In essence, each Sublimation Master is a movable ether vortex point, but due to the limitations of the level, most of the Sublimation Masters are unable to cause abnormalities in the material world.
Now, as a large number of Sublime Ones gather here, they are scrambling to call out the ether, summoning more and more ethers.
Gradually, the ether concentration in the battle area continued to rise, and excessive condensers gathered together to form an extraordinary effect similar to an ether vortex point. It was also in this high-concentration ether environment that various extraordinary phenomena also bloomed and were controlled by the origin.
The Duke used it to control the attack on Boluogo.
The roaring sound of thunder lingered in his ears, and deadly etheric lightning struck down instantly. Driven by the Glorious One, each beam of thunder was so fast and deadly, like the wrath of the gods across the sky. Bologo was almost completely
Relying on instinct to avoid.
"Where is he!"
Palmer looked around, trying to find the other person.
"I have no idea!"
While Boluogo responded, he controlled the ground to rise. Huge half-arc barriers blocked Boluogo's body, and were then shattered by thunder.
The electric current that was fired spread, and the impact caused paralysis on Bologo's body, and also scorched a large area of flesh and blood. Fortunately, Bologo had the etheric and immortal body, except for the first etheric lightning attack on Bologo.
In addition to causing serious injuries, subsequent rounds of etheric lightning failed to directly hit him.
"He is out of our sight," Bologg shouted after regaining consciousness, "Get out of here, otherwise we will only be targets!"
Obviously, the enemy's secret power range is very large, as big as a mortar. Before Bologo can find his position, he will be bombed to pieces.
"good!"
Palmer nodded vigorously, and before a new round of etheric lightning arrived, he took out the rapier worn on his waist and threw the storm feathers.
A massive amount of ether was injected into the dagger, and the slender metal was submerged in the strong wind, split into two, and then split into four. It quickly replicated and multiplied like a germ, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a flock of screaming birds, heading towards the tower above.
The broken position circled around.
"Lady Luck, please help me."
Palmer held the lucky dice, as if he were casting a witchcraft spell. He muttered something in his mouth, a slight light emitted from his palm, and the points on the dice kept changing and extinguishing.
Thousands of daggers penetrated into the interior of the building with the wind, like soldiers launching continuous slashes, chopping at the already shaky support structures.
At the same time, Boluoge also controlled the newly grown huge rock thorn, and with a roaring friction sound, he completely cut off the middle of the tower.
For a moment, the world seemed to quiet down, and then a silent vibration came from the bottom of the tower, as if it was the heartbeat of the earth.
The tilted tower began to shake. The shaking gradually increased, as if in response to some deep-seated fear. The stone bricks began to crack under the pressure, creating insurmountable gaps. As the shaking intensified, the internal structure of the tower began to collapse.
It was completely destroyed and the foundation began to collapse.
Boluogo saw large pieces of snowflake-like debris falling off the surface of the tower. No matter how hard the master of the Condensation School stagnated the tower, under the gravity and continuous destruction, the structure of the tower itself was difficult to maintain. From the inside,
Start to collapse.
Then, in mid-air, the half-toppled tower suddenly shattered, peeling off heavy fragments and hitting the ground, throwing up a series of dust.
The ranks of those who control the essence of the school are not too high, and the release range of their secret energy is naturally not too wide, so most of them are within the coverage area of the collapsed tower.
Either continue to maintain support or be buried by falling debris.
The outcome is obvious.
"Asshole!"
The Duke of Origin saw this scene from a distance. He had no means of saving it and could only watch the tower topple and collapse in a cloud of dust.
Huge fragments encircled many small fragments, and hit the tower on the other side like a swarm of meteors. A deafening roar echoed in the air, and the tower turned into a pile of gravel and dust during the collapse.
The top of the tower rolled in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, setting off a new round of chaos.
At this moment, the entire city was shaken by the loud noise. People stopped and stood there, their faces full of shock and fear.
The billowing smoke and dust were tens of meters high, like a large smoke bomb, directly covering the entire area. Countless people were wailing in the chaos, and many people were buried under the ruins, and they could only make feeble moans.
The original Duke's eyes were bloodshot, which was the last thing the group of secrets wanted to see.
High-level Sublimers have full destructive power. In order to avoid destroying local assets, they will spend all their efforts to show weakness. They first exiled Nethaniel into the ethereal world, and then sent two dukes and many Sublimers to control Huo.
Walter and his party.
The purpose was to neutralize them and minimize the damage to the city before the battle began. All of this was done perfectly, but two of them were still let go, and only these two, in an instant.
A tall tower was knocked down.
Duke Origin and Duke Spiritual God looked at each other, and Duke Spiritual God calmly said, "There must be a glorious person to restrain them."
After a moment of silence, Duke Origin responded, "Immediately take them to the Council of Sages and convert the high-level condensers into fantasy species, and the low-level condensers into blood people."
Holt's pupils tightened, and he realized that he heard something he shouldn't have heard.
