Chapter 899 Extraordinary War

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When this deal was proposed, Boluogo had no clue in his mind. He had never seen it, and he didn't know what it was. Even though Sachin repeatedly mentioned its importance, who knew it was in the eyes of these scholars? What is it?

Is it the legendary holy book that contains all the skills of King Solomon? So Bologo's deal can be regarded as a bloody profit, but what if it wasn't?

What if the so-called starting picture scroll is just something similar to a spiritual sustenance and a carrier of faith?

Just like those fanatic believers in the Monks of Truth, they regard truth as a god and knowledge as a religion, thus creating statues of gods symbolizing knowledge.

If it was the latter, Boluogo would have lost all his previous achievements in this action, but unfortunately, he had no right to choose. Now all he could do was gamble on the slightest possibility.

"Are you sure?" Leviathan reiterated, "Are you sure this is what you want?"

Bologo did not hesitate and took Leviathan's hand, indicating that the deal had been reached.

"I am sure."

For a moment, Boluogo felt some kind of invisible shackles connecting him to Leviathan. It was different from the tangle and umbilical cord. It was a more ethereal link.

"The deal is done."

As Leviathan spoke, many raised bumps suddenly appeared on his spacesuit, as if the weird things hidden under the spacesuit were stirring. But the next second, the bumps were smoothed away, leaving only Leviathan's coldness. The laughter echoed.

The snake scale fluid climbed onto Bologo's body, forming a layer of solid armor. The twisted helmet full of edges covered Bologo's face, and a slightly deep voice sounded from the gap.

Whether it is because of his identity as the chosen one or the mutual benefit of the transaction, now Bologo can only stand firmly on the side of Leviathan and help him destroy the Golden Palace.

"The Golden Palace can't be saved anyway."

Boluogo secretly thought in his heart that the beast that eats the pack is trying its best to suppress Guangzhuo so that its own flesh and blood can completely invade the Golden Palace and take away King Solomon's inheritance. Guangzhuo is carrying out the original order and burning everything.

The balance of destruction has been broken, and all Boluogo can do is to gain greater benefits before everything turns to ashes.

"The regent is entangled. This is good news. He is a glorious person who is difficult to deal with. Now they are invading with someone else, so that the pressure on you will be much less."

Leviathan seems to be omniscient and omnipotent, knowing all the trends on the battlefield.

"Beelzebub is coming this way, angry."

Leviathan came over and put his heavy hands on Bologg's shoulders. Bologg's face was reflected in the golden mask.

"The light burn makes the group-devouring beast miserable. Even if one day it can completely suppress the light burn, it still cannot leave this place through the blood pool until it is completely suppressed."

Blood pool? Bologo remembered this ability. Just like the Winding Gate, Beelzebub could descend over long distances through the flesh and blood pools of believers.

Boluogo had encountered Beelzebub more than once.

"I guess Beelzebub is coming in person this time. Fortunately, she doesn't have many chess pieces here. Kill all those chess pieces and drive away her will, and I will help you get the starting picture scroll. Let’s get rid of this pack-eating beast by the way.”

"Come in person?" Boluogo doubted, "What is she going to do?"

The devil cannot come to the material world in full glory, let alone make any direct interference in the material world. Now that the two of them can stand in front of Boluogo and interfere with the Golden Palace, it is simply because this place is between the material world and the ether. overlapping points of boundaries.

"Look for a container and pour your will and strength into it. You should have seen similar operations many times." Leviathan said.

Boluogo nodded lightly. He had seen a similar situation in the first seat. The first seat directly enjoyed Beelzebub's power... but he was still torn to pieces by Xilin.

"We can't directly interfere with the material world, so we have to use some small tricks. However, this also comes at a price. Just like the promotion of your condensers, the soul is like a container. Only the more powerful the soul can carry the more powerful alchemy. matrix.

Our power will squeeze the existence of the alchemical matrix, just like adding water to an already full water glass... no, just like adding more water to a full water bottle, it will be stretched open or even explode. "

Leviathan slowly opened his hands, as if listening to the whispers on the battlefield, and continued, "Beelzebub's power will burst the container, but before the container dies, the power he explodes, It’s enough to complete the task.”

Boluogo asked coldly, "Am I considered such a chess piece?"

"certainly."

Leviathan said very straightforwardly, "The power of the devil is extremely taboo and is repelled by the material world. Otherwise, we would have come in person, wouldn't we? For this reason, the chess pieces with small capacity are only in direct contact with our power. , they will be burst and die. People with a slightly larger capacity will only persist longer.

