Chapter 970 Burning Through the Tower

All the sacred ethers gathered here, shining brightly, and shadows could not hide.

The Glory One, the Defender, the Negative Power, different ether reactions rushed to rise, calling for power deep underground, hoarding here, until it crushed reality.

"Be executed!"

The Glory One shouted angrily, Blogo had brought him too much shame, he would never allow Blogo to continue to flee and bring more serious damage to the Secret Land.

Blogo laughed wildly in response, facing the metal that was separated out of thin air like raindrops, he did not resist, but chose to control the surrounding rocks.

"You lunatic!"

Almost at the moment when the rock burst into cracks, the Glory One understood Blogo's purpose. This bastard relied on fighting in the homeland of the Secret Group and did not care about the damage to this place.

"Hahaha!"

Blogo was extremely sarcastic. Since he saw the first Night Clan here, the nature of the entire operation has changed.

This is not just a civil war or rebellion, but a war to strangle the rise of the Night Clan. According to the regulations of the Order Bureau, Blogo will be given supreme authority, without prior notification or permission from anyone. Blogo can start endless killing until he thinks the threat of the Night Clan has been resolved.

As for what happens next... no matter what kind of report Blogo needs to make or how strict the review he accepts, Blogo doesn't care. Anyway, by that time, these people will be dead.

"Let's go! Blogo!"

The shout came from not far away. It was Palmer. He evacuated the other disabled people from the cabin and drove them into the shadow of Olivia. It was unknown how long Olivia could hold on.

Now, there is one less condition to bind Blogo. A strong desire for destruction rises from Blogo's heart, no longer covered, and is completely released.

"Try it! Do you kill me first, or do I destroy this first!"

Blogo's tone was sharp, like a sharp knife piercing into the heart of the Glory.

"Asshole!"

The Glory was wrapped in iron armor, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was furious.

As he strode forward, his ether and field completely covered and blended Blogo.

In an instant, dozens of iron swords appeared out of thin air and stabbed Blogo from all directions. Blogo did not move, just stood there, as if he was at the mercy of others.

But just when the sword was about to cut Blogo's throat, the surging blood burst out and swayed into a scarlet blood blade, accurately hitting every attacking iron sword.

There were continuous harsh clanging sounds, metal was broken, and blood turned into fine blood foam.

Blogo stood calmly in place, with an unstoppable crazy smile on his face, and the Glory pressed forward step by step. Neither of them waved the swords in their hands, but under each other's control and illusion, fierce sword fights continued to clash around them.

Hundreds of iron swords appeared every second, slashing at Blogo from all kinds of tricky angles. Similarly, every moment, broken blood foam recondensed, filled with ether, and formed into blood blades that were bent and extended at will, colliding and separating with iron swords.

The blood was filled with lingering mist, and fierce sparks flickered continuously.

This was a fatal and elegant duel. Neither of them retreated a bit, but instead approached each other, compressing each other's remaining buffer space, pushing the fierce sword fight to a climax.

Palmer saw this scene from afar. He was not shocked by this duel full of courage and challenge, but just thought they were a group of lunatics who had lost their minds.

Rather than saying it was a sword fight, it was better to say that it was a competition between the two for the control of secret energy and ether, just like a show of skill, announcing their own strength.

The crisp and harsh metal sound echoed continuously, interweaving into a deafening piece of music. Blogo and the Glory One conducted their own orchestra until a discordant and abrupt scream sounded.

Blogo heard it, and he knew that the Glory One also heard it.

Like the sound of a broken string, the sound was not loud, but in this concerto of swords, it was so clear that it seemed to transcend dimensions and reflected on the Glory One itself.

On the layers of stacked scales, a shallow scratch appeared on the smooth metal surface at some point.

The fierce sword fight slowed down for a few seconds, and then, amid the shameful roar of the Glory One and the wanton ridicule of Blogo, the duel became disordered and crazy, with no skills left but pure violence and violence.

