Chapter 959: Fantasy Tree

The disaster caused by Blogo is still affecting the Hidden Land. In the past, when encountering such a supernatural disaster, the Aurora Road will be like the self-repair of the Reclamation Room, injecting ether into the building to recover itself. Therefore, under the protection of the Aurora, few attacks can cause such heavy damage to the towering towers.

Unfortunately, most of the power of the Aurora Road is now given to the various defenders and the Glory Ones, and a large part is used to target Nathanir, who is at the overlap point and close to the etheric world.

Under a series of influences, this gave Blogo the opportunity to destroy it wantonly, but under the watchful eyes of the Glory Ones, Blogo's destruction was not satisfied, and he could only flee like a mouse in the deadly thunder and fire.

"You've caused quite a stir."

"There's no other way. If you want to survive the attack of the Glory Ones, you need to resort to some tricks."

In the dark alley, Osana was wearing a gray cloak. During the conversation, she threw two more cloaks to Blogo, motioning them to put them on.

"But your trick is to destroy the Land of Secrets, my hometown." Osana's tone was a little angry.

"It's just a few towers that have been toppled. You can build more magnificent ones in the future," Blogo said with a nonchalant attitude. Then he took the cloak and asked, "What is this?"

Kneading the cloak, Blogo could clearly feel that its material was wrong. It should be some special alchemical material. The Mysterious Group has done a lot of research on this material science.

"The cloak of concealment, with special shielding fabrics inserted inside, can avoid the search of the Aurora Road to a certain extent." Osana explained.

"Searching the Aurora Road? I knew it was more than just providing energy."

Berogo put on his cloak and hood swiftly. He could clearly feel that his perception of the surrounding ether was somewhat limited. Similarly, the ether outside could hardly spy on him.

Out of extreme vigilance, Palmer didn't want to put on the cloak, but another trembling roar came from afar, and the loud alarm sounded throughout the city again, as if an air formation was attacking the Hidden Land.

Palmer hesitated for a few seconds, but still put on the cloak obediently. At the same time, he also hoped that there would be an air raid and burn this place to ruins.

Forget it, there is a pure-blooded Night Clan hiding in Berogo's shadow now, and there is nothing to be surprised about if there is another traitor in the Secret Group.

Palmer comforted himself, but after a short while of calming down, he couldn't help but whispered.

"Duke of Delusion? Osana?" He pointed at the woman in front of him, and then at Blogo, "She is indeed a spy planted by the Order Bureau!"

According to the rules that Palmer understood, Blogo's previous round of attacks was no different from terrorists. This famous Duke of Delusion did not behead the two men first and go back to ask for credit and reward, but instead helped the two hide their actions... Palmer's poor thinking logic could only come to the conclusion that they were spy.

"Spy? I'm not a spy."

Although the concepts are different, Osana still has a strong sense of self-identity with the Secret Group, and she protested against this term.

"I just have different ideas from those people," she said, glancing at the direction of the rising smoke, "so I chose to cooperate with the Order Bureau."

The billowing smoke continued to spread upwards, like a towering pillar, almost dividing half of the city. The Aurora Road could not handle these disasters for the time being, but the condensers should be in place. Just as Osana thought, before she moved her eyes away, the spread of the smoke was controlled, as if there was a howling wind blowing through, blowing everything away.

The advantage of all condensers is that no matter what happens, there are always a large number of condensers who can be in place immediately.

"What is going on?"

Berogo raised his question again, and it was obvious that Berogo's patience this time was reduced to the freezing point. He clenched his resentment, and the blade of the unsheathed sword was covered with transparent mucus. No one knew whether Berogo's next sword would split the winding path or tear the flesh and blood.

"I don't know," Osana shook her head frankly, "I'm just as confused as you are."

Berogo was silent for a moment and said, "Continue."

"Late last night, the Council of Sages suddenly issued an order to me and my father, the herald Fabien, asking us to hand over the work to the other three dukes," Osana said as she led Berogo through the alley, "From tomorrow, all work related to the mission will be in their charge."

