Life is so wonderful, in an inadvertent moment, two destinies are intertwined, at this terrible moment, in this bloody out-of-control zone.

The Shadow King tried his best to straighten his back, his deep gaze extended from under the mask, and he looked at each other with Bologg. Both of them fell into a strange calm, as if they were enduring an unknown shock.

Palmer wasn't sure who the mysterious man at the end of the corridor was, but judging from Bolog's reaction, he was definitely not a simple person. He had stored up the ether and was ready to wield the invisible blade at any time.

In a state of high emotional tension, Palmer found that there were some stains in his vision.

He blinked. Not only did the stain not disappear, but it became clearer. It was not an illusion, but something strange that constantly materialized and actually appeared in the material world.

Palmer's eyes narrowed, as if he had seen something terrible.

umbilical cord.

A pitch-black umbilical cord covered with sticky tar materialized completely. It grew from Borrogo's abdomen and extended under the Shadow King's black robe.

A cold breeze surged up in the narrow corridor, causing the umbilical cord to sway slightly. Hot tar dripped in the pool of blood, making a sharp whistling sound, as if strong acid was corroding the ground.

Boluogo opened his mouth, and a suppressed and weird sound came from his throat, as if he was telling a vicious curse.

"Shadow King..."

The moment he saw the other person, Boluogo instinctively guessed the other person's identity, and he was certain that he was not wrong.

"Second seat!"

Bologg then shouted angrily. Facing the mysterious Shadow King, Bologg had no fear at all and was not prepared to give in. He decisively raised his resentment and filled his chest with furious ether.

Just when Palmer thought Burlogo was crazy, a very rational voice sounded in his mind.

"Leave me alone and find a way to escape, Palmer!"

Relying on the whistle connection, Burlogo's voice clearly reached Palmer's mind.

"You...you are really crazy!"

Palmer responded. He guessed what Burlogo was going to do almost at the same moment. This was crazy, but when he calmed down and thought about it, this was indeed something Burlogo could do.

"To be honest, I hate rules and regulations and I'm tired of red tape."

Bologo's own ether reached its peak, like a flash of lightning and a furious beast.

"Whether it is an infiltration operation or everything we have done before, it is to reduce the threat of the King's Shield Guard. Now that the Shadow King has appeared, killing him will also end the dispute."

It sounds like a ridiculous myth, but to those who know Bologna well enough, it's very much in the style of an expert.

Refuse those roundabout ways and carry out direct and straightforward beheading operations.

Before he could finish his words, Boluogo was ejected like an arrow from a string. The ground he stepped on instantly shattered, and billowing smoke enveloped Palmer.

"It's such a simple and efficient choice... Then what should you do!" Palmer did not leave, "Am I still trying to find a way to recycle you?"

Palmer knew what Borago was thinking, and he was going to use the power of the Power Bearer to try to forcibly assassinate the Shadow King.

Before the bloody battle with the Silent Ones began, Palmer might have doubted Borogo's ability, but after seeing the terrifying corrosive power of the Secret Power and the Edict of Dominance and its strange absorption, Palmer had no doubts about Borogo's abilities.

All Ge You has left is absolute trust.

These two forces, one is an armor-piercing blade that can tear apart the moment soul, and the other is like a hook that plunders souls. Coupled with Bologo's immortal body, he can truly rely on war to support war.

, to circulate blood.

Is there anything more terrifying than a violent maniac approaching a perpetual motion machine?

"I have an evacuation plan ready."

Burlogo's voice was extremely firm. Hearing this answer, Palmer only felt a little black humor.

What kind of evacuation plan? You are indeed an expert. He even talks about escape so nicely.

"I'll go find Church, and you can figure out the rest yourself."

Palmer believed in Burlogo, his partner, and the leader of this temporary action team.

There is nothing to question.

The exchange between the two occurred in a brief moment, and the violent power was fleeting. By the time Palmer disappeared into the billowing smoke, Burlogo had already passed through a pool of blood.

When Borogo swung his sword at the Shadow King, not only the blade and the aether obeyed his orders, but also everything in his territory.

Amidst the violent screams, the corridor collapsed completely, as if the gravity was reversed. All the rocks smashed towards the Shadow King. The scarlet blood formed into blood spears, like the tips of crazy bamboo shoots, spreading towards the Shadow King's feet in clusters.

, the treacherous snake scale liquid made a comeback, turning into a group of roaring snakes walking through, bringing up thousands of silver lights.

Under Boluogo's order, all matter launched a desperate charge towards the Shadow King, stretching and twisting into a whirlpool-like arc.

The resentment bite infinitely reached the Shadow King, but when he was about to cut off his head, several ether reactions rose around Boluogo, and then the roaring ether tore apart the charging wave commanded by Boluogo.

The first is the Silent One, who is closest to the Shadow King. He relies on the etheric sword to wave a torrent of energy and intercepts Bologo's offensive. The other is the Silver Knight who breaks through the rocks and has a bright armor.

Another Silver Knight.

