Endless Debt

The crowned one.

This highest level, which only exists in theoretical conception, has always been the highest realm that scholars have diligently pursued and explored. It is regarded as the ultimate manifestation of the power of the condenser. Its depth and mystery even make the devils obsessed with it. Race to compete.

The highest, holy crown.

Only by wearing this heavy crown can we truly break through the critical point and get rid of the power system originating from outsiders, and then free our individual will from the constraints and gain true freedom and liberation.

Once, this power was seen as an unattainable and crazy fantasy, but now, it is truly unfolding before the world's eyes.

The crowned person does not even need to exert any power, he just stands there quietly, and the weak power naturally revealed around him is enough to make everything around him feel suffocatingly heavy and oppressive.

"Power... pure power."

Sick, intoxicated voices echoed, followed by a burst of dark laughter and the sound of heavy footsteps.

Every rise and fall of the sound made the broken ground tremble slightly, until the abominable figure walked out of the sea of ​​​​fire, showing all of him to the world without reservation, that grotesque and perfect posture.

Seeing the appearance of that figure, Boluogo couldn't help but hold his breath.

Today, Servais is no longer the shriveled and skinny appearance he had before. With the restriction of One of Ten Thousands, the kingdom of gelatin has fully recovered, and a steady stream of blood rich in the philosopher's stone is pouring into his body.

That is the blood full of golden soul.

The golden blood was injected into Servais' body, like a miracle. He seemed to have regained his youth, and his body expanded into a giant under the complex etherification.

The remains of the secret sword guided by Xilin are now deeply embedded in Servais's body. They are like evil centipedes, twisting and clinging to his flesh and blood, and they are like entangled vines between each other, completely enveloping him. bondage.

Previously, these sharp blades could easily cut Servais and tear his skin, but now, they are closely connected with his flesh and blood and integrated into one.

Covered by layers of intertwined sword blades, Servais seemed to be wearing a pair of rugged blade armor, with every edge shining with a deadly cold light, making people shudder.

Servais moved forward slowly, each step accompanied by the rustling sound of blade armor rubbing against each other, sparks flying, as if playing a terrifying symphony for his arrival.

His shoulders and back were filled with sharp swords. These swords were arranged in an orderly manner, as if he was carrying a heavy weapon rack on his back, or like a monster being besieged by countless hunters. The spear and arrow feathers show wildness and ferocity.

The golden mask worn on Servais' face is now strangely and completely integrated with his face.

As his flesh and blood revived and expanded, the once brilliant and shining mask seemed to have been cursed by darkness and was shattered in all directions. Each fragment was like dried and broken soil, weakly attached to his face, reflecting his current situation. The ferocious and terrifying.

The original crown on top of his head had long since shattered and disappeared, replaced by a light-cast crown made of bundles of brilliant golden rays of light.

The diadem hung above Servais's head, and the light overflowed, surging like a golden torrent, reflecting Servais' current ferocious face and terrifying body.

As Servais said, in this supreme transformation, he has become the incarnation of the empire, but this empire is not the Kogadel Empire, but... the country of Jade.

"Xilin!"

Servais shouted loudly, his voice rippled clearly and spread out like a shock wave.

Xilin stood firmly in place, without wavering at all, but his eyes showed an unprecedented sense of solemnity, and his throat became a little dry, as if he was in a hot hell.

"Oh, and you, Boluogo."

Servais then looked at Bologg who was standing aside. Bologg also looked prepared. He had fought against many Glorious Ones and Devils, but this was the first time he faced the Crowned One.

"Do you want to continue? Everyone."

Servais smiled, and the gold inlaid on his face changed with the muscles, as if molten gold was poured on Servais's skin wantonly, and then cooled and solidified in the outline of his face, presenting a picture of both. A weird and gorgeous gesture.

"The Crowned One...the Most High Crowned One."

Boluogo did not respond immediately to Servais's words, but mumbled a few words to himself.

Unlike Xilin, who had almost zero understanding of the existence of the Crowned One, Boluogo roughly understood the meaning of the existence of the Crowned One from Leviathan... Hill.

