Endless Debt

Under the sacrifice of blood and killing, the Saw Ax of Cruelty has already fully awakened. The leather strap tightly wrapped around Boluogo's right arm like a tentacle, squirming and drilling into the flesh and blood under Boluogo's skin, and connected with it. The bones and blood vessels are closely connected together, as if they are an extension of Bologo's limbs, inseparable.

The mottled ax blade cracked, forming dense saw teeth. They rubbed against each other, making a sharp rustling sound, and bursts of bloodthirsty fury followed. The engine-like heart roared, hovering next to Boluogo's ears, until this urgent The sound of his heartbeat overlapped with his own.

Until he becomes one with this brutal weapon and enters the kingdom of heaven on earth!

"bring it on!"

The Speaker shouted, this was already the last moment, and there was no need to hold anything back. The mighty power of the Glorious One was intertwined with the power of the Aurora. They overlapped and burned brilliantly.

This is the heart of the nest, the kingdom of heaven on earth, and a field that belongs exclusively to the Speaker.

Almost as soon as Boluogo stepped into the field, crazy fantasies swarmed in, and huge roots covered with spikes rose up from the ground, dense as a rainstorm, and crackled towards Boluogo.

Boluogo could not control the Speaker's phantom, nor could he control the center of the nest, which was built like a fortress. He could only rely on the special aggressiveness of ether and attach it to the saw axe, to enhance the weapon's lethality. .

Swinging the hand ax, as if walking through a dense forest, Boluogo dodges and moves while slashing widely, cutting off the roots and branches that are emerging one after another.

In an instant, debris filled the sky. Before they could fall, they gathered together again and turned into thunder spears waiting to fall, falling from the sky.

"Don't stop!"

Holt's roar was the same as that. As a defender, Boluogo could not take advantage of the speaker as a glorious person, but Holt, who was also a glorious person, was different.

Amber wrapped the fallen thunder spears and miraculously froze the lightning. They were frozen in mid-air, like works of art. The lightning contained in them kept branching and spreading in all directions.

Roots as sharp as swords and as strong as iron crossed Boluogo and attacked Holt. Holt stared at these phantoms. Suddenly, their speed suddenly slowed down until they stopped completely. .

Holt walked calmly through the gaps between the roots, and then chopped them into large pieces with another sword.

Raising the resentment in his hand, Holt liked this sword a little. Not only could it carry the power of the Glorious One, but it was also extremely sharp and light in weight, like waving a shadow. Holt began to wonder where Burlogo had obtained the sword.

The battle continues.

The space in the heart of the nest is not too big for Boluogo, and it does not require the power of the extreme realm. He only needs the most basic ether amplification. He can go from one end to the other in a few steps, but facing the Speaker's layer With layers of resistance, every step Bologo took was extremely difficult.

In this heaven on earth, the speaker is the absolute creator, and all his thoughts will come true.

First, he imagined that he was a condenser of the Void Spirit School...

Boluogo saw it, and the twisted and hateful picture occupied his entire field of vision. The hard ground under his feet turned into soft flesh and blood, and the stinking blood gathered into a stream and flowed by.

The strange mental attack gradually penetrated deeply into Boluogo's consciousness. Boluogo gradually lost control of his limbs. His once strong body was no longer coordinated, and he stepped forward clumsily, teetering on the edge of collapse.

"This wish is not cheap."

Boluogo said in a hoarse voice towards the front. There was no one there, but he knew that behind the false illusion, the Speaker was standing there.

The strange and severe pain struck again, hitting Boluogo's head like a hammer, smashing his skull and crushing all his brain tissue.

Blood overflowed from Boluogo's nose and his eyes were bloodshot. Boluogo still underestimated the Speaker. No matter how backward his alchemy matrix was, he was the founder of the Kingdom of Heaven on earth after all, and he was burdened with countless fantasy seeds. With these weird things, he can make up for the generation gap between himself and himself.

Not to mention, he is a noble and glorious man.

"Fall down."

The voice was like magic. Bologg's eyes became heavy, and his whole body became heavy. He tried to stay awake, but in the realm of heaven on earth, Bologg could not disobey the Speaker's wishes.

