Chapter 837 Scar
The mirrored city enjoyed the tranquility of the night, but soon, this tranquility was completely destroyed by the rolling thunder that kept approaching. Two high-pitched etheric reactions followed closely one after the other, and the power of ether destroyed everything along the way, leaving only fragments and smoke and dust rolling freely.
"Are you still a little reluctant to let go of the city you are familiar with?"
The regent laughed and swung the shadow blade fiercely. The shadow surged and turned into a 100-meter-long sword in the blink of an eye to split the buildings along the way.
Streets were broken, high-rise buildings collapsed, countless rubble rumbled past, and the roaring smoke and dust engulfed the figure of the regent, but the next moment he rushed out again, like a hurricane.
Blogo jumped high, and his whole body leaped into the air and turned around.
He could see the scarlet eyes, and several blocks that could be destroyed by them. This was just a pursuit battle. Once a head-on confrontation, perhaps half of the city would collapse.
Blogo was glad that this was a mirror world, but he was also terrified. If the supernatural conflict broke out directly in the mortal city, it would be a disaster for everyone.
"Do you think this... is a game?"
Blogo's anger ignited in his heart, and the ether expanded rapidly in all directions, bringing all the matter in the field under Blogo's rule.
So, the million-ton giant was easily shaken by Blogo.
One after another, huge black shadows engulfed the regent. He raised his head, and the surrounding high-rise buildings collapsed towards his position under Blogo's control. The overall structure began to distort, and cracks were all over the wall, like a toppled giant hammer, trying to curb the regent's offensive.
The regent did not dodge at all, but was ecstatic. The shadow blade deformed, and countless shadows turned into a rain of arrows and shot in all directions. The interlaced and strangled blades were like a huge meat grinder, easily turning these tens of millions of tons of matter into smoke and dust.
"Haha!"
The Regent rushed out of the smoke and dust with a terrifying laugh, but Blogo had disappeared from his sight.
He couldn't escape.
The faint umbilical cord extended from the Regent's abdomen, swaying gracefully and pointing to the sky.
"Blogo! Don't you think this umbilical cord is interesting!" The Regent looked up and shouted.
In the sky, Blogo threw out a slender silver-white hand, which stretched infinitely and hooked the farthest building.
The stone tablet that almost penetrated the sky and the earth, like a god throwing it to the earth.
The reclamation room.
"What do you mean?"
The silver-white hand quickly retracted, and after a short slide, Blogo stabbed out a bite, easily nailed through the outer wall of the reclamation room, and fixed himself on the wall.
What the mirror world can replicate is just a false shell, just like a theme park called Oath City Opus. The original strange power of this city cannot be replicated by the Regent, such as this towering reclamation room and the things in the Great Rift.
The Regent's secret power is more inclined to create a separate venue with only himself and the enemy to carry out the so-called life-and-death duel. This ability sounds a bit inexplicable, but after thinking about it carefully, Blogo felt a chill on his spine.
This means that as long as the Regent's secret power can capture the target, even if the opponent is in the midst of thousands of troops, the Regent can isolate the opponent and then kill him... just like himself now.
"The Umbilical Cord contacted you and me, but why did he contact you and me? Is it to facilitate us to find each other and then fight?"
The Regent stood on the ruins and looked at Blogo from afar.
Blogo's expression changed slightly. The words of the regent reminded Blogo of the holders of the source sin weapons. Although the umbilical cord did not force the debtors to fight each other, once two debtors met, they would most likely draw their swords against each other.
The regent carefully observed Blogo's reaction, showing his sharp fangs, and the ether roared under him. As a glorious person, it was not difficult for him to master the power of the extreme.
Blogo only heard a thunder, and then the whole reclamation room seemed to be hit hard and shook violently for a few times. Below Blogo, smoke and dust rose, and then a figure rushed out of the smoke and dust. His speed had exceeded the limit of human beings, and he even broke free from the shackles of gravity and ran vertically along the outer wall.
"Psycho!"