By analogy, the chess pieces that can accommodate our power to a certain extent are all high-level sublimation players. They are much more useful alive than dead. "

"As for you, as I said, you are my most important chess piece, the white king on my chessboard."

Leviathan hesitated for a moment, but he still said frankly, "Maybe one day, I will turn you into a container, but trust me, Boluogo, I will use you in the most critical place."

"Am I going to die?" Borlog asked.

"The soul is a container. If the soul is blown up, it cannot be restored by immortality... You may become a demon or something like that. If you are strong enough at that time, it is possible that you will fall into the evil of this world."

"Is this a threat?" Blog asked again.

"Not really. I am different from a madman like Beelzebub. I am very reasonable. You can completely refuse me."

Leviathan suddenly approached Blog and whispered in his ear.

"I am afraid that you will beg me to give you such power and ask you to fight the last battle."

Blog said nothing, and Leviathan pulled away and patted Blog's shoulder hard, like a good friend.

"Don't think about the future, Blog, do what you are best at... kill them."

After that, Leviathan turned around and took Saizong to another corner.

"Where are you going?" Blog couldn't help asking.

"Where else can we go?" Leviathan said without looking back, "Let's find the starting scroll for you... Alas, I remember it was nearby."

The conversation between the two demons gradually faded away, and even disappeared.

Under the heavens and the universe, only Blogo and Amy were left, and there was a faint vibration coming from the end of the double spiral staircase. Under the wrapping of the beast of the group, the Golden Palace was like an onion being peeled layer by layer, and the extremely solid crystal curtain walls collapsed one after another, and the twisted flesh and blood seeped into it, opening up the road.

"Don't you want to explain something?"

Amy stood beside Blogo. Obviously, she and Blogo could go deep into each other's souls, and she obviously thought she knew Blogo well enough...

The armor covered Blogo's face, leaving only the blue ether glow slowly overflowing.

Sure enough, the worst situation still happened. Blogo had been hesitating whether to tell Amyo these things before. Many times he mustered up the courage to tell these things, but in the end he chose to bear them alone.

Blogo may not want to make Amy worry, and does not want her to know so many bad things, maybe... maybe...

Amy suddenly said, "Does my imitation look like it?"

"Ah?"

"It's those movie plots, haven't we watched them together before?" Amy waved her hand and gestured, "One party suddenly discovered that the other party was hiding many secrets, and felt betrayed, and then questioned the other party at a critical moment, and so on."

"Oh oh oh."

Blogo remembered that every time he saw this kind of plot, he frowned and wanted to fast forward.

"So do I imitate it like it?" Amy asked again.

"Yes."

Blogo's nervous heart relaxed a little, "Very much like it."

"Okay, if you don't want to really become a movie plot, I advise you to talk to me about your... talk about your bad friends later."

Amy immediately became serious and hammered Blogo's helmet. The next moment her voice sounded directly from Blogo's mind.

"As for now... we have to face the outside world in unison."

The abundant ether filled Blogo's body, and the scale fluid of the serpent rapidly multiplied. One diamond shield after another emerged and surrounded. They continued to fission and turned into many slender iron needles. Under the reflection of the faint light, they looked like thousands of cutlass fish swimming together, with light flashing on their scales.

Blogo grabbed the Bite of Resentment and the Saw of Cruelty. After another heavy sound, clear footsteps came from the end of the double spiral ladder.

...

In the continuous struggle, the beast of the group crushed most of the surrounding spires. After a long time, the horrible body once again stepped out of the ruins of Raymengaton.

At this time, it was like a bloated and huge creeping, and the ruins tripped its tall building-like figure. The excessive mass and huge body made it seem extremely slow to make any movement.

The body hit the ground heavily, sweeping up the several-meter-thick ash. Suddenly, the air flow was disturbed, and endless ash danced wildly in the abandoned land, carrying the burning heat of the light, and a dark snow fell.

"Ah...ah..."

The herd-devouring beast let out a series of mournful cries, as if it was suffering from some great torture.

It was not it that was in pain, but Hammer, the master of the body.

Now the herd-devouring beast has no self-awareness. Compared to being a life, it is more like a flesh-and-blood military weapon. The weapon will not feel pain, only the person holding the weapon will feel pain.

Hammer felt that his consciousness was being diluted by the body of the herd-devouring beast, and the past memories were fading rapidly. If a person's life is a long road, Hammer's road is constantly collapsing from the beginning.

There was a continuous tearing pain in his consciousness. The herd-devouring beast was taking away Hammer's memory bit by bit. His consciousness became fragmented, and even his self was gradually collapsing.

