Chapter 822 Turning Point

The blood was boiling and surging, raising layers of blood waves. Under the ripples, countless corpses were covered. They struggled and roared in the blood, and the sound of breaking echoed on the lake, which was horrifying.

Tino's eyes were filled with fanaticism. He knew that the god he believed in had come, and Blogo was ready. Although this was not the first time he had confronted the devil, no one knew what these moody guys would do.

Blogo looked at the blood that continued to spread. All the materials in the area covered by the blood were swallowed up. The broken benches sank one after another, even the burning candlesticks.

Dragging up York's broken body, Blogo led him back until he stood at the edge of the statue. The blood stopped spreading. At this moment, there was nothing in the church, except for the countless heads, limbs and corpses rising and falling in it. A series of screams and wails came from their mouths, as if calling for the destination of life.

If Blogo were to write history for the extraordinary world, he would definitely regard the Decay Plague incident as a turning point in the world's change.

The wandering fork in the Great Rift was completely destroyed, the abandoned land was exposed, the light that had been burning for countless years showed a trend of extinguishing, and the evil of this world tortured by the fire was about to escape from the cage.

The King's Secret Sword was severely damaged, and Overlord Xilin also returned at this moment.

As the concentration of ether continued to rise, Blogo felt that the whole world was like experiencing a large-scale reality shattering.

Reality shattering.

The illusory story and the real reality are slowly overlapping, and the monsters hidden in the story are rushing out of the darkness one after another as if they are no longer afraid of light.

The Night Clan, the Scarlet Corruption Sect, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce... The followers of the devils no longer hide themselves, but step into the world in a high-profile manner, spreading noise and madness, until there is no boundary between fantasy and reality.

Blogo thought that the rise of the Night Clan was crazy enough, until even the devils no longer hide themselves.

"Lady!" Tino shouted, "Great Lady!"

He sensed the great existence and shed tears of excitement. As a fanatic, everything at the moment was a great gift to him, but the next second, his carnival eulogy came to an abrupt end. He saw countless arms sticking out from the blood and tightly grasping Tino's body.

Then tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood.

Tino wailed in pain, but his wailing could not stop the tragedy from happening at all. More and more arms grabbed him and dragged him into the blood little by little.

The sound of tearing, biting, chewing... It seemed that countless hungry monsters were lurking under the blood. They were feasting on Tino's body, stripping his flesh and blood, and breaking his bones and sucking them dry.

Bologo looked at this scene indifferently. It was not the first time he had seen the madness of the Xingrot Sect. As for Tino's end, there was nothing to sympathize with.

"Is this blood considered as your sacrifice?"

Berogo asked, "Just like the original sin you represent, the things that correspond to your desires will guide you."

Opening the suitcase, Berogo pulled out the dark bite. Under the aether amplification, this deadly blade is enough to cut off any substance... Berogo has not tried to split the devil with it.

Dense bubbles emerged and burst from the blood, making a gurgling sound. In this area full of horror, a pile of skulls composed of scarlet bone marrow floated out of the blood.

They adhered to muscle tissue to form a terrifying skeleton. The bones showed a soft, flexible and slender shape. They waved their blood-red arms and made a low murmur, as if chanting an evil curse.

Under the crazy atmosphere, the high concentration of aether accumulated here, Berogo even had a strange sense of detachment, as if the church he was in had been stripped from reality by the power of the devil and thrown into the aether world.

On the skull platform, Blogo saw the lady covered in blood. She was entangled by these skeletons, as if she was tortured and threatened by them, and as if she was worshipped by them.

Blood flowed through her body, woven into a bright red hem. She slowly raised her head, and countless faces flashed on her face.

All demons are like this. They never have a specific face or form. They change more according to the inner desires of the observer, but some demons will choose a form with certain characteristics due to their personality and other factors.

For example, astronauts.

"Mr. Blogo Lazarus," the lady said, "We meet again."

She slowly walked down the skull platform, stepped on the blood mirror, and approached step by step, dragging a gorgeous crimson robe behind her, and the strong bloody smell around her came with it.

"You appear more and more frequently in the mortal world," Bologo said calmly, "even your image has become more specific... Your influence on the material world has increased, and you have even gotten rid of the constraints of the country?"

The etheric world is slowly overlapping with the material world. As the concentration of ether increases, these monsters bound in the etheric world will gain more power in the material world.

"It's not completely free yet, but I can still do a meeting like this." said the lady.

Boluogo was silent for a moment and suddenly raised his hand. At his command, the wall beside him instantly collapsed and a crack appeared. What appeared behind the crack was not a familiar town, but a turbid darkness. , and the flashing arc glare in the darkness.

Seeing this scene, Boluogo felt much more relaxed, "We are not in the material world."

The lady laughed, knowing that she would not be able to fool Bologger. Boluoge also smiled slightly awkwardly and became a little nervous.

In the past years, the devils' direct interference in the material world had little impact. Even if they made some progress, they only created a land where they could exert their power. But as the two worlds overlap, the concentration of ether increases. With the promotion, the devils undoubtedly gained more power.

It is true that the Lady cannot completely descend to the material world, but she can extract part of the material world and sublime the entire area into the etheric world.

Now this church is located between the material world and the etheric world.

"What do you want to do? Madam." Bologo took a deep breath.

"Nothing, I just came to meet my enemy. After all, our conflict is getting more and more acute. There is almost no room for adjustment. Maybe we will draw swords against each other next time we meet."

"Oh? I thought we were mortal enemies."

Even in the face of the devil, Boluogo still maintained his strength. Anyway, this was not the first time he had done this.

"There are no absolute mortal enemies, there are just entanglements of interests," the lady said, "I think I..."

