Boluogo's mind was highly concentrated, and his power of control was fully activated. Almost in an instant, Boluogo grabbed all the ether in his own field. They surged and all flowed into Boluogo's body, injecting it into the body.
In the dry alchemical matrix.
Within a few seconds, Boluogo completely siphoned off the ether in this area. At this time, most of his own ether amount had been restored, and this rapid and rough ether replenishment also caused his alchemical matrix to flash out rapidly.
It stood up, covered with dense cracks, and blazing arcs of electricity flowed.
It's not enough... If you want to burn the Night King to death, this is far from enough.
Boluogo knew very well that the previous power of light was able to erupt with such great power, not only relying on the infinite ether of the etheric realm as fuel, but also requiring Raymond Gaiton's array system to guide the concentration of light.
Now that Raymond Gaiton has long been destroyed, even if it remains, Boluogo has no ability to drag such a huge array system into this land of eternal night. For this reason, Boluogo must bear the responsibility while burning the light.
Array work.
Bologo needs to use his own ether to forcibly control the lights, guide them to focus and burn, and turn them into a sin-condemning fire sword to pierce the darkness of annihilation.
"Do you want to continue? Boluogo!"
Aimu's voice sounded. When Boluogo was siphoning ether, she optimized the flow path of ether for Boluogo to avoid placing an excessive burden on the alchemy matrix. But as the amount of ether that Boluogo swallowed increased,
As he grew older, Amu's efforts gradually became futile.
"Go on," Burlogo whispered, "I need aether... more aether!"
Under the siphon of ether, all the ether in the entire field was swallowed up by Boluogo, so that a short-lived ether vacuum was formed, but this is the ether world, with infinitely full ether.
At the same time that the ether vacuum appeared, the ether in all directions collapsed one after another. Under the ebb and flow, a vague vortex actually formed around Boluogo, with countless snow dust flying, outlining the trajectory of the ether flow, until
Form a local storm.
Boluogo's own alchemical matrix is also constantly cracking under this heavy pressure, with fatal gaps crisscrossing through it. Some wounds can be healed, while others are completely cracked. Under the self-healing of the alchemical matrix, thick layers of wounds are formed.
scar.
Soul scars, large and small, were densely covered, but at the same time, Boluogo's own ether strength also faintly broke through the limits of the defenders and touched the edge of the glorious ones.
Shaky, yet extremely hot.
Sere noticed the increasing ether intensity behind him. He was not surprised by this. Instead, he felt that this was reasonable. After all, it was Boluogo, and he could always bring people full of surprises.
"Bologo has worked so hard, we have to hold on."
As Sere muttered to himself, he slashed vertically with his bone blade, splitting the black wall in front of him into two. Among the broken shadows and dark particles, pairs of terrifying scarlet eyes appeared.
Without the hindrance of the Regent, the distance between Sere and the Night King was so close that they were almost within reach.
The scarlet pupils quickly shrank together and turned into a huge vertical pupil, and then spears of darkness shot out. Sere quickly turned around to dodge. He avoided the main part of the torso, but part of it
The bone armor still collided with the darkness, and was easily penetrated and chipped away.
"It's really troublesome."
Sere complained in a low voice, if the whole world is compressed into a two-dimensional paper, and everyone is a little person scribbling on the paper, then the Night King will have the power of the eraser, ignoring the gap and forcibly erasing the existence of matter.
.
The proliferation of bone armor and the filling of ether can indeed resist darkness to a certain extent, but it is only resistance. This ghost seems to be somewhere between reality and reality. Even if Sere survives rounds of attacks, when he
As it approached, the bone blade hit nothing but a mass of nothingness.
"What on earth do I do?"
In addition to being furious, Sere was also thinking continuously while fighting one after another. Just as he was gradually doubting himself, Olivia's voice sounded.
"Don't think about unnecessary things," Olivia said forcefully, "Do what you should do, hold him back, and leave the rest to professionals."
