Borogo's cheeks were dry and cracked due to the high temperature, as if he was carrying a scorching sun. The sword blade in his hand, as black as night, also ignited a raging fire, like the legendary flaming sword of judgment.
No more reservations, no mercy.
Bologg looked at Idel below, as well as the twisted flesh and blood of the herd-devouring beast extending from the material world. Surprisingly, Bologg's mood at this time was no longer angry, but filled with a kind of sacredness.
There is a sense of tranquility, and even the gaze cast towards him is filled with a sense of pity for him.
The tense nerves relaxed, as did the hard muscles. Boluogo's expression was no longer cold, but instead had a meaningful smile.
For a moment, Boluogo seemed to have truly transformed into the angel holding a flaming sword in the story. What he would do next was not killing or revenge, but a redemption full of compassion.
"What a sad existence..."
Boluogo sighed in a low voice, and endless flames were released from the resentment. They in turn enveloped Boluogo and continued to extend behind him, like a god spreading his magnificent wings, and it was so similar.
The slender tail flame of a falling meteor.
What happened next was like a predetermined fate, without any twists and turns or any surprises.
The seemingly slow fireball fell to the ground at a rapid speed, just like a giant sword being chopped down with a roar.
The bursting flames formed ripples that spread layer by layer. The burning wind and fire waves burned through the huge tentacles of the herd-devouring beast, spreading rapidly like a virus, inflicting fire on the flesh and blood it touched.
In the dazzling light, Idel's body fell backwards, but he did not fall completely. Instead, he was hugged by Boluogo's waist with one hand, and Boluogo's other hand clenched tightly.
He fired a blazing sword and penetrated Idel's chest.
This time, the forbidden power of flesh and blood failed to bring Idel back to life. The wound on his chest quickly turned black and carbonized, and a steady stream of flames emerged from under the cracked skin. The whole person was like a burned-through rotten wood, wrapped in sparks of fire.
Ashes escaped from his body like an out-of-body soul.
Idel looked at the pitiful Bologg, and a strong sense of anger emerged in his remaining consciousness. He hated Bologg's eyes, as if he was an extremely pathetic guy in Bologg's eyes.
But are you really not pathetic?
As cracks covered the body, more and more flames emerged from Idel's body, and his eyes were melted at this time, leaving only the dark eye sockets with tongues of fire spitting out.
Idel, the vessel, was on the verge of destruction. For this reason, the dark tar fled from his body, and the power that Beelzebub had blessed Idel with dissipated.
In the darkness, Idel gradually woke up, his anger dissipated, and he sadly realized that he might really be as miserable a person as Bologo saw.
All men are like this, slaves of the devil.
Thinking of this, Idel was wrapped in huge sadness. Fortunately, this sadness would not last long. The fire was purifying his body bit by bit, until the last bit of nerves and consciousness were reduced to ashes under the high temperature.
A crisp cracking sound came from Idel's body. His body was shattered piece by piece, and was shattered into ashes flying in the sky in Boluogo's arms.
The flesh and blood tentacles under his feet were also burned into dust.
Bologo gripped the fire sword tightly and walked towards the boundary between the etheric world and the material world. Even though there was still a certain distance, Bologo could still feel the sudden movements coming from the outside world.
In Saqin's memories, Boluogo found the core crystal nucleus of the light. It is part of all the phenomena in the sky and part of the maintenance of this huge light.
Now that Boluogo has taken it away, the sea of light and fire protecting the Golden Palace has rapidly weakened. The flesh and blood of the herd-devouring beast has broken through the obstacles, completely squeezing and wrapping around the Golden Palace, and endless flesh and blood tentacles are scrambling to get there.
The ground peeled away the heavy masonry, like a swarm of sharks, eating it up.
"Well done, Borogo."
A familiar voice sounded, and Bologg looked to the other side of the vast ice field. Leviathan's bloated figure gradually appeared, striding towards Bologg.
Boluogo felt that this was not a good time to chat. The Golden Palace was being destroyed and he had to do something. Leviathan probably saw Boluogo's nervousness and comforted him, "It's okay. The situation is still under control."
