Chapter 905 Never Give Up

The twisted black hole not only tore the body of the Devourer, but also dragged up the endless ashes that had accumulated in the abandoned land for decades and were several meters thick.

When the black hole disappeared into the material world with all the evils, the chaotic ashes also lost their gravity and turned into endless snow.

It was not until several hours later that the snow of ashes slowly stopped, and Blogo's body was also covered with a thick layer of ashes. He used the bite as a walking stick and stabbed it into the soft ashes, moving forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if walking in the gray snow.

The Devourer disappeared, and with it also disappeared the broken Golden Palace, and everything left by King Solomon, all disappeared at this moment.

Blogo coughed violently twice, turned over the hill of ashes, and looked at the jagged ruins in the distance.

Now the crystal curtain wall has completely collapsed, the transparent crystal surface is covered by dust and becomes turbid, and the towering towers have all collapsed, leaving only a few ruins, with sharp corners showing from the ashes.

As for the high walls that stood horizontally, when the beasts of the group rushed out, they were completely overwhelmed, rolled up by blood and flesh, and merged into one.

Blog sighed. After a long time, Raymengaton finally ushered in complete destruction. This time it left nothing, and the charming ruins were gone.

"Ha...ha..."

Blog's breathing became painful, he sat down slowly, and then the whole person collapsed in the ashes.

Looking up at the sky, Blog saw the steep rock wall extending infinitely upwards, and the blue sky at the end of the rock wall.

The warm light always makes people feel peaceful. For a moment, Blog even had the idea of ​​sleeping here.

The surface of the body flickered with a faint light, and Blogo felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. Then Amy left Blogo's body and sat on the hill of ash with Blogo.

At this time, Amy's condition was not much better than Blogo's. His limbs were bent and deformed to a certain extent. Part of the metal shell fell off, revealing the complex mechanical structure inside. Half of his shoulder collapsed, and a huge metal gap spanned his back.

She stayed beside Blogo without saying a word. After Blogo was silent for a while and recovered some strength, he slowly raised his hand and revealed the crystal core in his palm.

The crystal core showed a perfect geometric shape, composed of a series of smooth and glittering diamond faces. Each diamond face reflected a different color. The gorgeous rainbow color extended to its core, and some were a pure white light spot. It was a continuous source of light, and it was like a newborn daylight, but before it expanded and grew, it was sealed by King Solomon.

"I seem to understand what the light burn is."

Berogo raised the crystal core above his head and pointed it at the blue sky. The light passed through the diamond-shaped surface and refracted colorfully.

"This crystal core should be similar to the structure of those crystal curtain walls, but the difference is that this crystal core is the most perfect creation, while those crystal curtain walls seem to be inferior products produced to create this crystal core."

Berogo continued, "King Solomon used those inferior products to build Raymengaton into a crystal city, and this crystal core located in the etheric world is the core of the crystal city."

Aimee nodded. In fact, when Berogo took the crystal core from the heavens and caused the light burn to go out, she also keenly realized the reason for all this.

"This crystal core, overlapping points, Lemongaton... King Solomon built the entire city into a large alchemical armed array. This crystal core is the core of the array. It uses the infinite ether of the ether world to release a thousand-foot light, which is then refracted and expanded by those crystal curtain walls to create a light that burns everything."

"But it seems that we should not have the chance to see the burning fireworks again." Amy said.

"Not necessarily," said Bolog, "At least we got this crystal core, the Heart of Light."

"Heart of Light?" Amy said, "What name did you give it?"

"Uh-huh, I found it, I named it, is there any problem?"

"I thought you would give it some weird names."

"For example?"

"For example, the core of the super beam array... What do you think of this cold joke?"

Blog was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Amy, who fell in the ashes with him. He suddenly reached out and hugged Amy, and then he lay on Amy's chest.

"It's not very funny, but thank you, Aimee."

