On a winter night, there are fine snowflakes floating outside the window, densely covering the windows, the fire in the fireplace is burning quietly, exuding a warm atmosphere, and the hot tea on the table exudes bursts of aroma, which makes people feel warm.
and comfort.
The noise of the TV and the quiet sound of the fireplace echoed alternately, and Boluogo's tense nerves couldn't help but relax, and he fell into a drowsy state.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, a sound of footsteps woke up Boluogo. When he opened his eyes, the old man came to Boluogo carrying a plate of freshly baked cookies.
"Want a piece?" she asked.
Boluogo nodded, reached out to pick up a piece, and bit off a corner, feeling a little more sweet in his mouth.
"It's delicious," said Bologna.
The old man smiled, and then sat next to Boluogo. The two of them sat on the sofa, facing the black and white TV, which was playing strange programs, and the host kept talking about irrelevant things.
.
The clock on the wall ticked gently, and there was a crisp ticking sound.
For the first time in a long time, Bologo felt a kind of inner peace. A soft blanket wrapped around his body. Compared with the days he spent in prison before, everything Bologo experienced now made him feel ecstatic.
.
Then there is nothingness.
Boluogo was like a kite with its string broken, being swept up into the sky, wandering endlessly with no fixed abode.
Listening to the slightly heavy breathing beside him, Boluogo even thought that if the old man didn't lend a helping hand, he might be hiding in a cold alley now, or he might go to the corner of the church to make do.
Stay...Bologo doesn't know where to go.
This sounds strangely ironic. Bologg has longed for freedom for so long, but when he was truly free, Bologg was panicked.
"How have you been these past years?" the old man asked.
"Not bad," Boluogo thought for a while and emphasized again, "not bad, just take care of food and shelter."
Burlogo then asked, "What about you?"
"Well...just like ordinary people."
The old man briefly told his story over the years. In her opinion, those were all boring stories, but Boluoge listened with great interest.
"Did what I said make you a little impatient?" The old man noticed the change in Boluogo.
"No, I'm not impatient," Bologg shook his head, "I like hearing you talk about this... How are the others?"
"Most of them died."
The old man said, "You also know that all of them are drunkards and gamblers. Even if they make a lot of money, they will be penniless in the end, let alone live a good life."
"It sounds quite regrettable."
"There is nothing to regret. It is the life they chose... just like my own choice."
Bologg thought for a while, and from the old man's mouth, Bologg learned that her life was just as he expected, doing good deeds endlessly, until she was in her old age, waiting for peace to come.
"You are surprisingly dedicated," said Borogo.
"I just realized that I am an ordinary person. Instead of being mediocre, I should find ways to create some value," the old man said. "This will make me feel at peace in my heart."
Boluogo did not continue, "Is it worth it?"
There was a moment of silence between the two, and then the old man suddenly asked.
"Have you created any value? Boluogo."
"I am not sure."
"Then are you going to create any value?"
"I never thought about it."
There was a smile on the old man's face. She was as kind as the one depicted on the sculpture in the church. She slowly stood up and grabbed the crutch beside her.
"So do you have a place to live?"
Boluogo shook his head, "No."
"You really have nothing, not only materially, but also spiritually."
The old man paused and concluded, "You are also a poor guy."
Boluogo smiled and said in his heart, "But I will not die like those guys."
"If you want, you can sleep here, on this sofa, how about it?" The old man patted the sofa.
Bologg moved his body naturally and then lay down on his back. The sofa was a bit small. His feet stretched out directly and hung in the air. His neck struggled to rest on the armrest. Bologg changed a few more positions.
Finally curled up on the sofa.
"not bad."
Boluogo enjoyed the sofa and nodded, "Not bad."
The old man left, and Boluogo sat on the sofa and gradually fell into sleep. He dreamed of a battlefield full of mist, and a terrifying monster was devouring him bit by bit.
…
The mouth of the first table was full of blood, and there were meat residues between the teeth. The broken body grew twisted with flesh and blood, and sections of deformed white bones protruded from his wounds and stuck on the ground, supporting the twisted body.
of flesh and blood.
The first table at this moment is like a huge spider, waiting for the next step of eating.
Boluogo fell under the bone cage in the first seat. His eyes lost focus. The Supreme Secret Sword was wrapped in the power of the Glory One. The wound on his chest seemed to be unhealable. Even his immortal body could not be healed for a while.
