Endless Debt

The criss-crossing sword light cut into pieces the swarming flesh and blood, and the broken blood foam flew. Albert paid attention to avoid them, but he was still splashed with a little blood, which made him frown uncontrollably. .

In fact, Albert is not a mysophobic guy. It’s just that in the era in which he lived, Albert was educated to be a truly strong man since he was a child, and a truly strong man no matter what time or place he is. Everyone must remain calm and decent, even if they are about to be beheaded by a guillotine in the next second, they must not show a trace of panic.

In theory, this kind of education did not have any big problems in that era. Even now, it is understandable. However, Albert studied so well that he deeply ingrained this series of rules into himself. In his bones, he still persists even at this time.

"Speaking of it, for so many years, I have been relying on one person to survive, but I am not like a sleeper like that, sleeping directly in the dark and doing nothing."

Even in the face of countless twisted and abominable things, Albert still slashed unhurriedly and still had time to communicate with Nathaniel.

"I am like a bystander, watching the changes in the Bureau of Order. This feeling is amazing. I have witnessed many new people joining the company, and many old employees have retired. I have also seen major events that change the world...the wheels of history are rolling. forward."

Nathaniel did not respond to Albert's words. The alchemy matrix was full of soul scars, and he was not as calm as Albert.

The fatal heat energy swept in all directions, burning the flesh and blood that was trying to squirm and close the blood holes into solid coke.

Hot blood flowed from Nathaniel's feet, and he saw that the entire stomach-like wall began to squirm violently, with deformed bulges emerging one after another, and then flesh-and-blood creatures emerged from it, roaring. Rush towards them.

"I have been paying attention to you for a long time, Nathaniel," Albert continued. "From my perspective, you and I should be considered acquaintances. I have been paying attention to you since the day you joined the company. , I have witnessed you become the deputy director and even reach this point."

Nathaniel adjusted his breathing and yelled in response, "Should I say you are a peeping tom?"

Hearing this answer, Albert burst out laughing, and then, the saber in his hand flashed a fatal arc again, knocking down the flesh and blood creations one after another.

It's just that this time Albert's movements seemed a little sluggish. The longer he stayed away from the One of All, the faster he aged. Not to mention, Albert gradually noticed that these flesh and blood creations were gradually getting stronger.

"Peeping Tom?"

Albert murmured to himself, "Actually, I think I should be considered a kind of watcher, right?"

The saber was embedded in the body of the flesh and blood creation again, and Albert frowned. The flesh and blood that could be torn apart in one fell swoop before seemed to be cut into the rock this time, unable to move.

Albert decisively held the saber with both hands, and the ether was vibrating. With absolute power, he forcibly killed the flesh and blood creation in front of him.

The corpse was broken and fell. Before it completely hit the ground, it was rolled up by the tentacles extending from the stomach wall for digestion and recycling. Albert noticed a hint of golden color in the flowing scarlet blood.

The rolling heat wave passed behind Albert. Nathaniel risked the meltdown of the alchemical matrix and forcibly increased the output of power, burning several approaching flesh and blood creations to ashes in one fell swoop.

The ether swelled again, and the secret energy was ready to go out. Nathaniel shouted, "I don't think now is a good time to be nostalgic."

"I think so too."

This time Albert agreed with Nathaniel's idea, and then he said, "These monsters are getting stronger and stronger, and even the power of the Glorious Ones is finding it difficult to kill them."

Nathaniel also noticed this situation and asked, "What do you think is going on?"

While he was asking questions, roaring explosions came from above their heads. The Ten Thousand Ones were still struggling, even though it had almost lost its original appearance at this moment, and its body was filled with huge tumors, almost To be integrated with the Pillar of Royal Power.

But above the crowd, those figures stood still, neither panicked nor afraid, as if they were waiting for something.

"The land of jelly!"

Albert struggled to cut away another deformed figure and shouted, "Those endless golden souls are strengthening all the flesh and blood here. Not only Servis, but also the Pillar of King Power has received a huge increase!”

The warm blood splashed on Albert's body, and there was a sticky and nauseating feeling. However, no matter how mysophobic Albert was, it was unbearable. Under such circumstances, he had no time to deal with his own hygiene problems. .

The saber slashed repeatedly, and his own ether overflowed outwards indiscriminately, suppressing the blood attached to his body. If he was not careful, the blood would become highly activated and turn into clusters of scarlet granulation, turning himself into body swallowed.

"We can't regard Servais and the Pillar of Kingship as two different things," Albert shouted following his intuition, "They are one body, one will be prosperous and one will be damaged!"

"Hell, you shouldn't tell me this!" Nathaniel's eyes turned red, and his burning iron fist dented the flesh and blood creation in front of him. "You should tell Bologo this!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm still old. My reactions are so slow."

