Chapter 972 Above the Supreme

As a glorious person, if Nathanir's ether is the scorching sun, the substantial flowing fire, and full of violent destructive power, then Holt is at the other extreme.

Holt's ether is very quiet, like a calm dead water. His power did not cause any distortion of reality. If it were not for the clear perception of the supreme power belonging to the glorious person, the Speaker and Siti would have thought that Holt's power was still imprisoned.

He moved his neck and wrists. This was the first time in so many years that Holt was shackled and treated like a prisoner. Fortunately, his risk-taking was rewarded. He directly skipped those troublesome battles and reached the decision-making core of the Secret Group in one step.

Then... suppress the rebellion.

"I have always felt that the reason why humans are called humans and have so-called civilization is because we are selfless, help each other, restrain our selfish desires, eliminate differences, and unite for greater ideals to spend the dark night."

Holt's eyes seemed to pierce the Speaker's eyes like a sharp knife and drill into the depths of his soul. "The supremacy of the Condensers has completely abandoned these and turned human civilization into a food chain like a beast. We are like monsters to each other, no longer decent and dignified, and can only eagerly devour blood."

The Speaker laughed, his voice hoarse and sharp, as if there were a row of knives rubbing against each other in his throat.

"What is this? A declaration of victory? You know, you haven't won yet."

Holt said nonchalantly, "When I stepped into this place, this was already destined."

The rebellion has not ended yet, but it is no different from the end, just because Holt has come in person.

Siti's eyes widened, staring at Holt. She was not as calm as the speaker. Fear and panic grew in her heart. Siti had lived too long. When she was young, she still had the courage to fight to the death, but now the time stolen from the hands of the god of death has turned her into a coward.

She just wanted to survive, but she couldn't think of a way to survive.

Holt, the youngest glory of the Order Bureau, and also the latest generation of glory. A few minutes ago, Siti just learned about the horror of Nathanir from the battle report brought by the Aurora Road. It is hard to imagine how terrifying the power of this new glory who is much younger than Nathanir should be.

Siti suddenly laughed, with a desolate face.

The choice of the Secret Group to go to war with the Order Bureau at this time was largely forced. Now the contradictions between the various forces are becoming increasingly acute, and the war is imminent. Once the Order Bureau wins and completely integrates other forces, the Secret Group will never be independent again.

For their own ideals, interests, vision of immortality, fear of death and greed for eternal life, the Secrets Group cooperated with the Night Clan to try to win their own interests in the dispute.

This was a gamble, but no matter what, they didn't expect to lose so quickly.

The means of the Order Bureau were so deadly and swift. This was not a mission, but an army. There were only a few people, but one person made up the army.

The trap set for the Order Bureau has now become their burial place.

"Fabien," Siti suddenly said, cursing, "It's him! Those damn truth factions!"

It is true that the Order Bureau has extremely strong military power, but the Order Bureau cannot be omniscient and omnipotent. Their actions were so smooth that there must be problems within the Secrets Group, so the suspect is very clear.

"Be quiet."

Holt raised his hand and made a shushing gesture.

Siti's voice stopped abruptly. She couldn't open her mouth or make a sound. Her movements were accompanied by a huge sense of hysteresis, as if her body was poured into cement and couldn't move.

The speaker also fell into the same sluggish feeling, but Holt did not seal his throat, so he could still speak.

"What an interesting secret power, is it the School of Void Spirit? It directly affects my nerves and makes me lose control of my body?" The speaker was curious, "Or... or the School of Domination? Directly control the things around? But this is not right, how can you cross my Soul Critical Moment?"

"Forget it, I'll know in a while."

The speaker muttered a few words in a low voice, and he remained calm in the face of Holt with shining eyes.

"Regarding what you said about human civilization, I want to know, how do you define human civilization?"

"Is this a debate?"

Holt was a little impatient. He thought that after saying nice words, he should fight and turn this place into ruins, but he could not see any fighting intention from the speaker. Instead, he cared about the struggle of ideas. As for Siti, as a glorious person, she was too old and was not a threat at all.

