Chapter 1119 Ten-horned Crown

In the desolate and gray world, at the bottom of the crater illuminated by the light, countless corpses of the same gray color, like sculptures, are lined up in all directions, shaping this place into a strange and quiet place where life ends.

The original curled up and let out an extremely deep breath after a period of painful vomiting.

Like the first cry of a baby born into the world, or like the first spark when an engine is started, with the sound of heavy breathing and the rhythm of life, the original comes to life, and the pale skin turns red.

Just like the first touch of color emerging from a black-and-white movie, he is now distinguished from those sunken, gray corpses.

The original tore off a layer of film covering his body and stood up unsteadily. He was like a newborn baby, with helplessness and panic flashing in his eyes.

But then, there was a sharp stabbing pain in the original's mind, and at the same time, countless memories flooded his mind like a tide.

The chaotic and tumultuous memory is like a long movie, in which the original gives a glimpse into a man's life.

A man is born in a grand plan, has a soul with coordinates from another world, and at the same time has a soulless body, carrying the expectations of countless people.

He has experienced many things, some good and bad, some quiet and peaceful days, and some cruel wars... But no matter what he has experienced, the man always moves forward unswervingly.

Move forward, keep moving forward, until you reach the end of your destiny. Until this moment, the man finally stopped. He turned back and looked at his life...

The sum of past experiences creates the whole of a person, and each stroke spells out the name of Borogo Lazarus.

The original remembered his name, and Boluogo stood tall in this desolate world.

The dull and dazed eyes regained their luster, and Boluogo let out a long sigh, breaking the silence and emptiness of this place.

The chaotic and broken consciousness was connected, and Boluogo realized belatedly that he had not been resurrected in the Pillar of King Power, but appeared directly in the void, and this time he was in the form of a real person.

The flesh and blood body stands here, no longer the previous conscious body.

Something seems to have happened.

Looking back, Bologg looked at the axis of time system that was constantly disintegrating and turned into a ball of rotten flesh. The turbid blood flowed through Bologg's feet, and the scarlet color was the same as Bologg's slightly pale body.

On the skin, an extremely strong contrast was formed.

Bologo stared at the collapsing axis of time system, and then looked at the endless, gray, sculpture-like corpses around him.

In the dark, Boluoge seemed to understand all the reasons, and couldn't help but laugh at himself, "Is this your last life?"

With the destruction of the Axis of Time system, Bologo lost his immortality, but he also possessed this last body, a perfect, original, soulless body.

A cold chill hit him all over his body, and the dust fell on his moist and sticky skin, covering it with layers of gray. Boluogo raised his stiff neck and looked up at the blue and clear planet above his head.

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Grandeur and insignificance stirred in Boluogo's mind, along with the infinite light surging from the etheric world and the material world.

It's like a god coming.

The endless stream of light covered Boluogo's body, just like the curtain was raised, the spotlight fell, and Boluogo became the protagonist standing on the stage, preparing for the final performance.

"Bologo..."

In the light, illusory voices echoed.

Boluogo heard that someone was talking to him... There were thousands of ghosts talking to him. They poured out their anger and regrets, and declared their vows and determination. They recognized themselves, believed in themselves, and were willing to

All the chips are on yourself.

The sounds of chaos echoed in his mind, and the ghosts had their final dialogue with him.

The ghosts said, "I leave all this to you, Borogo Lazarus."

Boluogo seemed to be talking to himself, responding to the voice in his head, "Okay."

As if this voice was definitely not powerful enough, after a moment of pause, Boluogo answered again with a stronger voice.

"Whether you are a dedicated sage or a heroic spirit who has devoted yourself here, whether you are the secret source or the eighth person!"

Boluogo swore an oath to the thousands of ghosts and roared, "Just leave it all to me!"

Immediately afterwards, that narcissistic, rampant, and pathological smile appeared on Boluogo's face.

"I am the savior!"

Just like a kind of psychological suggestion and self-deception, if you tell a lie thousands of times, you will believe it and stick to it; if you pray for an impossible fact thousands of times, it will miraculously come true.

As a result, the light that spanned two realms and gathered the power of thousands of people was poured into Bologo's body, making this soulless body carry the will of thousands of souls.

Since then, Boluogo has transformed into a representative walking in the world, a container for countless obsessions - becoming the chosen one of the secret source.

Bologo evoked the ether, and the alchemical matrix slowly started to operate. The complicated light tracks also illuminated Bologo's body surface. They spread, expanded, and intertwined together, and their complex trajectories were like dense capillaries.

Like blood vessels, covering almost every inch of Boluogo's body.

The supreme power from the secret source carves Boluogo's soul wantonly. It not only reshapes Boluogo's own infinitely narrow alchemical matrix, but at the same time, it also covers it with another layer of alchemical matrix.

That is the boundless alchemical matrix that belongs to Xilin.