Just when Boluogo was curious about how much inventory the third seat had, after the barrier was broken, more silver knights entered the battlefield. This was beyond Boluogo's expectation. He did not expect that the third seat could control it at the same time.

Plural alchemy puppets, so why did he do this before? Was he deliberately paralyzing himself?

This was Bologg's mistake, but it was still within the allowable range. No one could predict all the variables on the battlefield, not even Bologg.

The defender's etheric impact was coming towards him. Bologo clenched the hilt of his sword with one hand, and then raised his other hand, trying to block the thousands of troops with his thin palm.

Blessing, sucking the soul and usurping the soul.

For those who are lower in level than Bologo, Bologo's secret power and protection can easily break the critical point of the moment soul, and then dominate the opponent's blood ether, causing it to self-destruct.

These are at the same level as Boluogo, and there are also condensers who are higher than Boluogo. Boluogo's secret power and protection have little effect when operated alone, but once the two are combined and cooperate with each other, they can be fully exerted.

Produce unimaginable miraculous effects.

The Secret Energy and the Commanding Order try to break through the ether mutual exclusion. At the same time, the protection and the soul-sucking soul are eating the ether again, usurping them to carry out this cycle of invasion.

As long as Bologo masters it skillfully enough, even the defenders will be affected to a certain extent.

Like now!

The fatal ether impact completely hit Boluogo, and the iron armor made of snake scale liquid covering his body instantly shattered. The iron slag cut Boluogo's body, and the ether tore off layers of skin.

Large amounts of blood rose up, but before they hit the ground, they were all controlled by Boluogo. The blood did not return to the body, but evenly covered the body surface, forming a layer of blood.

Scarlet carapace.

As long as a wound is exposed, the blood flowing out will condense into armor in an instant. While defending, it will also stop the bleeding of Boluogo's wound and reduce the pressure on the immortal body.

For the condenser, the ether is nurtured in the body, and the blood that has been in contact with it for a long time will be a perfect ether conductor. Controlling this blood is like controlling oneself and commanding one's own limbs.

Grudge bite roughly opened the obstructing ether flow, and the sword blade completely dropped. It would take a few moments to raise the sword again to attack, but in this fatal assassination, a few moments were long enough.

For this reason, Boluogo held up a bloody sharp blade.

The collapsed ether was absorbed and usurped by Boluogo. With the dual cooperation of secret energy and protection, Boluogo was able to resolve the opponent's ether attack to a certain extent and convert it into his own ether.

The crazier the battle, the stronger Bologo becomes, relying on his immortal body to continue the eternal holy war.

"Behead!"

Boluogo shouted, and the blood blade slashed at high speed, drawing a thin blood line.

The Shadow King's body trembled slightly, the silver mask cracked in half, the blood blade broke, and the scattered blood entangled in mid-air, turning into slender blood spears.

As the person with the authority to control the school of thought, all materials in Bologo's domain are at his mercy. As for wielding the sword... he just likes the pleasure of wielding it.

The blood spear twisted and penetrated the Shadow King's body accurately. The powerful momentum made him retreat continuously until the end of the spearhead was submerged in the wall.

The furious ether impact completely covered Boluogo, and the defenders' forces were intertwined, turning the place into ruins in an instant.

Amidst the roaring collapse, the ground was pierced layer by layer until the billowing smoke and dust fell back into the stone hall.

Tens of seconds later, Boluogo stood up staggeringly from the ruins, blood flowing back into his body, and his wounds healed. Even though he had become a power-bearer, carrying such a powerful force, he was under siege by the defenders.

, Boluogo died once.

It doesn't matter, it's worth it.

Boluogo looked forward, and another figure appeared in the smoke. A scarlet spear penetrated his chest. Silver snakes crawled all over his body, and the delicate snake scales were red.

The Shadow King slowly raised his head, his terrifying appearance covered by a layer of haze. He raised his hand and broke the bloody spear on his chest.

Far beyond the defenders, the power of glory appeared in him.

The rising power that could not be refused rose from the ground. Whether it was a blood spear or a silver snake, they were easily crushed and rejected under the pressure of the Shadow King's skyrocketing ether.

Like the incarnation of the storm, he cleared away the obstacles in an instant. The strong roaring wind pressed Boluogo's head firmly, trying to make him kneel down, but Boluogo stubbornly raised his head and stared directly at the withered and shriveled body.

face.

The true appearance of the Shadow King surprised Boluogo. He was too old and decayed, like a corpse that had been rotting for an unknown number of years. It was as if a little external force could kill him.

But in this body full of death, there is still a trace of vitality that cannot be cut off. Even if Boluoge's blood spear penetrates his chest, it still cannot harm him at all.

Suddenly, Boluogo had a subtle illusion, and he realized why he couldn't hurt the Shadow King.

This is not just a difference in rank, but... it's that you can't hurt a person who is already dead.

The Shadow King is just a living corpse.

This may sound strange, but Boluogo instinctively realized that this was a real possibility.
To be continued...