Chapter 825 Collapse

Berogo stood there like a statue, thunder rumbled in his mind, as if a giant was roaring at him, telling him that name.

Regent.

York didn't know what the name Regent meant, but Berogo was different. He knew it too well. He was the pure-blooded Night Clan who escaped from the Dawn Oath, the leader who disobeyed the royal court, and tried to rebuild the Regent of the Eternal Night Empire.

Since the Decay Plague incident, a series of Night Clan incidents that broke out in the Rhine Alliance were all caused by him, and he was also the biggest enemy who disturbed the order of the physical world recently.

"In other words, the Regent appeared here about a few months ago?"

Berogo seemed to be asking questions, and seemed to be talking to himself. York nodded. From Berogo's reaction, he also realized the horror of the Regent.

York saw enough things that night. Originally, Tino had put great pressure on him and almost killed him completely. But with the arrival of Blogo, Tino and others were crushed like ants. It is hard to imagine how powerful Blogo is, but now such a powerful Blogo would show such an expression when he heard about the regent...

Before Blogo continued to think, a strong sense of crisis broke out from the bottom of his heart. He lowered his head and saw a twisted black umbilical cord that had a complete form and was extending outside the church.

Is it the regent? Or something else?

The pungent smell of fishy smell poured into Blogo's nasal cavity. This disgusting smell was not the first time he smelled it. The wriggling and twisted flesh and blood appeared directly in his mind.

Blogo turned and rushed out of the church. At this time, the sky was already dawning. He jumped up and jumped directly to the top of the building, overlooking the whole town, and easily saw the source of the evil power.

"The Crimson Sect..."

Looking at the inn that was completely flesh and blood, Blogo's heart sank. After being promoted to team leader, many secret knowledge was also opened to Blogo, including the knowledge about extraordinary disasters.

Blogo easily recognized the flesh and blood plague that enveloped the inn, and he knew very well that he could not let it continue to develop.

But why is it at this time?

Because he just killed Tino? Or is it the arrival of the Scarlet Madam?

Blogo didn't have time to think about it, and ordered, "You keep an eye on him, Amy."

Amy was worried for a while, but still listened to Blogo's words. Blogo's figure began to blur, and the next moment the overlapping figures separated. Amy jumped off the roof, walked quickly into the church, and controlled York again. Maybe he was the only survivor of this trip.

Blogo ran towards the rising flesh and blood creature. He felt that it should be his sudden appearance that disrupted some plans of the Crimson Sect, causing them to have to bring all this forward.

If it were someone else, it would be hard to handle this crisis, but fortunately, it was Bologo who was on the scene, an expert in dealing with troubles.

In a blink of an eye, the fully activated inn stretched out its tentacles towards the surrounding streets and houses, trying to transform them into flesh and blood creations.

Many people who were sleeping woke up one after another, but when they opened their eyes, they saw only bloody chunks of flesh and blood. Screams rang out one after another, but as the flesh and blood were completely wrapped, these sounds stopped abruptly.

The whole scene became more and more crazy, and the flesh and blood creations grew wildly on the ground, spreading towards the street like a fungal blanket, transforming the surrounding inorganic matter into organic matter, and the iron lamp posts and signs were instantly invaded, the metal turned into pieces of flesh, and the gaps were full of rotating eyeballs.

Some people broke free from the shackles of flesh and blood, and escaped from the tumor-like house with difficulty, fleeing in fear, but there was no doubt that these crazy flesh and blood were faster and stronger than anyone else.

They raged in the streets of the old town, turning everything along the way into a sea of ​​flesh and blood. The waves surged and swallowed up the figures running on the streets.

The breath of terror filled the air, and the tragic scenes were intertwined like the end of the world. Everything turned into a bloody chaos.

But when the flesh and blood tried to continue to expand, the majestic ether reaction rose from the ground.

The scales of the serpent turned into extended silver-white hands. They inserted into the earth one after another, like stilts, propping up Blogo high. A blue storm rolled in his eyes, and the glow of ether surged at high speed on the alchemical matrix on the surface of his body.