"professional?"
Sere dodged another spear of darkness and couldn't help but chuckled, "Do you trust him so much?"
Olivia's mind was very clear, "What else can I do besides trusting him? Do you naively believe in so-called miracles?"
"Well...Olivia, you are much stronger than I thought."
"I don't want to be so strong, but reality will always force you to grow up."
Hearing this, Sere's expression was a little dim, but the bone blade in his hand split open the ground under the Night King's feet without slowing down. Large swaths of bricks and stones rose up, and the dust rolled forward, completely covering the Night King.
.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't witness your growth..."
"What do you want to say? Sere."
Olivia transformed into a shadow, wielding shadow claws, and blocked several dark attacks for Sere. The two shadows collided together, ending with the Night King's power suppressing Olivia.
"You want to say that you should have taken care of me and taken me to that damn undead club so that I wouldn't be deceived by the regent and wouldn't cause the following troubles?"
Olivia's words were full of disdain, as if these night tribes had this attitude when talking.
"I guess so……"
Sere has really thought about this possibility, maybe everything will be completely different.
"I don't want it if there's no possibility!"
Olivia strongly objected, "I admit that I did stupid things and caused trouble, but I also admit that without these damn experiences, I wouldn't be who I am now."
"Think about it, Sere, under your protection, what will my life be like, an innocent waiter cleaning glasses in a club?"
Olivia jumped out of the shadows, wielding a scarlet dagger. She tried to stab the Night King, but she only hit a piece of void darkness, and then her figure broke and escaped into the shadows again.
"Damn it, do you think it would be nice for me to look like that?"
Sere was about to retort, but Olivia's words blocked his voice.
"If I really turned out to be like that, would you still be in that club now, unwilling to face your nightmare?"
Olivia cursed, "Yes, absolutely yes, Sere, you bastard will definitely continue to stay there until the end of the world, and you won't have the courage to stand up. By then, I might be like you.
, and turned into a coward, huddled in that narrow shadow."
Sere was left speechless by Olivia, and the anger in his heart had nowhere to vent. He could only condense it on the bone blade and split the darkness in front of him.
Although the two have been bickering, they have not slacked off in the work at hand. With Sere as the main force and Olivia as the assist, the two of them actually briefly restrained the Night King. The void of darkness burst out one after another, without waiting for a hit.
Sere, Sere was swallowed up by Olivia's shadow. The two turned into shadows and sneaked out, then broke out of the darkness.
There was no pause in the sound of arguments and the sound of swords.
"That's right, Sere," Olivia shouted, "don't glorify any path you haven't chosen."
Serei fell silent. He had really imagined that scene carefully. Serei had the courage to take responsibility for Olivia's life. They might travel around the world and live in the shadows that others could not see. He might also be with Olivia.
Together with Via, we came to the Immortal Club and started those absurd days.
Olivia will never meet the regent again, but will always live under her protection. Many things that happened as a result will no longer exist. What awaits Sere and Olivia in the future is only an almost eternal life.
, numb comfort.
"right……"
Sere responded hoarsely, "You're right, Olivia, you really shouldn't beautify the paths you haven't chosen!"
He raised his arms and shouted, and the broken bone blade proliferated again, like a sword that would never break, cutting through the darkness one after another.
Without experiencing these things, Olivia would not be so strong, and Sere would not regain his courage and fulfill his unfinished vows.
"So there is nothing to apologize for," Olivia seemed to be instructing Sere, "If you really feel guilty, then do better now and in the future!"
A similar feeling of déjà vu came to Serei's mind, as if someone had said similar words in his memory. After a brief recollection, Serei remembered who it was.
It was Aimu. That conversation took place after Aimu caused the timeline chaos. Aimu talked with himself, telling Boluogo's tolerance and requirements for her.
What has happened cannot be changed. Instead of wasting time on confession that satisfies your inner comfort, it is better to use your time and energy on the present things and the future things.
