"So... as long as I kill you, I can completely paralyze the group of secrets, right?"
Holt looked at the speaker in front of him, his eyes brightened with ether surging in his body. Just when he was about to shatter the shackles on his body and bring order to the chaos, suddenly, an inexplicable sense of trance came over him.
It's strange that Holt couldn't describe this feeling. He just felt that everything in front of him was extremely familiar, as if he had experienced it countless times in a certain dream.
The weird trance didn't bother Holt for long. The ether was fully aroused, and a series of cracking sounds came from around him. The shackles that imprisoned him collapsed one by one, turning into pieces of metal fragments, jingling.
It fell to the ground.
The power of the Glorious One is released without reservation, shocking all directions.
Holt observed the speaker's dry face and cloudy eyes. He was looking forward to his shocked look, but in fact, the speaker had no expression at all, as if he had predicted this.
The same high-pitched ether burst out in the speaker's body, and he stood motionless like a tree stump. At the same time, weird and fanciful things tore through reality around Holt.
First there was the abominable and ferocious monster, its strong body covered with steel needle-like manes, its head disappeared, replaced by a snake head that was constantly splitting.
Similar nightmare things emerged one after another, accompanied by wind and thunder, as if a storm swept through this place, and the dim light completely dissipated, and darkness completely enveloped Holt.
The Speaker's sudden offensive surprised Holt. The offensive was huge, but it could not affect Holt. He calmly launched his secret power, and the invisible quagmire swallowed up everything around him.
Under Holt's power, the movement of all objects is infinitely slowed down, even to an almost absolute stagnation. These beasts, wind and thunder, fabricated out of thin air by fantasy creations, are frozen in mid-air, like a frame in a film.
screen.
"It's such an enviable power," the Speaker sighed quietly, "It's great to be young."
Holt knew that the Speaker was not praising his youth, but the alchemy matrix he carried.
"You're not bad either. You don't look old-fashioned yet."
When Holt saw that the Speaker could still move freely, he couldn't help but look at the old guy warily.
At the moment when Secret Energy Amber unfolded, the Speaker did not continue to invest in the offensive on fantasy creations. Instead, he gathered a large amount of ether to look around, and based on the most basic law of ether mutual exclusion, combined with his own moment soul criticality, he rejected Huo Huo.
Walter's control.
In response to Holt's praise, the Speaker smiled hoarsely. This had nothing to do with him not being old-fashioned. It was just that in the past few times of time review, the Speaker gradually figured out the nature of Holt's secret power and found a way to deal with it.
method.
Holt's secret power can control the movement speed of surrounding things. If necessary, he can force everything into stasis to achieve the pseudo effect of freezing time.
Under the influence of this power, anyone wrapped in amber will be a lamb to be slaughtered... In the time review a few times ago, this is how Xiti died. Her movement speed was slowed down, and she watched helplessly.
Then Holt strode over, punched himself in the heart, and then broke his neck.
Xiti is not important, she is just a resource.
In this extraordinary food chain, as the founder of the kingdom of heaven on earth, the Speaker is at the top of everything.
The power of the aurora enveloped the Speaker's body, and a massive amount of ether was injected into the alchemical matrix, strengthening the critical moment of the soul, forming a dense ether barrier close to the body surface.
To avoid the amber package through the mutual exclusion of ether requires a large amount of ether. Fortunately, the speaker has the support of the aurora to carry out this stupid counterattack.
Moreover, even if Holt slows down all the Speaker's creations, as long as the Speaker can keep moving, he still has a chance of winning.
Holt's expression became solemn. From his perspective, the Speaker noticed the nature of his own secret energy almost at the same time he released it, and then found a way to deal with it.
As expected of an immortal, as he has lived for a long time, the accumulation of experience has become extremely terrifying.
Holt clenched his fists, and the aether increased all over his body, strengthening his strength and speed, and entering the extreme realm.
Accompanied by a blast of howling, Holt disappeared from the spot, wandering around quickly like an invisible god of death.
The Speaker still looked calm, he said secretly in his heart.
"Left side first."
Crazy fantasies bloomed, and a series of heavy and simple iron walls rose from the ground. Then the iron walls collapsed, and Holt walked through the broken fantasies.
"Ha ha!"
