The criss-crossing sword light cut into pieces the swarming flesh and blood, and the broken blood foam flew everywhere. Albert paid attention to avoid them, but he was still splashed with a little blood, which made him frown uncontrollably.
.
In fact, Albert was not a mysophobic guy. It was just that in the era in which he lived, Albert was educated to be a truly strong man since he was a child.
Everyone must remain calm and decent. Even if they are about to be beheaded by a guillotine in the next second, they must not show a trace of panic.
In theory, this kind of education did not have any big problems in that era. Even now, it is understandable. However, Albert studied so well that he deeply ingrained this series of rules into himself.
In my heart, I still persist even at this time.
"To put it bluntly, for so many years, I have been relying on one person to survive, but I am not like a sleeper like that, sleeping directly in the dark and doing nothing."
Even in the face of countless twisted and abominable things coming at him, Albert still slashed unhurriedly and still had time to communicate with Nathaniel.
"I am like a bystander, watching the changes in the Bureau of Order. This feeling is amazing. I have witnessed many new people joining the job, witnessed many old employees retiring, and also witnessed major events that changed the world...the wheels of history are rolling.
forward."
Nathaniel did not respond to Albert's words. The alchemy matrix was full of soul scars, and he was not as calm as Albert.
The fatal heat energy swept in all directions, burning the flesh and blood that was trying to squirm and close the blood holes into solid coke.
Hot blood flowed from Nathaniel's feet, and he saw that the entire stomach-like wall began to squirm violently, with deformed bulges emerging one after another, and then flesh-and-blood creatures emerged from it, roaring.
Rush towards them.
"I have been paying attention to you for a long time, Nathaniel," Albert continued. "From my perspective, you and I should be considered acquaintances. I have been paying attention to you since the day you joined the company.
, I have witnessed with my own eyes that you became the deputy director and even reached this stage."
Nathaniel adjusted his breathing and yelled in response, "Should I say you are a peeping tom?"
Hearing this answer, Albert burst out laughing, and then, the saber in his hand flashed a fatal arc again, knocking down the flesh and blood creations one after another.
It's just that this time Albert's movements seemed a little sluggish. The longer he stayed away from the One, the faster he aged. Not to mention, Albert gradually noticed that these flesh and blood creations were gradually getting stronger.
"Peeping Tom?"
Albert murmured to himself, "Actually, I think I should be considered a kind of watcher, right?"
The saber was once again embedded in the body of the flesh-and-blood creature, and Albert frowned. The flesh and blood that could be torn apart in one fell swoop before seemed to be cut into a rock this time, unable to move.
Albert decisively held the saber with both hands, and the ether vibrated, and with absolute power, he forcibly killed the flesh and blood creation in front of him.
The corpse was broken and fell. Before it completely hit the ground, it was rolled up by the tentacles extending from the stomach wall for digestion and recycling. Albert noticed a hint of golden color in the scarlet blood flowing.
A rolling heat wave passed behind Albert. Nathaniel risked the meltdown of the alchemical matrix and forcibly increased the output of his power, burning several approaching flesh and blood creations to ashes in one fell swoop.
The ether surged again, and the secret energy was ready to go. Nathaniel shouted, "I don't think now is a good time to be nostalgic."
"I think so too."
This time Albert agreed with Nathaniel's idea, and then he said, "These monsters are getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the Glorious Ones is finding it difficult to kill them."
Nathaniel also noticed this situation and asked, "What do you think is going on?"
While he was asking questions, roaring explosions came from above their heads. The Ten Thousand Ones were still struggling, even though at this moment it had almost lost its original appearance, and its body was filled with huge tumors, almost
To be integrated with the Pillar of Royal Power.
But above the crowd, those figures stood still, neither panicked nor afraid, as if they were waiting for something.
"The land of jelly!"
Albert struggled to cut away another deformed figure and shouted, "Those endless golden souls are strengthening all the flesh and blood here. Not only Servis, but also the Pillar of King Power has received a huge
increase!"
Warm blood splashed on Albert's body, causing a sticky nausea. But no matter how mysophobic Albert was, it was unbearable. Under such circumstances, he had no time to deal with his own hygiene problems.
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The saber slashes repeatedly, and its own ether overflows outwards indiscriminately, suppressing the blood attached to its body. If you are not careful, the blood will become highly activated and turn into clusters of scarlet granulation, turning you
body swallowed.
"We cannot treat Servais and the Pillar of Kingship as two different things," Albert shouted following his intuition, "They are one body, both prosper and lose!"
"Hell, you shouldn't tell me this!" Nathaniel's eyes turned red, and his burning iron fist dented the flesh and blood creation in front of him. "You should tell Bologo this!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm still old, my reactions are so slow."
Albert's figure suddenly accelerated and rushed to Nethaniel's side. His saber slashed horizontally, curling up a huge half arc and splitting all the flesh and blood creations within the range.