The blood blade was shattered and condensed by the iron sword, splashing on the scales, chopping out dense cracks, and blood gushed out from the gaps, and was stopped by the reassembled iron armor.

The broken and flying iron fragments reversed in mid-air, piercing Blogo's body like arrows, and then deformed in Blogo's body, growing barbs, and embedding firmly in the flesh and blood.

Blog won. He won the contest of skills over the Glory One. Looking at his helpless and furious appearance, Blog could not feel the pain in his body, but only the joy of being in a high position and laughing at him.

Picking up the restless sword and axe, Blog split the messy iron swords with great force. He never liked these fancy things.

"Come on!"

Blog invited, and the bloodthirsty fluctuations came from the saw axe, completely covering the two of them.

Facing Blog's invitation, the Glory One's eyes were turbid for a moment, and the same fanatical anger grew from his heart, but the next second, his eyes became clear again.

The Glorious One noticed the weirdness of Boluogo, and quickly retreated a few steps, keeping a safe distance from Boluogo. Many phantoms blocked him in front of him, and the overlapping and intertwined sword blades were like Like a meat grinder, it surrounded and slashed Boluogo.

At the same time, more steel covered the body of the Glorious One, and he tried to transform into the towering giant again.

Everything was wonderful as he imagined, but unfortunately, he didn't realize that the situation had already changed.

In the previous fight, Bologe just wanted to evacuate quickly and was not willing to fight. But now it was a one-on-one fight to the death, and Bologe had already gone all out.

So the sword and ax roughly tore apart the defense woven by the Glorious Ones, and Boluogo's body was bloody, and with a weird laughter, he forced himself out from the edges of the intertwined sword blades.

The Glory One was in a daze for a moment, feeling like he was fighting something inhuman.

"Don't back away!"

Bologo yelled and threw the saw axe, and the ax blade accurately hit the shoulder armor of the Glorious One.

The Glory One didn't care about such an ordinary attack until the ax seemed to come alive, opening its mouth to eat his armor, chewing the steel bit by bit until it touched his flesh and blood.

"What on earth are you...?"

Amidst the curses of the Glorious One, Bologo broke his ankles bound by steel and flew over like a wild beast.

The bite of resentment flashed with cold light, and a sword split open the breastplate of the Glory One, fresh flesh and blood was close at hand. At the same moment, several iron spears rose from the ground, crisscrossed through Boluogo's body, and restricted He took further actions, and then the iron sword was shaped again, swung from behind Boluogo, and cut off his broken ankle in one fell swoop.

The severed limb rolled to the ground. Unfortunately, this did not restrict Bologe much. The spilled blood molded a new limb. Before the wound healed, it took over the original sole and supported Bologg's body.

This is a technique Bologo learned from Lebius, to control his out-of-control body by controlling objects.

"Me? I am Borogo! Borogo Lazarus!"

Boluogo proudly introduced himself, and with a swift slash of resentment, he cut off the iron spear that penetrated his body.

He moved on.

Borogo Lazarus.

Of course, the Glory One knows who Bologo is. He is the rising star of the Bureau of Order, a terrifying and powerful undead man. The Glory One has read information about him many times, and he has already prepared himself against Bologo in his heart. preparation.

But he never thought that the real Boluogo would be so difficult to deal with, like a lingering nightmare, killing and unable to kill, and seemingly unable to win.

The atmosphere was tense and chilling, and there was no more silence, except for the sound of swords clashing with each other and the breathing of monsters.

Bologg was in front of him, and the Glory One was firmly grasped by the saw axe. He had no way to escape and could only swing his sword to meet the enemy. Their swordsmanship intertwined with each other, like two silver snakes dancing.

The Glory One slashed hard, as if a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness. Boluogo ducked sideways and counterattacked with a perfect counterattack. The iron sword was cut off by the resentful bite, deflected instantly, and cut through the air.