Boluogo half-knelt on the ground and said towards the front, "Okay... then fall down."

After saying that, Boluogo used the last bit of his strength to turn back the hand ax and split his own throat in one fell swoop. The blood gurgled out and was sucked up by the saw axe.

The Speaker was stunned by the change in front of him. Before he could take action, Boluogo actually ended his life first. Then the Speaker suddenly remembered the information about Boluogo.

"Immortal!"

While the Speaker roared, the fallen body suddenly bounced up. Bologo reset his own state with death, and all the negative effects of the Ethereal School on him were eliminated.

"Ha ha!"

The hellish hallucination disappeared, and all that was left was the angry Speaker in front of him.

The Speaker understood that it was impossible to capture Boluogo with the power of the Ethereal School, and he immediately fantasized about...the Ascension School.

As another Utopian Seed withered on his body, the Speaker's shriveled and old body seemed to have regained its youth. The muscles expanded and the flesh and blood reorganized. Indescribable power blessed his body, facing the uncle who was rushing towards him. Logo, throwing punches.

The speed of the fist easily broke through the sound barrier, and in the reverberation of the roar, Boluogo felt as if a cannonball was heading straight for his face.

Can't avoid it!

The distance between the two was too short, and the speed was so fast. Boluogo realized that he could not resist or avoid the blow at all, so he could only hold on to the hand ax tightly and swing it from the side with all his strength.

His head will be blown open by the Speaker, but similarly, relying on the inertia of his body, the saw ax will also hit the Speaker's body. This time, it will take him up to ten seconds to recover after death. I hope Hall It can fill this vacuum period and prevent your body from being further damaged, thereby delaying resurrection.

Many thoughts flashed through Boluogo's mind, and the power of the extreme realm increased, causing the Fashu saw ax to swing out a scarlet afterimage.

The ax blade was embedded into the speaker's waist and abdomen from the side. The jagged blades that were rubbing against each other were like mouthparts that were constantly opening and closing. The moment it hit the flesh and blood, it started its hungry feast and squeezed out fresh blood. with meat.

As for the heavy punch that tried to smash Boluogo's head, it hovered in front of Boluogo's eyes. Even if it carried a huge force, it was difficult to score another point.

Amber envelops it.

"Well done!"

Boluogo roared, stepped forward, grabbed the handle with one hand, and made the saw-axe bite the speaker tightly. The other hand clenched into a fist and smashed the speaker's face hard. Punch hard.

Just like a street fight, taking advantage of Amber's slow speaker's seconds, Boluogo threw heavy punches one after another. Every roar was accompanied by a low scream, and the sound of broken bones was heard endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the speaker's face was changed beyond recognition, flesh and blood protruded from the open wound, and gurgling blood kept flowing.

In the filth, the turbid eyes looked directly at Bologe, as if there were invisible sharp knives coming through his eyes. Strong pain came from Bologe's eyes, as if he had been blinded by a soldering iron. The vision fell into absolute darkness.

"Then...the Dominion School."

Intermittent sounds came from the speaker's throat, and with the shrinkage of another fantasy seed, his fantasy came true again.

Boluogo's body was completely frozen and he could not move. Immediately afterwards, Boluogo felt that his own gravity had been increased dozens or hundreds of times. He fell heavily to the ground, sticking to the ground and letting himself do whatever he wanted. Despite struggling, it was difficult to stand up at all. It was even said that due to excessive exertion, the sound of bones breaking could be heard under the flesh and blood.

It was as if an invisible big hand was pressing down on Boluogo. His internal organs were deformed and displaced due to the pressure, and blood continuously poured out from the wound, like a fresh fruit that had been squeezed dry.

"Hahaha, what now!"

The Speaker mocked wantonly. In order to maintain his immortality, he never abused the power of Utopia, but now in order to resist powerful enemies, there was nothing to care about.

"Is this what a god feels like?"

The Speaker slowly clenched his fists, and the power was reflected on Boluogo's body. His limbs were twisted, like compressed garbage, and his body was gradually twisted together in a weird posture.

In the pool of blood, Bologo kept laughing, and the glory of the Glorious One flickered from behind him.