Albert's figure suddenly accelerated and rushed to Naisaniel's side. He slashed his saber horizontally, rolling up a huge semi-arc, and cut the flesh and blood creatures in the range one after another.

He used all his strength to successfully cut a piece of pure land in the dense encirclement. The flesh and blood creatures fell one after another and were recovered by the Pillar of Kingship. More flesh and blood creatures were wriggling behind the stomach wall, and it would take some time to get out. Countless flesh buds were dancing wildly in the corner. It felt like being swallowed into the stomach by a monster...

It felt like it was not much different.

Albert raised his hand and put it on Naisaniel's shoulder. They successfully repelled a round of attacks from the Pillar of Kingship and gained some breathing space.

Outside the blood hole, many blood threads and tentacles rushed in, but fortunately, the cover of the Ten Thousand Ones came in time. The high concentration of ether exploded in the air, and the huge flesh and blood exploded into balls of fire, and the scarlet blood rain continued.

A large amount of blood poured in, gathering into a scarlet stream. Albert stared at the blood stream, watching it flow deeper into the blood hole.

This blood hole was completely dug out by the power of the masses. Looking at it, it looked like a huge mass of flesh and blood and misplaced buildings piled together in a chaotic manner, forming a twisted and hateful combination.

Along with the ups and downs of the heartbeat deep in the Pillar of Kingship, like an earthquake, this deep blood hole was still shrinking regularly. At the end of it, the figures of Blog and Palmer had disappeared. Only their etheric reactions and the undercurrent of blood surging under the flesh and blood could be vaguely felt.

"I have imagined the cruelty of the End War," Naisaniel whispered, "but imagination can never catch up with reality."

"I can understand your thoughts. Just like the day when the Scorched Earth Rage first broke out, I just thought it was just an ordinary local war."

Albert smiled and recalled the past, "That day, I went to the beach to swim in the afternoon... Who would have thought that this war would last so long and have such a wide impact."

Naisaniel wiped the sweat from his face and looked at the legendary first-generation director in front of him. Naisaniel can be said to have listened to the story of this first-generation director and worked his way from a grassroots employee to a deputy director.

Even though he has been fighting side by side with Albert for some time, Naisaniel still feels unreal.

Not only that, everything at the moment is full of unreality.

In the brief silence, Albert suddenly said, "Think about it carefully, it's really heavy."

"What's wrong?"

Naisaniel was extremely tired, not only physically but also mentally. In this gap, his mind would hardly think about anything actively, but focused on recovering his physical strength, waiting for the next round of battle like a machine.

"Every minute and every second now, thousands of people die in the country of condensed pulp... Don't you feel heavy and depressed? If we can solve the country of condensed pulp a little earlier, we can save many people invisibly."

Albert sighed, "As a result, we are chatting here and wasting time."

"Actually, it's not a waste of time."

Albert added, "Even if we rush up, it's just a meaningless death. This feeling of powerlessness makes people feel worse."

Naisaniel blinked. Now his attention can only be focused on these things at the moment. What Albert said, thousands of people, is just a line of cold numbers to him at this moment.

"I thought you would be a taciturn and extremely cold guy," Naisaniel tried to cheer up, "I didn't expect you to think so much, much more flesh and blood than I expected."

"Hahaha, don't imagine such things," Albert smiled, "Maybe in the eyes of other staff, you, the deputy director, are also guessed to be such a person?"

Naisaniel reacted for a while and showed an ugly smile.

Suddenly, the flesh and blood around him began to wriggle violently again, interrupting the conversation between the two. Naisaniel understood that the rest time was over. One by one, the flesh and blood creatures drilled out of the stomach wall. Under the scarlet and transparent body surface, the golden veins flowing in their bodies could be vaguely seen.

That was the golden soul and golden blood.

After being strengthened by the Kingdom of Solidification, these flesh and blood creatures were more difficult to deal with than one another. If the two were not the Glory Ones, they would have fallen in this continuous attack.

The battle became fierce and difficult again. Naisaniel output his own ether as steadily as possible to avoid triggering the influence of the soul scar on the alchemy matrix.

In this situation, Nasanil was almost completely absorbed by controlling his ether, and could only fight based on his subconscious instincts.

Bloodstains bloomed on Nasanil's body, and he became bloody. Many delicate granulations grew on the edge of the wound, but before they fully erupted, they were burned into pieces by the scorching flames.

Nasanil endured the pain, and his mind became slightly dazed. He was able to fight until now, relying entirely on his obsession.

He caught a glimpse of Albert from the corner of his eye. He was also covered with scars, and with many wounds, Albert became older and older. His hair almost turned gray, and his originally handsome face was covered with wrinkles.

Time flew by Albert, but his spirit was still young.

The flashing saber chopped the flesh and blood creation next to Nethaniel into pieces. Albert helped up the crumbling Nethaniel. He smiled, and the wrinkles on his face knitted together.

