From the periphery of the cold rocks, to stepping into the ashes of the land, until now, encountering distant roars... Boluogo can be sure that he is constantly getting closer to the core of the mystery.
The surrounding temperature has increased significantly. The previous cold is no longer cold, but has turned into a somewhat unbearable heat. There are more ruins seen before. Boluogo feels as if he is walking in a forgotten city.
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A city submerged in ashes, existing in this deep and abandoned place.
Unfortunately, after years of changes and erosion, Boluogo could not get any useful information from these withered buildings, so he could only continue to move forward with Aimu.
As the temperature rose, the invisible connection in Boluogo's heart also became tighter, like a tightened rope, twisted into a rough thread.
"Why can't you see those things that were thrown into the great rift?" Aimu said, hanging behind Boluogo.
Aimu lives on a hesitant road, and in her only free time, she can often see people throwing things into the big cracks, especially those golden Mammon coins.
But the two of them were already so deep that they couldn't see anything, only ashes and ruins.
"Maybe it was eaten by something."
Boluogo murmured in response.
"It's not like there is a stable source of food in this ghost place. If someone was imprisoned here, he would be very hungry. He would be praying every day for some food to fall from the sky, preferably corpses or something.
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"How could someone be imprisoned here?" Aimu didn't understand. "There is only one cell, why bother being locked up in a place like this."
Boluogo was silent for a moment, and his eyes sharpened. The information he had obtained until now was still fragmented, but the rope in his heart was constantly solidifying, the umbilical cord that connected him to the evil...
He was vaguely aware of the problem and whispered in a very light voice.
"Maybe that's not a human being..."
Bursts of rumbling sounds came again from the distant darkness ahead, and the storm was approaching.
"Bologo!"
Aimu's voice became louder, and she warned Bologo loudly, and Bologo also took action. As soon as he heard the sound, he ran towards the bunker on the other side.
As soon as they hid in the bunker, a strong ash storm passed by. The two of them approached the source of the storm. Bologger tried hard to open his eyes and could see that there were still sparks that had not been extinguished in the gray storm.
The red-hot ashes danced wildly, hitting the building, burning the mottled walls, forming a thick gray-white hard material, and washed away repeatedly.
The scorching air waves passed over his head, and Boluogo began to suspect that what was sleeping in the darkness was not a giant, but a huge fire dragon. Just a random breath was like a scorching dragon's breath.
What made Boluogo even more confused was that when the red-hot ashes fell on him, the fireworks did not go out, but continued to burn. Boluogo patted them hard several times before extinguishing the stubborn flames.
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The storm of ash continued, and the hot ashes buried most of Boluogo's body. In the burning pain, Boluogo actually felt a bit familiar.
Boluogo could definitely confirm that he was not a masochist, but he still sensed a familiar feeling in this pain.
It seemed that Boluogo had suffered a similar punishment at some time in the past, but he could not remember clearly.
There are not many things that Bologg can forget. Unfortunately, now is not a good time to remember.
Amidst the roaring roar, subtle cracking sounds were heard, and Boluogo suddenly raised his head. Under the endless destruction of the ash storm, the wall above his head was crumbling until fine cracks covered the wall, along with the white rotten ashes.
The layers collapse together.
Bologg couldn't make a warning sound at all. The heat wave came towards him, hitting him like a heavy punch. His whole body hit the building behind him. Holding his breath, Bologg turned around and stabbed out the folding knife.
, nailing himself to the wall.
He successfully fixed his body, but lost the protection of the wall, and Boluogo was directly exposed to the scorching storm. There were vague flames igniting on his body, and then the burnt skin, but all this
Boluoge gritted his teeth and persisted.
But at this moment, the folding knife in his hand began to tremble, and the wall under Boluogo also began to loosen.
The rumbling sound did not stop, Boluogo tried his best to raise his head and opened his eyes against the heat wave, even if his eyes were burned blind, he still had to see that thing clearly.
Bologna saw it.
Accompanied by the sound of deep breathing, countless sparks and heat waves were thrown high into the air, forming a burning dim pillar of light in mid-air. The pillar of light then disintegrated, scattered in all directions, and crashed into the surroundings together with the scalding heat wave storm.
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Boluogo kept that direction firmly in his heart, and then let go of his hand. His whole body was lifted up by the heat wave, and he hit repeatedly among the chaotic buildings. It was not until he was pushed into a corner that Boluogo stopped hitting.
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Before he could take a breath, layers of ashes buried Bologg again. Soon after the storm stopped, Bologg dug up the hot ashes and fell to the ground in pain, his whole body shaking continuously.