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Seeing Leviathan's confident look, Bologger guessed that all of Leviathan's goals had been achieved in this incident... This guy always seemed to be winning with ease.
"Where's the starting scroll?"
Boluogo asked rhetorically. In Sa Qin's memory, he saw the true appearance of the initial scroll. Although he didn't know much about it, he was certain that the information hidden on the stone tablet was crucial.
The initial scroll came from the mysterious etheric realm, and Hill relied on the knowledge deciphered from the stone tablets to become King Solomon.
"I've got it," Leviathan said, "Are you going to carry that heavy thing on your back and leave here step by step?"
He continued, "Don't be nervous, Boluogo, you will get what you want, and I will get what I want."
"It's time to fulfill your promise, Leviathan."
Boluogo looked at the edge of the etheric realm from a distance. The herd-devouring beasts had completely invaded the Golden Palace. The double spiral staircase had been buried in flesh and blood, and tons of meat were desperately squeezing into the etheric realm.
Without the protection of Guangzhuo, the entire Golden Palace was filled with flesh and blood. Bologg guessed that the body of King Solomon sitting on the throne should have been swallowed up by flesh and blood at this time. Thinking of this, Bologg felt a little bit
Unfortunately, he had always wanted to pay homage to that great existence...even if it was just his corpse.
"I know, I know, but before that, you have to leave the etheric realm," Leviathan pushed Boluogo's shoulder, "otherwise you may not be able to leave here for a while."
Boluogo vaguely guessed what Leviathan was going to do. Boluogo's own battle was over, but Leviathan's was not yet. Everything that happened now was just the prelude to the dispute. The devils had already split their skins.
, and there is no need to maintain that false friendliness.
Lifting the flaming sword, Boluogo walked towards the endless wall of flesh. As he gradually left the etheric realm, the fireworks on the sword gradually weakened, and in the end only a weak flame remained.
combustion.
Even King Solomon needs the ether realm to maintain the burning of the light, let alone Boluogo. The remaining ether in his body can only ignite this level of fire, but it is enough to fight through this thick mass of flesh and blood.
There is a way out.
"Actually, you can just ask me directly."
Suddenly, Leviathan's cry came from behind, "The relationship between us is not that of mortal enemies, but of allies that can cooperate, just like this time."
Leviathan opened his hands as he spoke. He was unexpectedly excited today, and his joy was beyond words.
Boluogo looked back at Leviathan. He ignored Leviathan's words and asked him, "You can't directly interfere with the world, so how are you going to solve all this?"
"King Solomon is a very vengeful person," Leviathan waved his hand, "He will destroy these enemies without me taking action."
"But he is already dead."
Saqin died, and Hill also died. It was because of their deaths that Boluogo could see the echo of their souls in the storm.
"But his revenge continues!"
Leviathan said and pointed upward, at the broken universe.
Without the daylight at the core, the balance between the stars is broken. They are pulling each other, like a whirlpool, towards the center of the many star rings. Every time they get closer to each other, extremely terrifying power is brewing.
Just waiting for a complete explosion.
He didn't intend to say anything more about this, but turned his head resolutely and swung his sword to open a path of ashes.
Flesh, fireworks, ashes, death.
As the light burned out, the light that had been burning in the abandoned land for countless years finally dissipated. At the same time, the mournful cry of the beast that devoured the crowd also stopped.
All the flesh and blood gathered towards the remains of the Golden Palace, and the flesh and blood that was originally as transparent as amber also completely darkened. This terrifying monster broke free from the last shackles, moved its body wantonly, and attacked all enemies in all directions.
fight back.
"Evacuate! Evacuate!"
At the desperate outpost, Yas yelled at everyone. Under the protection of the sixth group, the solid ether barrier saved one life after another, but it could not save the earth beneath his feet.
Under the high-intensity firefight, many forts have overheated and self-destructed, and the giant scorpions have also missed their arrows and stopped aside. Not to mention that the desperate outposts are like broken ice under the erosion of more and more flesh and blood.
, the building is collapsing inch by inch.