"This is too sudden," Berogo said.

"Yes, too sudden. Taking me and my father away is obviously an attempt to eliminate the power of our faction and avoid interfering with them in subsequent actions," Osana added, "I told you that the Truth Faction we belong to is not welcome."

"In other words, they decided last night to take action against us today," Berogo murmured, "They could have done it more perfectly. There must be something that changed their minds and forced them to make up their minds."

"Night Clan."

Olivia's voice rose in Berogo's mind.

"You are already the public enemy of the whole city. You can no longer stay in the tower. I will take you to the Wasteland City. The Incompletes will protect you. As for the subsequent actions, it is up to you."

Mentioning these, Osana's pace quickened a lot, "I can't protect you for too long. A defender and a power bearer just disappeared out of thin air in the hidden land... They will guess that I am After all, in this situation, I am the only one who can hide you."

"Are you going to be okay?" Bologg asked.

"No, they don't have direct evidence. What's more, even if there is evidence, the most they can do is lock me up until the incident is over, rather than kill me." Osana said.

At this time, Bologo noticed some clues. He asked, "If the Council of Sages really wanted to implement the absolute will, it should have eliminated you truth sects early on. It doesn't matter that you are dukes. The resources shared by the three dukes, More than the four dukes shared.

In other words, is the existence of your family necessary for the Council of Sages? "

Osana expected Bologo's keenness, but she originally thought that Bologo would realize this only after all this was over.

Osana said, "The Council of Sages are a group of guys who deserved to die but are not dead. They extended their lifespan through some special means and escaped the scythe of death."

"Just like the elders of my family." Palmer whispered.

"Those means of livelihood are provided by you." Boluogo guessed.

"Yes."

"How did you do it?"

Boluogo felt that there was still plenty of time, and with the Duke of Fantasies protecting them, they would be safe in the short term. For this reason, he kept asking Osana questions, for fear that the next time they met, he would see her body.

"It's very simple, the usual method of the School of Illusion," Osana said the word that was almost forgotten by Boluo Ge, "Fantasy comes true."

Boluogo was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, "Utopia? What wish did the Council of Sages make?"

"A realm of immortality. As long as they are in that realm, they will remain young forever," Osana continued, "You can also feel it. In fact, my family has no say in the Council of Sages."

"Because there are no people of yours in the Council of the Sages, or in other words, they are no longer 'people'," Bologo glanced at the dark corner of the group of secrets, "They have become a species of fantasy."

"Yeah, just like I said."

Osana still had a calm smile on her face, but there was some unspeakable bitterness in this smile, "Once the radical concept of the supremacy of the Sublimer develops out of control, the Sublimer itself will be just another kind of person." They are just formal resources, and they are ultimately used to serve the ultimate condenser."

Relying on sacrifice, Osana's family gained the highest status. Similarly, they were also bound by this status and could not escape.

"Did I hear something I shouldn't have heard?" Palmer interjected cautiously.

There was silence between the three of them for a long time, until Boluogo took the initiative to break the silence, "Where are the others?"

Boluogo looked up and looked around. The towering walls blocked his sight, but he could still see the valley cliffs that covered the sky, as well as the Holy Hub in the center.

"With so many things happening, it's impossible for the deputy director not to fight back, but if he did, most of the Hidden Land would be reduced to scorched earth by now."

In response to Boluogo's question, Osana shook her head, "Sorry, I really don't know this, but I guess he may be at the Holy Hub."

She added, "As you can see, most of the Aurora's power has been poured into that, and it should be used to deal with him."

"The power of the aurora? You mean the light that surrounds them?" Boluogo recalled some of the condensers who were detonated by him, and their bodies all had a faint shimmer.

"Well, that's a method of amplification, sharing the ether of the Aurora Road with other sublimators, thereby increasing their power." Osana said.

"What about the others?"

"They should still be alive, at least no more towers will collapse," Osana joked, and then her tone became serious, "I said, the Sublime itself is just another formal resource. The others should have been controlled and then escorted to the Holy Hub."