The crowned ones are on the same level as the devils. The only difference is that the crowned ones do not have authority and original sin.

Thinking of this, Boluogo laughed self-deprecatingly. Even without authority and original sin, the Crowned One is still an overwhelming presence to the Glorious One.

Just as the Glorious One can kill the Glorious One, but has absolutely no effect on the devil, the gap between the two is the grand boundary between the mortal and the transcendent.

But... there is no hope of winning.

Since the previous attack by the One Thousand Ones on the Kingdom of Gel could interrupt Servais' coronation ceremony, then destroying the Kingdom of Gel may make Servis fall from the rank of crowned one. After all, the way for Servais to become the crowned one is through the huge golden soul. Once the soul is exhausted, no one knows what the result will be.

Thinking of this, Bologo was the first to respond, "I haven't killed the crowned one yet."

Before he finished speaking, Blogo's own alchemical matrix seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole, violently plundering the high-concentration ether around him, pouring them all into the ether, and forcibly filling up his missing power.

In the sharp stinging caused by the ether rainbow, Blogo said sternly.

"You can be the first!"

The power of the Glory surged and flew away. Blogo's figure twisted and changed under the influence of this power, and disappeared in an instant, leaving only the air explosion sound caused by high-speed movement echoing over the empty duel field.

At the same time, Xilin was not to be outdone. The power of control he controlled once again turned into an invisible storm, sweeping the entire duel field indiscriminately, further controlling and recruiting those already shaky buildings and venues, and turning them into his own use.

Large pieces of bricks, stones and flesh were lifted up under Xilin's will, intertwined and fused in mid-air, and cast into a deformed sword dozens of meters long.

The greatsword was dripping with blood, shaking countless tentacles, as if it was a demon soldier summoned from the abyss of hell.

Xilin used all his strength to drive this deformed greatsword to smash at Servis with the force of thunder. The huge sword shadow flashed by, like a meteorite falling from the sky, coming towards Servis with the momentum of destroying everything.

Facing this shocking blow, Servis seemed unusually calm. He stood in place, neither dodging nor avoiding, just raised his hand and mobilized the pure ether in his body.

The supreme power of the crowned one was stirring and surging in the alchemical matrix. If the glorious one was a piece of lake water, then he was an angry ocean.

In an instant, the high-concentration ether torrent was as dazzling as the gushing sun. The pure energy brought pure destructive power. Its energy level was so strong that it even easily broke the boundary of reality and turned into a dazzling white light that completely covered the deformed greatsword.

In this strong light that was difficult to look directly at, Xilin did not hear any explosions.

Apart from the manic wind sound, the only thing that could be distinguished was the sizzling sound that sounded like the corrosion of matter, which echoed in his ears. The sound seemed to be a strange movement from another world, which made people shudder.

After the light faded, the huge deformed sword had disappeared without a trace, and only the burning ashes fell in the air, embellishing the entire duel field like gray snowflakes.

Servis stood in the gray snowflakes, as if surrounded by a flock of crows, with a contemptuous smile on his broken golden face, as if he was laughing at Xilin's incompetence.

He was right to laugh at it. At this moment, Xilin was indeed an incompetent guy.

Xilin's tendency was extreme broadness and dullness, so he could easily mobilize thousands of troops, or use the suffocating field to ruthlessly compress one enemy after another into a ball of scarlet rotten meat.

Under this absolute power, Xilin is a true overlord, but when he faces an enemy who is even stronger than him, Xilin's power becomes mediocre.

Conventional dominators can't hurt Servis at all. In terms of ether hedging, Xilin, as a glorious one, is obviously no match for Servis, as a crowned one, not to mention using the field to attack.

Servis said, "I can smell the fear and despair in you... just like your father back then."

Xilin's eyes suddenly froze, and he stared at Servis with a sullen look. Servis calmly pulled out a twisted and deformed blade from his back. With the attachment of ether, the gap in the sword was filled with surging energy, as if the physical blade overlapped with the etheric sword, as if it could easily cut through the hard rock.

"Do you know what he said before he died?"

