Chapter 894: The Land of Eternal Burning

Once, when you looked up along the cliffs of the abandoned land, you could only glimpse the wandering fork in the road covered with clouds. Now that sinful place has disappeared, and the hazy sunlight can actually shine directly into the bottom of this dark crack. Even though the light has weakened a lot, But this still gives people like Holt, who have lived in the shadows for many years, a sense of relief.

"Hell, have we always lived in this kind of environment?"

The relief was followed by endless complaints.

Holt, the station commander of the Extremis Outpost, looked at the dust that was spreading under the light and sniffed hard, "I said why I always get rhinitis, it's all because of this damn place."

"Team leader, please be quiet. As a high-level condenser, a minor disease like rhinitis will never happen to you. And no matter how much you complain, it will not change the environment, and it will not be helpful for the next actions."

A cold voice sounded from the side, Holt's adjutant, Evan said.

"Didn't you hear that I was telling a joke?" Holt asked.

"Team leader, are you sure this is a good time to joke?"

Evan didn't really want to pay attention to Holt's joke. He looked away from the uneasy leader and gave instructions to the others.

"Intensify the firepower, we can't let anyone go, not even a piece of flesh and blood!"

Field staff had already guarded the narrow thoroughfare leading from the Greystone Rift Valley to the Abandoned Land. After hearing Evan's instructions, the staff on the front line increased their firepower as it was literally meant.

Dozens of tongues of fire erupted, burning the approaching walking corpses and the spreading carpet of flesh and blood to ashes. In addition, gunfire also continued to shoot into the sea of ​​​​fire.

From time to time, strong ether reactions rise from the sea of ​​fire, and streams of light hit the staff, which are offset by the ether barrier that covers everyone. Some high-level sublimation practitioners are in position nearby, ready to go out and hunt at any time. Hostile high-level sublimation practitioners.

Long before the fall of Greystone Town, the joint offensive of the Orang Rot Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court had crossed the town and advanced along the Greystone Rift Valley. However, at this important road, they encountered stubborn resistance from the Bureau of Order.

The narrow terrain left no room for the two sides to avoid, and they could only engage in head-on firefights, with the tips of the knives colliding.

Holt stood behind the crowd. As the person in charge of this operation, he seemed casual, but his eyes never took away from the battlefield for a moment.

Watching the Abandoned Land is indeed a comfortable job, but if something happens to the Abandoned Land, it will be a big deal.

At this time, Holt has already thought of a series of countermeasures. For example, once the defense line is defeated, he will take action, smash the rock wall, and let the gravel block the main road. If the enemy can still invade, then the desperate outpost The station will become a fortress and a fort, and it will continue to fire back at the enemy.

However, the above scenarios are unlikely. Holt does not think that the enemy can cross this tight defense line. What really makes Holt uneasy is another thing.

"Are the evils in this world still stable?"

Holt turned to look at the abandoned place shrouded in ashes. Even from such a distance, he could still clearly see the dim fire rising from the ruins.

"The core area is relatively stable, but the flesh and blood in the outer area has become more and more restless, as if it has been disturbed by some kind of force."

The voices of the team members rang out in the Heart Network. In addition to his voice, there was also the sound of a series of volleys of crossbows.

"We're doing our best to suppress it."

On the high platform of the desperate outpost, the giant slaver continued to fire, shooting black arrows one after another towards the squirming flesh and blood below. Continuous lightning burst out, creating a low-altitude thunderstorm below. The thunder continued, and all the flesh and blood stretched out. They fester, but after a few seconds, they grow back again and climb quickly along the cliff.

"Someone is trying to awaken the evil in this world. He is a member of the Orangutan Sect...I am very curious about where he is?"

While Holt was supervising the battle and stabilizing the situation, he was spreading his etheric perception, trying to find important figures on the enemy in this chaotic battlefield.

As long as he finds the opponent, with the strength of Holt's defender, he is confident that he can quickly deal with the opponent. Even if the enemy has the same defender, he is confident that he can kill the target before the opponent's defender can react.

But the problem is that Holt has searched several times and has never found the target. Who knows what the Orangutan Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court are plotting, so Holt can only stabilize the defense line and dare not attack rashly.

"How's the situation over there in Greystone Town?"

"The last news came ten minutes ago. It is said that it has been completely destroyed."

Another voice sounded in his mind, coming from the Heart Network of the Bureau of Order.

Holt sighed. This was what he had expected. The enemy's attack this time was much greater than he imagined. The Orangutan Sect and the Disobedient Royal Court advanced together, as if the devil behind them made a decision at the same time. Determined to carry out a bloody purpose.

"Any new instructions from the decision-making room?" Holt asked,

After a few seconds, a cold voice sounded.

"Stick to your post."

