrational paranoia that comes will be like a vicious backstab, erupting the moment before you win.
Irrational paranoia will not directly hinder Boluogo's actions. Just like the previous curse outbreaks, it will still provide help to Boluogo, but this help is just like the devil's promise. The wish will still come true, but
What you achieve then will not be what you want.
Bologg took a deep breath and was wary of the potential curse. The more stubbornly he pursues it, the more it will lead to the abuse of the protection, which will lead to the outbreak of the curse. But as long as Bologg suppresses the impulse, he can only use this power within a certain limit.
, this may be able to achieve a balance.
It's like walking a tightrope.
Boluogo walked up the new ladder, thinking wildly, "So...will the devils get tired?"
Will the devil also be troubled by his own original sin? This seems unlikely. The several devils he met seemed to be living a happy life, especially Belphegor, and Bologger guessed... No, this guy
He must be sitting in the audience watching the film.
It might be a classic old movie, or it might be a new movie released in the theater, or even... He was spying on everything that happened in the hidden land.
Bologger hates this damn peeping tom, but compared to other devils, Belphegor seems extremely gentle. What other devils want is chaos in the world, but he just wants to peek into your privacy.
Oh, yes, there is also a devil.
Boluogo lowered his head and glanced at the Fazhu saw ax tightly held in his hand, and couldn't help but think of Sai Zong's conversation with him.
Furious Samuel.
This devil in charge of anger, blood, and war seems to be the only devil who has been tired of it all over the long years. He has dismantled his power, given it to different weapons of origin, and handed over authority to his own.
The Chosen One, the Eternal Champion, in the hands of Sai Zong.
The duel field that was once filled with corpses turned into an undead club where a group of lazy people gathered, and Samuel fell into a long sleep, isolated from the world.
Boluogo frowned, Sai Zong's warning rang in his ears.
The holder of the Sinful Arms can obtain the protection of Samuel, the Eye of Eternal Wrath, and can then be regarded as his debtor, the champion of blood.
Every champion's battle will be regarded as a sacrifice to the Eyes of Eternal Wrath. Over the years, in order to close those angry eyes and fall into a sleep of absolute peace, Sai Zong has been deliberately collecting scattered
The Source of Sin Arms reduces the blood sacrifice to the Eye of Eternal Wrath.
Currently, Bologo is the holder of the Saw Axe, and is naturally the champion of the Eye of Eternal Wrath. Bologo couldn't help but think, will his killing awaken the Eye of Eternal Wrath?
This little bit of blood and death shouldn’t be enough, right?
Thinking of this, Boluogo turned around and looked at the way he came.
Bologo was like a bulldozer, crushing everything that stood in his way from the underground dock upwards. During the fierce battle, several floors were turned into ruins, with corpses everywhere and blood flowing continuously.
Look at the Sawaxe in your hand. This weapon seems to be alive. There is a warm feeling on the handle, and you can faintly hear the heartbeat roaring like an engine.
After a moment's hesitation, Borogo inserted the Sawaxe back into its straps, deciding to draw the weapon only when necessary.
Continuing upward, the stairs seem extremely long, as if they are endless.
Boluogo thought of his team member, to be precise, the new team member.
Father York.
After the Raymond Gayton incident, York disappeared mysteriously in Greystone Town, and his original weapons also disappeared. In the following time, the Bureau of Order conducted a large-scale search, but no trace of him was ever found.
.
All this time, Bologo felt that York was still alive, and that he might have been captured by the enemy, along with the Origin Sin Arms and the Thorn Binding Pain Chain.
Bologg's progress stopped and he thought along with his previous thoughts. Bologg realized a terrible possibility that he had ignored.
York is also a champion, an opportunity to awaken the Eye of Eternal Wrath. If he is captured by the enemy, will the enemy use York to awaken the Eye of Eternal Wrath?
Boluogo didn't dare to think about it anymore. He had never seen the horror of the Eyes of Eternal Wrath, but this did not prevent him from feeling the pure desire to kill from the protection and sacrifice to the sword.
"Damn it!"
Boluogo cursed and quickened his pace. After the incident with the Secret Group, he had to find York. Even if he only found a corpse, he had to recover the Thorn Binding and Pain Lock.
The situation in the world is becoming more and more severe, and the monsters lurking in the shadows are eager to stand in the sun.
Breaking through another layer of obstacles, Boluogo did not encounter another enemy. This is true. No matter how many condensers there are in the Secret Group, there are only so many high-level condensers who can participate in the battle, let alone
It is said that there are very few people who can really decide the direction of the war.