The sword with all his strength successfully cut out a piece of pure land in the dense encirclement. The flesh and blood creations fell down one after another and were recovered by the Pillar of Royal Power. More flesh and blood creations were squirming behind the stomach wall. It would take some time to get out of the corner.
Countless granules were dancing wildly inside, and it felt like being swallowed into the stomach by a monster...
In terms of feeling, it doesn't seem to be much different.
Albert raised his hand and put it on Nathaniel's shoulder. They successfully repelled a round of attacks from the Pillar of Throne and gained some breathing space.
Outside the blood hole, many bloodshot threads and tentacles surged in, but fortunately, the cover of tens of thousands of people came in time. High-concentration ether exploded in mid-air, huge flesh and blood exploded into balls of fire, and scarlet blood rained down.
Non-stop.
A large amount of blood poured in and gathered into a scarlet stream. Albert's eyes stared at this blood flow and watched it flow deeper into the blood hole.
This blood hole was completely forcibly dug out by the power of one person. Looking at it, it looked like a huge mass of flesh and blood and misplaced buildings piled together chaotically, turning into a twisted and hateful combination.
Accompanied by the undulating, earthquake-like heartbeat in the depths of the Pillar of Kings, this deep blood hole is still shrinking regularly. At its end, the figures of Bologna and Palmer have disappeared.
One could only vaguely feel their etheric reactions and the undercurrent of blood rushing beneath their flesh and blood.
"I have imagined the cruelty of the final battle," Nathaniel whispered, "but imagination can never catch up with reality."
"I can understand your thoughts. Just like the day when the wrath of the Scorched Earth broke out, I thought it was just a very ordinary local war."
Albert smiled and recalled the past, "That day, I went to the beach to swim in the afternoon... Who would have thought that this war would last so long and have such a wide impact."
Nesanil wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the legendary first-generation director in front of him. It can be said that Nesanil listened to the story of this first-generation director and worked all the way from a junior employee to the deputy director.
Although he has been fighting alongside Albert for some time, Nathaniel still feels unreal.
Not only that, everything at the moment is full of unreal feelings.
In the brief silence, Albert suddenly said, "If you think about it carefully, it's really heavy."
"What's wrong?"
Nethaniel was extremely tired, not only from physical exertion, but also mentally. During this gap, his mind would hardly think about anything actively, but would focus on recovering his physical strength, just like a machine, waiting for the next step.
The beginning of a round of fighting.
"Every minute and every second now, thousands of people are dying in the Kingdom of Gel... Don't you feel very heavy and depressed? If only we could solve the Kingdom of Gel earlier.
, can save many people invisibly.”
Albert let out a long sigh, "In the end we were just chatting here, wasting time."
"Actually, it's not a waste of time."
Albert added, "Even if we rush forward, we will just die in vain. This feeling of powerlessness makes people feel worse."
Nathaniel blinked, and now his attention could only be focused on these things at the moment. The thousands of people that Albert was talking about were just a cold number to him at this moment.
"I thought you would be a man of few words and extremely cold," Nathaniel tried to cheer up. "I didn't expect you to think so much. You are much more flesh and blood than I expected."
"Hahaha, don't imagine this kind of thing," Albert smiled, "Maybe in the eyes of other staff, you, the deputy director, are also guessed to be such a person?"
Nathaniel reacted for a while, showing an ugly smile.
Suddenly, the surrounding flesh and blood began to squirm violently again, interrupting the conversation between the two. Nathaniel understood that the rest time was over, and flesh and blood creations emerged from the stomach wall one after another, with scarlet and transparent body surfaces.
Below, you can vaguely see the golden veins flowing in their bodies.
That is the golden soul, the golden blood.
After being strengthened by the kingdom of coagulation, each of these flesh-and-blood creations became more difficult to deal with. If the two of them had not been Glorious Ones, they would have fallen to this continuous attack.
The battle situation once again became fierce and difficult, and Nethanil output his ether as smoothly as possible to avoid triggering the impact of the soul scar on the alchemical matrix.
In this case, just controlling his own ether, Nathaniel almost occupied all his attention, and he could only rely on his subconscious instinct to fight.
Traces of blood bloomed on Nethanil's body, and his body became bloody. Many slender granules grew on the edges of the wounds, but before they fully erupted, they were burned into pieces by the hot flames.
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Nathaniel endured the pain and fell into a slight trance. He was able to fight until now only because of his obsession.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Albert. He also became scarred. Under the many wounds, Albert became older and older. His hair was almost all gray, and his originally handsome face was also covered with wrinkles.
Time flies on Albert's body, but his spirit is still young.
The flashing saber chopped the flesh and blood creation next to Nethaniel into pieces. Albert helped up the crumbling Nethaniel. He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face knitted together.
"It's endless..."
