Boluogo handed over the incomplete Speaker to Holt. Now the Speaker's moment soul threshold is completely shattered, and the alchemy matrix is also covered with soul scars. As long as Holt continues to maintain the absolute slowness of his consciousness itself, he can
Disable the Speaker to the greatest extent possible.
From the current point of view, the life and death of the Speaker, as long as he is still within the range of the Nest Heart, he will not die for the time being. As for leaving the Nest Heart... Boluogo has not yet tried the idea. As for the further treatment of the Speaker, this is not
What Bologo should be concerned about should be solved by the professional scholars of the Sublimation Furnace Core.
“The cooperation is good.”
Boluogo sat down against the wall. The continuous battles had consumed him greatly, not to mention that two kinds of protection were activated at the same time. The severe pain and discomfort of mental distortion lingered constantly. Under this torture, Boluogo
I once wanted to commit suicide and reset my physical condition to see if it could be relieved.
Forget it, life is indeed precious, but you can't abuse it just because you are an immortal.
Boluogo squinted his eyes slightly, and the muscles in his whole body relaxed, and the pain came one after another like a tide.
Holt carried the mutilated speaker, staggered to Bologg's side, and sat down against the wall.
“It’s really good.”
Holt raised his hand and gave Burlogo a gentle high-five.
The two looked at each other and smiled, and then fell into silence. A few minutes ago, the two of them were comrades fighting side by side, but after the battle, the two of them, who were not very familiar with each other, became awkward again.
Holt was the first to break the silence, "So is that a kind of protection?"
Boluogo nodded and raised the saw-axe that had fallen into a peaceful sleep. "Yes, the protection from the Sin of Wrath and the Eye of Eternal Wrath. The specific effect is probably to temporarily integrate with the weapon, and then gain a part of the eternal wrath."
The power of the Eyes of Wrath plunged into a frenzied killing spree."
"oh……"
Holt sighed and moved silently, trying to stay away from the axe.
"You look like you have a lot to say," said Burlogo.
"It's okay...just a little unexpected."
"What's the surprise?"
"Um……"
Holt recalled the brutal scene of Boluogo. His body was completely deformed into a monster full of sharp edges. Like a razor, each blow could scrape off large pieces of flesh and blood, and the blood gurgled like a gush.
"Do you usually fight like that?" Holt sighed, "You are much more brutal than I thought."
"No, no."
Boluogo waved his hands repeatedly and testified for himself, "I am not a violent maniac. I will only take risks when necessary."
He added, "You don't think that protection is a free power, do you?"
Holt looked at Boluogo's eyes, and after a moment, he responded, "Indeed, all power has a price."
"Fortunately, I can still afford these prices," Bologo joked. "If someone else did this, after killing the Speaker, you should find a way to suppress him."
Holt smiled bitterly. After the battle, Boluogo returned to normal, but in several looks at each other, Holt could still see the extreme killing intent in Boluogo's eyes, as if these successive battles
Still unable to satisfy Boluogo, maybe Boluogo will swing his sword towards him in the next second.
"But, luckily, the worst situation didn't happen."
Boluogo's body slid down and he lay completely on the ground, with the board upright.
Holt asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
"We failed, and we couldn't kill that bastard even though we tried our best."
"I guess..." Holt paused and asked, "Even in that situation, you still have a way to deal with it, right?"
"Of course," Boluogo lay on the ground and patted his chest, "I am a professional, and it is part of my responsibility to deal with all emergencies."
"What are you going to do?"
Holt's curiosity was piqued. As the strongest member of the Bureau of Order's Glory, if he couldn't deal with the Speaker, what would Bologo do as a defender?
"I'll tell you to run away and see if you can save a few more people along the way. It's best to clear this tower."
As Boluogo spoke, he dug into his pocket and lifted up a shiny object. "When everything is ready, I will start this thing."
Holt looked at the shiny thing in confusion. It looked like a crystal handicraft. It had no etheric reaction at all and could not detect any evil aura.
