Chapter 896: Dispute and Chaos

Boluogo looked at the huge, dark, bottomless dug well, and couldn't help but recall the former glory of this place.

"It was here that they dug through the earth's crust, mined the original things, and used them to create the embryos of the soulless ones."

Once here, large drilling machines roared on the surface. The huge drill bits rotated and cut the earth's crust rapidly, and gravel and cuttings flew everywhere, like a magnificent fireworks with sparks flying.

"As the drill continues to advance, the earth's crust is slowly penetrated... If King Solomon calculated the speed at which the ether eroded matter, he could even deduce from the depth of the earth's erosion when the ether touched the material world. ”

As a scholar, Aimu realized more details from these details than Boluogo. "As for the soulless ones, I don't know for the time being what their use is, but I think they are very suitable for fighting against devils." trade."

Aimu continued in Bolog's ear, "The devil values ​​valuable things, and the soulless people, as the only remaining and purest human beings in the world, must be extremely precious in the eyes of the devil, right?"

Boluogo was silent for a long time. In this dark and dilapidated place, he could vaguely smell the smell of fresh soil.

"More than that," Boluogo said, "Maybe this is a win-win situation. King Solomon made a deal with the devil. The devil gave him knowledge and technology, and he was responsible for creating soulless people for the devil to satisfy the devil. Desire for value.”

Amu's expression was complicated, which was also a possibility. After all, one of the most widely circulated legends about King Solomon was that his knowledge came from the devil.

The violent tremors coming from above their heads interrupted their thoughts, and countless dust fell down, confusing their vision.

"Under the throne, above the well."

Boluogo recalled the information obtained in Saqin's research room, and he continued, "The so-called starting picture scroll was taken away together."

The beast that devours the herd raised the Golden Palace from the ground, but left the ruins of the Abyss Well in place. Through simple speculation, the starting scroll should be in the ruins at the bottom of the Golden Palace.

"What do you think that could be?" Aimu asked curiously.

"I don't know," Boluogo recalled what he saw along the way, "but it is definitely something that is enough to subvert our knowledge."

The deep and distant roar came again, and boulders fell one after another. With the awakening of the herd-devouring beast, the entire abandoned land became turbulent.

Boluogo immediately cheered up and shouted to Aimu, "Door! Look for a door!"

Aimu's eyes shone, and she said in surprise, "Yes! Theoretically, we are already in the Golden Palace!"

The two looked at each other, and immediately threw themselves into the surrounding shadows, looking for the Winding Path Gate. With Sa Qin's badge, they were walking through the Golden Palace at this time, and there was a high probability that they could directly bypass the Devouring Gate. The beasts of the group arrived directly at the Golden Palace.

It is also possible that the moment you open the door, it will be wrapped in light and turned into ashes.

Boluogo no longer cared so much. An inexplicable sense of fanaticism rose from the bottom of his heart. It was a similar state of mind to the scholars. Suddenly, Boluogo felt that he completely understood the scholars' thoughts.

curiosity.

There was no interest, no ideal motivation, and no division of camps. Boluogo realized that the reason why scholars did so many crazy things was simply because they had curiosity beyond ordinary people.

Scholars are very curious and curious about the answers to everything in the world, and they work hard for it.

Scanning the figures holding hands in the corner of his sight, Boluogo felt that they were not scary, but rather a bit sacred.

Previously, Boluogo always fantasized about how they felt before they died, fear? disturbed? panic? Now it seems that it must be endless peace. They know that they are going to sleep, but when they think that someone can touch the unknown realm for them, they feel happier than ever before.

"here!"

Aimu shouted loudly that she had found it. In a ruins covered by rubble, she found a door that had almost collapsed. There were signs of fragmentation around the door frame, but the darkness in the door was still slowly creeping. Standing, as if waiting for today.

Boluogo turned his head and ran towards Aimu, followed closely by the explosive buzzing sound, urging.

Under the fierce struggle of the herd-devouring beast, the ruins could no longer support it, and the ceilings collapsed one after another, just like the footsteps of a giant chasing the figure of Boluogo. Aimu in the distance stretched out his hand to Boluogo as hard as he could. , Bologo roared and opened a winding crack.

The figure flickered several meters away, like a flash of light blooming in the dark night. Bologg hugged Aimu, and then he found himself hugging a ball of void air, and a golden phantom reflected in his eyes. , Boluogo strode into the door of the winding path.

The collapsed boulder buried everything, and tons of rubble smashed into the abyss, without any response.

…

"Where's Holt!"

