If ether fills the space between heaven and earth, like a vast sea of ether, now Bologo has dug a black hole in this sea of ether, attracting massive amounts of ether to flow into it.
The ethers squeezed together, the density continued to increase, and they all collapsed into Boluogo's alchemical matrix, until the ether concentration reached a terrifying peak, surrounded by flashing arcs and sparks, the dimensions of reality began to distort, and were squeezed out into a huge
of arc.
"This...is this?"
Aimu, who is in a state of mental reflection, can clearly feel the changes in various indicators of Boluogo's body. If necessary, she can even list a line chart of real-time changes.
In the state of ether siphoning, Bologo wantonly called for thousands of ethers to pour into his body, causing them to roughly penetrate into the dry alchemical matrix. The speed of this influx has far exceeded the efficiency and power of the alchemical matrix to convert ether.
While filling the body, boundless severe pain also followed.
broken.
Aimu could see that Boluogo's alchemical matrix was trembling and cracking. The narrow paths were squeezed wide by the wash of ether, cracked and cut off. It seemed that the alchemical matrix would be broken in the next second.
Overwhelmed and completely collapsed.
"Stop it! Bologo!"
Aimu tried to stop Boluogo. While he gained strength, he was also heading towards his own collapse.
Boluogo has died so many times, but he has never died due to the collapse of the alchemical matrix. Aimu doesn't know whether this power rooted in the soul can also be restored by the reversal of the gift and the axis of time tracing.
"It's okay, I'm sensible."
Boluogo responded in a low voice. This was not the first time he had tried Ether Siphon. As early as when he learned about the existence of this power from Yas, Boluogo had made many attempts in secret, but as Yas said,
As mentioned, this ethereal skill is not perfect, it is still in a state of completion, and is full of unknown risks.
Several previous attempts ended in failure, but as the number of times increased, Boluoge gradually became more proficient. He did not feel that he was better than others and could rely on his own efforts to perfect the Ether Siphon.
This is enough to deal with the current crisis.
"You...you are becoming an etheric vortex point!"
Aimu exclaimed, more and more ethers collapsed and vortexed over. They were highly concentrated around Boluogo, overwhelming reality. If Boluogo continued to call on the surrounding ethers, he might be able to do it on his own.
With its power, an etheric vortex point was artificially created... It can even be said that it completely crushed reality and caused the etheric world to overlap with it.
An inexplicable chill passed through Aimu's heart. She was a little afraid of what would happen next, even though she didn't know exactly what would happen...
Just as the ether was further condensing, the gravitational force pulling them suddenly disappeared. The ether scattered in all directions and collapsed back into the world. The infinite ether that was still restless a second ago has now fallen into silence, as if just now.
Everything that happened was just a weird hallucination.
"Uncle..."
Aimu's worried voice suddenly stopped. She discovered that Boluogo, whose ether was about to be exhausted, actually returned to full ether at this time. The ether was running at high speed in the scarred alchemical matrix, almost overflowing.
came out.
"I have to admit that this technique is quite efficient in replenishing the ether."
Boluogo coughed painfully, and there was uncontrollable severe pain in the muscles all over his body, as if he had been struck by lightning. Dots of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his pupils were filled with bloodshot eyes.
In the blink of an eye, Boluogo returned from the state of ether depletion to his full strength, but the price was that he was severely damaged by the ether turbulence. Even the most important alchemy matrix was damaged as a result, and many cracks appeared.
"Yas is right, the ether siphon can only be used once in a short period of time," Boluogo felt the injury in his body, "If it is used multiple times, the alchemy matrix will completely collapse under repeated erosion.
If you kill the enemy, you will die first."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
Aimu's voice was full of worry, and she didn't care about things like ether siphon.
"It's okay. At worst, I'll die and reset my state."
Boluogo said, looking at the rolling clouds below, "Now, we can start the second round."
Death was in Boluogo's mouth, as easily as a game, and Aimu was speechless for a moment.
After regaining his condition, Boluogo decisively burned the ether in his body, controlling the extending snake scale liquid. The rugged iron feathers extended and overlapped from the back of Boluogo's spine, extending infinitely outward until he transformed.
