Latis knew one thing very well. He was dragged here. The tyrant promised endless desires that made everyone desperate.
Yes, there was no need for any guards here from the beginning. As long as the value is enough, every greedy buyer will become a loyal believer of the tyrant.
It must be admitted that the devil's words are very tempting, and not everyone can maintain absolute sanity like Boluogo.
Boluogo also felt that his status as a debtor might have exempted him from such influence. He had already seen through the devil's nature and established a close umbilical cord with it.
But what Boluogo didn't notice was that the golden halo in his eyes was constantly turning back and forth, as if Aimu was thinking about something complicated, something that was difficult for her to handle.
Their eyes overlapped, and Aimu looked at the Immortal Heart contained on the high platform.
At this moment, the Immortal Heart is still in a sealed state, and the quartz is full of cracks, but it can still suppress its activity. Latis did not dare to touch the Immortal Heart directly, so he called another believer to use his
Using flesh and blood as a carrier, the quartz was stuffed into his abdominal cavity.
The Blood Gate is being rebuilt, but its structure is too fragile. Before the construction is completed, any slightest impact will cause it to collapse, causing Latis to be trapped here.
Now the Orangutan Sect still has the advantage, but as time goes by, this advantage will turn into danger.
Until now, Latis still felt a sense of fear, as if there was a ferocious beast hiding in the bushes and peeping at you. That beast was not a tyrant, but the Bureau of Order.
Crazy thoughts kept colliding in his mind, Latis looked at the ground beneath his feet, his eyes penetrated the layers of rocks and looked into the depths of the foggy sea.
Latis began to think of another plan, another crazy plan that was planned from the beginning and would sacrifice everyone.
"Mother, why don't you look at us?"
Latis murmured to himself, praying for the power of the Scarlet Matron.
No one responded.
A man's mocking voice could be heard faintly in his ears, and he was amused by Latis's foolishness.
This is the land of tyrants. Although it belonged to another king many years ago, after his death, men took over the place arrogantly.
Over the years, the tyrant's power has penetrated every inch of the land, making it difficult for outsiders to interfere, even if that person is his brother or sister.
The scarlet world was slightly restless, Latis's eyes brightened, he was looking forward to something.
Suddenly, the fallen corpses all stood up strangely. Even their limbs and arms were broken, and they were struggling to squirm on the ground. As if a supreme order had been given, they crawled to the high platform in dense numbers. It was a strange scene.
It made everyone stagnate.
The corpses were entangled with each other, they were squeezed together, forming a door frame of flesh and blood.
The blood flowed backwards, flowing through the gaps in the corpse, and then formed a blood film, spreading in the door frame, turning into a blood-colored mirror.
Latis's eyes flashed with joy. His mother did not abandon him in the end. The power of madness spread in the door, and the blood-colored mirror boiled, like an inverted water surface.
"Walk!"
Latis shouted to the cultist carrying the Immortal Heart, but the order was so, but the man could not move.
The immortal heart is too heavy.
This heaviness is not qualitative, but psychological. Even through the sealed quartz and using one's own flesh and blood as the carrier, the power revealed in the Immortal Heart still makes the cultists breathless.
The whole person's consciousness begins to be hazy and broken, the nerves are tortured by twisted power, and endless pain is imposed on it.
This is a power that ordinary people should not steal. It only belongs to those once glorious but now corrupted and evil existences.
Disaster.
"bishop……"
The cultist made a hoarse sound, and the protection of flesh and blood was no longer available. His body began to dry up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the heart in his abdomen robbed him of all his vitality.
He stretched out his withered arms to Latis as if asking for help, but there was no mercy in Latis's eyes. He knew very well that he could not delay it any longer.
These people are all victims of taking back the Immortal Heart, as long as Latis and the Immortal Heart can leave.
Holding back the fear in his heart, Latis stretched out his hand towards the cultist, but just as he was about to touch it, an explosion sounded from the side of the Colosseum, and the road that was originally blocked by huge rocks was reopened.
Boluogo looked there with some expectation. He guessed that Palmer was coming. There were only two variables in the Colosseum, one was him and the other was Palmer.