Osana then told the bloody story, "Unlike other families, when they die frequently, they will enter the realm of immortality and stay young forever, while the people in my family will become fantasy species to maintain this false world. immortal.

But there are still too few people who can create Utopian Seeds, and precious resources such as Utopian Seeds are being used one less time. So for the operation of the immortal field, our family members have been conducting related research in recent years. "

"Fantasy come true."

Osana whispered that magical word, "In that realm where all wishes can be realized, what if you make a wish that twists your goals into a fantasy species?"

"This sounds like making a wish to the djinn. I want three more wishes." Palmer whispered.

"Yes, it sounds unreasonable, and in fact it is indeed unreasonable. All conversions involve energy loss. Utopian species may be able to do this, but the price paid must be more than what is obtained."

"How did you resolve this issue?"

Boluogo was like an apprentice, full of curiosity. Even a few minutes ago, he was still fighting to the death against the mighty power of the Glorious One.

Hearing Osana's story, Blogo had a series of new inspirations in his mind. All along, his vision was limited to the Order Bureau, and he thought that the Order Bureau was ahead of all forces in studying the etheric world. But now it seems that every force is moving towards the truth, but in different directions.

Just like the Secret Group and Osana's family, who put all their energy into studying the fantasy seeds, there are merits in each other.

"We spent nearly a hundred years and made countless sacrifices to carry out complex "cultivation" of the fantasy seeds. Now it should be called the fantasy tree. After a series of complex conversion rituals, we can turn high-level condensers into nutrients and feed them to the fantasy tree to replenish the consumption of those fantasy seeds and give birth to new fruits."

Blogo analyzed it and felt that Osana was not lying. The fantasy seeds were an opportunity to start. The process of realizing wishes still requires many costs, just like what Amy did at the time. At the end of the time axis disorder, she could not bear the consumption of the fantasy seeds and almost died.

The same is true for the fantasy seeds hanging on the fantasy tree that maintain the Council of Sages. Those old cowards will not plant fantasy seeds in their hearts and let their roots penetrate into their bodies to absorb nutrients. They need another batch of condensers as "soil".

"Have you thought of anything? Blog." Osana suddenly looked at him with a smile.

Blog hesitated for a moment, but still said, "The Holy Trial, this large-scale ceremony of implanting alchemical matrix for all people, now sounds not like popularizing condensers, but... but creating resources."

"Maybe."

Osana did not give a definite answer to this point. She just murmured, "In front of the Ultimate Condenser, everyone is a number and a resource."

"Then what is the price?" Blog asked soberly, "You told me so much and helped me so much, what price do I need to pay for this?"

Osana stopped, folded her hands on her chest, and looked like she was thinking seriously.

After a while, she said, "Free."

"Free is the most expensive."

Berogo received a free gift once, and that gift came from Mammon, which left a deep impression on him.

"Then it's up to you."

Whatever, this answer sounded too harsh.

Osana raised her hand and pointed forward, "After crossing this street, the Wasteland City is in front. When you get there, someone will naturally pick you up. Whether you want to escape from here or fight back, they will help you."

Berogo glanced at the low-rise buildings and suddenly said, "If I win, it's equivalent to helping you solve the radicals and liberate the fate of your family, but if I lose..."

"Your loss won't affect me," Osana patted her chest, "I am still a loyal believer of the Secrets."

At this point, things have become clear. Probably from the beginning, from the moment Osana arrived at the Order Bureau, she had planned all this. She took advantage of the gap between the Order Bureau and the Secrets Group to bring the delegation into the Secret Land and fight for her own Truth Sect.

For the fate of truth, Osana used everyone, which was commendable.

Berogo looked at Osana deeply and said in a low voice, "I hope that when I see you again, you will not be a mutilated corpse."

"I hope so."

Berogo and Palmer strode forward like two blurry shadows.

When they were about to disappear, Osana suddenly said, "People say that the condensers of the School of Illusion will have some romantic idealism. I think I am the same..."

Osana's words disappeared in the wind. She was not sure whether Berogo heard them.