It is difficult to offset this damage.
His throat trembled slightly. Bologg looked at the sky with empty eyes. He made a meaningless sound as if he was about to say something. At the same time, blood surged up and overflowed his throat.
"Drown in your sweet dreams."
For the first time, he raised the Soul Confession Sword again. At this moment, he no longer wanted to play the notes and join them into a magnificent Confession Song, but to think of ways to eat up Bologo's flesh and blood.
As long as the flesh and blood of a person in power is devoured, the First Seat will still have the ability to continue fighting.
Only this time, before the soul-repenting sword could be pierced, the roar of ether could be heard behind him.
"You are just an illusion..."
Nethaniel indifferently passed over the illusory figure, broke away from the influence of the Repentance Song, and headed towards the first seat to attack at high speed.
Aimu, Jeffrey and others were still nearby. In order to protect them, Nathaniel could only temporarily restrain the power of the secret energy. The terrible heat subsided, leaving only the extreme ether power and slamming into the third person.
One body.
At the moment of contact, Nethanil smashed the white bones extending out of the first seat with a punch. The sword of soul confession turned and slashed towards Nethaniel. At this moment, the supreme secret sword had already played enough notes.
Once you are cut by it, you will fall into a sweet dream.
As a person of glory, this power is not enough to completely affect Nethaniel, and a person with power like Boluogo obviously does not have the ability to resist. The moment he was hit, Boluogo was completely captured by the power and sank.
Entered into a dream.
This is a gentle yet cruel supreme secret sword, allowing people to die peacefully in their sleep.
In the brief moment when the two of them fought, another figure moved.
Aimu threw Xilin's body towards Jeffrey. With all her strength, she pounced directly on Boluogo under the first seat.
She was too familiar with the protection of the first seat, which came from the power of the Orangutan Sect. Aimu didn't have time to think about how the first seat of the King's Secret Sword had such power. She knew that she wanted to kill the third seat.
For one, all blood food must be cut off.
Boluogo, the undead, is undoubtedly the best flesh and blood for the first seat. Aimu must find a way to awaken Boluogo. As for himself, he is just a piece of iron, and he is worthless to the first seat.
The first seat noticed Aimu's approach, and so did Nethaniel. The soul-repenting sword swept towards Aimu, and at the same time, the billowing mist of seizing years poured out from around the first seat, like an erupting tsunami.
Nathaniel decisively dispersed the ether to suppress the age-destroying fog, but even if he reacted in time, a large amount of deadly fog still spread out.
The moment he came into contact with the mist, the alchemical matrix on Amu's body quickly flashed. The dark second skin covering the body began to decay and break, revealing the metal body underneath. Then the alchemical metal also became
It was stained with rust.
Aimu could feel that his body was aging rapidly, his hair fell one by one, and the shiny metal turned into filth.
This kind of time acceleration not only affects the material level, Aimu's ether is also caught in the high-speed overflow. Almost in an instant, she is about to turn into a ball of scrap metal, with only layers of steel left.
The perpetual motion core still maintains its integrity.
The deadly white mist condensed around the first seat, and was about to accelerate everything. As it decayed, an etheric reaction suddenly rose from the edge of the battlefield.
The freely spreading mist suddenly turned and became entangled together, outlining the trajectory of the wind.
A rapid whistling wind roared from a distance, as powerful as a broken bamboo. It swept the gloomy plague of decay and quickly swept around the first seat, relying on its own ether, the remaining plague of decay, and the age-destroying fog.
There was a fierce reaction.
The air currents were mixed together, and the mist surged wildly, like thousands of horses galloping. As the ether burned completely, the wind also rose to its maximum, and a local storm was slowly forming.
The monstrous wind made all the sand and dust on the ground tremble continuously. The roar of the strong wind seemed to be mixed with some indescribable ghost sounds, clearing away the haze.
Aimu saw the figure at the end of the violent wind. Palmer supported the dying Lebius, and with a burst of revelry, he threw his weapon at Sao Feng.
The power of the Prayer is obviously difficult to shake the power of the Glory One, but for these illusions, Palmer can still indirectly interfere by affecting the weather of the entire area.
"Deputy Director!"
Palmer's shout came with the wind. The mist squirmed slightly for a moment under the strong wind, and then returned to the control of the first seat. But by this time, Palmer's goal had been achieved.