Evan's roar echoed in the heart network, and at this time he was anxious like a madman. It was rare for Evan to lose his composure like this.

"He disappeared with the Glorious One!"

There was an echo from the Heart Network. It was a desperate outpost. They had been observing the battle from a distance and providing fire support. During their observation, Holt and the Regent briefly fought, and then the two disappeared out of thin air. In situ.

Even the etheric reaction was gone.

This is not good news. Evan took a deep breath, and the heat wave that burned his face hit him. The gray stone rift has turned into a sea of ​​fire. The heat wave washed the earth one after another, and the figures of the staff looked insignificant in the firelight.

"Okay, I know."

Evan controlled his emotions. As Holt's adjutant, that is, the deputy station chief of the desperate outpost, at this time, he must rationally take responsibility.

"What is the situation of the evil in this world?" Evan continued to ask.

"It has grown a brain. It seems that someone has forcibly controlled it. Now it is trying to break through the blockade of Raymengaton," real-time intelligence came quickly, "We are suppressing it with firepower, but it has little effect, and it has noticed the outpost."

The desperate outpost on the cliff is like a large firepower point at this moment. All the artillery crossbows are firing continuously, forming a deadly steel torrent in the air.

The sound of firing is deafening, and the deadly abandoned land has never been noisy.

The deadly firepower destroyed most of the body of the Swarm Devourer, but it was useless. The body was healing itself while it was broken, and the counterattack of the Desperate Outpost had attracted its attention. One giant bone spear after another whistled in.

"Be careful!"

Someone exclaimed, and then was pierced by a giant bone spear several meters long. The figure was instantly crushed into foam, and the building was broken through layer by layer, shaking.

The ghostly scream came again in the air, and then several giant bone spears broke through the air, and the explosions continued. The giant bone spears accurately destroyed several artillery positions, and the flames shot up into the sky.

The communicator climbed up from the ground with difficulty. He wiped the blood on his forehead... He was not injured, this was not his blood. Looking at the side, the familiar colleague was only half of his body.

"Ha...ha..."

He widened his eyes, suppressed the nausea and fear in his heart, and tried to keep his voice steady, "It...it started to fight back, destroying several cannons, but we are still resisting."

The continuous firepower on the desperate outpost stopped for a few seconds, and soon it was back in the battle, with deadly bullets and crossbows shooting into the body of the group-devouring beast one after another. With the Order Bureau's many years of operation here, it is better to think of this place as a war fortress rather than an outpost.

Tons of flesh and blood were torn apart, and blood fell like a waterfall. The group-devouring beast let out a huge cry. In the amber-like transparent flesh and blood, in the deformed huge brain, Hammer's consciousness was also hit by a series of blows.

The group-devouring beast was too huge, and Hammer's consciousness was diluted by it. Resisting the burning of the light and controlling the body had exhausted most of his mind. At this time, the counterattack of the desperate outpost further increased his pressure.

His consciousness began to become muddled, countless noises filled his mind, and every step he took was delayed, like an old man who was about to die.

But even such a Hammer still had full destructive power. With the help of the Devourer, it only took a thought to destroy something.

The ground below began to boil, and the silent ashes squirmed at high speed, showing a strange liquid feeling. Then, one gas column after another erupted, throwing up the ashes all over the sky, and countless scarlet flesh and blood quickly drilled out from under the ashes and climbed up along the cliff.

Its target was the Desperate Outpost.

The Devourer attracted most of the staff's attention. When the countless mycelium-like flesh tentacles climbed up the platform, the staff noticed the sudden attack in the shadow.

The pressure increased sharply.

The etheric reactions rose one after another, and the secret energy of various schools bombarded in succession, and the platform was covered with blood.

The communicator staggered and dodged, his heart pounding. As a functional staff, he was only responsible for communication like Uriel, so his rank was only an ordinary first-stage.

A battlefield of this intensity was not something a first-stage condenser could intervene in, but he still suppressed his fear and continued to report the situation here to Evan.

"Those flesh and blood have climbed up to the outpost. We must assign some people to deal with them, and the suppression of the evil in this world will be much lower."

The communicator reported calmly. He knew that fear would spread, and he must not reveal the slightest fear.

"Our work is like a duel with the god of death. Once you are afraid of it, your death will come."

That was what Holt had said to them, and the communicator had always kept it in mind.

"We can still hold on," he continued, "still under control."

A moment later, Evan's response came from the Heart Network.

"Okay."

A simple and straightforward response, without even much emotion.

