In the dilapidated pilgrimage court, the columns fell sideways, the red carpet was dim, and blood flowed through the marble floor and solidified into dark red patches. Even though a hundred years have passed, Boluogo and others can still learn from this.

In the gloom, you can glimpse the prosperity of the past.

It's just that the aroma of wine is no longer there, and what's left is just stale air mixed with a rotten smell. It smells like some kind of foul-smelling fermentation product, crawling with dirty maggots.

Complex and small sounds came from all directions. It sounded like insects crawling in large numbers, or like continuous drizzle hitting the ground... The truth was not as beautiful as imagined. The source of the sound was those scarlet tentacles, which were coming from

The outer reaches of the royal city spread in, almost completely swallowing up the palace, converting inorganic matter and eroding the broken corpses.

There was the sound of dripping water, and there was a dull, sticky echo. It was the huge nest of flesh and blood that was digesting the palace, turning everything it touched into an extraordinary disaster and eternal rotten ground.

In the chilling atmosphere, Xinda, who had been silent all this time, turned around. The thickets of flesh and blood had already flooded the corridor where they came from. Countless scarlet branches stretched out wantonly. From the crazy aura, Xinda could sense their endless desire for flesh and blood.

But the carpet of flesh and blood did not continue to spread forward. They just stopped outside the Pilgrimage Court, as if they had received some kind of instructions, more like they felt some kind of terrible threat, so that they did not dare to offend in the slightest.

"There is no turning back."

Xinda thought to herself, and decisively set up the gun, put her finger on the trigger, and looked through the lens. The figure of the man at the end gradually became clearer in her eyes.

It was a Night Tribe, with a pair of scarlet eyes that were almost bleeding, and he was wearing heavy armor. The dark armor plates were piled up in layers, like sharp peaks, covered with large and small spikes.

Each one is made of fine iron, shining with a cold light.

The man stood like an iron wall in front of the road leading to the Origin Tower, holding a halberd made of fine steel in his hand, like a cold messenger of death, carrying unparalleled majesty and power.

"Olivia."

The man spoke, his voice neither high nor low. When the sound waves were reflected in the pilgrimage court and reached everyone's ears, they were already thundering like thunder.

Olivia looked at the other person solemnly. The moment the man spoke, she recognized the other person's identity. However, Olivia did not expect that he actually survived the dark years.

"Daughter of Sere, are you here to atone for your father's sins?"

The man grabbed the halberd with both hands and tilted it in front of him. His voice seemed calm, but his eyes were filled with uncontrollable anger.

"Atonement? That's right," Olivia smiled, "It's just that the sins I want to repent for may be different from what you imagine."

"It doesn't matter. I will personally escort you to him and let him decide whether all this is right or wrong."

The man stepped forward, the armor plates rubbed against each other, making a sharp friction sound, and the dense iron spikes also undulated. They looked chaotic, but in fact they were carefully designed, and each spike was embedded in the armor just right.

Do not interfere with each other.

Xinda kept aiming. In the lens, the man's figure was extremely clear. Every step forward brought full pressure.

"Olivia, who is he?" Xinda couldn't help but ask.

"Trick."

Olivia silently tightened her grip on the blood-draining dagger, and the shadow silently expanded, turning into a dark carpet that spread under everyone's feet.

"He is the commander of the Guards and the Night King's confidant, his most loyal servant," Olivia explained. "At the end of the Dawn War, it was his desperate resistance that allowed the Night King to evacuate from the battlefield.

, hid back in the Origin Tower."

"Similarly, he is also one of the beings who hates Sere the most."

Without any warning, Trick's pace suddenly accelerated. The armor seemed heavy and bloated, but it did not limit Trick's flexibility at all. He hit the ground hard, crushing the red carpet and the ground together.

As Trik advanced, a massive amount of ether was released, and mysterious runes shone from the surface of the armor, carving out a blue trajectory and spliced ​​together with Trik's own alchemical matrix. From then on,

Transcending the limitations of time, the brilliant power blooms without restriction.

The glorious one.

High-concentration ether rushed towards the face, sweeping through everyone like a howling wind, and the cut cheeks ached with pain.

In the past, when meeting a Glorious One, no matter how calm their minds were, everyone would feel a little fear and consternation. After all, this was a high-ranking Glorious One, and there were not many of them in the world.

But today, in this terrible nightmare place, let alone the Glorious Ones, there are several extraordinary disasters and evils in this world, and the undead are even more numerous.

Under the continuous impact, everyone's minds seemed to be numb. Apart from communicating with each other that the other party was a glorious person and needed to be treated with caution, there was no expression.

Only Boluogo respected the Glory One more. As he strode forward, he asked, "What is his secret power?"

"He can create thunder and control it!"

Under the huge generation difference in the alchemical matrix, even if Trik is a Glorious One, the nature of his secret energy tends to be ordinary, far less complex and colorful than today's secret energy.

However, Boluogo did not despise Trik because of this. Sometimes, the simpler the secret energy is, the more terrifying damage it can erupt with the support of the ether of the Glory One.

"traitor!"

In Trik's angry rebuke, the spreading ether formed the field of the Glorious Ones, and rewritten reality arbitrarily within the scope of the field.

When Boluogo stepped into Trick's field, the electric charge in the air changed drastically. His hair slowly stood up, as if being pulled by an invisible force, and each hair became curled and tight.

Place it on the scalp.

