Chapter 974 Civil War

When the Glorious One completely sacrifices his soul and completely degenerates into a pure devil, the empty body will be blessed by the devil and distorted into a twisted existence that transcends the common sense of the world, which is what Boluogo and others are familiar with. evil.

Each original sin has its own terrible evil in this world, and each evil in this world has a power that vaguely transcends glory. They are the embodiment of pure evil and natural disasters. Their power is so terrifying, So that the emergence of any one of them would be a disaster for mankind.

During the Raymond Gaiton incident that Borogo participated in, he faced the scourge of gluttony in this world, the herd-devouring beast.

Since the fall of the Holy City, this terrifying monster has been suppressed by the Bureau of Order. It can be said that this huge monster of flesh and blood is the true embodiment of the extraordinary disaster and the eternal rotten land. It is destroying the surrounding people every moment. The inorganic matter turns into flesh and blood, and then is absorbed into the hungry mouth.

After going through various battles, Bologo finally relied on the self-destruction method set by King Solomon and sacrificed the remaining Raymond Gaiton. Then he banished it into the etheric realm and completely burned it with the power of full-scale burning of light. Obliterated.

From this difficult battle situation, we can see how difficult it is to deal with this evil in this world.

Boluogo felt heavy and murmured to himself, "Another evil in this world..."

Among the currently known evils in this world, apart from the beast that has withdrawn from the scene, the other one is Mammon's Abyss-Swallowing Throat. That evil in this world does not have the large-scale flesh and blood of the beast that devours the herd. It is polluted, but it has weird devouring power and the ability to travel through winding paths. In terms of difficulty of killing, it is more troublesome than the beast that eats the crowd.

"The Night King...what is the Night King's ability?" Bologg asked.

In battles in the extraordinary world, intelligence is always in a crucial position. As long as the nature of the Night King's ability can be known in advance, a large number of casualties can be reduced invisibly.

"Darkness, a darkness that swallows all the light," Nathaniel said with lingering fear. "Being in that darkness, it's as if all your senses have been stripped away. You can't see, touch, hear, or even hear." Said, even the surge of one's own ether is blocked."

"In that absolute darkness, all I could feel was myself, my ever-active mind."

Nathaniel's words paused, and he frowned slightly, as if he was thinking complicatedly.

"More than just thoughts."

Nathaniel suddenly emphasized, "In that darkness, even my thoughts were becoming slower little by little. At first, I thought it was forcing my state to become absolutely stagnant, but now that I think about it, It’s more like a devouring of information.”

"Human beings and the world themselves are actually made up of countless information. Each sense is a special means of reading information... just like everything can be classified as zeros and ones."

Boluogo's words were interrupted by Nathaniel. He said, "I have a hunch that the darkness created by the Night King is a black hole that annihilates information. At that time, my senses were not stripped away, but directly It has been deleted and is almost gone. There is no information, so naturally I can’t feel anything.”

Nathaniel's expression has never been more serious. In his expectation, the Night King has become the most powerful enemy that the Bureau of Order has faced since the Secret War.

"The consciousness of self is also constantly becoming thinner in the darkness of annihilation..."

Nathaniel coughed twice in pain and stood up with difficulty. His figure shook twice, but soon stabilized, like a stubborn rock.

"That's all I know, we should go."

"Where to go?"

Nethaniel pointed to the top of his head, "Where else can we go? The battle is not over yet."

"Are you okay?" Bologg asked worriedly, "I think you should rest here, at least for a while."

Nathaniel was silent for a long time this time, until Bologo couldn't help but say, "Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Nathaniel shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just didn't expect that one day, someone would tell me that it's time for me to rest."

In the past, Nethaniel had always stood at the forefront of the struggle. He never thought about retreating or handing over his responsibilities to others. Nethaniel had shouldered the heavy responsibility for so long that he thought it was an important task. It grows on my body and is closely connected to my flesh and blood. I never thought that it could be removed.

Until today.

Nethaniel asked, "Can I trust you? Borrog."

"Me? Is this some kind of loyalty test? At this time?" Boluogo asked confused.

"No, it's not a loyalty test. This kind of thing is the most meaningless," Nathaniel shook his head and continued, "I mean, can I trust you to solve all this perfectly?"

