Once, when one looked up along the cliff of the abandoned land, one could only glimpse the wandering fork in the road covered with clouds. Now that sinful place has disappeared, the hazy sunlight can actually shine directly into the bottom of this dark crack. Even though the light has weakened a lot,
But this still gives people like Holt, who have lived in the shadows for many years, a sense of relief.
"Hell, have we always lived in this kind of environment?"
Relief is followed by endless complaints.
Director of the Desperate Outpost, Holt looked at the dust in the light and sniffed hard, "I said why do I always get rhinitis? It's all because of this damn place."
"Team leader, please be quiet. As a high-level condenser, a minor disease like rhinitis will never happen to you. And no matter how much you complain, it will not change the environment, and it will not be helpful for the next actions."
A cold voice sounded from the side, Holt's adjutant, Evan said.
"Didn't you hear that I was telling a joke?" Holt asked.
"Team leader, are you sure this is a good time to joke?"
Evan didn't really want to pay attention to Holt's joke. He moved his eyes away from the troublesome team leader and gave instructions to the others.
"Intensify the firepower, we can't let anyone go, not even a piece of flesh and blood!"
Field staff had already guarded the narrow thoroughfare leading from the Greystone Rift Valley to the Abandoned Land. After hearing Evan's instructions, the staff on the front line increased their firepower as it was literally meant.
Dozens of tongues of fire erupted, burning the approaching zombies and the spreading carpet of flesh and blood to ashes. In addition, gunfire also continued to shoot into the sea of fire.
From time to time, strong ether reactions rise from the sea of fire, and streams of light hit the staff, which are offset by the ether barrier that covers everyone. Some high-level sublimation practitioners are in position nearby, ready to go out and hunt at any time.
Hostile high-level sublimators.
Long before the fall of Greystone Town, the joint offensive of the Orang Rot Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court had crossed the town and advanced along the Greystone Rift Valley. However, at this important road, they encountered stubborn resistance from the Bureau of Order.
The narrow terrain left no room for the two sides to avoid, and they could only engage in head-on firefights, with the tips of the knives colliding.
Holt stood behind the crowd. As the person in charge of this operation, he seemed casual, but his eyes never took away from the battlefield for a moment.
Watching the abandoned place is indeed a comfortable job, but if something happens to the abandoned place, it will be a big deal.
At this time, Holt has already thought of a series of countermeasures. For example, once the defense line is defeated, he will take action, smash the rock wall, and let the gravel block the important road. If the enemy can still invade, then the desperate outpost
The station will turn into a fortress, a fort, and continue to fire back at the enemy.
However, the above scenarios are unlikely. Holt does not think that the enemy can cross this tight defense line. What really makes Holt uneasy is another thing.
“Are the evils in this world still stable?”
Holt turned to look at the abandoned place shrouded in ashes. Even from such a distance, he could still clearly see the dim fire rising from the ruins.
"The core area is relatively stable, but the flesh and blood in the outer area has become more and more restless, as if it has been disturbed by some kind of force."
The voices of the team members rang out in the Heart Network. In addition to his voice, there was also the sound of a series of volleys of crossbows.
"We are doing our best to suppress it."
On the high platform of the desperate outpost, the giant slaver continued to fire, shooting black arrows one after another towards the squirming flesh and blood below. Continuous lightning burst out, creating a low-altitude thunderstorm below. The thunder continued, and all the flesh and blood stretched out.
They fester, but after a few seconds, they grow back again and climb quickly along the cliff.
"Someone is trying to awaken the evil in this world. He is a member of the Orangutan Sect...I am very curious about where he is?"
While Holt was supervising the battle and stabilizing the situation, he was spreading his etheric perception, trying to find important figures on the enemy's side in this chaotic battlefield.
As long as he finds the opponent, with the strength of Holt's defender, he is confident that he can quickly deal with the opponent. Even if the enemy has the same defender, he is confident that he can kill the target before the opponent's defender can react.
But the problem is that Holt has searched several times and has never found the target. Who knows what the Orangutan Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court are plotting, so Holt can only stabilize the defense line and dare not attack rashly.
"How's the situation over there in Greystone Town?"
"The last news came more than ten minutes ago. It is said that it has been completely destroyed."
Another voice sounded in my mind, coming from the Heart Network of the Bureau of Order.
Holt sighed. This was what he expected. The enemy's attack this time was much greater than he imagined. The Orangutan Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court advanced together, as if the devil behind them made a decision at the same time.
Determined to carry out a bloody purpose.
"Any new instructions from the decision-making room?" Holt asked,
After a few seconds, a cold voice sounded.
"Stick to your post."
Such an answer was also within Holt's conjecture. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the pressure of the ether was silently released. This was not only a threat to the enemies, but also released such a message to the enemies.
In front of them is a base keeper. If they want to cross this line, they must pay the appropriate price, such as letting another base keeper confront Holt.