They were almost unable to hold the high ground, and when the light was completely extinguished and dark clouds enveloped everyone, Yas was in a daze for a moment and made a decision.
While the vertical lift platform was not destroyed, Yas directed the remaining personnel to evacuate to the ground. A small number of team members stayed in place with him, trying their best to buy time for others.
Suddenly, a stream of congealing air hit their faces, making the people in Yas unable to open their eyes. When they regained their sight, they saw countless scarlet eyeballs staring at them.
Without the restraint of the light, the swarm-devouring beast approached the desperate outpost and examined the group of ants that made it miserable.
"It's over...it's over..."
Qike looked at the pack-devouring beast so close at hand, her legs could not help but tremble, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, and she was about to cry.
The situation of the others is not much better than that of Qike. Normally, we are a riot control team that scares the enemy, but in front of the herd-devouring beast, we are no different than a talking piece of meat.
"Let's go!"
A loud roar broke the dead silence. While raising his shield, Hart grabbed Chico and threw her heavily to the lifting platform waiting to be activated behind him.
Qike fell directly onto the top. Kemp, who was on the lifting platform, did not hesitate and started the machinery directly. The platform quickly climbed upward along the vertical track.
However, no matter how fast they were, they could not compare to the beast that devours the herd. It slowly raised its tentacles and smashed most of the desperate outposts with a casual blow. The cliffs collapsed one by one, and the cracks soon spread to
On the vertical track, the steel trembled violently, as if it would break in the next second.
Yas and Hart feebly launched the etheric impact, trying to attract the attention of the herd-devouring beast. They succeeded, but also failed.
The swarm-devouring beast did notice the few ants struggling on the wreckage, but killing the ants and destroying the lifting platform is not a contradictory thing for it. It has countless tentacles and can do it at the same time.
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Then one by one, giant pillar-like tentacles that seemed to be able to hold up the heaven and earth smashed towards the cliff, vowing to destroy everything in front of them.
Faced with such a desperate situation, Hart breathed a sigh of relief and was ready to accept his fate calmly. Even the giant shield dropped to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"How much do you think our pension will be?"
Hart put on an ugly smile and joked with Yas next to him.
This time, Yas was no longer as serious as before. He tried to catch Hart's joke, and then a majestic ether reaction came from high in the sky, and then several giant pillars fell and froze in the mid-air, moving.
No.
"retreat!"
A voice roared at everyone. Hart raised his head and saw Holt, who was seriously injured but still moving at high speed among his tentacles.
The secret power of Zeno's Wall successfully blocked an attack from the Swarm-Eating Beast, and the Iron-Severing Sword also slashed mercilessly, cutting all the flesh and blood that Holt touched into powder.
Hart was stunned. It wasn't until Yas kicked him on the butt that he remembered to pick up the giant shield and retreated with Yas in an uncontrollable manner.
"I want a bonus more than a pension!"
Fortunately, this time the serious Yas took over Hart's joke.
Holt, who was only a defender and was seriously injured, obviously could not resist the attack of the herd-devouring beast for a long time. Soon the stagnant tentacles began to move again, like the arms of a giant, swaying wantonly against the desperate situation.
Outpost.
The broken cliffs with curved vertical tracks, like an approaching explosion, followed the lifting platform, but could never catch up with it until it disappeared above the high point.
Among the flying boulders, Yas and Hart quickly moved on the bulge of the cliff. This was no longer a battle they could participate in. There was no need to consider anything except escaping.
The sound of impact came from not far away, and Holt landed on the other end of the cliff. He was holding the secret sword, and blood had been smeared all over his face. Pain and exhaustion tortured his body, and his figure was shaking, as if the next step was
He will fall to the ground in seconds.
Holt had not fought at such a high intensity for many years, so the first battle when he regained his sword was against such a powerful enemy.
At this time, apart from telling a few cold jokes to comfort his bad mood, Holt couldn't think of anything else.
After a series of battles, Holt was seriously injured and his aether was almost exhausted. This should be his limit.
The herd-devouring beast slowly moved its body, its tentacles ruthlessly swept across the cliff, destroying the last remaining remains of the desperate outpost. Looking at the bare cliff, Holt felt a little melancholy for a moment.