Such an answer was also within Holt's conjecture. He clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the pressure of the ether was silently released. This was not only a threat to the enemies, but also a message to the enemies.

What they have in front of them is a keeper, and if they want to cross this line, they must pay the price, such as letting another keeper face Holt.

This is the quickest way to end a fight.

The ripples of the ether passed silently over everyone, but on the other side of the sea of ​​fire, the enemy's offensive did not weaken much. The zombies rushed out of the sea of ​​fire one after another and rushed towards the staff. The crazy bloodthirsty hid in the tide of zombies, looking for opportunities to launch surprise attacks.

Holt looked at them vigilantly until a moment he suddenly had a strange and subtle feeling, as if something was slowly flowing through his body, like invisible clear water.

After a brief trance, Holt immediately raised his vigilance, and the manic ether roared and released, washing the surrounding space indiscriminately like a torrent.

Evan quickly evacuated to one side. He knew that his team leader had some problems with his brain, but he never made mistakes in some key matters.

Many people think that Holt is a lazy and decadent person. Even though he is the youngest defender in the Order Bureau, only Evan knows that it is not something that a mediocre and indulgent person can do to keep the abandoned land stable for so many years.

In the baptism of ether, Holt keenly sensed the abnormality of the surrounding space. Something seemed to be right next to him, distorting the matter to a certain extent.

"Who?"

Holt shouted, and the alchemical matrix spread on his body surface, and the glow rose.

In an instant, the curvature of the distorted space became larger. Holt seemed to tear the space apart. He swung the sword with all his strength, and with the highly condensed ether, he forcibly cut a crooked crack in front of him.

With an absolutely powerful amount of ether, he violently penetrated the boundary between the worlds. In the crack, Holt saw a flash of scarlet eyes, and then a pitch-black sword blade extended infinitely, rushing at high speed like a beam of light.

Holt raised the sword horizontally and successfully blocked the sword, but the huge force transmitted from the sword still forced him back, and even the whole person was hit into the rock wall.

In the dust flying, the broken crack began to heal, and the mirror world and the material world were separated again.

Holt rushed out of the smoke and dust, looking around like a tiger and leopard, looking for his enemy, but no matter how he released his ether perception, he could not find the other party's trace, until the distant breathing sound of the evil in this world came again in the abandoned land.

"What's wrong?" Evan didn't know what happened.

"Someone broke through our defense line," Holt turned his head and rushed into the depths of the abandoned land, "It's the Glory One!"

...

"What a sharp guy, I didn't expect to be discovered here."

In the mirror world, the regent put away the shadow blade. Even though he was discovered by Holt, he still had a calm smile on his face. Behind him were Idel and Hammer.

At this time, Idel's state seemed a little sluggish. He had just released a flesh and blood plague, and this plague was cultivated in his body. It can be said that he almost drained most of his flesh and blood for this, creating this terrifying zombie tide. Hammer on the side had a sacred face, and seemed to be chanting some kind of prayer in his mouth, with an extremely pious expression.

"Are you resonating with the Devourer?"

After talking with these fanatics, the Regent also learned the name of this evil creature in the Corrupted Sect.

Hammer continued to talk for a while before slowly stopping. His eyes were bloodshot and cold sweat was pouring down. He seemed to be enduring some great torture. Even walking had exhausted all his strength.

"Yes, it is now an unconscious being that acts only on instinct, and my consciousness will temporarily replace it and control it."

"Interesting," the Regent raised his lips slightly, "You said 'temporarily', then what about after that? Will you be devoured by that monster?"

"Almost, sobriety is rare, disordered madness is eternal, I will be torn apart by endless thoughts and merge with it."

Hammer paused, "But before I completely lose consciousness, this time is enough for us to achieve our goal."

"I don't understand why you still have to take me with you..."

Idel whispered on the side. He thought that after releasing the flesh plague, this operation had nothing to do with him, but Idel was still brought here by Hammer and strode towards the core of the storm.

No one cared about Idel's thoughts. He was caught in the waves, powerless and unable to move.

The Regent took the two to a high ground, where they could directly see the ruins of the Holy City below, and could clearly see the huge flesh like amber.

"Is it okay here?" asked the Regent.

"Okay." Hammer nodded.

"Do you remember what to do next?" the Regent asked again.

"Control the Devouring Beast, suppress the Light Scorch, and find a way to let you step into the Golden Palace."

Facing Hammer's answer, the Regent smiled with satisfaction.

...

"When you think you are the first, there must be someone who has taken the lead."

In the chaotic and twisted darkness, Blogo repeated this sentence in his mind.

He once thought that he was the vanguard against the devil, but now it seems that he is just stepping on the corpses of his predecessors and continuing to move forward along the path they have opened up.

