In the foggy world, Aimu carried Xilin and ran all the way. Jeffrey followed closely beside her, guarding her as she moved forward. There were waves of heart-warming ether fluctuations behind her. It was hard to imagine what was happening there.

fighting.

Aimu did not continue to think about it. All she could think about now was taking Xilin away. This was the task assigned to her by Boluogo. She had to complete it no matter what.

"When necessary, it is better to lose both ways than to let him win."

Boluogo's voice echoed in Aimu's mind. Thinking of this, Aimu couldn't help clenching his fists, and the corner of his eyes fell on Xilin.

Aimu understood that Boluogo's meaning was very clear. When he really couldn't protect Xilin, he could kill him and completely destroy the body.

"Xilin..." Aimu called in a low voice.

Xilin Cogadel, it was his raid that indirectly led to the birth of Aimu, and Aimu and him are inextricably linked.

Now thinking of TEDA's hatred for Xilin, Aimu's mind was filled with confusion.

Aimu didn't think too much. The crisis situation oppressed everyone's nerves. She just ran wildly. Her steel body was efficient and precise, and she was tireless.

Vaguely, Aimu suddenly felt a slight movement on her shoulder. She looked at Xilin. He was as usual, nothing strange.

Aimu's doubts had just been dispelled when she felt strange again. Although the body of steel had lost many of its perceptions, the most basic abilities were still retained.

While carrying Xilin on his back to escape, Aimu actually felt a little body heat coming from Xilin's body as Xilin was freed from the restraints of the container.

Aimu wanted to say something to Jeffrey, but Jeffrey's ears were bleeding, his hearing was severely damaged, and the sounds reaching his ears became muffled.

Only Amu enjoys this weirdness.

Aimu couldn't believe it, but she still had such weird thoughts in her heart.

Maybe... maybe Xilin is not dead.

I don’t know if it was excessive pressure or the residual influence of the Heart-Eating Song that caused me to hallucinate.

Not only did Aimu feel the body temperature coming from Xilin, she even hallucinated the heartbeat coming from Xilin. The container seemed to freeze Xilin forever at the moment of death, and now he was out of the container and lost his restraints.

, the power of the Glorious One is gradually reviving in his body.

I don't understand... Aimu doesn't understand. At a certain moment, she even had an almost crazy idea.

Use Heart Overlay on Xilin to explore his heart, if he still has a so-called soul.

Aimu did not do this in the end. She did not dare to continue thinking about it and just ran forward. But the next second, an even colder chill swept over her mind.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and a thin layer of ice formed on the ground beneath his feet. Unknowingly, billowing white mist surrounded Aimu.

Something is coming.

Aimu turned his head and saw a dark figure peeling away from the fog and approaching quickly. The skull scythe quickly enlarged in front of Aimu's eyes.

Death is coming.

A flash of golden light fell, but unfortunately it failed to illuminate the chill of death. Blood overflowed into Jeffrey's eyes. He tried to intimidate the first seat, but the gap in rank between the two was too great. Jeffrey

The interference here is useless.

The Skull Scythe rubbed the air, and the cutting scream was like the roar of all ghosts. The deadly arc directly enveloped Aimu and Jeffrey. When it completed its swing, the two of them were bound to be chopped down like straw.

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Aimu stretched out her hand, and she tried to push Jeffrey away. Due to the special characteristics of her body, Aimu's thoughts always coincided with those of Boluogo. Anyway, her essence was an alchemy doll. As long as the Perpetual Motion Core was not affected by

Even if a limb is broken or cut in half, it can still be repaired.

She wanted to use herself as a shield to block the blow, but the first one was so fast that even if Amu's consciousness could catch up, her body's delay would still prevent her from doing it.

Despair swept through the heart, and just when everything was about to be swallowed up by darkness, the faint golden light suddenly rose up, enveloping it with dazzling light and heat, as if to drive away all the coldness and despair.

A blazing sun rose from the ground and burned away the surrounding fog.

At this moment, Aimu realized that this was not Jeffrey's fatal blow, but that the lion lurking in the mist came to attack him. He found the right opportunity and vowed to bite off the first seat.

Throat.

The first falling chop froze, and a powerful hand directly grabbed the sickle blade. The life-ending sickle blade could not move in his hand. He tightened his grip, and dense cracks grew along the sickle blade, along the edge.

Crushed into fine dust.

"Deputy...Deputy Director."

Aimu's voice was full of awe, and Jeffrey beside him was also stunned.

Nathaniel stood between them and the first seat. Under the lion's mask, there was a dazzling golden light. He was so out of tune with this gray world.

Without any warning, the etheric torrent of the Glorious One erupted instantly, and the highly concentrated energy formed a cone-shaped storm directly in front of Nethanil. The first seat seemed to have been slashed by thousands of swords.