This is the fastest way to end a fight.
The ripples of ether passed by everyone silently, but on the other side of the sea of fire, the enemy's offensive did not weaken much. The zombies rushed out of the sea of fire one after another and rushed towards the staff, while the crazy bloodthirsty people hid.
In the tide of zombies, look for opportunities to launch surprise attacks.
Holt watched them warily, until at a certain moment he suddenly had a strange and subtle feeling, as if something was slowly flowing through his body, like invisible clear water.
After a brief trance, Holt immediately raised his vigilance and released the manic ether roar, washing the surrounding space indiscriminately like a torrent.
Evan quickly evacuated to one side. He knew that his team leader had some mental problems, but he never made mistakes on some key things.
Many people think that Holt is a lazy and decadent person. Even though he is the youngest defender in the Bureau of Order, only Evan knows that it is not a mediocre and indulgent person who can keep the Abandoned Land stable for so many years.
people can do it.
During the baptism of the ether, Holt was keenly aware of the anomalies in the surrounding space. Something seemed to be around him, distorting matter to a certain extent.
"who?"
Holt shouted loudly, the alchemical matrix spread on the body surface, and the glow rose.
In an instant, the crooked curvature of the space became larger. As if Holt was about to tear the space apart, he swung his sword with all his strength and used the highly condensed ether to cut a crooked crack in front of him.
With an absolutely tyrannical amount of ether, it roughly penetrated the boundary between worlds. In the crack, Holt saw scarlet eyes flash past, and then a pitch-black sword blade extended infinitely, like a beam of light.
Coming at a high speed.
Holt raised his sword and successfully blocked the sword, but the huge force transmitted from the sword still forced him back, and even the whole person was hit into the rock wall.
As the dust flew, the broken cracks began to heal, and the mirror world was separated from the material world again.
Holt rushed out of the smoke and looked around vigilantly like a tiger and leopard, looking for his enemy, but no matter how he released his etheric perception, he could never find any trace of the opponent until the sound of this world came again in the abandoned land.
The distant breathing sound of evil.
"What's wrong?" Evan didn't know what happened.
"Someone broke through our defense line," Holt turned and rushed towards the depths of the abandoned land, "It's the Glorious One!"
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"What a sharp guy. I didn't expect to be discovered here."
In the mirror world, the Regent put away the Shadow Blade. Even though Holt discovered it, he still had a calm smile on his face. Behind him were Idel and Hammer.
At this time, Idel's state seemed a little sluggish. He had just released a flesh and blood plague, and this plague was cultivated in his body. It can be said that for this reason, he almost drained most of his own flesh and blood to create this terrible thing.
In front of the terrifying wave of zombies, Hammer on the side had a holy face, seemed to be chanting some kind of prayer, and his expression was extremely pious.
"Are you in tune with the Swarm-Eating Beast?"
After talking with these fanatical believers, the regent also learned the name of this evil in the world within the Orangutan Sect.
Hammer muttered for a while and then slowly stopped. His eyes were bloodshot and he was sweating profusely. He seemed to be suffering from some kind of huge torture, and even walking was using all his strength.
"Yes, it is now an unconscious existence that only relies on instinct, and my consciousness will briefly replace it to control it."
"Interesting," the regent's lips raised slightly, "you said 'temporarily', but what happens after that? Will you be swallowed by that monster?"
"Absolutely. Sanity is rare, disordered madness is eternal. I will be torn apart by the endless thoughts and become one with it."
Hammer paused, "But before I completely lose consciousness, this time is enough for us to achieve our goal."
"I don't understand, why do you still need to bring me..."
Idel whispered to the side, he thought that after releasing the flesh plague, this operation would have nothing to do with him, but Idel was still brought here by Hammer, striding forward towards the core of the storm.
No one cared what Idel thought. He was trapped in the wave, unable to do anything or move.
The regent led the two of them to a high ground, where they could directly see the ruins of the sacred city below, and they could also clearly see the huge flesh and blood like amber.
"Is it okay here?" asked the Prince Regent.
"Okay." Hammer nodded.
"Do you remember what you are going to do next?" the regent asked again.
"Control the swarm-devouring beast, suppress the light, and find a way for you to enter the Golden Palace."
Facing Hammer's answer, the Regent showed a satisfied smile.
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"When you think you are the first, someone must be one step ahead of you."
In the chaotic and twisted darkness, Boluogo repeated this sentence to himself in his mind.
He once thought that he was the vanguard against the devil, but now it seems that he is just stepping on the corpses of his predecessors and continuing to move forward along the path they opened.
King Solomon, he laid the foundation stone for progress, and Boluogo will step on this road and continue to move forward until everyone's long-cherished wish is fulfilled.
"Huh... I think I'm starting to get used to traveling through winding paths."