King Solomon, he laid the foundation for progress, and Blogo will step on this road and continue to move forward until everyone's long-cherished wish is fulfilled.

"Huh... I think I'm getting used to the winding path."

Blogo half-knelt on the ground, and after a moment of relaxation, he slowly stood up, calmed down the strange feeling in his heart, and opened his eyes to look around.

At this time, Blogo was standing on a straight square road. Most of the bricks and stones under his feet had broken, like broken notes, like a forgotten ancient tune. As his sight progressed, thick dust covered the road, as if burying the world.

The towering spires around him were like solidified smoke. Some were incomplete, like memories eroded by time, rugged and decadent, while others were crumbling, with low groans coming out, as if telling some unspeakable pain.

The spires surrounded the ash square where Blogo was, forming a high wall of protection. They seemed to be defending this place, and seemed to be watching over this ash cemetery.

"Although we didn't reach the Golden Palace directly, it sent us to the front of the Golden Palace."

Blogo's eyes kept rising, passing over the piled up hills of ash. At the end of all this, he saw the twisted flesh and blood entrenched, and the sky-high flames that were like daylight.

After only a glimpse, Blogo immediately looked away. Even so, he still felt a burning pain in his eyes, as if he would be blinded if he was a step slower.

A deep and distant breathing sound was heard, and the ashes around were carried by the air flow and rushed to the piles of ashes. Blogo knew what this meant, and immediately threw himself behind a collapsed rock on one side. Then the breathing sound became louder and deafening, and all the ashes inhaled were thrown out fiercely by the storm.

"Oh my God!"

Aimu wailed in Blogo's mind, and Blogo summoned all the diamond shields to protect his body as much as possible. Then a large amount of red-burned ashes swept past Blogo's side, and the red flames completely engulfed the bunker where Blogo was.

Deadly streams of fire burst out from the edge of the rock. Blogo tried to curl up and avoid any flames. The high temperature burned his body. Blogo could hear a slight crackling sound in the roar. His hair was being singed.

The deadly stream of fire lasted for more than a minute before it slowly stopped. The ground was full of burning red ashes. As the evil of this world took a deep breath, they gathered again around the huge body of the evil of this world, piling up one hill of ashes after another.

Blogo stepped on the hot ground and retreated from behind the rock. He resisted the strange feeling in his eyes and forced himself to look directly at the light source in front of him.

Just as Blogo had seen from the spire before, behind the hills of ashes was a huge and twisted meat mass. It was as big as a castle, and it emitted a strong light from its body, reflecting its flesh and blood as transparent as amber. The piled up internal organs and spider-like blood vessels were clearly visible.

Tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of Blogo's eyes. At the end of the dazzling light source, Blogo glimpsed a vague outline with difficulty.

The outline of the palace.

The breathing sound sounded again, and Blogo hid behind the rock skillfully, but this time he became much more relaxed, and even couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?"

In her mind, Amy asked loudly, she thought Blogo was crazy, and she could laugh in such a ghost place.

Blogo responded in her heart, "We are finally here, Amy, finally here!"

Amy was stunned for a moment, she could barely understand Blogo's mood, before those long years, Blogo rushed towards this palace, and now he finally did it

This matter has nothing to do with any camp, pros and cons, good and evil, it is just out of Blogo's personal, a strange sense of regret.

Just like when you were a child, you looked forward to watching the roller coaster, and you didn't step on it for the first time until you became an adult. This seems to be a kind of satisfaction to make up for the defects of childhood... Damn it, whose satisfaction would be this kind of thing?

"How do we get in?"

Aimu asked back. He thought that Saqin's authority could directly reach the interior of the Golden Palace. Now it seems that they all thought this matter was simple.

"What else can we do? There is no winding secret passage left for us in a place where even the devils want to attack."

Berogo took a deep breath and rushed out of the bunker during the gap of the burning wind. At this time, the ashes had not been absorbed back. Bologo watched the ashes disperse and revealed one after another buried figures in the square.

They were human sculptures holding hands, all facing the direction of the Golden Palace, as if they were holding some grand and mysterious ceremony.

They were not statues, but people burned into salt pillars by light.

After countless years, they still stand here. Even if the burning wind blows and roars, it only hangs a thick layer of ash shell on these salt pillars.

In the message, Saqin once said that in addition to the ceremony in the banquet hall, the ceremonies in other areas are also proceeding in an orderly manner.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Blogo's heart. When the Holy City fell, the scholars of Raymengaton chose to commit mass suicide to perform some mysterious ritual.

A grand sacrifice.

Who is this for?

No one answered. The Burning Wind was coming.

Blogo saw another shelter in the distance. It was the remains of a spire. It collapsed from the sky and shattered into ruins on the ground, forming a low wall that barely blocked the invasion of the Burning Wind.

