The crisis Bologger encountered this time was far beyond what he had encountered in the past. The frustrated people who had not yet escaped the pursuit encountered York, who was completely protected, and in addition to the two, the Night King was still step by step.
Press.
On the outskirts of this bloody butcher's pit, there are more bloodthirsty people, and the Night Clan is in action. Now Boluogo can be sure that his actions have completely attracted the attention of the Disobedient Royal Court. Fortunately, those high-ranking people are
The Jieye Clan could not find any spare strength to suppress them for the time being.
The horrifying sound of howling wind came from a hundred meters high in the sky, as if the thunder was about to split the world, and it was like a huge snake. Wherever it went, it reflected the sky and the earth into sad black and white.
While Boluogo and others were being chased by powerful enemies one after another, at the other end of the royal city, Vonn, Holt and others relied on the extraordinary disaster, Song of Windfall, to break through the barrier of the angry sea and forcefully land.
Up to the land of eternal night.
Multiple glorious reactions were released from the deadly ether turbulence, reality was distorted and crushed bit by bit, and the massive ether was stacked together, almost forming another terrifying ether vortex point.
Feeling the shocking etheric fluctuations there from a distance, Boluogo felt inexplicably lucky. Compared to the dangerous place he was in, the battlefield filled with glorious people was the real hell.
No, there's not much difference at all, it's just one hell and another.
Everyone stood back to back, each one like a loaded gun and a taut bowstring, ready to deal with the enemies who were gradually approaching.
Until this moment, Sere's expression finally became serious, his scarlet eyes looked around at the enemies around him, and a crazy idea grew in his mind.
Sere knew that this choice could save everyone now, but it would also put Sere in mortal danger.
He hesitated whether to do this, after all, his despicable existence was so incompatible with that noble dedication, not to mention that Sere's goal had been achieved now.
Thinking of this, Sere looked at Olivia, who had a stern look on her face. She was standing with the others, and the shadows were surging freely, condensing into a visible dark entity, like a dense projection cast by the forest, with teeth and claws.
Serei has found Olivia, and all he needs to do is take Olivia out of here. As for everything that happens in the Land of Eternal Night... it has nothing to do with Serei, and there is no need for Serei to worry about it.
Want to escape again?
I am afraid that even if Sere wants to do this, Olivia will not agree to him. Like her mother, she is a very courageous lady. When Boluogo and others broke in, she had already made up her mind to fight with him.
They stand together until death.
"Don't stop!"
Boluogo roared and took the lead in launching an offensive. The ether spread to the earth, and the secret energy expanded rapidly, causing his own field to completely engulf the surrounding territories.
Like an earthquake, the earth suddenly shook, as if the whole world was being overturned. Under the horrified eyes of everyone, countless ferocious rock thorns sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. They were twisted and strange, like a physical manifestation of the earth's painful groan.
At this time, looking down at the earth from a high altitude, rock thorns are rising up one after another, like huge petals rising from the earth. It blooms wantonly, wrapping Boluogo and others in the safe stamens, and then strangles them mercilessly.
Overthrow all surrounding buildings and powerful enemies.
In the lingering sound of the rumble, the edges of the petals were covered with jagged spikes, which were sharp and dangerous. They opened up the sea of blood and corpses, and the tips were covered with rotting corpses, making people shudder.
The nearby heartless people were shaken back by this horrific scene. The bloodthirsty people were crushed into bloody sludge in batches. The remaining night tribes ran wildly on the ruins, screaming in terror.
, trying to escape from this nightmare place.
The air is filled with the smell of death, making people feel nausea and discomfort. The familiar scenery no longer exists, replaced by desolation and terror.
Boluogo gasped for breath. Such a large-scale geological change was a big drain on his own ether, but the effect was also extremely obvious. Boluogo disrupted the battle situation in one fell swoop, making the heavily surrounded situation become more complicated.
Chaos arose again.
Palmer's question rang out, "Which one should we kill first?"
Although the situation became chaotic, none of the real threats could be resolved. Countless thorns and vines stretched out from between the huge petals. They pulled each other, dragging York's already alienated body. When he fully appeared in front of everyone,
Before his eyes, York had turned into a terrifying thorny mass like seaweed.
Bologg shook the saw-axe in his hand, and a high-pitched fury was released from it. In a daze, Bologg even heard the loud sound of the horn.
That was the signal for the duel to begin.
"Deal with the frustrated ones first."
A vague plan gradually became clear in Boluogo's mind. As soon as he finished speaking, he broke away from the formation and rushed towards the other end of the ruins, which was where the Heartless Ones were. Farther away,
The darkness and nothingness spread slowly and firmly, like a heavy mist, clinging tightly to the ground.
During the attack, Bologo did not hesitate to cut his shoulder with the ax blade, and the jagged blade sucked Bologg's blood.
Under the scarlet sacrifice, this forbidden weapon is coming to life bit by bit. Like an activated flesh and blood weapon, the jagged ax blade further cracks, and in the exposed gaps, there are scarlet tendons and ligaments that will be shattered.
