Chapter 970 Burning Through the Tower

All the sacred ether is gathered here, the brilliance is brilliant, and the shadows are invisible.

Those who are glorious, those who keep the fortress, those who bear power, and different ether reactions are rushing to rise, calling for power in the depths of the earth, hoarding it here, until it crushes reality.

"Execute!"

The Glorious One angrily rebuked that Bologo had already brought him too much shame, and he would never allow Bologo to continue to run away and bring more serious harm to the Hidden Land.

Boluogo responded with a wild laugh. Faced with the metal that precipitated out of thin air like raindrops, he actually did not resist, and instead chose to dominate the surrounding rocks.

"You crazy person!"

Almost at the moment when cracks burst out in the rock, the Glory One understood Bologo's purpose. This bastard was fighting on the homeland of the Mystical Regiment and didn't care about harming this place.

"Hahaha!"

Boluogo was extremely sarcastic. Ever since he saw the first Night Clan here, the nature of the entire operation had changed.

This is not just a civil war or rebellion, but a war to stifle the rise of the Night Clan. According to the regulations of the Bureau of Order, Bologo will be given supreme authority. No advance notification is required, and no one's permission is required. Bologo

Gezi can go on an endless killing spree until he thinks the Night Clan threat has been dealt with.

As for what happens next... No matter what kind of report Bologe needs to make or how strict the review he undergoes, Bologg doesn't care. Anyway, by that time, all these people will be dead.

"Give it a try! Bologo!"

The shouts came from not far away. It was Palmer. He evacuated the other disabled people from the cabin and drove them into Olivia's shadow. He didn't know how long Olivia could hold on.

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Now, there is one less condition that restrains Boluogo. A strong desire for destruction rises from the bottom of Boluogo's heart. There is no longer any cover and he is completely released.

"Try it! You kill me first, or I destroy this first!"

Bologo's voice was sharp, piercing into the heart of the Glorious One like a sharp knife.

"Asshole!"

The man of glory was wrapped in iron armor, and his pupils were bloodshot and furious.

As he strode forward, his ether and field completely covered Boluogo and blended them together.

In an instant, dozens of iron swords appeared out of thin air and stabbed Boluogo from all directions. Boluogo did not move and just stood there, as if he was being slaughtered.

But just when the sword was about to cut Boluogo's throat, the surging blood burst out and spread into a scarlet bloody blade, accurately hitting every incoming iron sword.

The harsh clanging sound continued, the metal shattered, and the blood turned into fine blood foam.

Boluogo stood calmly on the spot, with an uncontrollable crazy smile on his face, while the Glorious Ones pressed forward step by step. Neither of them waved the swords in their hands, but under each other's control and illusion,

A fierce sword fight continued around the two of them.

Every second, hundreds of iron swords are phantomed out, slashing at Boluogo from various tricky angles. Likewise, broken blood foam re-coagulates every moment, and the blood is filled with ether.

The bloody blades, shaped into arbitrarily curved extensions, collided with the iron swords and separated.

The blood is filled with a lingering mist, and fierce sparks flicker.

This was a fatal and elegant duel. Neither of the two men retreated even an inch. Instead, they continued to approach each other, squeezing the remaining buffer space between each other and pushing the fierce sword fight to its peak.

Palmer spied this scene from a distance. He was not shocked by this duel full of courage and challenge. He just felt that they were a group of lunatics who had lost their minds.

It's not so much a sword fight, but a competition between the two for their control over secret energy and ether, just like showing off their skills, declaring their own strength.

The crisp and harsh metal sounds echoed continuously, intertwining into a deafening piece of music. Bologo and the Glory One conducted their orchestras until a trace of disharmony and an unexpected scream sounded.

Borogo heard it, and he knew that the Glorious One heard it too.

Like broken strings, the sound was not loud, but in this concerto of swords, it was so clear that it even transcended dimensions and was reflected on the Glorious One himself.

On the layers of stacked scales, a shallow scratch appeared on the smooth metal surface at some point.

The fierce sword fight slowed down for a few seconds, and then amidst the shameful roars of the Glorious Ones and the wanton ridicule of Bologo, the duel became disorderly and crazy. There was no longer any skill at all, only pure violence and violence.

Violence.

The blood blade was shattered and condensed by the iron sword, spattered on the scales, and created dense cracks. Blood gurgled out from the gaps, and was stopped by the reassembled iron armor.

The broken and flying iron fragments reversed in mid-air, piercing Boluogo's body like arrows, and then deformed inside Boluogo's body, covered with barbs, and embedded in his flesh and blood.

Boluogo won. He defeated the Glory One in the skill competition. Looking at his incompetent and furious look, Boluogo couldn't feel the pain in his body. He could only feel the joy of being in a high position and laughing at him.

Bringing up the restless sword and ax, Boluogo vigorously split the messy iron swords. He never liked these fancy things.

"come!"

Boluogo invited, and bloodthirsty fluctuations came from the saw axe, completely covering the two of them.

Facing Boluogo's invitation, the Glorious Man's eyes were cloudy for a moment, and the same fanatical anger grew from the bottom of his heart, but the next second, his eyes became clear again.