The Speaker said, "Just treat it as nonsense before death. Don't you want to figure out some things?"

"Oh? You are much more interesting than I thought."

"What kind of person am I in your imagination?"

"A guy who has fallen into absolute madness in order to survive. Obviously, you are now fully rational," Holt looked up at the councilors curled up in the crystal beehive, "much more sober than all of them."

Holt was under no less pressure than Nathaniel. Nathaniel took risks to break through the trap of the Secret Group, and what Holt had to do was to face the entire Council of Sages.

The huddled figures in front of him are basically Glorious Ones. No matter how old they are, this order of magnitude is still making people feel tired. Holt doubts that if a dozen of them release their power at the same time, the ether summoned will Will it directly crush reality and reach the etheric realm?

"Hahaha," the Speaker laughed twice, "You are also very interesting, Holt. It was obviously a tense atmosphere, but we talked like friends."

The Speaker put away his smile and looked at Holt squarely, "You are a completely arrogant guy, and you don't take us seriously at all."

"I'm just a little proud," Holt said, straightening his disheveled clothes, "and care about so-called decency."

"Are you from an extraordinary family?"

"No, this has nothing to do with family tradition, it's just self-pursuit."

"Very well, I can understand human dignity," the Speaker brought the topic back to his debate. "I have no interest in understanding your thoughts. Besides, even if I understand, it will not change my thoughts, so Let me briefly explain what I think human civilization is.”

"continue."

"I think one person can represent all of humanity. Rather than using resources on countless mediocre humans, it is better to create a supreme human being," the Speaker thought, "He alone will represent all of us. , is the embodiment of the essence of human civilization.”

The speaker's numb expression revealed a strange sense of fanaticism, "I once met a mortal, it must have been a hundred years ago. He didn't know the existence of the Sublime One, but he yearned for the sky. He I hope that the lords and kings will stop fighting, and instead use all their resources to explore the sky. As for other things, they are no longer important compared to the end of the sky. "

"At that moment, my thoughts coincided with his. Stop messing around with those boring political views and interests that only annoy people. Let us sacrifice most or even everyone to create a The ultimate condenser who enjoys all resources.”

The Speaker said with deep emotion.

"The God of Men."

Holt thought the Speaker was crazy, "After giving so many lame reasons, you want to become a god?"

"No, no, no, don't you understand what I mean? That god can be anyone, as long as he is more powerful than us," the speaker said excitedly and incoherently, "If I am more powerful than everyone else, then I am That god, if you are more powerful than me, then it is you who enjoys all this.”

"Think about it, Holt, there are no more differences, no more conflicts, there is one and only one, the supreme god of mankind. With this, we may be able to promote the further evolution of mankind and become a person who transcends the material world and reaches the ether. world, or even exist in another dimension.”

The Speaker was extremely excited. This time he directly broke through the stagnation caused by Holt, and grabbed Holt's shoulders with his withered hands.

"Think about it, in that great future... maybe we will be stronger than the devils and become the supreme being."

"The Supreme Being?"

Holt shook his head helplessly and said in disappointment, "Sorry, I still can't understand your crazy ideas."

"oh……"

The Speaker was splashed with cold water and looked a little dazed. He came to his senses and let go of Holt with a slight embarrassment.

"So?" The Speaker hesitated.

"So let's get back to the point... This is an insurrection."

Holt said, the lines of the alchemical matrix covered his body surface, the ether surged wildly without restraint, the ether concentration surged, and reality was bent and distorted.

"I know, but there's nothing we can do about it..."

The Speaker looked troubled, and the same high-pitched etheric reaction rose under his deformed and decayed body.

One second, the two of them were discussing ideas and rights and wrongs in a friendly manner. The next second, they were fighting each other, as if they were mortal enemies with a blood feud.

The two ethers collided together, setting off a series of extraordinary phenomena. Immediately afterwards, Xiti also released the ether, and another glorious person joined the battlefield.

