Endless Debt

Looking at Nethanil, which was burning like the scorching sun, Duke Zhan felt a sense of death and numbness in his heart. Even though he had made a lot of psychological preparations before taking action, he still couldn't help but feel that he was facing this legendary existence. feel fear.

Who could not be afraid of Nathaniel in the daytime?

Be strong. Duke Zhan warned himself.

The virtual realm shrouded in the hidden land is moving at high speed, and the aurora road winding between the towers is twisting and deflecting.

Several high towers lost the power supply of the Aurora Road, and within a few seconds they completely dimmed. All the etheric equipment came to a standstill, as if they had lost their vitality and turned into huge withered bones.

The ether that was supposed to be thrown into the tower turned into aurora, passed through the buildings one after another, and landed on the Duke of War without any hindrance.

In an instant, Duke Zhengzhan seemed to be bathing in a waterfall of light. The pure ether was adjusted by the virtual realm and violently washed through his body, brushing away the pain, bringing strength, and then shaking the solid barrier, making Zhengzhan The Duke temporarily broke through the restrictions of rank.

The glorious one.

"Oh? Is this what you rely on?"

The changes in the Duke of War did not bring many surprises to Nathaniel. After a brief inspection, he could easily identify the blessing power.

The Aurora Road supplied the power that should have been supplied to the city to the Duke of War. His ether strength was indeed increased to that of a Glorious One, but his own secret energy characteristics were still within the scope of a Fortress Defender.

"That's not all."

The Duke of War responded in a low voice. The ether twisted his body, and his skin turned into hard scales. His body expanded and changed, and claws and fangs grew.

Gradually, the anger in his heart overcame the fear. The Duke of Zhan knew that from the moment the Council of Sages made the decision, there was no way back for them. It was either death or life. In the concept of power dominated by the Supreme Being, this was always the case. .

Nathaniel looked at all this indifferently and said calmly, "I am very disappointed in you."

"I can understand that it would be difficult for anyone to tolerate the presence of traitors."

Another etheric reaction rose from the ground, and Nathaniel turned his head. On the other side, scarlet eyes opened in the gorgeous aurora.

Jos was wrapped in a black robe, and around him stood the night tribesmen with the same scarlet eyes. The towers in the hidden land were extinguished one after another, and at the same time, the power of the aurora was injected into these night tribes one after another. In their bodies, they forcibly upgraded their ether intensity, and several defenders were promoted to the glory ones in one fell swoop.

"Night Clan?"

Nathaniel stared into Jos's scarlet eyes, and suddenly he laughed, and then he shook his head, "No, I'm not referring to the betrayal part."

"Actually, I have never been good at so-called politics, diplomacy and the like. Those formal and conspiratorial things really make me very unhappy."

As Nathaniel spoke, he moved his hands, and scorching heat wrapped around his fingertips.

"What I'm disappointed about is that if you choose to be my enemy openly, I will definitely accept your challenge happily instead of wasting my time and energy and finally setting up such a ridiculous trap to treat me."

Before he finished speaking, Nathaniel disappeared from the spot. This was not because he disappeared out of thin air, but because his speed was too fast to be caught by the naked eye.

Joss only felt a blast of high temperature roaring past his face. When he reacted belatedly, his clothes and body surface had been burned to pieces by the high temperature, and black char appeared on the ulcerated skin.

Everyone acted based on instinct, and the etheric reactions of several Glory Ones and Fortress Defenders exploded here, like several storms rolling up in the sealed canyon.

Many supernatural phenomena are reflected one after another under the rush of ether, lightning, frost, fireworks, and even the stability of space begins to bend, and weird and sharp whistling sounds echo in everyone's ears.

"Do it!"

Joss roared wildly. He found Nethaniel's location, not far away from him.

The body exuding fatal heat was gripping the head of a Night Clan member. The ether reaction on the Night Clan's body quickly faded, and the whole body was wrapped in fireworks. Clothes, skin, and hair disappeared in an instant and turned into thick The charcoal is wrapped around the body that is constantly stooping.

His screams only lasted for a moment and then stopped abruptly. The entire head turned into a blazing fireball. Nathaniel gently grasped it, crushed it into powder, and turned it into ashes.