The moment the Speaker looked up at Holt, a winding crack opened in front of his eyes, and a large amount of ether rushed towards the incoming person, but as soon as they started, they were slowed down in place.

The resentment bite stabbed out of the darkness and penetrated the speaker's throat. Holt pulled the blade hard and split the speaker's chest completely open. The bones were neatly broken, blood spattered, and then it was frozen in mid-air.

The speed is chaotic!

Holt's ether rushed into the speaker's body along the wound. The speed of each blood vessel, each muscle fiber, etc. was differentiated. Even the contraction of the lungs caused by breathing would cause large areas of The organs and flesh collapsed, not to mention that under the sword wound, a pure black line gradually appeared.

A winding crack opened in the Speaker's chest.

The metal slash can only cut off flesh and blood on the physical level, but with the help of the warp crack, Holt will completely split the Speaker apart in dimension.

Burlogo, who fell to the ground, admired Holt's power. Under the full release of the Glorious One, the Slaughter Sword Oil on the Resentful Bite was completely evaporated, so that a layer of blurred color like glass was formed on the surface of the blade. .

The injuries were horrific, but the Speaker could not be killed. As long as he was in the Kingdom of Heaven on earth and as long as the Utopia Seed existed, he would be an existence that could not be wiped out.

Just...just...

The Speaker can clearly feel that Holt's ether is rushing through his body. His intention is obvious, trying to break through the critical moment of his soul and completely render himself powerless, thereby preventing himself from going back in time.

The Speaker growled unwillingly, "Again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ripples of time spread ruthlessly in all directions with the Speaker as the origin.

Seeing that the Speaker was about to restart the battle again, Holt retreated decisively, trying to follow the winding crack behind him and return to the outside of the nest heart gate to avoid being swallowed by the time ripples. But at this time, the Speaker stretched out his hand with difficulty, and the Ether mad The surge came, doubling Holt's gravity.

As long as Holt's memory is reset, the Speaker can regain the advantage in the next battle. He is about to catch Holt, but at this moment, another copper-colored ripple rises from the ground and connects with him. The time ripples released by him collided together.

Blood filled Bologg's throat and lungs. He was unable to speak a word due to the strong sense of suffocation, but Bologg still tried his best to smile at the Speaker, and the time ring on his wrist shone brightly.

Two time ripples collided together, and the stalemate only lasted for a second or two. The ripples caused by the time ring were easily crushed by the power of the Utopia. It was by virtue of the one or two seconds that Huo had fought for. Walter successfully hid in the winding crack and appeared outside the gate of the nest.

Holt's eyes were cold, looking at the Speaker and Boluogo from a distance, letting the ripples of time swallow them both up.

Expansion, collapse, and return to the origin.

The Speaker was still in that dry state, while Bologg stood in front of Holt, holding a saw ax in his hand. It seems that time has been reset to the moment when Boluogo entered the kingdom of heaven on earth.

This time Boluogo did not attack rashly. He turned the ax in his hand. He seemed to have entered a state, and his voice became strange.

"Do you know? Nathaniel is not dead. He is resting below. It is estimated that with a little more time, he will have enough rest and climb up the tower step by step and come here."

Boluogo licked his teeth and smiled arrogantly, "Even if Nathaniel doesn't participate in the war, how many times can you do it again?"

"Oh... By the way, I guess, even if we use up all your fantasy seeds, you should keep one for yourself, right? After all, I have seen too many people like you who are afraid of death, even if I Your ambition has been destroyed, and you dare not face death."

Boluogo's speech became faster and faster, "Yes, you will definitely leave a Utopian Seed for yourself to extend your life. In other words, when you have the last Utopian Seed left, You won’t restart time either.”

He stamped his foot in surprise, "Great, this means that we can capture you alive and take you prisoner, right?"

"What exactly do you want to say?" the Speaker said disdainfully, "Isn't this level of psychological attack too childish?"

"No, no, no, this is not a psychological attack, it's just an explanation of my thoughts."

Boluogo shook his head, "As you said, the Sublime One is supreme. If I defeat you, it means you are not worthy of becoming the ultimate Sublime One, so... you are just a quantifiable resource."

"As an old guy who has lived for who knows how long and has a lot of knowledge about fantasy species and the school of illusion, you are more valuable alive than dead."

