Chapter 973 Surprise Attack

The Sacred Hub was much larger than Blogo had expected. It was hard to imagine how many floors it had, how many doors it had, and how many enemies were waiting behind the doors.

"Forget it, let's climb up first."

Blogo comforted himself in his heart while swinging the Blade of Resentment. The blade drew a fatal arc in the air, splitting the steel in front of him in two.

The explosion of metal collapse resounded, as if a bomb had exploded. The metal was flying in pieces. Those condensers who were waiting behind the door were directly overturned by the airflow and pierced by the fragments.

The blood-stained figure rushed out of the smoke with a weird laugh. This time, Blogo did not kill these condensers with cruel means. The moment he approached them, he grabbed their throats and activated the Protection Soul Sucking and Usurping Soul. Amidst the cries of grief, he plundered their ether wantonly.

Bologo was already a defender, but defenders also had their limits. The successive battles consumed a lot of his ether. In order to cope with the decisive battle later, he climbed the tower while searching for supplies from these condensers.

After draining the ether from their bodies, Bologo threw the unconscious condensers aside. All these low-level condensers were in a state of ether depletion and could not wake up for a while. Even if they woke up, it would be difficult to replenish their ether in the short term, which was considered powerless.

Feeling the ether gradually filling up in his body, an irrational paranoia lingered in Bologo's heart.

Bologo knew that this inexplicable impulse came from the curse of the protection. After a period of experimentation and running-in, Bologo gradually realized the evil of this power and made many speculations about it.

The so-called original sin often carries a sense of teasing fate. The more stubborn you are, the less you get, and the more you will be troubled by it.

Gluttons are always hungry, greedy people are never satisfied, lazy people are always running, lustful people are forever numb, and angry people cannot rest.

The same is true for the jealous protection that Blogo carries. The more jealous you are, the less you get.

The jealous person asks but cannot get.

The protection of sucking souls and usurping souls is "asking", and the curse it brings is "not getting".

According to the rules, Blogo is now using the jealous protection to plunder the ether in order to win the victory of this action. The more obsessed he is with victory itself, the more morbidly stubborn and pursue it, the irrational paranoia brought by the curse will be like a vicious backstab, erupting the moment before he wins.

Irrational paranoia will not directly hinder Blogo's actions. Just like the previous curse outbreaks, it will still provide assistance to Blogo, but this assistance is like the devil's promise, and the wish will still come true, but what is realized at that time will not be what he wants.

Blogo took a deep breath, alert to the potential curse. The more stubbornly he pursued, the more he would abuse the protection, which would lead to the outbreak of the curse. But as long as Blogo suppressed his impulse and only drove this power within a certain limit, he might be able to achieve a balance.

Just like walking on a tightrope.

Blogo stepped onto a new ladder, daydreaming, "So... will the devils get bored?"

Will the devils also be troubled by their own original sins? This seems unlikely. The few devils he met seemed to be living a happy life, especially Belphegor. Blogo guessed... No, this guy must be watching the movie in the audience.

It could be a classic old movie, or it could be a new movie in the theater, or even... He is spying on everything that happens in the hidden land.

Blogo hates this damn peeping Tom, but compared with other devils, Belphegor seems particularly gentle. Other devils want chaos in the world, but he just wants to spy on your privacy.

Oh, by the way, there is another devil.

Blog looked down at the saw axe he held tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but think of the conversation between Sai Zong and himself.

Furious Samuel.

This devil who controls anger, blood, and war seems to be the only devil who is tired of all this in the long years. He split his power and gave it to different source sin weapons, and handed the authority to his chosen one, the eternal champion, Sai Zong.

The duel field that was once full of corpses has become an undead club where a group of lazy people gather. Samuel fell into a long sleep and isolated from the world.

Blog frowned, and Sai Zong's warning sounded in his ears.

The holder of the source sin weapon can obtain the protection of Samuel, the Eye of Eternal Wrath, and can be regarded as his debtor, that is, the champion of blood.

Every champion's battle will be regarded as a sacrifice to the Eternal Wrath Eye. In order to close the angry eyes and fall into an absolutely peaceful sleep, Sai Zong has been deliberately collecting scattered source sin weapons to reduce the blood sacrifice to the Eternal Wrath Eye.

At present, Bolog is the holder of the Saw Axe of Slaughter and is naturally the champion of the Eternal Wrath Eye. Bolog can't help but think, will his killing awaken the Eternal Wrath Eye?

This blood and death should not be enough, right?

Thinking of this, Bolog turned around and looked at the way he came.

Bolog was like a bulldozer, from the underground dock to the top, and everything that blocked the way was crushed by him one by one. In the fierce battle, several floors became ruins, corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing non-stop.

Looking at the Saw Axe in his hand, this weapon seemed to have life. The handle felt warm, and the heartbeat like the roar of an engine could be heard faintly.

After hesitating for a moment, Blogo put the Saw Axe back into the straps and decided to pull out the weapon only when necessary.

Continuing up, the stairs seemed particularly long, as if endless.

Blogo remembered his team member, or to be more precise, the new team member.

Father York.