Nathaniel's voice was intermittent, and he noticed that the flesh and blood around him was squirming again. This time it was not that flesh and blood creations were about to swarm over, but that the flesh-formation of the Pillar of King Power had entered the next stage.
In the area where the two of them were, there was no longer any brick, stone or steel to speak of, only scarlet flesh and blood remained forever.
Therefore, the Pillar of Royal Power fully controlled this area, and large chunks of flesh proliferated from the gap, and the stomach wall also expanded rapidly, moving towards the two of them.
Nathaniel subconsciously wanted to escape from this terrible place, but as soon as he raised his feet, he stopped abruptly. He thought of Boluogo and Palmer who were still deep in the blood cave. If he left,
The two of them will undoubtedly become the prey of the Pillar of Throne.
However, staying here is also a dead end. Scarlet flesh has surrounded them, and the oppressive atmosphere is suffocating, as if even the last hope of survival has been taken away.
"It seems that the time has come to sacrifice one's life."
Nathaniel broke away from Albert's support and stood up straight on his own. The remaining ether in his body slowly rose, illuminating his damaged alchemy matrix once again.
As the light became more and more dazzling, the alchemy matrix suddenly flashed a few times. Nethanil's rising aura weakened directly, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing out blood.
Nathaniel was in a daze for a moment, and after realizing his current powerlessness, he cursed angrily and hammered the ground.
The emotional loss of control only lasted for a few seconds. Nathaniel raised his head and said slightly sadly, "It seems that this is my limit."
Nathaniel originally wanted to release his secret power with all his strength for the last time, using the absolute burning and heat to turn himself into a blazing sun, completely burning this piece of flesh and blood, opening a way for Boluogo and Palmer to return.
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But under these successive battles, the excessive ether soul scars further proliferated like wounds that were repeatedly broken and healed, gradually limiting Nathaniel's power.
Nethaniel wanted to ignore the restrictions of the soul scar, risk the meltdown of his own alchemical matrix, and sacrifice himself to detonate it all, but in the end, his own ether reserves were simply not enough to support this suicide attack.
A great sense of powerlessness swept through Nathaniel's body and mind. He rarely fell into such a predicament. Even during the Secret War, he had never been in such a mess.
Albert stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled Nathaniel up, "You can't die, Nathaniel, you haven't witnessed the last moment yet?"
"The last moment?" Nathaniel looked at the shrinking flesh and blood and asked doubtfully, "What else can there be?"
"Nature is a new world and a new order."
Albert was surprisingly optimistic, and even at this moment, he could still laugh.
Before he finished speaking, Albert slashed a torrent of ether toward the shrinking gap, and the pure ether erupted in the form of pure energy, like an infinitely extending sword of brilliance.
Nathaniel looked at Albert in surprise. He never expected that after fighting to such an extent, Albert could still have such a sufficient amount of ether. Then, a powerful attraction appeared.
Albert's body burst out, mercilessly calling on the surrounding ether.
Etheric Siphon.
Massive amounts of ether poured into Albert's body again, opening tiny cracks in the alchemical matrix. The cracks gathered together and turned into scars that traversed the path.
"Why, didn't I mention it?" Albert slashed out a torrent of ether again, like a hot knife, picking out carrion, "I am a glorious person of the Origin School, and it couldn't be easier for me to control ether.
"
Albert then grabbed an etheric sword out of thin air and pierced a flesh-and-blood creature that was trying to get closer.
Ripples of ether erupted and spread in all directions, forcibly suppressing the flesh and blood that were trying to heal. In the surging radiant light, Albert stopped smiling and his expression became serious.
"Nathaniel, you have to live. Just like a movie needs an audience, our epic also needs a witness."
Albert picked up Nathaniel's collar and dragged the tall guy out of the gap. In Nathaniel's memory, this should be the first time that he was dragged away like this.
"You can let other people witness it."
Nathaniel vaguely knew what Albert wanted to do. He wanted to break away from Albert's hand, but he couldn't muster the strength.
The only ether he had left was barely maintaining his etherification to ensure that he would not die immediately. Many wriggling granules grew out of the wounds, and Nathaniel felt like a rotten corpse covered with maggots.
"Others? Others don't have talents like you," Albert shouted. "Not only do I need you to survive and witness all this, I also need you to lead the Bureau of Order to rebuild a new order after this.
"
Nathaniel felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them, "Reconstruction? What are you talking about?"
"That's what it means literally," Albert condensed a bolt of ether lightning, knocked down another flesh and blood creature, "rebuilding a new order!"
Nathaniel said in a low tone, "Everything is going to be destroyed. Is there any new order left?"
"Destroyed? Who said we are destined to lose? On the contrary, I think we are destined to win... We are destined to win!"
Albert's voice was hearty, and even though his body was covered with wounds and blood, he still showed that confident and calm smile, dragging Nathaniel to cut down the flesh and blood creations one after another, forcibly obstructing the closed stomach wall.
