Flesh and blood like rotten roots and shoots rose from the ashes of the earth one after another. Scarlet tentacles and blooming flowers covered the earth layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, the rift valley turned into a stunning sea of flowers, bursting with fragrance.
It was coming, but it contained a disgusting smell of orangutan rot.
Boluogo can be sure that these ghosts are not rotten roots. He can feel it from the previous battles. Under Nadai's fireworks offensive, the rotten roots were retreating step by step.
But the flesh and blood that emerged from under the ashes were different. They crawled out from the burning depths of the ground... maybe it was these flesh and blood that were burned by the high temperature.
Boluoge fled quickly with Aimu on his back. Now is not the time to fight with these ghosts. It doesn't matter if he dies here. He will wake up one day, but if Aimu dies here,
She might really die.
These monsters are so hungry that they decompose everything they touch.
Yes, that's it. Just like those fallen corpses, all the materials that fell into the great rift, whether flesh and blood, steel or brass, were eaten up by these monsters. They were starving at the bottom of the abyss.
Do you know how many years?
No wonder these guys were so excited. The dense flesh and blood covered the entire rock wall in the blink of an eye. Countless slender tentacles stretched out like thousands of outstretched arms, trying to catch Boluogo.
In the eyes of this monster, he must have been a rare living creature for so many years.
Boluogo turned over and crossed a protruding rock. At the same time, he turned around sharply and slashed an arc, cutting off the flesh and blood that was approaching.
So far, the pressure exerted by this monster on Boluogo is not great. Whether it is the attack frequency or the attack strength, it is much worse than the rotten roots and shoots.
Boluogo thought of the high temperature under the ash layer, and pieced together various clues. He felt that there should be a group of eternal fireworks burning deep in the earth, and this monster had been burned by the fireworks for who knows how many years.
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Perhaps it and the fireworks have existed here since the birth of this great rift.
"The Orangutan Sect."
Aimu's voice rang in her ears. While Boluogo was fighting wits and courage with these flesh and blood, she also relied on her only perception to observe these monsters.
"Yes, I guess these things were made by the Orangutan Sect."
Boluogo jumped up and dodged another rolled-up tentacle. Under fatigue and pain, his movements were far less swift than before, like an injured lone wolf, and his steps were staggering, as if he would be injured in the next second.
To fall down.
But no one could catch him.
"With its scarlet flesh, immortal nature, and the fact that the Bureau of Order is so resistant to the arrival of the Orangutan Sect, I guess this ghost must be a creature similar to the Orangutan Sect, but it was imprisoned by the Bureau of Order many years ago.
here."
Boluogo responded while running, piecing together the clues he could think of as reasonably as possible.
"Damn it, so is the fourth group watching this thing? Why couldn't they have said it in advance!"
Boluogo cursed repeatedly. If he had known that there was such a ghost here, he and Aimu would have waited for rescue on the edge of the big rift.
The loud roaring sound continued, and these flesh and blood seemed to gradually wake up from their long sleep. More and more powerful power was integrated into the body, and the tentacles struck powerfully, setting off bursts of smoke and dust.
Boluogo's mind has become completely tense. The more this monster wakes up, the more solid the umbilical cord that Boluogo has connected with the evil has become. Boluogo is very clear about the strange thing that called him before.
It's this monster.
An avalanche is breaking out in the rift valley. Bologg is running in front. The tentacles behind him are rising up one after another, rolling up large tracts of ash. The gray blizzard is advancing all the way. Once swallowed by it, Bologg will be killed in an instant.
The countless mouthparts bite it into pieces.
Thousands of thoughts rushed through Boluogo's mind, and Boluogo once again recalled the fireworks under the layers of ashes and this crazy monster.
This monster has existed since the birth of this great rift, and the fireworks have coexisted with it. The fireworks burned it all day long, causing the monster to die continuously, and its charred body turned into ashes, filling the entire rift little by little.
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As his thoughts continued to race, breaking through layers of constraints, Boluogo suddenly discovered that all the previously unreasonable things seemed to be connected in series.
The fireworks and monsters under this ashes land, the wandering forked roads dominated by tyrants above, and then the Bureau of Order.
This is like a layer of seals, forever binding this abandoned land in darkness.
Familiar words kept flashing in his ears, which was what TEDA said to himself.
"Inside the Great Rift, the Key to the Warp Path cannot be used."
Is this really just because of the environmental impact caused by alchemical waste? Or is it that the Bureau of Order deliberately created such an environment to prevent anyone from passing through the key to the winding path, passing through the Bureau of Order's many defenses, and getting deep into it...