"Aren't they coming?"

Holt roared, all his weapons were confiscated, and he could only quickly throw out a heavy punch. With the power of the extreme state, he hit the ether barrier woven in front of the speaker like a heavy hammer.

The ether collapsed and became chaotic, and the barrier that was held up fell apart under Holt's heavy blow. They were also Glorious Ones, and the generation difference in the alchemical matrix between them was really too great.

"Them? There's no time to use them yet."

The speaker was so shocked that he stepped back repeatedly, but he still had the strength to raise his head and glanced at the crystal honeycomb above his head and the legislators who were curled up as if sleeping.

Holt approached again with a tsunami-like offensive. Faced with this harsh blow, the Speaker couldn't help but sigh at the difference in alchemy matrices between the two, and then a series of crazy illusions burst out between the two.

Xiti?

Holt glanced sideways at the woman. He suspected that this was Xiti's secret power, but Xiti just stood there and released the ether, and there was no further manifestation of the secret power.

She disrupted Holt's observation, only for a moment, but it was enough. Raw and pure power is released from the Speaker.

Secret energy·Fantasy creation.

The dense composite metal walls were shaped out of thin air. They blocked Holt's heavy blow. They fell apart, annihilated into ether and dispersed. Holt continued to pursue, and thick thunderbolts suddenly appeared, followed by his own mind. There was a heart-wrenching pain inside, as if he had been attacked by the secret energy of the Void Spirit School.

There is no school of ethereal learning. The only one who has been attacking him is the speaker.

In that rotten and shriveled head, there is a crazy fantasy beyond the imagination of ordinary people. With the power of fantasy creation, the speaker has wild imaginations and imagines that Holt has a splitting headache. This effect really happened to Holt.

"Haha! I haven't seen this for a long time!"

The speaker laughed strangely. Since he hid in the nest, he hasn't fought with others for a long time. His body is so stiff that he almost forgot how to use it.

The fantasy is still there, growing wantonly.

Holt ignored all these fancy things, broke through the thunder, approached the speaker again, and released his secret power without reservation.

Secret Power Amber.

This is the name that Holt gave himself for his secret power after being promoted to the Glory. It is hard to imagine that a person like him would have such a poetic and romantic name. What is more surprising is that the nature of the secret power actually fits perfectly with the word amber.

The ripples of the secret energy were released from Holt's body, completely covering his own field, and completely enveloping the Speaker and Siti. Almost at the same time when his secret energy was released, the Speaker and Siti felt a strong sense of sluggishness.

As if they were trapped in a gradually solidifying resin, their movements became extremely slow. Even a slight movement like raising a finger would require thousands of times more resistance to barely move a little bit. And from the naked eye, they were simply frozen in place, without any change.

The flesh body was completely stagnant, and the ether was silent as well, as if a glorious person from the Origin School had released prohibition and silence to this place.

Siti tried to resist, and then she found that this was not prohibition and silence, but Holt's amber swallowed up the ether in the environment together, solidifying them into a beautiful piece of amber.

"Ah...ah..."

The speaker wanted to say something, but the amber had solidified and sealed him up completely. Even if he tried his best to release his ether to resist, he could only shake out a few gaps. He had the ability to break through this obstacle, but it would take a few seconds. For a young Glory, a few seconds was enough to kill the speaker thousands of times.

In the end, everything around Holt froze, as if time had stopped.

No...

Time was still flowing, but Holt forced the movement of all objects in the field to stop, so as to achieve a pseudo-effect similar to time freezing, and this was not really still and stagnant. Holt just slowed down the speed of the object's movement infinitely, so slow that even moving one centimeter required unimaginable power and several days.

For those who were captured by the secret energy, what was the difference between this and time stagnation?

Holt calmly avoided the thunder that solidified in the air and strode to the front of the speaker. Holt was too young and the speaker was too old. Just like a machine gunner facing the charging cavalry, the bullet would shoot through the man and the horse before he got close.