Boluogo said before the Speaker, "You think you won't lose? Even if you lose, you won't cooperate with us?"

Under the astonished gaze of the Speaker, Boluogo's smile became more and more crazier and evil, "Speaker, you are in this position, you should also know that there are too many ways in this world to make a person speak."

The Speaker swallowed his dry throat. He inexplicably felt an indescribable chill on Boluogo's body, seeping into it along the pores of the skin and crawling along the blood vessels...

Suddenly, Holt took action. He took the lead and opened a winding crack in front of Boluogo. The Speaker did not have time to think too much. He was preparing to meet the impact of the two men, but found that Holt had not stepped into it at all. In the crack of the winding path.

One after another!

Holt chopped several winding cracks on the spot, and correspondingly, cracks appeared in all directions in the center of the nest.

The speaker's heart became heavy, and at this time Boluogo's words came from afar.

With a smile on his face, Boluogo raised his eyebrows at the Speaker, "Do you want to reset?"

After saying that, Boluogo turned around and stepped into a crack. As for Holt, he had already disappeared.

The ether is like a tide, rushing towards the Speaker. He continues his previous fantasy, first the Ethereal School, and then the Ascension School... With the power of the fantasy coming true, the Speaker is the real god, ignoring all kinds of iron laws and playing with them wantonly. Time breaks down the barriers between schools of thought.

The Speaker should be ecstatic at this time, but he only felt cold in his heart.

"Are you here?"

The Speaker shouted while facing the winding crack on one side. From the crack, he felt the approach of the ether reaction.

As if to reward the Speaker for guessing the target correctly, Holt burst out of it, an absolute sense of sluggishness spread throughout, turning the entire area into a muddy swamp.

The Speaker's steps slowed down, but soon, the ether mutual repulsion successfully resisted the slow attack.

He commanded, "Kneel down!"

Heavy pressure surged towards Holt, and a hundred times gravity grabbed him tightly, like a different kind of slowness, which slowed him down, but soon, just like the Speaker dealing with the amber package, Holt also It supports the mutual repulsion of the ether and refuses the restraint of gravity.

"We only need your brain, so the limbs, torso, and internal organs are all unnecessary things."

Suddenly, a ghostly voice sounded from behind the speaker.

Feint! This is a feint!

Boluogo silently burst out of the winding crack on the other side. The Speaker tried to defend, but at this time, the copper-colored ripples spread, and the stagnation of the time ring enveloped the Speaker, forcibly interrupting his action.

The black hair quickly turned gray. If you want to freeze the movements of a glorious person, the price is always high. Fortunately, Boluo Ge has unlimited chips.

There is no need for almost eternal stasis, just two or three seconds.

Boluogo approached the speaker, and the thirsty saw-axe bit the speaker's throat. The staggered saw teeth delicately cut the flesh and sucked the blood.

The Speaker could clearly hear the sticky chewing sound, as if the weapon came to life and gnawed at itself.

"Get away!"

The Speaker scolded, and the power of control that came true squeezed Boluogo, trying to repel him, but as soon as the ether gathered, it quickly dissipated and nothing was left.

Silence? Still forbidden!

The Speaker looked around in horror. The only ones who could level his ether in one breath were the glorious ones of the Origin School. But in this hive heart, there were only Boluogo and Holt.

A strange sense of withdrawal emerged from the wound in the throat, as if someone was sucking his own blood, and the ether contained in the body was withdrawn along with it.

"Ah...ah!"

The Speaker screamed uncontrollably. He had never encountered such a strange situation before, and then he saw Boluogo with blazing eyes.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.

Perhaps due to the trance caused by the injury, in the eyes of the Speaker, Boluogo's smile became more and more exaggerated, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be cracked to the base of his ears, revealing countless blood-stained canines.

"I...got you!"

Boluogo's voice was hoarse. He raised his right hand. Straps extended from his flesh and blood and were connected to the handle of the saw axe. Like a forbidden chain, they completely bound the two together. .

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Speaker kept cursing, and he tried to mobilize the ether to scatter Boluogo, but every time he gathered the ether, the accumulated ether suddenly disappeared, as if an invisible monster with a head had swallowed it all.