"It's endless..."

Nathaniel's voice was intermittent, and he noticed that the flesh and blood around him was squirming again. This time it was not that flesh and blood creations were about to swarm over, but that the flesh-formation of the Pillar of King Power entered the next stage.

In the area where the two of them were, there was no longer any brick, stone or steel to speak of, only scarlet flesh and blood remained forever.

Therefore, the Pillar of Royal Power fully controlled this area, and large chunks of flesh proliferated from the gap, and the stomach wall also expanded rapidly, moving towards the two of them.

Nathaniel subconsciously wanted to escape from this terrible place, but he stopped abruptly as soon as he lifted his feet. He thought of Boluogo and Palmer who were still deep in the Blood Cave. If he left, the two of them would undoubtedly become the prey of the Pillar of King Power.

However, staying here is also a dead end. Scarlet flesh has surrounded them, and the oppressive atmosphere is suffocating, as if even the last hope of survival has been taken away.

"It seems that the time has come to sacrifice oneself."

Nathaniel broke away from Albert's support and stood up straight alone. The only remaining ether in his body slowly rose, illuminating his damaged alchemy matrix once again.

As the light became more and more dazzling, the alchemy matrix suddenly flashed a few times. Nethanil's rising momentum immediately weakened, and he half-knelt on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing out blood.

Nathaniel was in a daze for a moment, and after realizing his current powerlessness, he cursed violently and hammered the ground.

The emotional loss of control only lasted for a few seconds. Nathaniel raised his head and said slightly sadly, "It seems that this is my limit."

Nathaniel originally wanted to release his secret power with all his strength for the last time, using the absolute burning and heat to turn himself into a blazing sun, completely burning this piece of flesh and blood, opening a way for Borogo and Palmer to return. .

But under these successive battles, the excessive ether soul scars further proliferated like wounds that were repeatedly broken and healed, gradually limiting Nathaniel's power.

Nethaniel wanted to ignore the restrictions of the soul scar, risk the meltdown of his alchemical matrix, and sacrifice himself to detonate it all, but in the end, his own ether reserves were simply not enough to support this suicide attack.

A great sense of powerlessness swept through Nethaniel's body and mind. He rarely fell into such a predicament. Even during the Secret War, he had never been in such a mess.

Albert stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled Nathaniel up, "You can't die, Nathaniel, you haven't witnessed the last moment yet?"

"The last moment?" Nathaniel looked at the shrinking flesh and blood and asked doubtfully, "What else can there be?"

"Nature is a new world and a new order."

Albert was surprisingly optimistic, and even at this moment, he could still laugh.

Before he finished speaking, Albert slashed a torrent of ether toward the shrinking gap, and the pure ether erupted in the form of pure energy, like an infinitely extending sword of glory.

Nathaniel looked at Albert in surprise. He never expected that after fighting to such an extent, Albert could still have such a sufficient amount of ether. Then, a powerful attraction came from him. Albert's body burst out, ruthlessly calling on the surrounding ether.

Etheric Siphon.

A large amount of ether poured into Albert's body again, opening tiny cracks in the alchemical matrix. The cracks gathered together and turned into scars that traversed the path.

"Why, didn't I mention it?" Albert once again slashed out a torrent of ether, picking out carrion like a hot knife, "I am a glorious person of the Origin School, and it couldn't be easier for me to control ether. "

Albert then grabbed an etheric sword out of thin air and pierced a flesh-and-blood creature that was trying to get closer.

Ripples of ether erupted and spread in all directions, forcibly suppressing the flesh and blood that were trying to heal. In the surging light, Albert stopped smiling and his expression became serious.

"Nathaniel, you have to live. Just like a movie needs an audience, our epic also needs a witness."

Albert picked up Nathaniel's collar and dragged the tall guy out of the gap. In Nathaniel's memory, this must be the first time that he was dragged away like this.

"You can have other people witness it."

Nathaniel vaguely knew what Albert wanted to do. He wanted to break away from Albert's hand, but he couldn't muster the strength.

The only ether he had left was barely maintaining his etherification to ensure that he would not die immediately. Many wriggling flesh sprouts grew out of the wounds, and Nathaniel felt like a rotten corpse covered with maggots.

"Others? Others don't have talents like you," Albert shouted, "Not only do I need you to survive and witness all this, I also need you to lead the Bureau of Order to rebuild a new order after this. "

Nathaniel felt that his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them, "Reconstruction? What are you talking about?"

"That's what it means literally," Albert condensed a bolt of etheric lightning and knocked down another flesh and blood creation, "rebuilding a new order!"

Nathaniel said lowly, "Everything is going to be ruined. Is there any new order left?"

"Ruined? Who said we are doomed to lose? On the contrary, I think we are doomed to win... We are destined to win!"

