Chapter 890: Raging Shelter

The feeling of traveling through the winding path is not good. My body and consciousness are like being thrown into a drum washing machine. They are hit repeatedly and my blood surges.

The chaotic vision became clear again. Boluogo knocked out of a door out of control. His steps staggered. Fortunately, he stabbed out the resentment in time, picked up the blade, and stabilized his posture. Behind him, , the opened door also slammed shut at this moment.

Aimu's ether rose and spread, and the moment just after the winding path shuttle ended was undoubtedly the most vulnerable moment for Boluogo. Aimu called out the ether, causing ripples, and vigilantly explored the surrounding information.

"There is no etheric reaction," Aimu reported.

"good."

At this time, Boluoge also calmed down and rubbed his stomach vigorously. "I guess we traveled a long distance through the winding path this time, maybe from one end of Raymond Gayton to the other end."

"Why?"

"Because my reaction is more violent."

Bologo said, covering his mouth and suppressing the turbulence in his stomach.

While traveling along winding paths is convenient, it also has its side effects. For example, if something goes wrong, the fatality rate is almost 100%. In addition, frequent and long-distance traveling along winding paths will produce a strong negative state in the human body.

Just like motion sickness, Boluogo was so dizzy that he could hardly stand. You can imagine how far he had traveled.

"What now? Are you feeling better?"

Aimu lifted part of the overlap, and her hand, like a mechanical arm that suddenly appeared, grabbed the potion from Boluogo's waist and stabbed it directly into his neck.

Boluogo's consciousness immediately came to his senses, even with a certain degree of excitement. His heart was beating violently and his whole body was hot.

"What did you inject me with?"

"Some potion to help keep you awake."

"Are you sure this is okay?"

Speaking of which, apart from the Mang Yin Soul that replenished the ether, the other potions she carried were all prepared by Aimu. Boluogo didn't know what she had brought.

"You are an immortal, and you are best suited for taking all kinds of medicine before a battle," Aimu analyzed. "Anyway, you can stand up even if you overdose on medicine."

"You can do whatever you want since I'm an immortal, right?"

"This is called profit maximization."

Boluogo sighed and kicked the empty injection that fell on the ground. There was no mark on it and it looked like a three-no medicine.

"Did you refine it yourself?" Boluogo asked again. This situation without any markings definitely does not comply with the regulations of the Order Bureau.

"certainly."

"Why do you feel like I'm being used as a guinea pig for you?"

Boluogo complained while observing the surrounding situation.

After a series of bad luck, Boluogo seemed to finally get lucky. He seemed to have broken into an attic. There were many familiar crystal curtain walls, but this time they were no longer transparent and pure. Instead, they were full of cracks, and some of them were completely damaged. It broke into pieces, and bursts of hot breeze poured into the room through the gap.

Above Borogo's head was the familiar sharp dome, and under the dome were rows of bookshelves, but most of them had collapsed, and dusty books were scattered all over the floor.

"Is this the sacred room of King Solomon?" asked Borogo.

Legend has it that there is a secret room in the sacred city of Raymond Gaiton, which is filled with books containing forbidden knowledge. The release of each book will cause a fight in the world, and among them there is a A more noble and sacred book.

Some people say that it is a holy book compiled by King Solomon himself, which contains knowledge beyond this era.

People in later generations have made many guesses as to what was actually written in the Holy Scriptures, but one thing that makes everyone more convinced is that the path to becoming a crowned person is most likely recorded there.

"Sacred Code Room? How is it possible?" Aimu lifted the overlap and looked around, "Whether it was the fall of the Holy City or subsequent exploration, the Bureau of Order failed to find the existence of the Sacred Code Room. How could it be possible? We met so easily."

Picking up a book, Aimu wiped off the dust on it, "However, everyone speculates that the Holy Code Room is at the core of Raymond Gaiton."

"The core of Raymond Gaiton, the palace of King Solomon." Bologo knew the so-called core, and then whispered its name.

"Golden Palace."

It is said to be a palace made of gold, in which King Solomon's throne is located, and the mysterious sacred room is under the throne.

During the fall of the Holy City, the soldiers broke through the high wall, rushed into Raymond Gaiton, and even surrounded the Golden Palace. Facing countless enemies, King Solomon finally died on his throne.

Brimstone and fire.

Before his death, King Solomon cursed everyone, and the light was released, turning everyone within range into pillars of salt, which continue to burn to this day.

Since then, the Golden Palace has been surrounded by Guangzhuo. In order to resist the wanton fireworks, the Bureau of Order threw the evil on the palace, using the flesh and blood of the infinite resurrection of the evil to consume the light that could not be burned. Quiet anger.