Blogo cursed in a low voice, and the power of control quickly spread downwards. Clusters of spikes rose from the ground, with an angle diagonally downward, like a chevaux de frise, stacked up layer by layer, but this obviously could not stop the regent. The dark shadow blade flashed by, and the spikes fell apart.
The snake scale liquid gathered into a spear in Blogo's hand. Blogo climbed up rapidly and turned to throw the iron spear down. It fell like a meteor, but was easily broken by the Regent. However, the broken fragments did not continue to fall, but ignited dense sparks.
Burning scales burst.
The explosion sounded in the night sky, and orange-red flames spread all around. The heat wave set off many ripples, but this could not stop the Regent's steps.
He jumped out of the fire cloud, and the black formal suit on his body was scorched. The Regent simply tore off the damaged coat, revealing a white shirt stained with dust, and the tie swayed in the wind, and continued to move forward.
Blogo didn't pay any attention to what happened in the explosion, but continued to move up without looking back.
The Glory One was too powerful. All of Blogo's attacks were just tickling to him. Blogo did have the means to kill the Glory One, but this meant that Blogo had to fight the Regent at close range.
When Boluogo hurt the Regent, he had already become powerless with the Regent's power. Boluogo did not want to give up so early, at least he would not choose to fight to the death before exhausting all means. hit.
"It's just an empty shell."
During the attack, Bologo glanced sideways at the majestic city. It was colorful but lifeless.
Looking ahead, Boluogo plunged into the clouds and mist, followed closely by the Prince Regent.
The Kenshi is so tall that it reaches into the sky and pierces the clouds.
Boluogo could clearly feel that the air around him was gradually becoming thinner and the low temperature was invading. Similarly, the pure night sky also came into view at this time, with stars twinkling.
Everything below became smaller. Boluogo had an inexplicable emotion, as if he had broken away from the human body and merged into the world. This feeling was very subtle... If there wasn't the person running towards him, Enough.
"damn it!"
At this time, even Boluogo couldn't help but scream. He quickened his pace, and the top of the room was close at hand.
Facing the current predicament, Bologe actually felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. If the regent now said that he was his fan, Bologe would not be surprised.
There is no time to think that these things are gone. The ether sinks into the resentment. The excess ether accumulates together and gradually becomes substantial, bursting out with dazzling current.
Due to the gap in rank, Boluogo couldn't invade the Regent's moment soul threshold at all, let alone detonate the Regent's ether from the inside. It was obviously not feasible to control external matter to attack the Regent. The weird shadow blade was enough. Cut everything into pieces.
As for a fatal blow?
Not to mention that the body of the Glorious One has already been highly etherified, it would be difficult for Bologo to kill the Regent with one strike, not to mention that the Regent is a pure-blooded Night Tribe and is himself an immortal.
Bologna's only chance of winning at the moment is to wait until dawn as the regent said.
The condition sounds simple, but it is difficult to achieve. With the ether gap between Boluoge and the Regent, Boluogo cannot sustain such high-intensity consumption.
Sooner or later, he will be exhausted.
This was not a duel at all, but a hunting game that the regent used for fun. Bologo didn't want the regent to have such a fun time.
Arriving at the top of the chamber, the appearance of the observation tower came into view, but like the outside world, this place was just a false shell. Boluogo had no intention of stopping and directly controlled the material under his feet, causing it to rise and pile up. The tower turned into a spear piercing the sky.
The Prince Regent stopped and looked up at Boluogo. He did not stop even after reaching the highest point, but continued upward. The regent guessed what Bologna was going to do.
The regent had the time and ability to stop Boluogo, but he didn't. He just stood there and watched, his eyes full of expectation.
Boluoge's position was getting higher and higher, and the room beneath him turned into a dark spot.
Even the Glorious One is not omnipotent. The mirror world also has a limit range. Bologo only needs to find a way to reach the limit range and find a way to break through the shackles of the secret energy.
Others may not be able to do it, but Boluogo can. From the time he began to study the microscopic operations of ether, he discovered how different his infinitely narrow path was from the overlord Xilin.
If Overlord Xilin's power is infinite and can easily move mountains and fill seas, then Boluogo's power is aimed at the micro level, tampering with the alchemical matrix and overwriting the ether.