"Go to hell with your crazy idea."

Holt said, punching through the speaker's heart. There was no sticky sound between the flesh and blood, but only the crisp collapse sound of the broken rotten wood.

The speaker stood straight in place. He could feel the pain from his body and could clearly see Holt's heavy punch, but he just watched and could do nothing.

In a trance, the speaker heard a crisp cracking sound.

Holt's secret power is not absolutely powerful, it also has its own flaws. When Holt's fist penetrated the speaker's body, Holt also smashed a hole in the amber he shaped. Invisible cracks spread on the invisible amber, and the speaker's ether surged wildly, trying to expand the cracks and escape from it.

Part of the speaker's body gained some freedom, and his voice was intermittent, like a broken radio.

"It's really... weird... secret power..."

Holt was silent, and the amber shattered, but this did not mean that the amber's attack stopped.

The speaker's body was highly etherified, but he still had mortal nature and flesh and blood parts, such as his brain, heart, and central nervous system. These vital parts of the body are all difficult to etherify.

The heavy punch pierced the speaker's chest, and Holt's ether also destroyed his critical moment soul from the inside and eroded his body.

The speed of some flesh and blood was normal, while the speed of some flesh and blood was extremely slow. Therefore, the slow-flowing blood in the blood vessels blocked the fast-flowing blood, and fatal blood clots covered the speaker's body like dark mines.

The speed of the bones was also divided into two. The speed of the upper part of the tibia was normal, but the lower part was slowed to the limit. The speaker struggled to stand up. Under the stagnant speed difference, Holt did not need to work hard, and he broke his tibia himself. Like a spatial dislocation, such injuries continued to break out on the speaker's body.

"What are you going to do next? Imagine that you will not die? Rely on the power of fantasy creation to deceive yourself?"

Holt laughed nonchalantly, while Siti on the other side was under great pressure and stepped towards Holt, but what she did not notice was that there was also a certain speed difference between her upper and lower bodies, and her spine was being twisted and deformed by her own power.

"Ha...haha..." The speaker's mouth was filled with blood foam, "It's not over yet...this is my heaven on earth."

"Immortality? Then let's give it a try."

Holt said, smashing the speaker's head with a punch. The head exploded, leaving only half of the mouth hanging on the cervical vertebrae.

But the disturbing laughter continued.

"Young man, your strength is beyond my imagination," the speaker screamed like a ghost, "but you shouldn't step into my heaven!"

The speaker laughed wildly, and the fruits that covered his body and hung on his neck twitched and twisted. Faces emerged from the surface of the fruits. They were faces full of pain and sadness. They screamed with the speaker.

Strange ripples were released from the speaker's body. At first, Holt thought it was the speaker's secret power, but the next second, he found that the ripples came from these fruits, these fantasy species.

Holt had never faced fantasy species. To him, this fruit full of blood and death was something that only existed in rumors. Holt didn't know about its power.

Out of vigilance, Holt immediately put the entire nest heart into amber without distinction, and ordered everything to slow down until it was still.

But this could not stop the spread of ripples, let alone stop the success of the Speaker's conspiracy. When the ripples swept over Holt, he was inexplicably reminded of an extraordinary disaster that occurred in the City of Oath, Opus many years ago.

Extraordinary disaster, time axis disorder.

Holt realized it later and said, "Is that so?"

In the ripple storm that distorted time, the Speaker mocked, "Do you feel desperate?"

"No," Holt shook his head, confident, "If I can kill you once, I can kill you thousands of times. No matter how you do it again, the result will be the same."

Holt's reaction disappointed the Speaker, who thought Holt should be more desperate, so that the Speaker could throw Holt's arrogance into the mud and crush it.

The speaker said unwillingly, "I can fail countless times, but you can only lose once."

Holt still maintained his full pride, "Really? Then do your best to find a way to survive in my hands."

The memory became clear, and Holt remembered the details of the extraordinary disaster. He said faintly, "Besides, you are unlucky enough. You obviously have the power to control extraordinary disasters, but you met the professionals who are best at dealing with it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing."