Without hesitation, Burlogo replied, "Of course."

"very good."

Nathaniel was discouraged, stood up and sat down again. His eyes lost focus, as if he was looking into the distance, or simply in a daze.

Boluogo felt that it was time for him to leave and continue upward to resolve all the chaos, but when he was about to leave, Nathaniel's voice sounded again.

"Boluogo, I have one more thing to entrust you with."

"What?"

"If...if I accidentally die in battle, please be sure to cut off my head and bring it to everyone."

Nathaniel said expressionlessly, as if he was completely unaware of the terrifying words he was saying.

"We are actually very similar to the Mysterious Group. We both put something at the highest position. But the difference is that the Mysterious Group chose the Condensers, while we chose all of humanity."

He then added, "For all of humanity, the Glory Ones are also a precious resource."

Berogo lowered his eyes. He recalled the conversation he had with Nathanil. Those words were like prophecies, fulfilled one by one today, and an inexplicable feeling filled his mind.

"Okay, I understand."

Berogo accepted Naisaniel's request, and then he said in a more severe tone, "But, Deputy Director, a living Glory One, even if he can't exert his full power, is better than a corpse, a head."

He imitated Naisaniel and quantified everything indifferently, "Glory One is a resource, but this resource also depends on the efficiency of use, and can't be wasted at all."

"Yeah."

Naisaniel nodded, squinting his eyes slightly. He agreed with what Berogo said, and for this reason he accelerated the healing of his chest. Even if he couldn't release his full strength, he should provide some combat power. He should know that he is far from retiring.

"Go ahead. I'll catch up with you after I've rested."

Naisaniel glanced at the roaring reactor behind him, "Then... I'll think of a way to stop it. As long as this energy supply system is destroyed, the disturbing Aurora Road can be paralyzed."

After the action was arranged, Blogo didn't waste any more time and continued to climb up the scorched ladder, listening to his gradually fading footsteps. Only Naisaniel was left here.

Naisaniel leaned back and couldn't help but sigh, "Ah... Is this the feeling of being relieved of a heavy responsibility? Levius."

The newcomer has grown up and taken over the responsibilities of the old one, just like the cells of life that continue to proliferate and age. Under repeated replacement, the slender seedlings can also support the boulder and grow into towering trees.

Naisaniel couldn't help but let out a hoarse laugh, thinking that it didn't seem to be a bad thing for him to retreat to the second line. He rested in silence until he noticed the approaching ether reaction.

The approaching footsteps crushed Naisaniel's dream. Looking at the figure coming from the passage, Naisaniel had no resentment in his heart. In the calmness just now, he seemed to be completely relieved. If he had to say anything, he was just afraid that he would not be able to return to the crowd.

"What a coincidence, Duke of Lingshen."

Naisaniel stood up, showing his powerful and confident smile again, and took the lead in greeting the other party.

The Duke of Lingshen looked at Naisaniel with a vigilant face. He could see the corpses on the ground and the penetrating wound on Naisaniel's chest that almost killed him.

Obviously, Naisaniel is very fragile now. Maybe this is an opportunity to kill him in one fell swoop.

Killing Naisaniel...

Just having this idea in his mind made the Duke of Lingshen surprised and happy.

The achievement of killing Naisaniel was enough to make the Duke of Lingshen directly become a member of the Council of Sages, enjoying the gift of eternal life in that narrow heaven on earth, but the various possibilities after ecstasy made him extremely afraid.

Let's not talk about whether he can really kill Naisaniel. After killing him, can he stop the furious revenge of the Order Bureau?

Naisaniel interrupted the fantasy of the Duke of Spirit God, "Why don't you say anything? Are you thinking about whether to take action?"

The Duke of Spirit God still did not respond, but the aurora lingering on his body became more and more dazzling, and his own ether strength also surpassed the original defender and reached the realm of glory.

"Oh, have you made a choice? It's a pity."

Naisaniel said and moved his body. He was sure that he should kill all the high-level condensers who disobeyed the royal court in the ether realm. There were only a few high-level condensers in the secret land. He needed to stop the Duke of Spirit God to prevent him from intervening in the decisive battle between Blog and others.

"It's really a pity."

Behind the Duke of Spirit God, a new voice sounded.