The dense blades broke through the wind and hit the first seat with a clanging sound. Palmer's behavior angered the first seat. He never thought that a believer would dare to offend him like this.
At the same time, there was a strange sound in the wind. Nathaniel noticed this, and then reached out to grab the steel in the wind. Then he drew out a sharp sword light and struck it with the Sword of Repentance.
"It's rare for a boy from the Cracks family to be reliable."
Holding the Immovable Sword in his hand, even Nathaniel couldn't help but admire Palmer's promptness this time.
The ether amplification in the extreme realm was too powerful, and at least there were weapons that could carry this power. Therefore, for a long time, Nathaniel was like a boxer, only fighting with his bare hands.
To put it bluntly, as the Glorious One, who else is worthy of Nethanil's use of weapons?
Until facing the first seat.
The ultimate power of the Glorious One level was poured into the Immovable Sword, and the full power caused the sword's light to surge by a few points. This time, Nesanil no longer avoided the slashing of the Soul Repenting Sword, but directly confronted it.
Together.
Amidst the deafening sound of swords, Aimu grabbed the fallen Bologg. She knew that Bologg was under the influence of the Requiem, and crazy hallucinations dominated his mind.
There was no time to ask for Bolog's consent. Even if he was angry afterwards, he might as well apologize to him. The cumbersome light track once again dominated Aimu's body. This time it was no longer a superficial overlap. Aimu had to go deep into Boluogo.
Only with Ge's mind can he be saved from the power of the Glorious One.
"It's my turn to save you this time."
Aimu continued to shout as if to muster up courage.
"I'm here to save you! Bologo!"
Secret energy·heart shadow.
The figures overlapped, and then the Soul Confession Sword swept across the position where Aimu was just now, and billowing white mist passed by. Boluogo's flesh and blood quickly rotted, and pus and blood continued to flow.
While fighting, Nethanil did not forget to kick Bologo, kicking him several meters away, and then the terrible heat wave erupted again.
"Why not die! First seat!"
Nethanil roared angrily, and the immobile sword, wrapped in high temperatures, poked bloody wounds on the ferocious and deformed body of the first seat. As soon as the blood spilled out, the wounds quickly burned into charcoal.
After the fierce battle of the Shadow King and the impact of the plague of decay, in front of the prosperous Nathaniel, it was only a matter of time before the first position was defeated.
Now the first seat has fallen into a desperate situation, and the lion in front of him is furious. This is a rare opportunity to kill the king's secret sword, the king's shield guard, and Hesitation Chalu in the abyss of this great rift.
For a moment, Nathaniel seemed to agree with the decision-making room's decision, and at this cruel cost, he completely cut off the abscess growing on the Oath City of Opos.
The burning desire to die almost penetrated into the heart of the first seat, and he seemed to collapse, and he couldn't help but let out a terrifying scream.
This cannot go on any longer.
The next moment everything froze, whether it was the strong wind or the mist, even Nethanil's slashes were frozen in the air. In this frozen scene, even the scattered blood beads and dust became clear.
It became visible.
Something is coming, that crazy noise from the eternal night, she is striding towards here.
The first one groaned in pain. The wound on his chest gradually cracked and expanded, and blood gurgled out. However, it did not fall to the ground. Instead, it defied gravity and rose upwards.
The blood traced an elegant arc in mid-air. A bloody arm was the first to condense out. The palm of its hand reached into the wound and pulled out a white bone. Then more white bones proliferated, covered with flesh and blood, and soon a
A lady covered in blood grew out of the wound on the first table, her waist and abdomen gently curved, like a crescent moon.
The first lady looked at her and begged, "Madam, I have given everything to you."
A bell-like smile rang. She smiled and stretched out her hand, teasingly putting her hand into No. 1's mouth. Before she could feel the warmth and softness of her fingertips, No. 1 bit her finger off in one bite.
, chewing the precious flesh and blood.
When the flesh and blood was eaten, the woman also disappeared, as if she had never existed. The stagnant time and space was full of cracks. At the same time, the first seat also felt that something seemed to be missing deep in his heart.
The first seat once again lost a corner of his soul, like a broken stained glass, but as long as he could survive, this was not a problem for him.
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As long as you can survive, you can give up many things.
Living is everything and infinite possibilities.
