Chapter 67: The limitations of desire, the curse of original sin.
Chapter 1120 The limitations of desire, the curse of original sin.
The great fissure spread wantonly, like the crater of an erupting volcano, the roaring wind and snow rolled up, covering the sky and the earth, and the vast snow dust covered the world into a complete gray.
The Pillar of Royal Power is like a tall building inserted into the crater of the snowstorm. In the blink of an eye, the wind and snow are about to completely cover it. And as the Pillar of Royal Power sinks further into the large crack, looking from a distance, the scarlet red buildings around it can be seen.
The land has disappeared, replaced by the faint blue in the cracks, and the vast and blurry ice field under this light.
In this precarious situation, Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, refusing to stop even as the cold air stung his respiratory tract.
After gasping for breath several times, Palmer's rationality seemed to have barely calmed down. He swallowed again, and then looked at the enemy not far away.
In the roaring wind and snow, the person wearing the crown stood quietly. Even though his figure was blurred by the wind and snow, the light-cast crown still shone brightly, and the light did not weaken at all.
Palmer tried to tighten his grip on the rapier and dagger in his hands, trying to gain some sense of security from them. However, no matter how tightly Palmer held them, all he could feel was a chill that penetrated his bones.
The massive ether surged silently in this desperate situation. With the flickering of the crown, the dazzling arc light wrapped around the blurry body. He calmly shook away the wind and snow, creating an absolute field around himself.
of pure land.
The eyes full of light looked at Palmer mercilessly. Palmer was like a prey being stared at by a hunter, unable to move or lift any strength.
Palmer looked pale and said with difficulty, "The result made you the final winner..."
The Silent Man stood quietly in front of Palmer. His sculpture-like face, which had never shown any expression, showed a rare indifferent smile. His eyes were empty and contemptuous, and he was arrogant.
The One among All disintegrated, Xilin and Albert were killed in battle, and even Bologg was instantly killed by him. Now, in this pillar of royal power, there is no existence that can threaten the Silent One anymore.
Palmer sighed again, "It's so cunning."
It seems that the Silent Man had the power to be promoted to the Crowned One very early on, but after he mastered this power, he did not get carried away by the ecstasy of power, but maintained absolute vigilance.
The silent man is right to be vigilant.
As the dispute gradually became more intense, the devils either retreated or re-aligned their ranks. The increasingly strong sense of threat from each other made them unite in a rare way.
If it were during the Fall of the Holy City, once the Silent Man revealed that he had the power of the Crowned One, then it would not only be King Solomon Hill and his Holy City that would be destroyed that day, other demons would definitely be destroyed.
Abandon the past grudges, besiege the speechless, completely render them powerless, and eliminate the possibility of being crowned.
Palmer couldn't help but recall Bologna's description of the devils.
"They are like a group of drowning sinners, struggling painfully in the rough waves, with a deep desire for redemption in their hearts. However, this desire is also accompanied by a kind of selfish persistence.
They hope that they are the only ones to be rescued. Whenever a blood relative is about to break out of the water and touch the hope of life, they will stretch out their desperate hands, tightly wrap around the other person, and ruthlessly drag them into the abyss again.
In this endless suffering, they could not find a way out, so they could only drag each other, sink together, struggle together in this sea of pain, and enjoy the common suffering."
The prerequisite for the Silent One to be promoted to the Crowned One is that he is unique and there is no longer any remaining copy. Only in this way can the Silent One exclusively enjoy the supply of the entire ether pool.
While being able to obtain uniqueness, it also means that the Silent One is no longer immortal and will be endowed with the characteristics of death.
Therefore, the Silent One has one and only one chance to reveal the power of his crowned one. He must carefully choose the timing of his appearance, so as not to be besieged by powerful enemies, but also to find a way to maintain the final victory.
The Silent One succeeded, and the light-forged crown released a majestic light, and all creatures who glimpsed it would be tortured by that absolute power.