Soon, this terrifying monster noticed Holt's ether reaction. In its view, the defender was undoubtedly a high-value target that could alleviate its inner hunger to a great extent.
Like clumps of seaweed, countless slender tentacles surged toward Holt. Even if he could strike a thousand times, the herd-eating beast could heal itself thousands of times.
But Holt still raised the secret sword in his hand with difficulty, pointing at the beast that devours the herd.
A flash of fire suddenly rose from the endless twisted tentacles.
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In the body of the beast that eats the herd, in the twisted and dilapidated Golden Palace, the dark tar flowing out of Idel's body crawls like a black snake. It passes through the stacked ruins, bypasses the crazy flesh and blood, and finally ends up in the Golden Palace.
At the top, it once again saw the figure on the throne.
The tar turned into a dark puddle. Amidst the gurgling sound, Beelzebub walked out of the tar bit by bit. At this time, she looked a little tired. Just now, Sai Zong had brought unpleasant effects to her in the ethereal realm.
Small trouble.
Fortunately, she won.
The herd-eating beast captured the Golden Palace, and she had plenty of time to pry into King Solomon's legacy, especially King Solomon's body.
"No matter how great a life is, it cannot escape death in the end, right?" Beelzebub taunted as he moved forward.
His throne is not grand, and is even a bit simple, with just layers of steps and an ordinary chair.
Beelzebub remembered about King Solomon. His real name was Hill. After being recognized by the previous Wolfgang Gold, he inherited this name, but he did not choose to pass on this holy name.
Proclaimed himself King Solomon.
As for his throne... it was a chair that Hill used to sit on for research when he was still an apprentice. He really didn't care about the sense of ceremony and moved it directly to this position as his own throne.
The crown is not important, what is important is the power it holds, similarly the throne is not important, what is important is its location.
Beelzebub stepped up the steps and stood proudly in front of King Solomon's body.
King Solomon's body was similar to many corpses in Raymond Gaiton. He was covered in a simple gray robe, his hands were placed in front of him, and his face was covered by an exquisite mask, but the flesh and blood must have long since rotted.
In Beelzebub's near-eternal life, she faced many enemies, but no matter who they were, none left such a deep impression on her as King Solomon.
This guy is so stubborn and difficult to deal with...
Beelzebub scoffed, "How sad."
She survived to the end and she was the winner.
Suddenly, Beelzebub noticed something seemed to be in King Solomon's hand. She opened the hardened and dried bones bit by bit, and saw a dark cane under its hand.
Beelzebub seemed to have seen this cane somewhere. She became nervous in a rare way. She raised her hand to try to lift the mask and see King Solomon's face clearly. But before she touched the mask, Beelzebub actually heard
There was a faint groan full of pain.
King Solomon is not dead?
Thoughts arose in Beelzebub's mind. Without hesitation, she lifted off the dusty mask. In an instant, an extremely shrill scream came from King Solomon.
That extreme whine succeeded in affecting even Beelzebub, and she felt a sense of confusion in her head, as if there were countless evil spirits roaring and roaring.
In the heartfelt lamentation, King Solomon vomited out all the suffering he had suffered over the years. The next moment, endless light burst out from his body. Before Beelzebub could see his true face, the light even carried the throne at his feet.
, the high platform, and Beelzebub were all wrapped up in a rapidly expanding scorching sun.
In all the phenomena in the sky, the broken stars were entangled with each other, and finally collided together, merged, collapsed, and turned into a dead black hole that could not even illuminate the light.
black hole.
That bottomless abyss-like existence, a giant beast as black as night, swallows everything.
Around it, matter was pulled ruthlessly by gravity, falling inward and entering the event horizon of the black hole along an irreversible path. The Golden Palace collapsed step by step, and the flesh and blood that spread was not spared.
Gravity grasps them tightly like an invisible hand, pulling them more and more fiercely. The matter gradually accelerates, gradually approaching the center of the black hole from the rotating orbit, until it falls into an irreversible fate.
Arrive within the horizon.