"What's this?"
"Crystal core, light-burning crystal core."
Boluogo said in a leisurely and relaxed tone, "Do you still remember the fire that burned the pack-devouring beast in the abandoned land? It was released by this thing. You should be very familiar with it."
Holt fell silent again. He looked at the saw axe, then at the crystal core. He silently moved a little to one side, keeping a safe distance from Boluogo.
"Oh...oh! It's Guangzhuo, that's it, that's it."
Holt's heart turned pale. He thought that Boluogo was extremely dangerous if he carried a source of sin weapon, but he never expected that he actually carried a light-scorching crystal core. Hell, as long as there are enough
Ether, this bastard is a humanoid self-propelled super bomb.
Others may not feel anything about Guangzhuo, but Holt is different. He has been hiding in that ghost place in the Abandoned Land for so many years, almost accompanying these ghosts day and night.
Holt's day usually starts like this. He wakes up in bed, rubs his sleepy eyes, washes his face, brushes his teeth and walks around with a toothbrush. He does a brief inspection and comes to the edge of the outpost platform.
The huge body was still burning under his eyes, and he spat out all the saliva mixed with the toothpaste residue.
When he thinks that the herd-devouring beast will eat all the toothpaste, Holt will feel an inexplicable feeling of joy, and then start a beautiful day with this feeling of joy.
"Put it away, put it away quickly."
Holt urged, as long as Bologg wanted to, he could release the light at any time and burn this tower. If he usurped the power of the ether furnace and relied on the endless ether support, even if he burned the entire hidden land,
It's not a difficult thing.
After resting for a while, Bologo slowly stood up from the ground, and Holt also stood up to see what the expert would do next.
Boluogo walked to the wall and briefly looked at the miserable Speaker, "Don't you think he looks like a cane?"
"Crutches?"
Holt came over and carefully picked up the speaker. After thinking for a moment, he turned the speaker over, with his head down and his spine up. The bloody nerves were wrapped in his hands, and then his legs bent to the knees.
Burlogo looked at Holt's style with confusion and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you think this is more like a heavy metal band?"
Holt said, pulling at the scattered nerve fibers as if plucking a string.
"ah?"
Boluogo didn't expect that Holt's imagination would run wilder than his own.
Holt added, "Do you need me to howl twice? I was the lead singer of a band when I was young."
…
After bidding farewell to Holt, Bologg walked down the way he came. Perhaps the biggest enemy had been dealt with. Even though this was still an enemy camp, Bologg's pace was surprisingly relaxed.
The footsteps continued to echo, until the same echo came from not far away, and another footsteps broke into Boluogo's ears.
Bologo gripped his grip with resentment vigilantly. The Speaker had been incapacitated and the Council of Sages had been completely controlled. Now that the group of secrets had been completely defeated, Bologo hoped that the other party would surrender immediately instead of allowing himself to continue killing.
Today, both the sword and the ax drank enough blood.
Fuzzy figures gradually appeared, and the sound of footsteps became more frequent. Bologg roughly judged that there were two people coming, and then at the corner of the stairs, Bologg saw their faces clearly.
Fabien and Osana stopped and looked up at Bologg above, keeping a safe distance from him.
The silence lasted for a moment, and Osana was the first to speak, "Bologo, since you are here, that means..."
"It's over," Bologg shouted. "We captured the heart of the nest and controlled the Speaker. Everything is over."
Osana's breathing stagnated for a moment. She didn't expect that it would all end like this. She originally planned to end this dark reign by herself and Fabien.
Boluogo's muscles tensed up, and Aether was ready to attack. "So, have you seen Nathaniel? Is he still alive?"
"I've seen it. He's still alive. He's on the level of the Ether Furnace." Fabien noticed the strangeness of Bologo and immediately responded, "He's with your team members."
Fabien added, "That boy from the Clerks family, and... that Night Clan."
Regarding Olivia, Fabien and Osana were absolutely vigilant. However, from Palmer's explanation, it seemed that she was indeed a legal night tribe. Even when Nathaniel saw her later,
Neither said anything more.
