Chapter 826 Pure Blood

Berogo let out a long breath, relieving his inner fatigue and pressure. It was not an easy task to order the flesh and blood to self-destruct. In addition to the huge consumption of ether, the mental burden was also extremely heavy.

It can be said that while issuing the order, Berogo had to control the ether, swinging thousands of knives at every inch of flesh and blood, carefully chopping it into mud without leaving any remaining pieces, and this process was not gradual, but was carried out simultaneously in an instant.

Berogo's breath was a lot weaker, his eyelids became heavy, and he was drowsy, but he still had enough energy to observe the gradually calming sea of ​​blood.

With the help of the burning fire, Berogo saw the darkness clearly. The endless blood evenly accumulated at the bottom of the deep pit, forming a quiet blood lake.

Looking at such a huge blood lake, Berogo felt a little uneasy. You know, every time the lady appeared, she emerged from such blood.

It seemed that for that lady, she could freely shuttle through the flesh and blood of believers. For her, every fanatic of the Xingfu Sect was a mobile altar of flesh and blood, ready to sacrifice herself at any time to make her descend.

Compared with other demons, the frequency of that lady appearing in the material world was a little too high. She was very active, but it was precisely because of her activeness that she could organize such a powerful force in the material world.

Forgetting this disturbing enemy first, Blogo continued to think about his decomposition of matter. Under the blessing of infinite narrowness, his secret energy tendency could infinitely decline towards the microscopic level, so could he do it... control the soul?

This did not sound impossible, as long as he could saturate the other party's soul with his own ether. You must know that in the theories of scholars, the soul is also regarded as a very pure ether to a certain extent.

But... but the golden soul is unrestrained, which is an iron law that even demons cannot break, and this also contradicts Blogo's own ideas.

It seems that controlling the soul is still only in theory for the time being. He still has a long way to go to achieve this goal. So, as a second choice, just like controlling the self-destruction of this flesh and blood monster, Blogo may focus on the collapse of microscopic flesh and blood.

Instead of making the flesh and blood rupture and the organs explode, it is more narrow and sharp. Let it self-destruct in the structure of tissue cells?

Blogo tried to imagine that scene. Silently, the flesh and blood lost the ability to connect with each other, as if being shattered by hundreds of millions of sharp knives from the cell level, and annihilated like smoke and dust... This sounds a little impossible, but Blogo can try it slowly.

Start with annihilating a tiny thing.

Just as Blogo was immersed in his thoughts, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm blood lake, as if something was gestating in it, and then a huge translucent embryo surfaced, and the roaring heartbeat echoed in it.

Bolog's eyes changed slightly, and at the same time he found that the four walls of the deep pit also began to turn into flesh and blood, turning into a wriggling, mucus-covered stomach wall.

The flesh and blood plague is much more difficult than Bolog imagined. The self-collapse just now, Bolog only destroyed its form, and did not affect its essential changes.

Essence?

All extraordinary existences are based on the foundation of ether. In comparison, the best way to suppress the flesh and blood plague is the prohibition and silence of ether, but just like the quiet line of defense against the beast of the group, this is just suppression, and it cannot completely destroy it.

While Bolog was thinking, as the ripples spread, the strange creature in the embryo was also changing. It absorbed the flesh and blood around it, and began to grow wildly in the way of devouring "self", from a vague creature to a clear form, the lines and spots on its body became more and more obvious, as if it was emitting some kind of magic.

Tearing the film on the embryo, the twisted monster roared, causing the entire blood lake to ripple violently, and the blood rain danced wildly, like a baptism of a storm.

But before Blogo could make a move, a scorching air current swept in from above, and the bright light quickly magnified. The next moment, a series of fiery meteors descended, accompanied by the harsh sound of sparks and a hot breath. They were like divine punishment, and they smashed into the twisted monster one after another.

At the moment of collision, bright sparks flew everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

A familiar figure descended from the bottom of the deep pit, and the handling team came faster than Blogo imagined.

"See you again, Blogo."

A cold voice sounded, and after the meteor, several figures quickly landed. Blogo timely controlled the surrounding rock walls and created a circular platform for this group of people to settle down.

Blogo looked at them carefully. He knew this group of people, the ninth group of the field department, the atheists. In the division of functions, they were the devil action group. They had dealt with many extraordinary disasters related to the devil. In addition, the cooperation with the observation tower could enable them to be quickly deployed through the winding gate. Therefore, they were sent to deal with this matter, which was within Blogo's expectations.

"Captain Carnegie."

Blogo nodded gently. When he first met Carnegie, Blogo was still a condenser and a newcomer. Now he is a responsible person and the leader of the action team who is equal to Carnegie.

"You did a good job. You controlled the disaster in time and did not let it expand."

Carnegie glanced at the blood lake below. The flesh and blood creature that had just recovered was smashed into pieces by the fire meteor. The broken flesh and blood struggled hard, but was burned into charcoal by the fire.

The other members of the ninth group were high above the blood lake. Before arriving at the scene, they passed through the special equipment of the logistics department. Each of them carried a huge gas tank. When they pressed the switch, the flamethrower launched huge fire snakes, burning the flesh and blood while directly heating the blood lake to boil.

The gas burned by the fireworks was a special fuel gas from the sublimation furnace core, so the ignited fire also had extraordinary characteristics, showing a strong suppression of the flesh and blood plague.

The most obvious reaction was that the flesh and blood of the rock wall gradually slowed down until it completely stopped. Large chunks of flesh and blood peeled off from the four walls, revealing the essence of the rock.