Servis grinned, and the sword in his hand suddenly slashed to one side, and then the sound of a galloping explosion approached.

He predicted the trajectory of Blogo's attack and intercepted him accurately. Blogo failed to kill him and could only fight back with his sword and axe.

Metals collided fiercely, and dazzling sparks flew everywhere.

"Oh, actually I don't remember clearly what he said."

Servis said to himself while swinging his sword with one hand, suppressing Blogo with a rock-like force, making him unable to move.

Blogo tried to use Infinite Sharpness to break through Servis's defense again, but this time, Servis was already prepared. The ether collided with each other, and the twisted ripples continued.

Servis laughed wildly and suddenly raised the blade, "Anyway, everyone says almost the same thing before they die."

Blogo just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had a chance to breathe, but the blade adjusted its position in an instant and chopped down fiercely again.

The blades collided again, and in the deafening sound, although Blogo's sword and axe did not break, his hands holding the sword and axe were strangely bent under the impact of this huge force.

Blogo felt that his bones were broken, and his internal organs seemed to be shattered. A stream of sweet and fishy taste surged from his throat, bringing a feeling of suffocation.

Taking a step back, Blogo tried to stabilize his body that was about to fall, and then quickly activated the Gift of Time Axis to try to restore his broken hands.

Before his hands were fully restored, Servis's voice sounded again.

"They are all saying, I don't want to die, please spare me, I want to live..."

The words echoed in Blogo's ears like a vicious curse. He raised his head in a trance, only to see Servis calmly taking another rough sword blade from his back.

Although Servis's movements were not fast, every inch of his movement was clearly reflected in Blogo's eyes. Although he saw it so clearly, he still could not avoid the fatal blow.

The sharp blade pierced Blogo's chest without any hindrance, piercing his body completely.

Due to the height difference, Servis directly raised the blade and lifted Blogo high. Blood flowed along the blade, dripping on the ground, staining a large area red.

"Look, no matter how great a hero is, when facing the cruel end of death, he will panic like a child."

Servis's voice became low, as if he was mocking everyone involved in this death fight, and as if he was defending his cowardice.

The heavy field collapsed from all directions, Xilin's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he launched a series of attacks on Servis frantically. The invisible force was like a heavy hammer, hitting him repeatedly, but it was difficult to shake his figure.

Servis stood like a god, with blue arcs jumping around him... It was not an arc, but a crack in the etheric world that was constantly breaking and healing.

His power was too heavy for the material world. With just a slight burst, it could easily crush reality.

"Cowardly, just cowardly, you talk too much nonsense!"

The curse sounded along with the cold light of the sword tip. In a few seconds, Blogo's hands had healed miraculously.

He did not choose to break free from the blade that pierced his chest, but with a resolute attitude, he raised the sword and axe in his hand again, gathered all his strength, and smashed it down at Servis.

Servis' eyes burned with golden flames, staring at Blogo, and a deep chill rose from Blogo's heart and quickly spread throughout his body.

In front of this inexplicable power, Blogo suddenly found himself unable to move, as if he was firmly bound by invisible shackles.

Waves of unbearable pain erupted from his body. Blog watched his skin begin to bulge strangely, as if some terrible vitality was wriggling. They drilled out from under the skin, and dense granules grew and spread wildly, devouring Blog's entire arm at an alarming speed.

These were the blood seeds left in Blog's body by the Blood Crystal Sword. Under the power of Servis, they were instantly detonated. Groups of granules were like parasites, wreaking havoc in Blog's body and tearing his body apart.

In a blink of an eye, most of Blog's body had been stained red with blood, and pain and anger were intertwined in his heart.

Blog was not knocked down by the pain, but with the unstoppable anger in his heart, he resolutely swung the resentment bite in his hand and completely cut off his entire mutated arm.

The broken limb flew out with blood, and the saw axe in his hand slammed heavily to the ground, and the axe blade was deeply embedded in the hard soil and stone.

Servis twisted the blade. As the crowned one, he possessed power beyond imagination.

The blade just turned a circle on Blogo's chest, crushing the flesh and bones, forming a bloody hole, and then the blade suddenly pulled outward, tearing Blogo's body into pieces.

