When this deal was proposed, Boluogo had no clue in his mind. He had never seen it, and he didn't know what it was. Even though Sachin repeatedly mentioned its importance, who knows how important it was in the eyes of these scholars.
What exactly is it?
Is it the legendary holy book that contains all the skills of King Solomon? The deal with Boluogo can be regarded as a bloody profit, but what if it is not?
What if the so-called starting picture scroll is just something similar to a spiritual sustenance and a carrier of faith?
Just like those fanatic believers in the Monks of Truth, they regard truth as a god and knowledge as a religion, thus creating statues of gods symbolizing knowledge.
If it was the latter, Boluogo would have lost all his previous achievements in this action, but unfortunately, he had no right to choose. Now all he could do was gamble, and gamble on such a slight possibility.
"Are you sure?" Leviathan reiterated, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Bologo did not hesitate and took Leviathan's hand, indicating that the deal had been reached.
"I am sure."
For a moment, Boluogo felt some kind of invisible shackles connecting him to Leviathan. It was different from the tangle and umbilical cord. It was a more ethereal link.
"The deal is done."
As Leviathan spoke, many raised bumps suddenly appeared on his spacesuit, as if the weird things hidden under the spacesuit were stirring. But the next second, the bumps were smoothed away, leaving only Leviathan's coldness.
’s laughter echoed.
The snake scale liquid climbed up onto Bologo's body, forming a layer of solid armor. The twisted helmet full of edges covered Bologo's face, and a slightly deep voice sounded from the gaps.
Whether it is because of his identity as the chosen one or the mutual benefit of the transaction, now Bologo can only stand firmly on the side of Leviathan and help him destroy the Golden Palace.
"The Golden Palace can't be saved anyway."
Boluogo secretly thought in his heart that the beast that eats the herd is trying its best to suppress Guangzhuo so that its own flesh and blood can completely invade the Golden Palace and take away King Solomon's inheritance. Guangzhuo is carrying out its original order and burning everything.
The balance of destruction has been broken. What Bologo can do is to obtain greater benefits before everything turns to ashes.
"The regent is entangled. This is good news. He is a glorious person who is difficult to deal with. Now they are changing someone else to invade, so your pressure will be much less in the future."
Leviathan seems to be omniscient and omnipotent, knowing all the trends on the battlefield.
"Beelzebub is coming this way, angry."
Leviathan walked over and put his heavy hands on Bologg's shoulders. Bologg's face was reflected in the golden mask.
"The light burn makes the group-devouring beast miserable. Even if sooner or later it can completely suppress the light burn, it still cannot leave this place through the blood pool until it is completely suppressed."
Blood pool? Boluogo remembered this ability. Just like the Winding Gate, Beelzebub could descend over long distances through the flesh and blood of believers and the blood pool.
Boluogo had encountered Beelzebub more than once.
"I guess Beelzebub is coming in person this time. Fortunately, she doesn't have many chess pieces here. Kill all those chess pieces and drive away her will, and I will help you get the starting picture scroll.
Let’s get rid of this pack-eating beast by the way.”
"Come in person?" Boluogo wondered, "What is she going to do?"
The devil cannot come to the material world in full glory, let alone make any direct interference in the material world. Now that the two of them can stand in front of Boluogo and interfere with the Golden Palace, it is simply because this place is between the material world and the ether.
overlapping points of boundaries.
"Look for a container and pour your will and strength into it. You should have seen similar operations many times." Leviathan said.
Boluogo nodded lightly. He had seen a similar situation in the first seat. The first seat directly enjoyed Beelzebub's power...but he was still torn to pieces by Xilin.
"We can't directly interfere with the material world, so we have to use some small tricks. However, this also comes at a price. Just like the promotion of your condensers, the soul is like a container. Only the stronger the soul can carry the more powerful alchemy.
matrix.
Our power will squeeze the existence of the alchemical matrix, just like adding water to an already full water glass... no, just like adding more water to a full water bottle, it will be stretched open or even explode."
Leviathan slowly opened his hands, as if listening to the whispers on the battlefield, and continued, "Beelzebub's power will burst the container, but before the container dies, the power he explodes will,
It’s enough to complete the task.”
Boluogo asked coldly, "Am I such a chess piece?"
"certainly."
Leviathan said very straightforwardly, "The power of the devil is extremely taboo and is rejected by the material world. Otherwise, we would have come in person, wouldn't we? For this reason, the chess pieces with small capacity are only in direct contact with our power.
, it will be burst and die. People with a slightly larger capacity will only persist longer.
By analogy, the chess pieces that can accommodate our power to a certain extent are high-level sublimation masters, and they are much more useful alive than dead."