As soon as he mentioned these, Bologo felt even more pressure. The light gradually died down, and the terrible desperate situation had a glimmer of hope. For this reason, the final destination of Bologo's action was the Golden Palace. This may be his only time to explore the Golden Palace. Chance.

"This should be just an ordinary library," Aimu raised the books in his hand. "They are some very basic books. They may be a place for apprentices to study."

Boluogo did not give up, walking through the bookshelves, wiping off the heavy dust, and reading the titles on the books.

"Let's look for it first. Maybe we can find some unique copies?"

"Alright alright."

Aimu obeyed Boluogo's wishes and went up and down the bookshelves with him.

Many times Boluogo is like a bandit, always holding on to the idea that the thief will never escape. Even if he can't understand what these books are about, most of the people who can appear in Raymond Gayton are Good stuff, he had to find a way to take it out.

After careful screening, Aimu found a few interesting books. Holding the heavy books, she asked, "Can we carry so many things?"

"It's not a big problem. If it really doesn't work, just give it up when the time comes."

Boluogo waved his hand gently, and a diamond-shaped shield slid towards Aimu. It began to squirm, proliferate, and disintegrate, directly swallowing the books in Aimu's arms. Then it solidified into a suspended cube and followed Boluogo quietly. around.

"It's...it's really convenient." Aimu admired it.

Boluogo walked to the gap in the crystal curtain wall. It was hard to imagine what kind of power could break this special substance. This was different from breaking a wall. This level of damage was already considered a serious blow to Raymond Gai. Dayton itself was hurt.

Waves of heat came from the gap in the crystal curtain wall. Bologger struggled to stick his head out despite the heat wave that was roasting his face.

He saw it.

Broken spiers stand on the ruins of the city, and in the core they surround, in the center of the city, there is a huge, twisted, swollen sarcoma, standing like a mountain of flesh.

Boluogo guessed that the location that was originally the Golden Palace was now replaced by this evil thing. The mountain of meat was abnormally swollen, like a hot piece of meat, with a disgusting grease sheen, like meat smeared with blood. piece.

The blood precipitated and evaporated from the surface, and the rich blood gas spread, and a disgusting fishy smell was mixed with it.

"The evil in this world..."

Boluogo marveled, and then he saw that inside the strange and crazy mountain of flesh, the light burned like a flame. It tore through the darkness, and the strong light illuminated the inside of the flesh and blood, causing it to move. A touch of orange-red transparency, like amber stone.

Amber... no, in the mountain of flesh, under the illumination of that light, many internal organs structures became clearly visible, and blood vessels were densely covered like spider webs. They were like thick roots, twisted and intertwined, and the stacked internal organs were faintly visible. It can be seen that they are like huge dark spots located in amber.

The infinite light under the evil in this world is the light that is completely enveloped by it.

The sound of deep and distant breathing came again, and only then did Boluogo realize that the many uneven flesh bumps on the surface of the meat mountain were squirming violently.

They were countless human faces dotted on the mountain of meat. These faces were wailing and full of extreme pain. Their bloodshot eyes were bulging, staring helplessly around, and their mouths were wide open, silently shouting pain and suffering.

Every time the twisted mountain of flesh trembles, like the collision of a war drum, the whole city will tremble. It sounds like the inner howl of a giant beast, stirring everyone's nerves and pushing them into an unbearable state. Enduring the panic.

Roshan's heart is beating, it is breathing, and the countless human faces are moving accordingly. They can't help but open their mouths due to pain, like external organs, breathing in big mouths, but it seems that they can never fill their lungs. Ministry of hunger.

The exhaled air flow gathered together to form a terrible hurricane, while tons of ash was spit out from its mouth. That was the burned flesh and blood from inside Roshan.

Ashes were thrown high and fell all over the sky, like countless snowflakes, burying the entire city.

"Is that where we're going next?"

Aimu also poked his head over and saw the terrifying mountain of meat.

"Get down quickly!"

Suddenly, Boluogo held down Aimu's head, hugged her tightly and huddled in a corner on one side. At the same time, his rumbling breathing became louder and louder. As the earth shook, a roaring heat wave came from above the mountain of meat. Released in countless faces.

Foehn winds beat against the buildings along the way, and a beam of flames appeared directly from the gap in the crystal curtain wall. The swallowed ashes spilled into the room and piled up in the corners.

After dozens of seconds, this round of foehn wind was over.

Aimu stood up in shock and looked out cautiously along the gap. Only then did she realize that she and Boluogo were on a towering spire.

"We can try to get out from here and avoid the obstruction of these crystal walls." Aimu suggested.

