Chapter 966: Shadow of the Curtain

As the level increases, the advanced nature of Boluogo's alchemical matrix is ​​more fully reflected. With all-round increase, the extremely aggressive ether can easily penetrate the moment soul criticality of low-level condensers, and then Completely dominate their bodies, causing them to collapse themselves.

However, under the influence of infinite narrowness, Boluogo also clearly realized the limitations brought by extreme tendencies.

Compared to Overlord Xilin, Boluogo is not good at large-scale control operations. The more he controls, the heavier the consumption of his ether, and he cannot control large-scale operations like Xilin. At the same time, these control objects are carefully deployed.

If Xilin can treat each controlled object as a part of his own limbs and carry out precise and rapid response actions, then Bologo can only give them rough orders and instructions, and carry out clumsy and rough charges and offensives.

But due to the existence of infinite narrowness, Boluogo is now better at micro-level control, the kind of meticulous and soul-deep pertinence.

"Are you sure you can avoid attracting Aurora Road's attention?" Palmer followed behind Boluogo and said furtively.

"Not sure, but there's nothing else to do but try."

Even the extremely tight-knit chamber has a few channels to connect with the outside world, and the same is true for the foundation creations of the Holy Hub in front of us.

With the naked eye, it would be difficult for even Boluogo to find the entrance or exit, but now that Palmer is by his side, with his exquisite control of the air flow, the gas exchange between the building and the outside world will be greatly improved by Palmer. Mo noticed it easily and found a gap to sneak into.

"arrive."

Boluogo stopped as he spoke. In the gap between the factory buildings built along the foundation, they found a narrow and low vent. There was a weak air flow from behind the grid, and there was a faint air. The sound of ventilation fan can be heard.

"Do you think we will encounter other people when we go in?" Palmer asked.

"Probably. Maybe by the time we arrive, they will have already dealt with the Council of Sages."

Boluogo squatted down, pressed his hand on the grid, and dismantled it without emitting any ether fluctuations as much as possible.

"Deal with the Council of Sages?"

Palmer thought as he raised his head and looked at this towering and huge building. It extended to the end of the darkness, then grew out of the ground, passed through the deep circular valley, and finally reached the sun.

The escape of himself and Bologo alone triggered a series of great changes, nearly destroying several urban areas. Palmer did not think that the momentum of the battle between Nathaniel and Holt would be less than the turmoil caused by the two of them.

Now the Holy Hub is still silent and quiet, which makes him think about what kind of situation it will be inside. Is it the final battlefield or another trap?

"I'm a little uneasy," Palmer tightened his grip on the lucky dice in his hand, "very uneasy."

"Do you think something bad will happen next?"

Bologg removed the grid and stuck his head in to take a look at the situation inside. The vent was much smaller than Bologg imagined. He was not sure he could get in, but Bologg could use it too. The power of control expands the vents, but no one can guarantee whether this will attract the enemy's attention.

"Who knows?" Palmer shook his head uncertainly. "If I could know the disaster so accurately, I shouldn't be called a gambler, but a prophet."

"Prophet? Don't you think prophets and foreseeing the future are boring?"

Boluogo squatted in front of the vent and said while thinking, "It's like watching a movie and the plot has been spoiled in advance... Sometimes knowing the direction of fate is not a good thing. It will lose a lot of the fun of change."

"But knowing the future in advance would be very reassuring, wouldn't it?" Palmer struggled for a moment and said cautiously, "Actually, I have a habit of watching movies."

"What?"

"For example, in some relatively tragic movies, in order to prevent the bad ending from ruining my mood when I fall asleep, I will watch the ending in advance and spoil it for myself, so that when the tragedy comes, it will be much easier to accept it."

Hearing this, Bologo frowned and turned to look at Palmer. As a movie lover, Palmer's behavior was simply blasphemy to the movie. What's even more abominable is that Bologo actually kept Didn't notice this.

No wonder no matter how sad the movie was before, Palmer looked like he was laughing. It turned out that he was not heartless, but just prepared in advance.

"Put it another way, if you could foresee the future and glimpse your own dark ending, would you feel relieved about your ending like watching a movie?"