Fierce sparks shone on his body, further destroying the already damaged armor and stomach.

Accompanied by weird moaning sounds, flesh and blood expanded again from the gaps in the armor and stomach, turning into bloody tumors.

The sickle blade was driven into the ground, and the first seat was forced back more than ten meters before barely stopping.

Nethanil strode forward. Although there were no fireworks wherever he passed, he could clearly feel the sudden rise in temperature. The fog was dissipated invisibly, and the road suddenly became extremely transparent.

The blazing sun projected by the ether burned, and his clothes and mask were sprinkled with a little fiery red.

Nathaniel continued to walk forward, leaving behind him a golden stream of light several meters long, emanating from the bristles on the mask, as hot as a flame.

Just as Aimu was stunned, Jeffrey stretched out his hand to pull Aimu and said in a hoarse voice, "We have to get out of here."

Aimu felt the surging high temperature belatedly. The moist mist was evaporated, the air quickly dried, and even the blood turned into a congealed gas and dispersed. Jeffrey's forehead was covered with sweat.

.

Once the two of them were involved in the battle of the Glorious Ones, the horrific aftermath alone would be enough to kill them.

"First seat."

A deep voice sounded from under the lion mask, and Nathaniel nodded gently to the first seat.

"Nathaniel."

The first seat also returned the greetings.

The two were facing each other, and no one took the lead in attacking. However, under this seemingly calm appearance, the two ether reactions were rapidly rising and rising. Under the call of the Glorious One, a funnel seemed to appear between heaven and earth.

The roaring ether came from all directions and gathered in the hands of the two people.

If Amu could see spiritual liquid now, she would see two golden storms gradually forming in front of her eyes through this strange liquid.

High-concentration ether gathered here, and even the plague of decay was quickly consumed, leaving only the carnival of ether.

"Extraordinary disaster..."

As he picked up the cylinder and ran away, Aimu glanced back and could not help but murmur.

There is such a consensus in the supernatural world that when a Glorious One releases his full power, the ether he calls for mixes with his own secret energy... Every Glorious One is himself a walking extraordinary disaster.

Now two natural disasters collide.

Aimu had no sense of excitement at being saved, only the increasing pressure. She didn't think she could survive the battle between the Glorious Ones.

The high concentration of ether is about to overwhelm reality, and the theorem of normality is on the verge of collapse.

Nethaniel stepped forward again, closing the distance between himself and the first seat. The moment he stepped on the ground, he immediately left traces of burning lava, and the red magma flowed like blood.

The first seat felt a little dry, and all the moisture in the air had been burned away. If it continued, Nathaniel would turn this place into a burning hell.

The two sets of eyes collided, and the meaning was already clear.

The figure twisted, as if disappearing out of thin air. The next moment, a fierce battle broke out that surpassed sensory perception. Nethaniel was like a golden meteor. With every flash of light, his position changed rapidly, and in the first place

He punched Xi hard at his side.

The first seat couldn't keep up with Nethaniel's speed for a while. Think about it, Nethaniel is younger than him, and the alchemy matrix is ​​several generations higher than him. Not to mention, Nethaniel has mastered it.

Possessing the power of the extreme realm, he is the most aggressive and glorious person in the Order Bureau's history.

In another collision, the power of the first seat was fully unleashed, and the ether built an unshakable barrier around him. Nethaniel did not use any weapons, only heavy punches, and the barrier was shattered into pieces.

Around Nethanil, fireworks were blooming, rolling around, emitting crazy temperatures. Under the high concentration of ether, the material world began to distort, the laws of reality began to collapse, the ground under his feet cracked, and burning lava surged from the cracks.

out.

Waving his fist, the flames moved with it, and the power of destruction was instantly transmitted. In an instant, Nathaniel seemed to transform into a fire demon, destroying everything with the uncontrollable high temperature.

In an instant, all the fog dissipated, and a vacuum area formed around the two of them.

The first seat got a chance to breathe. He waved the scythe, and a strange wind roared in the darkness. The cold white mist surged up driven by the wind, covering it like arms of death.

All around.

Wherever the mist travels, everything decays.

At the same time, under the shadow of the hood, a cold arc light lit up, and the first seat was no longer hidden, releasing its own power with all its strength.

Secret Energy·Year-Destroying Mist.

The power of illusion from the Glorious One level first set off a large-scale fog. Their effects were similar to those of the plague of decay, and they could affect all matter within the range, but the essence was still different.

These age-destroying fogs created from the first illusion can accelerate the time of all objects that touch matter, making their own time accelerate to hundreds of times, and they will collapse in an instant.

There are too many enemies who have turned from young men into old men, and into withered bones again in the mist of the first seat.
To be continued...