According to the teaching in the material, in order to curb the flesh and blood plague, the first thing to do is to create an isolation zone.

Blogo raised his hand and pressed it down suddenly, as if he wanted to smash the earth with one palm.

At first, nothing happened, but after a few seconds, the power of distorting matter came late.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake slightly, and the ground cracked. At first, there were only a few cracks, but later the whole ground was like being chopped by a huge axe, and the cracks spread to the entire area.

The roar sounded like thunder hitting the earth. Buildings began to tilt and break with the earthquake. Some more unfortunate buildings collapsed completely, and broken tiles and concrete blocks flew everywhere.

The flesh-and-blood buildings and materials were also involved in the collapse. The air was full of dust and heat waves. Suddenly, a gloomy and terrifying roar came from the buildings that were shattered by the earthquake, which was frightening.

Blog ignored all this. Under his drive, the ground sank into a huge deep pit, and the deep and dark well swallowed everything.

The silver hand was like a giant tentacle, pulling Blogo deeper into the deep well. Under the continuous operation of the secret power and command decree, the deep well continued to collapse downwards, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

In the endless darkness, the red mercury interlaced and exploded, producing a series of deadly flames. The fireworks fell into the darkness, directly igniting the wildly growing flesh and blood, and also illuminating the terrifying well.

Even Blogo couldn't help holding his breath when he saw such a scene.

At present, the bottom of the well that continued to sink has become a sea of ​​flesh and blood, with countless corpses piled up in it. They are hanging upside down, waving their arms wildly, and opening their mouths wide, as if calling for more prey.

In this mountain of flesh, every building has been transformed into a flesh body. They are covered with countless bones and muscle tissues, and the intertwined tentacles make the darkness only have great fear and chaos.

Blogo dragged them into the darkness, but also made them gather together. In the sobbing wailing, they quickly expanded and multiplied.

The bloody corpses struggled to crawl out of the flesh and blood, wailing like weeping. This incredible scene made Blogo's stomach surge - as if the souls of the dead were still struggling there, trying to escape from this ghostly hell.

Blogo took a deep breath, clenched his resentful bite in one hand, and held the hand axe in the other hand. Countless silver-white hands danced wildly around him, accompanied by the burning of red mercury, casting fireballs, burning the flesh and blood, and smashing it into pieces.

But this is not enough, not enough to deal with these crazy growing flesh and blood. They have evolved into a huge organism. All Blogo did was to hurt it, not to kill it completely.

Seeing its appearance, Blogo couldn't help but think of the evil of this world, the beast of the devouring group. In comparison, how similar the two are, as if the head of the devouring group is the actual incarnation of the extraordinary disaster, the eternal rotten land.

"Aimu, have you notified the Order Bureau?" Blogo contacted Aimu through the whistle.

"The decision-making room has received it, and the processing team is rushing here."

"Okay."

After receiving the news from Amy, Blogo felt a little relieved. The knife and axe obviously couldn't kill these growing flesh and blood, and the burning of red mercury obviously couldn't do it.

What Blogo can do now is to control the spread of the plague until professionals come to burn it out.

Endless wailing sounds came from below, and then one bloody tentacles after another rolled up rapidly, trying to devour Blogo's flesh and blood, but before they got close, a silver-white light flashed, and the silver-white hand turned into a sharp sword, easily splitting and chopping the tentacles.

"Maybe... maybe I can try it."

Blogo stared at this sea of ​​flesh and blood, and an extremely dangerous idea sprouted from the bottom of his heart.

Since becoming the team leader and hunting the night tribe, Blogo has been in high-intensity battles. With the accumulation of combat experience, Blogo's mastery of his own secret power has become more and more advanced.

It can be said that in terms of the precision of ether, Bologo has trained himself to the extreme. If it were not for the limitation of his rank, Bologo once felt that his skills in ether amplification could reach the extreme.

In addition to the progress in ether skills and precision of control, another significant progress of Bologo is the lethality of secret energy.

Under the highly precise ether operation, except for the powerless people of the same rank, all people below Bologo's rank can easily be penetrated by Bologo through the critical point of the soul, and then controlled, just like Tino, losing control of the body and becoming fish on the chopping board.