Under repeated chops, gaps gradually appeared on the saber one after another. The blade was pitted and the blade was also full of cracks. After another hard chop, the saber was completely shattered, and countless metal fragments flew away.
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Albert held the empty handle of the knife, a trace of nostalgia and pity flashed in his eyes, as if it was not only the saber that was shattered, but also the long memories he spent with this weapon.
Letting go of his hand, Albert simply threw away the broken hilt, grabbed an etheric sword, and laughed as he chopped down one obstructive figure after another.
Outside the bloody hole, most of the people were swallowed up by the Pillar of Kingship. Except for the figures at the head of the whale, its huge body was completely covered in scarlet, and its tentacles were slowly locked, as if there were countless huge ones.
The roundworms are infested on its body.
The impact of the ether continued feebly, and the pouring rain of blood continued.
In addition to the counterattack of the Pillar of King Power, the Silent Ones also pursued this place. They did not share the power of the Kingdom of Slurry, but as the overall number decreased, the individual strength of the Silent Ones also rose to the level of the Power Bearers.
stage one.
Albert let go of Nathaniel, and he fell heavily to the ground. After whimpering a few times, Nathaniel turned over with difficulty, mobilizing the remaining ether, and released the rising heat wave, removing those from the wound.
A lot of the granulations that came out of it were burned, but soon, another batch grew like crazy.
Sharp pain tortured Nethaniel, and after being strengthened by the kingdom of coagulation, these flesh and blood became extremely difficult to deal with.
Raising his head hard and looking at the figure that had become a little rickety, Nathaniel realized that in this short period of time, Albert had become much older, but the smile on his face was still the same.
After taking action, he held two etheric swords, and the dazzling light flashed, as if there were two thunderbolts in his hands.
Nethaniel endured the severe pain, pulled off a piece of flesh bud on his body, and asked, "Why are you so confident?"
"Because...because, I am very confident, Nathaniel, we will definitely win." Albert said blindly, "Absolutely."
Albert believed in all this so firmly that this almost blind trust lasted for decades, almost turning into a mantra that was sung repeatedly, a prophecy that was destined to come true.
The words were not spoken yet.
As if the fantasy came true, the flesh and blood creations around them suddenly trembled in pain, and the stomach walls that were closing in were also squirming violently, and the viscous liquid was secreted non-stop, just like a person
He kept retching his stomach juices until the entire pillar of royal power shook a little.
A huge scream resounded from the depths of flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood that Albert stepped on spasmed helplessly. After a brief period of pain, the vague and evil will silently roared its anger. The flesh and blood creations that originally surrounded the two people suddenly changed their targets and moved toward the flesh and blood.
Rushing into the depths of the cave, even the peristalsis and contraction of the entire flesh and blood cave intensified a bit.
After witnessing this scene, Albert was stunned for a moment. His hair had turned completely gray, and his clear eyes were a little cloudy, but the optimistic and confident smile still hung on his face.
Albert lowered his head and said to Nathaniel, "Look, they seem to have succeeded."
After speaking, Albert threw the etheric sword in his hand and pierced a speechless man blocking the blood hole. Then, he lifted Nathaniel up again with one hand.
"You need to survive, Nathaniel!"
Albert said in a loud voice, "Although today is the first time that you and I have met in a real sense, in my eyes, I have been watching you silently for a long time, just like a familiar stranger."
"You have the ability to rebuild a new order. This is something Bologo never had, so I need you to rebuild the scorched earth after the war and put the broken order back together."
Boluogo is a sharp sword that can cut off all enemies, but it is obvious that this sword is only suitable for expanding territories, rather than rebuilding a new order.
Albert threw Nethaniel high out of the blood hole with one hand. After a short flight, Nethaniel fell freely downwards.
In mid-air, Nathaniel summoned his energy and looked at Albert in the blood hole, only to see him waving to him and saying loudly.
"As for me, you don't have to worry."
A jet-black hook shot out from the sky, and the cable was mixed with scarlet flesh. It wrapped around Nathaniel's ankle in one fell swoop. He felt like a big fish being caught, moving rapidly upward.
Recycled the past.
In the chaotic vision, Nathaniel saw Albert turning around and walking towards the depths of the blood hole, and a confident voice came clearly into his ears.
"We will be reunited as one among all."
In the chaotic tumbling, Nathaniel fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head in pain, only to see the figures of past Directors of the Bureau of Order standing around him. The golden sculptures reflected the glimmer of light, and the brilliant light was rippling.
Before Nethaniel could say anything, several more cables entangled with flesh and blood wound up and pierced into Nethaniel's body in one fell swoop.
The strange thing is that Nathaniel did not feel pain. On the contrary, streams of filled ether gently injected into his body, healing his injuries while also removing the clusters of fleshy buds one by one.
