Endless Debt.

Once looking up along the cliffs of the abandoned land, you can only see the wandering fork road covered with dark clouds, but now the sinful land has disappeared, and the hazy sunlight can actually shine directly into the bottom of this dark crack, even though the light has weakened a lot, But this still makes Holt, who has been living in the shadows for many years, feel a little relief.

"Hell, have we been living in this environment?"

Relief is followed by endless complaints.

Looking at the diffuse dust under the light, Holt, the head of the desperate outpost, sniffed vigorously, "I said why I always get rhinitis, and it's all because of this damn place."

"Team leader, please be quiet. As a high-level desublimator, a small disease like rhinitis will never happen to you, and no matter how much you complain, it will not change the environment, and it will not be beneficial to the next action."

An indifferent voice sounded from the side, Holt's adjutant, Evan said.

"Didn't you realize I was telling a joke?" Holt asked back.

"Leader, are you sure this is a good time to joke around?"

Evan didn't really want to pay attention to Holt's joke, and looked away from the uneasy team leader, and Evan instructed the others.

"Increase the firepower, we can't let anyone go, not even a piece of flesh and blood!"

The field staff had already guarded the narrow passage leading from the Greystone Rift to the Abandoned Land. After hearing Evan's instructions, the staff on the front line did increase their firepower literally.

Dozens of tongues of flame erupted, incinerating the approaching corpses and the spreading blanket of flesh and blood one after another. Besides, the gunfire also shot continuously into the sea of ​​flames.

From time to time, a strong etheric reaction rose from the sea of ​​flames, streams of light hit the staff, and were offset by the etheric barrier covering everyone, some high-level desublimators were in place nearby, ready to dispatch at any time, hunting Hostile high-level desublimator.

Long before the fall of Greystone Town, the joint offensive of Scarlet Sect and Disobedient Royal Court had crossed the town and advanced along the Greystone Rift Valley, but at this critical point, they encountered stubborn resistance from the Bureau of Order.

The narrow terrain left no room for the two sides to evade. They could only exchange fire head-on and collide with the tips of their knives.

Holt stood behind the crowd. As the leader of the operation, he seemed indifferent, but he never took his eyes off the battlefield for a moment.

Watching the Abandoned Lands is indeed a comfortable job, but once something happens in the Abandoned Lands, it will be a big deal.

At this time, Holt has already thought of a series of countermeasures. For example, once the defense line is defeated, he will take action to smash the rock wall and let the gravel block the main road. If the enemy can still invade, then the desperate outpost The station will become a fortress, a fort, and continue to fire and fight back at the enemy.

However, these situations are unlikely. Holt doesn't think the enemy can get past this tight line of defense. What really makes Holt uneasy is another thing.

"Is the misfortune and evil in this world still stable?"

Holt turned his head to look at the ash-shrouded abandoned land. Even after such a long distance, he could still clearly see the hazy fire rising from the ruins.

"The core area is fairly stable, but the flesh and blood in the outer area has become more restless, as if disturbed by some kind of force."

The voices of the team members resounded in the network of heart pivots. In addition to his voice, there was a series of bow and crossbow salvos.

"We're trying to suppress as much as we can."

On the high platform of the desperate outpost, the giant slave continued to fire, and shot black arrows one after another towards the squirming flesh and blood below. Continuous lightning burst out, and a low-altitude thunderstorm formed below. The thunder continued, and all the flesh and blood stretched out. Fester, but after a few seconds, they grow back again, quickly climbing along the cliff.

"Someone is trying to wake up the evil in this world. It's a member of the Scarlet Sect... I'm curious where is he?"

While supervising the battle and stabilizing the situation, Holt spread out his ether perception, trying to find important figures of the enemy in this chaotic battlefield.

As long as he finds the opponent, with the strength of Holt's base defender, he has the confidence to quickly eliminate the opponent. Even if the enemy has the same base defender sitting, he is also confident that he can kill the target before the opponent's base defender reacts.

But the problem is that Holt has searched several times, but he still hasn't found the target. Who knows what the Scarlet Rot Sect and the rebellious royal court are plotting, so Holt can only stabilize the defense line and dare not attack rashly.

"How's the situation in Greystone Town?"

"The last news came more than ten minutes ago. It is said that it has completely fallen."

Another voice sounded in my mind, it was from the network of the heart hub of the Bureau of Order.

Holt sighed, this matter was within his expectations, this time the enemy's offensive was much bigger than he had imagined, the Scarlet Sect and the Rebellious King's Court moved forward together, as if the devil behind them made a decision at the same time determined to carry out a bloody purpose.

"Are there any new instructions from the decision-making room?" Holt asked,
After a few seconds, an indifferent voice sounded.

"Stick to your post."