Wisps of breeze blow against my face, carrying the fragrance of green grass.

That is not the aroma of grass, but the smell of ozone precipitated from the air under the influence of electric charges.

Secret energy: Thunder that shakes the world.

In an instant, electric arcs leaped from the spikes of Trik's armor and connected, like agile flames, wrapping the surrounding thunder light around his body. With the further expansion of the secret energy, the thunder became louder, louder and more intense, like

Huge waves in the strong wind ionize the turbulent air.

The tiny currents were bound into deadly thunder, emitting deafening thunder. The thunders gathered together to form a powerful sound wave, shaking everything around them.

Boluogo's progress was forcibly interrupted by this sound. Behind the billowing dust, the sharp halberd swayed away the thick smoke, and the fatal arc was right in front of him.

Trik raised his halberd with one hand. Countless dazzling thunders were wrapped around the blade of the halberd, as if it was pulling a thunderstorm. He swung the halberd angrily, completely shattering the entire ground in front of him, and at the same time issued a warning to the thunder.

Order.

bombardment!

Thunder burst out one after another, and the blazing electric light cut through the darkness, like countless swords made of thunder, falling from the sky and slashing violently towards the ground.

A series of dazzling trajectories flashed in front of Boluogo's eyes, like silver meteors, bright and spectacular.

Olivia activated her secret power first, and the shadow of the curtain instantly enveloped Boluogo. Then the shadow was penetrated by several thunderbolts, bombarding the earth, leaving broken and dark scorch marks all over the ground, and the surrounding air was shaken and buzzing.

With the sound, the fragrance of the green grass becomes more and more intense.

Xinda in the distance seized the opportunity and decisively pulled the trigger. The alchemical bullet came out of the chamber, and after a short flight, it pointed directly at Trick's head.

Trick raised his head and stared at the warhead. Before the warhead hit him, with the increase in power, the arc between the spikes of the armor began to change.

They were no longer simple flashes, but turned into eye-catching thunder, like silver snakes, shuttled between the spikes of the armor, completely wrapping Trik's body, forming an electric field that enveloped the surrounding area.

The first time the alchemical warhead was fired into the electric field, silver snakes wrapped around it. Under the high voltage of the electric current, the alchemical warhead became red-hot, and even turned into hot molten iron, melting and collapsing in mid-air.

"We have to keep a distance from him," Xinda put down the gun and analyzed. "Once we are wrapped in that electric field, we will instantly turn into coke."

Driven by the Glorious One, the electric field is like a realm of death, and anything that steps into it will be hit by high voltage.

This is also true. In the eye-catching white thunder light, there are countless red star points surrounding Trik. They are dust floating in the air, and they have been completely lit up.

"Keep your distance. I understand this without you saying it."

Palmer continuously pulled the trigger. Just like before, as soon as the alchemical warhead fell into the electric field, it was easily heated and melted by the current. Palmer didn't expect this to have any impact on Trick. He just wanted to attract Trick.

attention.

Then, Boluogo jumped out of the shadows.

The Bite of Resentment was like a dark arc, and the Saw-axe of Cruelty made roars like an engine under the bloodthirsty fury. The sword-axe tore through the thunder and led Bologg into Trik's electric field.

Overcome obstacles, thunder is coming.

Countless bolts of lightning shot towards Bologo from all directions like sharp swords, but before hitting Bologo, a translucent shield surrounded Bologo.

A large amount of ether pours out, forming a thick ether barrier, using ether mutual repulsion to interfere with Thunder's attack.

Taking another step forward, Boluogo had already arrived in front of Trick. His sword and ax crossed and slashed, like closed scissors, twisting towards Trick's throat.

Trik grabbed the halberd with both hands and slammed it against the ground beneath his feet.

There was only a soft sound, and the halberd got stuck at the intersection of the sword and axe, easily blocking Boluogo's strangulation. Trik raised the halberd again and made it hit the ground.

After another soft sound, terrifying thunder broke out.

The mighty power of the Glorious One swept through Bologo's etheric barrier, causing it to be filled with cracks. Bologo couldn't help but take a few steps back due to the huge impact.

Boluogo is not good at the ultimate skill of ether barrier, not to mention, there is still a gap between him and Trik as a Glorious One.

According to Bologo's calculations, if he withstands a few more full-force blows from Trik, his ether barrier will fall apart, and Bologo's situation will become even worse by then.

The shadows squirmed and boiled. Olivia waved her dagger and jumped out from behind Trick. Relying on the etheric shield of the extreme realm, Trick didn't notice Olivia's assassination at all.

Under Olivia's sudden advance, jet-black shadow arrows erupted from the boiling shadows. They were given short-lived entities and hunted down Trik.

Trick leaned over and pulled away. At the same time, he grabbed the halberd with one hand. The handle slipped out of Trick's palm. When he was about to let go completely, Trick grabbed the end of the halberd. At this moment

, the halberd's killing range reached its limit.

Swinging it with all its strength, the halberd blade pulled down the thunder that filled the sky, sweeping across the earth indiscriminately.

The flying shadow arrows were all cut off, and Olivia, who was in mid-air, was shattered into broken shadows by the speeding thunder and disappeared into the electric field.

Borlog took advantage of Trik's swing of the halberd, and most of his back was pointed at him. He raised his sword and ax and moved forward again. Trik noticed Borlog's intention, and a mocking look appeared on his half-covered face.
To be continued...