Thanks to his immortal body, otherwise Boluogo would have died countless times. His current state is like crawling out of the oven. After struggling to get up, his flesh and blood are slowly healing, but with the consumption of ether,
The speed of this self-healing is also becoming slower and slower.
"Twenty-two minutes," Aimu's voice sounded, "the interval between storms is twenty-two minutes."
"Thanks, Aimu."
Boluogo thanked him. He didn't expect that Aimu would actually record this, so that he would be safe in the next twenty-two minutes. He needed to move forward quickly and find a bunker.
After thinking about the next action, Boluogo turned his head and glanced at Aimu, and a terrible face came into his eyes.
Aimu was not immune to the heat wave just now. The coating on his face that imitated skin was damaged, exposing cold metal. On the other hand, the soft, translucent gel-like materials on Aimu's torso also melted under the high temperature.
Destruction covered the body like scabbed wounds.
She is like a strange sculpture, some kind of imperfect handicraft.
"The core components have not been damaged."
Aimu replied coldly, the halo in his eyes flickering.
Boluogo felt that Aimu might be trying to comfort him, but it was obvious that she was not very good at comforting others.
"I will find my way back."
Bologg could only promise that every next minute was extremely important, but just as Bologg was about to set off, the ground began to tremble slightly.
It only took a few seconds, and the trembling continued to intensify. Boluogo couldn't understand what was happening and wanted to evacuate, but in this damn place, he didn't know where to hide for a moment.
"Wait a moment……"
What did Boluogo see? It was a piece of ashes stained by his blood. As the ground continued to shake, the blood-stained ashes actually collapsed into the ground one by one. Soon all the blood stains disappeared, as if they were covered by this
It's like the entire earth has been eaten.
The sense of foreboding in his heart rose to the extreme, and in a daze, Boluogo heard some kind of voice.
An evil and crazy voice, it whispered in his ears.
“Fresh blood…bloody flesh…
Insatiable hunger.”
The howling wind sounded from the top of the head, something was coming. Boluogo took Aimu away from this place and leaned towards the edge of the rift valley. At this time, black shadows fell into front of him and fell to the ground hard.
superior.
They were corpses one after another, corpses thrown into the great fissure.
They fell from the sky and fell to pieces on the ground.
Boluogo swallowed. He vaguely guessed what would happen next, and just as he imagined, the earth trembled, and scarlet tentacles drilled through the hot ashes and wrapped around them heavily.
The corpse, with its sharp mouthparts biting the flesh, was covered in blood.
This is not the end, but the beginning of another feast.
Scarlet flowers bloomed from under the ashes, with sharp teeth on the edges of the petals. The stamens in the flower core stretched out, and the slender tentacles grasped every piece of flesh.
Tangled with flesh and blood, they were like flowers blooming on thorns, turning the ashes of the earth into a sea of scarlet flowers in the blink of an eye.
The sea of flowers continued to spread, almost reaching Boluogo's feet, while corpses continued to fall above their heads, and they turned into flesh and blood and were devoured bit by bit.
Skin, internal organs, blood...even white bones, these weird things were not spared. The fangs rubbed against the bones. With a sour sound, the bones were crushed into pieces. They were all swallowed without leaving any residue.
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Boluogo leaned against the rock wall behind him and lowered his breathing. He just hoped that he would not be discovered. He did not want to be enjoyed by these monsters. But as the feast ended, these ghosts clearly had some unsatisfied desires. They were hungry and thirsty.
Looking for something that will satisfy them.
Boluogo's attention was focused on the front. What he didn't realize was that there were scarlet objects slowly protruding from the gaps in the rock wall. They followed the breath of blood and climbed toward Boluogo.
Come.
His mind was tense to the extreme, and then at a certain moment, when the flesh and blood launched an attack, Boluogo also noticed their existence, and the folding knife full of gaps forcibly chopped off several flesh and blood.
Boluogo moved to another empty space and took a deep breath to control the pressure in his heart.
These flesh and blood looked so familiar. Not long ago, Boluogo was killing them endlessly, but Boluogo was sure that these flesh and blood were completely different from the flesh and blood he faced in the venue.
Similar to rotten roots and buds, but far more terrifying and evil than rotten roots and buds.
"Is that why the Bureau of Order is so resistant to the arrival of the Orangutan Sect?"
Boluogo muttered to himself, clenched the folding knife in his hand, and chopped the flesh and blood that was close to him into thousands of pieces.