The two moved quickly, sometimes stabbing each other with the sword tips, and sometimes launching fierce slashes. The sword light flashed, dazzling people.

The ruins of the cargo ship were filled with the echo of metal collision and the sound of sword energy cutting through the air.

Suddenly, the Glory One uncharacteristically stepped forward with a sword as powerful as a dragon, heading straight for Borogo's face. Borogo did not shy away. The bloody arm extending behind his shoulder held the scarlet sword and slashed from both wings. .

Facing this fierce offensive, the Glory Man actually moved forward again. Amidst the roaring and shattering sounds, the scales on his body completely collapsed. The flying fragments collided rapidly, like fragmentation grenades, extending into extremely sharp spikes. In an instant, It penetrated Bologo thousands of times.

Boluogo was like a porcupine, covered with slender and sharp metal needles, and his muscles and bones were clamped, unable to move. He was frozen in place like a specimen. As for the Glorious One, he was in Boluo for the first time. The iron armor was removed from Luo Ge's eyes, and Bo Luo Ge could see his appearance clearly for the first time.

He is about forty years old, his hair has begun to thin out, but it still maintains a jet black color, his face is thin, and his skin is slightly rough due to years of wind and sun exposure.

Boluogo had killed many people like him, but what really caught Boluogo's attention was his body.

The iron armor was peeled off cleanly, and the clothes under it were already in pieces and stained with blood. Boluogo saw his strong body and the reflection of the alchemical matrix on his skin.

Against the backdrop of the glow, Bologo saw what looked like a nail-like implant embedded in the skin on the man. The ether was injected into it, and the glory exploded at a speed beyond Bologg's understanding.

The man was originally a defender. With the blessing of the power of the aurora, he obtained the etheric power of the glorious one, thereby temporarily gaining the power of the extreme realm.

At this moment, with the activation of the armor plate, the Glory One's extreme power went further. Boluogo only saw an indistinguishable afterimage, and then the Glory One appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes and punched it dent. Boluogo's chest grabbed Boluogo's heart, completely penetrated Boluogo's body, and protruded from behind.

"In this way, you should be dead for a long time, right?"

The voice of the Glorious One was rough and heavy, crushing Boluogo's heart.

The armor should be some kind of alchemical weapon. While it brought him a huge increase, it also put the Glory One under great pressure.

Boluogo vomited a large amount of blood, and there were some obvious pieces of flesh and blood in the blood.

A low murmur sounded, and the Glory One approached Blogo doubtfully, and heard him speak weakly.

"You shouldn't be so close to me."

The Glory One's pupils shrank, and he was about to distance himself from Blogo, but found that his arm was completely stuck in Blogo's body.

Blood, Blogo's blood, they were under Blogo's control, and they held the Glory One tightly.

Blogo raised his head with difficulty and showed an ugly smile. The Glory One's heavy blow was enough to kill Blogo. According to calculations, Blogo should be able to fall into a coma for tens of seconds.

The time was not too long, but this little time was enough for the Glory One to get rid of the unlucky Palmer.

So...

Protection·Soul-sucking and usurping.

A strange sense of withdrawal rose from the bottom of the Glory One's heart. He felt that he seemed to be missing something, and the sense of emptiness became stronger and stronger, until he found that his own ether was rapidly weakening.

Strange, the Glory One was sure that his Soul Matrix Criticality had not been broken. Then, he noticed with horror that the Aurora lingering on his body was gradually extinguished, and at the same time, a strange light glowed on Blogo's body.

"How is this possible?"

The man didn't understand. He couldn't figure out how Blogo did it. Blogo actually usurped the power from the Aurora Road. Although this usurpation method would cause a lot of loss of ether, it was indeed blessed on Blogo.

"Now it's my turn to be the Glory One!"

Blogo's voice became louder again, and the abundant ether filled his body, quickly reorganizing his flesh and blood, freeing him from the punishment of death coma.

