Chapter 963: Battle

The sharp explosion echoed in the underground world, from far to near, like thunder, shaking everyone's hearing and making them dizzy, as if a heavy hammer hit their heads.

Blogo had no time to deal with Palmer's repeated thrusts. The power of the Glory One had already arrived in front of him, like an approaching cavalryman, swinging a long sword high on horseback to chop fiercely.

The Glory One.

The mysterious and powerful Glory One.

Blogo guessed that the powerful enemy in front of him must have been extremely excited and ecstatic when he was blessed by the power of the Aurora and became a Glory One.

He was like a soldier on the chessboard, crossing the heavy corpses, reaching the bottom line of the border, and then receiving the redemption of glory... Blogo could understand his feelings. Just thinking about it, his blood was boiling.

If it were someone else, he might really be bluffed by this supreme power, but Blogo was different. He had faced the real Glory One and experienced the suffocating power up close.

That was the real god, and the powerful enemy in front of him was just a false god.

Blogo had no fear in his heart, but laughed at it. As the iron python approached at high speed, the absurd laughter and the rolling thunder resounded together.

The Glory One did not understand what Blogo was laughing at, and he was too lazy to understand. In the eyes of the Glory One, Blogo was already a corpse.

For this reason, the noble power was released wantonly, and collided head-on with the running iron python.

Mystical Energy· Iron Cluster.

The ether roared and released from the alchemical matrix. Within the scope of the mysterious energy field, reality was completely crushed by the heavy ether, and then like plasticine, it was allowed to be kneaded and deformed by the Glory One.

Solid metal iron was precipitated out of thin air within the scope of the field. They were like gray snowflake crystals, thousands of them, reflecting a chilling cold light.

This scene reminded Blogo of Balder's secret power. As a member of the School of Illusion, he could create steel objects out of thin air, but it was obvious that the illusion ability of the Glory Man in front of him was thousands of times greater than his.

"It's really a nuisance."

Blogo sighed lightly, and the Blade of Resentment chopped vertically again. The bright green color on his body burst out, and the alchemical matrix burned fiercely, squeezing out the ether, wielding a majestic control force, like an invading wildfire, attacking the endless iron.

A new field rose up in the field of the Glory Man like a sharp knife, as if it was about to break out of the body, and forcibly squeezed out a gap in his field for Blogo's power to release.

But it was only released.

Blogo's tendency was infinitely narrow and sharp, and he was extremely aggressive, but he was facing a Glory Man after all, and his own ether had to follow the most basic law.

Ether repulsion.

Blogo could not break through the field of the Glory One and forcibly control the illusory iron. The other party could not cross Blogo's field and form iron beside Blogo, forging it into a sword and then piercing Blogo's heart.

The two forces collided with each other, and the ether rubbed against each other, like intertwined thunder, and the brilliant sparks flickered continuously, like a grand fireworks display.

It illuminated the underground world around it. The incomplete ones looked at it carefully through the cracks in the window, thinking that this was a fight between the gods, and silently prayed in their hearts that the disaster would not befall them.

The released ether was consumed all at once, and the field that supported it also weakened. The characteristics of mutual repulsion weakened, so that some of the fields overlapped.

Blogo saw the Glory One who commanded thousands of iron tools, and the Glory One also saw Blogo standing on the iron python.

The two looked at each other, without any words or roars, and both sides just calmly vented their own strength and started a new round of confrontation.

The characteristics of the School of Illusion are extremely changeable and unrestrained. It can be said that it is the secret power closest to the essence of "miracle". Because of this, it can give birth to the fruit called fantasy seed.

Blogo guessed that the other party might be related to Osana, or not, but in any case, Blogo is not a kind-hearted person, and will not be tolerant of the enemy in this situation.

The Glory seems to be the same as Blogo, with infinitely narrow and sharp tendencies, so in his field, only metal can be created. Under these constraints, the other party brings the absolute domination of the illusion.

It may not be limited to this.