Nethaniel is connected to the One on a physical level, just like Albert was connected to him. The constant stagnant force acts on Nethaniel, helping him to forcibly maintain his injuries to avoid
It continues to get worse.
Under the power of tranquility and peace, Nathaniel's spirit fell into a slight trance and confusion, as if his consciousness was connected with one among all, and fell into a deep darkness. At the end of this darkness,
Countless shining figures stand tall.
Nethaniel remembered those faces and figures. They were all employees of the Bureau of Order who died in the Secret War. As he continued to distinguish them, Nethaniel also saw more familiar figures, figures that made him nostalgic.
He saw his mentor during his internship, the team members who had fought with him, and those old friends who were about to be forgotten by him...
In this darkness, Nathaniel saw too many transient passers-by in his life. They seemed to be smiling at him, their lips moved slightly, and they seemed to be saying something.
The darkness was shattered, and the noisy scarlet battlefield once again came into Nethaniel's eyes. He gasped in pain, as if he had just struggled back from the line of death.
"Oh, you're alive."
Maria's voice sounded... To be precise, one of them spoke to Nathaniel.
Nathaniel covered his chest and said feebly, "Then...are those the personalities and consciousness you copied?"
Maria replied, "It's more than that."
The voice paused. This time, Ten Thousand Ones no longer concealed anything, but confessed, "And their souls, at the moment they died, were all stored in my body, maintaining them for eternity to this day.
.”
"Storing their souls? It is indeed a creation of the devil."
As he spoke, Nathaniel felt a sharp pain in his mind. This might be a side effect of being connected to the One.
"What are you going to do with their souls?"
Nathaniel continued to question, the Bureau of Order has always been committed to fighting the devil and liberating those bound golden souls.
But now, the body of One of Ten Thousands actually stores the souls of so many condensers, and they belong to the staff of the Bureau of Order. This makes Nathaniel feel a deeper sense of betrayal in his heart, far more than knowing that the decision-making room is actually
The incarnation of the devil's power is much heavier.
"We want to create a consciousness cluster of condensers, an opportunity for countless obsessions to come together..."
Maria reached out her hand and pushed forward slightly.
"A triggering spark."
Nathaniel felt a little dazed, and his words turned into countless fragments, flying through his mind, and then reassembled together.
Vaguely, Nathaniel seemed to understand the meaning of Ten Thousand Ones, but his consciousness was as hazy as if he was on the edge of sleep.
He stood up with difficulty and staggered to the edge of the platform. Nathaniel looked at the bloody hole he had just escaped from, where Albert's figure had disappeared.
…
A steady stream of blood overflowed from Boluogo's eyes, and the smelly blood rushed towards him. After a few breaths, it seemed as if a huge blood clot was about to form in Boluogo's nasal cavity.
Boluogo blew his nose hard and breathed much easier. Then, with the sword and ax wrapped in the blazing fire, he slashed forward again.
"I feel like we're like two worms crawling in our gut."
Amidst the explosive sound of burning, a discordant voice sounded from behind Boluogo, and then he said, "In other words, two unlucky miners... yes, the miners who were eaten by monsters tried their best to survive it.
Digging a way out of his belly."
"Damn it, if this thing wasn't so scary, it would actually be very suitable for use as a prop on the set. I can't imagine how great a gory movie shot in this kind of scene would be. It should be popular among movie fans.
Let us regard it as a holy scripture."
The sound was endless, as if he was not here to kill enemies, but a tourist.
It seems that Palmer is indeed a tourist, and Bologo is doing all the killing right now.
After entering the blood cave, Albert and Nathaniel intercepted the pursuers for the two of them. Boluogo thought it would be easier next, but as he went deeper into the blood cave, the cave became narrower.
The chaotic building was wrapped in twisted flesh, and the Pillar of King Power seemed to have noticed the two men's invasion, and more flesh and blood squeezed down, trying to stop the two men from advancing.
Scarlet tentacles were mixed with wildly growing hyphae and granulations, and many jagged bone spurs were like thorns, piercing out from the stomach wall covered with corrosive mucus.
The flesh and blood creations walked through the thick flesh and blood, like hunters hiding in the dense forest, ready to break out of the wall at any time and attack Boluogo and Palmer, and the two of them seemed to have fallen into a place of flesh and blood.
Jungle explorers can only fight back in vain and try to advance.
Bologg was a little lucky that it was him and Palmer who had to deal with the core heart. With the blazing fire and immortal body, Bologg's progress here was quite smooth. If it were Albert and Nathani,
Well, the two of them would probably have died on the way forward.
The flesh and blood of the Pillar of King Power is the same as Bologo's secret power, possessing extremely terrifying aggressiveness. Once a tiny wound is scratched by it and the forbidden blood is implanted into the body, it will become like Nesani.