Damn it, I was so happy with the killing that I forgot about this bastard in this mission, and I don’t know what he was doing.
But then the ether emerged, revealing the identity of the other party.
Power far exceeding that of the Sublime One was released from the smoke. Based on the strength of the ether, Boluogo accurately judged the opponent's rank.
Another power-bearer.
More ether reactions arose, and the other party was not only a power bearer, but also a believer and a sublime person.
Latis turned his head to look at the direction of the ether reaction, and then a blurry shadow rose from the smoke. The illusory giant waved his long knife towards the high platform. In the process of waving, the illusory long knife also continued to solidify.
, and even become a real entity.
"Asshole!"
Latis cursed angrily and ordered the rotting roots and shoots, and the rising branches of flesh and blood were cut off one by one, but in the end he still held up the falling long knife.
The hot flowing fire burst out at this time, like a giant dragon breathing towards the high platform. The flowing fire easily burned away the flesh and blood along the way, and the bright light tore everyone's shadow into extremely long and thin pieces.
Boluogo could only watch everything that happened blankly. The flow of fire stopped and set off a roaring explosion on the high platform, destroying the blood gate that was finally built together.
The smoke dissipated, revealing the unwelcome guests. They were wearing uniform silver masks with many patterns and hollows on them, looking like skulls attached to their faces.
"You came at just the right time."
Nadai withdrew his hand, and the rolling flame dissipated in his hand,
Sharp eyes swept across the bloody Colosseum. Everyone was exhausted from the fighting, and they appeared at the most appropriate time.
Boluogo quickly retreated and hid among the collapsing ruins, carefully looking at these comers.
Obviously, they are not members of the Bureau of Order, but they are not from the Orang Fu Sect either. New forces have joined in this melee. To be precise, they have been here from the beginning and only chose to take action at this time.
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A sea of fire ignited on the high platform. In the sea of fire, Latis looked at these people with scarlet eyes, and his face was distorted with extreme anger.
"who are you?"
"Oh? A scarlet bishop?"
Nadai glanced at Latis and judged his identity from the strength of his ether and his ability to command rotten roots.
Nadai just smiled at this and had no intention of answering Latis. Hot fire emerged in his hand again, and the heat shrank together and solidified into a point of light.
The light spot collapsed and collapsed, and instantly more slender flowing fire rushed towards Latis. In an instant, Latis was engulfed by the fireworks, and his figure turned into a pitch-black charred shell in the extreme temperature.
Boluogo's heart sank. This was the first time he intuitively understood the power of those with power.
Judging from Nadai's power, his secret power should involve the school of illusion, creating flames in nothingness, and the fireworks are very violent and astonishingly lethal.
After the rising bursts of black smoke, a shuddering sound sounded, and the pitch-black coke shell trembled slowly. Then the coke shell cracked, and sticky blood and dense granulations flowed out of the gaps.
The burnt shells fell off one by one, and Latis's hateful face appeared again.
Those who hold power are not that easy to kill, let alone Latis as the Scarlet Bishop.
Nadai's expression was a bit surprised. The third seat judged that the Orangutan Sect would come to disrupt the situation, so he sent himself here. Nadai's fireworks were completely lethal to flesh and blood.
It seemed that he had underestimated these cultists, but everything was still under control. Nadai stepped forward and threw his voice behind him.
"I'll deal with him, and you can take care of the Immortal Heart."
Behind Nadai, the rest of the team also surfaced. Jamon was holding the red secret sword in one hand and carrying a heavy iron box in the other.
They didn't care about other people in the Colosseum at all. Nadai believed that when they appeared, the melee was settled and no one could stop their power.
Nadai released another blazing fire, illuminating the entire Colosseum, while Jamon and other team members also ran towards the high platform.
Under the impact of the flowing fire, the cultist who was the carrier had long since died. In the decaying corpse, flesh, flesh and quartz were stuck together, and the immortal heart was still in it.
Bologo watched all this nervously, not knowing what was happening, but he still remembered his mission and must not let the Immortal Heart fall into his hands.
"Aimu, prepare to output with all your strength."
As Boluogo spoke, layers of iron armor tightly wrapped him up, turning him into a silent cavalry.