It's... it's Bologo!

Feeling that the ether in Bologo's body was constantly filling and was about to burst through the alchemical matrix, the Speaker was convinced that the person who caused this strange phenomenon was Bologo.

“No hands or feet required!”

Bologo shouted, and just like before, he slashed at the speaker's chest with a hand knife, but this time the speaker relied on the power of the Ascension School of Fantasy to come true, and raised his hand to block Bologo's heavy blow.

"Shut up!"

The Speaker hated Boluogo's roar. The voice seemed to touch the soul, causing waves of restlessness.

Blocking the heavy blow and pursuing it, with the blessing of the ultimate power, the Speaker punched through Bologe's chest, and also penetrated Bologe's lungs, causing his disturbing voice to stop abruptly.

Boluogo's body leaned back weakly, and just when he was about to fall, he suddenly straightened up again and hugged the speaker's head with both hands.

“No hands or feet required!”

Borogo hissed and roared at the Speaker.

In an instant, a sharp stabbing pain came, and the Speaker watched helplessly as his arm that penetrated Boluogo's chest was broken. In the corner of his vision, Holt suddenly appeared behind the Speaker, slowing down his limbs. He kept swinging the sword, and there was blood on the edge of the sword.

“No hands or feet required!”

Like a carnival, Bologo roared crazily, rushed over like a wild beast, and bit the speaker's face. After a brief struggle, Bologo stood up suddenly and almost tore off the speaker's entire face. .

The sharp blade in Holt's hand turned back and chopped off the Speaker's legs, neatly breaking them along the knees.

"Ha ha!"

The weird laughter continued, and for a moment the Speaker began to doubt what he was facing. Then he noticed that the severed arm remaining on Bologg's chest was actually being eaten bit by bit by Bologg's body. .

Around the wound on Bolog's chest, circles of jagged teeth grew. Like a meat grinder, they chewed up the speaker's severed arm slowly...

Looking at Boluogo again at this time... that was not an illusion. Boluogo seemed to have been blessed by the devil of chaos. The corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears. There were sharp jagged barbs all over his mouth, and his heart was beating at a high frequency. , the sound roared like an engine.

Blessing and dedicating oneself to fighting.

The False Saw Ax completely came to life and was completely integrated with Boluogo's flesh and blood. The jagged fangs and claws covered every part of the flesh and blood like thorns, turning into a pure weapon.

"No need for eyes and ears!"

Weird and intertwined chirping sounds resounded, and the Speaker felt violent vibrations coming from his ears.

Hands!

Bolog's hands that were holding the Speaker's head turned into strange saw-toothed blades. In an instant, they left shallow or deep blood marks on the Speaker's head, piercing the eardrums and destroying the eyes. .

The vision was full of scarlet. The Speaker commanded the power of the Ethereal School, repeatedly injuring Boluogo's mind. However, no matter how much extreme power he released, rounds of mental shocks were like hitting a black hole, unable to restrain Boluogo. The slightest movement from Logo.

The Speaker couldn't help but wonder whether the Bologo in front of him still had a mind.

The Speaker guessed correctly. At this time, Boluogo did not have the so-called mind at all, and naturally he would not be affected by the psychological shock. Now his brain and thinking were all controlled by a crazy and irrational paranoia. Possession, and this is the curse brought about by blessing and soul-sucking.

Needless to say, the ether of those who wanted to usurp the glory was still too difficult for Bologe. After just a few rounds of devouring it, it directly reached the threshold and triggered the curse. Therefore, Bologe simply activated Protection and Devotion. Killing Wu is out of control anyway, so it's better to lose control completely.

"Just the head!"

The monster roared, and the stacked serrated blades tore into the speaker's chest. Withered or huge fantasy seeds were torn out of the flesh and blood.

The pure fanaticism brought about by the sin of rage repeatedly bombarded the Speaker's heart. He tried hard to contain the primitive violent conflict and maintain a trace of sanity.

Failed.

The Speaker clearly realized that in this time review, he no longer had any chance of winning, and it was time to restart time!

"Restart...restart! Restart! Restart!"