Just like you, there is a steady stream of granulations growing out of the body, occupying the flesh and blood, squeezing the internal organs, and sucking blood.
In addition, the proliferation and parasitism of these blood seeds on the body will also greatly affect the etherization of the body, thereby violently consuming the target's ether.
Whether it was luck or unlucky, Boluogo was able to cope with this complicated situation just right.
"It's really endless."
Bologg cursed, and the burning sword split the stomach wall in front of him. He walked quickly into it, but before he took a few steps forward, the cracked flesh and blood healed quickly. Bologg could only mobilize the ether and energy again.
The sword blade once again made scorching sword marks on the wound that had not yet completely healed.
"It's terrible."
Palmer followed closely behind Burlogo, fearing that he would be separated from Burlogo without taking care of him at a glance.
Facing the Pillar of Kingship alone in the outside world, Palmer could at least be able to speed around in the vast world. Losing contact with Boluogo in this damn closed area, Palmer felt that his survival rate was infinitely close to zero.
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"I should have stayed outside with them," Palmer became more and more arrogant, and his inner anxiety became more and more irritable. "When will this damn place end?"
Bologg moved forward in silence. He did not feel that Palmer was noisy. On the contrary, at such a critical time, he could still hear Palmer's endless nonsense. To be honest, Bologg actually had an inexplicable...
…Happiness?
Like a different kind of person who never forgets his original intention, an excellent comedian, even in the face of the torrent of world destruction, still tells the last cold joke without changing his expression.
"Don't worry, Palmer, we will fight out and win this."
Boluogo increased the output of the ether, and the fire sword in his hand was like a welding gun. After the fierce flash, it split open layers of solid flesh and blood.
Palmer subconsciously retorted, "Nervous, I...I'm not that nervous."
"Stop pretending, don't I understand you yet?"
Bologg growled. He knew Palmer too well. Not to mention his strange personality. As far as Bologg knew, everyone in the Klex family naturally hated closed places. The more extreme the restrictions.
Their secret power gives them a sense of self-crisis.
To Palmer, the flesh-covered depths of the Pillar of Royal Power were like a bloody and closed cage. Even if he tried his best to summon the storm, he could only mobilize a few weak air currents.
After cutting open another layer of flesh and blood, Boluogo could hear the painful screams of the behemoth and the increasingly clear heartbeat. He knew that the two of them were not far from the core heart.
Palmer subconsciously changed the subject, "Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Xilin... he probably isn't dead yet."
Boluogo responded decisively, "Probably not dead."
The layers of flesh and blood hindered Bologg's perception, making it impossible for him to accurately judge the etheric reaction of Xi Lin, but this did not prevent Bologg from deducing the changes in the situation.
Since Servis did not suddenly come and stop the two men's actions, it means that Xilin successfully delayed Servis's actions...at least for the time being, the supreme crowned person was unable to concentrate on dealing with the two people.
"Palmer! There is a letter in the first box of my drawer."
Suddenly, Boluogo said, "The content of the letter is about the distribution of my inheritance. If I die, please go back and help me deal with those things."
"what? What?"
Palmer shouted repeatedly, "Do you actually have any inheritance?"
"ha?"
Burlogo glanced back at Palmer and complained, "Why can't I have an inheritance? And do you actually care about such a thing?"
"Otherwise, what are you worried about? Will you die?" Palmer continued to scream strangely, "You are an immortal!"
"Nothing lasts forever, even the devil will pass away, right?"
Boluogo retorted, "I have always had a hunch that once we really end the disputes between the devils and completely banish this power... then what about those beings born from the devils?"
The fire of light burns wantonly, turning into a gushing white torrent, surging in the deep blood cave, burning every inch of flesh and blood it touches, turning them into ashes.
Hearing Boluogo's words, Palmer was confused for a while, and then he couldn't help but worry, "You mean..."
"It's just a guess, but experts have to be fully prepared, right?"
Boluogo smiled. His face was covered with blood and wounds. Such a smile only made people feel miserable. "What's more, who can guess what will happen next?"
"Then why do you think I can survive to the end?"
Palmer didn't understand at all. On this battlefield of ultimate chaos, anyone picked out at random would be either the devil's chosen one or a glorious one. A defender like him would have the same status on the battlefield as
Those flesh and blood creations that were randomly killed were not worth mentioning.
Logically speaking, whoever survives to the end should not be the defender of the base.
"Why is it impossible? You are the luckiest guy I have ever seen in my life. If I have to say who can survive to the end, it must be you!"
Burlogo laughed. He did not mean to ridicule Palmer, but sincerely felt that he was the chosen one.
Palmer thought Burlogo was crazy, "Are you serious?"
"Recall your life, Palmer. You were born as the heir to the Clerks family. You enjoyed supreme power and endless wealth. You had a childhood sweetheart who loved you, and you were promoted to the position of defender without any danger.