"But we will also directly face the power of evil," Bologg rejected Aimu's proposal, "Don't forget how we almost died here last time."

Bad memories emerged, and Aimu fell silent. The ashes piled up several meters deep in the city. They looked ordinary, but there were countless tentacles lurking in the hot ashes, eager to eat all the organic matter they could eat. .

Boluogo did a brief search and found another door at the other end of the room.

"Looks like we'll have to try them one by one, what do you think?" Bologo asked.

"Besides doing this, is there any other way?" Aimu sighed helplessly and overlapped with Boluogo again.

"I thought King Solomon must have been a very evil person," Bologeau said.

"Why do you say that?"

"Don't you think that Raymengaton is like a maze full of traps?" Blogo said, "If I were him, I would definitely sit somewhere, looking at these little thieves who entered the maze, and betting on who can live longer and go further."

Aime thought for a while and reminded, "Don't impose your own bad taste on others, okay, what's the difference between this and "I have a friend"? "

Blogo laughed twice, and after easing the atmosphere, he pushed open the heavy door. As Blogo imagined, there was also turbid darkness behind the door.

"What do you think is the situation in the Graystone Rift?" Blogo murmured, "I don't know if the Order Bureau has stopped the invaders."

After speaking, Blogo stepped into the darkness and disappeared.

…

In the firelight, everything York was familiar with was collapsing, thick smoke filled the air, houses were engulfed by flames, bricks and tiles collapsed, ashes buried, trees were devoured by the flames, leaving only charred trunks, broken bricks, tiles and glass fragments scattered on the ground, the messy streets were filled with dust and choking smoke, and traces of destruction were everywhere.

The original appearance of Graystone Town was no longer recognizable, only a piece of ruins and ruins remained.

The whimpering sound continued, that was not the cry for help from the survivors, but the groan of the grotesque.

The twisted flesh resisted the invasion of the fireworks, slowly squirming, laying a layer of fungal carpet on the ground, and wantonly devouring the surrounding organic matter.

The fallen corpse was wrapped and transformed by mycelium, the body was decayed, the skin was shriveled like paper, the limbs were scorched by the fire, the muscles were exposed, and the bones were visible, as if it was a terrifying existence crawling out of hell.

The zombies moved slowly and sluggishly, swinging their bodies at will, ignoring the broken ground and sharp debris. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, but a trace of hostility and evil could still be felt.

They had no goal, just wandering around at will, their footsteps making harsh stomping sounds on the charred wooden boards and tiles.

The zombies that were swaying suddenly stiffened for a moment, stagnated in place, and then moved forward together, advancing like a march, with their mouths open, rotten teeth exposed, emitting a fishy smell, and they made a low roar, like a terrifying singing from hell.

York looked at them sadly. They used to be so happy and laughing, but everything was over.

Greystone Town was just an outpost, not a fortress. With the joint attack of the Rebellious Royal Court and the Corrupted Sect, this town that had undergone great changes was completely destroyed. Countless zombies were moving along the Greystone Rift Valley with flesh and blood. Their purpose was very clear, which was the evil of this world in the abandoned land.

The hateful night tribes gained a brief ability to move during the day with the help of thick smoke and fog. The surviving field staff tried to stop them, but were entangled by countless zombies.

There were fewer and fewer people who could fight, and finally only York was left. In the intense pain, York could not remember how many times he fell, nor how many times he stood up again.

Relying on the blood of these flesh and blood monsters, York's life and death reached a delicate balance, but even so, he still couldn't stop the monsters' march. He couldn't defend this alone, not to mention that this place had already fallen.

Not enough... Not enough...

The huge sadness turned into anger. York roared, and snake-like thorns were wrapped around his body, like countless arms waving and beating desperately.

York could sweep down large groups of enemies every time, but the zombies seemed unable to be completely eliminated. Although York tried his best to kill, the zombies still appeared in endlessly.

The thorns were like sharp blades, scratching York's skin, and blood flowed from his body. However, York did not feel the slightest pain. His iron will and endless anger drove his actions. Every attack was full of power and anger, cutting off the rotten bodies of the zombies.

"Why?"

In the rage, a voice asked calmly.

"Why is the world like this?"

It was York's voice, an extremely cold voice.

York was not unfamiliar with such a voice. On the night he was buried, York had heard such a voice.

Another self asked himself, questioning God, questioning faith, and questioning everything York had believed in the past.

No one responded.

The zombies were not tired. They kept crawling up from the ground, as if they had no pain and no life limit. Their necks were twisted to incredible angles, and broken bones pierced through the skin, but they continued to move forward, their eyes were dull, and they only knew how to find the flesh of the living.