Pulling out the Bite of Resentment, the black sword body was covered with spots of light from the Sword Oil of the Void Deformation, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted. Blogo slashed forward with all his strength, and then stood up and passed through the winding cracks.

The figure flashed behind the low wall, and a new round of foehn wind had already passed by, but this time there were some discordant sounds in the dead world.

There was a faint vibration on the ground, and the ashes shook off. Before Bologo could think about it, a thick tentacle pierced the ashes, violently smashed open the low wall, and rolled towards Bologo.

"We have been discovered!" Aimu exclaimed, and then she remembered another thing, "Silent Defense Line!"

In order to contain the evil and light in this world, the Bureau of Order has set up a silent defense line in the abandoned land that is enough to create an etheric vacuum.

Different from the absolutely closed chamber, there are many open areas in Raymond Gayton, such as the Ashes Square. In Raymond Gayton, due to the virtual realm, there is still a large amount of ether, but in the outside world, here But there was deathly silence, and Boluogo's action of cutting open the crack in the winding path directly attracted the attention of the evil in this world.

"It would have been better if the sealing had not been so tight."

While complaining, Boluogo moved around. He swung the saw ax fiercely and cut the entire tentacle in half. But then the flesh and blood on the section of the tentacle began to wriggle violently, splitting into two, and then two. Four, a dense group of tentacles like vines stretched out in the blink of an eye.

"Step aside!"

Boluogo shouted in a loud voice, and the ether leaked out into reality, turning into a shock wave that swept through flesh and blood, swinging away and shattering the tentacle group in one fell swoop.

A new round of foehn winds was ready to strike. At the same time, Borogo's counterattack had attracted the attention of the evil in this world. Like an earthquake, the surrounding earth shook, and giant tentacles shot out of the ground one after another. Up, just when they were about to smash down in batches and completely crush Boluogo, a dazzling light burst out.

Boluogo retreated behind the low wall and held his breath. The blazing foehn wind burned the unprotected tentacles, and the flesh and blood instantly burned and fester. Even though the evil in this world has a strong ability to resurrect, it His resurrection speed could barely match that of Foehn, and he was annihilated into ashes all over the sky.

Before the blazing storm completely subsided, Boluogo jumped out of the bunker and started running wildly. His current idea was very simple, that is, to rush through it all the way.

Now that the light burn is gradually dying down, its intensity is far from as strong as it was before. With the winding cracks opened by the Void Sword Oil, as long as Boluoge seizes the opportunity, he has a high probability of directly avoiding the attack of the light burn. One sword slashed into the Golden Palace.

The idea was very beautiful, but just when Boluogo charged forward with his determination to die, another etheric reaction appeared in Boluogo's perception. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the etheric reaction, seeing the gray sky high in the sky. Above, a figure is falling at high speed, his target is the evil in this world.

In an instant, thousands of tentacles rose from the ground to meet the falling shadow. At the same time, a dense bone layer formed at the tips of the tentacles, transforming into a forest of bone spears, trying to tear the figure into pieces and eat them dry. net.

But just when the two were about to come into contact, the etheric reaction that was enough to make Boluogo feel suffocated was released without any worries.

Borlog was familiar with that etheric reaction, the etheric reaction from the Regent, the Glorious One.

"How can it be?"

Boluogo looked up at all this in disbelief. An infinitely extending shadow blade rolled up countless ashes and cleanly broke all the bone spears.

The falling shadow disappeared into the sky full of minced meat. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be silent, and then the giant amber-like flesh and blood in front of him started to squirm crazily.

It seemed as if it was tired of its long dormancy here and was about to wake up completely. Huge sarcomas quickly proliferated on the flesh and blood skin. The sarcomas were broken into pieces. Each scarlet eyeball opened and swept around randomly. Then they all looked at the same place.

The evil of this world is watching Bologo.

Facing such a terrifying behemoth, Bologe couldn't help but slow down. Looking at the countless eyes, Bologe suddenly had an absurd idea.

This chaotic and crazy monster regained its sanity.

Under Bologo's gaze, the flesh and blood trembled violently, easily shaking Raymond Gayton. Countless ashes rose up, and the tentacles swept across, knocking down one salt pillar after another.

Under the powerful blockade of the rapid regeneration of flesh and blood, the dying light was suppressed for a while, and all the flowing fire was sealed in the tough flesh and blood. Then several big bloody hands turned up from under the piled ashes. Pressing heavily on the ground, as if trying to support the whole body.

Boluogo heard a series of deep cracking sounds, as if the building was being torn apart and torn apart bit by bit with huge force.

So the majestic and huge creation of flesh and blood gradually picked up the burning golden palace, held it up, and crawled inside Raymond Gaiton, like the giant in the myth holding up the sky.