Hammer could no longer control the Swarm Devourer. The huge flesh-and-blood creature struggled to get up from the ground, smashed the cliff on one side, staggered and fell, and repeated this.

The fire suppression from the Desperate Outpost continued. Its purpose was not to kill the Swarm Devourer, but to consume it as much as possible.

At the top of the battlefield, a blank space began to distort slightly, and then dense cracks spread all over it, like a mirror, shattering with a bang.

Two figures crashed out of the crack one after the other. The former smashed deeply into the cliff on one side, smashing a large piece of rock. His figure was completely embedded in the deep pit.

Blood gushed out from the sword wound in his abdomen, and pure ether was still oozing out of the ruptured wound. If it weren't for the high degree of etherization of his body, this injury would have been enough to kill him.

"The gap is much larger than I thought."

Holt coughed twice in pain. Since he was promoted to the defender, he rarely suffered such serious injuries, and even similar high-intensity battles were rare.

"Fortunately, I just took advantage of it."

The voice of the regent came from the front, as if there was an invisible thing supporting him. He stood on the illusory stairs and hovered in the air.

Holt was seriously injured, and the regent was no longer as calm as before. He raised his hand, and saw that the clothes on his entire arm disappeared. The exposed pale arm seemed to have been cut by thousands of blades, cracked like a dry riverbed, and dark and sticky blood slowly flowed out.

Judging from the pure blood of the Regent, this level of injury should have recovered quickly, but Holt's ether penetrated deeply into his flesh and blood, like an anticoagulant, preventing his body from healing.

"Then... it's time to end."

A dark shadow flashed in the Regent's hand, and then it was shaped into a sharp sword. He took a stabbing posture, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at Holt's heart.

Holt seemed to have given up. He lay in the deep pit of the cliff, motionless, but just as the Regent took a step and accelerated towards Holt, Holt's will surpassed the flesh, forcing his scarred body to stand up, his eyes glowing with a strong light, and raised his hand to block.

In an instant, the air around him seemed to be filled with lead and turned into a sticky gelatin. The familiar hysteresis hit the Regent again, slowing his speed infinitely until his movements were completely frozen.

Before, the Regent would still be troubled by Holt's secret power, but now it's different. He knows that Holt can't hold on for too long. When his power is exhausted, this dark blade will pierce Holt's heart.

Then...

Then the Regent will consider whether to kiss Holt's throat. In his opinion, Holt is a good opponent. If he is willing to surrender, the strength of the disobedient court will undoubtedly increase a lot.

But the Regent is very hesitant, and because Holt is a good guy, he doesn't want Holt to beg him for survival, which will ruin the beauty of Holt in his heart.

"It's really tangled."

The troubled voice rushed in the Regent's throat. He could sense that Holt's suppression was weakening. The new and old alchemy matrix did affect many factors, but the ether strength brought by the rank was also crucial.

Holt's eyes were full of bloodshot. He could feel that a ferocious beast was breaking free from his shackles little by little. He was about to be unable to hold on until the iron chain collapsed.

The Regent turned into a dark phantom and rushed out of the cage, while Holt stood up with a roar, holding the secret sword tightly with his bloody hands, vowing to make a final fight.

The majestic ether reaction came from the sky, abruptly interrupting the fight between the two, and then a tsunami-like scream came from the top of the head, as if thousands of ghosts were wielding swords, spears, and halberds.

There were no hundreds of ghosts, but only silver fragments flying all over the sky, which cut through the air at an extremely high speed, and the sharp sound burst out was like countless swords slashing.

A tiny silver fragment brushed the Regent's wrist, leaving a shallow scratch on his powerful body, and then an uncontrollable burning pain came from the wound, as if there was a raging fire burning.

"Silver?"

The Regent was stunned for a moment, he looked up, and saw another person like him, stepping on the empty stairs, suspended in the air.

Countless silver flakes moved with the wind, accumulating and flowing around him, like a pair of giant wings slowly opening, flashing dense brilliance.

"I used to envy the ancestors of my family. They lived in a turbulent era and had plenty of opportunities to make achievements, but I was born in a peaceful era... I don't hate peace, but after a long period of peace, I always feel that there is a lack of passion in my life."

The silver flakes moved to both sides, like a separated ocean. When the newcomer emerged from the silver storm, the etheric reaction of the glorious one also descended here.

The regent couldn't open his eyes due to the dense silver light, and couldn't see the figure clearly, but he could identify the other party's identity from the whistling wind.

"It's really exciting. I feel that my deposited sticky blood is about to boil."

The regent grabbed the shadow blade with both hands for the first time, and a dazzling red light burst out from his scarlet eyes.

