At first, Medi could still say some curse words and make some hysterical wails, but slowly, his voice gradually weakened, and his consciousness seemed to be on the verge of being broken. He could not even utter a complete sentence.
What was left was a low gasping sound driven by physiological instinct.
Boluogo still maintained his rigorous and serious attitude. The torture against Medi now seemed to have become a scientific research. Boluogo continued to refine his secret powers and wandered around Medi's broken alchemical matrix.
stop.
The Secret Source is the source of all Sublime People. It is like a huge server, connected to all the alchemy matrices. When the Sublime People consume ether at the cost, they can use the Alchemy Matrix as a converter to obtain changes from the Secret Source.
The miraculous power of reality.
Bologo realized that his current ability was like gaining certain management rights in this huge server. As long as Bologo was given a certain amount of time and assistance, Bologo could not only copy Medi's alchemy matrix,
You can also modify his alchemy matrix and completely change the ability of his alchemy matrix into another form.
Of course, this is just a hypothesis. Boluogo doesn't think he can achieve such precision at present, at least not as a defender.
"This feels really amazing, Aimu," Bologg murmured, "I am like a designer who has directly glimpsed the grand blueprint of the alchemy matrix."
"Yeah, it's really weird."
As an alchemy doll, Aimu was already the embodiment of miracles, but she was still shocked after seeing Bologg's power.
Aimu asked, "Bolog, I have a question. Regarding this ability, what kind of application scenarios can you immediately imagine?"
"I am completely unable to defeat those difficult opponents, such as the undead," Bologo said. "As long as I can completely crush their moment soul criticality, invade their alchemy matrix, and then control and destroy the alchemy from the soul level,
The grand blueprint of the Matrix can cut off their connection with the secret source and completely lose their extraordinary power."
Boluogo became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light, "By then, the undead will no longer have the power to communicate with the ether, they will just be a group of mortals who will not die."
A strong sense of excitement permeated Boluogo's heart. The undead have always been a group of extremely difficult guys to deal with. They can't be killed, and they may not be able to be imprisoned. It's like a dead knot, an unsolvable problem, but now
It's different. Bologo seems to have the ability to eradicate the undead. Although this cannot completely destroy them on the material level, it is enough to minimize their threat to the world and render them completely harmless.
Hearing such an answer, Aimu felt a little complicated, and sighed helplessly, "It's really the idea of a violent maniac."
"What's the matter? From your scholar's point of view, what do you think its application is?"
"Of course it's analysis!"
Aimu said loudly, "Since you have this kind of intrusion at an absolute microscopic level, it means that those encrypted alchemical matrices that are difficult to crack and reproduce will be clearly visible under your intrusion, and the grand blueprint of all the miracles in the world will be revealed.
will be open to you.”
At this point, she and Boluogo thought of going together.
"If the secret source uses itself as the cornerstone to build this huge extraordinary system, then you simply have developer permissions. As long as you have enough ability, you can freely spy on, destroy or modify the alchemy matrix... You
The secret power can be used for more than just destruction."
Aimu suddenly remembered the discussion he had with Boluogo a long time ago. Boluogo also mentioned that discussion to many people, but at that time, this matter was not too important, and everyone just thought
I never took it to heart.
"Boluogo, as a scholar, I propose to you that your school of secret energy is no longer limited to the school of control."
Aimu said, "You should be classified as a school of artifice."
Boluogo smiled and said, "At this time, does it matter which school of thought you belong to?"
This series of conversations all happened in Boluogo's mind. If reflected in reality, Boluogo suddenly stopped torturing Medi and stood there blankly, as if he was schizophrenic.
Sometimes he smiles, sometimes his face is downcast.
Xinda was confused by Boluogo. She couldn't figure out what was going on with this man. The torture was obviously going well, but why did it stop suddenly? Why did he stop when he stopped? Why was he winking again? Was it because he
Are the atrocities disgusting?
Looking at the others, Sere and Palmer both looked as if they were used to it, as if similar things had happened many times.
Xinda asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Palmer asked, "What?"
"I asked, what is he doing?"
Xinda felt an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness in her heart. After joining this strange team, she felt like a fly trapped in a glass cover. No matter how she buzzed around, she only hit the wall again and again.
.
"Oh, he is chatting with someone. Aimu, isn't she in Boluoge's body? The two of them can talk directly in their minds."
After finishing speaking, Palmer became elated again, "This ability is so convenient. Without a whistle, who knows whether the two of them are handling official business or just whispering, right?"
Xinda remained silent, feeling that she had hit the transparent wall again, her head bleeding.
Boluogo blinked, and his cold and stiff face became soft again. He ended the communication with Aimu and got out of the sluggish state.
"Okay, Aimu, it's your turn."
Boluogo spoke and stretched out his hand to Medi.
Medi's eyes widened. At this time, Bologg seemed to have turned into some abominable thing beyond imagination in his eyes. Bologg's palm began to tremble, splitting into a blurry double image, like
The two hands overlapped each other, and then they strangled Medi's head violently.
The ether invaded Medi's mind again, and this time he no longer had any defense at all, like an open diary for anyone to read.
"No, no..."
Medi's previous mocking demeanor disappeared, and only the absolute fear of the unknown remained in her heart.
He overestimated his willpower and his acceptance of cruelty. Of course, Medi also overestimated Bologo's cruelty and ruthlessness. This bastard had almost no empathy when he inflicted atrocities.
Yes, Boluogo completely stripped himself out of the current environment, and instead, role-playing, regarded himself as a supreme, heaven-ordained judge.
Cold and ruthless, like metal.
Boluogo strangled Medi's head, while Aimu's hand penetrated Medi's body without any hindrance and penetrated into the depths of his soul.
