When the Glorious One completely sacrifices his soul and completely degenerates into a pure devil, the empty body will be blessed by the devil and distorted into a twisted existence that transcends the common sense of the world, which is what Boluogo and others are familiar with.
evil.
Each original sin has its own terrible evil in this world, and every evil in this world has a power that vaguely transcends glory. They are the embodiment of pure evil and natural disasters. Their power is so terrifying,
So that the emergence of any one of them would be a disaster for mankind.
In the Raymond Gaydon incident that Bolog was involved in, he faced the evil of gluttony in this world, the beast that eats the herd.
Since the fall of the Holy City, this terrifying monster has been suppressed by the Bureau of Order. It can be said that this huge monster of flesh and blood is the true incarnation of the extraordinary disaster and the eternal rotten land. It is destroying the surrounding people every moment.
The inorganic matter turns into flesh and blood and is absorbed into the hungry mouth.
After going through various battles, Bologo finally relied on the self-destruction method set by King Solomon and sacrificed the remaining Raymond Gaiton, and then banished it into the etheric realm, using the power of full-scale burning of light to completely destroy it.
Obliterated.
From this difficult battle situation, we can see how difficult it is to deal with this evil in this world.
Boluogo felt heavy and murmured to himself, "Another evil in this world..."
Among the currently known evils in this world, in addition to the swarm-eating beast that has retired, the other one is Mammon's Abyss-Swallowing Throat. That scourge of this world does not have the large-scale flesh and blood of the swarm-devouring beast.
It is polluted, but it has weird devouring power and the ability to travel through winding paths. In terms of difficulty of killing, it is more troublesome than the beast that eats the crowd.
"The Night King...what is the Night King's ability?" Bologg asked.
In battles in the extraordinary world, intelligence is always in a crucial position. As long as the nature of the Night King's ability can be known in advance, a large number of casualties can be reduced invisibly.
"Darkness, a darkness that swallows all the light," Nathaniel said with lingering fear. "Being in that darkness, it's as if all your senses have been stripped away. You can't see, touch, hear, or even hear.
Said, even the surge of one's own ether is blocked."
"In that absolute darkness, all I could feel was myself, my ever-active thoughts."
Nathaniel's words paused, and he frowned slightly, as if he was thinking complicatedly.
"More than just thoughts."
Nathaniel suddenly emphasized, "In that darkness, even my thoughts were slowing down little by little. At first, I thought it was forcing my state to become absolutely stagnant, but now that I think about it,
It’s more like a devouring of information.”
"Human beings themselves, the world itself, are actually made up of countless information, and each sense is a special means of reading information... just like everything can be classified as zeros and ones."
Boluogo's words were interrupted by Nathaniel. He said, "I have a hunch that the darkness created by the Night King is a black hole that annihilates information. At that time, my senses were not stripped away, but directly
When it is deleted, it becomes almost gone. There is no information whatsoever, so naturally you can’t feel anything.”
Nathaniel's expression had never been more serious. In his expectation, the Night King had become the most powerful enemy that the Bureau of Order had faced since the Secret War.
"The consciousness of self is also constantly becoming thinner in the darkness of annihilation..."
Nathaniel coughed twice in pain and stood up with difficulty. His figure shook twice, but soon stabilized, like a stubborn rock.
"That's all I know, we should go."
"Where to go?"
Nathaniel pointed to the top of his head, "Where else can we go? The battle is not over yet."
"Are you okay?" Bologg asked worriedly, "I think you should rest here, at least for a while."
Nathaniel was silent for a long time this time, until Bologo couldn't help but said, "Did I say something wrong?"
"No," Nathaniel shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just didn't expect that one day, someone would tell me that it's time for me to rest."
In the past, Nethaniel had always stood at the forefront of the struggle. He never thought about retreating or handing over his responsibilities to others. Nethaniel had shouldered the heavy responsibility for so long that he thought it was an important task.
It grows on my body and is closely connected to my flesh and blood. I never thought that it could be removed.
Until today.
Nathaniel asked, "Can I trust you? Borrog."
"Me? Is this some kind of loyalty test? At this time?" Boluogo asked confused.
"No, it's not a loyalty test. This kind of thing is the most meaningless," Nathaniel shook his head and continued, "I mean, can I trust you to solve all this perfectly?"
