The flesh and blood were broken, blood splattered everywhere, and after being freed from the shackles of the tentacles, Boluogo and Aimu fell directly into a pool of blood, and the crossbow arrow was inserted not far from him. As for the one who was crucified,
The tentacles danced wildly in pain, spraying out more blood.
The impact brought bursts of pain, and Boluogo gradually regained his consciousness. He lay on the ground and struggled a few times, but still couldn't stand up.
While being captured by the tentacles, it crushed Bolog's calf. With the aether exhausted, Bolog was unable to heal the injury at all.
Boluogo could only crawl on the ground with great effort. As he moved his body, he still observed the huge crossbow arrow.
The crossbow arrow itself is made of jet black metal, narrow and sharp. Compared with the crossbow arrow, it is more like a giant spear made of jet black metal. It is specially used to hunt legendary sea monsters or giants.
In short, this weapon was not used to deal with humans from the moment it was created.
There is a shimmer floating on the dark metal surface, and the complicated patterns are flashing. This crossbow is also an alchemical weapon.
"Good news, we are saved."
Boluogo said to Aimu, "I should have triggered some kind of defense mechanism, so it seems that the Desperate Outpost will definitely notice something abnormal here."
The tentacles struggled painfully, and the ground trembled violently. More tentacles were lifted from the ashes. The scarlet flesh was covered with mouthparts like human faces. They opened their mouths wide, and their sharp teeth interacted with each other.
Interlaced and struck, it brings about a tooth-piercing trembling sound.
"The bad news is that the defense mechanism might kill us too."
Boluogo roared and dragged his body, trying his best to avoid contact with the tentacles and keeping a safe distance.
In this case, Boluogo's resistance was meaningless. He could not escape the hunting of these tentacles. What was worse was that he woke up from the evil temptation, but there was still tearing in his mind.
until the pain completely explodes and becomes unbearable.
Boluogo's face was pale, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. His expert instinct allowed him to make the wisest judgment.
He let go of Aimu and protected her. In this case, Boluogo didn't worry about his own life or death. Now he only needed to protect Aimu. Even if he died, he would ask others to recover it.
Just fine.
The tentacles in front of him suddenly lifted up, but at this moment more whistling sounds were heard, and crossbow arrows shot through the air one after another, accurately shooting these awakened tentacles.
Above Boluogo's head, and higher above the sacred city, continuous buildings are like a ring, built along the steep cliff. On the extended platform, a large crossbow platform fires continuously at the awakening tentacles below.
.
This complex of buildings that resembled the Wandering Fork Road had a name that Boluogo was very familiar with, but had never witnessed with his own eyes.
Desperate Outpost.
"Be careful not to hit that unlucky guy."
The steady voice sounded in the minds of the crossbowmen, and then was torn apart by the whistling sound of the crossbow arrows.
After the man finished his instructions, he looked down from the high platform to the abyss below. The Holy City stood quietly in it. In the place of the Golden Palace, a huge sunken pit took its place. The huge pit was burning with raging fire, as if it reached hell.
The depths of it, and the never-ending foehn wind comes from here.
Turning his gaze to the outside of the city gate, dots of scarlet awakened from the ground. At the same time, crossbow arrows were fired intermittently, penetrating the flesh and nailing them back to the earth.
In this roaring doomsday scene, a figure fell in the middle, as if dead.
Seeing that figure, Holt's expression was a little complicated.
"This guy actually touched this..."
Holt felt something was not good. Lebius had reminded him a few days ago that this Borogo Lazarus would always give people unexpected surprises. He hoped that the search and rescue of the fourth team could be faster to avoid
Borogo discovered these things.
Holt didn't care much at first. In the desperate situation of the Abandoned Land, with only the first-stage ability, Boluogo couldn't go very far, let alone reach the core area or even reach the sacred city.
It is a miracle that Boluogo can guarantee not to die in the outer area.
But now the facts are unfolding before our eyes. Boluogo has touched this place quietly, and the Desperate Outpost is not aware of it at all.
"According to our judgment, he should have fallen outside, so the search and rescue team has been wandering around the outside..."
The man standing next to Holt analyzed. He had thick glasses on his face and looked knowledgeable.
He did not expect that in the face of unknown circumstances, Boluogo was not afraid of danger and chose to go deep into the abandoned land. Moreover, he also escaped the continuous foehn winds.
In the view of the adjutant, the entire abandoned land itself is a large self-circulating cage. The etheric vacuum constructed by the Silent Line of Defense can turn any Sublimer who sets foot on the place back to a mortal form, and the evil and light will be triggered together.