Boluogo described it more specifically, "For example, one day in the future, due to some conflicts, you and Vosilin divorce, or the escalating war leads to the death of people around you, and As for your own destruction...what would you think?"

Palmer was stunned for a moment, "Are you cursing me?"

"No, just to give you an example," Boluogo continued, "After knowing all this, will you be relieved and obey the fixed ending, or will you try to change it?"

This time Palmer was silent for almost half a minute, as if he was seriously thinking about this issue.

"It sounds like a topic in a myth," Palmer said, "Knowing the dark fate, and then trying to modify such a fate, but it is this act of modification that prompts the arrival of the dark fate... the realization of self-prophecy."

Palmer shook his head and sighed helplessly, "Maybe I will obey."

"No, you won't obey, you just say it verbally, when such a reality comes, you will definitely find ways to resist." Blogge said bluntly as if he could see through Palmer's heart.

"What about you? If you glimpse your own dark future, what will you do?" Palmer asked back.

Blogo said firmly, "I won't have a dark future."

"You... do you think you can reverse the prophecy?"

Blogo emphasized again, "No, I mean, I won't have a dark future."

Palmer realized what Blogo meant belatedly, and he couldn't help but say, "Aren't you too arrogant?"

"It's just that I have a good self-awareness," Blogo did not deny this arrogance, "I am a professional, and what professionals have to do is to avoid such a future, that is, as long as I am alive, such a future will not happen, let alone be foreseen."

Blogo stood up, and his control power extended a long distance, touching the free ether inside the building, but without excessive contact, thereby triggering the ether mutual repulsion phenomenon.

"I can't control these substances directly, which will cause the Aurora Road to be alarmed," said Bologo, gesturing, "Can you explore the internal path?"

Palmer closed his eyes and felt the surging airflow. They drilled into the vents like a group of snakes, and continued to spread along the passages that extended in all directions. A complex maze gradually appeared in Palmer's mind.

"The defense is very tight. It seems that we can only invade head-on," Palmer said, "If we invade quickly enough, we should be able to kill directly in."

"Okay."

Blogo raised his bite and said, "The Degeneration Sword Oil can split the winding path, which will be a lot more convenient."

He waved the sword blade, looking eager to try, and then a voice that was almost forgotten by the two sounded.

"Wait a minute!"

Olivia stretched out her hands and pressed them on the shoulders of the two people. She looked anxious, "Did you forget something?"

The shadows squirmed and boiled.

"I can take you in directly!"

When the shadow completely enveloped Blogo, Blogo felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness, a slight chill in his body, and all his senses became blurred. He felt as if he was immersed under the water, and everything in the world became distant.

Through this short cooperation, the three of them initially established a sufficient foundation of trust. In order to facilitate the next action, Olivia also confessed the nature of her secret power to the two.

Secret Power·Curtain Shadow.

This secret power belongs to the School of Ascension. The specific ability presented by Olivia is that she can shadow herself, completely turning into a hazy shadow, and then avoid all attacks on the physical level. In the dark, Olivia's own secret power will be maximized.

In addition, Olivia's derivative secondary school is the School of Illusion, which makes the Secret Power·Curtain Shadow obtain further qualitative changes, and can create more shadows. In a non-dark environment, it creates an environment that is conducive to Olivia's battle, and controls the shadows to materialize them for combat.

After a rough assessment, Blog found that Olivia's secret power was not good at frontal combat, but was mainly good at hiding and moving, turning Olivia into an invisible assassin.

"According to you, now you have wrapped us all up?" Blog asked in the turbid darkness.

"Almost," Olivia's figure sounded from all directions, "Theoretically, you were "eaten" by me."

After years of training and the expansion of secret power, when Olivia turned into a shadow, she could "assimilate" the matter in the shadow with herself to a certain extent, just like when Blog controlled matter, he spread his own alchemical matrix over and became a part of his body.

Olivia merged with the shadow and ran quickly in the vent, and with her etheric shielding that was like reaching the extreme, the group did not attract anyone's attention and easily infiltrated the Holy Hub.