The Duke of Origin appeared from the shadow behind the Duke of Spirit God, and the manic ether spread around him, turning into countless jumping arcs, crackling.

Since leaving the Nest Heart, the Duke of Origin has been chasing the ether remnants of Blogo, trying to kill this guy who has been wreaking havoc in the Hidden Land, but he never expected that Blogo would eventually come to the Holy Hub and meet the seriously injured Naisaniel here.

The actions of the Duke of Origin and the Duke of Spirit God coincided with each other. After meeting once, the power of the Aurora was carried on the Duke of Origin, which further strengthened his power as a Glory Man.

Facing the two people with full firepower, Naisaniel suddenly felt a little dazed. He felt that he was really going to die here. He didn't know if his head could be preserved. Even if it could be preserved, could it be guaranteed that he would not be brain dead...

Naisaniel's expression became lonely. He was not afraid of death, but he felt sad when he thought that he could not return to the crowd.

The sad look reflected in the eyes of the two people. They thought that Naisaniel was in despair, and the high fighting spirit was aroused in their hearts.

The Duke of Origin summoned up several etheric lightning bolts, and the entangled thunder transformed into a roaring thunder dragon, roaring towards Nathaniel. The Duke of Spirit God also released a series of mental shocks, ignoring the obstacles of the flesh and directly hitting Nathaniel's mind.

The death of his former colleagues flashed back in front of his eyes, accompanied by severe pain, wantonly kneading and pulling on Nathanil's nerves. In that cruel and sad scene, familiar faces overlapped, and they all opened their eyes wide. The mouth seemed to be whispering to Nathaniel, but also seemed to be shouting at him.

"No……"

Nathaniel seemed to be talking to the face in the hallucination, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"No no no no……"

Nethaniel kept objecting, and his heart that had fallen silent became hot again. His tired muscles and nerves were tense, and his unclenched fists were clenched again.

He raised his fist vigorously, and the roaring ether collided with the thunder dragon. After the dazzling light group, the thunder was dispersed in one fell swoop.

Nethaniel cannot die here. He has to crawl back to the Bureau of Order no matter what. This is his only wish, but even with this only wish, fate still refuses to answer.

The Duke of Origin moved forward quickly, his figure twisting into a blurry afterimage. Under the cover of the Duke of Spirit God, he was in front of Nathaniel in an instant.

Pulling out the short sword from his waist, the sharp blade flashed with cold light, and then a layer of strange mist covered the blade, as if the solid metal body also atomized into smoke.

Originally, such an offensive was not a threat to Nethanil at all. As long as he released the heat calmly, he could easily burn the attacker to ashes.

But now the ferocious soul scar has penetrated his alchemical matrix, which not only limits the transport efficiency of ether, but also greatly reduces the stability of the alchemical matrix. Once Nethanil unleashes his power unscrupulously as he did in the past, even if he is very likely to Out of control, exploding like a real sun.

Nesanil carefully used the ether, and the ether amplification covered his right fist. He quickly punched the original Duke's face, but just when he was about to touch him, the original Duke's whole person began to fade away, and his body collapsed into pieces. Pure ether, and reorganized again on the side of Nethanil's fist.

As a Glory of the Origin School, relying on the power of Aurora, the Duke of Origin has been able to temporarily etherify himself freely to avoid attacks from the outside world. With this dodge, he seized the gap between Nethaniel's attacks. , the atomized sword blade cut into Nethanil's abdomen, and many small wounds were arranged in sequence for a while.

A little mist penetrated deeply into Nethanil's wounds, biting more wounds into the etheric body. The blood mixed with the embodied ether and gurgled out.

Nethanil's eyes were red, and the ether was released violently. The scorching sun rose again. In the instant of extreme high temperature, even the ether of the original Duke was quickly evaporated.

"How many more times can you use such a move?"

In the heat wave, Duke Origin laughed loudly. From this brief confrontation, he had already felt that Nathaniel was weak and scarred.

But...Nathaniel is really powerful. Even if he is seriously injured, he can still release such power.

Nathaniel was breathing heavily. He stared at the Duke of Origin. Suddenly, his fierce gaze softened. The next moment, a large amount of ether gathered on the fist, as if it was about to swing out. A punch of heaven and earth.

But this punch was not directed at the Duke of Origin, but at the ether furnace behind Nathaniel.