Palmer organized his words and bought time, "I thought you devils could still have a little infighting."
In fact, Palmer didn't know what the use of buying time was. The war had already progressed to this point, what could be the turning point?
But...but just like the day when Palmer became a debtor, despite his lazy and casual appearance, at the truly critical moments, he is often the one who refuses to admit defeat.
Like a gambler at the end of his rope, unless the dealer cuts off Palmer's head, as long as he has a breath left, Palmer will still think of ways to reverse the decline.
"How could it be?" The Silent Man spoke, but his voice had the tone of Mammon, "Beelzebub and I have reached an agreement a long time ago."
Palmer whispered, "Is that so..."
Mammon gave up Asmod's authority and original sin to Beelzebub. As a price, Beelzebub acquiesced to Mammon's little ideas, making the kingdom of jelly the main target of attack.
"To be honest, compared to Burlogo, you are the one who always surprises me, Palmer."
The Silent Man laughed and said, "No matter what kind of danger you are in, you are always lucky to survive. I know you have Beelzebub's gift, but even so, your luck is too good."
"How could it be?" Palmer shook his head and said distressedly, "If I were really lucky, then I would not have been involved in such a dangerous situation from the beginning."
"Oh...that's true."
The Silent Man nodded as he spoke, and then a glimmer of light condensed around him, and the arc's jump became more intense, as if he was the incarnation of thunder.
"Then let me give it a try, Palmer," the speechless man showed a cruel smile, "How about we see the limit of your luck?"
Palmer knew that he still couldn't hide. He held his breath, and the muscles all over his body tensed. His eyes wandered on the light-cast crown. Then, he looked at the feet of the Silent Man, which was about to be destroyed.
Broken corpses buried in wind and snow.
An extremely crazy and irrational idea arose in Palmer's mind. He thought that this should be his only chance of winning and the last resort to save the final arrival.
"Be brave..."
Palmer warned himself, gently turned sideways, and slowly raised the rapier in his hand, ready to go.
Just when Palmer was about to engage in this completely unequal duel, a vague voice came from the wind and snow, and he yelled.
"What are you staring at?"
Palmer turned around and saw a strong hand reaching out from the snow and grabbing Palmer.
Nathaniel braved the wind and snow and came to Palmer's side, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Get out of here!"
Palmer blinked, looked at Nathaniel in front of him, and lost control and said, "Why are you still alive!"
It needs to be admitted that Nathaniel is indeed a romantic person with a sense of humor. Without this skill, Nathaniel would not be able to run a wedding company.
So at this time of life and death, Nathaniel took on Palmer's words very smoothly.
He yelled, "Why can't I live anymore!"
"Damn it! I thought you all disintegrated together!"
The sense of crisis in Palmer's heart subsided a lot with the appearance of Nathaniel. I have to say that I am really lucky to meet friends in this ghost place. Likewise, I am really lucky to meet friends here.
Bad enough.
The two wanted to say something more, but the Silent One took a step forward. The power of the Crowned One surged silently, and a strong sense of suffocation suppressed the hearts of Palmer and Nathaniel.
The sense of crisis exploded in their hearts again, almost penetrating their sanity. Both of them knew very well that the gap between themselves and the crowned person was no longer reachable by the gap or how many generations behind them.
This is the real difference between mortals and gods.
As the atmosphere became tense, an unimaginable ether flow erupted again from the crack under the Pillar of Royal Power.
Thousands of streams of light come from the etheric world and dance into the realm of matter. They jump and rotate lightly, as if they are performing a cosmic dance. The graceful posture is breathtaking. Then the streams of light interweave with each other, reflect each other, and converge.
It turned into an extremely bright beam of light, breaking through the wind and snow, straight into the sky.
Its afterglow drew a long track in the sky, and its afterglow shone down, reflecting the earth.
The speechless man seemed to be shocked by this sacred scene. He ignored Palmer and Nathaniel, but stared at the increasingly turbulent wind and snow.