The flames were about to burn out the air, and Bologo felt a little stuffy in his chest, and the feeling of suffocation continued to come.

"Leave first."

Carnegie patted Blogo's shoulder, Blogo nodded, and then asked, "What should you do next?"

"Keep burning, burn everything, and exhaust all its vitality." Carnegie replied.

Blogo's eyes were a little puzzled, "I tried to destroy it before, and I did it, but it came back to life..."

"You didn't really kill it, you just defeated its form," Carnegie looked at the rolling flesh and blood below, "To solve this extreme thing, you need to completely erase its essence."

Rolling black smoke surged from the charred flesh and blood, almost blocking everyone's vision.

Blogo savored Carnegie's words, and soon Blogo understood what he meant. Blogo only killed the form, and did not destroy its extraordinary characteristics. As long as this characteristic is still there, it can still convert matter into flesh and blood.

It is necessary to erase its essence.

The essence of all extraordinary characteristics is ether.

"The ether that controls it."

Berogo thought to himself and stopped lingering. His silver-white hands stretched out in all directions. Like a giant spider, he quickly climbed up the rock wall until he got out of the deep pit he had dug.

The sky had become clear at this time. Berogo was worried that dealing with the flesh and blood plague would cause large-scale panic among the residents of Graystone, but when he stood on the street, the entire Graystone town was extremely quiet, as if everyone was still asleep.

Berogo easily sensed another powerful ether reaction with his eyes closed. Like himself, the other party was also a negative power. He opened his eyes and looked around. Berogo saw the tall figure on the tallest bell tower in the town.

The other party should be a negative power of the Void School. The nature of the secret energy may be related to the control of sleep. She made all ordinary people in the range fall into a deep sleep to avoid seeing this horrible scene.

In addition, many field staff arrived at the scene. Just like the familiar process of Berogo, they set up unimportant cordons and surveyed the surrounding situation.

Soon after, the ninth group also evacuated from the deep pit. They got a giant oil tank from somewhere and poured dozens of tons of fuel into the deep pit, igniting a raging fire.

Like a volcanic eruption, the erupting flames rushed out from the bottom of the deep pit, spewing out nearly tens of meters high flames, and thick black smoke went straight into the sky.

"It's like a bonfire party... but it's a pity that it's daytime."

Looking at this scene, such an absurd idea emerged in Blogo's heart.

Handing the scene over to the ninth group, Blogo set off and returned to the chapel. Amy was waiting for Blogo there, and York, who was tied up, was lying beside him.

In order to prevent York from being exposed to direct sunlight, Amy also wrapped him tightly with black cloth. As for the strange thorn binding pain chain, it was hung aside. Without drinking blood, it was no different from an ordinary chain.

"Is it solved?" Amy asked when he saw Blogo coming back.

"Well, it went smoothly," said Blogo. "It was controlled in time and the disaster was minimized."

After experiencing so much, this kind of disaster became indifferent in front of Blogo.

Blogo glanced at York who was lying on the ground and said, "Group 9 is now dealing with the follow-up. We just need to take him back to the Order Bureau."

"It's already daytime." Amy reminded.

"I know, I know."

Blogo took out the key of the winding path and inserted it into the door lock on one side, and then opened a turbid darkness that led directly to the Undead Club.

"Let's go."

Blogo carried York and stepped directly into the darkness.

When the vision became clear again, Blogo had arrived at the Undead Club. This time there was no one in the Undead Club. Everyone might be sleeping or having fun somewhere else.

Blogo didn't have time to greet others. Now he was eager to take York back to the Order Bureau and let the people of the Crow's Nest interrogate him carefully to see if they could get some useful information.

As for York himself outside of work...Berogo thinks York is quite interesting. Few night tribes can resist the effects of blood thirst, let alone people like York who know nothing.

Under Berogo's slightly weird values, he agrees with people like York. He is born to do some bad jobs, such as field staff.

If there is a chance, Berogo is willing to write a letter of recommendation for York.

"This distance should not expose him to the sun."

Berogo turned and left, and Amy followed closely behind him, but what the two did not notice was that the black cloth was already full of blood. As the two moved, a few drops of blood gathered together and dripped on the ground that Bode had carefully cleaned, leaving a dark red bloodstain.

After closing the door, the Undead Club fell into silence again. After a long time, a figure staggered out of the stairwell. He was naked, wearing only a pair of shorts, as if he had just woken up and got up to find some water to drink.

Serre skillfully got into the bar and poured himself a full glass of wine. Since the rise of the Night Clan, the alcohol in his blood was in an excessive state almost every moment.

He tried to numb his mind and escape from his problems, and in fact he did it very successfully.

After refilling the alcohol, Serre scratched his head and prepared to return to his room, take a nap, and continue his dream. He finally dreamed of the good things in the past, but he couldn't let it end like this.

But when he got out of the bar and was about to walk towards the stairwell, a faint smell of blood in the air attracted Serre's attention. As a night tribe, he was extremely sensitive to blood.

If it was ordinary blood, Serre would not pay too much attention to it, but this time, he smelled a familiar smell in the blood.

A sweet, beautiful smell.

As if recalling some good memories, Serre was stunned in place, his eyes were a little scattered, as if looking into the distance, but soon, he recovered from this trance state, without any sleepiness.

"What's going on?"

Serre frowned and looked around, unable to understand where this abnormality came from. You know, the Undead Club is isolated from the world in terms of power, and any influence from the outside world is difficult to really affect here.

Just when Serre was confused, he suddenly slipped and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

When he got up, he saw the long scar-like bloodstain.

A familiar and sweet smell of blood came from it.

Cere hummed, "Pureblood?"