Burlogo replied without hesitation, "Of course."
"very good."
As if frustrated, Nathaniel stood up and sat down again. His eyes lost focus, as if he was looking into the distance, or simply in a daze.
Borogo felt that it was time for him to leave and continue upward to resolve all the chaos, but when he was about to leave, Nathaniel's voice sounded again.
"Boluogo, I have one more thing to entrust you with."
"What?"
"If...if I accidentally die in battle, please be sure to cut off my head and bring it to everyone."
Nathaniel said expressionlessly, as if he was completely unaware of the terrifying words he was saying.
"We are actually very similar to the Secret Group. We both put something in the highest position. But the difference is that the Secret Group chose the Sublime Ones, while we chose all human beings."
He then added, "For the sake of all mankind, the Glorious One is also a cherished resource."
Boluogo's eyes were lowered. He recalled the conversation he had with Nathaniel. Those words were like prophecies, one by one coming true today, and an inexplicable feeling filled his mind.
"okay, I get it."
Boluogo accepted Nathaniel's request, and then he said in a more stern tone, "But, Deputy Director, a living Glorious One, even if he cannot exert his full power, is better than a dead one."
A corpse, a head."
He followed Nathaniel's example and quantified everything indifferently, "The Glorious One is a resource, but this resource also depends on the efficiency of use, and no one can be wasted."
"Um."
Nathaniel nodded and squinted his eyes slightly. He recognized Boluogo's words and accelerated the healing of his chest. Even if he couldn't release his full strength, he still had to provide some combat power. You must know that he is still far from retirement.
when.
"Go ahead, I'll catch up with you after I get some rest."
Nathaniel said as he glanced at the roaring reactor behind him, "Then... I will think of a way to stop it. As long as this energy supply system is destroyed, the disturbing Aurora Road can be paralyzed.
."
After the action plan was completed, Borogo wasted no time and continued to climb up the long burnt ladder, listening to his footsteps gradually disappearing. Only Nathaniel was left here again.
Nathaniel leaned back and sighed involuntarily, "Ah...is this what it feels like to be relieved of a heavy responsibility? Lebius."
The new person has grown up and taken over the responsibilities of the old person. Just like the cells of life that continue to proliferate and age, with repeated replacement, the slender seedlings can also push open the boulders and grow into towering trees.
Nathaniel couldn't help but let out a hoarse laugh, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him taking a back seat. He rested in silence until he noticed the etheric reaction that was getting closer.
The approaching footsteps crushed Nessanil's dream. Looking at the figure walking from the passage, Nessanil didn't feel any unwillingness in his heart. In the calm just now, he seemed to be completely relieved with himself. He insisted on
If he was unwilling to do anything, he was just afraid that he would not be able to return to the others.
"What a coincidence, Duke of Spirit God."
Nathaniel stood up, showed that strong and confident smile again, and took the lead in greeting the other party.
Duke Spirit God looked at Nethaniel with vigilance. He could see the corpses here and the penetrating wound on Nethaniel's chest that almost killed him.
Obviously, Nethaniel is very fragile now, and maybe this is an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.
Kill Nethaniel...
Just having this idea in his mind made Duke Spirit God both surprised and happy.
The achievement of killing Nathaniel was enough for the Spiritual Duke to directly become a member of the Council of Sages and enjoy the gift of eternal life in the narrow heaven on earth. However, the possibilities after ecstasy made him extremely afraid.
Let’s not talk about whether he can really kill Nethaniel, but after killing him, can he stop the Bureau of Order’s furious revenge?
Nathaniel interrupted the Duke of Spirit God's fantasy, "Why don't you say anything? Do you want to take action?"
Duke Spiritual God still did not respond, but the aurora lingering on his body became more and more dazzling, and his own ether intensity surpassed the original defender and reached the realm of the Glorious One.
"Oh, did you still make a choice? What a shame."
Nethaniel spoke and moved around. He was convinced that he should kill all the high-level sublimation practitioners who were disobedient to the royal court in the etheric realm. There were only a few high-level sublimation practitioners in the Hidden Land.
, I need to stop Duke Spiritual God from interfering in the decisive battle between Boluogo and others.
"It's really regrettable."
Behind Duke Spirit God, a new voice sounded.