Looking at the strange armor covered with sharp horns, Blogo suspected that the other party still had some means hidden.

As if the Glory One knew what Blogo was thinking, his figure suddenly accelerated in midair under the aether amplification, and the metal in his hand extended into a sharp dagger, and then it continued to extend and grow as if it had vitality.

The dagger turned into a short sword, and then extended into a long sword without stopping, until it turned into a simple giant sword several meters long. It looked so heavy, no different from a raw iron block, but in the hands of the Glory One, it was so light, as if it was holding up a ball of air.

The aether fluctuations that Blogo felt familiar with suddenly rose, and the heavy giant sword swung out a dark slash, setting off a torrent of sword whistles.

Extreme Realm·Aether Amplification.

In an instant, the dark slash passed vertically, no... Rather than saying that the dark slash hit the iron python, it would be better to say that the iron python took the initiative to hit the dark slash, and then under this fatal blow, the snake head collapsed and split into two.

In the midst of the shattered iron filings and debris, the metal that was speeding across Blogo's body was about to scratch him, but it was deflected by the wind group left by Palmer.

Blogo leaped high, his eyes were like torches, and he pointed his resentment at the Glory below.

The Glory looked up at Blogo, and he swung the giant sword again, and his speed was still amazing, as if the blade had no weight.

But before he could chop the giant sword again, the snake head that was split in the middle squirmed, and the two halves of the split entangled and integrated again, turning into two snake heads and continuing to move forward.

The Glory seemed to have not expected this scene to happen. The situation was urgent, and the chasing giant sword turned to slash at the two snake heads.

Blogo's information was kept confidential to a high degree, and the information that the Secret Group could grasp was also a relatively superficial part, and this part was about Blogo's identity as an undead.

Before joining the hunt for Blogo, the Glory One had read the information, and naturally deduced from it that Blogo would definitely use his immortality to exchange injuries for injuries.

Faced with this situation, the Glory One could only protect himself first, but after this horizontal slash, the snake head was split into two, and the attack route was still not reversed.

"It's really difficult!"

The Glory One snorted coldly, and the giant sword in his hand swung dozens of times in a few seconds. The terrifying sword momentum brought a continuous afterimage, as if every blow was issued at the same time.

Correspondingly, the snake head fell apart under this round of fatal slashes. While breaking into countless fragments, they entangled together again, evolving into an endless group of snakes, rushing from all directions, a black mass, almost completely enveloping the Glory One.

But just as they had swallowed up most of the Glory One, continuous metal explosions rang out, and those hundreds of millions of metal crystals that were separated out of thin air washed down like a rainstorm, almost instantly beating the snake group apart.

The metals passed through at high speed, like a volley of bullets. The edges of the metals colliding with each other even burned red due to the high speed, and some of the metals melted directly.

The continuous sharp noises overlapped with the dense collision sounds. In the dazzling sparks and the terrifying molten iron color, the fields, secret powers, control objects and illusions of the two were completely intertwined, like poisonous snakes entangled in a dead knot, and only killing one of them could free it.

The two high-pitched ether reactions triggered a series of effects. The surrounding condensers participating in the battle were affected by them one after another. They did not dare to get close, for fear of being caught in the turbulence and cut into pieces by the cold metal.

"Is this the supreme power?"

Some condensers stopped where they were, longing to feel the power of the Glory Ones. Even if this power was false, it still shocked them.

The next second, this shock was interrupted by the sharp sound of swords.

A whistling wind passed by, and Palmer was like a bird riding the wind, brushing past several Condensers. They tried to stop Palmer, but Palmer was too fast, just like a ghost.

They could only watch the phantom passing by, leaving narrow wounds on their bodies.

The high-speed airflow pressed the wound, and a large amount of blood was squeezed out of the wound due to the pressure difference, leaving a scarlet afterimage along the trajectory of Palmer's movement.

Bologo restrained the Glory, and the rest of the people could only be left to Palmer to deal with. As the battle continued, Palmer gradually adapted to it as if he had finished a warm-up activity.