The man realized that the situation was not good. He endured the severe pain and struggled to pull his arm out of the wound on Blogo's chest, activated the implanted armor on his body, and accelerated his body to the extreme, trying to escape from here.

Copper-yellow translucent ripples suddenly spread from around Blogo. Its speed seemed slow, but it was actually extremely fast. Long before the man tried to escape, it enveloped him and slowed his speed infinitely.

Contract Object·Time Ring.

The man's time was slowed down to a great extent, while Blogo's time passed quickly. Within a few seconds, he had a few more strands of white hair on his temples, but this was not a price to pay for the undead.

This time, the resentful bite penetrated the man's chest without hindrance. Turning the blade, blood slowly flowed out of the wound, and the man's painful face was like a stop-motion animation, engraved into eternity.

The delay ended, and the flow of time returned to normal.

The man covered the wound on his chest, escaped from the influence of the time ring, and quickly distanced himself from Blogo. At the same time, thousands of tons of steel appeared above his head, like falling mountains, indiscriminately attacking all people and buildings on the dock.

Blogo did not pursue further. He found that the Aurora power wrapped around him was rejecting him. These powers were self-aware and refused to be plundered so roughly by Blogo.

Before the Aurora power dissipated, Blogo controlled the underground dark river, first condensed it, completely froze the entrances and exits of the dark river at both ends, and then made the river water rise and bulge while freezing into icicles supporting the steel mountains.

Seeing this, the man further released his secret energy, and the wound on his chest no longer overflowed with blood, but pure ether.

The mountains intensified, and he didn't think Blogo could stop it, but at this time he suddenly found that Blogo's eyes were full of indifference and contempt for him, as if he was looking at a corpse.

The man didn't understand why this was the case. Suddenly, he realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

What about the negative power?

What about the negative power who had been exerting mental shock on Blogo? I don't know when his ether reaction disappeared... just like he was dead.

A cold and terrifying breeze came from behind the man's neck. He screamed and turned his head, but only saw a beautiful skirt unfolding behind him.

In the roar of breaking the sound barrier, Palmer accelerated for a short distance, and the blade pierced the man's chest again along the sword wound left by Bolog.

The supersonic speed brought a terrible kinetic impact. The man's body fell backwards uncontrollably and smashed straight into the ground. In the sunken pit, he relied on his etheric body to withstand the blow. Without waiting for a breath, a large amount of air flow poured into it along the wound on his chest.

Palmer was very good at this move, injecting a large amount of air along the wound. For the condenser who had not yet been etherified, such an attack was extremely fatal, and could quickly cause multiple air emboli in the body, leading to sudden death.

The man's body had already been etherified, so this move naturally didn't work, but Palmer was no longer the low-level condenser that year.

The airflow turned into wind blades, strangling the man's body from the inside. He created dense iron swords, standing above Palmer's head. Just as he was about to fall and penetrate Palmer's body, a huge shadow had covered the man's body at some point, like a black swamp, swallowing the man in the shadow.

Palmer turned around and split the falling iron sword. After a few seconds, the shadow squirmed and the man emerged from the shadow, but this time it was no longer a complete body, but a broken corpse.

The flesh shrank, as if it had drunk all the blood, and the torso was broken into countless pieces, as if there was a huge meat grinder hidden in the shadow.

The battle was over.

With the cooperation of many parties, the man died just like that, and his etheric reaction was extinguished. The thousands of tons of phantom objects also lost their subsequent support and disappeared into smoke in mid-air.

Blogo looked at the messy underground dock, and then looked at the aurora surrounding his arms. Blogo gradually lost his control over them, and the light faded, and he left this place completely.

His sight gradually went up, looking at the darkness above his head. Blogo guessed that the power of the aurora returned to the source and brought back the news of the man's death.

"Palmer, Olivia, you two escort the disabled away first," Blogo issued an order, and then added to Olivia alone, "This is an opportunity to atone for your sins, don't let me down."

