Chapter 860 Moving Mountains

trap.

For most people, trap is an extremely deadly word, and it is very likely to become the burial place for everyone.

But for Boluogo, this was not the case.

As an undead, Boluogo has never been afraid of death. What's even more fortunate is that he is also a complete violent maniac. When he encounters a wall, he will break through it and get involved in traps, then he will kill everyone.

"Keep calm! Freya."

Bologo decisively tore off his protective clothing with a loud voice. "Your internship is very good. After you go out, I will give you full marks!"

After hearing Boluogo's words, Freya calmed down with difficulty. If Amu is a fox who looks cute but has his own little thoughts in his belly, then Freya is like a rabbit.

She has a strong ability to survive and relies on her own secret power to be alert to all crises. However, because she relies too much on her secret power, any crisis is like a brightly burning firework to Freya.

Burning.

Freya was too sensitive to crises, so sensitive that even the slightest hint of death would cause her to fall into great fear.

"I...what do I need to do?"

Freya summoned up the courage to ask. She had only seen these security personnel from a distance before, but now she faced a group of them at once.

"Protect yourself and survive."

Boluogo strode forward and continued to praise, giving Freya confidence.

"It's right to be full of a sense of crisis. This can help you survive on a dangerous battlefield, but sometimes, you also need a sense of indolence. If you always make yourself tense, you will fall into madness."

Boluogo added, "Also, I can understand your distrust of everyone. After all, for you, this is a cognitive distortion that has lasted for nearly ten years. If I can change you with a few words, let If you put down all your guard against me, that’s what’s wrong.”

All Freya's thoughts were guessed by Bologg. After that, Bologg said nothing without any warning. The high-pitched ether burst out, and the ether amplification was fully driven, pushing Bologg's body like a rocket. Like smashing into the figures on the bronze wall.

At the same time, the pure white light surged, and Boluoge felt like he was charging towards the day.

A strange gaze fell on Boluogo.

The hazy light is in all spaces in the ruins area, like a giant peeping eye, alert to the movements of all things.

"You're next!"

Boluogo shouted at the light, and then swung a dark sword mark. The huge ether gathered on the slash, turned into an extension and pushed the impact, roaring and smashing into the standing figures.

This sword was unreserved, and the ether that poured out washed through the wall like a torrent. The burning fireworks and accumulated ashes were swept away one after another, and even the figures of the security personnel were swaying crazily in the turbulent current.

"Are you crazy?"

Freya held on to the railing tightly, and the entire hanging ladder was shaking violently as if it had been hit by a storm. The ash shell that had been accumulated for many years shattered, revealing mottled metal.

She tried to raise her head, but the frantic airflow continued. In the light, she could see blurry figures colliding, separating, and colliding again.

Boluogo's high-pitched ether reaction was released without reservation, outputting an astonishing amount of ether in an instant.

Although Freya is only a first-stage condenser, she also knows that if Bologo outputs ether with such intensity, he will not be able to hold on for long. Is he crazy?

The security staff also thought that Boluogo was crazy. The high-density ether accumulated together and turned into a physical anomaly. The violent turbulence seemed to be carrying countless sharp knives. Without waiting for the security staff to react, they cut them His body was cut into pieces.

Sporadic glimmers of light danced between the open wounds.

In an instant, this was no longer a description, but there were really thousands of sharp knives coming with the turbulent flow of ether.

Under Boluogo's control, the snake scale liquid dispersed, split, and condensed into countless tiny sharp needles that were difficult to see with the naked eye. The sharp tips followed the wind and struck thousands of blows.

"extend!"

Boluogo ordered, and the flying sharp needles multiplied themselves one after another under the nourishment of the ether, extending several meters in length in a slender posture, piercing the security personnel into balls of sea urchins.

The security personnel were caught off guard, but this seemingly terrifying offensive could not kill them at all. It could only break up their bodies. They raised their crooked and deformed hands, just as they were preparing to control the ruined area, using this infinite power When suppressing Bologo, they were surprised to find that the ether surge in their bodies was stagnant.

Tens of thousands of hair-like sharp needles are embedded in their bodies.

"There is no absolutely perfect immortal body...even if there is a body made of pure ether."

When Bologg tried to incapacitate two staff members with Blessing and Soul-Sucking, Bologg discovered the fatal flaw of these energy-body undead.

They themselves do not have the critical moment soul.