The Duke of Origin appeared from the shadow behind the Duke of Spiritual God, and the manic ether spread around him, turning into countless beating arcs, crackling.
Since leaving the nest, the Duke of Origin has been chasing the etheric remnants of Bologo, trying to strangle this guy who continues to wreak havoc in the hidden land, but he never expected that Bologo would finally come to the Holy Hub.
, and also encountered the seriously injured Nathaniel.
The actions of the Duke of Origin and Duke of Spirit coincided with each other. When they met once, the power of Aurora was carried on the body of Duke of Origin, further strengthening his power as he was already a glorious person.
Facing the two men with full firepower, Nethaniel suddenly felt a little confused. He felt that he was really going to die here, and he didn't know whether the head could be preserved. Even if it could be preserved, could it be guaranteed that he would not be brain-dead...
Nathaniel's expression became lonely. He was not afraid of death, but he felt desolate when he thought that he still could not return to the crowd.
That sad look came into the eyes of the two men. They thought that Nathaniel had fallen into despair, and a high-pitched fighting spirit aroused in their hearts.
The Duke of Origin summoned several bolts of etheric lightning, and the entangled thunder turned into a roaring thunder dragon, roaring towards Nethaniel. The Duke of Spirit God also released a series of psychic shocks, ignoring the obstacles of the physical body and striking directly.
The mind of Nathaniel.
The death of his former colleagues flashed back in front of his eyes, accompanied by severe pain, wantonly kneading and pulling on Nathanil's nerves. In that cruel and sad scene, familiar faces overlapped, and they all opened their eyes wide.
His mouth seemed to be whispering to Nathaniel, but also seemed to be shouting at him.
"No……"
Nathaniel seemed to be talking to the face in the hallucination, and he seemed to be talking to himself.
"No no no no……"
Nathaniel kept objecting, and his heart that had fallen silent became hot again, his tired muscles and nerves tightened, and his unclenched fists clenched again.
He raised his fist vigorously, and the roaring ether collided with the thunder dragon. After the dazzling light group, the thunder was dispersed in one fell swoop.
Nethaniel cannot die here. He has to crawl back to the Bureau of Order even if he crawls. This is his only wish, but even with this only wish, fate still refuses to answer.
Duke Origin moved forward quickly, his figure twisting into a blurry afterimage. Under the cover of Duke Spiritual God, he was in front of Nathaniel in an instant.
Pulling out the short sword from his waist, the sharp blade flashed with cold light, and then a layer of strange mist covered the blade, as if the solid metal body also atomized into smoke.
Originally, such an offensive was not a threat to Nethanil at all. As long as he released the heat calmly, he could easily burn the attacker to ashes.
But now the ferocious soul scar penetrates his alchemy matrix, which not only limits the transport efficiency of ether, but also greatly reduces the stability of the alchemy matrix. Once Nethanil unleashes his power unscrupulously as he did in the past, even if he is very likely to
It fell out of control and exploded like a real sun.
Nesanil carefully used the ether, and the ether amplification covered his right fist. He quickly punched the original Duke directly in the face, but just when he was about to touch him, the original Duke began to become blurred, and his body collapsed into
The pure ether was reorganized on the side of Nethanil's fist.
As a glorious person of the Origin School, relying on the power of the Aurora, the Origin Duke has been able to temporarily etherify himself freely to avoid attacks from the outside world. With this dodge, he seized the gap between Nethaniel's attacks.
, the atomized sword blade cut open Nethanil's abdomen, and many small wounds were arranged in sequence for a while.
A little mist penetrated deeply into Nethaniel's wounds, biting more wounds into the etheric body. The blood mixed with the embodied ether and gurgled out.
Nethanil's eyes were red, and the ether was released violently. The scorching sun rose again. In the instant of extreme high temperature, even the ether of the original Duke was quickly evaporated.
"How many more times can you use this move?"
In the heat wave, Duke Origin laughed loudly. From this brief confrontation, he could already feel Nathaniel's weakness and scars.
But...Nathaniel is really powerful. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still release such power.
Nathaniel gasped, and he stared at the Duke of Origin. Suddenly, his fierce gaze softened. The next moment, a large amount of ether gathered on the fist, as if it was about to swing through.
A punch of heaven and earth.