Albert's voice was cheerful. Even though he was covered with wounds and blood, he still showed a confident and calm smile. He dragged Nathanir to chop down one flesh and blood creature after another, forcibly blocking the closed stomach wall.

Under repeated slashing, the saber gradually became covered with gaps, the blade was bumpy, and the blade was also covered with cracks. After another strong slashing, the saber was completely broken, and countless metal fragments flew.

Albert held the empty hilt, and a trace of nostalgia and pity flashed in his eyes, as if it was not only the saber that was shattered, but also the long memories he had spent with this weapon.

Letting go, Albert simply threw away the broken hilt, grabbed an ether sword, and laughed and chopped down one figure after another that got in the way.

Outside the bloody hole, the One of the Ten Thousand was devoured by the Pillar of Kingship. Except for the figures at the whale's head, its huge body was completely covered in scarlet, and its tentacles slowly locked, as if countless huge roundworms were entrenched on its body.

The impact of the ether was weak, and the blood rain continued.

In addition to the counterattack of the Pillar of Kingship, the Silent Ones also chased here. They did not share the power of the Kingdom of Solidification, but as the overall number decreased, the individual power of the Silent Ones also advanced to the stage of the powerless.

Albert let go of Nathanir, and he fell heavily to the ground. After whimpering a few times, Nathanir turned over with difficulty, mobilized the remaining ether, and released the rising heat wave, burning many of the granulations that drilled out of the wound, but soon, another batch of them grew wildly.

The sharp pain tortured Nathanir. After being strengthened by the Kingdom of Solidification, these flesh and blood became extremely difficult.

Looking up hard at the figure that had become somewhat hunched, Naisaniel realized that Albert had aged a lot in this short period of time, but the smile on his face remained. After freeing his hands, he grasped two etheric swords, and the dazzling light flashed, as if two thunders were held in his hands.

Naisaniel endured the severe pain, tore off a piece of granulation on his body, and asked, "Why are you so confident?"

"Because... because I am very confident, Naisaniel, we will definitely win." Albert said blindly, "Absolutely."

Albert believed all this so firmly, and this almost blind trust lasted for decades, almost turning into a spell that was chanted repeatedly, a prophecy that was destined to come true.

Before the voice fell.

As if a fantasy had come true, the flesh and blood creatures around them that were ready to go suddenly trembled in pain, and even the stomach walls that were closing in were also wriggling violently, and the sticky liquid was secreted non-stop, just like a person constantly retching gastric juice, until the entire pillar of royal power shook a little.

A huge wail resounded from the depths of the flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood under Albert's feet spasmed helplessly. After a brief pain, the vague evil will silently roared its anger. The flesh and blood creatures that had surrounded the two of them suddenly changed their targets and rushed towards the depths of the blood cave. Even the wriggling and contraction of the entire flesh and blood cave intensified a little.

After witnessing this scene, Albert was stunned for a moment. His hair had completely turned gray, and his clear eyes were a little turbid, but the optimistic and confident smile was still on his face.

Albert lowered his head and said to Nathanir, "Look, they seem to have succeeded."

After that, Albert threw the etheric sword in his hand and pierced through a speechless person who was blocking the blood hole. Then, he lifted Nathanir up again with one hand.

"You need to live, Nathanir!"

Albert said in a shocking voice, "Although today is the first time you and I have met in the true sense, in my eyes, I have been watching you silently for a long time, like a familiar stranger."

"You have the talent to rebuild a new order, which is something that Blogo never has, so I need you to rebuild the scorched earth after the war and piece the broken order together again."

Blogo is a sharp sword that is enough to cut off all enemies, but it is obvious that this sword is only suitable for expanding territory, not rebuilding a new order.

Albert threw Nathanir high into the blood hole with one hand. After a short flight, Nathanir fell freely downwards.

In mid-air, Naisaniel forced himself to be alert and looked at Albert in the blood hole. He waved to him and said loudly.

"As for me, you don't have to worry."

A dark hook shot from the sky, and the cable mixed with scarlet flesh and blood, entangled Naisaniel's ankle in one fell swoop. He felt like a big fish that was caught and quickly recovered in the sky.

In the chaotic vision, Naisaniel saw Albert turn around and walk towards the depths of the blood hole, and his confident voice clearly reached his ears.

"We will reunite in the unity of the people."

In the chaotic rolling, Naisaniel fell heavily to the ground. He raised his head in pain, but saw the figures of the successive directors of the Order Bureau standing beside him, and the golden sculptures reflected the faint light, and the brilliant light was rippling.

Before Naisaniel could say anything, several more cables entangled with flesh and blood wrapped around him and pierced into Naisaniel's body in one fell swoop.

The strange thing is that Nathaniel did not feel pain. On the contrary, streams of filled ether gently injected into his body, healing his injuries while also removing the clusters of flesh buds one by one.