The communicator guessed that Evan should know how bad the situation was here, and Evan also knew the fate of everyone next... In fact, the communicator himself knew it.

But no one pointed out this pathetic lie, and everyone maintained a blind courage, as if as long as they roared at the god of death, he would not take their lives.

"It's said to be an idle position, but it's really fatal if something goes wrong."

The communicator smiled bitterly a few times, and after a while, a few laughs were actually transmitted back from the Heart Hub Network, and many people were amused by him.

The environment of the desperate outpost was harsh, but very leisurely. Many team members came here with this idea in mind. Fortunately, the leisure time did not wear down everyone's will. Until the flesh and blood crawled all over most of the outpost, the staff still held their posts.

In the darkness, a bright light stung the eyes of the communicator. He saw a tsunami-like flame brewing in the body of the monster, and the flesh and blood cracked to form a channel of flesh and blood, and the flames were running in it.

He murmured, "No way..."

The next moment, the roaring burning wind was ready to burst out. With the movement of the body, the burning wind was like a fire sword that split the sky and the earth, slowly moving towards the outpost, burning and melting the rock cliffs along the way.

"Find shelter!"

The communicator yelled, warning everyone, but he had no time to hide.

The hot breath that was enough to evaporate people came to his face, and he stood there sluggishly, his legs seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

The communicator witnessed the burning wind engulfing buildings one after another, and watched the twisted figures turn into ashes in the light. He would also become one of the ashes, but his heart was unexpectedly calm, without the slightest fear, as if he was numb.

A large shield fell from the sky and smashed in front of the communicator, separating the burning wind like a solid reef. The hot flames burned his body, but were immediately isolated by a dense ether barrier.

The burning wind gradually subsided, and the communicator stood there in a daze. After a few seconds, he looked up belatedly and saw a strong figure jumping on the cliff in a series of jumps, landing heavily beside him, and then carrying the hot and red shield.

"Ah...ah!"

After experiencing a series of shocks, the communicator thought his mentality was strong enough, but after seeing the true appearance of the person who came, his psychological defense line seemed to be broken by the last straw, and he groaned uncontrollably.

Hart combed his thick hair, gave the communicator a white look, strode forward, and smashed a series of flesh and blood with his big shield.

Before the communicator could react, a series of piercing metal sharp sounds rang out. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the large lifting platform responsible for transporting materials was stalling and falling along the track, bringing up eye-catching sparks along the way.

The roaring collision sounded, and the ground also trembled a few times. The partition fell straight down, revealing a group of gray figures.

The etheric reactions rose up one by one on them, and then joined together, as if they had become a whole. The communicator had an impression of this phenomenon. This was the specialty of the Condensers of the Origin School.

The etheric impact swept away the clumps of flesh and blood, and the milky white translucent barrier descended, protecting one staff member after another in time. They skillfully took over the work of the fourth group members, suppressing the spreading flesh and blood, and continued to fire.

A man with a sword on his belt, who looked like a commander, strode over and said to the stunned communications officer.

"I am the leader of the sixth group, Yas, I need you to report the current situation on the battlefield to me."

Suddenly, the communicator seemed to have found his backbone, and tears filled his eyes.

With the sixth group joining the battlefield, the precarious situation of the outpost was alleviated and even reversed. The origin school was very good at group combat, like a giant wall advancing silently, driving those terrible flesh and blood off the platform one after another.

"Are you sure this is the place for newcomers?"

In the fierce battle, Qi Ke, a new member of the sixth group, was full of panic and anxiety on her face. She had participated in the action against the Night Clan a few days ago, which was already extremely dangerous, until they received an emergency order to arrive at the abandoned land.

A few minutes ago, Qi Ke had no idea that there was such a ghost place in the City of Oath Opus, not to mention the monster that was like a mountain not far away.

She felt numb in her hands and feet and cold in her limbs.

"Relax, newcomer," Kemp patted her on the shoulder, "Talents will grow quickly in times of crisis."

"This is a bit too dangerous!"

Qike couldn't help complaining. This time she really had the idea of ​​resigning. Looking at the others at this time, everyone was dealing with the twisted flesh and blood with expressionless faces. It was hard to imagine whether they were professional, rational, or numb.

"Why are you all so calm? Do you know these ghost things?"

Hart, who was not far away, shook his head. While applying ether barriers to others, he said, "I don't know, I don't know at all."

Hart continued, "But... maybe I'm used to it. After all, in a long career, it's inevitable to encounter some strange things."

The others nodded in approval, and then helped the fourth group capture another high platform in a round of charge.

...