"Give it a try..."
Boluogo muttered in a low voice, and a large amount of ether condensed on the resentment bite. The materialized ether almost distorted the blade, giving it a magnificent flow of light, and the physical space also showed a certain sense of distortion. It was as if what Boluogo was holding was no longer a sword blade, but a piece of space debris.
The radiance of ether burned brightly in Boluogo's eyes, and he released all his strength without reservation.
Secret energy·ruling order!
In an instant, the ether gathered on the resentment bites erupted one after another. Like poisonous insects and snakes, they bit the hostile ether that spilled into the surrounding space.
The ether that came from the Regent and built this mirror world.
The two ethers collided together, but strangely, Boluogo's power did not fall apart under the power of the Glorious One. Instead, they penetrated into the weak gaps in the mirror world like slender steel needles, sinking deeper and deeper into the mirror world. deep.
This is the highest point that Boluogo can reach. If the mirror world has a limit, then Boluogo is already at its edge, and this will also be the weakest point in the mirror world.
Bologo wants to break free from the secret power of the Regent. He wants to tear a hole at this weak edge and open the way between the mirror world and the material world.
For this reason, a blazing white arc appeared on the edge of the pitch-black blade of Resentful Bite, which was the phenomenon caused by the fierce confrontation between two ethers. Boluogo felt that his wrist holding the sword sank, as if it was extremely heavy.
At this moment, the Resentful Bite seems to have hit nothing, but in fact, it is cutting through the space of the mirror world, trying to shake the entire world.
"You like playing so much, then I'll have a great time with you!"
Boluogo roared angrily, and the texture of the alchemical matrix spread from his arm to the bite, and then spread from the edge of the blade to the surrounding mirror space.
Countless textures filled Boluogo's body. He relied on the aggressiveness of his infinite sharpness and secret energy to briefly conquer and plunder the weak areas on the edge of the mirror world.
The regent could clearly feel that there was an out-of-control area in his domain. The out-of-control time was very short, only a few seconds, but this time was enough for Blogo to swing the fatal sword.
A scorching lightning flashed across the night sky.
Blogo panted, and a great sense of fatigue rushed into his mind. He almost fell down immediately, but he still held his body and stared at the lightning flash he had cut.
Lightning flashes are always fleeting, but this lightning flash solidified in the night sky, like a terrible scar, the edge of the scar was covered with dazzling cracks, as if the entire sky was just a huge glass cover, with crisp cracking sounds, and the cracks began to spread until Blogo swung his sword again, and the cross sword mark split the false world.
The regent heard the roar of the shattering sound.
The mirror world collapsed and a broken corner appeared. Blogo saw the color inversion phenomenon again. The ripples swept across his body, and the scene Blogo saw changed after that.
The damage he caused to the reclamation room disappeared, the destroyed blocks returned to their original state, and the faint noise came from the city. Blogo showed joy on his face, and he killed his way out of the mirror world and returned to the material world.
But the next second, Blogo couldn't laugh anymore.
In the sky, Blogo lost all his support points and began to fall freely towards the ground. The snake scale liquid extended from his armpits, and they gathered into a pair of iron feathers. Blogo flew over the city like a giant eagle, gliding with difficulty.
Blogo burned the ether in his body, and the ether reaction of the negative power was released without cover. In the city of oath, Opus, this was much more convenient than launching any flares.
The color inversion ripples broke out again, following Blogo's figure and covering him again.
The drunken young men looked up and noticed the blazing white meteor passing through the night sky, but suddenly the meteor disappeared. They rubbed their eyes and found nothing, just an illusion.
Blogo landed on a tall building, looking solemnly at the gradually healing scars in the night sky, and then at the space cracks all over his body.
He cut open the mirror world, but not completely.
Ripples of inverted colors were released from the space cracks, which erupted with a certain periodicity. A few minutes ago, Blogo was still in the world of vision, but the next second he was released back to the material world, and then dragged into the world of vision again.
The scene in front of him kept changing, but only the figure of the Regent stood still, with a disgusting smile on his face, as if he was laughing at his dying struggle.