"The sword can't cut it, the axe can't chop it... Then what about my secret energy?"

Berogo thought so, and suddenly his body lost the support of the silver-white hand and fell straight into the sea of ​​flesh and blood.

It will take some time for the processing team to arrive. During this period, Bologo must control the spread of the disaster, but compared to these, he wants to try whether he can completely kill this group of undead flesh and blood through secret energy.

After infinite narrowness and sharpness, microscopic precision operation, disintegrate its existence from the inside.

The moment they fell into the sea of ​​flesh and blood, everything became excited and agitated.

Blogo swung his heavy sword and axe, chopping flesh and blood and splashing them everywhere. The screams of the corpses became louder and louder, with only the desire and pursuit of blood.

They attacked Blogo with their arms, legs, and even their heads, but Blogo was not afraid. With his excellent fighting skills, he killed each corpse on the ground.

However, this was just the beginning. More corpses gathered from all directions, and it seemed that there were more than hundreds, or even thousands. Blogo's figure shook violently among the flesh and blood, accompanied by heavy blows and floating breathing.

His sword and axe passed through the air, tearing the limbs of the corpses, and blood, intestines and bones splashed everywhere, but he still couldn't stop the coming frenzy.

Suddenly, a particularly tall corpse rose from the ground, with countless tumors and congestion hanging on its pale skull, and the muscle tissue on its body was tangled like a snake.

It screamed, and then with a loud bang, the tall corpse was split in half, and blood spurted out of the miserable body. Blogo took a deep breath, replenished his strength, and stepped on the huge corpse towards the endless tide.

Blogo was under increased pressure at this moment. He was not only chopping and killing the corpses, but also controlling the entire area, sinking deep underground to isolate himself from Graystone Town, and releasing ether at a high speed to fill the deep pit.

The ether concentration increased rapidly, and Boluoge felt that it was almost done. The alchemical matrix was running at high speed, and terrifying power was accumulating and rising.

The reason why he was unable to kill this mass of flesh and blood was precisely because it was too huge. It was so huge that as long as a small piece of flesh was left, it could multiply again. But Boluogo obviously couldn't do it. He could kill it in an instant. Every inch of flesh and blood...

Can you really not do it yourself? Bologo wanted to try, letting the ether penetrate into every inch of the flesh-and-blood creation as much as possible, and completely bring its body under his control. This process made Bologo's ether so consumed that he burned directly. Soul fragments.

Boluogo whispered, "I order you... to collapse!"

Secret energy·governing edict.

In an instant, the huge flesh and blood monster began to collapse internally. There seemed to be a huge explosion inside. Some of the flesh and blood monsters began to make noisy screams, as if they were experiencing extreme pain. In this ruptured state, the huge flesh and blood monster The flesh-and-blood monster gradually began to loosen and twist. The fragile internal structure and unbalanced weight caused it to twist and collapse.

Its surface began to expose blood, muscles, bones and other parts. It seemed that the entire organism had completely disintegrated. The screams and tearing sounds from inside the flesh and blood monster became louder and louder, accompanied by a strong fishy smell, as if The entire air was shrouded in a pungent smell.

Bologo continued to infuse the ether, and from the highest perspective, ordered this huge life form to self-destruct.

The blood slowly flows out from the fragile tissues and organs, and the violent restraint forces the blood to spurt outward. This process is extremely painful, and the entire air is filled with the stench, fishy smell, and the smell of lifelessness, and then the muscles begin to break down into small pieces. , the fibers of the muscle tissue become loose and turn into dirty blood.

Finally, the ocean of flesh and blood suddenly exploded and turned into a vast sea of ​​blood, filling the sinking deep well. Boluogo stood upright in the sea of ​​blood, his face was a little pale, and he directly ordered a monster to die. For him, It was a big consumption, but he did prove the progress of his own secret energy.

What if the one who issued the order was not this huge monster, but just a certain person?

What if the target you are aiming at is not a flesh and blood body, but something deeper... something called the soul?