The intense pain made Blogo's consciousness blurred. He was thrown out heavily and fell to the ground, bleeding.

Under the suppression of the crowned one's ether, Blogo's various defenses, only the critical point of the soul can hold for a while, and the other lines of defense will be easily penetrated.

Blogo struggled a few times, he tried to stand up, but his body seemed to be out of control and couldn't move.

Servis held the two swords and strode towards Blogo. Xilin repeatedly launched attacks on one side, but it didn't have much effect on him.

The light of the scarlet cross flashed repeatedly. Xilin tried to buy some time for Blogo, but Servis seemed to be able to sense their intentions and see the trajectory of each slash.

Xilin's violent and torrential attack was resolved one by one by the slashing of the two swords. It can even be said that Servis still had the strength to fight back. He stabbed the scarlet cross that had not yet closed. The blade passed through the barrier of space and cut open Xilin's abdomen.

After another scarlet cross flashed, Xilin half-knelt not far away, leaning on the sword with one hand and covering the wound on his abdomen with the other hand.

Xilin could feel that Servis was fully capable of inflicting serious injuries on him, but he seemed to be teasing himself... He not only wanted to kill himself, but also to defeat his mind.

The crowned one... This supreme power is like a throne made of steel. No matter how the sword is swung and chopped, it will only leave a series of mottled scratches.

Servis glanced at Xilin, and then he raised his sword and walked towards Blogo.

The pressure of the Crowned One spread without reservation, and the high-concentration ether flow mercilessly hit all the materials it touched, forming a field of death around Servis.

Blogo tried hard to raise his body. He knew very well that once he was hit by the full force of the Crowned One, not only would his body collapse, but even the alchemical matrix would be severely damaged.

In the past, such a terrible injury was not a big problem for Blogo. After all, he was an immortal and would always come back.

But now it is different. Once he dies in the hands of the Crowned One and is killed by this supreme power at the same level as the devil, Blogo may really be wiped out of immortality... Even if he is not wiped out of immortality, according to the power of the Axis of Time, it will take a very long time to reshape and revive himself.

After the long period of waiting for resurrection, perhaps everything in the material world has long been wiped out.

You can't fall down, at least you can't fall down here.

Boluogo stretched out his broken arm with difficulty, and the strap of the saw-axe penetrated into his flesh and blood, clinging to the bones. Although the arm was broken, the bloody connection remained, like a slender line, connecting Borogo is connected to the Sawaxe.

Blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting.

An engine-like roar erupted from Boluogo's body, and dense jagged blades grew under the cracked and damaged wounds. The body that should have fallen stood up again strangely under the control of this violent force, scarlet red. The leather straps quickly contracted, and the saw-axe rose into the air and landed steadily in front of Boluogo, entangled with his bones that pierced his flesh and blood.

Although the sin of wrath has disappeared, it is the will that has disappeared, not the power. This original sin still exists in the world and is controlled by Hill.

Seeing Bologo's shaky figure stand up again, Servais quickly approached. His offensive was not fancy, just simple slashing and piercing. But it was such an ordinary attack, with the blessing of the power of the crowned one. But it can open up the world.

The distance between the two quickly narrowed, and Boluogo tried to take a few steps back to distance himself. In his current state, facing Servais again, he had no chance of winning.

Seeing Boluogo in a desperate situation, Xilin in the distance hit the pillar of royal power under his feet without hesitation.

With rounds of violent shocks, the duel field collapsed piece by piece and collapsed downwards. Under another violent blow from Xilin, the entire ground completely collapsed, and the collapse quickly spread to the two of them.

The soles of Servais's feet were suddenly in the air, and his figure swayed, falling directly towards the endless darkness below. The spreading crack suddenly stopped in front of Boluogo, and was accurately controlled by Xilin.

At this critical moment, the radiance of the ether suddenly erupted. Servais jumped high from the shattered crack, and the sword blade in his hand suddenly fell like a guillotine with a sharp sound of breaking wind.

