Nolen sat in the sealed cabin with a sad look on his face. Directly opposite him was Gauld who was lying on the hospital bed. His eyelids were closed tightly and his brows were tense. He had no intention of waking up, as if he was trapped.

In some inescapable nightmare.

Lula was waiting beside Nolen, and outside the cabin were the condensers who were waiting in full formation. In order to preserve their strength, all the remaining strength of the Paradise was defended in this core area.

The roaring vibration came from a distant location, as if in a huge wave, the tables and chairs shook and slid on the sloping ground.

Nolen's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked tiredly at Gold, or the item in Gold's hand.

It is like the embodiment of doom. When it arrives at Freeport, it brings death and storms together.

Nolen asked Lula, "Are you still unable to contact the outside world?"

"No, the Zongge Band is attacking the virtual realm. They have cut off all our contact with the outside world... We have been trapped and died here."

Lula hesitated for a moment, but still informed Nolen of the extremely bad situation.

After hearing this, Nolen's spirit became even more depressed. He crossed his fingers together and placed them in front of him, and his head hung down as if it was about to fall to the ground.

When he learned that the Raging Tide Guard was going to the Hulk Coast to hunt Hult, Nolen chose to make a deal with the Bureau of Order, hoping that they could help save Hult. Even if he was sent to a mental hospital or imprisoned, it would be better than

Like a dog, killed on the beach.

Nolen has always felt an inexplicable guilt towards Hert, and he hoped to make up for Hert. But as soon as the deal was reached, the Paradise was attacked by the Zongge Band, and the successive explosions killed and injured most of the armed personnel.

, the remaining people were also retreating steadily under the attack of the Zongge Band.

This kind of decadence is rare. Usually, it only occurs when fighting forces that are more powerful than the people of Xitao. In the power hierarchy of the extraordinary world, the Bureau of Order and the King possess advanced alchemical matrix technology.

The Secret Sword is a well-deserved top force, so the Sublime Ones under their command are stronger than other forces even if they fight at the same level.

In addition to the variables, those groups that believe in the devil do not have sufficiently advanced alchemy matrix technology, but they have the protection of taboos. Under that power beyond common sense, the members of the Zongge Orchestra, like

A group of fanatical warriors who are not afraid of death. The more pain their body suffers, the stronger they become.

"We can mobilize the remaining forces to fight out. Freeport may fall, but we should be able to hold on until the Raging Tide Guards arrive. They should be near the coast of the Hulk now."

Lula did not continue, she knew that this was not an easy choice for Nolen.

Nolen murmured, "Maybe the Rage Guards are gone."

Before the attack started, Nolen notified the Bureau of Order. He didn't know how the Bureau of Order would act, but for this group of mysterious and terrifying existences, it was always right to think of the worst.

It was precisely because he believed in the power of the Bureau of Order that Nolen decided to rely on them to save Hert in times of crisis. He was already prepared to wake up, but he suffered an even more terrible misfortune.

Nolen blamed himself, "I messed up everything."

The surrounding vibrations are becoming more frequent and violent, and the explosions are getting closer and closer. Like peeling an onion, the enemy is disintegrating the Paradise's defense bit by bit.

Nolen knew it was time for him to make a decision. He took a deep breath and tried to eliminate those distracting thoughts, stood up, opened the hatch, and spoke to the remaining Sublime Makers.

"Everyone, get ready, we have to break out."

After speaking, Nolen told Lula, "Take Gauld with you. No matter who you face, he will be a heavy bargaining chip."

Lula nodded, and the condenser who came from the side picked up Gauld. Gauld's hands were lowered, the chains were vertical, and the sealed iron box shook slightly.

Lula asked, "Leave Hert alone?"

"No."

Nolen convinced himself, "Hert is just my personal relationship. Rather than taking care of these things, I have to let you live first."

"I wasted too much time and energy on Hult."

Nolen was firm in his thoughts. No matter how guilty he felt about Hert, he should not give up on those who followed him unswervingly.

Several pairs of eyes met, and they all read the same emotion in each other's eyes. But just as Nolen was about to lead his team to break out, a familiar wave came from above his head, followed by a shocking and crazy hallucination.

The virtual realm is full of cracks and is crumbling. It used to be able to isolate the impact of the ether, but now it is like a dam full of gaps, and seawater shoots out from the gaps.

In his confused hallucination, Nolen seemed to have returned to that day again. He and Hert gathered on the pier, and the majestic ship docked beside him, casting a huge shadow on him.

"It doesn't matter. It's not an important matter. Let me go for you."

Hurt waved to himself, turned around and got on the boat. Beside the railing on the deck, he could see his wife and daughter waving.

That was the last time Nolen saw Helt smile, a sincere smile.

"Heart..."

Nolen whispered, he had not felt this familiar ether fluctuation for many years, and Nolen would never admit his mistake.

