Chapter 958: A Big Fight

Essentially, each condenser is a movable ether vortex point, but due to the limitation of rank, most condensers cannot trigger the anomalies in the material world.

Now, as a large number of condensers gather here, they rush to call for ether and summon more and more ether.

Gradually, the ether concentration in the battle area continues to rise, and excessive condensers gather together to form a supernatural effect similar to the ether vortex point. It is also in this high-concentration ether environment that various supernatural phenomena bloom and are used by the Duke of Origin to control and attack Blog.

The roaring thunder lingers in the ears, and deadly ether lightning strikes in an instant. Driven by the Glory One, each beam of thunder is so swift and deadly, like the wrath of God across the sky, and Blog almost completely relies on instinct to avoid it.

"Where is he!"

Palmer observed the surroundings and tried to find the other party.

"I don't know!" Blog responded while controlling the ground to rise. A series of huge semi-arc barriers blocked Blog's body, and then were smashed by thunder. The electric current spread, hitting Blog's body and causing paralysis, and also burned a large piece of flesh and blood. Fortunately, Blog has etherization and immortality. Except for the first ether lightning that caused serious injuries to Blog, the subsequent rounds of ether lightning failed to hit him directly. "He is out of our sight," Blog came back to his senses and shouted, "Leave here, otherwise we can only be targets!" Obviously, the enemy's secret energy range is very large, as large as a mortar. Before Blog finds his position, he will be bombed into slag. "Okay!" Palmer nodded vigorously. Before the new round of ether lightning came, he drew out the rapier worn on his waist and threw out the storm feather. A huge amount of ether was injected into the dagger, and the slender metal was immersed in the wind, split into two, two into four, and quickly replicated and multiplied like a germ. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a flock of screaming birds, circling towards the broken position of the tower above.

"Goddess of Luck, please help me."

Palmer held the lucky dice, muttering something in his mouth like a witchcraft spell, and a little light emanated from his palm. The points on the dice kept changing and extinguishing.

Thousands of daggers penetrated into the building with the wind, like the continuous slashing of soldiers, slashing on the already shaky supporting structures.

At the same time, Blog also controlled the newly grown huge rock spike, and with a roaring friction sound, it completely cut the tower in half.

For a moment, the world seemed to be quiet, and then a silent vibration came from the bottom of the tower, as if it was the heartbeat of the earth.

The tilted tower began to shake, and the shaking gradually increased, as if responding to some deep fear. The stone bricks began to crack under the pressure, and an insurmountable gap appeared. As the shaking intensified, the internal structure of the tower was completely destroyed, and the foundation began to collapse.

Bolog saw large pieces of snowflake-like debris falling off the surface of the tower. Even if the Condensers of the Domination School tried to freeze the tower, under gravity and continuous destruction, the structure of the tower itself was difficult to maintain and began to collapse from the inside.

So in mid-air, the half of the tower that fell down shattered with a bang, constantly peeling off heavy fragments, hitting the ground and splashing a series of dust.

The ranks of those Condensers of the Domination School were not too high, and the release range of their secret energy was naturally not too wide, so most of them were within the coverage of the collapsed tower.

Either continue to maintain support or be buried by falling rubble.

The ending is obvious.

"Asshole!"

Duke Benyuan saw this scene from afar. He had no means to save it. He could only watch the tower collapse and fall in a cloud of dust.

The huge fragments, carrying many small fragments, hit the tower on the other side like a meteor shower. The deafening roar echoed in the air, and the tower body collapsed into a pile of gravel and dust.

The spire rolled in the air and finally fell heavily on the ground, setting off a new round of chaos.

At this moment, the whole city was shocked by the loud noise. People stopped and stood there, their faces full of astonishment and fear.

The billowing smoke and dust were tens of meters high, like a large smoke bomb, directly covering the entire area. Countless people wailed in the chaos, and many people were buried under the ruins and could only make weak groans.

Duke Benyuan's eyes were bloodshot. This was the situation that the Secret Group least wanted to see.

High-level condensers have great destructive power. In order to avoid destroying local assets, they spent a lot of effort to show weakness. They first exiled Nathanir into the etheric world and sent two dukes and many condensers to control Holt and his party.

The purpose was to disable them before the battle began and minimize the damage to the city. All this was done perfectly, but two were still let go, and just these two knocked down a high tower in an instant.

The Duke of Origin and the Duke of Spirit God looked at each other, and the Duke of Spirit God said calmly, "There must be a Glory to restrain them."

After a moment of silence, the Duke of Origin responded, "Take them to the Sage Council immediately, convert the high-level condensers into fantasy species, and the low-level condensers into blood people."

Holt's pupils shrank, and he realized that he heard something he shouldn't have heard.