At first, Blog was still vigilant, but after carefully recalling the structure of the Holy Hub and even the entire Secret Land, this was normal. After staying in the reclamation room for a long time, Blogo often used the security level of the reclamation room to treat the fortresses of other forces. This is unreasonable. After all, not every force has the ability to use the fragments of Lemongaton to build a virtual domain.

During the sneak, Blogo couldn't help asking, "Did you choose your secret power yourself, or... or was it decided by Serre?"

"It was Serre."

Olivia responded briefly.

"Oh."

Blogo didn't continue to dwell on this topic. At this point, he understood why Serre gave Olivia such a secret power.

The secret power of the curtain shadow does not have a strong lethality, but it is very easy to use it to avoid disasters. Combined with the ability to create illusions, Olivia can move freely even if she is directly exposed to sunlight.

Blogo doesn't know if this is Serre's... fatherly love?

"Serre treats you..."

Boluogo wanted to ask more questions, but he swallowed them as soon as they reached his lips.

Now is not a good time to talk about this kind of thing, and Bologg will have plenty of opportunities to explore Threi's past.

"I smell it." Olivia said suddenly.

A repulsive force emerged from all directions, and Boluogo could feel himself being peeled away from the shadow little by little. This was indeed the case. The shadow clung to the ground like a ball of boiling tar. As Olivia lifted the Secret energy, the three of them also emerged from the shadows.

His vision blurred for a while, and after a few seconds, it became clear. Boluogo observed the surroundings vigilantly, and found that several people were in an automatic factory filled with cold tones.

There is metallic iron gray everywhere, and various indicator lights are flashing non-stop. There is no sound of patrolling footsteps, and there is no sound of human breathing. There is only the humming noise of machinery. Looking not far away, Strange equipment stands in the building, with conveyor belts and robotic arms operating constantly, like a cold steel life.

"Is this the inside of the Holy Hub?" Palmer looked around, "I thought this place would be more beautiful."

"Is it like those flashy styles on the high towers on the surface?" Bologg shook his head, "This is under the surface. You only need to be responsible for production, and production work is the least need to beautify."

Boluogo said to Olivia again, "What did you smell?"

"The blood is very strong. There are at least a few Night Clan members nearby. The blood purity is not very high. At least those who can be noticed by me first are not higher than me." Olivia replied.

"Can you control them through blood?" Bologo asked.

"No," Olivia's eyes dimmed, "When I realized that I made a big mistake, I tried to make up for it..."

"You killed all those people, those new Night Clan derived from your bloodline," Bologo whispered, "except the Regent."

The Night Clan that originally belonged to Olivia's line has long since died out, and the remaining regent has also rebelled long ago. Through the Night King's second blood donation, he has obtained a blood purity that surpasses Olivia's.

"Due to the existence of "Dawn Oath", the Night Clan that can be active here can only be the new Night Clan created by the regent's bloodline after he gave blood for the second time," Olivia said, "I You can’t control them, but you can suppress them to a certain extent.”

"No need," Bologo objected, "it's too much trouble."

Boluogo took out his resentment and raised his saw-axe. Palmer on the side also raised his rapier and secretly held the dagger in his other hand.

"Just lead the way and leave the rest to us."

"What are you going to do?" Olivia asked.

"What else can be done?"

Palmer said impatiently, "According to what is recorded in "The Oath of Dawn", except for you, Olivia Villeless, all Night Clan active outside the Land of Eternal Night are illegal Night Clan. We have the right to execute them on the spot."

When it comes to his own honor, Palmer always looks nonchalant, but when it comes to the honor and disgrace of his family, Palmer becomes extremely serious.

Palmer opened up his secret energy, and the ether weaved into countless birds, which flew quickly towards the interior of the building, searching for enemies that exuded the stench of blood.

Seeing this, Olivia nodded silently, and the shadow once again enveloped several people. They turned into a group of fast-moving shadows, jumping back and forth in the shadows between the buildings.

After crossing one cordon after another, several guard teams approached the depths of the building until a door exuding a strong blood energy gradually appeared in front of them.

This time there was no path for the shadow to advance, and Bologger had long since lost patience.

"Are you ready?"

Boluogo asked, but before the two could respond, he jumped up from the shadows and knocked on the door with his sword.