This kind of answer is also within Holt's guess. He clenched the hilt of his sword, and the coercion of the ether was released silently. This is not only a threat to the enemies, but also a message to the enemies.

In front of them is a defender, and if they want to cross this line, they must pay the due price, such as pitting another defender against Holt.

This is the quickest way to end the fight.

The ripples of the ether swept over everyone silently, but at the other end of the sea of ​​flames, the enemy's offensive did not weaken much. Walking corpses rushed out of the sea of ​​flames one after another, and rushed towards the staff. The crazy bloodthirsty people hid In the tide of walking corpses, search for opportunities to launch a surprise attack.

Holt watched them vigilantly, until at a certain moment he suddenly had a strange and subtle feeling, as if something was slowly flowing through his body, like invisible clear water.

After a brief trance, Holt immediately raised his vigilance, and released the manic etheric roar, washing the surrounding space indiscriminately like a torrent.

Evan quickly evacuated to one side. He knew that his team leader had some brain problems, but he never made mistakes in some key things.

Many people think that Holt is a lazy and decadent person. Even though he is the youngest defender in the Bureau of Order, only Evan knows that keeping the Abandoned Land stable for so many years is not a mediocre indulgence. people can do it.

During the baptism of ether, Holt was keenly aware of the abnormality in the surrounding space. Something seemed to be around him, distorting the matter to a certain extent.

"Who?"

Holt drank loudly, the alchemy matrix spread on the body surface, and the glow rose.

In an instant, the warped curvature of the space became larger. As if Holt was about to tear the space apart, he swung his sword vigorously, relying on the highly condensed ether, abruptly cut a crooked crack in front of him.

With an absolutely tyrannical amount of ether, it roughly penetrated the boundary between the world and the world. In the gap, Holt saw the scarlet eyes flashing past, and then a pitch-black sword blade extended infinitely, like a beam of light Come galloping at high speed.

Holt raised the blade horizontally and successfully blocked the sword, but the huge force transmitted from the blade still pushed him back, and even his whole body was hit into the rock wall.

Amidst the dust, the shattered rift began to heal, and the mirror world was separated from the material world again.

Holt rushed out of the smoke and looked around vigilantly like a tiger and leopard, looking for his enemy, but no matter how he released his etheric perception, he could not find the trace of the other party until the world came again from the abandoned land. The distant breathing of evil.

"What's wrong?" Evan didn't know what happened.

"Someone broke through our line of defense," Holt turned his head and rushed into the depths of the abandoned land, "It's the Glorious One!"

……

"What a keen guy, I didn't expect to be found here."

In the mirror world, the regent put away the shadow blade. Even though Holt found out, he still had a calm smile on his face. Behind him were Idel and Hammer.

At this time, Idel's state seemed a little sluggish. He had just released a plague of flesh and blood, and this plague was cultivated in his body. It can be said that he almost drained most of his flesh and blood to create this terrible disease. The terrifying tide of walking corpses, while Hammer on the side had a holy face, and seemed to be chanting some kind of prayer in his mouth, with an extremely devout expression.

"Are you resonating with the beast of the pack?"

After talking with these fanatics, the regent also knew the name of this world's evil in the Scarlet Sect.

Hammer chanted for a while, and then slowly stopped. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was sweating. He seemed to be enduring some kind of huge torture, even if he was walking, he had exhausted all his strength.

"Yes, it is now an unconscious, instinct-only being, and my consciousness will briefly take over and manipulate it."

"Interesting," the corner of the regent's mouth slightly raised, "You said 'temporarily', what about after that? Will you be swallowed by that monster?"

"Almost, sobriety is rare, and disorderly madness is eternal. I will be torn apart by those endless thoughts and become one with it."

Hammer paused, "But before I completely lose consciousness, this time is enough for us to achieve our goal."

"I don't understand, why does this bring me..."

Idel whispered from the side, he thought that this operation would have nothing to do with him after releasing the plague of flesh and blood, but Idel was brought here by Hammer, striding forward towards the core of the storm.

No one cared about Idel's thoughts, he was caught in the wave, powerless and unable to move.

The regent brought the two of them to a high ground, where they could directly see the ruins of the sacred city below, and clearly see the huge amber-like flesh and blood.

"Is it okay here?" asked the Regent.

"Okay." Hammer nodded.

"Do you remember what you're going to do next?" the Regent asked again.

"Control the devouring beasts, suppress Guangzhuo, and find a way to let you step into the golden palace."

Facing Hammer's answer, the Regent showed a satisfied smile.

……

"When you feel that you are No.1, someone must be one step ahead of you."

In the chaotic and twisted darkness, Bologo repeated this sentence to himself in his mind.

He once thought that he was the vanguard against the devil, but now it seemed that he was just stepping on the corpses of his predecessors and continuing along the path opened by them.