The Speaker shouted uncontrollably, but no matter how much he wielded his power, the Utopian Seed never responded to his wish.

what happened?

The Speaker didn't understand what was happening, but when he tried to move the ether further, unbearable pain came from his body and soul.

I saw that the alchemical matrix mapped on the body became dim, and the connecting lines were also broken and misaligned.

The serrated blade pierced the speaker's abdomen, and then quickly pulled it out. The barbs brought out large pieces of internal organs. At the same time, an extremely aggressive ether penetrated into the body, cutting off his moment soul. It was riddled with holes and torn a deep crack in the alchemical matrix.

Soul scar.

Under the joint attack of Boluogo and Holt, Boluogo's ether penetrated the speaker's moment soul criticality, shattered his alchemical matrix, and left fatal soul scars on it.

It was also with the Moment Soul's critical loss of defense that at this moment, Boluogo's long-dormant power of control was finally released.

"Dominate!"

Vaguely, the Speaker heard a voice commanding, and then he saw the trajectory of glory spreading from Bologo's body to himself, as if Bologo's alchemical matrix had assimilated himself.

"Restart! Damn it, why haven't you restarted yet?"

The Speaker didn't care so much anymore. He repeatedly tried to trigger the Utopian Seed, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no response. The Speaker didn't understand why the Utopian Seed rejected him, and then he suddenly noticed changes in the outside world.

Boluogo's ferocious appearance was close to his eyes, but his movements seemed to be frozen. Countless sharp serrated blades were suspended in mid-air, along with blood and minced meat.

It was not only Boluogo who was frozen, but also the Speaker himself. His body was also unable to move, and so was the world around him, all moving towards absolute eternity.

At first, the Speaker was horrified, but when the stagnation lasted for several minutes, the Speaker gradually calmed down and began to think about what had happened.

When half an hour passed, the speaker felt uneasy again, and he seemed to be imprisoned in an eternal cage.

The Speaker couldn't help but wonder whether he was already dead and this was the world after death, or whether he actually successfully activated the Utopia Seed, but this time the Utopia Seed fulfilled the wrong wish and permanently fixed him in front of death. moment.

I don’t understand. The Speaker has no idea what happened to him.

One hour, two hours, one day, two days...

When time passed to the third day, in this moment of absolute stasis, the Speaker finally understood what had happened. He saw that the serrated blade hovering above his head had dropped slightly by one centimeter compared to three days ago...

That's right, time is not frozen, it is still flowing, it's just... it's just being slowed down.

When Boluogo penetrated the threshold of his soul, Holt also successfully invaded his alchemical matrix. He slowed down his nerve consciousness and delayed his senses indefinitely.

Amber not only wraps the body, but also further limits the activation of consciousness by wrapping the nerves.

Yes, it wasn't that the Utopian Seed rejected him, but that his instructions were issued too slowly, so slowly that the Utopian Seed had no time to receive the order.

Time has not passed for three days, but my perception is too slow, and a few seconds have been diluted to an extremely long time.

At this moment, the fate is decided.

The Speaker stared blankly at the serrated blades that were coming. He first became incompetent and furious, then calm and desperate, until he prayed, prayed that time would pass faster and that these blades would come quickly.

The long freeze before death was like a silent torture, endlessly tormenting the Speaker's mind.

Outside the Speaker's senses, everything flows at a normal speed in the world.

Bologg tore the Speaker's body to pieces easily, and then just as he said, Bologg grabbed the Speaker's head and forcibly pulled it out of the bloody chest, and the scarlet spine was broken. And out.

On the spine, a huge Utopian Seed hangs there. Boluogo guessed that this should be the original Utopian Seed.

Roots extended out from under this fantasy seed, and they connected the deteriorated fantasy seeds. Like a harvest, a large number of fruits hung on the branches of the spine.

The speaker's eyes were dull. He was still in an absolute state of unconsciousness and was completely powerless.

When Bologg was freed from his rage and paranoia, Holt had finished handling the Speaker's safety. He removed the stagnation imposed on the Speaker and only listened to the remaining head, slightly closing its lips.

He is talking.

"kill me……"

Boluogo ignored the chairman's reaction and just used him as a crutch.

At this point he killed through the tower.