"As for you, as I said, you are my most important chess piece, the white king on my chessboard."
Leviathan hesitated for a moment, but he still said frankly, "Maybe one day, I will turn you into a container, but trust me, Boluogo, I will use you in the most critical place."
"Am I going to die?" Borlog asked.
"The soul is the container. If the soul is burst, you cannot rely on the immortal body to recover... You might turn into something like a demon. If you were strong enough at that time, you would also fall into the evil of this world.
possible."
"Is this a threat?" Borogo asked again.
"Not really. I'm different from lunatics like Beelzebub. I'm very reasonable. You can completely reject me."
Leviathan suddenly approached Bologg and whispered in his ear.
"I'm afraid that you will beg me to give you such power and ask you to fight the last battle."
Bologg said nothing, while Leviathan distanced himself and patted Bologg hard on the shoulder, like a good friend.
"Stop thinking about the future, Boluogo, and do what you do best...kill them."
After saying that, Leviathan turned around and led Sai Zong towards another corner.
"Where are you going?" Boluogo couldn't help but ask.
"Where else can we go?" Leviathan said without looking back, "Go find the starting picture scroll for you... Oh, I remember it is nearby here."
The conversation between the two demons gradually faded away and even disappeared.
Only Boluogo and Aimu were left under the sky, and there was a faint shaking sound from the end of the double spiral staircase. Under the wrap of the group-devouring beast, the Golden Palace seemed to be peeled off layer by layer.
Onions opened, and the extremely solid crystal curtain wall collapsed one after another, and twisted flesh seeped into it, opening up a path.
"Don't you want to explain something?"
Aimu stood beside Boluogo. It was clear that she and Boluogo could penetrate into the depths of each other's souls. It was clear that she thought she knew Boluogo well enough...
The iron armor covered Boluogo's face, leaving only the faint blue ether glow slowly overflowing.
Sure enough, the worst situation still occurred. Boluogo had been hesitant to tell Amu this before. He had the courage to tell Amu many times, but in the end he chose to bear it alone.
Boluogo may not want to worry Aimu, and don't want her to know so many bad things. Maybe... maybe...
Aimu suddenly said, "Do I learn well?"
"ah?"
"It's those movie plots, haven't we watched them together before?" Aimu waved his hand, "One party suddenly discovers that the other party hides many secrets, and feels betrayed, and then questions the other party at a critical moment and so on."
"Oh oh oh."
Boluogo remembered it. Every time he saw this kind of plot, he frowned and wanted to fast forward.
"So, do I learn like it?" Aimu asked again.
"picture."
Boluogo's tense heart relaxed slightly, "It's very similar."
"Okay, if you don't want it to turn into a movie plot, I advise you to talk to me about your...talk about your bad friends."
Aimu immediately became serious and hammered Boluogo's helmet. The next moment her voice sounded directly from Boluogo's mind.
"As for now... we have to be consistent with the outside world."
The abundant ether filled Boluogo's body, and the snake scale liquid multiplied rapidly. One after another, diamond-shaped shields emerged and surrounded them. They continued to fission and turned into many slender iron needles. Under the reflection of the dim light,
, they are like thousands of hairtail fish swimming together, with light shining on their scales.
Boluogo grasped the Gnaw and Brutal saw ax tightly, and after another heavy sound, clear footsteps came from the end of the double spiral staircase.
…
In the continuous struggle, the group-devouring beast crushed most of the surrounding spires, and the terrifying body once again stepped out of the ruins of Raymond Gaiton after a long time.
It was like a bloated and huge squirming thing at this time, its tall building-like figure tripping over the ruins. Its excessive mass and huge body made any movement it made seem extremely slow.
The body hit the ground heavily, and the ashes several meters thick were thrown up. For a moment, the air flow was disturbed, and the endless ashes danced wildly in the abandoned land, with a blazing residual temperature, and a cloud of rain fell.
A pitch black snow.
"Ah...ah..."
The group-devouring beast let out bursts of mournful screams, as if it was undergoing some kind of tremendous torture.
It's not that it's in pain, it's Hammer, who dominates the body, that's in pain.
Nowadays, the beast that eats the crowd does not have self-awareness at all. Rather than being a life, it is more like a flesh-and-blood military weapon. The weapon does not cause pain, only the person holding the weapon suffers.
Hammer felt that his consciousness was being diluted by the body of the herd-devouring beast, and the memories of the past were rapidly fading. If a person's life is a long road, Hammer's road was constantly collapsing from the beginning.
There was a constant tearing pain in his consciousness. The beast that ate the crowd was taking away Hammer's memory bit by bit. His consciousness became fragmented, and even his self was gradually collapsing.