Shifting his attention from the Heart Pivot Net to the front, Evan looked at the vast sea of ​​fire. After a long period of roasting, these zombies seemed to have evolved corresponding means. The surface of the body was covered with a layer of solid and fire-resistant bone layer. Like a tide of death, they attacked one round after another.

If it were just these zombies, it wouldn't be a big pressure on the defense line, but in addition to them, the terrifying Night Clan was also lurking in the dark. They released a large number of bloodthirsty people, and these products of blood deterioration were far more threatening than the zombies.

The enemy relied on its huge number to put great pressure on the defense line. The high-level Night Clan was watching everyone, and the stench of blood was everywhere.

Evan tried not to think about the outpost. Looking ahead and behind would only lead to the collapse of the defense lines at both places.

In the blazing sea of ​​fire, hoarse roars sounded again, and a new wave of zombies broke out. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, and they were covered with solid bone layers, like over-proliferated keratin, with horns protruding from the surface of their bodies.

The interweaving of flames and darkness set off the distorted figures of zombies. Behind them were bloodthirsty people armed with broken metal. These despicable products of the Night Clan were injected with manic drugs. With the blood of the Night Clan, it was difficult for the flames to cause harm to them.

As for the sunlight, the diffuse ashes and dust had long obscured the light, and only the death battle between the Order Bureau and the monsters remained in the dimness.

Evan slowly drew out his sword. He didn't think the team members could hold up this round of charge. These monsters would break their own lines, and then there would be a bloody melee.

Those high-level Night Clan who were hiding would also act at this time. They would definitely find a way to kill themselves first. As long as they could hold them back, everything would still have a chance.

"What a pity..."

Evan looked at the silver ring on his finger. He had worn it for many years. Even if it had no special meaning, it had become special now.

The silver ring rubbed against the edge of the sword. Evan hoped that there would be some silver flakes left on the blade, and it would be best if he could pierce it into the heart of a high-level night clan.

The spitting flames went out one after another. Some of them ran out of fuel, and some were approached by the enemy. The defense line in front was in a mess. Just as Evan imagined, after rounds of attacks, the defense line was still defeated.

Ghostly figures passed through the crowd silently. They had pairs of fascinating, ruby-like eyes. Evan wanted to dig these eyes out and hang them in his bedroom as trophies.

"It's been a bit comfortable for a long time."

Evan moved his shoulders, and the glow of the alchemical matrix lit up on his body. He was ready for a desperate battle.

Step, roar, charge.

The high-pitched ether surrounded and surged around his body. Evan's eyes were like torches, and he swung his sword at the enemy group. The high-level night tribes also released their own power. The two ethers collided with each other, and a series of fierce arcs broke out.

When the fierce death battle was about to break out, a powerful ripple descended in the air, abruptly interrupting the battle between the two sides. Evan and the high-level night tribes could not help but stop. Then they saw that the space began to distort, and broken cracks appeared out of thin air until it was completely shattered like a mirror.

Breakthrough.

Without any signs, a group of fully armed field staff forcibly opened up the chaotic ether flow on the battlefield through the observation tower and made a long-distance breakthrough.

From the shoulder straps of those people, Evan recognized the reinforcements.

Group 9, atheists.

After the senses returned to normal from the distortion, the leader of Group 9, Carnegie, glanced at all the enemies indifferently and gave an order.

"Execute on the spot."

...

After many days, Naisaniel arrived at this mysterious place again, and countless voices whispered in the shadows.

"The sixth group has arrived at the battlefield."

"The ninth group has arrived at the battlefield."

"The regional blockade has been completed."

"Start the next prediction."

"Calculation begins."

Naisaniel has become accustomed to these voices. Wherever he looks, there are blurred outlines on the edge of shadow and light. They wear masks of different styles and have not noticed Naisaniel's arrival at all. They are only concerned with exchanging information with others.

In this dense crowd, a familiar figure sits in the middle, with a gorgeous bronze mask covering her face.

Maria, a steel tree and steel branch.

The countless whispering figures are like her think tank. After a lot of analysis and speculation, they will inform Maria of the integrated information, and then Maria will make the final decision, like a mastermind.

The air became a little stuffy, Naisaniel walked in front of Maria and slowly knelt on one knee.

Naisaniel lowered his head, and when he raised his head again, countless figures disappeared.

In the supreme shadow, there was only a huge creation made of machinery and flesh, standing like a grotesque statue. At this time, it had unfolded most of its body, and countless masks were hanging on the flesh, accompanied by the flickering light, like a sky full of stars.