Snowflakes continue to accumulate on the Pillar of Royal Power, forming a thick layer of snow dust, which not only covers the surface of the Pillar of Royal Power, but also penetrates into the small gaps, as if to wrap the entire Pillar of Royal Power in its own coldness
In arms.
Excessive ether surged out from the ethereal world like a waterfall, with an endless stream. The ether crack that was originally split by Hill began to twist, deform, and then expand rapidly under the impact of this force.
At the edge of the crack, solidified lightning intertwined and flashed, like dislocated fragments of time and space, drawing dazzling rays of light in the darkness.
The light gradually spread across the earth until it formed a huge crack several kilometers long, spanning the flesh-and-blood earth, like a bottomless chasm, dividing the entire world into two.
Viewed from a high altitude, this extended crack looks like a huge, shining snowflake falling on the ground, or like a cracked ice sheet or cracked earth.
The Pillar of Royal Power under Palmer's feet shook violently again. As the great rift fully extended, it also fell into the depths of the etheric realm, and its connection with the Kingdom of Slurry was also cut off, as if
There is a hot knife that completely removes this piece of carrion from the earth.
The wind and snow became heavier and the chill became more severe.
The Silent Man seemed to have had enough of admiring this beautiful scenery. He slowly turned his head and looked at the surging wind and snow on one side. He gently raised his hand, and a dazzling etheric arc penetrated the wind and snow.
At the end of the thunder, the figures of Palmer and Nathaniel appeared, and the fatal arc turned their faces pale.
Although Palmer did not fight many frontal battles with the enemy, in order to survive this terrible battle, his ether has now been consumed a lot, and he does not have many ways to replenish ether like Boluogo.
Nethaniel's situation is even worse. Even after a period of rest, his condition has eased a lot, but the re-rupture of the alchemy matrix has already added many new soul scars engraved into his soul.
The proliferating soul scars further restricted Nethaniel's power, and he also had very little ether left. Not to mention, he still had many wounds on his body, with scarlet flesh buds stubbornly swaying.
The light-forged crown floats quietly above the head of the Silent Man. As a member of the original school, after becoming the crowned one, his control over the ether has become so powerful that it is difficult to understand. It is just an arc of ether that is subsequently released.
It was full of the smell of destruction.
Just like Servais casually seriously injured Xilin.
Palmer knew very well that if he wanted to confront the Silent Man head-on with his little strength, he and Nathaniel would only become a ball of ashes that disappeared in the wind, or the two would hug each other and become as charred as ashes.
's corpse.
So Palmer made a rational but irrational decision. Palmer pushed aside Nathaniel with all his strength, leaving the fate of the two of them to the illusory luck.
The arc flashed past, and with a harsh explosion, Palmer and Nathaniel were overturned by the airflow and fell heavily on both sides.
"Um?"
The Silent Man stared closely at the two fallen figures in the wind and snow. He noticed something was wrong. Just as he was about to take further action, he saw the figure on the other side suddenly bounced up.
The strong wind roared and wrapped around Palmer's body. He tightly grasped the lucky dice in his hand, without even looking at the number it rolled, and rushed towards the fallen Nethaniel at high speed.
"Berogo was right," Palmer thought to himself, "I'm really lucky."
I don't know whether it was the contempt of the Silent Man, or whether Palmer was really lucky. Palmer's stupid evasion method actually managed to avoid the Crowned One's blow.
Palmer hugged Nethaniel and threw Nethaniel high into the sky with all his strength.
The strength of the defender may not be able to resist the crowned one, but finding a way to throw Nathaniel out is not a problem at all, not to mention, there is a raging wind assisting Palmer.
Nathaniel exclaimed, "What are you doing!"
"Deputy Director, you're such a useless old thing, you'd better get out of here!"
Palmer yelled, with an inexplicable smile on his face. He had wanted to offend Nathaniel like this for a long time, and now he finally succeeded.
The steady wind was like a big hand, repeatedly overturning Nathaniel's figure and driving him away from the Pillar of King's Power.