Nethaniel is connected to the One on the physical level, just like Albert was connected to him. The constant stagnation force acts on Nethaniel, helping him to forcibly maintain his injuries to avoid It continues to get worse.

Under the power of tranquility and peace, Nathaniel's spirit fell into a slight trance and confusion, as if his consciousness was connected with one among all, and fell into a deep darkness. At the end of this darkness, Countless shining figures stand tall.

Nethaniel remembered those faces and figures. They were all employees of the Bureau of Order who passed away in the Secret War. As he continued to distinguish, Nethaniel saw more familiar figures, figures that made him nostalgic.

He saw his mentor during his internship, the team members who had fought with him, and those old friends who were about to be forgotten by him...

In this darkness, Nathaniel saw too many transient passers-by in his life. They seemed to be smiling at him, their lips moved slightly, and they seemed to be saying something.

The darkness shattered, and the noisy scarlet battlefield once again came into Nethaniel's eyes. He gasped a few times in pain, as if he had just struggled back from the line of death.

"Oh, you're alive."

Maria's voice sounded... To be precise, the One of Ten Thousands spoke to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel clutched his chest and said feebly, "Then...are those the personalities and consciousness you copied?"

Maria replied, "It's more than that."

The voice paused. This time, Ten Thousand Ones no longer concealed anything, but confessed, "And their souls, at the moment they died, were all stored in my body, maintaining them for eternity to this day." ”

"Storing their souls? It is indeed a creation of the devil."

As he spoke, Nathaniel felt a sharp pain in his mind. This might be a side effect of being connected to the One.

"What are you going to do with their souls?"

Nathaniel continued to question, the Bureau of Order has always been committed to fighting the devil and liberating those bound golden souls.

But now, the body of One of Ten Thousands actually stores the souls of so many condensers, and they also belong to the staff of the Bureau of Order. This makes Nathaniel feel a deeper sense of betrayal in his heart, far more than knowing that the decision-making room is actually The incarnation of the devil's power is much heavier.

"We want to create a consciousness cluster of condensers, an opportunity where countless obsessions come together..."

Maria reached out her hand and pushed forward slightly.

"A triggering spark."

Nathaniel felt a little dazed, and his words turned into countless fragments, flying through his mind, and then reassembled together.

Vaguely, Nathaniel seemed to understand the meaning of Ten Thousand Ones, but his consciousness was as hazy as if he was on the edge of sleep.

He stood up with difficulty and staggered to the edge of the platform. Nathaniel looked at the bloody hole he had just escaped from, where Albert's figure had disappeared.

…

A steady stream of blood overflowed from Boluogo's eyes, and the smelly blood rushed towards him. After a few breaths, it seemed as if a huge blood clot was about to form in Boluogo's nasal cavity.

Boluogo blew his nose hard and breathed much easier. Then, with the sword and ax wrapped in the blazing fire, he slashed forward again.

"I feel like we're like two worms crawling in our gut."

Amidst the explosive sound of burning, a discordant voice sounded from behind Boluogo, and then he said, "In other words, two unlucky miners... yes, the miners who were eaten by the monster, tried every means to survive it." dig a way out of his belly."

"Damn it, if this thing wasn't so scary, it would actually be very suitable to be used as a prop on the set. I can't imagine how good a heavy-flavored gory movie would be in this kind of setting. It should be popular among movie fans. Let’s treat it as a holy book.”

The sound was endless, as if he was not here to kill enemies, but a tourist.

It seems that Palmer is indeed a tourist, and Bologo is doing all the killing at the moment.

After entering the blood cave, Albert and Nathaniel intercepted the pursuers for the two of them. Boluogo thought it would be easier next, but as he went deeper into the blood cave, the cave became narrower. The chaotic building was wrapped in twisted flesh, and the Pillar of King Power seemed to sense the two men's invasion, and more flesh and blood squeezed down, trying to stop the two men's progress.

Scarlet tentacles were mixed with wildly growing hyphae and granulations, and many jagged bone spurs were like thorns, piercing out from the stomach wall covered with corrosive mucus.

The flesh and blood creations walked through the thick flesh and blood, like hunters hiding in the dense forest, ready to break out of the wall at any time and attack Boluogo and Palmer, and the two of them seemed to have fallen into a place of flesh and blood. The explorers of the jungle could only fight back in vain and try to advance.

Bologg was a little lucky that he and Palmer were the ones to solve the core heart. With the blazing fire and immortal body, Bologg's progress here was quite smooth. If it were Albert and Nathani, Well, the two of them would probably have died on the way forward.

The flesh and blood of the Pillar of King Power is the same as Bologo's secret power, possessing extremely terrifying aggressiveness. Once it scratches a small wound and allows the forbidden blood to be implanted in the body, it will become like Nesani. Just like you, there is a steady stream of granulations growing out of the body, occupying the flesh and blood, squeezing the internal organs, and sucking blood.