Boluogo knew that this trick would not be able to delay Servais, but he did not expect that the other party was so fast, with almost no delay.

The shiny sword blade reflected Bologg's enlarged face. Bologg knew that he would never be able to block the blow, but he still stubbornly raised the sword and ax and made this last fight.

At this critical moment, a sharp whistling sound came from his side. Bologg glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a cyan trajectory speeding towards him at an alarming speed.

That's Palmer! At this critical moment, the roar of a sonic boom resounded through the sky, and at his limit, his speed was actually a few points faster than Servais.

"Damn it!"

Boluogo exclaimed in his heart. Ever since the battle with Servais began, Palmer has been wandering around the edges of the battlefield, harassing the Silent Ones.

In Burlogo's view, Palmer should continue his work rather than get involved in this battle with the crowned one. In this confrontation of supreme power, even the glorious one can hardly protect himself, let alone him. The keeper is gone.

However, Palmer still rushed forward without hesitation, and his figure became clearer in the howling wind. This time, Palmer was not here to attack, but to rescue Boluogo.

"Don't come!"

Boluogo tried to shout to stop Palmer, but his throat was already filled with sharp blades, and his voice was broken into wisps, making it difficult to distinguish.

Servais also noticed Palmer's gallop. He jumped up in mid-air and quickly threw his sword at Palmer. With the crowned man's full strength, every move he made was enough to trigger a mysterious energy. Shocking effect.

The cold light struck the galloping figure. Servais could have predicted that scene. The blade roughly penetrated Palmer's body, and then under the influence of Palmer's own inertia, he cut himself off. Into a sticky mess…

Suddenly, Palmer seemed to have stepped on something, and his ankle twisted in a strange direction. Then, the speeding cyan figure staggered a few steps.

Servais was stunned for a moment, and Boluoge was also a little distracted by this scene.

Palmer's speed dropped sharply, and then his whole body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. Under the influence of inertia, he rolled at high speed.

The blade hit the ground and shattered a piece of solid stone.

In the lingering sound of rumbling, Palmer was knocked out of the smoke unscathed and somewhat embarrassed. After staggering a few more steps, he stabilized his balance and ran quickly.

Palmer hugged Boluogo and led him out of Servais's attack range at high speed.

The astonishing ether reaction expanded and exploded from behind the two of them, and the chaotic air currents stung their skin.

Palmer seemed completely unaware of the danger he had just been in. He shouted excitedly, "I found out that my luck today is surprisingly good!"

Boluogo was led out of the duel field by Palmer and jumped into the sky. Looking back, Servais still wanted to pursue, but was entangled by Xilin who reacted. The ether roared and was about to melt. A new round of storm broke out in the ruined dueling arena.

"You...you are indeed very lucky, especially today."

Burlogo nodded blankly, confirming Palmer's miraculous luck. Any other defender would have been killed by Servais' sword long ago, but this bastard managed to escape in such a ridiculous way.

A melodious whale cry sounded, and Bologo followed the sound and saw that the entire Pillar of Kingship had turned into a scarlet pillar covered with tentacles and vines. It extended endless blood threads, like a devil's claw, tightly tying the One of Ten Thousand together.

The two behemoths were close to each other, and the wailing and howling on the Pillar of Kingship continued. The One of Ten Thousand also wailed, repeatedly mobilizing a large amount of ether to cast the fatal light spot, and then released it.

The amazing explosions continued, and the glow of ether flickered repeatedly.

While the One of Ten Thousand was parasitized and sucked blood by the Pillar of Kingship bit by bit, the One of Ten Thousand was also constantly attacking the depths of the Pillar of Kingship. The continuous bombardment of ether had already dug a burning deep hole in its solid flesh and blood barrier. Inside the blood hole, there was something huge and undulating, and waves came.

Blogo blinked hard, barely able to see what was deep inside the bloody hole, and he shouted in surprise, "I know how to kill him."

"How?"

Palmer glided in the air with Blogo, and while flying rapidly, he did not forget to dodge the scarlet tentacles that shot out.