In the sky, Fu En looked down at the Regent with cold eyes. He gently raised his hand and brought it down like a hammer, releasing the power of the Glory without restraint.

In an instant, the ether disturbed the gas mass in the entire area, the pressure gradient increased sharply, the gas began to flow at high speed, and the hurricane formed the so-called wind, and then evolved into a storm that came instantly through the rapids.

Mystical Energy·Wind Lord.

The ether distorted reality, dark clouds gathered, thunder rolled, and lightning and silver flakes in the sky turned into countless electric blades, slashing towards the Regent.

The Regent looked at the figure in the storm lightning fearlessly, and he shouted, "Let's go together!"

Mystical Energy·Mirror Realm Duel.

When the storm thunder hit the Regent and chopped him all over, the Regent also grabbed Fu En, and the figures of the two began to distort and then disappeared in the long storm.

"Oh my god... these people are crazy."

Idel, who was hiding in the corner, watched the battle between the Glorious Ones from a distance. It was simply a mythical battlefield, and the slightest aftermath was enough to wipe out his life.

"Crazy, all crazy."

Idel muttered to himself in horror. He saw the regent pulling Fern and disappearing from a distance. The gathering thunderstorm lost its sight and ran rampant between the cliffs, but then the two figures reappeared. Impact, manifest, repeat.

He didn't want to watch the fight between these lunatics anymore, he just complained and looked for a way out.

First, the group-devouring beast revived, the light burned, the Golden Palace was raised from the ground, and now there are glorious ones confronting each other...

The intensity of the fighting here is almost equivalent to that of an extraordinary war.

"I shouldn't have listened to Hammer, I shouldn't have come here."

Idel crawled forward cautiously. Compared with this terrifying battle, he was as small as an ant. At this time, the only thought left in his mind was to survive. As for the subsequent punishment? That's not on Idle's radar.

In order to survive, he chose the Orangutan Sect and became a disaster attendant who used his body to cultivate plague. Compared with his own life, nothing mattered.

"Idel."

Suddenly, a voice sounded. Idel turned around cautiously, but saw nothing. He thought he was hallucinating, and then the distant voice sounded again.

From under your own feet.

Idel lowered his head, and at some point, blood silently overflowed from his wounds, and they gathered into a shallow pool of blood at his feet.

What was reflected in the mirror of blood was not the figure of Idel, but the figure of a woman.

She stretched out her hand towards Idel, and then her hand poked the blood mirror, and the entire mirror became convex until she broke through the boundary between reality and reality, reaching out and grabbing Idel's throat.

"no no……"

Idel shook his head vigorously, but under her will, his personal thoughts were meaningless.

Immediately, Idel was dragged into the blood pool, and the warm blood soaked his body. When he saw his surroundings clearly, he found that he had left the abandoned land and came to a flesh and blood cave.

Beelzebub held Idel across his lap like a baby.

"My dear child, I will go with you."

In Idel's horrified eyes, Beelzebub stretched out his fingers and opened his mouth. His bloody fingers gradually penetrated into Idel's throat, digging continuously, as if trying to grab his heart along the throat. .

"Hereby, I grant you..."

This was the last sound that Idel heard, and then his consciousness fell into endless confusion. He felt that countless bugs were crawling inside his body, as if the flesh-and-blood plague hidden in his body was out of control. He was eating back at himself, eating his own bones and internal organs.

Pain, endless pain.

Idel longed for relief, but as soon as this thought arose, he was overwhelmed by the absolute desire to survive.

He wanted to live, to live.

For this reason, Idel opened his eyes. This time, he found that he was neither in the flesh cave nor the abandoned land. He was in a space covered with crystal walls. Behind him was a collapsed wall and burning light. The spreading flesh and blood are clearly visible.

Looking at his feet again, what was reflected on the crystal ground was an ugly figure. The monster's body was covered with deformed flesh and blood. They hung on the body like huge beehives, and then there were bone spurs that pierced the torso, exposing it. The internal structure of...

It was difficult for Idel to evaluate what kind of monster this was. It was like a random combination of flesh and blood organs.

After a few seconds, Idel belatedly realized that it seemed to be him.

The sound of footsteps came from the front. Idel looked forward. He saw two stairways intertwined. At the end of the double spiral, an armored knight was waiting for him.

At the same time, in the deep etheric realm, Sai Zong looked at Beelzebub walking from the ice field, and stood in front of her with great determination.

"This road is blocked."

Sai Zong said.

Beelzebub didn't say a word, nor did she stop. She walked faster and faster, turning into shadows all over the sky and coming towards her face.