Chapter 889 The Last Fortress

When the sense of detachment caused by the winding path gradually receded, Bologg also successfully arrived inside Raymond Gayton. Before his vision returned to clearness, Bologg decisively took out the bite with his right hand, and put his left hand on the axe.

On the handle, ready to go.

Boluogo knew the importance of his mission, so he mobilized almost all his energy and concentrated on the next action.

The ether expanded silently, turning into layers of ripples that gently hit the surrounding materials, bringing even fainter echoes. With just such echoes, Boluogo immediately sketched himself out in his mind.

General situation of the environment.

No moving targets have been found yet, and no other ether reactions have been detected.

The tense will relaxed a little, and then his vision became clearer, and Bologo gradually saw this dark and beautiful ruins clearly.

"Oh my god..."

Aimu's exclamation came into his mind, and Boluoge was also stunned on the spot, forgetting the blade he was holding for a moment.

Boluogo felt that he had not arrived in a ruins, but had arrived in a palace of art.

The pointed arches are like gorgeous joints, elegantly connecting the long corridors one after another. The floor shimmers with a mysterious mirror feeling. Unfortunately, under the wear and tear of the years, it is no longer dazzling, but covered with

mottled with dust.

On both sides of the corridor, magnificent, glass-like crystal walls stand, embedded in the frame of boulders. They are like dreamlike paintings, emitting a transparent and mysterious light, and the light behind the wall is like hazy moonlight.

, gently overflowing, and after being refracted by the crystal, the light that should have been pure and flawless became colorful like the gorgeous colors in fairyland.

"Is this... is this the holy city of Remgateton?"

The voice of doubt rang in her mind, and Aimu couldn't believe the scene in front of her. This was completely different from the dangerous place she had expected.

Boluogo was not overly obsessed with this gorgeous creation. He looked towards the end of the corridor. Under the hazy light, the dust floating in the air was clearly visible. They were floating under the air current. After a few seconds, the air flow blew past Boluogo.

Luo Ge's slightly hot breath smelled of ashes on his cheeks.

"Light and evil."

Boluogo whispered in his heart.

Back in the Abandoned Land, he had glimpsed the current situation of Raymond Gaiton from a distance. The huge and twisted flesh had completely invaded the city, entangled with it like a parasite.

The scorching light continued to burn away the flesh and blood of the evil, turning it into tons and tons of ashes, which were then thrown high into the sky in the storm-like breath of the evil, and piled up into mountains.

Bologg suspected that the air current surging in the corridor here was the breath of evil. Just like feeling the breeze in a cave, Bologg could find the location of evil by following the direction of the airflow.

"Did you hear that? Bologna."

Aimu's voice rang in his mind, and Boluogo ducked into the shadow of the corner warily, and then followed Aimu's instructions and listened carefully.

Borlog heard it.

In the absolute silence, Boluogo heard the distant and deep breathing sound, like a giant sleeping here. Along with its breathing sound, wild air currents surged wantonly, and they rushed through the corridors of the building.

Everything here seems to have been specially designed by King Solomon. The air flowed through the hall and actually played bursts of music.

Boluogo listened carefully to the prelude. The gradually approaching string instruments were played with soft bowing techniques, with a soft and delicate timbre, as if telling a quiet story.

The woodwind instruments play gently, conveying restraint and elegance with the tone in the mid-bass range. The flute flows like water, and its melodious and pure tone sounds like a slender stream flowing in a circuitous way.

Boluogo's eyes were a little distracted. He felt that he was not performing a desperate act, but had mistakenly entered an art hall.

The giant's breathing reached its peak, and the air flow became more intense. At the same time, the symphony played by this huge building also reached its climax.

The striking cymbals bring strong sustain, like ripples spreading on a mirror, the string instruments burst out with fierce melodies, and the fast and challenging notes play quickly, and their rich and powerful timbre seems like a surge.

Surging power.

Boluogo's body trembled involuntarily, and then the corridor in his eyes began to twist and deform. The ashes covering the ground were carried away by the wind, and the shiny, mirror-like earth became clear.

As if standing on smooth ice, Boluogo lowered his head and saw another version of himself.

He looked at Boluogo doubtfully, then he slowly squatted down and stretched out his hand towards Boluogo on the mirror.

"Bologo!"

Someone was calling Bologg, and the sound was fleeting, covered up by the deafening music.

Boluogo distinguished the timbre of the violin. The melody was extremely tense, challenging the limits of the range quickly and fieryly. The cello expressed strong power in the bass area, and the deep timbre was like a surge of magma surging underground.

"what happened?"

Boluogo looked down at himself in the mirror. He had already noticed that something was wrong with his condition, but his body and consciousness were unable to make any evasive movements.

Suddenly, the brass instruments played a strong and bold melody, like a heavy punch hitting Boluogo's head, and then the trumpet sound was loud and clear, like a sharp needle piercing the eardrum.

In the middle, the brain tissue was smashed, and the trombone that followed strengthened the thickness and extension of the melody with its solemn timbre, like the echo of the earth. In an instant, Boluogo's body seemed to be a thousand times heavier.