"Shut up."

Burlogo snapped, rejecting all of the lady's proposals flatly.

"Are you sure you don't want to hear it?"

The lady was not angry at Boluogo's offense. She continued to walk forward, with strands of black hair falling from her temples and sliding across her forehead. Her face had no expression, as if it were a piece of white paper. , this situation is like a ghostly performance.

"What are you listening to? I've heard enough of your nonsense." Bologo said.

The woman simply said, "Leviathan cannot be trusted."

"Mammon has said this before," Bologg shook his head, "He is not trustworthy, how can you be trustworthy?"

"We do deserve to be trusted in some necessary situations."

The lady confessed to Boluogo, "A new round of disputes has begun. We want to defeat Leviathan, but he is much more difficult than we thought, so I hope to make progress with you."

As Leviathan's chosen one, Bologo occupies a crucial position in the dispute.

"Kill me? Or imprison me?"

Boluogo was not surprised by this development. Having faced danger so many times, Boluogo's nerves were almost numb.

"No, no, no, how could it be?"

The lady's hand was placed on her chest, outlining her curves. She came closer, getting closer and closer, and then stopped. Suddenly, her breath hit her face, like a breath of blood, which made people addicted to it. , many strange hallucinations could not help but appear in my mind.

"External pressure will only bring you closer together," the woman said. "I want to tell you some secrets, some secrets about Leviathan."

"for example?"

"For example, Leviathan almost defeated everyone and became the only king of devils."

Boluogo's heart was a little heavy. He had thought about the power of Leviathan among the devils, but he did not expect it to be like this.

"Admit it, Boluogo, rather than deciding on the only devil king, the situation in which we conquer each other is more suitable for human survival, isn't it?"

The lady continued, "Once a unified and absolute will appears, and under the premise that the etheric world and the material world overlap, will you have any chance of winning?"

Boluogo suddenly thought of the fight between the holders of the Origin Sin Arms, and what was the difference between the champion they decided and the King of Devils.

Unification is not a good choice, nor is division. The wills carrying the power are full of contradictions and distortions.

"You want me to betray Leviathan?" Borlog asked.

"I don't think I can convince you that easily."

"Then what are you talking about?"

"But I believe in you. I believe that you will make the right decision after knowing some information... In other words, you will take the initiative to betray Leviathan."

Boluogo suddenly laughed and said sarcastically, "Why do you think I will be loyal to Leviathan?"

This sentence stopped the lady. She didn't expect Bologg to say such a sentence. Then she wanted to say something else, but she realized that the surrounding ether was escaping at high speed.

Boluogo's eyes shone with light. Under his command, the surrounding ether escaped at high speed like a tide, converging towards the void area. Countless energy fluctuated, exuding a faint white light, venting.

Bologo was not of the original school and could not learn etheric silence and etheric restraint. However, as he became familiar with the secret power and the command of dominion, Bologo found that he could artificially create a weakened etheric vacuum at another level.

Order all ethers to flee!

The power of control becomes stronger, and they burst out strong energy fluctuations in the air. As the flow rate of ether continues to increase, these fluctuations suddenly form a strong suction force, drawing the surrounding air into it, along the It was thrown towards the outside world through the gap broken by Boluogo.

Like a flood that broke through a dam, the ether in the room was drained away in the blink of an eye, and the rise of the material world in the area was also forcibly interrupted. Without the support of the ether, the foundation of reality fell into the material world again.

The lady suddenly felt the pressure from all around. As the ether was driven away and the church returned to reality, the laws of the material world were resisting the lady's existence and trying to expel her.

Seeing this, the lady just smiled, "You always bring surprises to me, Blogo."

Blogo suddenly stepped forward, and a swift slash fell in an instant. The dark sword body was like an abyss, swallowing up the mind that looked directly at the blade.

A tiny drop of blood suddenly oozed out of the woman's smooth neck, and the next moment the whole head fell into the blood, and the skull platform collapsed together.

The blood boiled and evaporated quickly, swallowing everything together. When it burned dry, there was nothing left on the ground, whether it was the remains of the bench or the broken limbs of the body, there was nothing left, only the coagulated blood gas was filled.

Blogo withdrew his resentment. This was not the first time he had offended the devil. What others saw as a crazy slash, Blogo just thought was natural.

"What do you think of her words..." Amy asked in a low voice.

"Some are true and some are false," Blogo said, "I never doubted Leviathan's ambition, but so do they."

"But..."

Blogo turned around slowly and looked at York, who was dying. He raised his hand and cut open his palm. Blood dripped and flowed into York's throat.

"I think her real purpose is to kill Tino and keep the secret."

"Hmm?"

"I guess she didn't expect that her believers would meet me here. As Tino said, they must be trying to release the evil in this world."

"What should we do next?"

This kind of thing is too complicated for Amy. Sometimes she thinks it's good to be a backup battery.

"Next," Blogo said, looking at York who was lying on the ground, "Let's wait for him to wake up first."

"It's really strange. Although the Night Clan is very active, they don't have the courage to approach the City of Oath Opus, but now there is such a Night Clan in Graystone Town."

In the months of fighting, Blogo has accumulated a lot of experience with the Night Clan. "What I don't understand is that every Night Clan is a walking source of plague. When you find a Night Clan, he may have given blood to more Night Clan, or even a large number of bloodthirsty people."

Recalling his brief experience in Graystone Town, Blogo became more confused.

"But this town is very clean, and it seems that there is only one Night Clan."

Blogo doesn't understand what's going on with York. Has he never given blood to anyone? This sounds too contradictory to the nature of the Night Clan.

But... this world itself is contradictory.