But this punch was not directed at the Duke of Origin, but at the ether furnace behind Nathaniel.
In the last moments, Nathaniel accepted the status quo and completed reconciliation with himself. He wanted to use the only power he had to make the most efficient decision.
Break through the Aether Furnace, destroy the Aurora Road, and paralyze the Hidden Land.
When the power of the mountain roar and tsunami rose from the ground, the Duke of Origin also realized Nethanil's purpose. He commanded all the ether to rush through the alchemical matrix, refusing to stop even if the collision created dense cracks.
Silence and abstinence.
The absolute ether vacuum enveloped Nethanil, preventing him from absorbing ether from the outside world. It also curbed the ether restlessness in his body, and continuously stripped and drained the ether he had gathered.
Duke Spiritual God is also desperately releasing secret energy, repeatedly hitting Nethaniel's mind. If this offensive continues, before the Duke of Origin pierces Nethaniel's heart, Duke Spiritual God himself will be able to kill Nethaniel.
The brain is burned dry.
The figure of the original Duke turned into ether, collapsed, and then condensed in front of Nethaniel. The atomized short sword thrust out against the edge of the fist, penetrated Nethaniel's fist, and pierced his palm.
Nethaniel said nothing, and then raised another fist, but this time the fist failed to land. The Duke of Spirit God defeated Nethaniel's sensory system, and blood flowed out of his nose uncontrollably, with a burst of
A painful feeling of suffocation.
The Duke of Origin held a ball of ether lightning and prepared to pour it into Nethanil along the injury on his chest to completely detonate him.
A strange ether suddenly rose on the battlefield.
The Duke of Origin vigilantly judged the direction of the visitor, but his etheric perception told him that his opponent was right in front of him.
In an instant, the shadow on the ground squirmed and swelled, engulfing Nethanil in one fell swoop. In a few flashes, the shadow evacuated to a safe area, and then spit out Nethanil.
Nathaniel was in a daze for a while. He was a little confused about the development of the battle. He turned his head to look at the figure emerging from the shadows, and met a pair of terrifying scarlet eyes.
Nathaniel raised his fist almost instinctively, when another voice stopped him.
"Wait! Don't do it! Yourself!"
Also emerging from the shadows was Palmer. He hugged Nathaniel's arm and shouted hoarsely.
"Palmer?"
Nathaniel was really in a daze this time. Such a serious moment of life and death was actually wiped out by Palmer's tone that sounded like a drake's voice.
"Let me introduce, this is Olivia Villeless. According to "The Oath of Dawn", she is a legal night tribe."
Palmer never thought in his life that he would vouch for a Night Clan, let alone that he could name such a strange name as a legitimate Night Clan.
Nethaniel nodded blankly. For the first time, this lion-like man looked at a loss. Fortunately, within a few seconds, Nethaniel recovered.
"You shouldn't have come to save me."
Nethanil shook his head. There was a defender and a power bearer. The addition of this little force was not enough to change the situation of the battle, and there was no need to save themselves. They should directly cross over themselves and go to support Bologo.
"The Secret Group is the solid backing of the Bureau of Order, so rescuing you, deputy director, is our duty."
A new voice sounded, saying something that made Nathaniel doubly funny.
"Solid backing? You..."
Nethaniel was about to laugh disdainfully and go back, but he saw two figures walking into the battlefield one after another, and judging from their attitudes, these two people were actually on his side.
"Deputy Director, let me stress it again," said Duke Osana of Rhapsody, "this is not a rebellion, but a civil war between the secret groups."
"My father and I are still loyal allies of the Bureau of Order."
Behind Osana, the herald who had been hiding, Fabien, nodded gently, acknowledging Osana's words.
Osana asked, "Do you agree with this?"
The situation became clear. No matter how slow Nathaniel was, he understood that from Osana's perspective, this was indeed a civil war between the secret groups.
The Rhapsody Family uses the power of the Bureau of Order to fight for control of the Secret Groups, and the Bureau of Order also needs the existence of the Rhapsody Family to eliminate extreme existences such as the Supreme Beings.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and nodded to her, "I agree."
A smile appeared on Osana's tense face, and the next moment a high-pitched etheric reaction rose up from her and Fabien, all pouring towards the Duke of Origin and Duke of Spirit.