While rolling rapidly, Nathaniel looked in the direction of the Pillar of King's Power again, and he understood what Palmer meant.
The large blue crack is swallowing up the Pillar of Royal Power bit by bit. This bloody pillar seems to connect the two worlds. Along with it, there is also the endless storm set off by the secret source.
Once Nathaniel continues to stay on the Pillar of Kingship, he and Palmer will fall into the boundless ethereal realm... Judging from the current battle situation, their survival rate after falling into the ethereal realm is almost zero.
"What about you? Damn it, you can come with me!"
Nathaniel roared, he didn't want Palmer to say anything, and he would use himself as a bait to contain the Silent Man. He was clearly the deputy director of the Bureau of Order, but he was saved again and again today.
"It won't work."
Palmer helplessly spread his hands and found that the Silent Man was not in a hurry to attack. It seemed that the Silent Man was also curious as to why he did not escape and deliberately left himself time to defend himself.
Palmer pointed out not far away, where a small snowpack gradually rose up next to the Speechless Man, and the Grudgebite and Brutal Sawaxes were buried under it.
He responded loudly, "Bologo died here, I have to make sure he survives!"
As Borrogo's partner, Palmer knew very well what the immortal nature of Borrogo was... at least he knew the rules on the surface.
The powerful power of the crowned one will cause Bologg to die for a long time, but as long as the death dormancy period is over, Bologg's body can move again and return to the battle.
It's just that Palmer is not sure how Bologo's body will be resurrected after it is broken into pieces like that. Will several broken pieces be put together, or will the largest piece begin to resurrect?
Speaking of which, after working with Bologg for so long, this is the first time he has seen him die so simply. Bologg was so strong that for a long time, Palmer almost forgot that Bologg was an incredible person.
Dead.
Nathaniel's figure disappeared into the wind and snow. Palmer tried to sense his etheric reaction, but could not detect anything. He could only wish from the bottom of his heart that his deputy director could survive smoothly...
Even if he couldn't survive, there was nothing he could do. Palmer had tried his best.
Turning around, the Silent Man still stood there, staring at Palmer silently. The light-cast crown illuminated his cheeks. In the gray world, he looked extremely majestic.
Palmer took a deep breath, raised the rapier again, and was eager to try.
"You can't win."
As the Silent Man spoke, he waved his hand and ejected an etheric arc. The dazzling lightning was like a fierce snake, entangled towards Palmer.
Almost at the same moment, Palmer's own ether burned to the limit. Facing the power of the crowned one, he did not dare to show any signs of neglect.
The alchemical matrix trembled painfully, and Palmer's own speed also accelerated to the limit. He was almost twisted into an afterimage, blending with the strong wind. At the extreme speed, there was a pulling sensation in the muscles all over his body.
The pain is like the bones have moved, but the flesh and blood still stay in place.
The dazzling arc exploded, spreading into an ionized thunderstorm, the wind and snow surged, and Palmer appeared ghostly beside the Silent Man. He raised his rapier, and the skirt of the wind bloomed behind him, and in an instant
Breaking through the heavy sound barrier.
The explosion stopped abruptly before it could be heard louder.
In a burst of lightning, Palmer fell out covered in blood, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled past the feet of the Silent Man.
The Silent Man quietly stared at the body that was about to be burned. He turned his palms gently, and a pure ether sword was held in his hands. The light of destruction flowed quietly, as if the light of nothingness also possessed
entity.
During the roll, Palmer stood up quickly, as if he had planned it. He rushed towards the small snow bag next to the speechless man, and hurriedly picked up the things buried under the snow.
Under the gaze of the Speechless Man, Palmer staggered for a few steps. The severe pain in his legs caused him to fall to the ground in embarrassment. The things he was holding in his arms also spilled out, and the sound of metal collision continued.
.
Palmer fell to the ground panting, and the crowned one's etheric arc instantly penetrated his defense, suppressed his own etherification, and almost completely electrocuted Palmer.