After the Lemongaton incident, York mysteriously disappeared in Graystone Town, and his Source Sin Armor also disappeared. In the following time, the Order Bureau conducted a large-scale search, but could not find his trace.

All along, Blogo thought that York was still alive. He might have been captured by the enemy, along with the Source Sin Armor, Thorn Binding Pain Chains.

Blogo stopped moving forward and thought along with his previous thoughts. Blogo realized a terrible possibility that he had overlooked.

York is also a champion, an opportunity to awaken the Eye of Eternal Wrath. If he was captured by the enemy, would the enemy use York to awaken the Eye of Eternal Wrath?

Blogo didn't dare to think further. He had never seen the horror of the Eye of Eternal Wrath, but this did not prevent him from feeling the pure desire for killing from the Protection of Devotion and Slaughter.

"Damn it!"

Blogo cursed and quickened his pace. After the incident of the Mysterious Group was over, he must find York. Even if he only found a corpse, he would take back the Thorn Binding Pain Chains.

The situation in the world became more and more severe. The monsters hiding in the shadows were eager to try and couldn't wait to stand in the sun.

After breaking through another layer of obstacles, Blogo did not encounter any more enemies. This was true. No matter how many condensers there were in the Mysterious Group, there were only so many high-level condensers who could participate in the battle, not to mention the very few who could really determine the direction of the war.

Blogo guessed that the opponents he could meet next should only be those dukes at the top. He was nervous and excited. In addition to these enemies, Holt and Nathanil should also be in this tower.

After kicking open another door, a stream of hot smoke rushed in, choking Bologo and almost knocking him down by the hot air.

What happened?

With doubt and vigilance, Bologo stepped into the room. The billowing smoke filled the entire space, severely limiting Bologo's vision. The ether perception spread, and he did not spy on any other ether reactions, only a lot of chaotic ether turbulence.

A strange sticky feeling came from under his feet, which felt like stepping on mud. Bologo lowered his head. The light around him was dim and visibility was extremely low, but this did not prevent him from seeing the sticky and smelly thing under his feet.

Bologo thought that this should be someone's internal organs, or it could be a broken upper body. To be more specific, Bologo could not judge. After all, the body was broken and burned by high temperature, like a ripe and rotten tomato.

A strong, condensed, rotten smell hit him in the face. Blogo couldn't help but cover his nose, stirring up the ether to disperse the billowing smoke around him, and a shocking scene came into his eyes.

The space was filled with ominous silence and a suffocating heat wave. It seemed that a fire demon had just strode through here. The wall skin was burned black and peeled like rotten bark, emitting a smell of decay and charcoal.

Several corpses were piled together. The flesh and blood had merged into one under the high temperature. The body was twisted and the skin was as black as burnt wood. The high temperature and pain forced them together.

As he went deeper, the temperature gradually rose. The sultry environment made Blogo a little breathless. Sweat soaked his clothes and he felt a burning pain on the surface of his skin.

Large pieces of ashes with residual heat were spread on the ground. After gently stirring a few times with a resentful bite, he could still see some small fragments that were not completely annihilated... Blogo guessed that these were someone's teeth. When a person was burned by high temperature, these things were often the only things that could be left.

Looking at the hellish scene around him, Blogo could vaguely guess what happened here.

With a nervous mood, Blogo walked to the upper floor, and on the way to find the stairs, he found a series of footprints carved on the ground.

The man walked through here with extremely high temperature, his feet melted the ground, leaving these footprints like carvings. It was also with this series of footprints that Blogo followed all the way, and after going up several floors, he found the other party in front of an open door.

Before Blogo could speak, the other party took the lead and said, "I thought you could be faster, Blogo."

Hearing the familiar voice, Blogo walked forward and confirmed the other party's identity.

Even sitting on the steps, his tall body still gave people a full sense of oppression. Coupled with the steaming hot air surrounding him, Blogo thought he was facing a demon from hell.

"Deputy Director?" Bolog was about to tell some jokes to relax the atmosphere, but then his expression became serious, "Are you... okay?"

"Me? I'm fine, I won't die for the time being."

Naisaniel looked down at the wound on his chest. The horrible penetrating wound had not healed yet, and pure ether was flickering in it.

"It's just that I may not be able to wield my power as recklessly as before."

On the physical level, Naisaniel was indeed not dead, but the injury was reflected on his alchemical matrix, resulting in a fatal soul scar, just like many cracks inside a complex machine. The machine can still operate, but once it is overloaded, no one can guarantee whether the crack will expand, the parts will break, and then cause the machine to collapse.

Nathaniel clenched his fist tentatively, and his soul and body reflected each other. He could feel the faint pain in his flesh and blood, making it impossible for him to clench his fingers with all his strength.

He also carefully called the ether. A small amount of ether flow would not cause abnormalities. Once the scale of the ether call increased, the alchemy matrix would show signs of getting out of control.

"Damn it, they still achieved their goal." Nathaniel complained in a low voice.

"What purpose?"

Bologg looked at Nethaniel with concern, and then at the corpses scattered around him. It was obvious that when Bologg ran all the way at the bottom of the forging pit, Nethaniel was also experiencing a bloody battle here.