The Glory One noticed the weirdness of Boluogo, and quickly retreated a few steps, keeping a safe distance from Boluogo. Many phantom creations blocked him in front of him, and the overlapping and intertwined sword blades were like

Like a meat grinder, it surrounded and chopped Boluogo.

At the same time, more steel covered Glorious One's body, and he tried to transform into the towering giant again.

Everything was wonderful as he imagined, but unfortunately, he didn't realize that the situation had already changed.

In the previous fight, Bologo just wanted to evacuate quickly and was not willing to fight. But now it was a one-on-one fight to the death, and Bologo had already gone all out.

So the sword and ax violently tore apart the defense woven by the Glorious Ones, and Boluogo's body, covered in blood and with a weird laughter, emerged from the edges of the intertwined sword blades.

The Glorious One was in a daze for a moment, feeling like he was fighting something inhuman.

"Don't back away!"

Borrogo yelled and threw the saw axe, and the ax blade accurately hit the shoulder armor of the Glorious One.

The Glory One didn't care about such an ordinary attack until the ax seemed to come to life, opening its mouth to eat his armor, chewing the steel bit by bit until it touched his flesh and blood.

"What on earth are you...?"

Amidst the curses of the Glorious One, Boluogo broke his ankles bound by steel and flew over like a wild beast.

The bite of resentment flashed with cold light, and a sword split open the breastplate of the Glorious One, fresh flesh and blood was close at hand. At the same moment, several iron spears rose from the ground, crisscrossed through Boluogo's body, and restricted

He took further actions, and then the iron sword was shaped again, swung from behind Bologo, and cut off his already broken ankle in one fell swoop.

The severed limb rolled to the ground. Unfortunately, this did not restrict Bologo much. The spilled blood molded a new limb. Before the wound healed, it took over the original sole of the foot and supported Bologg's body.

This is a technique Bologg learned from Lebius, to control his out-of-control body by controlling objects.

"Me? I'm Borogo! Borogo Lazarus!"

Boluogo proudly introduced himself, and quickly slashed with resentment, breaking the iron spear that penetrated his body.

He continued to move forward.

Borogo Lazarus.

Of course, the Glory One knows who Bologo is. He is the rising star of the Bureau of Order, a terrifying and powerful undead. The Glory One has read information about him many times, and he has already prepared himself against Bologo in his heart.

preparation.

But he never thought that the real Bologo would be so difficult to deal with, like a lingering nightmare, unable to kill and unable to win.

The atmosphere was tense and chilling, and there was no silence anymore. There was only the sound of swords clashing with each other and the breathing of monsters.

Bologg was in front of him, and the Glorious One was firmly grasped by the sawed axe. He had no way to escape, so he could only swing his sword to meet the enemy. Their swordsmanship intertwined with each other, like two silver snakes dancing.

The Glory One slashed hard, as if a bolt of lightning cut through the darkness. Boluogo ducked sideways and counterattacked with a perfect counterattack. The iron sword was cut off by the resentful bite, deflected instantly, and cut through the air.

The two moved quickly, sometimes stabbing each other with the sword tips, and sometimes launching fierce slashes. The sword light flashed, dazzling people.

The ruins of the cargo ship were filled with the echo of metal collision and the sound of sword energy cutting through the air.

Suddenly, the Glorious One uncharacteristically stepped forward with a sword as powerful as a dragon, heading straight for Borogo's face. Borogo did not give way. The bloody arm extending behind his shoulder held the scarlet sword and slashed from both wings.

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Facing this fierce offensive, the Glory One actually moved forward again. Amidst the roaring shattering sound, the scales on his body completely collapsed. The flying fragments collided rapidly, like fragmentation grenades, extending into extremely sharp spikes.

It penetrated Bologo thousands of times.

Boluo Ge was like a porcupine, covered with slender and sharp metal needles. His muscles and bones were clamped and unable to move. He was frozen in place like a specimen. As for the Glorious One, he was in Boluo for the first time.

The iron armor was removed from Luo Ge's eyes, and Bo Luo Ge could see his appearance clearly for the first time.

He is about forty years old, his hair has begun to thin out, but it still maintains a jet black color, his face is thin, and his skin is slightly rough due to years of wind and sun exposure.

Boluogo had killed many people like him, but what really caught Boluogo's attention was his body.

The iron armor was peeled off cleanly, and the clothes under it were already in pieces and stained with blood. Boluogo saw his strong body and saw the reflection of the alchemical matrix on his skin.

Against the backdrop of the glow, Bologo saw what looked like a nail-like implant embedded in the skin of the man. The ether was injected into it, and the glory exploded at a speed beyond Bologg's understanding.

The man was originally a defender. With the blessing of the power of the aurora, he obtained the etheric power of the glorious one, thereby temporarily gaining the power of the extreme realm.

At this moment, with the activation of the armor plate, the ultimate power of the Glory One went further. Boluogo only saw an indistinguishable afterimage, and then the Glory One appeared in front of Boluogo's eyes and punched it dented.

Boluogo's chest grabbed Boluogo's heart, completely penetrated Boluogo's body, and protruded from behind.

"In this way, you should be dead for a long time, right?"
To be continued...