Hammer could no longer control the pack-devouring beast. The huge flesh-and-blood creation struggled to get up from the ground, smashed into the cliff on one side, staggered and fell, and repeated the process.
The suppressive firepower from the desperate outpost continues, its purpose is not to kill the herd-devouring beast, but to consume it as much as possible.
At the top of the battlefield, a blank space began to twist slightly, and then dense cracks spread all over it, like a mirror, suddenly shattering.
Two figures bumped out of the crack one after another. The former smashed deeply into the cliff on one side, smashing a large piece of rock. His figure was completely embedded in the sunken pit.
in.
Blood gurgled out from the sword wound on his abdomen, and pure ether overflowed from the broken wound. If it weren't for the high degree of etherification of his body, this injury would have been enough to kill him.
"The gap is much bigger than I thought."
Holt coughed twice in pain. Since being promoted to a defender, he has rarely suffered such serious injuries, and even similar high-intensity battles are rare.
"Fortunately, I just took advantage."
The regent's voice came from the front, as if something invisible was supporting him. He was standing on the illusory stairs, hovering in mid-air.
Holt was seriously injured, and the Regent was no longer as calm as before. He raised his hand and saw that the entire arm's clothing had disappeared, and the exposed pale arm seemed to have been cut by thousands of blades.
It was as cracked as a dry riverbed, and dark, sticky blood slowly flowed out.
Judging from the regent's pure blood, an injury of this degree should be expected to recover quickly, but Holt's ether penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, acting like an anticoagulant, preventing his body from moving.
heal.
"Then...it's time to end."
The dark shadow flashed in the hands of the regent, and then it was shaped into a sharp sword. He took a stabbing stance, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Holt's heart.
Holt seemed to have given up. He was lying in the deep pit of the cliff, motionless. But just as the Regent stepped forward and accelerated towards Holt, Holt's will surpassed the body and forced the scarred body.
He stood up, his eyes glowed brightly, and he raised his hand to block.
In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to have been filled with lead and turned into a thick gel. The familiar feeling of sluggishness hit the Regent again, slowing him down infinitely until his movements were completely frozen.
Before, the regent would still be troubled by Holt's secret power, but it was different now. He knew that Holt couldn't hold on for long. When his power was exhausted, this dark sword blade would penetrate him.
Holt's heart.
Then……
Then the regent will consider whether to kiss Holt's throat. In his opinion, Holt is a good opponent. If he is willing to surrender, the strength of the disobedient royal court will undoubtedly increase a lot.
But the regent was hesitant, and because Holt was a nice guy, he didn't really want Holt to pray to him in order to survive. That would ruin Holt's happiness in his heart.
"It's really confusing."
Troubled voices surged in the Regent's throat. He could sense that Holt's suppression was weakening. The old and new of the alchemy matrix did affect many factors, but the ether intensity brought by the rank also had a significant impact.
crucial decision.
Holt's eyes were bloodshot, and he could feel a ferocious beast breaking free of his shackles little by little. He could hardly hold on until the iron chains collapsed.
The Prince Regent turned into a dark phantom and rushed out of the cage, while Holt roared and stood up straight, clutching the secret sword with his bloody hands, vowing to make a last stand.
The majestic etheric reaction came from the sky, abruptly interrupting the fight between the two, and then screams like mountains and tsunamis came from above, as if thousands of ghosts were waving swords, guns, swords and halberds.
.
There are not hundreds or thousands of ghosts, but only silver debris flying in the sky. They cut through the air at extremely high speeds, and the sharp roars they erupt are like countless swords chopping.
A tiny silver shard grazed the Regent's wrist, leaving a shallow scratch on his powerful body. Then an uncontrollable burning pain came from the wound, as if there was something
The fire is burning.
"silver?"
The Prince Regent was stunned for a moment. He looked up and saw another person like him, stepping on the stairs of nothingness, suspended in mid-air.
Countless silver shavings moved with the wind, convolving and flowing around him, like a pair of huge wings that slowly opened, shining with dense light.
"I used to envy my ancestors. They lived in a turbulent era and had many opportunities to make achievements, but I was born in a peaceful era... It's not that I hate peace, it's just that when peace lasts for a long time, I always
I feel like my life is missing a bit of passion.”
The silver shavings moved to both sides, like a separated ocean. When the visitor emerged from the silver storm, the etheric reaction belonging to the glorious ones also came here.
The regent couldn't open his eyes due to the dense silver light, and couldn't see the figure clearly, but he could identify the other party's identity from the howling wind.
"It's really exciting. I feel like my thick blood is boiling."
The Prince Regent grabbed the Shadow Blade with both hands for the first time, and a dazzling red light burst out from his scarlet pupils.