The ether reaction before the death of the Night Tribe still remains on the battlefield. People can vaguely judge that the ether fluctuations in the defender's rank have eliminated the enhancement of the power of the aurora. Nethaniel has just killed one in the blink of an eye. The person who bears authority.

"What are you still doing?" Joss angrily shouted at the Duke of Zhan.

Only then did the Duke of War come back to his senses. Gritting his teeth, he gathered the ether to control the ether furnace located at the other end of the battlefield, which supplied energy to the entire city and was also the source of the Aurora Road.

The ether vortex point in the furnace is rotating at high speed. It is like the core of the vortex, pulling a steady stream of ether from all directions and converging into the core.

At this time, most of the towers in the Hidden Land were extinguished, and half of the ether was swarming in. The ether concentration increased step by step, crossing the limit and surpassing the peak within a few seconds.

When Nathaniel realized the purpose of Duke Zhan, the concentrated scorching ether hit Duke Zhan like a fireball. Everything in its path was easily burned and melted through by it, even if Duke Zhan obtained With the blessing of the power of Aurora, he would be seriously injured by this blow, and the fiery and violent ether would easily pierce his defenses.

But it was too late.

Endless light burst out from the furnace, and terrifying cracks grew from the surrounding buildings. The earth shook, as if the entire Holy Hub was about to collapse. At this moment on the verge of destruction, an inexplicable convulsion The feeling of separation enveloped everyone, even Nethaniel could not avoid it.

It was a floating feeling, as if the soul and body were separated, but the next second they suddenly overlapped again, and the feet were on solid ground.

Nethanil felt the oncoming heavy ether and a touch of blue at the end of the horizon. Although it was his first time to arrive in this world, he already had enough understanding of it from Bologo's report. .

"Is that why you want to lure me here?"

Nethanil's figure disappeared again, like a burning meteor, colliding with another Night Tribe, easily tearing off large pieces of flesh and blood from his pale body.

"In this overlapping point, there is a fight that is isolated from the outside world."

The Night Tribe fought back in response to Nethanil's roar, but a flaming fist easily penetrated his chest. As for the immortal nature that the Night Tribe was so proud of, it disappeared under the extreme heat. .

"No……"

His voice was hoarse, the fire burned through his internal organs, and a little fire came out of his throat.

The Night Tribe also tried to mobilize the power of his blood, but as Nathaniel calmly lifted his hand from the big hole in his chest, he realized that Nathaniel was wearing a silver piece on his fist. The shining finger pointed at the tiger.

The deadly silver and fire crisscrossed Ye Clan's body, completely wiping out his remaining vitality.

"We are really prepared."

Seeing the shining silver, Joss marveled and did not attack rashly.

"You don't think I'm not prepared for anything, do you?" Nathaniel turned his head, and the Night Tribe beneath him turned into ashes and fell.

From the moment he realized that the Secret Group might be involved with the Night Clan... no, even earlier than that, when the Disobedient Royal Court became active in the Rhine League, Nathaniel foresaw the possibility of fighting with the Night Clan.

So Nethanil commissioned the sublimation furnace core to create a pair of silver-containing finger tigers for himself. Their properties are similar to the Immovable Sword. In addition to the silver they possess for the Night Clan, all of their extraordinary abilities are It is "solidified" to avoid being destroyed by the glorious power of Nethaniel.

Joss took a deep breath, and then let out a sharp scream. For a moment, the picture in front of Nathaniel began to distort and collapse. The individual's ability to recognize the world was rapidly weakening. Within a few seconds, he could no longer recognize Joss. Looking at Si's specific image, all that can be seen is a wriggling black shadow.

The same goes for other people's images.

Not only that, abstract concepts also become blurred, and like an old man with a shrunken brain, the nerve center that processes information gradually comes to a standstill.

Others would probably die in panic, but for Nathaniel, this is just a trick to influence the mind.

combustion.

There was only this one thought left in Nethaniel's head, and all the ethers in the alchemy matrix followed this single instruction, ordering the ethers in all directions to execute Nethaniel's will.

To burn, to burn, to burn all unclean things to ashes.