In an instant, the endless hunger in the first seat was filled. The flesh and blood given by the devil gave him extremely strong vitality. The injuries caused by Nathanil's slashing and stabbing were quickly repaired, tendons were reconnected, flesh and blood was reorganized, and even
It is said that a dense bone layer covers the body surface of the first seat, like a stomach covered with white bones.
The stagnation was completely broken, and the first seat reveled in the sword of soul confession, playing a roaring music.
At the moment of metal collision, the burst of sword sounds turned into a dizzy melody, and chaotic hallucinations flashed back in front of Nathaniel's eyes, but he was not immersed in the beauty. Every time her figure appeared, he
Feeling that the first seat was a blasphemy to his memory would only make Nathaniel feel even more resentful.
"Damn bastard!"
Nethanil roared across the sword blade, and the rolling heat wave turned into a deadly foehn wind, sweeping away a large amount of fog in an instant and drying the ground. The shock wave continued for several kilometers until it hit the edge of the large crack and collapsed. A large area of rock.
In a fit of rage, First Seat had already disappeared from the spot. Nathaniel caught his movements and saw him rushing directly towards Jeffrey. From the beginning to the end, his target was Xilin's body.
Rather than saying that the King of Terror needs Xilin's body, it is better to say that the Scarlet Matron needs Xilin's body.
Only in this way can the royal family's rule continue and she can continue to control this behemoth. The first seat must bring Xilin back. Only in this way can he live longer.
The battle between the Glorious Ones was measured in seconds. When Nathaniel set out to pursue, the first seat was almost approaching Jeffrey, and Xilin was just a few feet away. At this critical moment, the first seat fell aside. , the almost corpse-like Boluogo suddenly twitched, and his eyelids trembled slightly, as if they were about to open.
"Empty is just a poor imitation of loneliness, and my life is like a smoking gun."
The faint sound of singing woke up Boluogo. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sofa. The window was dim and snowflakes were falling.
Boluogo felt that he had been lying here for many days, or it seemed that he had only been lying here for a short while.
The tape recorder was playing a radio program. I remember it was a music program hosted by Dudel. The song echoed in the narrow room. Boluogo liked the song quite a lot and started humming along with the song.
"The ghost without a name is burning, calling the same words over and over again."
The sound of footsteps came, and the old man came to him carrying a plate of biscuits that Boluogo loved to eat.
"How did you sleep?" she asked.
"Not bad," Boluogo thought for a while, "I feel like I had a dream, a very long dream."
"What did you dream about?"
"I can't remember clearly," Boluogo hesitated, "but I feel like I forgot something?"
"Can't you remember?"
"Um."
"Since I can't remember it, it probably isn't something important."
Boluogo nodded in agreement, smiled, and no longer struggled with the content of the dream.
The two sat together quietly, as always, Boluogo ate cookies and listened to her friend talk about her experiences over the years. In the end, she had nothing to say, so the two listened to the songs on the radio. .
Just listen to the singing voice and continue singing.
"I suddenly discovered the reason why I kept running away."
Boluogo somewhat liked this song.
"I want to push this door open, and the more I knock, the more excited I get, and the more excited I get, the harder I knock.
I'm going to break out of the door!"
The voice was powerful and emphasized repeatedly, as if to break through the shackles and break through the heavy, symbolic door.
"Why don't you go out and have a look? Bologna."
Suddenly, the old man responded to the meaning of the song and asked Bologo.
"Go out?" Boluogo didn't understand why she said this at this time.
"Yeah, you've been here long enough, why don't you go out and have a look?" The old man shook his head in confusion, "You don't want to stay here with an old guy like me, do you?"
"Is there anything wrong with this?" Boluogo asked, "You are my friend, you took me in."
"But you're here on loan... you can't sleep on the sofa all the time, Borogo."
The old man continued to shake his head, denying Boluogo's words, "I have my own life, and you, you should also have your own life."
"My life is..."
"Your life is not what it is right now."
As if the old man knew what he was thinking, she stood up and emphasized, "I have shared my life with you, but what about your life?"
"I...I have nothing to say."
"Yes, it is precisely because there is nothing to tell that you have to live your own life, experience everything, and have your own story!"
Boluogo didn't understand why the old man suddenly became so excited. He didn't understand what was wrong with staying here. Then, Boluogo heard a knock on the door.
Someone was knocking on the door, which overlapped with the singing.