Make a pair of steel wings, covering the sky and the sun.
There was a vague pain, and Boluogo's nerves seemed to have been damaged. Whether he was controlling the ether or moving his limbs, he could feel sharp and short-lived pain like needle pricks.
This little pain is nothing, let alone affecting Boluogo. Boluogo thinks this pain is gentle.
Leaning down and leaping down, Boluogo was like a giant eagle, gliding high in the sky with its iron feathers, and plunged into the rolling clouds.
The field of vision changed rapidly. Just a moment ago, it was grand blue and clear, and now it turned into turbid and changing darkness. Thunder crossed the field of vision, light and darkness intertwined, and cold raindrops hit the face, like a prelude to the end of the world.
Bologg adjusted his posture and walked through at high speed. In this chaotic environment, he could not see anything except clouds and thunder. But as long as he closed his eyes, Bologg could feel the strong ether reaction in the
The clouds shuttled between each other like pythons in the jungle, fighting each other.
"Directly ahead!"
While Borogo was acting, Aimu relied on his outstanding etheric perception ability, like a radar, to help Borogo search for the target.
"I see!"
The wings suddenly opened, contacting the airflow over a large area, forcing Boluogo to slow down. In the violent tremors, countless wings shattered and fell off, turning into familiar diamond-shaped shields surrounding Boluogo, and ejected one by one.
Footholds formed one after another in mid-air, and Boluogo quickly jumped between the diamond-shaped shields like an antelope.
Under the increase of ether in the extreme realm, Bologo's speed became faster and faster, going straight into the depths of the clouds.
While the ether was burning wantonly, Bologo noticed that his own ether consumption was much faster than usual. After careful perception, Bologo discovered the problem.
After forcibly ingesting the ether, many cracks were created in his own alchemical matrix, its integrity was broken, and it lost its binding force on these unconverted ethers. In other words, even if Bologo does not burn the ether, these ethers will automatically
Leaked from the cracks in the alchemical matrix.
The Aether Siphon is not so much a chance for Borogo to take the second turn, but rather a reflection before death in battle.
Even a flash of light was enough. Bologg passed through the torrential rain and thunder. The roaring wind and the power of the Glorious One were within easy reach. He had already stepped into the heart of the battlefield of the dark Iron Curtain.
There is no need to identify a specific target through vision. Boluogo can determine the identity of the enemy by simply sensing the surging ether and the vague blood.
"Found you!"
Furious roars came from high in the sky, and the Night Clan who were hovering high in the sky raised their heads in confusion, only to see a blurry figure speeding towards them from above their heads, and with him came pouring water.
heavy rain.
The first cry of mourning came from a night tribe member closest to Boluogo. He saw Boluogo's arrival and also saw the heavy rain falling from the clouds. The thunder light reflected on the raindrops, exuding brilliant and dazzling patches.
The glow, sparkling.
Just when the Night Tribe was wondering why Bologo could appear silently above their heads, the first raindrop fell on him, like strong acid corroding flesh and blood. A sharp sting came from the contact surface. The Night Tribe watched helplessly.
A large black hole was burned into his skin, and the raindrops that should have been scattered turned into a sharp needle, piercing his entire arm.
These are not raindrops, but deadly rainstorm needles.
When the Night Tribe realized all this, the sweeping metal rainstorm easily shattered his body into powder, and the death metal and silver mercilessly strangled the Night Tribe's blood.
One after another, wails resounded and hovered high in the sky. The night tribesmen who maintained the ceremony fell one by one like a flock of dead birds, falling to the boundless earth.
The Night Clan were aware of the danger, but they could do nothing. In order to maintain the ritual of the Dark Iron Curtain, they were all a group of Night Clan who had been specially promoted. Their own secret power could only maintain high-altitude hovering.
The bloody rain curtain swept away, and there were not many Night Clan members left in the dark clouds. The crazy power surging around them stopped for a moment, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.