King Solomon, he paved the way forward, and Bologo will step on this road and continue to move forward until everyone's long-cherished wish is fulfilled.

"Phew... I think I'm starting to get used to navigating winding paths."

Bologo half-kneeled on the ground, and after a moment of relief, he stood up slowly, calmed down the strange feeling in his heart, opened his eyes and looked around.

At this time, Bologo was on a straight square avenue, and most of the bricks and stones under his feet were broken, like broken notes, like a forgotten ancient tune, advancing along the line of sight, covered by thick dust Walking down the avenue seems to bury the world.

The towering spiers around are like solidified smoke, some are incomplete, like memories eroded by the years, rugged and decadent, while others are crumbling, and there are bursts of low moans, as if they are telling some kind of unspeakable pain.

The spiers surrounded the square of ashes where Bologo was, forming a high wall of arches. They seemed to be defending the place, and they seemed to be guarding the cemetery of ashes.

"Although it failed to reach the Golden Palace directly, it sent us to the Golden Palace."

Burrog's eyes kept rising, beyond the mounds of ashes that piled up, and at the end of it all, he saw twisted flesh and blood, and the fire that was as bright as day.

With just a glimpse, Borrog looked away immediately, and even so, he felt a burning pain in his eyes, as if if he slowed down a step, they would be burned blind.

Deep and distant breathing sounded, and the surrounding ashes were engulfed by the airflow, rushing towards the piled up hills of ashes one after another. Bologo knew what this meant, and immediately threw himself behind the collapsed rock on one side, and then The sound of breathing became louder and deafening, and all the ashes that were sucked in were thrown violently by the storm.

"My God!"

Amy groaned in Bologo's mind, and Bologo summoned all the diamond shields to protect his body as much as possible, and then a large amount of red-hot ashes swept past Bologo's side , the red flames completely engulfed the bunker where Burlogo was.

The deadly stream of fire burst from the edge of the rock, and Burrog struggled to curl up to avoid touching any of the flames. The heat scorched his body, and Burrog could hear a slight crackle in the roar, which was his The hair is being scorched.

The deadly fire lasted for more than a minute, and then it slowly stopped, and the ground was covered with red-hot ashes. As this world's evil took a deep breath, they once again gathered in this world's evil. Next to the body, hills of ashes piled up one after another.

Burrog stepped on the hot ground and withdrew from behind the rocks. He resisted the strange feeling in his eyes and forcibly looked directly at the light source in front of him.

As Bologo saw from the steeple, behind the hills of ashes is a huge twisted mass of flesh, which is as huge as a castle, with a strong light emitting from its body, turning its flesh and blood The body is as transparent as amber, and the piled up internal organs and spider web-like blood vessels are clearly visible.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Burrog's eyes, and at the end of the dazzling light source, Burrog struggled to see a vague outline.

Silhouette of the palace.

The sound of breathing sounded again, and Bologo hid behind the rock skillfully, but this time he became much more relaxed, and even said that he couldn't help laughing.

"what are you laughing at?"

In her mind, Amy questioned loudly, she felt that Burlogo was crazy, and she could laugh in such a ghostly place.

Bologo responded from the bottom of his heart, "We are finally here, Amy, we are finally here!"

Amy was stunned for a moment, she could barely understand Burrog's mood, before those long years, Burrog charged towards this palace, and now he is finally going to do it
This matter has nothing to do with any camp, pros and cons, good or evil, it's just a strange sense of regret for Burlogo himself.

Like when you look forward to a roller coaster as a child and don't step on it for the first time as an adult, it seems to be the satisfaction of making up for the shortcomings of childhood...hell, whose satisfaction is this kind of thing ?

"How do we get in?"

Ai Miao asked back, originally thought that Saqin's authority could go directly to the inside of the Golden Palace, but now it seems that they all thought this matter simply.

"What else can we do? Where even the devils want to attack by force, there are no twists and turns for us."

Burrog took a deep breath and rushed out of the bunker while taking advantage of the gap of the Foehn wind. At this time, the ashes had not been absorbed back. Burrog watched the ashes dissipate, revealing one buried figure after another on the square.

It was a humanoid sculpture holding hands, all of them facing the direction of the Golden Palace, as if some kind of grand mysterious ceremony was being held.

Those were not statues, but people scorched into pillars of salt by the light.

After countless years, they still stand here, no matter how much the foehn blows and howls, it is just a thick layer of ash shell hanging on the bodies of these salt pillars.

In the message, Li Saqin once said that in addition to the ceremony in the banquet hall, ceremonies in other areas are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

An inexplicable emotion emerged from the bottom of Burrogo's heart. When the Holy City fell, the scholars of Raymond Gayton chose to commit suicide collectively in order to perform some mysterious ritual.

A grand sacrifice.

Who is this dedicated to?