At this time, Palmer became confident and eager to try, but soon, his expression became bitter.

Palmer's previous sonic boom stab was very effective. With absolute speed and strength, he easily assassinated several strengthened believers and effectively reduced the number of enemies.

But releasing such a powerful stab is not without cost. It consumes a lot of ether. Palmer estimated that if he released it a few more times, the ether would drop to the red line.

Palmer's speed slowed down. The other condensers noticed this and immediately seized the opportunity to surround Palmer.

Everyone blocked Palmer's escape route, forcing this annoying and sensitive bird into a dead end, forcing him to fight head-on with several people.

Palmer didn't like head-on battles. He threw the dagger decisively. The gusts of wind lifted the thin metal, causing them to multiply rapidly in mid-air, turning into a storm of steel, ruthlessly crossing the battlefield.

The metal cut through the rising ether barriers, and repeatedly scraped in the dim factories and alleys. Dust and debris were stirred, and the gradually rising air mass exploded like a bubble. The billowing smoke rolled into a storm that blocked the vision and swallowed everyone in an instant.

The vision was blocked, but the glow and ripples of the ether were still there. When the condensers tried to chase Palmer's high-pitched ether reaction, they suddenly found that Palmer's ether reaction, which had been like a furnace, had completely extinguished.

Either Palmer was dead, or he had completely cut off his connection with the ether and stopped his secret power, which was tantamount to suicide.

"Track his ether remnants!"

One of them commanded, and his rank was also that of a negative power.

Another person not far away nodded and closed his eyes in thought. He was the tracker of this team. It was also with his targeted and specialized secret power that they could find the traces of Blog and his group in the shallow ether remnants.

He tried his best to sense the ether remnants of Palmer, and saw those fluorescent scars in the dark vision. When he was completely immersed in the pursuit of ether, he did not notice that the hunter was approaching silently.

A black shadow gradually emerged from the billowing smoke. He lowered his body and crawled on the ground. Without attracting anyone's attention, the hunter felt that he was close enough to the prey. The next moment, he suddenly jumped up.

A strong sense of uneasiness rose from the heart of the tracker. He opened his eyes in horror, and cold sweat crawled all over his back, as if a fatal blow was about to hit him. But he looked around, and there was no trace of Palmer except for the powerful ether reaction of Blog.

The sharp rapier pierced the tracker's heart from behind, ruthlessly piercing through the fragile flesh and blood, and then pierced out of his chest.

The tracker watched all this with his eyes full of confusion, and he couldn't believe what was happening.

The ultimate ether shielding? Or...

He tried to turn his head, and in the corner of his eyes, the tracker saw the vague figure of Palmer. He was pitch black, without any etheric reaction, but only cold steel and the assassination that returned to the essence.

Oh...is this the professional of the Order Bureau? Smoke obscured the vision, and then gave up ether, only using this simple and somewhat ridiculous assassination method.

This sounds a bit incredible, but it is indeed reasonable. These people have relied on extraordinary power for too long, holding it tightly in their hands, and never thought that letting go can also produce effects.

The glow of ether ignited again on Palmer's body, and the dagger pierced the tracker's throat quickly, pulling hard, and chopped off his entire head.

He successfully killed this troublesome tracker, but the price was that Palmer was also directly exposed to the encirclement. Several terrifying etheric reactions rose from the ground, and all kinds of weird secret energy rushed towards Palmer.

There were fireworks, thunder, and strange mental shocks, causing Palmer's eyes to double and blood to flow out of his nose.

"Berogo!"

Palmer shouted, and the next moment, another rumbling sound came from the dark dome.

Berogo was like a wishing machine. He heard Palmer's wish and responded, using all his strength to control the matter above his head.

Secret Power·The Kingdom of Summoning.

After a long and deep sound, Berogo forcibly tore open the dome above his head, and the dark sky cracked, and the light from the surface fell in without hindrance.

Along with it fell the broken earth.