Further down in the sky ceremony venue, the Night Tribe of Glory was fighting with Vonn and Holt. Severin raised his head. He noticed the collapse of the ceremony. Severin didn't understand. He had obviously tried his best to hold it back.
Two glorious ones, why did the ceremony still collapse?
Severin saw it.
In the dark clouds, Bologo fell at high speed, like a meteor, and hit him accurately. Severin set up the sword decisively, and the metals met. After the clear vibration, a sharp bite hung on the sword.
The top of Weilin's head was only a hair away from his scarlet pupils.
"hello!"
Borogo cheered, clenched his grip with both hands, and kept stabbing. The diamond-shaped shield stretched out in distortion, turning into a dense entanglement of thorns and heading towards Severin. At the same time, a manic hurricane full of ether struck towards Severin.
Come.
It was an offensive from Vonn. He exerted his power without reservation. In order to ensure that he could severely damage Severin with one blow, Severin discovered that he had actually included Bologg within the attack range.
"Damn it!"
Severin's eyes were flashing with light, and his body was squirming strangely. Bologna felt the pressure on his resentful bite lighten, and saw that Severin's entire body suddenly collapsed into an unpredictable airflow.
Luo Ge's side quickly dissipated, condensed in the distance again, and reshaped into a complete body.
Losing support, Bologg fell again, but this time the invisible cyclone caught Bologg steadily. After a burst of whistling, Vonn appeared beside Bologg.
Vonn looked surprised, "Why are you here?"
"It's a long story."
Boluogo didn't know how to explain the wonderful experience he just had. He had to say that the feeling of free fall was really bad.
"Another Glorious One can still appear outside the Land of Eternal Night," Boluogo looked at the figure above, "He and the Regent should be from the same period, right?"
"Severin, the servant of disaster who disobeys the royal court," Vaughn explained, "the previous raid on Morrowind Stronghold was commanded by him."
The term Servant of Disaster refers specifically to those beings who can cause extraordinary disasters with their personal abilities, such as Idel, whose body carries the flesh-blood plague. The Severa in front of him is also a Servant of Disaster, and his power is obviously
Attracting this thick iron curtain of darkness.
Severin looked at Vonn and Bologg below with disgust. Farther away, Holt's ether reaction was still approaching. Unlike Vonn who was freely controlling the wind, Holt was high in the air.
The way he moves is as clumsy as Bologg's.
Severin was already overwhelmed by the two Glorious Ones. Bologg accidentally hit them again, and went around and killed all the Night Tribes who were maintaining the ceremony. Severin realized that this raid had failed, and he was unwilling to do so.
, wanted to continue trying, but at this time a winding crack opened from behind him.
Severin seemed to be conversing with something in the winding crack. Soon, he turned his head to look at Boluogo, with a little more hatred in his eyes, and finally stepped into the winding crack helplessly.
.
There are no more unnecessary figures high in the sky.
Boluogo stood above the transparent cyclone and asked, "Is this the end?"
"I guess so."
"Speaking of which, what is going on?" Boluoge seized the opportunity to ask, "Why did the Disobedient Royal Court suddenly attack?"
"Haven't you realized? If they don't fight, we will fight." Vonn felt that Boluogo's reaction was a little slow. "Otherwise, why are you here? Boluogo."
Boluogo blinked, as if he had just woken up from the fury of the battle, and he nodded belatedly.
"Yes, war is already around the corner."
As soon as Bologe finished speaking, a strong feeling of weakness spread from his body. After a short continuation, the ether in his body had leaked cleanly along the cracks in the alchemy matrix. A huge feeling of powerlessness captured Bologe.
.
"How are you?"
Vonn raised his hand to support Boluogo. Boluogo nodded palely and pretended to be relaxed, "It's okay, it was just a little accident."
"are you sure?"
"It's okay," Boluogo affirmed again, "I just need some time to rest."
After a brief period of recovery, Bologg entered a state of extreme weakness. The negative effects were much more serious than Bologg imagined, but after a rational evaluation, Bologg could completely accept such a price.
According to the rules of the board game, Bologo's own original amount of ether can be regarded as one life, the complete reserve of soul fragments is one, and the forcible seizure of the protection and soul-sucking soul can also be regarded as one life.