The skyrocketing gravity has reached an unimaginable level. Whether it is the crystal curtain wall or evil flesh and blood, they are all strongly compressed and squeezed airtight, forming masses of extremely dense material blocks.
At this moment, even immortal flesh and blood were destroyed from the most basic molecular structure. During the gravitational collapse, the density of matter continued to increase, almost reaching infinity.
The distortion easily extended to the throne, Beelzebub collapsed into tar on the ground, and King Solomon's body was torn to pieces in an instant. As for its true appearance, it was completely hidden in the shadow of history.
King Solomon's revenge is not over yet.
First, the Golden Palace completely collapsed, and then the influence of the black hole crossed the boundary, reached the material world, and erupted in the body of the herd-devouring beast.
At the same time, in the abandoned land, the fire in Holt's eyes became more and more intense. He was confused for a moment, thinking that he had seen it wrong and that he was hallucinating frequently, but then the fire became more intense, as if he was about to
It burst out like lava, completely tearing open the flesh and blood.
Countless tentacles were burned off, and with billowing ashes and tongues of fire reaching into the sky, a fireball pierced through the flesh and blood of the herd-devouring beast.
Break out of the body.
Bologg struggled to throw out dozens of silver hands, grabbing at the cliffs in all directions, forcing Bologg to slow down and turn.
The radiance of the ether reached its extreme, Bologo's power reached an unprecedented peak, all the ether was injected into the crystal core, and a ten thousand-foot-long fire ignited from the resentment bite.
With the vigorous waving of the arms, the fire light rolled, like the wings of a firebird struggling to spread its wings.
This should be the most powerful blow that Boluogo can unleash after leaving the etheric realm, but in the face of the overwhelming scarlet blood curtain, Boluogo's extremely determined heart still wavered for a moment. After all,
It is a beast that devours crowds, and brings disaster to this world.
But this is no reason to stop swinging the sword.
Boluogo roared angrily. He felt that the sword blade in his hand was heavier than ever before, as if he was waving the whole world. But then, the heavy pressure on the hilt suddenly became lighter, as if there was another person with Boluogo.
Ge grabbed the blade together and waved it towards death.
At the same time, another ether reaction rose from Boluogo's body, and Aimu released all the ether without reservation.
Individual strength may not defeat a strong enemy, but you must know that Boluogo is never alone.
Reach the peak and break through the boundaries.
Extreme Realm·Ether Amplification.
Boluogo waved a vast foehn wind and expanded it violently forward. Everywhere in the vast space was filled with scorching light, like an endless storm, and all the hated flesh and blood were turned into ashes, flying like heavy snow.
The light burned on the body of the beast that devoured the herd again, and the sea of fire swallowed it up quickly. In an instant, it was completely burned, like a blazing giant tree, and the flames roared into the sky and reached the great fissure.
Boluogo looked at the blazing pillar of fire that reached the sky, and the last bit of ether and physical strength was drained away. He fell out of control towards the ashes on the ground.
This was already the limit of what Boluogo could do. From now on, he could only hope for the revenge of King Solomon as told by Leviathan.
Bologna saw it.
The huge burning body twisted rapidly, and the matter in the black hole collapsed more and more violently, becoming increasingly dense. In its ultimate state, matter surpassed conventional physical laws.
Compression, collapse and destruction.
The space seemed to have been punctured. In the deep darkness, the surrounding matter was pulled together to form curved orbital lines, like a huge rotating vortex.
The bloated body of the swarm-devouring beast, which weighed more than 100 million tons, was distorted inwards, with the mountain-like bones and flesh torn apart easily until it collapsed into a tiny singularity.
The winding path completely collapsed, and the overlap between the material world and the etheric world began to peel off.
Before the devastating explosion arrived, the singularity of the disaster was banished into the etheric realm, and then the last connection between the etheric realm and the material realm was completely severed.
There was no roaring explosion, no brilliant stream of light, just an indescribable weird sound, and everything disappeared.
Boluogo fell into the pile of ashes. He did not rest, but immediately got up. He tried to find traces of the herd-devouring beast, but except for the fallen ruins, there was nothing left here.