"good."
Boluogo nodded, letting down most of his vigilance, "The Speaker has not been killed yet, he has just been rendered powerless. There is no good way to deal with him completely now."
"Well, I understand. Let us professionals solve this part."
Fabien said, motioning to Osana beside him, who stepped forward and walked towards Bologo cautiously.
It wasn't until the moment she passed by Boluogo that Osana breathed a sigh of relief. She had previously thought that Boluogo was a special undead, but she never expected that this undead could solve the entire problem.
Council of Sages, even if he has the help of another Glorious One.
Osana once again realized that what she had attracted was not an envoy or investigation team, but a complete army, which in a matter of seconds completely destroyed the command system of the Secret Regiment.
This is not destruction, but purification. A brand new command system will replace the Council of Sages, and the Order of Secrets will also usher in a new round of reforms. As for the cost of all this... Osana feels that she can bear it.
Borlog asked Fabien, "Aren't you going with her?"
"No, since the Speaker has been rendered powerless, there is no need for me to go," Fabien waved his hand, then smiled and sighed, "Hey, I have been mentally preparing for this journey for a long time.
"
"what to prepare?"
"Be prepared to sacrifice yourself," Fabien sighed, "If you want to defeat those immortals, you can't do it without paying a price."
Boluogo thought for a moment and realized, "This is your plan? Use the Bureau of Order to subvert the rule of the Council of Sages. If necessary, you will destroy them yourself."
"It's not necessary," Fabien shook his head, "In my original plan, I didn't think the Bureau of Order could solve the Council of Sages."
Boluogo was delighted, "Do we think we have performed well?"
"More than that, it makes me whole-heartedly follow the Bureau of Order," Fabien joked in the first half of the sentence, but the second half became more serious, "Otherwise, it shouldn't be much more troublesome for you to destroy us than to destroy the Council of Sages."
"Um."
Bologna did not answer a clear statement, but only affirmed vaguely. It was also in this exchange that Fabien's position and ownership were determined.
Fabien asked again, "But... I'm curious as to how you were unable to transform him. Utopia is not easy to deal with."
"You don't need to worry about this. All you need to know is that he is no different from dead now."
Boluogo does not intend to reveal his identity as an unshakable person, which is much more important than his identity as an immortal.
"All right."
Fabien paused for a moment and then asked, "Do you have any thoughts on the Utopian Seed? For example, speculation about this power and the possibility of its further extension?"
"I do not understand what you said."
Boluogo leaned on the armrest. He was a little irritable and wanted to end the topic as soon as possible.
"Well...according to the plan of the Council of Sages, endless extraordinary wars will break out in the world next, and we will avoid all of this. After the war, the world's territorial interests will be re-divided, and then we will completely step out of the shadows.
Stand in the sun."
Fabien talked to himself, "We will expand the kingdom of heaven on earth. It will no longer be limited to the heart of the nest, but will expand to the entire hidden land, and then the surrounding territories, until a real country is formed.
A paradise country where all wishes can come true.”
Bologo hated these guys' fantasies, "Don't think about it, it's all over."
"No, no, no, what I want to say is, once this kind of paradise country is formed, is its purpose only to maintain eternal life?"
Fabien smiled at Bologg and guided, "The desire for eternal life is really boring. This land of paradise should be used to achieve something greater."
Boluogo stood up straight and looked at Fabien. He had to admit that he was aroused by Fabien's words.
"for example?"
"For example, how about deducing the future of mankind?"
Fabien knew that he had succeeded. He stepped forward with an intimate look on his face, closing the distance between him and Bologg.
"For example, let the people of the Promised Land develop freely and let time pass normally. After hundreds or thousands of years, whenever there is an irreversible crisis in human development, reset everything. When the crisis breaks out again,
, carry out corrective intervention...In the infinite trial and error and reset, we will eventually deduce an optimal solution for the future of mankind."