Boluogo guessed that the only opponents he could face next were the top Dukes. He was both nervous and excited. In addition to these enemies, Holt and Nathaniel should also be in this tower.
inside.
After kicking open another door, a scorching smoke rushed into his face. Boluoge was choked and his body was almost knocked down by the hot air.
what happened?
With doubts and vigilance, Boluogo stepped into the room. The billowing smoke filled the entire space, severely limiting Boluogo's line of sight. The ether perception spread, and no other ether reactions were detected, only many chaotic ether chaos.
flow.
A strange sticking feeling came from under his feet, which felt like stepping on mud. Boluogo lowered his head. The surrounding light was dim and the visibility was extremely low, but this did not prevent him from seeing clearly the sticky and fishy stuff under his feet.
Boluogo thought that these should be someone's internal organs, or maybe the broken upper body. More specific, Boluogo couldn't tell. After all, the body was broken into pieces and had been steamed and charred at high temperatures, just like a corpse.
A ripe and rotten tomato.
The strong, fishy and rotten smell hit his face. Bologo couldn't help but cover his nose, stirred up the ether, and dispersed the billowing smoke around him. A shocking scene came into view.
The space was filled with ominous silence, filled with a suffocating heat wave, as if a Balrog had just strode through here. The walls were burned black and peeled off like rotten tree bark, exuding a sense of decay.
and the smell of coke.
Several corpses were stacked together. The flesh and blood had been fused into one body under the high temperature. The body was twisted, and the skin was as black as burnt wood. The high temperature and pain forcibly combined them together.
As he went deeper, the temperature gradually increased. The sweltering environment made Boluoge breathless. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and he felt a burning pain on the surface of his skin.
Large swaths of warm ashes were spread on the ground. He stirred them up a few times with his resentful bite. Some small fragments that had not been completely annihilated could also be seen... Boluogo guessed that these were someone's teeth, a tooth.
When people are burned by high temperatures, these are often the only things that remain.
Looking at the hell-like scene around him, Boluogo could vaguely guess what was happening here.
With an anxious mood, Boluogo walked towards the upper floor, and while looking for the stairs, he found a series of footprints carved on the ground.
The man walked through here with extremely high temperatures, and his feet melted the ground, leaving behind these footprints that looked like sculptures. With this string of footprints, Boluogo followed all the way, and after going up several floors, he
Found each other in front of an open door.
Before Boluogo could speak, the other party took the lead and said, "I thought you could be faster, Boluogo."
Listening to the familiar voice, Boluogo stepped forward and confirmed the other party's identity.
Even sitting on the steps, his tall body still gave people a full sense of oppression. Coupled with the steaming heat surrounding him, Boluogo thought he was facing a demon from hell.
"Deputy Director?" Boluogo was about to make some cold jokes to relax the atmosphere, but then his expression turned serious, "Are you...are you okay?"
"Me? I'm okay. I won't die for the time being."
Nathaniel lowered his head and looked at the injury on his chest. The horrific penetrating wound had not yet healed, and pure ether flickered within it.
"It's just that I may not be able to exert my power as unscrupulously as before."
On the physical level, Nethaniel is indeed immortal, but this injury is reflected on his alchemical matrix, creating a fatal soul scar, just like many cracks inside a complex machine, but the machine can still
Operation, but once it is overloaded, no one can guarantee whether the cracks will expand and parts will break, leading to the collapse of the machine.
Nathaniel clenched his fist tentatively, and his soul and body reflected each other. He could feel the faint pain in his flesh and blood, making it impossible for him to clench his fingers with all his strength.
He also carefully called the ether. A small amount of ether flow would not cause abnormalities. Once the scale of the ether call increased, the alchemy matrix would show signs of getting out of control.
"Damn it, they still achieved their goal." Nathaniel complained in a low voice.
"What purpose?"
Bologg looked at Nethaniel with concern, and then looked at the corpses scattered around him. It was obvious that when Bologg ran all the way at the bottom of the forging pit, Nethaniel was also experiencing a bloody battle here.
"This is a trap, a trap aimed at me by the group of secrets. What's even more unfortunate is that I have to face it head-on." The familiar and confident smile appeared on Nathaniel's face again, "After all, this kind of thing
, only I can do it.”
The Secret Group set up a trap and attacked and killed the envoy. The envoy also followed the trap and turned this into a raid. Although Boluoge was powerful, he could not cope with this fatal situation. As for the new generation of glory,
As for Holt, his value is obviously more expensive than Nathaniel, so naturally he cannot be allowed to take risks.
In the end, Nethanil took on this key role and defeated most of the enemy's main force.