The alchemical matrices of the two originally originated from the same body, but they just took different paths. Now, as Boluogo has been recognized by the secret source, he has become the sword of revenge from the secret source. Infinitely sharp and infinitely broad are also blunt.

Engraved into the depths of Boluogo's soul.

The two sets of alchemical matrices fit together flawlessly, and thus became a perfect matrix that could allow the Sublime One to transcend the boundaries. This was exactly what King Solomon had achieved on the eve of the fall of the Holy City, relying on the wisdom of countless scholars and manpower.

The ultimate grand blueprint.

"Is this the so-called red dragon?"

Bologo felt the power rising continuously in his body. The perfect matrix pushed the ether. In the blink of an eye, Bologo's own ether intensity reached the limit of the Glorious One.

"No, this is just part of the red dragon."

Boluogo asked and answered himself, raised his head again, and looked at the blue and clear planet above his head.

Thousands of ghosts and wills were poured into Boluogo's body, and at the same time, all the magnificent power that exploded from the secret source was consumed in this grand blueprint, the perfect matrix.

In the brief power vacuum, Boluogo felt that the secret source was once again restless. It was unbearable and furious.

The secret source is the source of the power of all condensers and is the indispensable key to achieving extraordinary power.

Sublimationists sacrifice ether to the secret source, and then obtain the extraordinary power granted by the secret source. By analogy, the secret source is like an extremely huge server. Sublimationists of different levels can obtain the extraordinary power from the secret source.

Obtain varying degrees of computing power in your hands to support walking in the mortal world.

As the perfect matrix expanded from Bolog's body, the secret source relied on its hazy will to first reject all the first-stage sublimation practitioners connected to it, followed by the second-stage believers, and even

Those in power in the third stage also lost contact one after another.

A large number of sublimation people were turned away by the secret source. At the same time, as a large number of sublimation people lost contact, the load of the secret source was instantly reduced a lot, and a large amount of resources were released. These released resources were considered

The power was all deployed to Boluogo in an instant, and was given to him exclusively.

Incredible amounts of ether are being continuously released and bursting out from Boluogo's body. Now, Boluogo seems to be directly connected to the secret source, enjoying endless ether support, and with the computing power of the secret source, the perfect matrix

The conversion efficiency has also reached its limit. Boluogo only needs far less ether consumption than ordinary people to create earth-shaking extraordinary power, and this is the power of protection that belongs exclusively to the secret source.

Blessing and blessing, Holy Yi.

An inaudible cracking sound sounded from Bologg's ears.

He realized that at this moment, the secret source refused the connection of the defenders. At the same time, as the defenders lost contact, the miraculous power released supported the perfect matrix and transcended the constraints.

limit.

The barriers that restrained mortal nature shattered, and the scattered starlight reunited. They condensed on Bolog's head and turned into a blazing white, ten-horned crown.

There were no earth-shattering changes, nor any grand ceremonies. Everything was so bland and unexciting. It could even be said that in this desolate and empty world, there was not even an audience... There was still an audience.

Bologg could hear Belphegor's joyful smile, and the remaining consciousness was still following Bologg like a ghost, watching his every move.

Previously, Boluogo was completely unaware of the existence of this consciousness, but now, not only is Boluoge aware of it, he is also certain that he is fully capable of completely annihilating this consciousness.

Boluogo didn't do this. Regardless of his position, in terms of good and evil, he quite liked this lazy devil, and he was willing to let this devil witness until the end.

The perfect matrix continued to flicker, and the ether was like a tide, released from Bologo's body and submerged into this desolate world.

The infinite width and bluntness allow Bologg's field to instantly cover the entire devil's land, while the infinite narrowness allows Bologg's power to touch the microscopic depths.

The pale earth suddenly trembled, and the earth was like broken ice, with dense cracks appearing, fine dust falling to the ground, and rough iron slag rising.

Infinite sharpness easily extracted the heavy iron from this desolate earth, and in the sonorous sound of ether, melted them into armor, and attached it to Bologo's naked body piece by piece until the layers were rugged.

The armor completely covered him.

The heavily armed Boluogo looked up at the blue and clear planet again. Suddenly, he couldn't help but wonder, what was Hill thinking when he stood here and looked up at this planet?

Is it the grandeur of the world, the fate of mankind, or the survival of individuals?

Maybe Hill didn't think about anything and just appreciated the beauty.

Thinking of this, Boluoge raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, his face was covered with a ferocious mask, and then the arc of ether surged out from the gaps in the armor.

The high-concentration ether roared wantonly, burning into wisps of wings made of light, extending out from under Boluogo's armor, covered in rays of light.

Boluogo hit the ground hard, and in an instant, the earth fell apart, and Boluogo rushed into the air at high speed, like a speeding meteor.

A low and hoarse mantra resounded throughout the world.

"I am Borogo Lazarus."

The high-concentration ether flow continued to accelerate Boluogo's body, and his figure almost twisted into a fatal arc. The ether exploded into a series of arcs, rushing towards the clear blue planet.
To be continued...