damage.

Do everything you can to minimize losses.

Bologg crossed the restricted area of ​​​​life, and the scarlet flesh was a continuous patch. When he got closer, the dazzling red color almost occupied the entire field of vision. The smelly blood easily overcame the smell of burnt paste, which reminded Bologg of the same pile of blood.

A butcher's pit full of corpses.

"Are you sure you have nothing to say?"

Boluogo stood in front of the border line. If he went any further, he would enter the Scarlet Sea.

Levan felt that Boluogo's eyes were frighteningly ferocious, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't know if you can survive. If you die, many secrets will die with you," Boluogo said coldly, "Before you die, I want to make sure that your value has been used up."

It’s over.”

Levan's expression changed. As a defender, he was rarely treated like this. Bologna didn't mean to be so harsh on Levan, but he didn't have time to cultivate any trust with Levan. He wanted to

With an absolute sense of crisis, let this xenophobic guy tell all the secrets that need to be told.

While waiting for Levan's mental struggle, Bologo himself was not idle. The resentment was quietly suspended beside him. Under the guidance of the power of control, Bologo did not need to hold the weapon at all times and could completely distance himself from the air.

Control them to kill enemies with precision.

Many fragments of the secret sword also flew out of Boluogo's sleeves and pockets. In the hands of others, these fragments were just a pile of debris, but under Boluogo's power, every fragment was a deadly weapon.

Even if the sword has lost its alchemical matrix and no longer possesses extraordinary power, the material of these fragments is still extremely strong alchemical metal, which is enough to deal with most enemies.

This kind of work should have been done by the Snake Scale Liquid, but this unfortunate weapon had been completely destroyed in the Land of Eternal Night. Bologo could hardly remember how many times it had happened.

Although Aimu has the ability to re-create it for Boluogo, now that Boluogo is a Glorious One, it is difficult for even Aimu to create an alchemical weapon suitable for a Glorious One, let alone improve the Snake Scale Liquid

To this extent.

Boluogo himself doesn't need Snake Scale Liquid much anymore, but it has transcended the nature of a weapon and is like an old friend. Even if it doesn't have much effect, Boluogo still wants to take it with him and regard it as a weapon.

A piece of jewelry that brings good luck.

Densely packed fragments surround Bologo like a star ring. They are both swords and shields. Under the compression of high-concentration ether, the substantial ether arc also jumps and crackles between the fragments.

All of Bologo's weapons can be controlled from a distance, except for the saw axe. When he lowered his head and looked at the bloody hand ax in his hand, it seemed like he was suffering from separation anxiety. It penetrated into Bologo's flesh and blood, like an extended limb.

Almost connected to the bones.

Once he enters a bloodthirsty fighting state, it will be difficult for Boluogo to get rid of the saw-axe. Even if he pulls it away, it will only be temporarily separated from it. After a while, it will fall back to Boluogo like a shrinking rope.

In Logo's hands.

Looking up and looking ahead, the Scarlet Sea is very close at hand. In fact, under this close observation, Boluogo feels that it should not be regarded as a sea, but a jungle of flesh and blood.

The scarlet hyphae intertwined into a dense network, squirming and twisting, competing for the only remaining nutrients in the ethereal world. Flesh monsters were wandering around in the jungle. Some of them were huge, with ferocious faces, and teeth intertwined in their mouths.

, some are tiny and hide in the dark, waiting for prey to appear.

Under the cruel hunger, these monsters even started to hunt each other. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and putrefaction. From time to time, monsters' roars and growls were heard in the jungle, as well as flesh and blood being torn apart.

The sound of cracking is chilling.

This nightmare zone is enough to make most people retreat, but in Boluogo's eyes, it is as pleasant as the coffee shop downstairs in the afternoon. There are no enemies of glory, no devils, no debtors, and no evils in this world.

, just a group of flesh and blood that are difficult to kill.

Searching for the enemies that Bologe had fought against, the jungle of flesh and blood in front of him could hardly make Bologe's blood boil.

Without any warning, Boluogo suddenly waved his sword and axe, like a tiger breaking into this flesh-and-blood jungle. Every step he took seemed leisurely, as leisurely as taking a walk.

The sword and ax sliced ​​through the scarlet hyphae, and each slash was carried with thunderous force. Monsters along the way fell one after another under the ruthless sword edge, and were chopped into fine pieces, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

"I don't know what all this is about!"

Levan followed, and he waved his fist casually, smashing the flesh-and-blood creature that rushed out into pieces. "Everyone who knows the story should be in the Apex Palace."

"so what?"

Boluogo asked casually. He had no good impression of the people of the Gunshan family, even if they were the founding family of the Bureau of Order.

"I know a secret in the family, and I feel that everything that is happening now may be related to it."

"explain."

Boluogo's pace slowed down, and he became interested in the secret mentioned by Levan.

"The Frozen Thing."

Lewan quickly replied, "The reason why our family stays on the ridge of the mountains all year round is because we found something frozen in the mountains on the ridge of the mountains."

"We don't know exactly what it is... At least I'm not qualified to know these things, but what I can know is that it seems to have caused the ether concentration on the ridges of the mountains to be so high over the past thousands of years, and at the same time

, it also has the power to sublimate ordinary human beings to a higher level."

Lewan said solemnly, "This is the most important secret in my family. For this secret, the scholars in the family have become fanatical and unreasonable. It is also to prevent others from peeking at the frozen things that we are so exclusive.

Perched high on the mountain."

After saying all this, Lewan looked extremely exhausted as if he had experienced a big battle. Even his swollen muscles seemed to be deflated and shrunk a bit.

Telling Boluogo about the existence of the frozen things is tantamount to betraying the Gunshan family itself, but the current situation no longer allows Levan to consider those bloated pros and cons. If he doesn't think of a way, everything the Gunshan family has established

, will all perish in the etheric realm.

It's just... what made Lewan a little confused was that after learning this information, Boluogo didn't show any obvious emotions, as if he didn't hear his words at all.

At this moment, I looked at Boluogo again, and I saw him standing there in a state of preparedness, so excited that he seemed to be about to swing out the flaming sword that would separate the heaven and the earth in the next second.

Levan followed Bologg's gaze, and among the endless flesh and blood, he saw an overturned train wrapped in layers of flesh and blood.

"Happy Garden..."
Chapter completed!