Hurt is here, not on the Hulk Coast, but on the Elysium - together with the Zingong Orchestra.

The agent from the board of directors didn't lie. Hitherto, where Nolen couldn't see, was gestating a terrible conspiracy, and it was all his own fault.

"Nolen!"

In Lula's exclamation, the torrent of water seeped out from the crack, and the crack quickly expanded, and then a roaring torrent poured into the cabin, knocking down the people in the corridor one after another, and holding them tightly against the wall.

.

The fierce ether reaction became clearer, and the roars came from far to near. Even in the cold water, the monsters did not forget to fight each other.

The dark color of the water surface turned a touch of blood, and the water level rose rapidly, leaving little room for them to move. If they didn't move, they would soon suffocate to death.

"Lula! Take them away!"

Nolen instructed, and at the same time, a bright light burst out from his eyes.

"And you!"

Lula knew what Nolen was going to do, and she tried to retain Nolen, but she only saw a figure moving against the current.

…

The cold sea water poured into the mouth, and one second there was a dull and long echo in the ears. The next second the sound became clearer, like cold swords rubbing against each other, making bursts of sharp screams.

Bologo was pushed by the rapids and bumped around in the corridor. His body was cut by broken metal, and some were pierced into his body.

His blood, the blood of the white gull, all the blood is gathered in this furious stream, and I don't know where it will end up.

In a daze, Boluogo could hear the crazy smile of the white gull, and the resentment contained in the smile. He remembered that he had torn the white gull into pieces, and he didn't know whether he had swallowed the white gull in this ups and downs.

The fragments of flesh and blood, will he be resurrected in his own body?

After a series of trials and errors, Boluogo still didn't quite understand the nature of the White Gull's immortality. Even if he chopped him into pieces, this guy would stand up again. He didn't need a certain amount of sleep time to consume the ether like he did.

.

No... Maybe Bai Ou also needs to consume ether to be resurrected, but Blessing·Nie Chaos Weile means that he doesn't have to worry about his own ether reserves at all. So what about the dormant period? In the resurrections again and again, does he have such a period?

A dormant period where you can’t fight?

Terrifying power came from the rushing sea water, followed by the white gull's wild laughter. The sea water dispersed the battlefield, but this did not prevent the white gull from releasing secret energy indiscriminately and bestowing endless pain on everyone.

Boluogo felt countless corpses hitting him, and he returned to the battlefield. Countless corpses fell from the red-hot sky, like a heavy rain of flesh and blood, more like a flock of dead birds.

"Those sutures!"

Aimu's voice sounded in his mind. She was not only a backup energy source, but also like an external brain. She was responsible for thinking when Boluogo was fully engaged in the battle.

"Yeah! There's something wrong with those sutures!"

Following Amu's prompts, Boluogo finally caught the flying mosquito, and the blurry light spots became clear.

The snake scale liquid was forged into a sword in his hand. Bologo roughly nailed it into the wall along the way, stabilized his figure, endured the severe pain, and searched for the direction of the white gull. He wanted to kill him again.

Boluogo whispered, "There must be some kind of flaw in Bai Ou's immortality. Maybe the suture is what he uses to make up for the flaw."

In the endless phantom pain, there was a blur of words in his mind, and Boluogo recognized who it was. His voice was very weak, but he still yelled at himself with all his strength.

"Bologo! Duva has found a way to kill the white gull!"

The bone-crushing knife was nailed into the wall. One hand held the handle of the knife tightly to stabilize the figure. The other hand grabbed Dua's waist to prevent him from being swept away by the torrent. This unfortunate guy did not have a whistle. Now he can only say

One sentence, Jeffrey repeated it for him.

"The sutures on his body!" Dua shouted, the aperture in his eyes was extremely bright, "I saw that every time he was cut into pieces, those sutures would start on their own and put his body back together again.

"

"There is another set of alchemical matrices inside the suture, which is still impossible to spy on. In other words, it is most likely a contract object, a contract object used to help him maintain his immortality. Destroy the suture, maybe

Can restrain him!"

Geoffrey repeated Dewar's words, "Do you understand? Borrowgo."

"What a coincidence, I just realized this as well."

Boluogo controlled more steel and hung his whole body on the ceiling, avoiding the torrent.

"It seems it's important to have an alchemist with you."

Boluogo was not joking. They were good at fighting, but they knew very little about more complex alchemy knowledge, let alone seeing loopholes in battle.

With the new information, Boluogo was full of motivation. He asked in the heart network, "Where is Palmer? Isn't he dead?"

"not dead."

Palmer's voice sounded in his mind, followed by a purring sound. Bologg shook his head and thought, forget it, Palmer has worked hard enough today.

Burlogo promised Jeffrey, "I will find a way to deal with him."
To be continued...