Berogo hugged Aimee tightly. The ashes under him were soft and had a faint residual temperature. He pressed hard against the cold steel, but Berogo felt that his heart was hot and uneasy.

Aimee was confused by Berogo's sudden action. Most of the time, Berogo was a very restrained person. Even when facing himself, he rarely showed his emotions. But now he was like a wounded child, seeking a hug.

She didn't ask Berogo what was wrong, but raised her ragged hands, gently stroked Berogo's back, and hugged Berogo with the same strength.

Berogo closed his eyes tightly, and the memory of Saqin kept emerging in his mind.

The pressure of the battle dissipated, and the tight bowstring in Berogo's mind also relaxed, so those memories came one after another and wrapped Berogo.

Soulless embryos, Sachin and Suzie, King Solomon's promise...

New World Project.

Boluogo is a smart man, and with his ability to overthink, he can always deduce a complete story from fragmented information.

A forgotten story from many years ago is slowly crawling out of the grave.

Suddenly, Boluogo seemed to understand one of the three ultimate questions in life.

Boluogo vaguely knew where he came from.

So where should he go now?

…

The approaching footsteps woke up Holt, and fatigue and pain ordered him to fall asleep continuously, but out of instinctive alertness, he still opened his eyes. Holt tried to stand up, but this time he failed.

"Don't be nervous. It's over. Just take a good rest."

A slightly familiar voice sounded, and Holt squinted his eyes, trying to see the other person clearly, but blood obscured his vision, and everything in his eyes became scarlet and blurry.

It wasn't until the other party stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from Holt's eyes that his vision became clear.

"Von?"

Holt recognized the other person, and then he saw the injuries all over Vonn's body.

Different from the perfect posture when he first made a strong debut, Fern now looks like he has been rolled in the sword. His clothes are in tatters, and his exposed skin is covered with fine and deep wounds. Fortunately, the wounds are not Blood oozes out, but there is a steady flow of ether.

The most serious wound on Vonn's body was located on his right chest. Half of his chest was mangled and bloody. The remaining hostile ether prevented the body from transforming into ether, so the blood flowed non-stop.

"What about him?" Holt asked.

"Him? It's a draw. I have no choice but to let him run away," Vonn shook his head helplessly, and then said, "But don't worry, he's not having it easy either. I've embedded at least hundreds of silver shavings into his body. , he wants to remove these things and can only dig out his own flesh little by little."

When he said this part, a hearty smile appeared on Vonn's face.

Vonn helped Holt stand up, and the rolling cyclone formed invisible stairs under their feet. The two walked in the air, sprinkling some blood drops from time to time.

"How are the others?"

"I'm not sure, but they all seem to be alive," Vonn said as he glanced at the cliff in the distance, where a huge gap collapsed. "It's just that your desperate outpost should be gone, completely." 's gone."

Vonn quickly said, "But if it's gone, it's gone. Anyway, the monster has disappeared and the light has been extinguished. You have no reason to stay here anymore."

"The Order Bureau is very busy now and needs people everywhere. You and your team members will be a good help."

Vonn was surprisingly chatty when he spoke, maybe because he didn't want the atmosphere to become too serious. After all, Vonn himself was not a serious guy.

"You faced a pure-blooded Night Clan Glory, and you were able to fight back and forth. You did a great job."

Vonn praised while trying to talk to Holt about something to keep him awake.

Holt, who has always been humorous, did not answer. He lowered his head and was thinking about something, with complicated thoughts running rampant in his mind.

Vonn asked, "Do you feel ashamed?"

"Kind of."

This time Holt responded, "I rarely lose so completely."

"It's not your fault. There's such a gap in rank, not to mention he's still undead." Fern comforted him.

Holt shook his head vigorously, and then fell silent again. After a long time, when the two of them were about to walk out of the gap, Holt suddenly said.

"I want……"

His voice was obscured by the sound of the cyclonic wind, and Vonn did not hear it clearly.

"What did you just say?" Vonn asked again.