The Speaker laughed, turned his eyes to his side, and secretly said in his heart, "Then the right side."
In the twisted fantasy, rows of iron soldiers raised their iron spears and stood ready to face the cavalry charge. The next moment, the spears were broken, and the soldiers' formation was completely broken up by Holt.
Holt couldn't figure out how the Speaker could detect his offensive so quickly. This was no longer explained by the so-called prejudgment, but more like...precognition.
Breaking into the speaker's inner circle, the two ethers clashed with each other with great intensity, and the screams continued, as if a flock of birds were surrounding them.
Although the Speaker's alchemy matrix lags behind, his ether strength is truly glorious, and with the increase in the power of Aurora, it can faintly overwhelm Holt.
Holt concentrated his ether and launched rounds of breakthroughs, breaking through the Speaker's ether repulsion until it touched his body.
Secret Energy·Amber.
For a moment, the speaker's body quickly stiffened. The two of them were like generals commanding thousands of armies. If the ether could be embodied into soldiers arranged in a row, then it could be clearly observed that Holt's army broke through the speaker's defense line.
He was chasing and killing the defeated soldiers.
The Speaker was completely frozen in place, and his own ether gradually lost control. However, he did not panic, he just showed that ugly smile and looked at Holt.
A deep and distant roar sounded from behind Holt, and a huge python emerged, quickly rolled up on Holt, opened its bloody mouth, and tried to devour him.
Behind the giant snake, Xiti moved her body with all her strength, trying to break through Holt's restraints and launch a new round of attacks.
Holt's offensive was interrupted, and the Speaker happily shouted, "It's just the right time!"
With the help of time retrieval, the battle between the Speaker and Holt is like the chessboard calculation of Othello. The Speaker can start over infinitely, collect all the information that is beneficial to him, and follow the step-by-step direction of the chess game to find the chance of victory.
The offensive in front of him has been repeated several times in the eyes of the Speaker. He has already calculated that Xiti will break away from the control at this time and interfere with Holt's attack. He also knows that Holt will smash the giant with one punch next.
The snake continued to attack itself.
The Speaker saw it. Holt first feinted with a punch, and then approached him by sacrificing his own life for injury. The real killer move was an impact after his ether was fully charged. That blow would trigger a pure ether torrent, enough to kill the Speaker.
The body was completely exploded into powder.
At this moment, in the eyes of the Speaker, all the possibilities in the future are the past that has already happened.
"Death!"
Holt roared, shattering the giant snake into annihilated ether with one punch. Just like what happened countless times, Holt carried out a series of actions according to the trajectory of the past.
Approach, feint.
Under the influence of slowness, the speaker's speed was not very fast, and he was even a little clumsy. However, with this extremely clumsy movement, he could easily avoid Holt's various heavy blows.
Massive amounts of ether converged on Holt, and the speaker knew that Holt was about to attempt the fatal blow.
In the last cycle, the Speaker fell due to this blow. Now that the future has reached the end of the past, the Speaker once again tries to change his destiny.
The Speaker narrowed his eyes, imagining that he had the power of the Void Spirit School and the power to control the school. He could not only crush other people's consciousness from a distance, but also crush his head together.
The Utopian Seeds that covered the Speaker's body twisted and squirmed. Among them, one Utopian Seed had completely withered away, as if it had exhausted its power. Now another Utopian Seed has shrunk. At the same time, the Illusion Seed that exceeded the limit of secret energy
The power of creation is given to the Speaker.
Heartbreaking pain filled Holt's mind, like countless worms gnawing at him. He was convinced that this was an attack from the Ethereal School, but he couldn't figure it out. There were only three of them in the ether reaction here.
Where did this weird attack come from?
The consciousness was in pain, and the gathering of ether was also disrupted. The highly condensed power gradually lost control and turned into dazzling lightning, splitting the ground on one side into pieces.
Holt gasped in pain, and before he could take any further action, terrible pressure came from his head, as if a pair of invisible hands were trying to crush his head.
There was a clear sound of blood rushing in his ears, and the soft sound of bones breaking inch by inch. Holt's eyes were bloodshot, and his throat was filled with turbid air.
The gathered ether was completely out of control, and the dazzling light directly engulfed Holt completely.