Before anyone else could get close to Nethanil, a ball of fire spread rapidly in the air. The temperature in the surrounding environment increased sharply. At the same time, the fire continued to grow and formed a high-temperature and high-pressure fireball.

When Nethanil was unable to restrain the fire, it exploded like a bursting bubble.

In an instant, everyone's hearing was swallowed up by the earth-shaking explosion. Joss only saw a flash of bright light that was quickly released until the bright white engulfed everything in his field of vision.

"Damn it!"

Joss cursed, he didn't think he could withstand this fatal impact, he could only choose to retreat, and this would undoubtedly take Nathaniel out of the range of his secret power and allow him to regain the ability to move.

No, no, we can’t let Nathaniel go so easily.

High-concentration ether gathered in front of Joss, forming a dense ether barrier. Instead of retreating, he advanced, letting the foehn wind blow around him, and the heat wave scalded his skin.

But just when Joss thought he still controlled Nethanil, a slender dark shadow quickly approached him in the firelight.

"Do you think your trap is perfect?"

Accompanied by an angry roar, a heavy punch came out of the fire at high speed. Joss was hit head-on before he could react.

Jos's vision went dark, and he couldn't feel the existence of half of his face. A few seconds later, the pain came too late. Jos felt that one of his eyes was shattered, his skull was cracked, and deadly silver penetrated into his blood. Inside, it brings corrosion like strong acid, the flesh and blood is rapidly decaying, and at the same time, the fire that cannot be extinguished has also penetrated into his body.

"Nethaniel!"

Jos opened his only remaining pupil, and the sharp sword at his waist thrust out like lightning, but then he hit Jos with another heavy punch in the abdomen, knocking him away. The ice sheet covered with snow and dust rolled several times.

"Ha ha……"

Joss breathed heavily. The high temperature at close range burned his respiratory tract, and the flesh and blood stuck together, causing a depressing feeling of suffocation.

Fortunately, he was an immortal, and his physical injuries healed quickly. Except for the part of his head, under the action of silver, half of Joes's head was cracked open, and the flesh and blood tissue underneath could be clearly seen, with countless squirming granules. , but still unable to grasp them together and put the wounds back together.

Looking at Nathaniel, who was striding towards him, and looking at his vigorous steps, Joss suddenly felt confused.

"No...what's going on?"

He had clearly stabbed Nethanil in the heart just now. Even if he was a Glorious One, he would still be affected to some extent.

The sticky ticking sound caught Jos' attention. He lowered his head and saw that only half of the sword in his hand was left. The tip of the sword was completely melted and turned into molten iron flowing all over the ground. As for Nathaniel's chest Here, the shallow sword wound is being healed by the etheric body.

"I never need any armor. Iron can't hurt me at all."

Nethaniel's voice is like the roar of a fire demon. With the extreme high temperature, all the weapons attacking Nethaniel will be unable to withstand the fatal temperature when they approach the body surface and turn into molten iron. flowing at his feet.

Even alchemy weapons cannot withstand such great power if the level of qualitative transformation is too low.

"Is this the pure Glorifier?"

Joss smiled helplessly. Even with the blessing of the power of Aurora, they had only obtained a false rank. Even if they were large in number, it would be difficult to maintain suppression over Nethanil for a while.

Several Night Tribes silently rushed to Nessanil's side. Most of them were blessed defenders, but Nassanir didn't even look at them. He smashed one person's head with a casual punch. Then he grabbed the other person's arm, swung him up like a wild dog, and slapped him on the ground, turning him into a pool of sticky blood.

The blood of the Night Tribe was covered in Nethanil's fists, and when the blood came into contact with the silver, it made a crackling sound like sparks.

Jos looked at the approaching Balrog, and he realized deeply that the only one who could fight against the Glory One was another Glory One.

Then an etheric reaction of the Glory One rose from behind Nethaniel. This was not a false existence blessed by the power of the Aurora, but the true power of Glory.

Nathaniel turned around and saw Giroud who had stepped into the etheric realm from the material realm.

"I remember you, Senator," Nathaniel shouted.

"It's really scary to be remembered by you."

Giroud clenched his fists, ready to go.