"You failed to fulfill your oath, then complete it. I caused the rise of the disobedient royal court, so find a way to destroy it!"
Olivia flickered out of the shadows again. She had been trying to assassinate the Night King, but she could never find an entity to kill.
"If you make a mistake, make up for it, and pay with blood!"
Sere strode forward, following closely behind Olivia. Suddenly, the dark silhouette of the Night King's body expanded rapidly, connected with the surrounding darkness, and turned into a black sky-covering sky.
tide.
At the same time, unforgettable pain erupted from Olivia's heart. The Night King once again demonstrated the suppressive power of his bloodline. All disobedients will be severely punished.
Olivia's thrusting movement immediately slowed down, and she felt that her blood was freezing inch by inch, and her joints were locked together. This power surpassed the critical protection of the moment soul, and from the level of the soul's blood contract
, directly controlled Olivia.
Sere was also affected, but with the protection of double protection, and the nobility of his own bloodline, he still had a certain ability to move, but the black tide was coming, and absolute darkness shrouded all directions, boiling and surging.
There was no room for evasion, and no time to react. The waves crashed past Olivia's side, and her entire ankle was cut off, the section was neat, and blood spurted out.
Olivia lost her balance and fell straight towards the darkness, but Sere grabbed her and protected her under him, and then another wave swept through the black tide, Sere
Lei's entire left arm became a blur of flesh and blood, the outer layer of immortal armor and bone disappeared, the integrity of the immortal armor was also broken, and the intensity of the high-pitched ether decreased a bit.
The scarlet eyes were like a bloody mirror, reflecting the two of them.
The fury of the Eternal War not only affects Sere and others, it also affects the Night King and the Regent indiscriminately, not to mention that the sin of pride has shown its true form at this moment, with thousands of hands and feet squirming.
, as if performing an evil ritual.
Sere coughed up blood in pain, and aether surged out from the wound. Using his own blood as the medium, red crystals rose up from the ground, blocking the waves of waves.
The crisp cracking sounds continued, and the red crystals failed to hold up for too long and fell apart one by one.
In the few moments he had gained, Sere picked up Olivia with one hand and retreated quickly. Both of them were undead. Although their injuries were terrible, they could always recover as long as they had a certain amount of time.
But the Night King was not going to give the traitors another chance.
The Darkness of Annihilation was in full operation, and the wave of darkness seemed to connect the world and the sky, turning into a rapidly advancing black wall, and the shadows completely covered Sere and Olivia.
Sere glanced at the pale Olivia. The purity of her bloodline could not stop the power of the Night King's bloodline. At this time, she had lost most of her mobility.
Just when Sere was about to throw Olivia as far as possible to a safe area, there was a harsh sound of breaking through the sky, and then an object like a stone pillar slammed in front of the two of them, and it collided with the black wall.
together, split it into two.
Bits of spray passed by Sere, leaving small blood holes on his body.
The power of the Glorious One struck from above. Bode bent his knees and landed firmly on the ground. He held a spear in one hand and bent his other hand like a cat, sandwiching Palmer and Xinda. The falcon fluttered its wings and landed, stepping on
On top of Bode's head.
Falcon said, "Hey, Serei, he's still alive. What a pity..."
Serei looked at it blankly, "Weier?"
"Wow! Are you crazy? Why did you bring us here?"
Palmer struggled in Bode's arms. This is the core of the battlefield. Most of the players are defenders. For someone with power like him to appear here, it is simply to die. Xinda on the side reacted.
Much calmer than Palmer, maybe she was completely numb.
"What do you want me to do, stab him to death with this toothpick?"
Palmer took out his rapier and cried to Bode.
"I didn't tell you to fight him desperately," Bode put Palmer down and then pushed him towards Sere, "You have other uses, Palmer."
Palmer was stunned on the spot, not understanding what he meant, but Sere reacted and held Palmer down.