In addition, the proliferation and parasitism of these blood seeds on the body will also greatly affect the etherization of the body, thereby violently consuming the target's ether.

Whether it was luck or unlucky, Boluogo was able to deal with this complicated situation just right.

"It's really endless."

Bologg cursed, and the burning sword split the stomach wall in front of him. He walked quickly into it, but before he took a few steps forward, the cracked flesh and blood healed quickly. Bologg could only mobilize the ether and energy again. The sword blade once again made scorching sword marks on the wound that had not yet completely healed.

"It's terrible."

Palmer followed closely behind Boluogo, fearing that he would be separated from Boluogo without taking care of him at a glance.

Facing the Pillar of Kingship alone in the outside world, Palmer could at least be able to speed around in the vast world. Losing contact with Boluogo in this damn closed area, Palmer felt that his survival rate was infinitely close to zero. .

"I should have stayed outside with them," Palmer became more and more arrogant, and his inner anxiety became more and more irritable. "When will this damn place end?"

Bologg moved forward in silence. He did not feel that Palmer was noisy. On the contrary, at such a critical time, he could still hear Palmer's endless nonsense. To be honest, Bologg actually had an inexplicable... …Happiness?

Like a different kind of person who never forgets his original intention, an excellent comedian, even in the face of the torrent of world destruction, still tells the last cold joke without changing his expression.

"Don't worry, Palmer, we're going to get out and win this."

Boluogo increased the output of the ether, and the fire sword in his hand was like a welding gun. After the intense flash, it split open layers of solid flesh.

Palmer subconsciously retorted, "Nervous, I...I'm not that nervous."

"Stop pretending, don't I understand you?"

Bologg growled. He knew Palmer too well. Not to mention his strange personality. As far as Bologg knew, everyone in the Klex family naturally hated closed places. The more restrictive it would be. Their secret power gives them a sense of self-crisis.

To Palmer, deep inside the flesh-and-blood Pillar of Royal Power, it was a bloody and closed cage. Even if he tried his best to summon the storm, he could only mobilize a few weak air currents.

After cutting open another layer of flesh and blood, Boluogo could hear the painful screams of the behemoth and the increasingly clear heartbeat. He knew that the two of them were not far from the core heart.

Palmer subconsciously changed the subject, "Speaking of which, I don't know what happened to Xilin... he probably isn't dead yet."

Boluogo responded decisively, "Probably not dead."

The layers of flesh and blood hindered Bologg's perception, making it impossible for him to accurately judge the etheric reaction of Xi Lin, but this did not prevent Bologg from deducing the changes in the situation.

Since Servais did not suddenly come and stop the two people's actions, it means that Xilin successfully delayed Servais' actions...at least temporarily, the supreme crowned person was unable to concentrate on dealing with the two people.

"Palmer! There is a letter in the first box of my drawer."

Suddenly, Boluogo said, "The content of the letter is about the distribution of my inheritance. If I die, please go back and help me deal with those things."

"what? What?"

Palmer shouted repeatedly, "Do you actually have any inheritance?"

"ha?"

Burlogo glanced back at Palmer and complained, "Why can't I have an inheritance? And do you actually care about such a thing?"

"Otherwise, what are you worried about? Will you die?" Palmer continued to scream strangely, "You are an immortal!"

"Nothing lasts forever, not even the devil passes away, right?"

Boluogo retorted, "I have always had a hunch that once we really end the disputes between the devils and completely banish this power...then what about those beings born from the devils?"

The fire of light burns wantonly, turning into a gushing white torrent, surging in the deep blood cave, burning every inch of flesh and blood it touches, turning them into ashes.

Hearing Boluogo's words, Palmer was confused for a while, and then he couldn't help but worry, "You mean..."

"It's just a guess, but experts have to be fully prepared, right?"

Boluogo smiled. His face was covered with blood and wounds. This smile only made people feel miserable. "What's more, who can guess what will happen next?"

"Then why do you think I can survive to the end?"

Palmer didn't understand at all. On this battlefield of ultimate chaos, anyone picked out at random would be either the devil's chosen one or a glorious one. The status of a defender like him on the battlefield would be the same as that of a defender. Those flesh and blood creations that were killed randomly were not worth mentioning.

Logically speaking, whoever survives to the end should not be the defender of the base.

"Why is it impossible? You are the luckiest guy I have ever seen in my life. If I have to say who can survive to the end, it must be you!"

Burlogo laughed. He did not mean to mock Palmer, but truly felt that he was the chosen one.

Palmer thought Burlogo was crazy, "Are you serious?"