"Hahaha!"
The Speaker laughed loudly, but in the next second, Holt's bloody face appeared in the deadly ether flow. He arrived in front of the Speaker at a speed that could be called a ghost. The remaining ether exploded in full, destroying the Speaker's ether barrier.
A gap was created.
It was also in this short gap that Holt grabbed the speaker's throat. Without any nonsense, his five fingers sank into the flesh and blood like swords, completely tearing the entire throat apart, and then stabbed straight into the chest with the knife.
, destroying the speaker's heart and spine.
Almost within a moment of meeting each other, the speaker's body was mutilated by Holt, like a tattered rag.
"You're more resilient than I thought."
The Speaker suppressed his smile. He thought he could kill Holt during this time backtracking.
Holt said nothing, enduring the severe pain on his body, and his fist fell like a heavy hammer, crushing the Speaker's head in one fell swoop.
The ripples of time lingered and burst out from the Speaker's body, like rewinding. Everything touched by the ripples was going back along the time axis, even Holt himself.
"I see……"
Holt lost control of his body and could only stare blankly as he kept retreating and resetting his movements, just like starting a chess game again, with all the chess pieces placed in their initial positions.
"No wonder you can predict my actions," Holt murmured, "all of this has happened before."
The Speaker nodded with a smile, "Do you think you can survive the next time back?"
In looking back again and again, the Speaker gradually found the chance of victory. As long as everything continues to go as he had rehearsed, he will avoid Holt's series of attacks like a prophet and counterattack him at the critical moment.
As for the Utopian Seeds consumed in this battle, the Speaker is not distressed. He can completely use Holt to supplement them. This is the meaning of the existence of the Nest Heart.
The heart of the nest is not only the residence of the sage council, but also the coverage area of the Utopia. In this heaven on earth, all members will receive eternal life.
As for the price of maintaining the kingdom of heaven on earth, it is actually very simple. It only needs to transform Holt into a fantasy species through the transformation ceremony of the nest heart.
Thinking of this, the Speaker raised his head and glanced at the crystal hive above his head. Some of the crouched figures had already stopped squirming, like transformed insects. In the near future, their bodies will shrivel little by little until they become
Become a brand new seed of fantasy.
“See you in the next recap.”
The speaker greeted Holt, sarcastically speaking.
The ripples of time swallowed up everything in the heart of the nest, and everything returned to the starting point.
Holt stood in front of the Speaker and said the words he had repeated for a long time.
"So... as long as I kill you, I can completely paralyze the group of secrets, right?"
This time, the Speaker happily responded, "Of course."
The ether surged wildly between the two, like a roaring volcano, and was about to cause a scene of destruction. At this critical moment of tension, sudden footsteps came from a distance.
Holt glanced behind him in confusion, and the speaker's expression instantly became serious.
Obviously, the chaos in the timeline this time is limited to the battle between the Speaker and Holt. Once there is interference from external forces, the Speaker's previous "predictions" will be disrupted, and he must start over and deduce the battle.
.
There is no absolutely perfect power in the world, and the same is true for the Speaker. Even though he has so many fantasy seeds, he still has a fatal flaw. However, under the influence of time regression, Holt has no chance to discover it.
The speaker ordered to Xiti, "Xiti!"
It was just calling her name, but the meaning behind it was already clear.
Siti did not act immediately, but hesitated on the edge of the nest heart. She was very aware of the age of her alchemy matrix, and she knew even better that as long as she was within the scope of the nest heart, she would still stand in the heaven on earth and enjoy eternal life.
The power, but once it is taken out...
The news of Giroud's death echoed in her ears.
"Xiti!"
The Speaker urged again. He never thought that Xiti would refuse his order... Maybe he never realized how much these people feared death.
They have been living in vain for so long that just hearing the name of the God of Death will make them tremble and cry, even if they have power in their hands that exceeds that of most people.
Xiti plucked up the courage and prepared to intercept the enemy, but by this time it was already too late.
The door to the heart of the nest was kicked open forcefully, and a strong air flow rushed into the room carrying a strong blood energy.
"I'm not late, am I?"
Bologg looked at the Speaker and then at Holt. He raised his resentment and gently grasped the handle of the saw ax with his fingers.