"Be cooperative, Palmer, I won't tell Vonn about this."
"Wait a minute, what are you doing!"
Palmer tried to resist, but in front of the Glorious One, he was as obedient as a chicken. Sere rolled up Palmer's sleeves and gave his scarred arm a bite.
Along with the clear sound of sucking blood, Palmer's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, after receiving the blood, Sere's body covered with wounds healed at a high speed.
"Huh, it's been a long time since I drank human blood. This is really not a good time to taste delicious food."
Sere let go of Palmer, and he was full of energy. Just like Bolog's gift, the Axis of Time, his state was completely reset.
Palmer covered his arms, fell to the ground, and shouted some vague curse words.
Cinda and Olivia looked at each other, and unlike Palmer who was full of resistance, Cinda reached out her hand cooperatively.
"Thanks."
Olivia bit into it.
During the short period of recovery, Bode took on the task of fighting the black tide. Although he did not have the protection of Fury, he relied on his immortal armor and his own rock-like strength to kill the waves with a light spear.
But compared with these, what really protected a few people from being swallowed up by the black tide was actually the thing that separated the darkness ahead.
That's a statue.
Sere's eyes were confused for a moment, and then he shouted soberly, "Scott!"
He then accused, "Fuck! You took Scott out! Are you human?"
"Scott is also a member of the club, and he also has to contribute," Bode explained. "Besides, theoretically, I am an immortal, not a human."
Sere looked at Scott with a worried face, and then he was surprised to find that Scott was completely unaffected by the darkness.
Since the battle with the Night King, no matter whether it is the Source of Sin Arms, Light, or Ether, they have only temporarily offset the darkness. Only it miraculously completely separates the darkness, as if it is an eternal thing, even if it is annihilated.
Yami is also helpless about it.
Sere belatedly asked, "Where does Scott's immortality come from?"
"It's probably indestructible and eternal."
Bode couldn't explain clearly, but he still comforted him, "Maybe Scott is very happy now? He is finally somewhat useful."
Amid the waves, Scott's statue stood silently, and its face maintained a calm expression. However, whether it was due to the light problem or the distortion of space caused by the ether, he seemed to be frowning or grimacing.
In the distant House of the Rising Sun, Belphegor looked at Scott on the screen and leaned back with a smile. In the mirror world, the duel between Holt and the Regent continued.
The swords, lights, and shadows overlapped each other, and fierce sparks continued. Both of them were skilled duelists, and each strike carried frightening power and murderous intent.
After a sharp sound, the two bloody figures separated. They kept a safe distance and looked at each other from a distance, panting, and the hot white air filled the air, as if red-hot iron had been immersed in cold water.
"I'm curious about one thing, Prince Regent," Holt held the secret sword and locked his eyes on the other person. "You said that your oath was to protect the Night King, but why can't I see anything against him in you?
Where is your respect?"
Holt remembered what the Prince Regent had said a few minutes before, that he wished he could take him away from his vows, which sounded extremely contradictory.
"Sometimes not all vows must follow our original intentions."
The regent straightened his collar, even though his clothes had been cut into tatters.
Holt asked, "Oh? What happened?"
"What else can happen, it's just a cliché thing," the Prince Regent moved his shoulders, "When you gain power, you must pay a price."
At this point, everything is very clear. When the Regent met with the Night King and gained bloodline promotion, he was forced to swear to the Night King to protect this cowardly coward.
"I don't like my monarch. If possible, I prefer him to exist as a mascot."
The regent laughed to himself, "Of course, it would be better if you could kill him."
"You are really an ambitious guy." Holt set up the secret sword and was eager to try it.
"Ambition? Maybe."
The Prince Regent raised the Shadow Blade with one hand and looked at this lonely mirror world.
"I do have full ambitions for certain things."
As soon as the words fell, the two clashed again, the swords clashing with each other, deafening!