"Pierce that heart, the heart that controls the Kingdom of Condensation. As long as it is destroyed, the coronation ceremony can be terminated, and in this way, Servis will lose the power of the crowned!"

Blogo said happily, now he understood why the One of Ten Thousands had been continuously attacking the Pillar of Kingship. From the beginning, the One of Ten Thousands' goal was to destroy the core heart and end the Kingdom of Condensation.

In order to ensure the smooth operation, the One of Ten Thousands first used a large-scale plague of decay, and then came to fight by himself. Even if this series of actions failed, the rift in the etheric realm opened by Hill was also swallowing up the Pillar of Kingship bit by bit, exiling the core heart into the etheric realm, interfering with the operation of the Kingdom of Condensation.

It was just the last resort, and it would take some time to completely engulf the Pillar of Kingship, and this time was enough for Servis to kill everyone.

As if his mind was opened, Blogo shouted to Xilin, who was fighting with Servis in the duel arena that had become a ruin.

"Xilin, hold him back! Find a way to put pressure on him and make him use his real power!"

Blogo continued to shout, "The Crowned One is an existence at the same level as the devil, an existence that the material world cannot accommodate. As long as he uses all the power of the Crowned One, he will inevitably be exiled to the Ether Realm."

Xilin quickly dodged Servis's fatal slashes, and he tried to listen to Blogo's words among the crumbling rubble.

"As long as Servis is exiled to the Ether Realm, his connection with the Kingdom of Solidification will be cut off, and then the coronation ceremony will end, and he will fall back to the Glory One again!"

This is the possibility that Blogo deduced. It is not so easy to be promoted to the Crowned One. At present, Servis has the highest power and is simply burning this endless soul.

If Servis wants to truly wear this supreme crown, then he needs the sacrifice of the entire Kogadel Empire.

Fortunately, the Kogadel Empire is large enough. Even if the Nation of Condensed Slurry kills the entire population, it will take a long time to condense the huge Philosopher's Stone into the core heart.

It sounds extremely cruel, but it is also one of the few good news.

"Is that so?"

Xilin took a deep breath, and his body felt the pain brought by the exploding rubble in the continuous retreat. These fragments shot at him like sharp arrows, and each blow left a little bruise on his body.

Servis's figure was shrouded in burning ether. He looked like a majestic god, and also like a demon alienated from the abyss of hell.

His existence itself seemed to be a kind of daunting power that made people unable to look directly at it.

With the collapse of the last bit of support, the entire duel arena collapsed suddenly to the next level, and the black stone throne symbolizing supreme power fell to the side and was buried by endless rubble.

At this moment, it looked no different from an ordinary wreckage, and its former glory and majesty vanished in an instant.

Xilin stared at the figure of Servis who attacked again, and murmured to himself, "Stop him, or force him to use all his strength... You really trust me, Blog."

Blog's request seemed simple, but for Xilin it was a test of life and death.

"It's okay... It's no big deal."

Xilin's eyes gradually became fanatical, as if he had lost his mind.

There was only the burning murderous intent and the anger of revenge in his mind. For this day, he had paid too much... He gave up his soul and became a servant of the devil.

Compared with what Xilin had paid before, the so-called death seemed a bit too cheap to him.

The ether burned fiercely, and the alchemical matrix was fully operational.

Xilin growled and stopped dodging. The Scarlet Cross bloomed directly in front of Servis. Servis thought Xilin was going to use some conspiracy, but he never thought that Xilin's figure appeared directly from the light, and the Core Flame Sword slashed at him heavily.

Servis shouted, "How long do you plan to struggle!"

"The moment I die!"

Xilin responded, and the power of the devil was released without reservation in the furious ether.

Protection: Soul Sucking and Soul Usurping!

Xilin could not be as infinitely sharp as Blogo, and then disintegrate the opponent's defense from the microscopic, etheric level, but he had the protection of jealousy and the power of plunder.

Frequent use of the protection will make Xilin's mind dark, and will also make his alchemical matrix on the verge of collapse under the high-intensity ether flushing... But at this time, who would care about these?

The ether around Servis surged violently under the plunder of the devil's power. Xilin roared, and his alchemical matrix seemed to have turned into a bottomless black hole at this moment, madly devouring the surrounding ether.