"The other end of the door was locked so tightly that I shouted loudly."
Boluogo was stunned for a moment. He heard someone calling him. It seemed that someone was calling his name behind the door.
An inexplicable emotion swelled and grew in Boluogo's chest. It grew bigger and bigger, and even the house could not be restrained. The knocking on the door became louder and louder, and the singing on the radio became louder and louder.
The stronger it became, almost shattering Boluogo's eardrums, and it seemed that everything was about to fall into some kind of collapse.
"Knock harder!"
"Knock harder!"
"Knock harder!"
Boluogo stared blankly at the exiting door. At this moment, the door shook violently, as if someone was trying to break into the house. She kicked the door with all her strength and smashed the lock, as if venting her anger.
The old man pushed Boluogo gently from behind, and she complained.
"I can't always stay with you, Boluogo, and you can't always rely on me... Am I your mother?"
Boluogo looked back at her and she continued.
"You can't stay trapped in this house forever, I will feel guilty."
Boluogo said in a strange way, "You have nothing to feel guilty about...I am the one who should feel guilty."
The old man grabbed Boluogo's hand, guided him, tried to put his hand on the handle, and pushed the door open, but suddenly cracks appeared on the door, and then someone kicked it open completely.
.
A strange yet familiar figure stood at the door, hunched over and panting.
"Boluogo, you... you are really hard to find."
Aimu looked at Boluogo with a tired face. She realized that Boluogo was really autistic. Even if the images in his mind completely overlapped, it was difficult to find his thoughts.
"If you're sorry, let's talk about it later. We have to get out of here!" Aimu stood up and grabbed Boluogo's hand directly, trying to take him away.
Boluogo was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly called out her name, "Aimu?"
As the name was evoked, a wave of memories emerged in Boluogo's mind. He was confused and panicked at first, and then felt unbelievable fear.
Boluogo ignored Aimu, but slowly looked at the old man behind him.
The old man looked at Boluogo with a smile, and saw that his eyes gradually sobered up from fear, and finally turned into a familiar sense and coldness.
Burlogo asked calmly, "Are you Adele?"
The old man just smiled.
Aimu became alert. She remembered the name of the person who had saved Boluogo. The power of Requiem actually evoked such hallucinations in Boluogo. With Boluogo's persistence, he might sink completely.
in.
She didn't want to doubt Bologg's willpower, but she couldn't judge the connection between Bologg and Adele. Maybe Bologg would really stay here for this. As long as Adele stretched out her hand to him.
Just as Aimu was trying to think of a way to break the deadlock, Boluogo took a deep breath and asked, "If you were really Adele... what would you do?"
The old man still had that smile, she said softly.
"It's time for you to leave, Boluogo."
Boluogo's expression suddenly relaxed, and he smiled with relief, "You are indeed Adele."
Faced with such a strange conversation, Aimu was completely at a loss.
At this time, Boluogo said, "That weird hallucination should be based on our memories to trap us in beautiful dreams."
Aimu whispered, "But she... released you."
"Because this is really what Adele can do."
When Boluogo mentioned this, his tone was somewhat proud. He looked at the young lady in front of him and praised, "You are still as beautiful as I remember."
After saying that, Boluogo grabbed Aimu's hand tightly and said, "It's time to take me away."
…
The power of the Glorious One was approaching. Perhaps he had been visited by the God of Death too many times today. When the first seat came, Jeffrey did not have the slightest fear, but felt extremely calm inside.
Jeffrey knew very clearly that he could not stop the first seat, so he could only use all his strength to throw Xilin far away, using this weak action to resist the first seat.
Thinking of this, Jeffrey suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Under the suppression of this power, there was so little they could do.
Xilin's body fell heavily to the flat ground in the distance, causing a burst of smoke and dust. Jeffrey lost his strength and fell to the ground. He saw a bloody figure passing over his head, and white mist was dragged behind him.
The moment the mist touched Jeffrey, dense wrinkles appeared on his face and a few strands of hair became white.
Jeffrey was suffocating.
The roar followed the first one, and just as he passed Jeffrey and rushed towards Xilin, a slight sting came from his back, and an almost broken dagger was inserted into his body.
In the distance, Boluogo struggled to get up from the pool of blood, raised his hand, and kept throwing.
After countless battles, the Phantom Dagger finally ushered in its collapse.