No need for Nethanil to explain, Bologo looked at the roaring ether furnace deep behind the door, and then felt the remaining restless ether around him, and he vaguely guessed what happened.
"Did you kill them all?" Borlog asked.
"Of course, leave no one behind."
Nathaniel patted his chest, and the pure ether swayed away, making Boluoge's heart beat with fear.
"One of them couldn't be killed. He was too strong. If I hadn't retreated quickly, I would have been a corpse when you saw me now." He thought for a while and added, "No, if I hadn't
Those guys who are in the way, let me go one-on-one with them, maybe I still have a chance of winning."
"who?"
Boluogo became nervous. In his eyes, Nethanil was already a first-class strong man. Boluogo had never thought that there was someone else who could directly threaten Nethanil.
"Yaoh."
Nathaniel revealed a name that shocked and confused Bolog.
"Yaoh?"
Boluogo repeated, and then almost instinctively raised his resentment, opened his own ether, and swept it in all directions indiscriminately.
"Relax, he's not here."
Seeing Bologg's overreaction, Nathaniel burst out laughing, then patted the steps beside him vigorously, motioning for Bologg to come over and sit down.
"That's right, because of the existence of "Dawn Oath", he will not leave the Land of Eternal Night."
Bologo relaxed. The successive battles had made his nerves a little too tense, and he was even a little nervous.
A new problem has arisen.
Boluogo asked, "Then how did you fight him?"
"He took advantage of the oath," Nathaniel pointed to the smoothly running ether furnace behind him. "They used this thing to crush reality and create an overlapping point. I was involved in it, and then the night
The king just swaggered into the etheric realm and started fighting with me."
Boluogo fell silent. He had always regarded the etheric world as a mysterious and unpredictable place to explore, but now it seems that this mysterious world above the material world can also be used strategically.
This sounds like the working principle of the Winding Path Gate. While two points in the material world crush reality and wrap the enemy into the etheric world, one's own power can quickly strike through the etheric world.
"He has the devil's help."
Boluogo whispered, it is not impossible to carry out strategic strikes through the etheric realm, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, in the weird etheric realm, the Sublime One cannot locate the position at all, even if the enemy is enveloped
Entering the etheric realm is just a daze on the vast ice field. To realize this possibility, there must be a devil to guide you in the etheric realm.
"Isn't it normal for him to have help from the devil?" Nathaniel sighed.
"What? It still feels dreamy and unreal?"
Nathaniel smiled at Boluogo and said, "It was like a legendary monster suddenly appeared in front of me. Well, actually, I felt the same as you when I saw the Night King in the etheric realm."
After coughing twice, Nathaniel's expression suddenly became serious, "Bologo, listen carefully to what I say next."
Boluogo nodded and held Qianjiao in his arms. He felt that he was a tall guy, but sitting next to Nathaniel, he was like a small mound beside a mountain.
"The purpose of the Secret Group was to kill me and reduce the power of the Bureau of Order," Nathaniel stroked the injury on his chest, "They failed, but they also succeeded."
Due to the serious injury of the soul scar, Nethaniel will not be able to fight at full strength in the short term, but fortunately, he is still alive, otherwise Nethaniel's death will be a serious blow to the morale of the Order Bureau.
"The operation is not over yet. No one can guarantee what will happen next. Maybe they will be unwilling and come back again, and I will really die here."
Nathaniel continued, "So, on the premise that I may die, I need you, you undead, as a backup for my intelligence."
Boluogo nodded silently. As Nathaniel spoke, his heart was filled with inexplicable emotions, bringing with it a faint sense of sadness and sacrifice.
"According to records, the Night King can almost be regarded as the first batch of undead. He was also the first beneficiary when the ether descended and the alchemical matrix sprouted. In other words, his alchemical matrix should have lagged behind to an incredible extent.
, it is even said that he has the etheric power of a Glorious One, but the nature of his secret energy may not be as good as that of a first-stage Sublime One."
Boluogo responded calmly, "But he hurt you, ignoring the generational differences in alchemy matrix technology over the long years, and almost defeated you in one fell swoop."
Nathaniel continued, "Yes, and I am sure that he did not use some comprehensive amplification type of alchemical weapons."
In order to avoid being separated by generations, the undead will choose to use some advanced alchemical weapons to bridge the gap with the times.
Boluogo stared into Nathaniel's eyes, "So..."
"Through all the strange things I noticed when fighting him, I suspect..."
Nathaniel said in an extremely calm tone.
"I suspect that the Night King has been transformed into the scourge of this world."