High in the sky, Fern looked down at the Regent with cold eyes. He gently raised his hand, and then lowered it like an iron hammer. The power of the Glorious One was released without restraint.
In an instant, the ether disturbed the gas mass in the entire area, the air pressure gradient increased sharply, and the gas began to flow at high speed, forming the so-called wind. Through the changes of jet streams, it evolved into an instant storm.
Secret Energy·Wind Lord.
The ether distorts reality, dark clouds gather, thunder rolls, and lightning carries silver shavings all over the sky, turning into countless electrified sharp blades, slashing towards the regent.
The regent looked at the figure in the storm and thunder without fear, and shouted, "Let's go together!"
Secret Energy·Mirror Realm Duel.
The thunder of the storm hit the Regent, chopping him with bruises all over his body. The Regent also grabbed Fern, and their figures began to twist, and then disappeared into the long storm.
"Oh my god... these people are crazy."
Idel, who was hiding in the corner, watched the battle between the Glorious Ones from a distance. It was simply a mythical battlefield, and the slightest aftermath was enough to wipe out his life.
"Crazy, all crazy."
Idel muttered to himself in horror. He saw the regent pulling Fern and disappearing from a distance. The gathering thunderstorm lost its sight and ran rampant between the cliffs, but then the two figures reappeared.
Impact, manifest, repeat.
He didn't want to watch the fight between these madmen anymore, he just complained and looked for a way out.
First, the group-devouring beast revived, the light burned, the Golden Palace was raised from the ground, and now there are glorious ones confronting each other...
The intensity of the fighting here is almost equivalent to that of an extraordinary war.
"I shouldn't have listened to Hammer, I shouldn't have come here."
Idel crawled forward cautiously. Compared with this terrifying battle, he was as small as an ant. At this time, the only thought left in his mind was to survive. As for the subsequent punishment? That is not Idel's consideration.
within the range.
In order to survive, he chose the Orangutan Sect and became a disaster servant who used his body to cultivate plague. Compared with his own life, nothing mattered.
"Idel."
Suddenly, a voice sounded. Idel turned around cautiously, but saw nothing. He thought he was hallucinating, and then the distant voice sounded again.
From under your own feet.
Idel lowered his head, and at some point, blood silently overflowed from his wounds, forming a shallow pool of blood at his feet.
What was reflected in the mirror of blood was not the figure of Idel, but the figure of a woman.
She stretched out her hand towards Idel, and then her hand poked the surface of the blood mirror, making the entire mirror convex until she broke through the boundary between reality and reality, reaching out and grabbing Idel's throat.
"no no……"
Idel shook his head vigorously, but under her will, his personal thoughts were meaningless.
Immediately, Idel was dragged into the blood pool, and the warm blood soaked his body. When he saw his surroundings clearly, he found that he had left the abandoned place and came to a flesh and blood cave.
Beelzebub held Idel across his lap like a baby.
"My dear child, I will go with you."
In Idel's horrified eyes, Beelzebub stretched out his fingers and opened his mouth. His bloody fingers gradually penetrated into Idel's throat, digging continuously, as if trying to grab his heart along the throat.
.
"Here, I grant you..."
This was the last sound that Idel heard, and then his consciousness fell into endless confusion. He felt that countless bugs were crawling inside his body, as if the flesh-and-blood plague hidden in his body was out of control.
He is eating himself back, eating his own bones and internal organs.
Pain, endless pain.
Idel longed for relief, but as soon as this thought arose, he was overwhelmed by the absolute desire to survive.
He wants to live and go on living.
For this reason, Idel opened his eyes. This time, he found that he was neither in the flesh cave nor the abandoned land. He was in a space covered with crystal walls. Behind him was a collapsed wall, and burning light.
The spreading flesh and blood is clearly visible.
Looking at his feet again, what was reflected on the crystal ground was an ugly figure. The monster's body was covered with deformed flesh and blood. They hung on the body like huge honeycombs, and then there were bone spurs that pierced the torso, exposing it.
The internal structure of...
It was difficult for Idel to evaluate what kind of monster this was. It was like a random combination of flesh and blood organs.
A few seconds later, Idel realized belatedly that this seemed to be him.
The sound of footsteps came from the front. Idel looked forward and saw two stairways intertwined. At the end of the double spiral, an armored knight was waiting for him.
At the same time, in the deep etheric realm, Sai Zong looked at Beelzebub walking from the ice field, and stood in front of her with great determination.
"This road is blocked."
Sai Zong said.
Beelzebub didn't say a word, nor did she stop. She walked faster and faster, turning into shadows that filled the sky and came towards her.