In an instant, ether roared, bursting out and twisting on the back of the first seat.
It is true that Boluogo's power cannot interfere with the first seat, but what about borrowing the power of the winding path through the ether?
The fragmentation of the phantom dagger detonated the distortion of the winding path, instantly forming a huge sphere. The space and time in the sphere became unstable, as if it might collapse at any time. The broken edge flashed with thunder, and was completely filled with energy.
pack.
The twisted path directly covered most of the first seat's body. Even if it could not kill the first seat, it greatly slowed down the speed of the first seat. His whole figure seemed to be delayed, and the electric current hit him.
The flesh and blood were stained, and the broken winding path cut countless blood marks on the body.
This is the limit that Boluogo can achieve. Everyone has reached the limit, and the rest can only be left to Nethaniel.
The golden lion trampled the ground and roared in filial piety.
The first person stretched out his hand, infinitely reaching for the body lying on the ground. When he was about to touch it, a bloody cross sword light bloomed out of thin air.
The winding path was torn apart again, and Mohu's figure walked out of the cross sword light and stood directly next to Xilin's body. Under the gaze of the first seat, he picked him up.
"stop!"
The first one roared and attacked the man, and cut off the man's head with a sword at a speed beyond imagination. He had just walked out of the cross sword light. The next second, the head was abandoned high, and the headless body became stiff.
After a few seconds, he fell down.
The twisted and deformed hand grabbed the cylinder, and the first seat was filled with surging ecstasy. He was finally about to get the cylinder, and at this moment, a faster blade came through the air.
Seeing such a scene, Nathaniel knew that he could no longer keep Xilin's body, so he made the craziest decision.
The secret energy of the day produced huge heat that almost burned the Immovable Sword red. The ether amplification of the extreme realm was poured into the blade, throwing it like a meteor and nailing it to Xilin's body, vowing to kill him upon contact.
In an instant, his body was reduced to ashes.
The first person raised the Soul Confession Sword to block. After a roaring impact, the Soul Confession Sword was knocked away, and the arm holding the sword was also broken by the huge force transmitted. The Immovable Sword penetrated the first
Xi's body then penetrated Xilin's corpse, pushing the corpse into the ground, shattering it for tens of meters, sinking deep into the earth before slowly stopping.
The first person stared blankly at the impaled body and yelled crazily.
"how dare you!"
He cursed at Nethaniel.
Nethaniel smiled disdainfully. He had wanted to do this for a long time, destroying the cylinder with his own hands, but the next second Nethaniel's eyes stiffened, and his body seemed to be frozen, standing where he was.
land.
Not only Nathaniel, Bologo, Jeffrey, but also Palmer and Lebius in the distance, everyone who could get a glimpse of this battlefield was stunned.
In the dim room, Mammon stood up slowly behind the TV. Under the huge screen, Belphegor, who was spying on everything through Lebius's sight, was staring blankly at the screen.
A picture that exceeded his expectations appeared.
In the gray world, the astronaut raised his head and looked at the clear blue planet and whispered.
"Welcome back."
The first person slowly turned his head and looked along their line of sight. Inside the sunken earth scar, the figure who was supposed to be dead stood up slowly. He grabbed the hilt of the Immovable Sword.
, and pulled it out from the abdomen bit by bit. Not a trace of blood spilled from the wound, but pure ether was flowing.
He opened his eyes, like a child with golden eyes, looking at everyone on the battlefield indifferently.
First seat's heart was completely cold, and his cognition completely collapsed at this moment. He could not understand what was happening in front of him, but his instinct made the choice for him, and he moved his body almost subconsciously.
, trying to escape from the battlefield.
He couldn't win. In his current state, he had no chance of winning against the returning existence in front of him.
But as soon as the first seat made a move, the whole person froze in place. This was not because he was frightened by fear, but because another force completely imprisoned him, as if there were countless pairs of big hands, choking him.
It covered every inch of his torso and locked every moving joint of his muscles and bones.
The first seat turned his head with difficulty, and saw the god raising his hand. The complicated and dense patterns emerged and shone on his arms. He made a strangulation movement, and the chains of nothingness completely dominated the first seat's body.
Secret Energy·Kingdom Territory.
Xilin clenched his fists hard and tied the chains tightly. The first meal was like a ripe and rotten fruit, and a large amount of blood was squeezed out of the body, spurting out and turning into a rain of blood.