Gradually, the ground was filled with corpses as high as a hill, lifting York high up. The dancing thorns gradually slowed down, but it was not because York was tired, but because each thorn was covered with wriggling flesh and blood, which stuck to it like leeches.

York's body became heavier and heavier, until the zombies surrounded and covered him one by one, and the scarlet flesh and blood covered the entire field of vision.

Silence.

This seems to be real death.

York thought so.

Death is coming, but York is not afraid, but feels peaceful. Maybe what happened during this period of time has made him too tired, and this time he is finally free.

But at this moment, the familiar voice sounded again, questioning himself.

"Why has the world become like this?"

Why does the devil really exist in this world, but God has not yet come? Why do I have to endure all this...

There were too many reasons, but none of them had anything to do with York. The anger in his heart gradually subsided, and he only felt tired. But suddenly, familiar faces flashed back in front of York's eyes.

It’s the residents of Greystone Town…

York spent almost his whole life in this small town. Many people watched York's growth. Similarly, York also watched the growth of many people, but now they are all dead, on this absurd day.

Out of the blue.

York couldn't figure out why? He is a devout priest who has done good deeds. If this is really a punishment from fate, at least let York know what he has done wrong, so that he will feel more at ease.

Maybe this is reality, an unreasonable reality.

"No……"

Amid the dense gnawing sounds of the walkers, a weak but firm voice sounded.

"No...no, no, no, there must be something wrong with this world."

A bloody thorn pierced the corpses, followed by more thorns, one after another, like an array of piercing spears.

"Yes...there must be something wrong."

As York murmured to himself, a scorching stream of fire rushed towards him and accurately hit York among the corpses. In an instant, the corpses exploded, and the burnt corpses fell everywhere.

"What is that?" After the smoke filled the air, a fanatical believer came slowly.

"A Sublime Sublimer," another fanatic said, the flame in his hand extinguished. "It's strange that a Sublime Sublimer can last so long."

He caught a glimpse of the wildly dancing thorns from a distance, and thought it was the Power Bearer fighting, but the closer he got, the clearer the ether reaction became, and he realized that it was just a Sublime One.

"really weird……"

He wanted to continue saying something, but suddenly, the words stopped, and another person looked at him, and saw a slender thorn piercing his skull, passing between the skull like maggots, piercing the eyeball, It comes out of the eye socket and then goes into the throat.

The body was dragged into the explosion crater, and then a broken figure slowly rose from the smoke. It was York, but at this time, only half of York's body was left, and there was a terrifying big hole in his chest, which just penetrated His heart was missing, but York was not dead. The place where the heart was missing was also entangled with circles of thorns, just like a replacement.

Witnessed by the fanatical believers, the Thorn Binding Pain Lock seemed to be completely alive, repeatedly penetrating York's body until it merged with York. Although his etheric reaction was only a mediocre Sublimation Master, at this moment he belonged to the devil. The power of madness is expanding unbridled.

"Oh my god..."

The zealot's screams of surprise stopped abruptly, as the wildly dancing thorns tore his body apart, shattered his internal organs, and killed all the walking corpses around him.

York's face and posture completely disappeared into the thorns, and the thorns and pain locks became larger and larger until they turned into a strange creation like a giant sea urchin. Countless thorns hit all living creatures in the area. , under its lash, this time the crawling flesh and blood plague actually lost its activity, as if it was completely dead.

"Kill them all."

The absolute and only thought dominated York's remaining consciousness. On the ruins of Greystone Town, amid the flesh-and-blood plague, furious war beasts were rampaging.

Sai Zong, who was walking in the etheric realm, also noticed the strange movement in the material realm. In addition to being curious, a wave of wind surged in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Leviathan asked on the side.

"Someone triggered my protection," Sai Zong said. "This is the first time in so many years."

"Oh oh oh, it's the protection that can be fused with weapons, right?" Leviathan asked.

"What he fused is not an ordinary weapon, but my Origin Sin Arms." Sai Zong reminded him of the seriousness of the problem.

"Oh..."

Leviathan sounded surprised, "In other words...does he control part of your power now?"

Sai Zong stared at Leviathan, but the golden mask was too obstructive and he couldn't see anything at all.

"Compared with these, I want to know how long we are going to hang out in the ethereal world?"

Sai Zong also hasn't arrived in the etheric world for many years. He doesn't like this monotonous and boring world.

"I know there is a secret passage that can reach Raymond Gaiton." Leviathan said.

Sai Zong couldn't believe it, "This secret passage is located in the etheric realm?"

In response, Leviathan just let out a weird laugh and patted his shoulder, "You'll know in a minute."