Although you have had many crises and dangers in your life, you escaped unscathed every time..."
Burlogo sighed sincerely, "You know? Palmer, this is a protagonist configuration that only appears in novels!"
"ha?"
Palmer couldn't keep up with Borogo's train of thought. Before he could say anything, Borogo tore apart the last layer of flesh and blood, penetrated the thick, bloodshot rock, and jumped into a wide space.
Bologo landed steadily, but his chest heaved violently. In order to quickly reach the core, Bologo maintained high-intensity ether output without stopping for a moment.
At this time, when I looked back at the path I came from, I saw that it was completely blocked by layers of flesh and blood, with no trace of light visible. When the two of them reached the core, they were also completely swallowed by the Pillar of King Power.
The thick blood rushed towards him, almost condensing into blood beads. Bologg felt a sticky feeling pass over his skin, as if it was tightly wrapped in a layer of blood foam.
What lay before their eyes was a scarlet cave made entirely of flesh and blood. The great lake that was once filled with blood had disappeared, replaced by a huge and core heart.
This heart is strikingly similar to a human heart, but its scale is enlarged dozens of times. Under the transparent flesh and blood, strands of golden silk threads can be clearly seen intertwined.
Those are the refined golden souls, flowing and surging in the blood with every beat of the heart.
"This is much easier than I thought."
Palmer sighed, he didn't expect to reach the core heart so easily. As long as he destroyed it, he could paralyze the country of slurry, and then make Servis fall from the rank of the crowned one. The only way
In this way, they will have a slight chance of winning this war.
"It's not easy," Bologo shook his head and objected, "This is not just a battle between you and me."
The two of them were able to fight all the way here because of the help from many parties.
Hill took the lead in dragging Beelzebub and Mammon into the etheric realm to prevent them from interfering with the material realm. Xilin sacrificed his life to contain Servais, bearing the power of the crowned one alone. The one among them continued to fight against the Pillar of Kingship.
They launched an offensive, and Albert and Nathaniel helped them cut out the weeds, not to mention the legions who were constantly fighting against the creations of the Kingdom of Slurry on the border of the Kogadel Empire...
"We came here through the collective efforts of everyone."
Boluogo activated the ether siphon again without hesitation, and the endless ether around him poured into his body, tearing apart the alchemical matrix and leaving shocking scars.
"Next, we will use this united force to end all disputes."
The glow of the alchemical matrix reflected on Boluogo's body surface. At the same time, cracked scars also appeared in this complicated light track. They were like molten gilt, gorgeous and deadly.
The scorching fire was fully ignited, and Bologo used all his strength to thrust out the brilliant fire sword.
Palmer only felt a violent ether wave coming towards him. He had no time to react before he was pressed hard against the flesh and blood stomach wall by that powerful force.
Countless sprouts growing wildly on the stomach wall dissipated and disintegrated instantly under the strong light and high temperature of the fire sword. A sharp and hoarse burning sound resounded throughout the space. At the same time, the roaring heartbeat gradually faded away.
Palmer felt that his senses were being continuously deprived, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his breathing became difficult, as if the unyielding fire was burning out along with the surrounding oxygen.
The blazing fire penetrated the flesh and blood, and penetrated the core heart, like a fire sword falling from heaven, with endless light and divine power, and also penetrated the huge body of the Pillar of Kingship.
The blood boiled and evaporated, and the turbid and smelly breath fled in all directions.
In an instant, the entire world seemed to dim a bit, with only the burning fire sword emitting the only light.
The fireworks dissipated, and in the heat-wave-filled ruins, Boluogo half-knelt down as if he was exhausted. This blow almost consumed all his ether, overloaded his alchemical matrix, and cracked inch by inch soul scars.
Reflected on the body, it seems like golden blood is about to drip out.
Palmer endured the high temperature and came to Bologg's side, trying to help him up, but his hands were burned by the high temperature of Bologg's body.
The sound of feeble heartbeats came from the front. Palmer looked forward belatedly and saw a huge blood hole bursting out of the huge heart. A steady stream of scarlet blood mixed with a brilliant golden color from
It gushes out like an underground fountain, and blood once again fills the dry lake bottom.
The edge of the wound had been carbonized into a pitch-black crust. Palmer thought it was over, but then clusters of scarlet granulation sprouted from under the charred crust.
They stretched wantonly, trying to repair the huge wound and make the heart beat again, but this time the self-healing speed of flesh and blood was greatly delayed.
Deep lamentations echoed from the depths of the Pillar of Throne. Palmer was not sure whether they succeeded or failed, but he was certain that the huge and vague will of the Pillar of Throne was hating them.
I saw that the flesh and blood all around was completely boiling, and countless figures stood out from it, as if there were thousands of troops ready to attack, and they were about to break through the flesh and blood and tear them to pieces.
"Bologo! Stand up, we have to go!"