No one answered, Foehn was approaching.

Boluoge saw another bunker in the distance, which was the wreckage of a steeple. It collapsed from a high altitude and shattered into ruins all over the place, forming a low wall that barely blocked the attack of the foehn.

Pulling out the resentment bite, on the pitch-black sword body, spots of sloughing sword oil appeared, and even the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. Bologo slashed forward vigorously, and then stood up through the cracks in the winding path.

The figure flashed behind the low wall, and a new round of Foehn had passed by, but this time there were some dissonant rhythms in the dead silent world.

There was a faint vibration on the ground, and the ashes also shook off. Before Bologo could think about it, a thick tentacles pierced the ashes, smashed the low wall fiercely, and rolled towards Bologo.

"We've been discovered!" Amy exclaimed, and then she remembered another thing, "The Silent Line!"

In order to curb the evil and light in this world, the Bureau of Order has set up a quiet line of defense in the abandoned land that can create an etheric vacuum.

Different from the absolutely closed reclamation room, there are many open areas in Raymond Gayton, such as the Ash Square, in Raymond Gayton, due to the virtual domain, there can still be a large amount of ether, but in the outside world, here But there was a dead silence, and Bologo's behavior of cutting open the winding path and fissure directly attracted the attention of the evil in this world.

"It would have been nice if it hadn't been sealed so strictly."

While complaining, Bologo moved around, and the saw ax swung violently, directly cutting the entire tentacles in half, but immediately after, the flesh and blood on the cut-off tentacles began to squirm violently, splitting into two parts, splitting into two parts. Four, in the blink of an eye, a group of dense, vine-like tentacles stretched out.

"Step aside!"

Bologo shouted loudly, the ether leaked into the entity, turned into a shock wave that swept through the flesh and blood, and shattered the tentacles in one fell swoop.

A new round of Foehn was gaining momentum, and at the same time, Bologo's counterattack had attracted the attention of the evil in this world. It was like an earthquake, and the surroundings were shaking, and giant tentacles came out one after another. At the same time, just as they were about to fall down one by one, completely crushing Bologo, a dazzling light burst out.

Bologo withdrew to the low wall and held his breath. The hot foehn burned the unprotected tentacles, and the flesh and blood were instantly scorched and festered. Even though this world has a strong resurrection ability, it The speed of resurrection can only be barely equal to that of Foehn, annihilated into ashes all over the sky.

Before the fiery storm subsided completely, Bologo flashed out of the bunker and began to run all the way. His current idea is very simple, that is, to go all the way recklessly.

Now that the light is fading, its strength is far from as strong as it was at the beginning. With the winding cracks opened by the sloughing sword oil, as long as Bologo seizes the opportunity, he has a high probability of directly avoiding the attack of the light. A sword cut into the Golden Palace.

The idea is very good, but when Bologo charged forward with the will to die, another etheric reaction appeared in Bologo's perception. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the etheric reaction. Above, a figure is falling at high speed, his goal is to bring disaster to this world.

In an instant, thousands of tentacles rose from the ground to meet the falling shadow. At the same time, a dense bone layer formed at the tip of the tentacles, transforming into a forest of bone spears, trying to tear up the figure, eat it dry and wipe it dry. net.

But just when the two were about to come into contact, the etheric reaction that was enough to suffocate Burlogo was released without any hesitation.

Burrog was familiar with that etheric response, the etheric response of the Glorious One from the Regent.

"how is this possible?"

Bologl looked up at all this in disbelief, an infinitely extending shadow blade rolled up countless ashes, and cut off all the bone spears neatly.

The falling shadow disappeared into the sky filled with minced flesh. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to fall silent, and then the giant amber-like flesh wriggled crazily.

It seemed to be tired of the long dormancy here, and it was about to wake up completely. Huge sarcoid tumors rapidly proliferated on the skin of the flesh and blood. Then they looked at one place again.

The evil of the world watched Borrog.

Facing such a terrifying behemoth, Bologo couldn't help slowing down. Looking at the countless eyes, Bologo suddenly had an absurd idea.

The disordered and insane monster regained its sanity.

Under Bologo's gaze, the flesh and blood trembled violently, easily shaking Raymond Gayton, countless ashes rose up, and the tentacles swept across, pushing down one pillar after another of salt.

Under the powerful blockade of the rapid resurrection of flesh and blood, the fading light was suppressed for a while, and all the flowing fire was sealed in the tough flesh and blood. Then several big bloody hands turned up from under the piled ashes. Press heavily on the ground, as if to support the whole body.

Burrog heard a series of deep crumbling sounds, as if the building was being torn apart and torn apart by great force.

So the magnificent and huge flesh and blood creation lifted up the burning Golden Palace bit by bit, held it up, and crawled inside Raymond Gayton, like a giant in mythology propping up the sky.