Boluogo's "relics" were scattered around him randomly, including the still-sharp resentment bite, the sleeping saw-axe, the transparent light-scorching crystal core shimmering, and next to it there was a
A broken necklace and a shiny ring.
Underneath these relics is part of the flesh and blood of Borogo, who was rescued by Palmer.
Palmer frowned. Under the supreme power of the crowned one, Boluogo's remaining body had turned into a mass of flesh covered with sprouts. No matter how familiar Palmer was with his partner,
He couldn't tell which part of Boluogo's body these flesh and blood belonged to.
He complained in a low voice, "Damn it, you are usually so minimalist, why do you end up with so many things?"
As he said this, Palmer felt inexplicably sad. He had a premonition that Boluogo would not survive.
Yes, whether Boluogo was injured or died before, he fought under the limitations of mortal nature, but this time he was directly attacked by the crowned one. This is an existence on the same level as the devil. Palmer is not sure
, whether Bologo's immortality can still work.
The Pillar of King Power continued to sink towards the etheric realm, the wind and snow became heavier, and a melodious roar could be heard vaguely, as if the secret source was roaring and angry.
The Speechless Ones approached Palmer, and the etheric sword was raised high.
"You are much more courageous than I thought, Palmer," the Silent Man said. "I thought you would run away in a panic."
"Am I that bad in your eyes?"
Palmer was about to defend something, but as if he suddenly remembered his true intentions, he shook his head with a wry smile, "Actually, I do want to escape."
The speechless man was very curious, "Then why didn't you run away but stayed?"
"why?"
Palmer raised his head, fear hidden in his eyes, but he still insisted on maintaining his last dignity.
"Because Vosilin once told me, she...she said..."
Vosilin's face appeared in front of Palmer's eyes, and he began to recall those beautiful things, just like in the movie, the process that the characters should go through before dying.
Recall those beautiful things, say some beautiful words, and carve last words for your own empty tombstone from a spiritual level.
"People can live cowardly, but they can never die cowardly."
Palmer smiled at the speechless man, grinning with all his strength, showing his white teeth.
The Silent Man still looked indifferent, and the etheric sword stabbed down quickly, and the light of death magnified infinitely in front of Palmer's eyes.
A strong sense of crisis broke out in Palmer's heart. He subconsciously rubbed the lucky dice in his palm, praying that it would bring him good luck...
Palmer didn't think there was any more luck. His luck had saved him too many times today. According to the conservation of luck, this was his end.
So Palmer tried to keep himself calm and accept this ending...
How could it be accepted?
Palmer's eyes were bloodshot and he was gnashing his teeth. Faced with the etheric sword stabbing his head, Palmer raised his hand to grab the thin sword, held up the sharp blade, and slashed towards the etheric sword.
The bursting stream of light flashed, stirring up heavy snow dust and convolving in all directions.
Dazzling bright lights bloomed in front of Palmer's eyes, and the arcs of death kept jumping, but they could no longer touch Palmer at all.
I saw that the thin sword wielded by Palmer had already been red-hot and melted in the high-intensity ether flow, but another sword took over its parry, blocking the Silent Man's ether sword.
The dark resentment floated into the sky, confronting the speechless one.
A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the speechless man. Then, he suddenly raised his head and saw at the end of the gray wind and snow, a burning fire expanded from the snow and dust, as if a raging fire burned out the sky, red.
The fire quickly spread and covered until the entire sky was on fire.
A whimpering, ghost-like howl sounded from behind the sky. Immediately, the diffuse snow dust and clouds were crushed, and a flaming meteorite fell from the sky. It disintegrated and collapsed in mid-air, like exploding fireworks, and rain of fire fell on most of the sky.
Sky.
Ominous howls continued one after another, and one meteorite after another crushed the snow dust, breaking and spinning one by one, dyeing the sky red, and impacting the flesh-and-blood earth into a scorched earth of death.