In the last moments, Nathaniel accepted the status quo and completed reconciliation with himself. He wanted to use the only power he had to make the most efficient decision.

Break through the Aether Furnace, destroy the Aurora Road, and paralyze the Hidden Land.

When the power of the mountain roar and tsunami rose from the ground, the Duke of Origin also realized Nethanil's purpose. He commanded all the ether to rush through the alchemical matrix, refusing to stop even if the collision created dense cracks.

Silence and abstinence.

The absolute ether vacuum enveloped Nethanil, preventing him from absorbing ether from the outside world. It also contained the ether restlessness in his body, and continuously stripped and drained the ether he had gathered.

Duke Spiritual God is also desperately releasing his secret energy, repeatedly hitting Nethaniel's mind. If this offensive continues, before the Duke of Origin pierces Nethaniel's heart, Duke Spiritual God himself will be able to kill Nethaniel. The brain is burned dry.

The figure of the original Duke etherified and disintegrated, and then condensed in front of Nethaniel. The atomized short sword thrust out against the edge of the fist, penetrated Nethaniel's fist, and pierced his palm.

Nethaniel said nothing, and then raised another fist, but this time the fist failed to land. The Duke of Spirit God defeated Nethaniel's sensory system, and blood flowed out of his nose uncontrollably, with a burst of Painful suffocation.

The Duke of Origin held a ball of ether lightning and prepared to pour it into it along the injury on Nethanil's chest to completely detonate him.

A strange ether suddenly rose on the battlefield.

The Duke of Origin vigilantly judged the direction of the visitor, but his etheric perception told him that his opponent was right in front of him.

In an instant, the shadow on the ground squirmed and swelled, engulfing Nethanil in one fell swoop. In a few flashes, the shadow evacuated to a safe area, and then spit out Nethanil.

Nathaniel was in a trance for a while. He was a little confused about the development of the battle. He turned his head to look at the figure emerging from the shadows, but met a pair of terrifying scarlet eyes.

Nathaniel raised his fist almost instinctively, when another voice stopped him.

"Wait a minute! Don't do it! Yourself!"

Also emerging from the shadows was Palmer. He hugged Nathaniel's arm and shouted hoarsely.

"Palmer?"

This time, Nathanial was really in a trance. It was such a serious life-and-death moment, but it was obliterated by Palmer's almost duck-like voice.

"Let me introduce you. This is Olivia Villeris. According to the Dawn Oath, she is a legal Night Clan."

Palmer never thought that he would vouch for a Night Clan in his life, let alone that he could say such a strange name as a legal Night Clan.

Olivia greeted Nathanial nervously, "Hello... Hello."

Nathanial nodded blankly. For the first time, this lion-like man showed a look of helplessness. Fortunately, Nathanial recovered in a few seconds.

"You shouldn't have come to save me."

Nathanial shook his head. A defender and a powerless person, the addition of this little force was not enough to change the situation, let alone save him. They should have directly bypassed him and supported Blog.

"The Secrets Group is the solid backing of the Order Bureau, so it is our duty to rescue you, the deputy director."

A new voice sounded, saying something that made Nathanial laugh.

"Solid backing? You..."

Nathanial was about to laugh back with disdain, but he saw two figures walking into the battlefield one after the other, and from their attitudes, the two people were actually on his side.

"Deputy Director, I emphasize here again," said the Duke of Delusion Osana, "This is not a rebellion, but a civil war of the Secrets Group."

"My father and I are still loyal allies of the Order Bureau."

Behind Osana, the herald, Fabien, who had been hiding, nodded gently, agreeing with Osana's words.

Osana asked, "Do you agree with this?"

The situation became clear. No matter how slow Nathanial was, he understood that from Osana's point of view, this was indeed a civil war of the Secrets Group.

The Fantasy Family used the power of the Order Bureau to fight for the control of the Secret Group, and the Order Bureau also needed the existence of the Fantasy Family to eliminate extreme existences such as the Supreme Condensation.

Nathaniel took a deep breath and nodded to her, "I agree."

Osana's tense face showed a smile, and the next moment she and Fabien's bodies rose up with a high-pitched ether reaction, all pouring towards the Duke of Origin and the Duke of Spirit God.