Converted to fantasy species? What does this mean? Isn't this a unique ability of the School of Illusion?

Holt suppressed his curiosity and followed the two obediently, but before leaving, the Duke of Origin still looked at the huge cloud of smoke that was like a sandstorm unwillingly.

"I won't let you go so easily."

He whispered, and reality was distorted.

Ether gathered and accumulated on the ruins of the tower, like the wrath of Thor. Hundreds of ether lightning appeared out of thin air, turning into falling snakes, bombarding the ruins indiscriminately.

In addition, there were also twisted ether fireworks.

As the glory of the Origin School, the Duke of Origin has reached the extreme control of ether, thunder and fire, like a punishment from heaven.

"Run!"

Screams sounded in the smoke and dust, and then a strong whistling wind blew away the dust that blocked the view.

The wind surrounded Palmer. He walked through the ruins with a look of grief and anger on his face. He was carrying Blog on his shoulders. The guy was hit by several thunderbolts and just woke up from coma. He exuded a roasted smell.

Just as Palmer expected, the promotion of rank also means greater responsibility, and it also means that he will face more powerful enemies.

Look, he just became a bearer, and he is face to face with the glory. Who knows what he will encounter in the future.

"Think of a way! Blog!"

Palmer turned his head and shouted to Blog who was carried up.

"I'm thinking of a way."

Blog's voice was weak. It was really uncomfortable to be hit directly by the power of the glory. But compared with the battle with the first seat when he was a bearer, his condition was much better now. More importantly, Palmer was unexpectedly reliable.

With the disturbance of airflow brought by the secret energy Breath of Wind, this guy seemed to be running wildly, but in fact he was flying close to the ground. If he was not afraid of jumping into the air and becoming the target of the Duke of Origin, Palmer would have taken him to the sky.

"Escape outside! Go to the Wasteland City!"

Berogo continued to wave the ether while instructing. He did not interrupt to block the thunder and fire in the sky. It was not a wise choice to collide head-on with the power of the Glory. For this reason, Berogo's target was the surrounding buildings.

Ether was injected into the earth. Within the scope of the field, all of them were Berogo's territory. Previously, Berogo had to invade his own ether to control matter, but after being promoted to the defender, he could easily convert the neutral ether in the field into his own power.

In an instant, all the matter in the field obeyed Berogo's orders. Gradually, Palmer noticed the trembling of the ground and heard the faint wailing from the deep bottom.

"What are you doing?" Palmer asked in a panic.

Blogo didn't answer, but then the ground beneath their feet suddenly cracked, and huge cracks spanned the square and the street, and spread towards the towers.

Thunder and fire descended, and the scorching heat and shock waves continued, like an intensive bombing. In the chaotic firelight, the earth was covered with scars. Blogo had no mercy and tore it apart completely, shaking the foundation of the towers as well.

For this reason, everyone saw that several towers along the way shook slightly, and the shaking amplitude became larger and larger until they collapsed.

Blogo didn't have time to observe his own artistic creation. With Palmer flying close to the ground, the two of them rushed out of the bombing range of thunder and fire without any danger.

"Olivia!" Blogo called.

After a rough perception, Blogo felt that they had already rushed out of the field range of the Duke of the Origin. Blogo decisively extinguished his own etheric reaction, and Palmer followed Blogo and restrained the release of the secret energy. At the same time, the shadow under Blogo surged, and the dark curtain wrapped the two again.

The absolute etheric cover enveloped Blogo and Palmer, completely cutting off the breath of Blogo and Palmer. They turned into a rapidly moving darkness and plunged into the wasteland city.

The people in the wasteland city did not know what happened today. They just saw one tower after another collapse, and the successive explosions brought up flames.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on the street. Everyone hid at home, praying that the disaster would not happen to them.

In the shadow of an alley, Blogo and Palmer sat side by side next to the trash can, and the shadow that was there and not there covered them for a long time and refused to dissipate.

"Although I have been unhappy with the people of the Secret Group for a long time, I never thought that I could make such a big fuss."

After recovering from his shock, Palmer seemed much calmer. It might be that he had become numb and adapted to the current situation.

"Yeah, making a big fuss, it's really crazy."

A cold voice sounded, and Palmer was about to respond, but he found that the voice was not from Blogo or Olivia.

Palmer looked at the end of the alley warily, and the Duke of Fantasy Osana was standing there with an indifferent face.

Damn, another duke!

Palmer stood up suddenly and raised the rapier in his hand, but Blogo stopped him before he launched an attack.

"Relax."

Blogo comforted Palmer, and then asked Osana, "What happened?"

Osana remained silent until another roar came from the distance, which sounded like the collapse of a tall tower. She sighed helplessly and gestured.

"Follow me."