The ether poured into the matrix like a violent torrent. Although fatal cracks appeared on the trajectory of the glare, Xilin had no intention of stopping.

Within a few seconds, Xilin's ether was filled to the extreme, and his body seemed to have returned to its peak state, exuding suffocating power.

The power of control broke out in Xilin's body, shaking the world again. In the roaring sound, Servis felt as if the whole world was pressing on him, but he did not show any sign of bending, but stood firmly.

In the rolling smoke and dust, the position where the two were located collapsed again.

Exquisite paintings, expensive crafts, majestic statues, all these things that symbolize the glory of the Kogadel royal family are constantly heading towards destruction.

"Even the devil is not eternal, why do you still want to be immortal?"

Xilin fell into madness, holding the Core Flame Sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and then slashed it down like thunder, back and forth, the sword sounded like thunder, and the sea of ​​fire was wanton.

Xilin tried his best in every attack. Under such a hysterical attack, his own ether was soon on the verge of exhaustion again, and at this time, Xilin did not hesitate to activate the protection again.

Protection·Soul Sucking and Soul Usurping!

Xilin used all means to plunder Servis's ether and weakened his power as much as possible. Even though this repeated absorption had caused his alchemical matrix to be full of cracks, and even heated up and almost melted, he had no intention of stopping at all.

The furious sword force set off a continuous anger, surging like a tide in these layers of courts and chambers.

Blogo, who was outside the Pillar of Kingship, noticed Xilin's horrifying etheric reaction. He could not imagine how Xilin could maintain his high-intensity etheric output, and it was also clear that Xilin was already fighting for his life.

"Hold on, Xilin."

Blogo muttered in a low voice. He and Xilin did not communicate much, but the same goal of revenge and similar life made them resonate in many aspects.

"Forward! Palmer!"

Blogo signaled to Palmer, and Palmer simply chopped up a tornado, cutting off the many blood threads that attacked in the air.

"Hold on!"

Palmer shouted while accelerating in the air. He was like a flying bird, leaning down and rushing to the bottom of the One in the Million, the fatal gap repeatedly bombed by the One in the Million, and rushed into the scarlet blood hole.

The two approached the blood hole at high speed. The Pillar of Kingship itself seemed to sense the approaching threat. Blood threads all over the sky erupted, rolling towards the two like a tsunami.

In order to maintain high-speed movement, Palmer no longer had the extra strength to deal with this threat, not to mention that as a defender, could he really destroy such a large area of ​​blood threads?

Blogo was still in a weak state. Even if the Axis of Time had healed most of his body in time, the blood seeds rooted in his body were still like a stubborn disease and difficult to remove, not to mention that Blogo's ether had been consumed by most of it.

"Keep going!"

An abrupt roar came from the sky, accompanied by the ether reaction of the Glory One, and a sharp flash of light flashed across, instantly cutting the blood threads all over the sky into pieces.

In the flying blood, Blog saw the other party clearly. Albert's figure stretched freely in the air. Even at this time, he still wiped the blood on the saber slowly.

"You go and deal with the heart, and leave the rest to us!"

As soon as Albert's voice fell, a blazing white sun expanded and exploded, blazing along the bloody surface of the Pillar of Kingship.

Above this day, countless speechless people jumped in, and the continuous ether reaction set off a new round of rainstorms.

The crazy melee spread from the duel field to all directions. Blog and Palmer fell heavily to the ground. Without waiting for a rest, Blog immediately stood up, dragged his sword and axe, and ran towards the heart deep in the blood hole, and Palmer followed closely.

As the two rushed towards the core heart, the endless pursuers were intercepted by Albert and Nathanil outside the blood hole.

Naisani panted heavily, trying to mobilize the few ethers in his body, while Albert gracefully raised his saber and stood in front of him.

"Time really doesn't spare anyone."

Albert sighed softly. On the bright blade, his face had aged a lot, and his pale hair extended from his temples.

"But... the timing is just right."

Albert was like a tiger, swinging a deadly sword forward.