Without the Moment Soul Critical and the Alchemy Matrix, Aimu easily got into Medi's memory, spied on his various experiences, and found the information they wanted from those pieces of memory.
"I found it."
Aimu took the initiative to release the harmonious body and separated from Boluogo's body.
"From his memory, there is no news about Olivia," Aimu said to Sere first. "It seems that Olivia has not yet carried out the assassination, nor has she been discovered by the regent."
After hearing the news, Sere's tense nerves relaxed somewhat.
"Then I knew why there was no one here, and I knew where York was."
Aimu took a deep breath. Just by mentioning this piece of information, she could smell a blood breath that was difficult to dispel from Medi's memory. It was so strong that it was suffocating.
"York was imprisoned in a place called the Butcher's Pit, which is located in the royal city. All the blood people who have disappeared now were transported there for him to kill in order to awaken the sin of wrath."
Everyone fell silent, with different expressions.
"Knew it……"
Weier sighed softly, and then she jumped off Boluogo's shoulder and walked towards the distance with her tail hanging low.
Boluogo shouted, "Weier, what do you want to do?"
"I'm going to the Butcher's Pit," Wei'er said without looking back. "You should have guessed my job. I want to recover the Origin Sin Arms for Sai Zong."
Burlogo said, "We can do it together."
"It's not necessary. Once everyone shows up in the Butcher's Pit, it will be a decisive battle, and it will only cause a mess," Weier continued, "Don't worry, I can handle it by myself."
Weier suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Boluogo... No, it looked at Sere.
"Sere, don't let everyone down again."
After saying that, Weier started running quickly, the clatter of footsteps gradually faded away, and her figure disappeared into the blood tax station.
"Very good, another person...a cat has left the team. Are we about to fall apart before we take action?"
Xinda began to regret joining this team. She should have gone with Holt, even if Holt's job was to attract the attention of the rebellious royal court on the frontal battlefield.
"No, it's just that everyone's jobs are different."
Bologger continued, "My priority goal is not to deal with the Regent, nor to assassinate the Night King, but to destroy the dark iron curtain that shrouds the land of eternal night."
As long as the dark iron curtain disappears, the disobedient royal court will be in absolute passivity. In this way, no matter what Boluogo and others want to do, it will be much smoother. It is even said that Holt and others can take advantage of the sunshine to cross the border.
The angry sea rushed directly into the land of eternal night.
"Then we can move on to the next item."
Sere said, taking out the blood-draining dagger and raising his hand to cut Medi's throat, completely ending the life of this night tribe.
Boluogo raised his hand to stop him and said, "Wait a minute, I want to do one last experiment on him."
Under Sere's confused eyes, Bologo took out the light-scorching crystal core and pressed it tightly against Medi's throat.
Medi looked at Boluogo nervously. He felt something in his throat, which was exuding an icy chill. But with the flash of etheric light, the chill disappeared and was replaced by a rising small flame.
Before Medi could scream, the flames suddenly jumped into a raging fire, completely swallowing Medi and turning it into a trembling fireball.
Boluogo took a few steps back, flicked the scorching crystal core, and shook away the remaining sparks.
He watched Medi's struggle with cold eyes. Slowly, his rickets curled up, and his already withered body shrank further until it turned into a ball of black charcoal. All the blood of the Night Clan evaporated and the flames burned.
The hair on the skin is gone, and it burrows into the body, hollowing out the organs.
When the light was extinguished due to the exhaustion of the ether, what was left in front of Boluogo's eyes was only a ball of dark ashes, and among the ashes, pieces of hard blocks that had not been completely crushed.
Obviously, light burn is extremely lethal to all organic matter, even the immortal Night Tribe.
Bologg recalled Nathaniel's description of the Night King, the darkness that swallowed all light and sound. Bologg was not sure whether this light, which had bound the beasts of the pack for many years, could bind the Night King again.
"Okay, we can go."
As he spoke, Bologg lifted the blockade on the surrounding area. The closed corridors were reopened, and the air circulation became smooth again. Feeling the oncoming breeze, Bologg couldn't help but think about how Weier left here.
.
"Serei, you come to lead the way. You know the location of the royal city, right?"
"Of course, it's just that we can't take the main road, otherwise we will be discovered by the wind-eroded birds."
Sere said and pointed to the top of his head, "We tame these alchemy creatures. In addition to fighting, they also have surveillance functions."
Bologger nodded, agreeing with Sere's idea. In this land of eternal night, in addition to the known high-end combat forces such as the Regent, Severin, and Night King, there are many forces hidden beyond their sight.
For example, those old people who survived the Dawn War.
Their alchemy matrix is naturally unable to compare with today's power, but Boluogo cannot ignore the existence of the immortal armor and the strength of their numbers.
The goal of Boluogo and others is not to start a full-scale war, but to infiltrate, assassinate, and destroy the Gray Iron Curtain. Others are doing these huge things.
"So, it's time for Holt and Vonn to start taking action, right?"
After walking out of the Blood Tax Station, Boluogo looked at the edge of darkness, thoughtfully.
Passing through the ruins and wilderness, over the thunder and raging waves of the angry sea, boundless violent winds set off on the vast sea. They were wrapped together, absorbing the sea water and penetrating the sky.
Voen stood in the center of the wind, and while his etheric reaction became louder and louder, the other sublimation masters also cooperated with Voen's actions.
Hundreds of ether reactions gathered together, pulling up all the ether between heaven and earth, enveloping the sea water, swallowing up the dark clouds, and majestic.
"Huh... everyone, you are not the only one who can cause disaster."
Vonn unleashed his secret energy with all his strength, looking excited and sick. With the combined efforts of everyone in the Clerks family, a large storm was forming on the edge of the angry sea, and it was still moving slowly, like an iceberg, crashing into the eternal night.