The ax blades were held firmly together.
At the same time, bloodthirsty rage surged in Bolog's heart, and the wounds all over his body began to squirm inexplicably, with metal spikes protruding out of his flesh little by little.
With the full awakening of the original sin weapon, Bologo is gradually being assimilated by the Saw Axe, receiving the protection from the Eye of Eternal Wrath and the influence of the Sacrifice of Death.
When Olivia saw Boluogo leaving, she vaguely guessed what he was thinking. The figure immediately collapsed into an unpredictable shadow and shot towards the shadow under Boluogo.
Give Sere a chance to stop him.
Aimu said softly, "Bologo, she's following."
The ferocious shadow spread out under Boluogo's body, like dragging a dark and terrifying skirt.
"Don't worry about her."
Boluogo's voice was hoarse, and rage was slowly taking over his mind. Every word he spoke now was a great pressure for him.
The roaring sound of war drums became clearer and louder.
The drumbeats became denser, as if urging the duelists to fight. Boluogo was still holding back his killing intent, but the other duelist could no longer hold back.
"champion!"
There was a sharp roar from the twisted group of thorns, and then it started rolling among the ruins like a huge tumbleweed. With each rotation, thick thorn strips extended forward, like hooks.
When Bologg crashed into the group of heartless people, the sky full of thorns also surrounded Bologg and the heartless people.
Amid the roar, a whole sea of thorns swept in. Like violent warriors, they charged towards the earth. Their target was Boluogo, another bloody duellist. Only by killing Boluogo could York be able to
Take one step further on your way to becoming a champion.
Boluogo moved his figure deliberately. Between himself and York, the group of frustrated people became an obstacle.
"Keep your wits about you."
Boluogo's voice was very soft, as if he was whispering to York, or admonishing himself.
In an instant, the thorns were like spears pouring out from the depths of hell, endless and cruel, fast and violent. They fell from everywhere in the sky, like a group of cursed meteorites, hitting the ground with unstoppable momentum.
Each thorn stick is like a sharp knife, effortlessly piercing the bodies of the heartless people. With the endless blood sacrifice and the blessing of the devil's power, these bodies are like a layer in front of them.
Thin paper, through.
The heartless ones whined, waving their ethers and tearing apart the thorns in turn, but they seemed to be endless. When one was cut off, two grew out, and the fresh flesh and blood were pierced by the thorns like strings.
Fruits, broken hearts, lungs, and livers were all turned into sacrifices for slaughter.
Puncture, tear, destroy!
"champion!"
York screamed. Like the heartless ones, his sound mind had long been shattered by the endless killings. What drove him now was only the instinctive killing of the Sin of Rage.
He wants to win, he wants to defeat all duelists and become the only champion of the Eyes of Eternal Wrath.
Eternal champion.
York wielded the whip, and the thorns were like thousands of blades, scratching countless wounds. The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the earth was dyed red.
Some of the heartless people who were pierced by thorns were twisting in pain, some were wailing silently, and some were struggling helplessly. This land has become a slaughterhouse, and all the sounds are just...
Adding elements to this grand death elegy.
Even Boluogo couldn't help but be frightened when he saw York's power. The evil and crazy power filled York's body. Boluogo was no stranger to this strange aura, and even
He said that not long ago, he had just faced a similar force.
There is evil in this world.
Could it be said that with the continuous killing, defeating duelists one after another, the end result of blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting is to incarnate the evil in this world?
Boluogo suspected that he could not completely confirm this information. After experiencing so much, he had realized that the devils were similar but completely different.
However, Boluogo at least achieved his initial goal, leading York to the vicinity of the lost heart, causing a fight between them, which greatly relieved the pressure of the war.
Regrettably, even though York's offensive seemed fatal, it could not completely kill the disheartened ones, it could only traumatize them.
In the thorn bush, the heartless ones struggled one after another. The ether condensed and released in their bodies. Like tearing off the roots of a dead tree, they roughly tore open the blood-stained thorns and drilled into their own bodies.
The vines were pulled out one by one, even if the sharp barbs brought out the fragile and soft internal organs.
"Sorry, York."
Boluogo stood on a raised petal, looking at the abominable monster that kept approaching him. He sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, it was my dereliction of duty to make my team members look like this."
Closing his eyes, Boluogo meditated on something. The noisy sounds around him gradually faded away, leaving only absolute tranquility.
At this moment, York, who was constantly approaching, disappeared, and the frustrated people who charged towards York also disappeared. It seemed that only Boluogo himself was left in the world.
When Boluogo opened his eyes again, he had made up his mind. The petals under his feet were shaking violently, condensing into rising mounds and turning into a high tower, sending Boluogo high into the sky in one fell swoop.
During the high-speed climb, little sparks fell from Boluogo's clothes, and the power called light burned quickly revived in the crystal core hanging on Boluogo's chest.
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