, after all the above methods are exhausted, the ether siphon will become Boluogo's last life.
Boluogo didn't think anyone could force him into such a desperate situation. Even if the enemy did it, he should have fallen into the same desperate situation as Boluogo.
As a counter-attack in a desperate situation, Boluogo is quite satisfied with the current performance of Ether Siphon, but if possible, he hopes to further perfect this Ether extreme skill, even if it cannot reduce the damage to himself, at least prolong the
It's good to maintain it for a while.
"Between these, let's clear the clouds first," Bologg endured the various negative states caused by the etheric siphon, and said to Vorn, "There are still many remaining enemies on the ground."
After forcing back the Throat of the Abyss and cutting off the passage, Boluogo not only prevented the Disobedient Royal Court from continuing to invest troops, but also eliminated the remaining enemy's retreat. What awaited them next was to be burned to ashes by the sun.
Vonn took a deep breath. As one of the few Glorious Persons who can fight at high altitudes, all the pressure at high altitudes was borne by Vonn. Facing these difficult enemies, Vonn was still unable to fight to the death. He
Once something goes wrong, the safety of Morrowind Stronghold will become precarious.
Like Bologg, Vonn was exhausted at this time, and there was not much ether stored in the alchemy matrix. But now the ceremony of the Dark Iron Curtain was interrupted by Bologg, and Severin also withdrew into the winding rift.
, these endless dark clouds are just clouds at the moment, it is not difficult to blow them away.
Vonn closed his eyes, and the ether spread in all directions, firmly grasping every airflow high in the sky. With his hands open, he waved his hands lightly like an orchestra conductor, weaving the airflow into weak wisps.
The winds gathered together, and the strong airflow united again until it turned into a high-speed spinning air mass.
Countless air masses concentrated and converged with Fuen as the origin. Fuen opened his eyes. In an instant, the majestic airflow set off manic howling winds. They were like furious snakes, biting at the dense clouds.
There were shocking wounds on it.
Golden blood flowed from the wound, which was the warm sunshine.
The light fell down to the earth, dispelling the gloom and cold. When it fell on the bloodthirsty people, it instantly turned them into a blazing fireball.
As the product of infinite degradation of the blood of the Night Clan, bloodthirsters are unable to withstand the slightest bit of sunlight. Not only the living bloodthirsties, but also those who have fallen down and turned into corpses are also covered by successive fires.
This is the curse from the sun and the disgust of the world. Even the pools of blood gathered on the ground started to spontaneously ignite. In the blink of an eye, the entire battlefield was covered by unstoppable fireworks, forming an endless sea of fire.
Driven by Vorn, the dark iron curtain collapsed piece by piece. The bloodthirsty people felt the most primitive fear deep in their blood. They disobeyed the instructions of the high-level night tribe and fled in all directions. The rays of sunlight were ruthless.
The ground fell, following closely behind the bloodthirsty ones.
In the sea of scorching smoke and raging fire, the Night Tribes also avoided the sun, but on the empty coastline, there was no shelter for them to hide, let alone the defenders of Morrowind Stronghold, who had taken this opportunity to launch an attack.
A major counterattack.
The sound of fighting gradually calmed down, leaving only the occasional mournful sound. After an hour of burning, the sun purified the earth and evaporated the last trace of the blood of the Night Clan. The fireworks dissipated, leaving only the burnt gray and black.
of land.
The Sublimers reorganized, they were fully armed, searching the shadows in the surrounding area, checking whether any fish that escaped the net survived by chance. The search work must be completed before sunset, otherwise the night will protect the Night Clan again.
The tired Bologg landed back to the ground with Vorn, without any time to rest. After joining Holt and others, they quickly rushed to the core of Morrowind Stronghold, Wind's End Castle.
During the fierce battle, many Night Tribes quietly sneaked into Storm's End Castle. Looking above Storm's End Castle, Bologger could see wisps of burning black smoke, and a faint smell of blood coming from the direction of Storm's End Castle.