Unable to move.

The high-pitched and progressive symphony turned into an execution song for Bologo. Both his consciousness and body were tortured by pain, and chaotic hallucinations emerged in front of his eyes.

So much so that Boluoge found that the hard and flat mirror surface under his feet was now as soft as liquid. A huge dent was created where he stepped, causing Boluogo's body to lose balance and fall uncontrollably.

Boluogo instinctively put his hand on the ground and pressed it on the mirror. Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill spread from his fingertips and ran wildly up his spine.

"Ha ha……"

All the music became blurry and faded away, as if Bologg had sunk into the water. In the dull sound, Bologg could hear his own heavy breathing.

Boluogo tried to prop himself up, but at this moment he noticed something even colder grabbing his palm, and looking under him, he saw that it was himself reflected in the mirror.

The shadow broke through the boundary between reality and reality, grabbed Boluogo, and locked the five fingers together. The liquefied and smooth mirror earth seemed to have found prey at this moment, becoming crystal clear, almost gelatinous, and

The circle wrapped around Boluogo's arm and froze.

A strong sense of crisis arose in Boluogo's heart. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of becoming powerless. However, no matter how hard he struggled, his body still refused to obey his orders and he could not muster any strength. The ether also remained silent, no matter how hard he struggled, his body refused to obey orders.

respond.

Just when Bologg was about to be completely enveloped, there was a slight flaw in the continuous music sound, as if a bow string had broken. The harsh tone broke the previously created atmosphere, and the hallucination in front of Bologg also followed.

Countless cracks emerged.

Boluogo seized this only opportunity.

In the gap between the flaws, the lost power was briefly restored, and the ether became restless. Bologg roared and drew out his resentment. This sword did not strike at the false illusion, but struck at Bologg's only...

Something that can be determined.

own arms.

While the blood was dripping, Bologo cut off his arm to survive, and leaned back clumsily. At the same time, a fierce bright light flashed on his body, and then another figure poked out from behind Bologo.

Aimu hugged Boluogo's waist with both hands, dragged his body with all her strength, and quickly retreated backwards. At the same time, she and Boluogo released the ether, and the restless power surged out like a tide, endlessly.

Differentially baptizes all substances in its path.

It wasn't until this moment that the hazy symphony was completely disrupted, the illusion dissipated, and the body returned to control.

Boluogo held the sword with one hand and blinked hard. He stood up straight suddenly and raised the sword flat. The broken arm quickly healed. At the same time, the snake scale liquid split into several diamond-shaped shields, silently.

The ground floated around him.

Boluogo calmed down his breathing, and gradually he could no longer feel the surge of air, and the music that was being played gradually faded away.

It seems safe here.

"What was that just now?" Boluogo looked at Aimu who was away from him, "There is no mention of this thing in the records given by the Order Bureau."

Aimu also shook her head in confusion. She didn't know what was going on, but she was more or less a professional recognized by Boluogo, and she immediately gave her own opinion from a scholar's perspective.

"This should be an alchemical matrix that uses sound as a release medium. Whenever the wind blows through the city, the city's special structure will sing for it."

"And... this kind of defense means one link within another."

Aimu said and pointed forward, which was where Boluogo was just now. At this time, many crystal crystals suddenly proliferated on the flat ground. They were half a person tall, and there was a broken body sealed in them.

Arm, that's Bologg's broken arm.

If Boluogo hadn't escaped in time, his entire body might have been sealed in the crystal.

There was a dry friction sound, and this cluster of crystal piles seemed to have successfully hunted. It was slowly collapsing back to the ground with Boluogo's broken arm. However, as Boluogo's body healed itself, it soon

The broken arm in the crystal was annihilated into dust, and the raised crystal pile was completely smoothed, as if it had never existed.

Looking at this strange scene, Boluogo was thoughtful. He suddenly mobilized the ether to bombard the ground, directly clearing away a large area of ​​ashes, completely revealing the crystal floor of the corridor.

Bologg couldn't tell how deep the crystal ground was. It exuded a dark blue tone like the deep sea. After careful observation, Bologg found many vague shadows in it, and then the ether began to try to invade the crystal ground.

The entire invasion process was not difficult. Although, like the invasion of the Ken Chamber, Bologo could feel that the material was filled with repulsive ether, Raymond Gaiton had been in ruins for many years, and the overall strength was far less than that of the Ken Chamber.

Boluogo easily dug a tiny hole in the crystal ground, and the ether penetrated into it. After only a few seconds, it completely dissipated.

"The mutual repulsion of the ether inside it is stronger than I thought." Bologo analyzed.

Aimu did not agree with Boluogo's idea, "No, I think your ether is more like being absorbed by them."

"You're saying these crystals can absorb aether?"

"I'm not sure. It may be a special alchemical material, or it may be the alchemical matrix that envelopes this place, giving it such characteristics."

Boluogo was silent for a while, and then increased the output of ether. A steady stream of ether was injected into the crystal at his feet. The ether was quickly absorbed, but Boluogo's purpose was not to penetrate the crystal, but to illuminate it.
To be continued...