The foehn wind is enough to destroy anyone who tries to get close, not to mention that sometimes the evil will wake up briefly and rely on instinct to eat.
"Evan, stop analyzing, the fact is that this guy really got here," Holt shook his head and interrupted Evan, "Now it's better to think about how to explain this to him in the future."
"By the way, can the Border Sanatorium help clear his memory?" Holt asked again, "Rather than making up lies to explain, it would be safer to delete the memory directly."
As the leader of the fourth group, the Abyss Watchers, there are only two things Holt needs to do: watch this place to keep it in this dead state forever, and the other is to bury the secret here forever to avoid any
People who are not authorized to learn the story here.
"Sorry, we don't have similar cooperation with border sanatoriums. To be precise, in recent years, there have been no examples of people who accidentally entered the abandoned land, witnessed the sacred city, and survived," Evan said calmly.
"Then let him go like this?" Holt wondered.
"This depends on your discussion with Lebius," Evan put his hand on the whistle attached to his ear. After a few seconds, he continued, "Lebius is already on the way.
Already."
Holt was silent for a while, looking down gloomily.
While the pitch-black crossbow arrows penetrated the earth and crushed flesh and blood, these rows of pitch-black iron pillars also echoed each other. Together they formed some kind of alchemical matrix. The blue arcs stirred on the surface of the metal, like some obscure and incomprehensible thing.
runes, and then they were connected together to form an electric holy word.
Dazzling thunder surrounded the crossbow arrows, and then exploded into a fleeting thunderstorm. The roaring thunder struck the surrounding materials, and the thick ashes were easily penetrated, and even the flesh and blood hidden underneath changed.
Became dirty blood.
Bologg pressed Aimu and hid under layers of thunderstorms. The loud roar destroyed Bologg's hearing, and blood overflowed along the ear canal.
"We're still alive!"
Boluogo opened his mouth and yelled at Amu.
Although he couldn't hear his own voice, Boluogo felt that he was yelling. He wanted to continue to say something, but his vision fell into darkness uncontrollably, and his consciousness became heavy until he fainted.
Bologo had reached his limit, and the successive injuries accumulated, killing him completely.
After the thunder, the awakened flesh and blood were suppressed by some invisible force. No matter how hard they struggled, their own support continued to collapse, as if a pair of big hands grabbed them and dragged them back under the ashes.
The fireworks burned into ashes all over the sky.
"The repression is over."
The report sounded in his mind. Holt motioned to Evan beside him. Evan pulled the lever on the side. After a few shudders, the platform under his feet began to slowly descend.
The descent lasted for several minutes, and Holt arrived at the abandoned place covered with ashes. He had been stationed here for many years, but to this day he is still not used to the feeling of this etheric vacuum.
Arriving at the gate of the Holy City, Evan checked the condition of the gate and saw that it was still closed. Evan felt relieved a lot. Holt stood next to Boluogo's body and looked at the scar.
Tired guy.
"Is this guy dead? Can we just leave him here?" Holt frowned slightly, but he didn't expect Boluogo to die at the critical moment.
Evan pushed up his glasses and explained, "Team leader, he is an immortal. If you take the body out, he will come back to life."
"Ah, is that so? Did Lebius mention this?"
"I mentioned it, but you probably forgot."
There was no helplessness in Evan's tone. He was already used to the team leader's appearance.
"Really, my memory is getting worse and worse. It's time for me to retire, Evan."
Holt said as he picked up Boluogo's body with one hand. At this time, the ground beneath his feet trembled slightly, and a scarlet tentacle lifted up again. It seemed to be a fish that had slipped through the net during the suppression just now.
"Team leader, you are only thirty-seven years old this year. You are in your prime. There is still some time before retirement."
Evan stood next to Holt expressionlessly, and Holt raised his hand casually. The huge ether disappeared in an instant, and the scarlet tentacles were crushed into fragments all over the sky in an instant.
"Am I only thirty-seven this year?" Holt looked surprised, then rubbed his head helplessly, "I think I'm almost eighty-five. When can I retire? I'm really in this damn place.
Enough of waiting..."
Holt kept complaining, and Evan sighed in a low voice. After hearing this kind of complaint for a long time, he found it quite annoying, but this was his team leader, so he couldn't say anything.
The two were about to leave, but Holt stopped again. He noticed something, and then looked at the thing protected by Boluogo.
A charred, shimmering mass of scrap metal.
"Have Lebius mentioned that there is such a thing?"