Holt waved his hand calmly, allowing the ripples to completely swallow him up, and a vague voice came from the distorted light of time.

"In the future time retracing, you will understand what I am talking about."

The voice added, "He is much more cruel than me."

The strong light drowned everything and completely covered the Nest Heart. This heaven on earth that belonged to the speaker alone reset the time axis here to the beginning. It was like a curtain on the stage. When it went out, everything returned to the origin.

Just when the speaker was still wondering what Holt's last words meant, Holt's voice sounded again.

"So... as long as I kill you, I can completely paralyze the Secret Group, right?"

The Speaker looked at Holt in front of him, and saw a faint light reflected in his eyes. A series of shattering sounds came from his body, and the shackles that imprisoned him collapsed one after another, turning into pieces of metal fragments, falling to the ground with a clang.

The Glory.

The Speaker was very familiar with this scene again. He had already said what he should say in the last flashback, and he was too lazy to argue with Holt again.

Crazy fantasies burst out one after another.

...

On the rotating long ladder, blood fell along the stairs one by one, like a blood-colored carpet, and like a waterfall of blood.

The entire area was filled with all kinds of tragic corpses, as if a bloodthirsty monster had started a massacre here, and there were almost no intact corpses.

In the deathly silence, a voice full of impatience and complaints sounded.

"So, because of the emergency, the entire Holy Hub's vertical ladder has been blocked. If you want to go up, you can only climb layer by layer?"

"Yes... yes"

The Incomplete suppressed the fear in his heart, tried to forget the crazy scenes just now, stayed rational, and responded to the question.

The other party still couldn't believe it, and confirmed again, "Climb layer by layer?"

The Incomplete swallowed his saliva and replied, "Yes, there is no other way."

The other party crossed his arms and looked extremely distressed. If he forgot the killing he had just caused, he was like an employee who was about to be late for work and was distressed because the elevator was out of power.

"Can we rush all the way up from the outside of the tower?" He suggested.

"But the place you are going to is the Nest Heart, where the outer wall is protected by the Aurora Road, which... even if you are a defender, you can't break it in a short time."

"Oh... is that so?"

The other party looked embarrassed, sighed for a long time, accepted the current situation helplessly, and then patted the Incomplete's shoulder.

This slap directly frightened the incomplete man crazy. He jumped up from the ground like a frightened rabbit, and then sat down heavily.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I won't kill you."

The other party kept comforting him, but looking at the corpses around him, the incomplete man didn't believe his nonsense.

"Really, you are not a condenser, why would I kill you?"

The other party reached out to help the frightened incomplete man up, "Hurry up, stand up, and leave here quickly. Maybe this tower will collapse soon. If you are buried, no one will save you."

He was so considerate and gentle that the incomplete man was confused for a while.

"Come to think of it, what are you doing here?" the other party asked casually.

"Cleaning..."

"Hey, it's just cleaning. What's the risk? Let's go."

The other party pushed the incomplete man hard, and the incomplete man tried to take two steps. His legs were light and fluttering, as if he couldn't feel anything.

Looking back, he saw that the other party had stepped on the blood-stained stairs and walked up step by step. It seemed that he really wanted to kill through this tower.

After hesitating for a while, the incomplete man still plucked up the courage to ask, "Who are you?"

The other party paused for a while, and after brewing for a moment, as if to relax the atmosphere, he opened his mouth and spoke a lot of words.

"I am Bologo Lazarus, the leader of the special operations team of the Order Bureau, the leader of the temporary operations team, the best newcomer of the year in the field department, the friend of the Night Clan Lord, the survivor of the Scorched Earth's Wrath, the undead..."

Bologo spoke babble, and the incomplete man didn't understand much except for his name.

At the end of his speech, Bologo lamented that he had so many titles and a rich resume, and he was simply a strong man in the workplace. Then he remembered a title that he had almost forgotten.

"By the way, I am still unshakable."