The huge shadows crawling on the ground gathered together. Without the influence of external pressure, Olivia could use all her energy to transfer the crowd. This time the shadow slowly moved and moved towards the outside world.

"I'll come to you after escorting them away." Relying on the whistle, Olivia's voice sounded in Blogo's mind.

"What about you? What are you going to do next?"

Palmer was panting. This continuous battle consumed a lot of his ether. Bits of blood dripped from his nose and arms. Just now, in order to kill the powerless Night Clan, Palmer also spent a lot of energy.

Berogo pointed to the darkness above his head, "Go and meet up with the deputy director and Holt."

"By the way..."

Berogo paused, raised his hand and showed Palmer the crystal core, "Burn through this tower."

...

The condensers looked nervously at the magnificent area full of ether in front of them. The ether furnace expanded and twisted, turning the entire space into an overlapping point between the ether world and the material world. Then Nathanil and the Duke of Conquest and his party were deeply trapped in it and started a war.

They didn't know what the internal battle was like, but they could still feel the terrifying ether fluctuations. The condensers were unable to participate in that level of battle, and there was no other means to change the status quo. They could only stand there like guards, waiting for changes.

Finally, after several hours of silence, some footsteps were finally heard in the extraordinary realm ahead. The condensers looked forward nervously, not knowing who was coming.

Gradually, a hazy figure appeared in the light, and his posture gradually became clear. The condensers saw his appearance clearly.

It was the Duke of Zhengzhan, who walked out of the battlefield outside the mortal world.

It should have been an unimaginable battle. The Duke of Zhengzhan's flashy robe had been burned, and his body was covered with burnt wounds. His figure was hunched and his steps were staggering.

It was a tragic victory, but it was still a victory.

The condensers walked forward quickly, celebrating the return of the Duke of Zhengzhan, but suddenly the Duke of Zhengzhan's knees softened, and he knelt straight down, and fell to the ground.

"Duke of Zhengzhan!"

Someone exclaimed, and they surrounded him, trying to help him up, but the next second, everyone was stunned in place, not daring to move a bit.

Wisps of black smoke rose from the back of the Duke of Conquest. Upon closer inspection, it can be found that his entire back and back of the head have been completely burned, with only a thin layer of charcoal attached to it. It can be said that the Duke of Conquest is now a hollowed-out corpse, and his actions just now are also the instinctive movement of the remaining flesh and blood.

Joy is gone, and only absolute fear and depression strangle everyone's throat.

At this time, looking back at the extraordinary realm, new, heavy and slow footsteps sounded, and someone else walked out of the etheric realm, and with his arrival, the temperature around him inexplicably increased a few points.

Who could it be?

Just as they were guessing, a black object was thrown out, it hit the ground heavily, rolled a few times, and fell at the feet of a condenser.

It was a human head. From the miserable facial features, the condenser could distinguish the identity of the deceased. It was Senator Giroud, the great Glory Giroud.

As the temperature in the environment rose sharply, the bone-chilling coldness also accumulated in everyone's heart. In the light, the tall and majestic figure appeared. He was naked, with hideous wounds all over his body, but there was no blood flowing out of the wounds, only unextinguished flames.

The visitor seemed to be holding something in his hand. When the picture became clear, the condensers found that it was a broken body.

The flesh from the chest down to the body was cut off, and the arms disappeared. Miraculously, this broken body was not dead yet. The chest was weakly rising and falling, and the charred head opened its mouth and let out a meaningless wail.

His eyes had been evaporated, and his ear canals had long been charred and stuck together. He was not dead, but he might as well be dead. He was casually grabbed by the neck and held in his hand like a trophy.

Nathanir lifted up Jos, who was only half of his body, and lifted him high up, as if to show off his achievements, and as if to intimidate everyone, to tell everyone the end of the fate of the disobedient.