Convert to a fantasy species? What does this mean? Isn't this an ability unique to the fantasy school?
Holt suppressed his curiosity and followed the two obediently, but before leaving, Duke Origin still reluctantly looked at the huge cloud of smoke that was like a sandstorm.
"I won't let you go so easily."
He spoke softly, and reality was distorted.
The ether gathered and piled up on the ruins of the tower, just like the wrath of the God of Thunder. Hundreds of ether lightning appeared out of thin air, turning into snakes falling to the ground, bombarding the ruins indiscriminately.
In addition, what also came together were the twisted ether fireworks.
As the glorious person of the Origin School, the Origin Duke's control over the ether has reached the extreme. Thunder and fire are intertwined, just like heaven's punishment coming to the world.
"Run away!"
Screams rang out in the smoke, and then a strong howling wind blew away the dust and sand that blocked the view.
The strong wind surrounded Palmer. He walked through the ruins with a look of sorrow and indignation, carrying Boluogo on his shoulders. This guy was hit by several thunderbolts. He had just woken up from a coma, and his body exuded the smell of barbecue.
Burnt aroma.
As Palmer expected, the increase in rank also means greater responsibilities, and it also means that he will face more powerful enemies.
Look, I have just been promoted to the person with power, and now I am face to face with the person with glory. From now on, I know what I will encounter.
"Think of a way! Bologo!"
Palmer turned his head and shouted to Burlogo who was being carried.
"I'm thinking of a way."
Boluogo's voice was weak, and it was really uncomfortable to be directly hit by the power of the Glory One, but compared to the battle with the first seat when he was the one in power, his condition is much better now, and more importantly,
Palmer is surprisingly reliable.
Relying on the airflow disturbance brought by the secret energy Breath of Wind, this guy seemed to be carrying himself and running wildly, but in fact he was flying close to the ground. If it weren't for the fear of jumping into the air and becoming the target of the original Duke, Palmer would have probably led him
He soared into the sky.
"Flee outside! Go to Wasteland City!"
Bologg continued to wave the ether while instructing. He did not interrupt the thunder and fire that filled the sky. It was not a wise choice to collide with the power of the Glory One. For this reason, Bologg's target was the surrounding buildings.
Ether is injected into the earth, and the territory within the field is Bologo's territory. Previously, Bologo had to control matter and needed to invade his own ether. But after being promoted to a defender, he can easily control the field.
The neutral ether is converted into its own power.
In an instant, all the materials in the field obeyed Boluogo's orders. Gradually, Palmer noticed the trembling of the ground, and even heard the faint whine coming from the depths of the bottom.
"What are you doing?" Palmer asked slightly panicked.
Boluogo didn't answer, but then, the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked, and huge cracks spanned the square and streets, and spread towards the tall towers.
The thunder and fire came, and the scorching heat and shock waves continued one after another, like an intensive bombing. In the chaotic fire, the earth was covered with bruises. Boluogo showed no mercy and completely tore it apart, including the foundation of the tower.
shake.
For this reason, everyone saw that several tall towers along the way began to shake slightly, and the shaking became larger and larger until they fell over.
Boluogo had no time to observe his own artistic creation. With Palmer flying close to the ground, the two of them escaped from the bombing range of the thunder and fire without any danger.
"Olivia!" Borlog called.
With a rough perception, Bologg felt that they had broken out of the original Duke's field. Bologg decisively extinguished his own ether reaction. Palmer also followed Bologg and restrained the release of secret energy.
, at the same time, the shadows under Boluogo surged, and the dark curtain enveloped the two of them again.
Absolute etheric cover shrouded them, completely cutting off the breath of Boluogo and Palmer. They turned into a group of rapidly advancing darkness and plunged into the wasteland city.
People in the wasteland city area didn't know what happened today. They just saw towers falling one after another, and successive explosions sent fire into the sky.
At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street. Everyone was hiding in their homes, praying that disaster would not happen to them.
In the shadow of an alley, Boluogo and Palmer were sitting side by side beside a trash can. A vague shadow covered them and refused to go away for a long time.
"Although I have seen the people of the Secret Group unhappy for a long time, I never thought that they could cause such a big fuss."
After regaining his composure, Palmer seemed much more calm. Perhaps he had become numb and adapted to the current situation.
"Yeah, it's really crazy to make a big fuss."
A cold voice sounded, and just as Palmer was about to answer, he realized that the voice was not from Bologna, nor was it from Olivia.
Palmer looked warily towards the end of the alley, where Osana, the Duke of Rhapsody, was standing there with an indifferent expression.
Damn it, another Duke!
Palmer stood up suddenly and raised the rapier in his hand, but before he could launch his attack, Borlogo stopped him.
"Relax."
Burlogo comforted Palmer and then asked Osana, "What happened?"
Osana remained silent until another roar came from the distance, which sounded like the collapse of a tall tower. She sighed helplessly and signaled.