"This is a trap, a trap set by the Secret Group against me. What's even more unfortunate is that I have to face it head-on." The familiar and confident smile appeared on Nathaniel's face again, "After all, this kind of thing , only I can do it.”

The Secret Group set up a trap and attacked and killed the mission. The mission also followed the trap and turned this into a raid. Although Bologo was powerful, he could not cope with this fatal situation. As for the new generation of glory, Holt, who is the one who is the winner, is obviously more valuable than Nathaniel, so naturally he cannot be allowed to take risks.

In the end, Nethanil took on this key role and defeated most of the enemy's main force.

No need for Nethanil to explain, Bologo looked at the roaring ether furnace deep behind the door, and then felt the remaining restless ether around him, and he vaguely guessed what happened.

"Did you kill them all?" Bologo asked.

"Of course, leave no one behind."

Nathaniel patted his chest, and the pure ether swayed away, making Boluoge's heart beat with fear.

"One of them couldn't be killed. He was too strong. If I hadn't retreated quickly, I would have been a corpse when you saw me now." He thought for a moment, then added, "No, if I hadn't Those guys who are in the way, let me go one-on-one with him, maybe I still have a chance of winning."

"who?"

Boluogo became nervous. In his eyes, Nethanil was already a first-class strong man. Boluogo had never thought that there was someone else who could directly threaten Nethanil.

"Yaoh."

Nathaniel revealed a name that shocked and confused Borogo.

"Yaoh?"

Boluogo repeated, and then almost instinctively raised his resentment, opened his own ether, and swept it in all directions indiscriminately.

"Relax, he's not here."

Seeing Boluogo's overreaction, Nathaniel burst out laughing, then patted the steps beside him vigorously, motioning for Boluogo to come over and sit down.

"That's right, because of the existence of "Dawn Oath", he will not leave the Land of Eternal Night."

Boluogo relaxed. The successive battles had made his nerves a little too tense, and he was a little nervous.

A new problem arises.

Boluogo asked, "Then how did you fight him?"

"He took advantage of the oath," Nathaniel pointed to the smoothly running ether furnace behind him. "They used this thing to crush reality and create an overlapping point. I was involved in it, and then the night The king just swaggered into the etheric realm and started fighting with me. "

Boluogo fell silent. He had always regarded the etheric world as a mysterious and unpredictable place to explore, but now it seems that this mysterious world above the material world can also be used strategically.

This sounds like the working principle of the Winding Path Gate. While two points in the material world crush reality and wrap the enemy into the etheric world, one's own power can quickly strike through the etheric world.

"He has the devil's help."

Boluogo whispered, it is not impossible to carry out strategic strikes through the etheric realm, but it has a fatal flaw, that is, in the weird etheric realm, the Sublime One cannot locate the position at all, even if the enemy is enveloped Once you enter the etheric realm, you will just be in a daze on the vast ice field. To realize this possibility, there must be a devil guiding you in the etheric realm.

"Isn't it normal for him to have help from the devil?" Nathaniel sighed.

"What? It still feels dreamy and unreal?"

Nathaniel smiled at Boluogo and said, "It's like a legendary monster suddenly appeared in front of you. Well, actually, I felt the same as you when I saw the Night King in the etheric realm."

After coughing twice, Nathaniel's expression suddenly became serious, "Bologo, listen carefully to what I say next."

Boluogo nodded and held Qianjiao in his arms. He felt that he was a tall guy, but sitting with Nathaniel, he was like a small mound beside a mountain.

"The purpose of the Secret Group was to kill me and reduce the power of the Bureau of Order," Nathaniel stroked the injury on his chest, "They failed, but they also succeeded."

Due to the serious injury of the soul scar, Nethaniel will not be able to fight at full strength in the short term, but fortunately, he is still alive, otherwise Nethaniel's death will be a serious blow to the morale of the Order Bureau.

"The operation is not over yet. No one can guarantee what will happen next. Maybe they will not be reconciled and will come back again, and I will really die here."

Nethaniel continued, "So, on the premise that I may die, I need you, you undead, as a backup for my intelligence."

Boluogo nodded silently. As Nathaniel spoke, his heart was filled with inexplicable emotions, bringing with it a faint sense of sadness and sacrifice.

"According to the records, the Night King can almost be regarded as the first batch of undead, and also the first beneficiary of the advent of the ether and the emergence of the alchemical matrix. In other words, his alchemical matrix should be backward to an incredible degree. It can even be said that he has the ether of the Glory One, but his own secret energy properties may not be as good as a first-stage condenser."

Berogo responded calmly, "But he hurt you, ignoring the generation gap of alchemical matrix technology over the long years, and almost defeated you in one fell swoop."

Naisaniel continued, "Yes, and I am sure that he did not use some alchemical weapons of comprehensive amplification."

In order to avoid being left behind, the undead will choose to use some advanced alchemical weapons to make up for the gap with the times.

Berogo stared at Naisaniel's eyes, "So..."

"Through the various anomalies I spied when fighting with him, I suspect..."

Naisaniel said in a very calm tone.

"I suspect that the Night King has been transformed into a scourge of this world."