"Recall your life, Palmer. You were born as the heir to the Clerks family. You enjoyed supreme power and endless wealth. You had a childhood sweetheart who loved you, and you were promoted to the position of defender without any danger. Although you have had many crises and dangers in your life, you have escaped unscathed every time..."

Burlogo sighed sincerely, "Do you know? Palmer, this is a protagonist configuration that only appears in novels!"

"ha?"

Palmer couldn't keep up with Borogo's train of thought. Before he could say anything, Borogo tore apart the last layer of flesh and blood, penetrated the thick, bloodshot rock, and jumped into a wide space.

Bologo landed steadily, but his chest heaved violently. In order to quickly reach the core, Bologo maintained high-intensity ether output without stopping for a moment.

At this moment, I looked back at the path I had come from, and saw that it was completely blocked by layers of flesh and blood, with no trace of light in sight. When the two reached the core, they were also completely swallowed by the Pillar of King Power.

The thick blood rushed towards him, almost condensing into blood beads. Boluogo felt a sticky feeling pass over his skin, as if it was tightly wrapped in a layer of blood foam.

What appeared before them was a scarlet cave made entirely of flesh and blood. The great lake that was once filled with blood has disappeared, replaced by a huge and core heart.

This heart is strikingly similar to the human heart, but is enlarged dozens of times in size. Under the transparent flesh and blood, strands of golden silk threads can be clearly seen intertwined.

Those are the refined golden souls, flowing and rushing in the blood with every beat of the heart.

"This is much easier than I thought."

Palmer sighed, he didn't expect to reach the core heart so easily. As long as he destroyed it, he could paralyze the country of slurry and make Servis fall from the rank of the crowned one. The only way In this way, they will have some chance of winning this war.

"It's not easy," Bologo shook his head and objected, "This is not just a battle between you and me."

The two of them were able to fight all the way here because of the help from many parties.

Hill took the lead in dragging Beelzebub and Mammon into the etheric realm to prevent them from interfering with the material realm. Xilin sacrificed his life to contain Servais, bearing the power of the crowned one alone. The one among them continued to fight against the Pillar of Kingship. They launched an offensive, and Albert and Nathaniel helped them cut out the weeds, not to mention the legions who were constantly fighting against the creations of the Kingdom of Slurry on the border of the Kogadel Empire...

"We came here through collective efforts."

Boluogo activated the ether siphon again without hesitation, and the endless ether around him poured into his body, tearing apart the alchemical matrix and leaving shocking scars.

"Next, we will use this united force to end all disputes."

The glow of the alchemical matrix reflected on Boluogo's body surface. At the same time, cracked scars also appeared in this complicated light track. They were like molten gilt, gorgeous and deadly.

The blazing fire was fully ignited, and Boluoge used all his strength to thrust out the brilliant fire sword.

Palmer only felt a violent ether wave coming towards him. He had no time to react before he was pressed hard against the flesh and blood stomach wall by that powerful force.

Countless sprouts growing wildly on the stomach wall dissipated and disintegrated instantly under the strong light and high temperature of the fire sword. A sharp and hoarse burning sound resounded throughout the space. At the same time, the roaring heartbeat gradually faded away.

Palmer felt that his senses were being continuously deprived, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his breathing was difficult, as if the unyielding fire was burning out along with the surrounding oxygen.

The blazing fire penetrated the flesh and blood, and penetrated the core heart, like a fire sword falling from heaven, with endless light and divine power, and also penetrated the huge body of the Pillar of Kingship.

The blood boiled and evaporated, and the turbid and smelly breath fled in all directions.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to dim a bit, with only the burning fire sword emitting the only light.

The fireworks dissipated, and in the heat-wave-filled ruins, Boluogo half-knelt down as if he was exhausted. This blow almost consumed all his ether, and overloaded his alchemical matrix, cracking inch by inch soul scars. Reflected on the body, it seems like golden blood is about to drip out.

Palmer endured the high temperature and came to Boluogo's side, trying to help him up, but his hands were burned by the high temperature on Boluogo's body.

A weak heartbeat came from the front. Palmer looked forward belatedly and saw a huge blood hole bursting out of the huge heart. A steady stream of scarlet blood mixed with a brilliant golden color from It gushes out like an underground fountain, and blood once again fills the dry lake bottom.

The edge of the wound had been carbonized into a pitch-black crust. Palmer thought it was all over, but then clusters of scarlet granulation sprouted from under the charred crust.

They stretched wantonly, trying to repair the huge wound and make the heart beat again, but this time the self-healing speed of the flesh and blood was greatly delayed.

Deep lamentations echoed from the depths of the Pillar of Throne. Palmer was not sure whether they succeeded or failed, but he was certain that the huge and vague will of the Pillar of Throne was hating them.

The flesh and blood around them were boiling, and countless figures emerged from them, as if thousands of troops were ready to break through the flesh and blood and tear them to pieces.