Ether is the source of their power and the material their bodies are made of. As long as the ether is not exhausted, they will not die. However, they do not possess the alchemy matrix, let alone the moment soul criticality. In the face of the infinitely narrow Boluogo, , their defenses are the same as paper.

Tiny hair-like sharp needles pierced into the body of the security personnel, and then using them as carriers, Bologo's ether exploded in the body of the security staff. Under the mutual repulsion of the ethers, all their movements of ether were affected by Bologo. resist.

For a moment, several security guards were actually weakened by Blogo. They tried to move their bodies and let the metal cut their bodies. Even if they could not call on the ether for the time being, they would fight Blogo in close combat.

"You don't think close combat is good for you, do you?"

After discovering this fatal flaw, Blogo laughed loudly as if he wanted to vent all his resentment.

The sword and axe slashed wildly, and the already fragmented figures were shattered more delicately. Some security guards had completely lost their inherent forms, like a pool of broken energy spilling in the air.

Blogo's panting became rough. To carry out such precise control, it was a great consumption of his mind and ether. He was releasing a large amount of ether every moment to maintain the suppression of the security guards.

Freya ran quickly on the hanging ladder, looking at the chaotic battlefield, she didn't know what to do for a while.

Stay? She is useless to the battle.

Then run away?

Should I run away? Escape back to your own shelter. Anyway, you have lived alone for so many years. It is not a problem to hold on for a few more years. Even if the security staff want to arrest you later, with your experience, you are fully capable of hiding.

Various thoughts flashed through Freya's mind, and her own secret power also sent constant warnings, like countless ghosts wailing and screaming in her ears.

No...

No!

A strong thought arose in Freya's mind, even overwhelming her sense of crisis that she had relied on for many years.

She could indeed live safely if she escaped - if she hadn't met Blog.

Blog was like a hope and a road. He made Freya think of leaving. This thought burned through the barren wilderness in her heart like wildfire. Since then, Freya could no longer bear it.

She couldn't stand this chaotic ruins area, couldn't stand these damn staff, couldn't stand these days of fear, and couldn't stand the canned beef that tasted like dry wood.

The roaring slash collided with the bronze wall, and the ether overflowed.

Every time the ether and metal rubbed against each other with high intensity, only a shallow scratch could be left. However, as the high-pitched ether washed over the surface of the metal like a torrent, like the wind erosion phenomenon after time acceleration, the various angular protrusions on the bronze wall were quickly flattened and blunted, and the overall lines became extremely soft, until a faint light shone from behind the thin metal.

The security staff remained silent as if in death, and the high concentration of ether condensed here.

Materialization!

The several-meter-long ether thunder descended in an instant, and in an instant, Blogo felt that he had strayed into a thunderstorm in the clouds. Countless lightning kept tearing, accompanied by strong thunder shaking the earth. The huge current formed a strong magnetic field around his body, and the static electricity caused by the uneven distribution of charges made him feel stinging, as if countless sharp knives were cutting his flesh and blood.

The security staff could mobilize everything in the ruins area to target Blogo, such as the massive amount of ether filling the ruins area.

Electric wind began to form, moving along the ion channel at a huge speed, forming a visible arc. The energy released by lightning instantly caused high temperature and produced dazzling light.

The strong voltage difference formed a continuous current, and excitation and ionization went hand in hand. The huge energy released by lightning instantly brought a strong electromagnetic shock wave, vibrating the surrounding air and ringing the screams of countless ghosts.

Freya only saw the alternation of lightning and thunder. After a series of dazzling grand scenes, the thunder gradually subsided, and the scarred figure, almost charred to carbon, still stood upright.

The resentful bite pierced into the bronze wall, and the axe of destruction was also embedded in it. Blogo held the sword and axe tightly. Even after such an attack, he still did not let go.

"Blogo!"

Freya shouted worriedly, and threw many alchemical grenades in her hand, hoping to buy time for Blogo.

Blogo did not need to buy time, his attack had been achieved.

"Be good and listen!"

A puff of black smoke came out of Blogo's throat, and he said to the cracked bronze wall in a defiant manner.

The next moment, Blogo pulled out his sword and axe, and jumped high on the wall. At the moment he left the wall, a series of green tracks extended along the bronze wall along the wounds caused by the sword and axe.

Collapse.

Blogo chiseled a crack in the mountain-like forge volcano, broken metal flew, and boiling molten iron erupted, turning into a burning waterfall that poured into the endless darkness below.