As if the kingdom of heaven collapsed, the heavy remains hit the earth mercilessly. Under this world-destroying rain of fire, even the Pillar of Royal Power was not spared.
The burning fire hit the Pillar of Royal Power mercilessly. As the earth shook and the mountains shook, the Pillar of Royal Power tilted up again, and large areas of flesh and blood collapsed and burned.
At the same time, a supreme power fell rapidly from the sky. Almost as soon as the Silent Man noticed the other party, the supreme power had already arrived in front of his eyes.
The speed seemed to exceed the limit of human vision. Palmer collapsed to the ground, like a framed movie scene. In the blink of an eye, the tall figure stood in front of him.
A few seconds later, due to the rapidity of the figure's arrival, the strong wind slowly caught up with him, and the harsh wind pressed against Palmer's eardrums.
The ether rose again, and the supreme power of control demanded the stability of everything in the field, so both the strong wind and the snow dust stopped their own movement, and countless crystal snowflakes stopped in mid-air, as if time had frozen.
"That's impressive, Palmer."
A familiar voice sounded from the tall figure. Palmer looked at it carefully. The figure was wearing rugged and ferocious armor. The armor was rough and twisted, and the uneven edges were slightly red, as if it had just been rubbed by high temperature.
It hasn't completely cooled down yet.
The figure turned back, and a familiar profile appeared in Palmer's eyes. Also reflected in Palmer's eyes was the ten-horned crown. The flowing light was boiling, as if the ten-horned crown was burning.
.
"Bo...Bologo!"
Palmer looked at Bologg, then at the lump of flesh and blood that he had finally rescued, and then at the ten-horned crown that exuded supreme power.
It was like a big hand grasped Palmer's heart, and then grabbed Palmer's throat. He couldn't breathe, and his blood seemed to stop flowing.
Countless doubts and thousands of words rolled through Palmer's mind. Finally, he broke through the shackles of instinctive fear and struggled to get up.
There were no questions or cheers, just a slightly ominous sentence.
"The rest is up to you!"
Palmer quickly retreated to the edge of the battlefield while giving a thumbs up to Bologgo. At the end when his figure disappeared into the wind and snow, Palmer smiled wildly and fell hard to the Silent Man.
Thumbs down.
Boluogo calmly held up his fist to resist the bite of the etheric sword, raised his other hand, and the saw-axe rose into the air and fell back into his hand. This time, there was no need for a blood sacrifice, and the saw-axe fell naturally.
Surrendering to this supreme power, the ax blade split into ferocious branches.
The ether stirred, collided, and the roaring crackling sound rose from between Boluogo and the Silent One, and then the ripples of the ether were like shock waves, mercilessly flattening the snow dust within the range, and the solidified snowflakes broke apart and evaporated into escape.
gas.
The Silent Man took a few steps back, staring solemnly at the crown on Bolog's head. Bolog managed the necklaces and rings in the snow dust, and Ether repaired the crooked metal and put them back on carefully.
On the body.
The speechless man said in a low voice, "Is this the so-called red dragon?"
Boluogo did not answer the speechless man's words, but looked at the collapsing reality around him.
"Come let us go to the final battlefield."
As Boluogo spoke, the glow of the alchemical matrix reflected itself, and the majestic power of ether ruthlessly exerted itself on the Pillar of Royal Power, further accelerating the fall of the Pillar of Royal Power.
The entire area submerged into the ether at a speed visible to the naked eye, and blue cracks rose from all sides. When Boluogo raised his head again, the large expanding crack was already hanging above his head, and the boundless blue world was close.
In front of you.
The chaotic and noisy power erupted not far from the Pillar of Kingship. Boluogo looked in the direction of the power and saw huge towering shadows standing tall, with scarlet runes rolling in the boiling darkness.
While Boluogo and others were fighting fiercely in the material world, the devils' fighting in the ethereal world also never stopped for a moment.