Boluogo half-knelt on the ground. After relaxing for a moment, he slowly stood up. After calming down the strange feeling in his heart, he opened his eyes and looked around.
At this time, Boluogo was on a straight square avenue. Most of the bricks under his feet were broken, like broken notes, like a forgotten ancient tune. As he advanced along the line of sight, thick dust covered him
After crossing the avenue, it seemed as if the world was buried.
The surrounding towering spiers are like solidified smoke, some are incomplete, like memories eroded by time, rugged and decadent, while others are crumbling, emitting waves of low groans, as if they are telling some kind of unspeakable pain.
The spiers surrounded the Ashes Square where Bologo was, forming a high guarding wall. They seemed to be defending this place, and they seemed to be guarding this cemetery of ashes.
"Although we didn't arrive directly at the Golden Palace, it sent us to the front of the Golden Palace."
Boluogo's gaze continued to rise, past the mountains of ashes. At the end of it all, he saw the entangled twisted flesh and blood, as well as the light of fire rising into the sky like daylight.
After just a glimpse, Boluogo immediately looked away. Even so, he still felt a burning pain in his eyes, as if if he took one step slower, his eyes would be burned out.
Deep and distant breathing sounded, and the surrounding ashes were carried by the airflow, and they rushed towards the piles of ashes. Boluogo knew what this meant, and immediately threw himself behind the collapsed rock on one side, and then
The sound of breathing became louder and deafening, and all the ashes sucked in were violently thrown out by the storm.
"Oh my God!"
Aimu screamed in Boluogo's mind, and Boluogo summoned all the diamond-shaped shields to protect his body as much as possible, and then a large amount of red-hot ashes swept past Boluogo's side.
, the red fire completely engulfed the bunker where Bologo was.
Deadly flowing fire burst out from the edge of the rock. Bologg tried hard to curl up to avoid touching any ray of fire. The high temperature burned his body. Bologg could hear a slight crackling sound in the roar, which was his
The hair is being burned.
The fatal flow of fire lasted for more than a minute, and then slowly stopped. The ground was filled with red-hot ashes. As the evil in this world breathed deeply, they gathered again into the huge evil in this world.
Next to the body, mounds of ashes piled up one after another.
Boluogo stepped on the hot ground and withdrew from behind the rock. He suppressed the strange feeling in his eyes and forced himself to look directly at the light source in front of him.
Just as Boluogo had seen from afar from the spire before, behind the hills of ashes was a huge, twisted mass of flesh. It was as huge as a castle, with a strong light emitting from its body, turning its flesh and blood.
The body is as transparent as amber, and the stacked internal organs and spider web-like blood vessels are clearly visible.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Bolog's eyes. At the end of the dazzling light source, Bolog managed to see a vague outline.
Silhouette of the palace.
The sound of breathing sounded again, and Bologg skillfully hid behind the rocks, but this time he became much more relaxed, and even couldn't help but laugh.
"what are you laughing at?"
In her mind, Aimu asked loudly. She thought Boluogo was crazy and could laugh in such a ghost place.
Boluogo responded in his heart, "We are finally here, Aimu, we are finally here!"
Aimu was stunned for a moment. She could barely understand Boluogo's mood. Before those long years, Boluogo had charged towards the palace, and now he was finally going to do it.
This matter has nothing to do with any camp, pros and cons, good or evil. It is just out of Boluogo's personal, strange sense of regret.
Just like you watched the roller coaster with great anticipation as a child and didn't ride on it for the first time until you were an adult. This seems to be a kind of satisfaction that makes up for the shortcomings of childhood...hell, whose satisfaction is this kind of thing?
?
"How do we get in?"
Aimu asked back, originally thinking that Sa Qin's authority could reach directly into the Golden Palace, but now it seems that they have made this matter simple.
"What else can we do? Even the devils want to attack this place, but there are no twists and turns left for us."
Bologg took a deep breath and took advantage of the gap in the foehn wind to rush out of the bunker. At this time, the ashes had not been absorbed again. Bologg watched as the ashes dispersed, revealing the buried figures one after another in the square.
They were humanoid sculptures holding hands, all facing the direction of the Golden Palace, as if they were holding some grand mysterious ceremony.
Those were not statues, but people burned into pillars of salt by the light.
After countless years, they still stand here. No matter how hard the foehn wind blows and roars, it only hangs a thick layer of ash shells on the bodies of these salt pillars.
As Sachin once said in the message, in addition to the ceremony in the banquet hall, ceremonies in other areas are also proceeding in an orderly manner.
An inexplicable emotion arose in Bolog's heart. When the Holy City fell, the scholars of Raymond Gayton chose to commit collective suicide in order to perform some mysterious ritual.
A grand sacrifice.
Who is this dedicated to?
No one answered, the foehn wind was coming.