"Berogo! Stand up, we have to go!"

Palmer dragged Berogo up and shouted to him repeatedly, but Berogo's head was drooping and his eyes became distracted. He still had some consciousness and wanted to stand up and continue to swing his sword, but his body was like an overload and paralyzed, and he was completely out of control.

The flesh and blood creatures rushed out of the barrier and rushed towards the two people like a scarlet wave. Seeing this, Palmer could only let go of Berogo and threw him where he was.

Then, swing the rapier!

The weak airflow wrapped around Palmer's body, making his slashing extremely fast and deadly. With one sword, he split the flesh and blood creature in front of him in half.

"Damn, what good luck do I have!"

Palmer lifted Blog with one hand, and while beheading the flesh and blood creatures approaching, he carried Blog and fled towards the blood hole from where they came.

Layers of flesh and blood piled up on the blood hole from where they came, completely blocking their way out.

After cursing a few more times in his heart, Palmer imitated Blog and slashed the flesh and blood with his sword, trying to dig a passage out.

But Palmer was still too weak. As a defender, the ether intensity he output was not as fast as the self-healing speed of flesh and blood. He was like scratching the wall in vain. The flesh and blood creatures behind him were getting closer and closer, and Blog was still in a weak state.

The immortal body is indeed very powerful, but it does not mean that Blog can squander his strength recklessly. Under the continuous consumption, his body and mind are heading towards the limit of collapse. This time, he needs some time to recover.

After realizing this, Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm himself down, but the foul smell filled his mouth and nose, almost making him vomit.

His stomach cramped abnormally for a few times, and the pain made Palmer shed tears involuntarily. He was still cursing, and he never stopped.

"I am the unlucky one."

Palmer muttered to himself, shook the Blog on his shoulders, changed to a more comfortable posture, and slowly backed away, leaning on the blocked blood hole, raising his rapier to face the swarming scarlet tide.

At present, the core heart has been shattered. Although there is still a possibility of self-healing, at least for now, their action has been successful, the Kingdom of Congealed Slurry will fall into a certain degree of paralysis, and Servis will fall from the rank of the crowned again. If Xilin is not dead, there should be a chance to kill him in return.

Blogo is an undead. As long as he can recover, there is still a chance to turn everything around. What he has to do is to ensure that Blogo is not killed by the flesh and blood creatures before he recovers. Otherwise, no one knows how long it will take for Blogo to recover after this death.

As for Palmer's own predicament...

Palmer muttered irritably, "If you really give your child a name like Palmer Lazarus, I will definitely die with my eyes open."

Blogo is the king on the chessboard, and the only thing Palmer has to do is to ensure that the king survives.

The flesh and blood creatures roared and waved their claws. Countless sharp edges filled his vision. Palmer rarely roared, as if to cheer himself up. The blade in his hand was wrapped in the majestic ether and waved a series of green trajectories.

Palmer was rarely so brave, and he himself felt that he was not like himself.

Suddenly, another violent ether overlapped with Palmer's power. He turned his head in shock and saw a series of interlaced sword marks on the sealed blood hole.

With a hearty laugh, the flesh and blood broke and shattered. Albert waved the ether sword and opened the closed road again.

Trying his best to release his own ether, the dazzling ether arc swept across the flesh and blood creatures, smashing them into pieces one by one, and Albert's own ether strength suddenly weakened, and the alchemical matrix on his body surface also showed deep soul scars.

Albert smiled and said, "It seems that I came in time."

The reversal of life and death was so huge that Palmer's mind was in chaos. He finally reacted and wanted to say something to thank him, but after seeing Albert clearly, Palmer couldn't say a word.

Albert had completely turned into an old man. The solidified time flowed away from him twice as fast, not to mention that under the overload of ether, his alchemical matrix was covered with soul scars.

But compared to these, the most fatal thing was the wounds on Albert's body. The fresh wounds showed no signs of healing. Instead, large patches of granulation grew out of them. He was almost completely wrapped in this heavy flesh and blood, and countless tentacles were shaking with every move.

"There is no way. If the ether is used to maintain etherization and suppress these granulation, I don't have enough power to tear through these layers of flesh and blood to come to you."

Albert passed Palmer and blocked the surging bloody tide alone.

He said, "Let's go quickly, otherwise this road will be closed again."

Albert was right. Under waves of violent wriggling, the road he opened was healing and tightening at a speed visible to the naked eye, but for the defender, it was enough for him to escape.

“Don’t worry,” Albert repeated what he had said to Nathaniel, “We will meet again among the many.”

Palmer fell silent, saying nothing. He turned his head and rushed to the blood hole that was about to heal.

A heavy scarlet flashed before his eyes. In the increasingly clear sound of the wind, Blogo's weak voice sounded.

"See, Palmer, I said you are a lucky man."