The tars of chaos were mixed together, and the devils were like terrifying snakes, entangled with each other and indistinguishable from each other.
In the flickering scarlet light, Beelzebub looked at Bologo who had fallen into the etheric realm, and the ten-horned crown shone brightly.
Beelzebub said nervously, "He still did it."
The originally advantageous situation reversed once again, making this final battle once again complicated and confusing.
Beelzebub grew angry and she growled, "You had a chance to stop him!"
Mammen remained silent, and at the same time, Hill's wild laughter sounded.
"Look, devils, look at your pathetic and ugly nature."
Hill sneered wantonly, "You are always like this, unable to transcend the limitations of your own desires, so you are full of flaws and doomed to fail."
"Devil, you cannot understand the so-called sacrifice and dedication, let alone the so-called unity."
Hill's voice exploded in Mammon's ears like thunder, deafening and shaking her mind.
"You obviously have countless chances to win, but because of your own irrepressible desires, you have fallen into meaningless disputes and divisions. It's so sad!"
As long as the devils unite for a moment, as long as they no longer doubt each other and no longer obey their absolute desires, then the devils will have already dominated the material world, and humans will have no chance of winning against them.
But the fact is that the devil can never achieve unity, let alone sacrifice his own interests for each other and suppress his own desires.
Just like the drowning sinners, they trample on each other, longing for relief, but jealous and hating each other.
They are devils, monsters burdened with original sin. They are destined to be unable to gain relief and can only continue in this painful cycle until the end of everything.
This is the limitation of desire, the curse of original sin, the shackles and restraints that cannot be escaped.
"Fortunately, the end is coming," Hill murmured with a pitiful look, "your pain is about to end."
The towering shadows intertwine and entangle with each other, turning into a sea of boiling tar with no peace.
While the devils were fighting with all their strength, Bologo also began the final duel with the Silent One.
Violent etheric arcs erupted violently, dense thunderstorms instantly gathered at the top of the Pillar of King Power, and continuous explosions shook everything around them.
The Pillar of Royal Power was crumbling under this force, and finally, like a collapsed mountain, it suddenly fell towards the boundless ice field.
Boluogo's figure penetrated layers of flesh and blood, like a burning meteor, falling heavily on the ice sheet. The ice beneath his feet instantly cracked, and fragmented ice cubes flew everywhere.
He straightened his chest and the ten-horned crown burned quietly. Bologg looked at the top of the pillar of royal power, and the figure of the Silent Man quietly emerged.
The crowned person's power was squandered. Driven by the ether, the pillar of kingship slowly fell and pressed towards Bologo. A huge shadow enveloped the entire world. At the same time, the ice sheet under Bologo's feet suddenly collapsed.
, the broken ice quickly melted into a raging wave, and the cold torrent came overwhelmingly, turning into a white torrent across the ice field.
The supreme power entangled and stirred with each other. When compressed to the limit, it suddenly exploded.
Borogo dominated everything he touched, violently tearing apart the falling pillars of kingship with his unstoppable power.
This huge mountain-like thing made of flesh and blood was split into two from the middle as if it had been cut by a divine weapon's sharp blade. The cross-section was neat and clear, showing a terrifying sight.
Thousands of tons of weight disappeared at this moment. The Pillar of Royal Power was completely crushed under its own huge weight. The fragments scattered and the sound of collapse was deafening. The supreme power completed this earth-shattering feat in an instant,
The once arrogant symbol of royal power was completely destroyed and turned into ruins.
Among the broken and collapsed ruins of flesh and blood, Boluogo stepped up the stairs of nothingness, and the invading waves suddenly split into two turbulent currents under Boluogo's body, approaching the edge of Boluogo.
The liquid cooled rapidly and solidified into clusters of solid ice, flashing with a dangerous chill, like sharp ice blades, emitting bursts of biting cold wind.
Boluogo continued to move forward, moving forward unswervingly, the mountains gave way in front of him, and the sea parted its narrow path.
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