Borogo saw another bunker in the distance, which was the remains of a spire. It collapsed from high altitude and shattered into ruins, forming a low wall that barely blocked the foene wind.
After pulling out the Grudge Bite, the dark sword body was covered with light spots of Slaughter Sword Oil, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. Boluogo slashed forward with all his strength, and then pushed forward through the crack in the winding path.
The figure flashed behind the low wall, and a new round of foehn wind had already passed by, but this time there were some discordant sounds in the dead world.
There was a faint vibration on the ground, and the ashes were shaken off. Before Bologor could think about it, a thick tentacle pierced the ashes, violently smashed open the low wall, and rolled towards Bologor.
"We have been discovered!" Aimu exclaimed, and then she remembered another thing, "Silent Defense Line!"
In order to contain the evil and light in this world, the Bureau of Order has set up a silent defense line in the abandoned land that is enough to create an etheric vacuum.
Different from the absolutely closed chamber, there are many open areas in Raymond Gayton, such as the Ashes Square. In Raymond Gayton, due to the virtual realm, there is still a large amount of ether, but in the outside world, here
But there was deathly silence, and Bologo's action of cutting open the crack in the winding path directly attracted the attention of the evil in this world.
"It would have been better if the seal had not been so tight."
Boluogo complained and moved around. He swung the saw ax fiercely and cut the entire tentacle in half. But then the flesh and blood on the section of the tentacle began to squirm violently, splitting into two parts.
Four, in the blink of an eye, a dense group of tentacles like vines stretched out.
"Step aside!"
Boluogo shouted in a loud voice, and the ether leaked out into reality, turning into a shock wave that swept through flesh and blood, swinging away and shattering the tentacle group in one fell swoop.
A new round of foehn winds was ready to strike. At the same time, Borogo's counterattack had attracted the attention of the evil in this world. Like an earthquake, the surrounding earth shook, and giant tentacles shot out of the ground one after another.
They rose up, and just when they were about to smash down Boluogo in batches, a dazzling light burst out.
Boluogo retreated behind the low wall and held his breath. The blazing foehn wind burned the unprotected tentacles, and the flesh and blood instantly burned and festered. Even though the evil in this world has a strong ability to resurrect, it
The resurrection speed could barely match that of Foehn Wind, and it was annihilated into ashes all over the sky.
Before the blazing storm completely subsided, Boluogo jumped out of the bunker and started running wildly. His current idea was very simple, that is, just go all the way.
Now that the light burn is gradually extinguishing, its intensity is far from as strong as before. With the winding cracks opened by the Void Sword Oil, as long as Boluoge seizes the opportunity, he has a high probability of directly avoiding the attack of the light burn.
Slash into the Golden Palace with one sword.
The idea was very beautiful, but just as Boluogo charged forward with his will to die, another etheric reaction appeared in Boluogo's perception. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the etheric reaction, seeing the gray sky high in the sky.
Above, a figure is falling at high speed, his target is the evil in this world.
In an instant, thousands of tentacles rose from the ground to greet the falling shadow. At the same time, a dense bone layer formed at the tips of the tentacles, transforming into a forest of bone spears, trying to tear the figure into pieces and eat them dry.
net.
But just when the two were about to come into contact, the etheric reaction that was enough to suffocate Boluogo was released without any worries.
Borogo was familiar with that etheric reaction, the etheric reaction from the Regent, the Glorious One.
"How can it be?"
Boluogo looked up at all this in disbelief. An infinitely extending shadow blade rolled up countless ashes and cleanly chopped off all the bone spears.
The falling shadow disappeared into the sky full of minced meat. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be silent, and then the giant amber-like flesh and blood in front of me started to squirm crazily.
As if it was tired of its long dormancy here and was about to wake up completely, huge sarcomas quickly proliferated on the flesh and blood skin. The sarcomas were broken into pieces, and each scarlet eyeball opened and swept around randomly.
Then they all looked at the same place.
The evil of this world is watching Bologo.
Facing such a terrifying behemoth, Bologe couldn't help but slow down. Looking at the countless eyes, Bologe suddenly had an absurd idea.
This disorderly and crazy monster regained its sanity.
Under Boluogo's gaze, the flesh and blood trembled violently, easily shaking Raymond Gayton. Countless ashes rose up, and the tentacles swept across, knocking down one salt pillar after another.
Under the powerful blockade of the rapid regeneration of flesh and blood, the dying light was suppressed for a while, and all the flowing fire was sealed in the tough flesh and blood. Then several big bloody hands turned up from under the piled ashes.
Press heavily on the ground, as if trying to support the whole body.
Boluogo heard a series of deep cracking sounds, as if the building was being torn apart bit by bit with huge force.
So the majestic and huge creation of flesh and blood gradually picked up the burning golden palace, held it up, and crawled inside Raymond Gaiton, like the giant in the myth holding up the sky.