Palmer dragged up Boluogo and called him repeatedly, but Boluogo's head was lowered and his eyes became distracted. He still had some consciousness and wanted to stand up and continue slashing with his sword, but his body was like
It's as if it's paralyzed by overload, and it's completely inoperable.
The flesh and blood creations rushed out of the barrier, like a scarlet wave, and rushed towards the two of them. Seeing this, Palmer could only let go of Boluogo and leave him where he was.
Then, wield the rapier!
The weak air current enveloped Palmer's body, making his slashes extremely fast and deadly. One sword split the flesh-and-blood creation in front of him in half.
"Damn it, what kind of luck do I have!"
Palmer picked up Bologg with one hand, and while killing the approaching flesh and blood creatures, he carried Bologg and fled towards the blood hole from which he came.
Layers of flesh and blood accumulated on the bloody hole where they came from, completely blocking their way out.
After Palmer cursed a few more times in his heart, he followed Bologg's example and slashed at the flesh with his sword, trying to forcefully dig out a passage.
But Palmer was still too weak. The ether intensity output by him as a defender could not compare with the self-healing speed of flesh and blood. He seemed to be scratching the wall in vain. The flesh and blood creation behind him was getting closer and closer. Boluogo
is still in a weak state.
The immortal body is indeed very powerful, but this does not mean that Boluogo can squander his power unscrupulously. Under the continuous consumption, his body and mind are reaching the limit of collapse. This time, it will take him a certain amount of time to recover.
After realizing this, Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm himself down, but the foul smell filled his mouth and nose and almost made him vomit.
His stomach spasmed a few times abnormally, and Palmer shed tears involuntarily in pain. He was still cursing and didn't stop at all.
"I am the unlucky guy through and through."
Palmer muttered to himself, shook Bologg who was carrying him on his shoulders, and after changing to a more comfortable position, he slowly retreated, leaned against the sealed blood hole, and raised his rapier to face
A swarming scarlet tide.
At present, the core heart has been shattered. Although there is still the possibility of self-healing, at least for now, their action is successful. The country of jelly will fall into a certain degree of paralysis, and Servais will once again become the crowned one.
If Xilin is not dead yet, he should have a chance to kill him in turn.
Boluogo is an immortal. As long as he can recover, there is still a chance for everything to be reversed. What he has to do is to ensure that Boluogo is not killed by flesh and blood creations before he recovers. Otherwise, no one will know.
, how long will it take for Boluogo to recover after his death this time.
As for Palmer's own predicament...
Palmer muttered angrily, "If you really name your child something like Palmer Lazarus, I will never rest in peace."
Burlogo is the king on the chessboard, and the only thing Palmer has to do is to ensure that the king lives.
The creatures of flesh and blood roared and waved their claws, and countless sharp edges filled his field of vision. Palmer roared in a rare way, as if to cheer himself up. The blade in his hand was wrapped with the majestic ether, and he swung.
A trail of cyan tracks.
Palmer is rarely so brave. He is so brave that he doesn't feel like himself.
Suddenly, another violent ether overlapped with Palmer's power. He turned around in shock, only to see interlaced gleaming sword marks emerging from the sealed blood hole.
With a hearty smile, his flesh and blood cracked and shattered, Albert waved the etheric sword and forcibly reopened this closed road.
Trying his best to release his own ether, the dazzling ether arc swept through the flesh and blood creations, smashing them into broken powder one by one, and the intensity of Albert's own ether also suddenly weakened, along with the damage on his body.
Deep soul scars also appeared in the alchemy matrix.
Albert smiled and said, "It seems that I came in time."
The reversal of life and death was so huge that Palmer's mind was in chaos. He finally reacted and wanted to say some words of thanks, but after seeing Albert clearly, Palmer could not say a word.
Albert has completely turned into an old man, and the frozen time has drained away from his body. Not to mention, under the overload, soul scars are all over his alchemical matrix.
But compared to these, the most deadly thing was the wounds on Albert's body. The fresh wounds showed no signs of healing. Instead, large areas of granulation grew out of them. He was almost completely wrapped in this heavy flesh and blood.
Every movement has countless tentacles swaying.
"There is no way. If the ether is used to maintain etherification and suppress these flesh sprouts, I don't have enough strength to tear apart these layers of flesh and blood and come before you."
Albert crossed over to Palmer and blocked the surging bloody wave alone.
He said, "Go quickly, or the road will be closed again."
Albert was right. Under the violent squirming, the path he opened was healing and tightening at a speed visible to the naked eye, but for the defenders, it was completely enough for him to escape.
"Don't worry," Albert repeated what he said to Nathaniel, "we will meet again among thousands of people."
Palmer became silent in a rare moment. Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed out of the bleeding hole that was about to heal.
Heavy scarlet flashed before his eyes, and among the gradually clearer wind, Boluogo's weak voice sounded.