Release this monster.
Yes, they are afraid that someone will release this monster, especially the Orangutan Sect, so the Order Bureau is so concerned about all this.
So what role does the tyrant play in this?
Boluogo felt that something was wrong with all this early on. The tyrant assisted the Bureau of Order in winning the secret war, and the Bureau of Order should pay a price, and this price was to allow the tyrant to occupy an area in the hinterland of the Bureau of Order and make it his territory.
Become a cold arrow buried within the Bureau of Order.
Boluogo felt that under normal circumstances, the Bureau of Order would never allow a devil to be so close to him and manage his own land so blatantly.
Unless the Tyrant's role is more than that, he also exists as part of the defense line to seal this monster.
So... what exactly is this monster?
What kind of existence could make the Bureau of Order so vigilant and set up numerous seals just to make the world forget it forever.
The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, interrupting Bologe's thoughts. Then the ash layer collapsed, and scarlet flesh appeared at Bologe's feet.
Boluogo jumped up high with all his strength, and then the flesh and blood under his feet split into huge mouthparts, which almost swallowed Boluogo.
Jumping to the rock wall on one side, Bologo stabbed out the folding knife with all his strength. It was indeed a weapon produced by the sublimation furnace core. The quality was not good, but at this time, it could still be used.
Boluogo hung completely on the rock wall, with the restless scarlet ocean below.
As I had guessed before, the monster's body covered the entire rift valley, and all the ashes were just the waste that faded away after it burned itself.
Normally, it would sleep under the ash layer and endure the burning of fireworks, but when it senses the presence of food, it will wake up and gnaw on flesh and blood.
All materials thrown into the Great Rift will eventually meet this fate.
"Disaster..."
The voice gently passed by Boluogo's ear. Boluogo thought for a moment that he had heard it wrong, but later he realized that it was what Aimu said.
"Do you know what this is?" Borlog asked loudly.
"Just doubt."
Aimu is not sure about this. Most of her understanding of the world comes from books, but there is a gap between books and reality.
"speak out!"
Boluogo stepped onto the bulge of the rock wall, drew out his folding knife, and relying on his body's explosive power, he jumped up out of thin air for a few seconds, fixing his body higher.
The flesh and blood below were restless. After a short period of avoidance, they failed to find any trace of Boluogo. Compared with the rotten roots and shoots they encountered, these flesh and blood were obviously much clumsier.
It's also possible that they haven't fully woken up yet.
Bologg glanced at the vast rift valley. Compared with the huge size of this guy, what Bologg faced was just a hair.
From this point of view, Boluogo had been walking on this monster before, and he actually tried to use a group of snakes to detect the existence of this monster...
"The evils in this world have concentrated all the evil and evil in the world, and then manifested themselves into existence."
Aimu briefly introduced that she also discovered this information while reading some books, but she did not expect that one day, she would actually be able to use this knowledge.
"Are you saying that this monster is evil incarnate? Like the devil?"
Borogo thought about the devils who represented original sin, and it seemed that evil and devils were somewhat similar.
"No, evil is caused and caused by the devil." Aimu continued.
"What?"
Boluogo didn't react for a while, and only listened to Aimu continue to speak.
"Are you aware of the existence of the Contract School? Through Contractors, people sacrifice their souls to the devil, seek the devil's protection, and thus become devils."
"Like those guys from the Orangutan Sect?"
For Boluogo, the Orangutan Sect is already an old acquaintance, and all the events this time were caused by these madmen.
After the Sublime One sacrifices his soul, he will become a so-called flesh-eater. He can gain strong recovery power just by eating. And a power-bearer like Latis can even fuse with the roots of corruption.
Thus gaining the ability to die.
But these guys all have the ultimate collective name, devil.
People who lose all their souls will gradually transform into demons, and those who lose all their souls will also become even more evil and terrifying demons with extraordinary power.
"Yes, have you ever thought about what would happen if a glorious person sacrificed his soul to the devil, sought protection, and degenerated into a devil?"
Aimu's words pierced Boluogo's heart like a sharp knife. For a moment, he felt that his blood ran cold, and a bone-chilling chill climbed up his spine.
Boluogo lowered his head and looked at the crimson flesh and blood stirring in the ashes and smoke. The madness became more intense as it awakened.
"It is the fall of the Glorious One."
Deep underground, under layers of defenses, the Bureau of Order imprisoned a glorious person who sacrificed his soul to the Scarlet Matron and gained immortality.