Holt took a deep breath and said in an almost roaring manner.

"I will apply to the decision-making room for promotion."

He raised his head, looked into Vonn's eyes, and repeated again.

"Transformation! Transformation into glory!"

…

In the horrifying flesh and blood cave, the silent blood lake suddenly boiled violently. Amid the rising mist of blood, Beelzebub slowly rose from the blood. She stepped on the water, her steps becoming staggering. He got up, and then the water surface seemed to have lost its support. Beelzebub stepped on the air and half of his body fell into the surging blood.

She didn't struggle for too long. Several tentacles extending from the shore tied her body and brought her back to the shore little by little. The tentacles entangled with each other and turned into a throne of flesh and blood.

Beelzebub sat on it with difficulty, his chest heaving violently.

There was a heartbreaking pain in his consciousness, and many fine cracks appeared on the perfect body. Under these cracks, there was no flesh and blood, only countless dark tars were running and surging, and they slowly seeped out. Out, tick tock.

"I haven't been this embarrassed for a long time."

Beelzebub spoke with difficulty. Every word she said at this time would bring heavy pressure to her consciousness.

"Fortunately, it's just a matter of embarrassment."

Mammon's figure appeared in front of Beelzebub. He stretched out his hand and brushed the cracks on Beelzebub's body, wiping off the tar with his fingertips. Mammon put his fingers into his mouth, tasting the taste of Beelzebub, and smiled weirdly. The meaning sounded in the throat.

"Are you going to eat me?" Beelzebub asked.

"How could it be?" Mammon shook her head, "We are blood relatives."

Beelzebub sneered at this, "So what about blood relatives? We have been fighting each other for so many years..."

"No way, this is also part of the curse. After all, everyone is afraid of death. Instead of letting someone win, it's better to torture each other in this hell together," Mammon smiled, "At least this way, all of us can survive."

"Survive?"

Beelzebub's breath was particularly weak. King Solomon's revenge seemed to have affected her essence.

"Mammon, what is considered alive?"

For such a question, Mammon can give countless answers, but the questioner is Beelzebub, so he can only smile.

Mammon can't give the answer Beelzebub wants.

"Do you want to be replaced?" Mammon asked tentatively.

Beelzebub narrowed his eyes and said to himself, "Our power cannot be shaken, but the consciousness that dominates the power will feel tired and sleepy. This should be a problem that all undead will face."

The time and life of the undead are eternal, but the consciousness is not.

People are the sum of past experiences, but with the accumulation of past experiences, few people can keep their original intentions. More often, everyone will lose themselves in the increasingly crowded memories and become some kind of deformed monster.

Beelzebub sometimes recalls past stories, but every time she sees those scenes, she always feels that she is looking at another person's life.

"So... so we can replace, replace those useless ones, and keep our consciousness pure, just like that fable."

Mammon responded, "The Ship of Theseus."

Beelzebub's eyes were blurred for a moment. King Solomon's revenge did not hurt her power, but affected her consciousness.

The blade in her hand was still sharp, but the hand holding the sword lost its strength.

But soon, Beelzebub's eyes became firm. She stood up from the throne of flesh and blood and whispered, "I will not admit defeat, absolutely not."

Mammon just smiled. He knew the character of his blood relatives too well. Everyone was a complete coward, tired of the current life, but never admit defeat.

"I caught someone you might be interested in."

Mammon waved his hand, and the blood in the lake began to rise, gathering into a blood-colored mirror.

Beelzebub looked into the mirror, and the first thing that came into his eyes was a few speechless people, and behind them was a man bound by heavy shackles.

He was covered with wounds and blood, and Beelzebub could not distinguish his appearance at all, but he could feel the power contained in his body through the mirror.

"His name is York, and we found him in the ruins of Graystone Town. He has the source of sin and has obtained the protection of rage."

Mammon told Beelzebub about his plan.

"He will become an alarm clock to wake up the behemoth of war."